I don't write much, but I'm grateful for those who have read my stories. They're all true, which is why I'm so excited to finally be able to write this story about how I touched another cock. Finally. It was a guy I met at a bar while I was at a conference a few months ago.
I hadn't been drinking very much, so my tolerance was pretty low. I met up with some former co-workers at the conference. Industry trade show kind of thing. We grabbed some drinks, that bar closed, we wandered to another. The next thing I know, it's after 1 am and I'm buying yet another round.
"Six of the Corpse Reviver #2...or whatever that says," I said, pointing to the Specials posted behind the bar.
I looked up and took a deep breath. It felt good to let go. This wasn't a vacation, but I was the only one from work here, so there was no reason to keep my guard up. A man at the end of the bar raised a glass to me and nodded. I nodded back and smiled a drunken smile.
"One more for that guy," I said to the bartender.
The bartender looked over, the guy smiled and shrugged. The bartender shrugged back.
"To liberty!" I yelled. "To feeling free!" I raised my glass, then carefully lined my lips up against the rim and sipped as quickly as I could, spilling some down my chin.
The man laughed. His eyes twinkled. I grinned as I turned away, carrying the glasses back toward my friends outside.
I lost track of time. Maybe it was 2:30. I had to pee, badly. I stumbled into the bar again, weaving through the back hallway toward the bathroom. The place looked deserted. It was a Wednesday night, after all. I stood in front of the urinal with my pants down around my knees and I let it rip. My cock felt soft in my hand. Smooth and silky. I couldn't wait to get back to the hotel room and jerk off.
Lately I had been jerking off into condoms, then using the cum as lube. Sometimes I would drink it. Sometimes it would leak out all over my balls. I would rub it in, lick my hand, smear it on my face.
I loved the musk and the bitterness. I would hold the cum in my mouth while I came again, cumming so hard I would thrash backward against the bed, or chair, or wherever I was at the time.
The bathroom door slammed closed, causing me to snap out of my daze. I had been standing in front of the urinal, holding my cock.
It was the smiling man from the end of the bar.
"Feeling free. You weren't kidding," he said.
I smiled, staring directly back into his eyes without realizing it. My hand was still on my cock.
"Let me help you with that." He reached down and wrapped his fingers around my wrist, pulling my hand away from my dick. It stood at half-mast, bobbing slightly.
"OK, gotta put this back or we're going to get into some serious trouble." He leaned down to pull up my pants.
I was so fucking drunk. The room was spinning in slow motion, but everything looked so clear.
I put my hands on the top of his head. His hair was soft.
He paused, then pulled my pants up the rest of the way and fastened them.
"Just hold your horses, cowboy. You don't want to do that here."