I knew there was going to be a lot of traffic that afternoon, so I ate my lunch in my office instead of going out. I also brought the story I was working on. In fact, I had done everything but the spell-check. At lunch time, I did that and then went online to post it. While I was at it, I decided to peruse the latest man-to-man stories. I read one in which the narrator and his friend were stranded in a cabin and ended up sucking and fucking and showering together. I liked the story so much that I was inspired to look at "MoHo"'s other stories. The one that I selected was his variation on the old story where a woman doing two guys asks one of them to suck the other. In this case, the woman's name was Natalie, and she wanted the friend to go down on the narrator. Not exactly original, but his description of the sex was so vivid that I still got a hard-on reading it. I meant to go back to the list of his stories, but I spotted the link to his profile and clicked on that. I realized my mistake, but I figured it would give me the same info and then some.
Did it ever! He had a picture of his cock, viewed from above. He was lathered up as if he'd taken the picture while the shower scene was taking place. (Otherwise, I wouldn't have remembered the shower scene in his story.) It didn't look like a big cock, but it was absolutely gorgeous. I mean, it was flawless! It pointed straight out as if he were offering it to me, and it had the most glorious purple head. I could see every vein because the shaft had been rinsed. I admired it for a couple seconds before I remembered I was at work. I heard someone coming toward my office. It didn't occur to me to minimize the screen, so I just scrolled down. As I did, I noticed he was in Detroit like me. I went back to the MMF story and started writing to him. "I would have given this story a 10 on merit alone, but your cock—damn! If Natalie had asked ME to blow you, I don't think I would've shared you with her afterward! I'd love to take the removable shower head from the cabin story, rinse you off and then suck you down to your balls! ... Gary"
I had crossed a line, of sorts. I was no stranger to same-sex encounters, but they had all been of the "Hey, I like doing that too!" variety. This was the first time I'd actually found a guy attractive. I gave him a 10 on the drag-down menu. I paused nervously for a moment and hit "Send."
Whomever I heard had walked past my door without noticing me. I read another of MoHo's stories, and it dawned on me that his name was a play on "homo" and "Motown." When I finished it, I closed my office door and jacked off. I came just as it was time to get back to work.
It was a couple days before I returned to the site. When I logged on, I had mail from MoHo. He linked to the story I'd just posted and one from a few months back. "Thank you for the kind words," he wrote. "If you're the same Gary who wrote these stories, then it means a lot coming from you! Oh, and I'm glad you liked my picture too. Frankly, it's not even my best one, but I took it when I joined and didn't think about it again till you wrote me. ... Derek"
I felt emboldened. "Yes, I'm the author. I'd love to see your other pics :) ," I wrote.
A couple days later, I got a message from at my regular e-mail address from an address that started "derek60009." It began, "Here ya go!" and two pictures followed. One was an upper view of his cock while he masturbated. The other was a front view with his cum splattered above. "I've got better ones than that, but you'll have to show me yours first."
I added his address to my contact list and wrote back, "How about I show you in person?"
I let him name the place, since I didn't know any gay clubs. He suggested a place called the Pride Club and sent me another picture so I'd recognize him. He was good-looking, but not in a "pretty boy" way, more the Sean Connery type than the Roger Moore. I wasn't surprised later when he told me he was 33. We agreed that Friday at seven worked for us.
I was more than a little nervous about being seen in public. I parked at the garage across the street so that if there was an accident, the report wouldn't give away why I was in the neighborhood. I was at the lobby at ten till, and continued to worry. What if I witnessed a crime? Or a celebrity showed up and I was in the picture in the newspaper?
Derek showed up before I could worry for too long. He was about 5'9", a couple inches shorter than me. He knew the manager, so we got right in, but we sat at the bar. "I'm surprised there are so many women here," I told him. "I mean, I'd heard that women sometimes like to come to these—"
Derek stopped me. "What? Oh, no, you thought—? Dude, look at the walls."
I saw a large poster for Coors Lite and a college basketball schedule. Then I noticed the football jerseys in display cases. "Oh, this is a sports bar! I just assumed that Pride Club was a reference to parades."
"It's called the Pride Club because of all the Lions memorabilia." We had a good laugh at my misunderstanding.
Derek ordered the Hank Greenberg special. I was about to order a plate of Red Wings, but it occurred to me that it would make the evening much less enjoyable later on, so I had the Tiger Burger instead. We talked about the local teams, our favorite erotic stories, and the various proposals people had made for revitalizing the downtown area. When I was nearly finished with my fries, I reached under the table to try to find his cock. He told me under his breath, "I told you, not till I see yours."
We finished, and I picked up the tab while Derek went to the bathroom to wash his hands. After he came back, I went to wash mine. (No bathroom sex. That thought didn't even occur to me until I started recounting this story for you.) Derek told me, "My apartment's only a couple blocks away. We can walk from here."
I pointed across the street. "See that blue car over the entrance? That's mine. I may as well move it now." I knew these meetings could be dangerous, but I figured if he trusted me to come to his place, I could trust him to get in my car. Derek followed me to my car. I drove to his place and parked on the street.
Since it was summer, we weren't wearing jackets. That meant once we were in his apartment, all I had to do was close and lock the door, and Derek put his hand on my crotch. "Show and tell time," he said with mock gruffness. I undid my belt, and he unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. He pulled them down just below the hem of my boxers and started rubbing my cock through the fabric. My mouth fell open involuntarily while I enjoyed the attention. He looked up at me and met my open mouth with his. I put my tongue forward just a little. He did the same and ran his fingers along my cock a few more times. I wanted to put my arm around him and kiss him even harder, but instead I pushed my jeans to the ground and my shorts down to the point where the waistband was just above my dick. Derek pulled the front down and my cock sprang out. "Nice!" he said, and he put his hand around it. He looked back up at me, and we resumed our kiss while he stroked the skin forward and back.
When I could feel my glans exposed, I said, "You want it, don't you?"
"Mm-hmm," he said. Derek knelt in front of me while I took my shoes and socks off. He pulled my pants and underwear off for me. Then he held my dick up in the air, although I didn't really need much help in that department, and sucked my right ball into his mouth. He held the skin of the sac in while he let the right ball out and sucked the left one in. He let it go and licked an imaginary line from the base of my shaft down the middle of the sac. He licked each ball and then ran his tongue up the underside of the shaft. I wouldn't have noticed my pre-cum if I hadn't looked down when he kissed the bottom of the head. He pulled the foreskin back and licked the pre-cum off me. He let the foreskin return and took the head inside his mouth. He put his right arm around my waist to hold us both steady. He moved up my shaft a little at a time, letting his front teeth just barely make contact with me each time he advanced. When his warm mouth surrounded me, I thought I was in heaven.
"Your mouth feels great on me," I told him. Derek's left hand joined his right on my lower back. He started retreating the same way he had moved up. When he had nothing in his mouth except my cockhead, he started bobbing back and forth on me, letting his tongue sweep around on either side as he went. After the third or fourth time, his right hand came down and grazed my asshole. That got my attention but good, and I warned him I was about to come. He came down on me firmly, holding me tightly at the waist with both hands. "Oh, yeah! I'm coming! Swallow it, man!" When I finished coming, Derek let me out of his mouth and stood up. This time I was the one wrapping my arms. I could taste my cum on his tongue, and I could feel his cock getting hard. "Now, how 'bouts that view you promised me?" I asked.
