I will do anything to give Nick Jonas a hearty blow job. No one needs to know, just us. A secret. I guarantee his legs, thighs and loins would quiver and tremble when he explodes an orgasmic spew of his cum deep into my throat. To be perfectly honest I'd like him to fuck me, but that's probably asking a lot. Let's keep to a simple no effort on his part, blow job.
Straight guys tell me that gay men give much better blow jobs than women. I believe it. We know and understand the 'territory' so much more!
While in a city on business I decided to check out a couple of gay bars in my off time. I sought out the raunchier, hard core, leather type places.
One afternoon I got out of meetings early, went back to the hotel, changed quickly into jeans, casual shirt and leather jacket and headed out to one bar to check it out. A few guys sat around a bar that was set up in a semi-circle. Nice for checking out other guys and cruising.
Everyone was friendly and the bartender very sexy, confident and also quite engaging. One guy was particularly outspoken, flirty, and out for attention, yet fun too. He said he was getting married to a guy in two weeks so wanted to have some premarital fun. He went around talking, touching and kissing all those he could. Coming up to me he stood behind me, ran his hands down my chest and kissed my neck saying, "I love when new meat comes to town!" I just smiled and laughed.
An older man came in, sat down and ordered a drink, and immediately the flirty guy was on him. Some conversation occured and no more than ten minutes later they left together. About three drinks later for me, perhaps an hour or so, the flirty guy returns to announce he fucked the guy at his apartment down the street. The guy was visiting town, married and came for some quick sex while his wife took a nap. It worked.
I always try to scout out the 'scene' in a bar. The moral level of tolerance, activity, and any secret or backroom type areas where guys head when the horny level accelerates and heightens. Needs are pumped up for some gratification. Various levels of activity exist at gay bars.
This one seemed rather loose and accommodating of meeting men's needs and desires.
While the two guys were at the one's apartment fucking a couple of very hot, muscular guys frantically walked in and headed for a door off to the side of the place. They were there for ten to fifteen minutes when all of sudden one burst out from the door, sweating, and wiping off his mouth with his hand. He immediately left the bar, and shortly after the other guy exited having just zipped up his pants and fastening his belt in place. I thought, hmmm, 'interesting'. Neither ordered a drink and the bartender didn't seem to mind at all. I then decided to check out what was behind the door. It was merely a very small single room toilet. It was quite apparent the guys came there for quick sex. There were larger toilet rooms in back, but this one was lockable.
Finishing my last drink I went back to the hotel, freshened up some and headed out to dinner. Afterwards I decided to return to the bar. It was crowded and the vibe much different, more active and noisy. I sat at the bar and ordered a drink. I began talking to a cute young guy sitting next to me and we had a pleasant chat. Next thing I know flirty guy appears out of nowhere and grabs me around my chest. He leans in saying, "must be out for a good time?" The guy next to me smiled overhearing him. Then flirty guy begins unbuttoning my shirt while leaning into me from behind. I sensed if I stood and lowered my pants he would have fucked me right there, but I didn't. With my shirt totally unbuttoned he yanked it open and played with my nipples, tugging and rubbing them. The guy next to me continued to smile observing it all intently. I had openly sexual encounters in bars before but this was rather openly 'frontal' in the midst of the crowd, especially since he reached down, unzipped my pants and reached in to fondle my dick too.
Reaching over to take the young guy's hand flirty guy moves it to one of my nipples and the guy readily starts tugging it too. One guy on each nipple. I was getting overly aroused so I began to button up my shirt, and flirty guy slaps it and calls over the bartender. Flirty guy winks at him and the bartender looks at me saying, "if you button up that shirt you'll be thrown out and banned from here." I take it he was serious. Moving away to serve a drink the bartender winks while flirty guy then turns me around to lower his head to suck and chew on my nipple. Then the other guy does the same with my other nipple. Two guys sucking on my nipples, flirty guy with his hand in my pants, and guys standing and chatting all around us, close by.
I stood up, thanked them, and moved to the darker back of the bar where there was a pool table, and a run of bench seating lining the walls around it. I sat on one section facing over the pool table and out into the main bar area. Several guys sat around too, some alone, others chatting. I noticed a constant stream of men enter and exiting the two large men's rooms. I had to take a piss so I went into one of the toilets.
There were around twenty guys in there engaged in a various manners of sexual activity, sucking dick, getting sucked, fucking, even pissing on one another. Hands were touching anything and everything. I felt like I walked into an orgy, and I had. I pissed while a couple guys fondled my ass, and out of curiosity I went into the other toilet and it was exactly the same. The smell of fresh cum was quite evident. The smaller lockable toilet I saw the guys enter earlier must be for more 'intimate' encounters. I wondered, is there a time limit for that one?
Returning to my same bench perch I evaluated my opportunities for the evening. Apparently, they were plentiful. While contemplating my options I noticed a guy scoot down a bit toward me on the bench, yet thought nothing of it, as the bench space was filling up. Shortly after his knee rubbed up against mine. I really didn't make much of it, until he kept it there and then very purposely started rubbing it up and down, obviously to catch my attention. Then his entire leg was full on rubbing mine.
Doing a good job at catching my attention I kept my leg engaged with his and looked over at him, right up next to me. At that point I sensed our butt cheeks were touching too, as that was how close we were, now with arms touching as well. Looking at him, I finally saw his face and I instantly melted into a pile of sexual desire. He so resembled my fantasy man, 'Nick', that I couldn't believe it. Not exactly identical, but enough so. Masculine, wholesome, sexy. Besides being about 'Nick's' same age, nice biceps, pronounced chest, thick and muscular thighs, and very buffed and 'built'. I checked him over quickly, and he smiled at me with the whitest, most handsome look.
I must have seemed stunned as he reached over to rub my leg, reassuring me he was indeed interested. I reached over and rubbed his leg lovingly, yet firmly, in recognition and total acceptance. No words were exchanged but I stood up and moved to stand right in front of him. He spread his legs and wrapped them around mine, pulling me close into him. Then he locked his ankles around the back of my legs. I was trapped and in ecstasy. It was unreal, like a fantasy dream, but hey, I wasn't backing away for anything!
My shirt was still wide open and he reached out and rubbed my chest and tweaked a nipple. I melted. Leaning down we kissed and it was more than splendid. Our tongues intertwined and we lingered quite awhile, tasting one another, and exploring one another's need for sex, gay sex, man to man, and unabashed release of sexual energy when desires align perfectly.
Still embraced in kissing I reached down to caress and rub his nicely pronounced, protruding 'basket'. Obviously hung nicely I felt a cock getting very stiff through the jeans he wore so well. At that point he was tugging on both my nipples which is my 'Achilles heel'. Taking control of my nipples brings me down fast. I will do anything a man wants or needs from me, gladly. Hey, I admit to being a slut and a whore, so getting tested doesn't take much effort. Yet, I am choosy too, but 'Nick' was doing just fine.
After a couple of lengthy kisses I went to open his shirt, but fumbled with the buttons. He looked at me saying, "they're snaps." Ah! So I just pulled them apart and exposed his chest. Smooth and evenly chiseled with muscle I bent and licked and worshipped his chest, and licking his nipples. He rubbed my head and moaned.
While working over his chest in a heated amount of passion I reached down, unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his pants. His cock, stiff as stone, and was firmly planted in nice sheer briefs. I was able to dislodge it, pull it out and I started stroking it. He was really getting heated up. I spit in my hand, stroking it further using my saliva as lube. By that point he had pulled my stiff dick out as well, stroking it evenly and with purpose.
We were so fucking heated up it was intense. Kissing again, I realized we were openly engaged in a sexual encounter with each other, right there at the back of a bar. Yet, I sensed no one cared. It must be commonplace there. It's also probably why the floor seemed sticky back in that area.
Looking up at me this hunk of manhood then said, "blow me." I got the message clearly. My 'Nick' look alike wanted me to give him a blow job! Awesome! Perhaps fantasies can come true.
Feeling a little self conscious doing it right there, I asked if we could do it in the toilet room, ground zero for sex. He agreed and we zipped up quickly and headed there. Out of the corner of my eye I saw flirty guy and he winked at me, smiled and gave me a thumbs up.
Let's just say that the rest is history, very memorable, and one for fond reassurance that fantasy can become reality.
I never knew the guy's name and we never did talk much. Yet, we did have heated sex. I wish I had invited him back to my hotel. He seemed quite nice.
Yes, this is a true story. It happened.
I'll never forget it and I hooe he doesn't eitger.
