On Friday night, Lenny Post walked into The Rodeo, a gay pickup bar where he was well-known. He had an itch his dildo couldn't cure so he was looking to find the most well-hung stud he could. He enjoyed sucking cocks but there were some times when what he needed more than anything was for his ass to get a good cramming and this night was one of those times.
"Hi, Lenny. What'll it be?" asked Pete the bartender.
"White wine, Pete. Any action going on tonight?"
The friendly bartender leaned forward in a conspiratorial manner and pointed to a young man a little way down the bar. "See that tall blond-haired dude in the green jacket? I hear he's really hung and he's here by himself tonight." Pete was more than a bartender; he was also the unofficial matchmaker in the bar β some might have called him a pimp - but there was hardly ever money involved and he was good at it and earned the large tips he usually received.
"Thanks, Pete. What's he drinking? Send him one on me."
As Lenny watched, the affable bartender poured a drink and walked down the bar and set it down in front of the blond man. Seconds later, he turned and pointed at the man who was paying for it. Blondie raised his glass in a toast and Lenny responded in kind. After taking a sip of his drink, the tall man went over to join the man who had indicated a desire for his company.
"Hi," he said as he offered his hand. "Thanks for the drink. My name's Tom."
Lenny shook the proffered hand and introduced himself, also just using his first name. "You're welcome. I don't remember seeing you here before. Do you come here often?"
"Only when I want to get laid."
"Oh? What's your pleasure?"
"I'm strictly a top, Lenny. I like nothing more than to get on top of a cute gay guy. Like you. And ream his ass until we both come. I've got the equipment to do it too."
"Is that right? I think we can come to a mutually beneficial understanding." Lenny ordered two more small glasses of wine.
"Thanks but I better make this the last one. A couple of drinks gets rid of any inhibitions I might have had but with too many, I can't get it up."
"Me too."
Both men finished their drinks and faced each other, with either of them liking what he saw. Besides his height and long blond hair, Tom had blue eyes and a fair complexion. He was wearing tight blue jeans and, under his green jacket, was a blue flannel shirt, unbuttoned at the top with a wisp of curly blond hair peeking out. Lenny was shorter, with dark curly hair and clear skin and was also wearing jeans but he had on a gold silk shirt.
His new companion seemed to be exactly what he had come to The Rodeo to find and Lenny took the plunge. "Well, Tom, my place or yours?" he asked.