Friday Night Pickup Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
WARNING: The following is for adults only. Contains graphic depictions of men having sex with men. Do not read if this bothers you.
Thanks to all the guys out there who have written in response to my stories. (My previous stories are listed in the Authors section of Nifty.) Even if I haven't had the chance to respond, I appreciate it. Don't worry: I plan on continuing on with Team Reward and wrapping up Parents Weekend, but until I get back in the groove and find the time, I'm posting a few shorter, get-off-quick stories. This one is based on real events, for what that's worth, so I don't know if it lives up to standards of the others. But let me know if you like it. Comments to billdrake@hotmail.com. Thanks to Dean, whose correspondence first urged me to write this down.
Friday Night Pickup
I see him across the bar standing alone. The weather is finally starting to warm up a little in Boston and this guy was wearing a snug-fitting blue T-shirt that showed a fantastic body - I guess I like all sorts of men's builds, but this one definitely had to be my favorite: thick and muscular, with enough body fat to fill out the appearance, but not to be chubby or stocky looking. I'm a pretty tall guy, 6'3", and this guy is about two inches shorter.
I get distracted talking to my friends and a while later I look over and notice the guy walking past. If he was hot-looking from the front, his back is perfection - nice, meaty lats that swell and taper down to the start of a perfect bubble butt that fill the guy's jeans. I know I have to have this guy, so I excuse myself from my friends and followed him to the other side of the bar.
The guy is standing on his own against the wall again, looking uninterested in his surroundings, but I can tell he was on the prowl. My suspicions are confirmed when our eyes meet. He locks his gaze with mine, and I can see and feel the hunger in it.
After taking a piss I go and introduce myself to him. We shoot the shit for a while, until this guy says point blank, "So, what are you going after here? Wanna go somewhere and fuck my ass?" I'm taken aback by his forwardness and admittedly a little shocked that a guy this hot would be such an upfront bottom - sometimes they'll never ask you to fuck them, until you pull their legs apart and suddenly they are up in the air or wrapped around your waist and your dick is poking their hole. Like I always say, I always appreciate a guy who knows what he wants and knows how to get it - and if he's a bottom stud asking for my cock, so much the better! So I tell him fuck yeah, that we should go back to my place and I'll screw him a new hole.
By now I have a major hardon in my jeans and am getting even hornier feeling how close we were leaning into each other's bodies while talking over the noise of the bar. We spend the next fifteen minutes talking about what we were going to do to each other. As I lean in to listen to him, I place my arm around his shoulder, partly to feel the muscular flesh of his shoulder beneath his T-shirt and partly to show my dominance over this stud. The more we talk, the closer our torsos get, until I can feel the heat radiating off his body. I'm so hot to fuck him, I know I have to take him home now.
Once we get to my place, I open the door and guide him in the dark room first. I live in a studio apartment, so it's not much distance from the door to the bed. I shut the door and in the dark, push this stud back on the bed. I jump on top of his frame and pin his body with mine, as I grab his wrists and as our mouths grind together in a heated kiss. I can tell he's excited as I am, and the knowledge makes my heart pound in sheer horniness. I can feel his heartbeat and the heat and hardness of his chest through our shirts.
I release his hands and undo his jeans, yanking them down to his ankles. He isn't wearing any underwear. I unbutton my jeans and pull them and my boxers down enough to free my hard cock. When our tongues meet again, our hard cocks are rubbing together, lubing up slightly with pre-cum.
But I know what I wanted, and I need to fuck this stud right now. Without speaking, I flip the guy over. His jeans are still around his ankles, so I can't spread his legs apart very much, so I reach under his hips and pull him up into a doggy position. I grab some lube from my bedstand and squirt a large gob on the head of my dick. My cock is moderately big. About seven inches, not huge or fat, but full-sized and mostly cylindrical, with just a slight curve to the left. It's bigger than most guys I meet, but won't win any Guiness records.
Anyway, my cockhead is all flared up in excitement at this point, and I put the lubed head square in my fuckee's hole and start teasing the sphincter with my dick. The guy's obviously feeling great when I do this, and he lets out a sigh of "aw yeah" as I gently poke a quarter-inch of cock into his hole to lube and loosen it up. I'm gradually working more and more cock into the opening as his asshole relaxes and dilates for me. I know it's time for a condom, so I pull it out. The guy gasps and begs me to fuck him right then. I slip on a rubber and get return to fucking his hole. Slowly and steadily my shaft eases into his guts, as my hands grab his waist tight to hold him stead while I mount him. "That's it, Bill," he grunts, "dick me."
I go slow at first, bending over his magnificent back as I shaft his ass good and deep. With each thrust my fuck stud groans, and pretty soon he's urging me on. He keeps telling me to pound his ass harder, and I realize just how deep and sexy his voice is. I tell him he must need this fuck bad, because he's acting like a slut for it. I started rutting him harder, reaching around his chest with my arms and holding on as I piston my cock in and out as hard and fast as I can. I worry at first that it might be too rough for this guy, but he's a pro at taking cock, and just groans in pleasure with each shove of my dick.
I decide it's time for him to get off. With my arms around him, I pull us both upright. I slow down my pace a little to really massage his prostate, and work over his chest, kneading the muscle and playing with his tits. The guy whimpers, as if he's trying to fight back an orgasm. God, it turns me on so much to think that I have this stud in my arms, riding my cock, and he's whimpering he feels so good to be fucked by me. I know I have to send him off to bliss, so I touch his cock and grab the hard, heated shaft. It only takes a couple of jerks before his cum goes spewing everywhere.
His ass spasms hard around my cock. Even with the condom on, I can feel every quiver, and it feels real good. After he gets his nut off, I release his cock and grab his hips to finish off my orgasm, which is building by the second. I resume a good, hard fuck and in seconds I'm shooting harder than I can remember.
The next morning, we were at it again and again the weekend after. I'm hoping we can become regular fuck buddies, this guy turns me on so much.