Weeks of relentless pressure from the guys at work finally wore me down. These men, married as well as single, went to a titty bar after work every Friday. I’d never gone; and I always had an excuse. After all, I wasn’t interested in titties. But I didn’t think it was anyone’s business at work.
Most Fridays, I went out with a handful of friends I had from my classic movies group. But that particular Friday, when Ron came up to ask me if I wanted to go along, Walt said, “Don’t bother Kris, he doesn’t like girls.”
I’m not sure why, but that hit me wrong. Walt didn’t know me personally, and it wasn’t that I didn’t like girls. I just didn’t want any in my bedroom. That place was for me, and if I ever found him, Mr. Forever. I immediately replied, “I don’t have plans tonight; I thought I’d go.”
I wasn’t big on riding together, but the guys said that’s the way they do it. So I went along. We pulled into the parking lot of a dark strip center. A small sign indicated that the place was called Angels. I got out and stood by the back door of the SUV. A beat-up white pick-up pulled up a few spaces over, and several men exited. They appeared to have just come from work. One of them, tall and lanky, waited for the others to head in. He was blond and in need of a hair-cut. He glanced over my way, and I felt a spark. You know the feeling, you get it before you even know the guy. Your body lets you know that it wants you to get to know him a little better. He smiled and nodded at me. One of his friends called to him, and he headed toward them.
I caught up with my group and followed them in. We paid the entry fee and sat together at a large table near the dancing platform. I ordered a Sprite, and I was asked if I was the designated driver. The others nodded; I said yes, and I was told that all my drinks would be non-alcoholic and complimentary. I glanced around the room. I saw the blond guy in the center section. From where I was sitting, I could glance his way without the others noticing.
The music was too loud for my tastes, and I had difficulty understanding the conversation of the guys at my table. I convinced myself that I wasn’t missing out on anything, and I sat back and sipped on my drink. Several girls came out to the platform and danced; some of them were quite well trained, but there were just as many who just shook their breasts. The guys seemed to enjoy it, and honestly, I was having a better time watching them make fools of themselves than I was watching the dancing.
I was on my third Sprite when I had to use the restroom. I got up, and none of the men in my party even noticed. I could see the sign for the toilets in the far corner, and I had to pass by my blond ‘friend’ on the way there. He looked at me as I neared, and I smiled. When I got to the door, I noticed that he had followed at a safe distance. I went into the restroom and found a man screwing one of the dancers. I turned around and exited. I bumped right into Mr. Blond.
“That was quick,” he said.
“Someone’s using it,” I replied.
“There’s more than one stall, isn’t there?”
“I didn’t look.”
He opened the door and stepped in. “Hey, man, some of us have to pee. Go fuck somewhere else.”
The woman left the restroom.
“Come on in,” he called to me.
I walked in to find the man trying to stuff himself back into his pants. “Oh, I see, you want the room for yourselves. Fags!” he exclaimed on his way out.
“Actually,” I called after him, “I really do need to pee.” Then I turned to face Mr. Blond.
“I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
“You didn’t,” I assured him. I went over to a urinal and began to relieve myself.
He walked up behind me. “Hey, I saw you looking at me earlier when I was looking at you.”
I zipped up my pants and turned around. I looked into his eyes. A bit of soap and water, I thought, and I could take him out to a nice restaurant.
That guy was right. “I’m gay, and I think you’re hot, but I wouldn’t do you in a bathroom. That’s too low.
I raised my eyebrows, “Thanks for realizing that I’m not a bathroom slut.” I smiled. I stepped to the sink. “I’m Kris,” I said as I began washing my hands.
“I’m Quint.” He began to wash his hands as well. “I know I still have road dirt from work, but I can look presentable. I know we’re in a place with dancing girls; the other guys don’t know I’m gay. I don’t think they’d care, but you know.”
“Yeah, I do. My co-workers don’t know about me either. How about we get together and get to know one another. We can see whether this tingle I’ve given you in your crotch is real.”
“Oh, it’s fucking real. Wait, how’d you? Am I showing? Fuck. You’re kidding aren’t you.”
I sucked in my upper lip then smiled. “I’m free all day tomorrow.”
“Then let’s do lunch,” he said. “Put your number in my phone.”
I gave him my number, and he texted back “Quint from the dance hall.” I went back to my table. We texted a few times while at the ‘dance hall’ as Quint put it, and I couldn’t wait to leave so I could text him freely.
A few hours later, I was at home and on my bed. I had texted Quint that I was home, but I got nothing in reply. Who knows where he had gone after the titty bar. I closed my eyes and began daydreaming; I had begun to nod off when my phone binged.
Quint: Got home and had to take a shower. I hate going out right after work; it leaves sexy guys I meet with the wrong impression.
Me: So you’re clean now?
Quint: Smelling like a spring daisy and horny as fuck
Me: Should have been nicer to the man in the bathroom; he might have sucked you off
Quint: Then he would have wanted me to suck him off, and his cock was covered in pussy juice. No thanks.
Me: What time do you want to meet tomorrow?
Quint: What about now? You come here or I go there. We can make out or fuck or whatever you want. We can get breakfast at IHOP afterward.
Me: A fuck and an omelet. That’s romantic.
Quint: I don’t usually stick around for the omelet. That’s as romantic as I get.
Me: Come over. Maybe I can get you to stay for lunch, too.
Quint: You’re so fucking sexy, I bet you could.
I texted him my address, and I considered what he was saying. He was one of those guys who fucked and left. No cuddling, no love, no romance, just getting his rocks off. What a waste. He was so handsome in his rugged way, and he was actually quite nice, if not very polished.
Not that I wanted to polish him; that would change who he was, and then he wouldn’t be the man that gave me a tingle and made my cock swell. Fuck. I was getting involved with a man who was still sowing oats, not someone who wanted to settle down. Maybe he wasn’t that attractive. Maybe the sex wouldn’t be that good. Maybe he had some quirk that would drive me over the edge.
When the doorbell rang, I was psyched to be disappointed. I opened the door and couldn’t believe what I was looking at. From his clean, blonde, combed back hair to his stylish shirt and slacks to his tennis shoes without socks, he oozed sex appeal. He smiled and I tingled. He handed me flowers. “I thought a classy guy like you deserved some flowers.”
“That’s so thoughtful; where’d you get flowers at this hour?” I asked as I took them in to put them in water.
“Grocery store.”
“They’re beautiful. Thank you.” I arranged them a bit and put them on my dining room table. He wasn’t playing fair. I turned to him. He was standing there with his hand in his pocket. “Come sit on the couch, Quint, and let’s talk a bit because I’m confused.”
“Yeah,” he mumbled as he sat. “You probably thought I was just a hook-up. You know, we’d play around, fuck, and then I’d be gone and you’d never see me again.”
“You’re right. That’s the impression I got, and I will admit that I thought you’d be more fun and a little more exciting than most.”
“I got to thinking. Most of the guys I meet are just holes to stick my dick in, and their dicks are fun to suck, but it’s just getting my rocks off. Look at us; we’re already talking more than I’ve talked with anyone.”
“This is already more?” I asked.
“Yep. Usually, it’s wanna fuck, yeah, fuck, grunt, and go home.”
I looked at the flowers on the table and then back at him. We said nothing for a few moments. He was sexy in his dirty work clothes; how could he be even sexier now? Did his admission make him more vulnerable? I leaned over and touched his hand. I noticed a twitch between his legs. “You want to take things differently. Maybe a date before we jump into bed? But you’re still really horny, huh?”
“You’re doing that to me. I want you in the worst way, Kris.”
Was he feeding me a line? If I took him to the bedroom, would he still be there in the morning? Would he really take me to IHOP? If we went to an all-night diner first, that didn’t guarantee he’d be there in the morning. I wanted to trust him. I had a friend who had a hook-up turn into a romance, and they were still together. I decided to risk it.
“You’ll be here in the morning?”
Quint nodded. “Unless you tell me to leave.”
“Then let’s go fuck.” I took him into the bedroom, and before we undressed, he kissed me. He held my head with rough fingers, but as we undressed, he touched me with the back of his hand where the skin was soft. His touch excited me and made me want him more.
When Quint pulled his underwear down, an erection about seven inches long popped straight ahead. His dick was hard and the foreskin completely retracted. My most common reaction to a cock like his was to drop to my knees, but the overwhelming urge to have it inside me overtook me. I pulled him to the bed and grabbed my lube from the nightstand. I got on my back and began to lube my hole.
He knew that I wanted him.
“I fucking want you so bad,” he whispered as his breathing became heavy. He grabbed the condom I had placed next to the lube and sheathed himself.
“If you weren’t such a slut, we could do this raw,” I said as I reached for his dick.
He got onto his knees and pushed the head of his dick against my hole. My hole resisted.
“Push harder,” I begged.
The head and the first few inches popped inside me. I’m not sure why, but there was no pain. The sensation of being filled sent electricity through my body. Quint leaned in, wrapped his arms around my legs as he folded me, and covered my mouth with his. He pushed himself more deeply into me and thrust his tongue into my mouth. The penetration of his tongue and cock were in sync. I wanted to grab my dick and jerk it with the same rhythm, but I couldn’t reach it. I could sense that my dick throbbed with an identical beat.
My senses were on overload as Quint kissed me, sucked my tongue, and moved his tongue in and out of me. The motion of his fuck was intense; I’d never had my prostate massaged like that. His dick seemed to be the perfect size for my hole. His chest and nipples taunted me as they moved back and forth across my pecs.
And then he sped up.
My brain short-circuited as he increased the frequencies of his thrusts. I wanted to grab his ass and help push him deeper inside me. I could hear his balls slap against me as our pubic bones made contact. I felt my body tense as he slammed into me, and then I began to stream cum as he spewed his load inside me.
Quint’s body relaxed on me. He released my legs, and I moved them down. I had never been fucked like that. I just continued to breathe deeply.
“I can’t believe how much you made me cum,” Quint finally said. “And Kris, when you blasted me with your come, it was like a fire hose. You zapped all my strength, you sexy fucker, you. You’re an amazing man. I knew when I saw you that you were a special guy. I want to snuggle up to you. Will you hold me?”
“Yeah. Slide next to me. Yeah, just like that.” I held him next to me. My eyelids grew heavy, and I fell asleep.
I woke up the next morning to a loud crash of thunder. I was in the bed alone. I didn’t even hear him stir. I went into the bathroom and started the shower. My chest was covered with dried cum. My ass cheeks had dried lubricant between them. I began to brush my teeth.
“Hey, got a brush for me?”
“What the fuck! You scared the shit out of me.” Then I opened my arms and hugged him. “I’ve got an extra brush down here.” I handed one to him.
“The thunder woke me up. It’s pouring out there, but I promised you a meal at IHOP, so let’s get cleaned up and go.” He leaned in and whispered into my ear. “I want to go to my place after so you can fuck me.”
