Back in the winter of 2008, one of my better friends was a guy named Teddy.
Note that Teddy wasn't a fuckbuddy or anything. It's true that we'd met on a hookup site. It's true that we chatted a little bit and decided to meet up. It's true that we got naked and started getting things going.
It's also true that we didn't hit it off. Sometimes you have guys you sync up with. Sometimes you can just get off on anything, and sometimes it just doesn't coalesce.
So Teddy and I were good friends. We had a few shared interests, similar movies and music, motorcycle racing, hookup sites. We liked to critique them, and would meet over coffee at one of the many shops scattered throughout the East side of Milwaukee just for the opportunity. We'd periodically go to movies together, take in a concert. Occasionally we even hooked up with a common guy and we'd rate him on our own scales.
We also had a few non-shared interests. Like I mentioned in the past, I'm originally from South Dakota. They have no pro sports teams. I never spent much time or concern in my youth on pro sports, so when my friends would go to or watch games I'd join in for the companionship but not the sport.
Teddy though, he was Packers through-and-through. Born and raised in Manitowoc, he loved the team like nothing you can imagine. He had jerseys, helmets, a cultured 1 foot by 1 foot section of the original Lambeau field grass, so much memorabilia that he had a whole room in his townhouse dedicated to it.
Now Teddy was a great guy, loved him to death. His birthday was coming up on a particular Sunday and he asked me and a few other friends to meet him at a particular bar for his birthday and watch the game. I'd been to the place before, a little dive in the 'gay' part of town that was owned and operated by a boyfriend or ex-boyfriend of a distant ex of Teddy's that would promise to put the game on and give him a huge table and chairs to match.
Of course I said I'd go and that I'd be delighted. I asked him when to show up, "Just whenever Chode (his take on my name, Joe). Just be there before the game starts."
The Sunday arrived with me getting out of work at 7 AM followed by six hours of sleep, then 'getting myself ready' for Teddy's birthday party. My wife, Mel, asked me what my plans were. "Going to Teddy's party."
"Don't hurt yourself." She chuckled.
I laughed back, "Probably not going to be a problem."
She tilted her head, "Just don't let him top. You'd get smushed." Teddy was also a very big guy. Just over 6' and close to 300lbs. Big. Boy.
I got to the bar as a bit of snow started rolling into town. My jeep was parked directly in front of the place with plenty of parking around. I assumed I was just very early.
That assumption was on the right track. The bar was empty except for just a few. First, the slender, young, bearded bartender sitting at a stool on the far end watching a pregame show.
Second was a guy on the larger side with a black leather jacket and jeans. He had the mustache/goatee combo, a short crewcut and a bottle of something micro-brew. He looked to be in his late 40's.
Third was an older fellow, mid 50's to early 60's. He was at the end of the bar with a Collins glass and something dark inside. He looked completely uninterested in anything happening in the bar, with the game, in the world.
I took a seat about three down from the guy in the leather jacket. The bartender kept his eyes on the TV and got up, walked around the end of the bar, made his way along the polished surface until he was by me, "What sounds good, hon?"
"High Life is fine." I said. He reached below the bar, pulled one out, twisted the top and put it in front of me.
For the next 45 minutes it was mechanical. We watched the pregame show and highlights from other games. The guy a few seats down from me would order one of his specialty beers. A few minutes later I'd get a high life. The three-quarters of an hour mark was when my bladder decided I was due.
I pulled my jacket off and laid it across the stool, "I don't think you need to worry about anyone taking your chair." I hadn't even noticed the bartender glancing my direction.
"Don't need to bring it either." I answered.
I made my way towards the bathrooms in the rear of the place. The place was kind of a dive, but the bathrooms were always immaculately kept. Well, there was a crudely cut hole between two of the three stalls...you know why...but otherwise it was very clean.
There were three urinals against the left wall as you walked into the place and I lined up on the first. I always got a kick out of the place due to the lack of privacy dividers.
Just as soon as I was going with the flow the door opened. The guy who'd been sitting just down from me walked in and approached the next urinal to me, disobeying the cardinal rule of men's bathrooms. Of course, gay bar rules might be different.
Now that he was standing I saw he was just a slight bit shorter than me. Probably a hair heavier. He still had his jacket on over a tight grey t-shirt. It showed he wasn't in bad shape, but not in great shape either.
Did I notice when he pulled himself out? Of course I did. No privacy screens AND it's a gay bar, duh.
He had a full-on erection. By my eye it was over 6.5", maybe 7", depending on how his pants were laying.
"Nice cock." He said in a voice that didn't fit his exterior. A bit too smooth, refined for how he was dressed and his bearing. I just replied thanks and returned the compliment. "You like it?" He turned towards me. He hadn't pissed, I noticed.
I took a better look. He was on the thicker side. Not significantly thick or significantly long, just a nice combination of length and width. The head was a dark pink, the shaft a dusky tan. The skin was a little on the looser side, none of that tension tightening a lot of guys had. Still beautiful to look at though.
"It's gorgeous, man." I said after perusing for several seconds, "Beautiful".
He took hold of his base and pointed it directly at me, "But you want to know how it tastes, how it feels, right?" He pointed it directly at me.
I grinned, "Might be a fun time. You'll have to give me your number." I still wasn't making a motion to put my own equipment away.
"How about I just give you this dick now? Why wait? Why fuck around? There's nobody in this bar." He pulled out a little bottle of lube, "I could just bend you over the sink and do it. Come on."
On the one hand I was a little put off by his forward attitude. On the other hand he had a great cock. On the other other hand I was seriously horny.
