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 – 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.
"My place is just a little hole in the wall so I'd rather go to yours."
That place was a two room apartment but it was kept perfectly clean and there was a double bed. "Okay. My pad is just down the street.
He paid for the drinks and left a tip that was twice as much as the tab. If the evening turned out the way he was hoping, it would be easily worth it. The two men left the bar and walked the short distance to his apartment house. Lenny opened the front door and they rode the elevator to his floor where he led Tom down the hall, opened the door and invited his new friend in to join him.
Both men were there for the same reason and neither was coy about it. Lenny escorted his visitor into the bedroom where they stopped beside the bed and turned down the top sheet and blanket so only the bottom sheet would be used. On that warm night, no cover was needed and they both preferred the cool, smooth feel of a cotton sheet against their bare skin. With the bed ready, they began preparing each other, unbuttoning shirts and stripping off them and Tom's jacket and hanging the clothing on the back of a chair.
"Sit down here," Lenny instructed the tall man, who sat on the edge of the bed.
Kneeling between the legs of Tom, Lenny untied his shoes and removed them and his socks. It was time for the great unveiling, as he had started thinking of it, and he unbuckled his new friend's belt, unfastened the button at his waist and pulled down the zipper of his fly. Hooking fingers inside the waistline of the tight jeans, he started to tug on them. Tom helped by rising from the bed so they could be pulled around his ass and down to his knees.
Lenny gazed raptly at the huge cock that appeared to him. The massive tool was still covered by jockey shorts but it was almost fully erect and was bulging the fabric so much it was threatening to tear a hole in it. Still mesmerized at the thought and the sight of what he was going to get stuffed into his ass, he finished pulling off the pants of the owner of the huge cock and tossed them aside. He was careful about working the elastic waistband of Tom's underwear around his erection and, when they had been tossed aside to join his jeans, the magnificent specimen was free to jut into the air. Lenny tried to hold it in his right hand but could only get his fingers half-way around its girth.
As he likes to do, Lenny licked up the shaft and under the ridge that encircled the head. When he tried to get the huge cock inside his mouth, he could only take the first few inches of it, making deep-throating an impossibility. He didn't mind that; he hadn't brought Tom home to suck him off anyhow, and he let his partner of the night know what he wanted.