Hey All, continuing my series based around my early 20's... Thought I'd get it all written out before I hit my 30's. ;) Most of the chronicles I'll be releasing are based on real-life experience as I explored my sexual urges with other men. Again, feedback on writing is enjoyed! I love some constructive criticism.
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Craigslist Chronicles Ch.07: Steven
This weekend was pretty fun; it was my 21st birthday. I took a few days off to relax and hang with friends. To celebrate the actual day, a few buddies of mine met up at a bar to drink and play some pool.
Upon arriving, a friend of mine took it upon himself to announce to everyone that it was my 21st birthday. God, I don't like attention on me. We got our first round of drinks and the bartender, who's pretty damn cute I must say, tossed us the keys to the pool table so we could play some free games.
As we played and the more we drank, I couldn't help but noticed how familiar the bartender looked. He had a very distinct and unique full sleeve that I swear I've seen before. Taking a quick break from the game, I ran to the restroom and pulled out my phone, going through my email looking for his picture. Remembering more, I think I replied to one of his ads on craigslist a week or so ago. Due to some random circumstances, we didn't end up meeting.
There it was, a beautiful headless body pic of the tall lanky looking guy, sporting a massive cock and an identical full sleeve. Fuck. I remember this guy. Look through our conversation, it looks like I sent him a face pic. He must recognize me, that must be why he's been eyeing me down... Sadly I don't fully remember his post, seems it expired.
Returning to tables, I played a few more rounds with my friends. Taking a quick pause, a few of my friends went out for a smoke break. As they went outside, I stopped at the bar to talk with the bartender for a little while and get another drink.
"Happy 21st buddy," he said.
"Thanks, man," I replied. 'I'm Evan by the way."
"Good to meet ya, Evan," He said with a smirk on his face. He must recognize me. "My name's Steven."
"Good to meet ya, Steven," I replied as I subtly checked him out.
"What can I get ya?" he said, "It's on me!"
"Maker's on the rocks?' I asked.
"Double Maker's on the rocks coming up," he said with a smile.
"Hah, thanks, man," I replied.
As he passed me my drink, my friends made there way back into the bar.
"I'll talk with ya in a bit," I said as I got up out of the bar chair returning to my game.
After a few more rounds along with a few pitchers, last call finally came, and my friends started to wrap up their night.
Taking a quick bday shot with them all, we started to walk outside. Giving everyone a hug, they wished me a final happy birthday and headed towards their cars. It was a weeknight to them, but thankfully, it was my Saturday night to me.
As they drove off, I made my way back to the bar, taking a seat at the high top. Pouring me another drink, Steven and I chatted for a while as the bar emptied. We talked about the ins and outs of whiskey and scotch for a while.
"So you have any more plans for the night?" Steven asked as he cleaned the bar.
"Nope, I don't work tomorrow," I replied, "I usually work a swing shift, so it's still pretty early in my book.'
"Ha, I know what you mean," Steven replied. "I've got about 20 minutes left here if you wanted to wait, I've got a pretty sweet whiskey collection back at my place if you wanted to take a gander. It's just up the block."
"Sure," I said as I smiled at him. "That'd be cool."
Over the next 20 minutes, we continued to talk as he cleaned up. I couldn't help but watch him. Damn was he sexy. His long dirty blonde hair was gelled and combed to the side in a fashionable 90's dew.
His matching denim jacket and jeans were tight against his body. I could see a prominent yet subtle outline of his cock bulging from under his jeans.
"Hey, I'll meet you outside here in 5. Gotta lock up," he said.
"Sounds good," I said making my way out.
Leaning up against my car, slightly buzzed from the night, I waited for him.
Walking out from behind the building, he started coming towards me. Damn, he was tall.
Leading the way, he started walking towards his place. As we walked, we continued our conversation.
Walking only a few blocks, we made it to his apartment complex. It was a pretty small complex, maybe 4 or 5 units. Making our way inside, I noticed a wall of guitars hanging from the entryway.
"How long have you been playing?" I asked as I looked at the guitars.
"As long as I can remember," He replied. "I play a few more instruments too. My band is actually playing next week down the street if you wanted to join."
"Oh that's pretty damn cool," I said.
Walking into the kitchen, five long shelves along the wall were filled with bottles of whiskey. There must have been 80-100 bottles. Walking up to his collection, I started reading a bunch of the different labels.
Coming up beside me, my hand accidentally brushed against his crotch. God has his bulge had grown.
"Pretty cool huh?" he said.
"Totally," I replied.
Heading towards a cabinet on the wall beside me, he grabbed a couple of glasses and set them on the table. Coming up from behind me once again, his crotch rubbing against my ass, he reached up over me and pulled down a nearly full bottle. Feeling quite the bulge, his cock must be straining under his jeans.
"So, this is a pretty damn good bottle," He said as he showed me the label, pulling the cork out.
