Then, I heard commotion from outside the safety of my table refuge. He grabbed both sides of my head and tried to force me down farther until I was gagging. I felt like-well, not a man, but I felt like he was the man, and I was his to do with as he pleased. But still, it was dick and I was scoring! I began having fun with the shape of a cock in my mouth, moving up and down like my warm, moist cavity was a pussy for this gnarled cowboy cock. I was pleasing this man, and it wasn't a world-ending event. Having that dick in my mouth, that made me feel gay. Annoyingly, it curved up, which meant I had to lean forward on my knees and place my head right up against the bottom of the table just to launch it into my mouth. It felt hard and a little wet from precum. I leaned over and gave his cock head a quick kiss. He wanted me to suck it, and at the time I felt I had two options: walk away from the homosexual that I thought I was, or do what he said. I felt the tip of his weiner touch me on the nose. I'm gay, but this was the first time for me. Suddenly, I was pressed up against a man's thighs. He unzipped his pants and slid them down below his knees. I slid down, keeping my hand on his hardening cock. He cupped my hand over his already semi-hard dick, still encased in his jeans.īut wait, didn't he say he wasn't gay? Suddenly, he sat upright. His hand was rougher than hers, and he pulled it downwards, under the tablecloth. I'd only ever held hands before, with my female grad date in high school. He brought his thick bicep down and grabbed my hand. I'd never actually answered this question honestly before, "uh, yeah." I came over and sidled into the booth with him. I ordered a beer from the bar, and then wandered to a stool nearby. When I came out, that cowboy was sitting at one of the tables, his arms both stretched out on the back of the booth. Well, it wasn't some crazy sex dungeon riddled with glory holes. I asked a beefy guy who looked like a security guard where the washroom was, and went in. I was the only one in there, other than staff. There was a big dance floor on one side of the room, a bar on the other side, and booths with tableclothed tables all around the walls. It was dark inside, with all the walls and ceiling painted black. I hurried down the stairs, under the big canopy rainbow flag, and disappeared into the gay bar. I almost turned away and hurried off, but I twisted the knob and walked in. Was he some kind of redneck looking to beat up faggots? Scenarios of being outed to everyone back home flashed through my mind. I turned around to see a cowboy-he was wearing an actual cowboy hat, and he was over 6ft tall, wearing skin-tight jeans and a white T-shirt, and looking me up and down with his preying eyes.
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I went up the block, taking the long way to cross the street, so I could have a full view of the place on my approach. At some point close to 7 I turned my head, actually distracted by a couple girls talking a little too explicitly about their sex lives-who knew they put so much worth in giving guys blowjobs? Like really, what kind of pleasure do they get out of that? When I turned back there was a light on above the door, and it was slightly open.
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I waited across the street in a cafe for the place to open. I only touched the knob, gave it a turn to confirm it was locked, and quickly walked along before anyone could notice me. I showed up at the bar about a half hour early, only to find it wasn't open yet. I wanted to smell good for my newfound lover. There wasn't much time, so I sent a one word reply, took a shower, being extra careful to scrub out my butt crack, just in case. He replied less than five minutes later: "Shooters and cocks, 7pm?" I sent him my stats and a face shot taking at an angle extreme enough to hide my identity.
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