Chad, middle aged but well dressed with spikey hair

I spotted a guy roughly my age standing at a hightop table in the corner by himself nursing a colorful mixed drink. He was well dressed in a way that screamed of such good taste that he had to be gay. His blonde hair was spiked on top.

"I hate these things," I said as I slid up to the table close to him.

"I don't hate them completely," he said. "Its a fun place to people watch. Everybody comes to these mixers with a purpose. They wanna look cool. They wanna suck up to their supervisor. They wanna get some strange."

"Really?" I asked.

"Come closer and let me show you," he said.

I slid around to his side of the table, and when I was withim range, he slid a hand around my waist and pulled me closer until our hips were touching.

"Okay...lets look," he said. He motioned towards a lady in her fifties at a table full of much younger men. She was sloppy drunk and wearing a dress that hugged her curves. "That's Sally from Columbus. Her husband is a preacher and suffers from ED. Even if he didn't, he thinks sex outside of procreation is a sin. He might put out twice a year...if she is lucky. Two kids, both in college. Everyone at that table is young enough to he her son, and before the night is over she will bed at least one of them."

"You're sure?"

"Positive," he said. "Last year two twenty-two year olds from Tennessee double teamed her. She got more cock that night than she'd gotten from the good minister in ten years."

"How do you know all that?"

"People talk, when they don't think you're listening," he said. Then he smiled at me. "I'm Chad."

After I introduced myself, he went back to pointing out people around the room. After only a few minutes I began to understand exactly how easy it was to see exactly what he was seeing.

"Then there is Evan," he said, pointing at my rendezvous. "The body of a greek god. He could fuck any woman in the room and likes to tease them, but he is as gay as the day is long. But he is locked way way back in the back of the closet like its the 1980's. He's afraid to let anyone know he's gay because he is afraid his father will find out. I think that's why he has major daddy issues...but I guess you know about that."

I blushed.

"Its okay," he said, sliding his hand back around my waist. "He finds some gay or bi-curious guy here every year, goes back to your room and then leaves you wanting more. You wanna try anal for the first time. I can always see it on your faces afterwards. I bet he made you suck his big cock, busted a nut in your mouth and left you there horny as hell wishing he had just bent you over the bed."

I stared at my drink.

"Its okay baby," he said. "I left my husband at home this weekend, and I'm always happy to help out a man in need. I may not be built like my closeted friend over there, but I guarantee you'll be satisfied by the equipment."

His hand slid from my waist down to my ass cheek.