I first met Paul on one of those rare nights out (for me) at a local gay bar. Actually, we didn't meet, but I think we exchanged glances. I'm the shy type, so I tend to spend a lot of time in those situations with my back to the wall watching the world go by. But I definitely noticed him. Tall, thin, blond, incredibly cute, with the most amazing big, blue eyes. He was wearing a baseball cap and dressed in dark jeans and a tee-shirt. Nothing fancy, but you could tell there was a tight body beneath the clothes. I looked up from my drink to see him looking right at me. Then he dropped his head and seemed to mumble something to his friend across the table from him. Not much, but sometimes moments like that can be electric. And this one was. I left the bar that night thinking about him, not knowing his name or anything about him.
The next time I went to the bar was a weekday night. Despite the light crowd, a drag show was about to take over the dance floor. From what I could tell from across the bar, there were two black queens with large, diana ross wigs and a third white girl(?) made up to look like marilyn monroe. The contrast was made all the more striking by the form of the dancers. The first two, for all their efforts, looked like guys in dresses and wigs. But the third was beautiful. The black dress fit like a glove and, with the exception of the top, you could tell there was no padding helping to shape an obviously hot, trim bod. Her long arms and beautiful shoulders were so pale and soft looking they glowed. All this from the opposite end of the bar. I bought a drink, took a stool and waited for the show.
They only did a few numbers, but their finale, a rendition of "Free Your Mind," was exceptionally hot. I'd never been into drag shows, and certainly never attracted to the queens who performed, but this was different. As the blonde danced and sang, she seemed to be looking right at me, smiling all the while. I figured it was just because I was the only one sitting at the bar, directly in front of the stage. As soon as they took a break, though, all three approached the bar and picked up drinks the bartender had prepared for them. As the owner chatted with them, I suddenly realized who it was under the blonde wig and in the dress. Before I knew it, he was next to me and we began to talk. To be honest, I was totally confused. Here was this great looking guy, looking equally good in a dress and makeup. He introduced himself and told me that they had one more set to do before he was finished for the evening. I sat as patiently as I could for the remaining entertainment, and as soon as they were done he returned and we sat at a table for a round of drinks. Before long, he asked if I would like to come home with him.
I followed him home and, since he had a roommate, we went straight to his bedroom. As I sat on the bed, he stripped completely and excused himself to the bathroom to clean up. When he returned, he apologized for the "sudden nudity." I wasn't complaining. His body was even better than I had imagined. Long, lean and perfectly formed. I undressed and we jumped under the covers. We began kissing and feeling each other, hands roaming from head to toe. He pulled me on top of him, then reached for a bottle of baby oil and began rubbing my chest, stomach and thighs. Before long, his hands were stroking my balls and cock, while I rubbed the excess onto his taut shoulders and chest. With the tip of my cock inches away from his beautiful face, he lifted his head, opened his mouth, and began to suck me. I stroked his face and neck as I glided in and out of his lips, finally holding his head to meet my rhythm. I pulled out just in time to come all over his chest and neck, collapsing and kissing him. Afterward, I stroked him off to climax, and we fell asleep in each other's arms.
We met several times after that, each time better than the last. My favorite memory was an afternoon in his bedroom, where he held my wrists to my sides while he slowly sucked me off. When he finished, I took him into my mouth as he sat back on his heels. As he came close, he tried to push me away. But I knew what I wanted. Pulling his hands away from my head, I held them as he shot into my mouth and down my throat. That was the first time I had ever done that, and it was better than I could ever imagine.
Unfortunately, Paul and I lost touch with each other. I can only blame myself, but if you're reading this and know how I can contact him, please let me know.