What a day it had been. I spent the entire day at work being yelled at by my supervisors. The bank called and said that I was two months over due on my car note payments. My shoulders were tense.. I was tired.. And I needed some relief! Going home to an empty apartment and watching another rerun of
Friends
on TV was not appealing to me right now. So I had decided to make a stop on my way home from work.
I'm an attractive man.. shit, I'm hot. And I'm not conceited either.. just confident. I'm 5'9, 165 pounds. I work out when I get the chance. My body is pretty well defined. Nice toned abs, strong muscular arms, nice tan skin. I've had more than my share of partners throughout my life time, both male and female. But there was something unexplainable that drew me towards the men. I don't know if it was their unmistakable scent, or the sight of the bulge in their pants, but I couldn't keep my mind from wandering. When I turned 18, and I got my car, I used to drive to New Orleans and just stand outside the gay bars since I wasn't old enough to get in. I usually got lucky and was able to strike up a conversation. I always wore the muscle shirts and tight jeans.. I guess I was kind of advertising, but oh well. It was then that most of my gay sexual encounters took place...
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I was standing outside a hot gay dance club as this young male, probably around 21 or 22 came up to me.
"Hey there. You're a little young to be hanging out around here, you think?" He had the most amazingly seductive voice. It was hard to concentrate.
"I might be a little young to get inside, but I don't see what's wrong with me doing my thing out here.."
"I guess.. Well how you like to 'do your thing' back at my place? I just live a few blocks down." How did I know that was coming? Maybe it was the way that I kept adjusting myself so that my 8 inch rock hard cock could be clearly seen through my jeans. I flashed him a nasty grin and followed him back to his car. With each step he took, his ass shifted ever so slightly. I just wanted to grab a hold. But that wouldn't be polite.. To hell with polite.. I walked a bit closer and wrapped my arms around his waist. Keeping step with him, I slowly began to grind my cock into his ass. He reached his hand up behind him and stroked my brown hair. He continued walking this way the short distance to his car. By the time we reached the driver side door, he spun around and I pushed him up against the car. Our lips met. With an amazing vigor I never knew I had, I explored every last inch of his mouth with my tongue, all the while my hands exploring the rest of his body. With one hand, he was up under the back of my shirt, running his hand up and down my spine. Using the other hand he opened the door to his car. We backed up in step, our lips never parting, as he lowered himself into his car.. He had done this before. After what seemed like an eternity, we broke the kiss so I could jump in the car. As I slid into the seat, he turned the ignition on. I hope he could drive and orgasm at the same time...