I was set up on a blind date by my friend's girlfriend with a successful robust woman. I saw a few pictures of her and liked her look, so I agreed. I got myself looking sharp and went to meet her at a dinner club in town. I received a late message saying she couldn't make it, while I was drinking with a guy at the bar.
"Dam, my first blind date in a long time and she flaked out on me." I said to him.
"Women are impossible at times!" He said with a smile.
"They sure are, hey, my name is Ben, by the way." I said and we shook hands.
"I'm Frank, nice to meet you, Ben." He said nicely.
"Are you meeting someone here too?" I asked, wondering what he was up too.
"Yes, I am." He said looking at his watch in frustration.
We had a few more drinks and got better acquainted, Frank was easy to talk to and a very good-looking man. I'm 32 and average guy, he looked a few years older, and taller. I noticed Frank was quite fit and strong looking, very masculine hunk type. After a while he got a late text, saying his date couldn't make it either.
"I can't believe it." He said pissed off.
"That sucks Frank, she obviously blew it!" I said kindly.
"Thanks Ben." He said shaking it off.
"How did you meet her, from a dating site?" I asked casually.
"No, not exactly." He paused for a few long seconds. "It's a guy, I've been chatting with from a dating site." He said to my surprise.
"Oh, that's cool. You seem very straight." I said nicely.
"So do you!" He joked.
"Good one." I said, as we chuckled and sipped our beers.
"I was straight for a long time." He said casually.
"Oh, I see. When did all this start?" I replied nervously.
"Like three years ago."
"No females since?" I pried.
"A couple times, but it wasn't the same after."
"I see."
"You've never been with a man in any way?" He asked surprised.
"Nope, never." I said quietly.
"Well, have you ever thought about it?" He asked with a sly grin.
"I would never deny I've had some curiosity, like most guys." I said honestly.
"It can be very erotic with the right guy." He said with a sexy smile.
"I bet." I said uncertainly.
"Guys like to have sex more than woman, and they appreciate cock more too." He said matter of fact like.
"I could see that."
"Some guys like me, like to have sex for hours on end. It is a great workout too."
"I believe it. Have you been with many guys?" I inquired for some strange reason.
"Just four." He said softly.
"That's not many." I said, feeling more at ease.
"Yeah, not that many yet. I always used protection, and made sure the guys were STD free."
"That's good." I said feeling even more comfortable with him.
"Sucking cock is really fun, but getting head from a horny guy is awesome." He said with a wicked gleam in his eyes.
"Sounds like it." I said feeling awkward.
"My second boyfriend loved my cum, he would swallow everything I shot out." He said looking deep into my eyes.
"Did you take those guys from the rear?" I asked now feeling very curious.
"Oh yes, all of them. It was way hot." He said with convincing eyes.
"I butt fucked one of my X girlfriends, a few times. I loved it, but she wasn't too crazy about it." I added.
"Feels good huh?" He said encouraging me to open up.
"Oh yeah! Did you ever take a guy in the rear?" I asked.
"Nope, not yet. I might someday, with the right guy." He said casually.
"Been single long Frank?" I asked wondering where this was going.
"Well, yeah. For a few months now."
"Where do find guys? Just from dating sites?" I asked with more curiosity.
"Yup, so far. I flirt with attractive guys online then ask them to meet in person. If they seem nice, I will ask them out for a real date."
"That seems like a good way of to do it." I said in approval.
"First they have to show up!" He said laughing.
We talked it up for another hour and had several more drinks. I was feeling comfortable with Frank, even though he was gay. I actually started to like him, and my curiosity grew as the minutes rolled by. So, I began to flirt a little and touch his arm, he seemed to like that. I knew time was running out, so I decided to make a move on him, for the hell of it.
"Hey Frank, we should go out sometime." I said boldly.
"We could." He said with a sudden grand smile.
"Would you like my number?" I said nervously.
"Definitely." He said with a spark in his eye. Then he handed me his phone.
I nervously typed my name and number into his phone. He gave me a nice hug and kissed my cheek. I felt his cock smashing into my stomach, as he hugged me goodbye. I didn't know what to think, he left me standing there a little frazzled and curious. I managed to get a ride home from a guy peeing in the bathroom who was leaving a few minutes later. The next morning, I got my car at the bar and barely got to work on time. I started feeling hot and cold about giving Frank my number. I started to consider blowing off Frank and forgetting all of this.
Well, Frank did call me a few days later, and we chatted it up. Then I began to remember why I liked him and why I gave him my number. He was sharp, funny, smart, successful, and fun to talk too. We talked about sports and news and normal stuff, for a while. Sex didn't even come into the conversation. Then he changed the subject abruptly.
"Ben, would you like to go out with me this Friday night?" He said in a strong masculine tone.
"Uh, Ok. That would be nice." I said like a scared sissy.
"Can we call it a date then?" He asked, wanting a definite yes.
"Yes, Ok, I guess." I responded nervously.
"I mean like a man-on-man date?" He insisted again.
"Yes. I know. I understand and yes, that would be nice to go on a date with you Frank." I said as my heart raced and I tried to swallow the lump in my throat.
"I'll pick you up Friday night at 7:00!" He said sternly.
"Ok, Frank, I guess I'll see you then." I said as I hung up the phone.
What was I thinking? How could I get out of this I thought to myself as I let go of the phone. Eventually my curiosity settled me down and I decided to forget about it. I was very nervous and unsure of what I was doing. I wanted to call him back and say no, but I didn't.
When Friday night rolled around, I nervously got myself ready for our date. I also brushed and flossed really good in case he tried to kiss me. Frank showed up on time and looked even better than the last time I saw him. He was dressed business casual while I was in jeans and a polo shirt. Not as sharp but still looking good. He led me to his car and opened the door for me, treating me with care and respect.
"Nice to see you Ben, you look nice this evening." He said as he sat me down in the passenger seat.
"Thank you, Frank, you look nice too." I replied scared of what was to come.
Frank jumped in and we zoomed off. We made casual talk as he drove; I had no idea where we were going, and I didn't ask. I was feeling relaxed enough at first, then he put his big hand on top of mine. My heart rushed as he began to massage and feel my hand. I was nervous as hell and my hand froze.
"Is this, Ok?" He asked, surprised at my stiffness.
"Yes, it's fine." I said, and I let him feel my hand more and tried to relax.
"Good, I think you are really cute Ben." He said sincerely.
"Oh, thanks Frank." I said wanting to jump out of the car.
"You are a lot cuter than any of the previous guys I dated." He said nicely.
"Really? Thanks Frank." I said as I squeezed his big hand back.
He took us to a fancy bar in the city. It was full of hip, cool people all dressed up rich and classy. We shared some terrific appetizers, had a few drinks and enjoyed the scenery for a while. Our conversation was light and funny. There were gay and straight people all around us and I felt fine. Guys and girls flirted with us, and I thought it was funny, but I didn't laugh.
Then Frank asked me to dance, and I nervously accepted. I never danced with a guy before, but it wasn't that awkward or embarrassing. It was kinda fun for a while, but it was hard to talk in there and we decided to take a break after a while. We agreed it would be nice to go somewhere quieter, so we could talk more.
"That place is always fun." He said as we were walking out.
"When was the last time you were here?" I asked.