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A Free Drink
A True Story
I normally hate one night stands, but you gotta admit, at times they can be hot. This is a true story. This story might develop slow because I feel that the whole chase is as exciting as the sex can be. So, if you want some quick jerk off material, you might want to choose another story. Those wanting something more...read on.
A little background: I live in a BIG Midwestern city. I am African American early thirties, 5'9, 170 nice build and pretty good looking, so I'm told and masculine. I'm a very friendly guy and will talk to just about anyone. It was a Fall (04') evening and the baseball playoffs were on. I decided I would go grab a beer after work and watch the playoffs. I normally don't go to gay bars because I'm usually not attracted to most types I find there but I decided to check out a sports themed gay bar. As I was walking towards the bar I kept noticing people coming in and out looking up at the sky. There was a lunar eclipse going on...how strange -- that should have been my warning of events to come.
Anyway I go inside the bar and it's pretty cool. Just seemed like a normal bar, plasma tv's, pool tables and etc. I took a seat at the bar next to an older guy in a baseball cap. I didn't even go home and change, so I was still in dress slacks and a nice shirt, whereas I'd say most were in jeans. I ordered a beer and began to watch the game. I kept noticing the guy to my right, an older guy, keep glancing at me. So on purpose I make sure that I catch his eye the next time he glances and sure enough a minute later we stare into each other's eyes. For an older gentlemen he is very good looking and I just say hello and he smiles and says hello. Introduces himself as Mike and I introduce myself as well. He introduces me to a friend that he met earlier from England. I had just come back from England in less than 2 weeks so we were all talking and sharing stories. More stories, more beer and oh yeah the Red Sox won. Turns out we were from the same state and went to the same university, although he went decades before me, but nonetheless same university.
We continue talking and a beer lands in front of me and the bartender says that someone just bought you a drink. We both look at each other and start laughing. So we start looking around the bar to possibly find who could have bought me this drink. Mike tells me that there is an older gentleman at the other end of the bar that is eyeing me. I turn to look and he was right...he was eyeing me. But I'm not so sure he bought the drink. So anyway Mike jokingly plays and says, "oh don't worry, I'll protect you". So when the older gentlemen looks our way again, Mike puts his arm around me and we both sorta laugh. Whether or not the other guy was checking me out, he soon left after about 10 minutes.
OK, so my curiosity is piqued. I try to be discreet and ask the bartender who bought the drink. He tells me that it is a guy in a dress shirt and slacks in a brown coat at the opposite end of the bar from where I was sitting. So I tell my new friend Mike, who has already told me that I was VERY handsome, to check the guy out and tell me what he looks like. So he did and said that the guy wasn't bad looking. So I'm buzzed now and feeling good, but I have to admit this is starting to get interesting. So I pick up my drink and I slowly turn my head towards the guy and sure enough he was smiling and I raised my glass in a thank-you gesture and put it down. I'm thinking to myself...not bad at all, not bad. By this time Mike's leg is pressing against mine, just because...well it is. So I know he's into me. Mike has to go to the bathroom and `red alert' incoming, the guy who bought me the drink comes over and stands next to me. He introduces himself as Rick and I again thank him for the drink. He's nice looking white male about 6'0 175, nicely built. He asks me is that my boyfriend that I've been talking to and I quickly say, no that I just met him tonight and that we've just been talking. So we talk some more and again he's cautious about invading someone else's territory. I reassure him that Mike and I are just friends, although I did give Mike my business card, ya never know :). So Mike comes back from the bathroom and sees Rick standing on the other side of me. So I have 2 people talking to me. This is getting to be too much. I don't know what to do, but luckily fate had already been decided. Mike says that it's time for him to leave. Whew, I didn't have to do a thing.
So I say good by to Mike and Rick sits down and we chat and have a pretty good conversation. I get one more drink then cut myself off. I didn't want to drink too much and drive home. Talk some more and drink the beer...blah blah So, I'm getting ready to leave and Rick says, I'll walk you out. I say no problem. He flashes me a smile that will light up a dark alley. So I settle up at the bar and put on my jacket. Of course I'm thinking about what the bartender is thinking...oh those guys are gonna hook up. However, my buzz quickly let me off the hook...I didn't care what the bartender thought. I left the bar and Rick was waiting outside. I told him that my car was parked around the corner. He said, ok, I'll drive you to it because mine is just a few spaces away. I'm thinking ok, nice gesture. So we get in his car and he plants a big one on my lips. We kiss and it was sorta electric. He starts up the car and I tell him where my car is. He starts to make a u-turn and I'm thinking this is wrong and then he says, "there is no way I can let you go home tonight" -- complete with that devilish awesome smile. I just sorta smiled and said, "ok I can come over for a little bit". We drive to his house and go up to his apartment. He lived a couple blocks away from the bar. We talk a little more and he asks if I wanted to get into some more comfortable clothes. He changes into a t-shirt and shorts and throws me the same. I caught a nice glimpse of his body and it was VERY nice. He had a fairly smooth body with hair on his chest. He had again a killer smile and very nice bluish eyes. Anyway I put the shorts on and we lie on his bed. I'm not sure why we put the shorts on. 2 minutes later they were off with the rest of our clothes. We rolling all over the bed exploring each other's mouths. It was hot, I love to kiss. I groped his nice muscular lean body as much as possible.
However, Rick had his own agenda. I began sucking on his left nipple and I felt the ever-so-slight-shoulder-pressure' on my shoulder and you know what that means. I began kissing his stomach and his pressure kept me going right down to his crotch. He had this nice brown/reddish patch of hair surrounding a nice 7-1/2 cut thick dick. This was definitely a mouthful that I couldn't take all the way. However, he surely made me try by putting his hand on the back of my head. I tried as much as possible, but could only get about 5 inches of it. He was quite the verbal guy. He kept asking me, if I liked that dick. With a mouthful, I'd try to mouth something...heh heh. I let up a bit on his dick and he got off the bed and went towards the drawer. He pulled out some poppers and begin to inhale. He wanted to stand while I kneel and suck his dick. I tell ya it was a mouthful. So I begin to suck it and he got more verbal. At one point I'm sucking pretty good and fast and my mouth was getting sore and I let up and pulled off and without skipping a beat he said, "No, Shawn, back on it" and he aimed his dick at my mouth. For some reason, that was so HOT. I went back to sucking and he begins being verbal even more. Gosh the thoughts, his being verbal, and all and the buzz was beginning to swirl in my head. He's into it, I'm into and this is just HOT. Anyway, so my mouth is getting sore from this 7-1/2 thick monster and I let up again and he mouths, "Back on it...I'm almost there, back on it" I'm sucking fast, he's breathing hard and bucking -- just the thought is TOTALLY arousing to me. After about another minute or two I could tell he was getting worked up and he grabs my head just as he's about to blow and says, "Take it..." Wow, feeling his dick spasm in my mouth just about sent me over the edge. I was leaking precum all over. He surely did unload a mouthful and I spit it right out into his T-shirt. He was still breathing heavy and I was still caught up in the moment, he said, "Wow that was hot and that was a total fantasy of mine". I'm thinking, wait, what you mean. So I say, oh a black' guy fantasy. He said, well, it's been a fantasy of mine to make out with a totally hot black guy. I'm thinking ok, not sure how to take this, but yes the moment was hot. We both cleanup and jump in bed. Luckily he likes to cuddle, so do I. We cuddled and slept and I blew him again that morning. It wasn't as hot as the first time, but hey.
That morning we got dressed and he drove me to my car. We chatted a bit, but it was the morning after all. We exchanged numbers, but I had a feeling that it would just pretty much be a one night stand'. We haven't talked since, but hey, at least I got a Free Drink' out of it.