I flipped off the television when she showed up. My housemate Kyle, aside from fucking me and our other housemate Ryan, was also fucking his girlfriend on a regular basis.
I guess she was hot, with tight jeans cupping her ass and a shirt could burst while trying to contain her heavy breasts. It was fitting that a guy as hot as Kyle could get a girl like her. But I wasn't going to hang around and listen to Kyle's moans—the same moans he uttered to me every other night she wasn't around.
I stood up and grabbed my coat, barely acknowledging the girlfriend's presence. Ryan was away for the weekend, so I decided to find some fun of my own. I walked toward downtown, just a few blocks away from our house.
My favorite bar was open, a crooked brick archway beaconing me to enter and order my favorite scotch and soda. It was an Irish bar, with old photos of Irish poets and musicians plastering the brick walls. The tables were old sewing stands with wrought iron footrests. The bar itself was a long wooden slab smeared with decades of alcohol and chipped from knife games and clumsy heads that hit hard on their way down.
It was busy tonight, but not packed. I glanced around at the faces laughing and wincing from the strong drinks the bartenders notoriously served here. I saw a few faces I recognized from my college classes, but none of them interested me until I saw his.
I thought I knew him from one of my science classes, but I wasn't sure. His short, curly red hair was what caught my eye first. I then moved down to his bright blue eyes glistening above his smooth, freckled cheeks and full, red lips. His white t-shirt stretched over his slim frame, the fabric dipping in between his chest muscles and pulling taut over his shoulder blades. His blue jeans seemed part of his body, hugging his hips and crotch so tight was sure his cock was suffocating.
He was alone, resting an elbow on the table and tightening one hand around a glass soaked in condensation. I saw him turn toward the bar, giving that lustful look to someone he must have had an eye on.
I glanced in that same direction, but I couldn't tell whether he was staring at the bubbly brunette girl jabbering mindlessly or at the cute bartender who had parted his hair into a fake mohawk.
I decided I might still have a chance with him. I walked over to where he sat and pulled up an empty stool.
"Hey, I know you," I said. "Aren't you in my biology class?"
He turned back to me and smiled. His bright teeth reflected in the dim light hanging above the table.
"Yeah, I think so," he said.
"I'm Sean," I said, holding out my hand.
He shook it.
"I'm Will," he told me.
He turned again to look back toward the bar.
"Are you looking at that girl with the big boobs," I asked, "or that hot bartender?"
He turned back to look at me.
"What if I said 'both'?"
I laughed.
"What are you waiting for, then?" I said.
"Well, the bartender is married, and the girl is attached to that guy in the leather jacket," Will told me. "But it doesn't matter much. I can get pretty much anyone I want in this bar."
I didn't doubt him. His smooth, boyish face could make me cum in my pants by itself if I didn't have the small amount of self control keeping me from loosing it.
"Let's make a bet, then," I said. I looked at my watch. "Last call is in forty-five minutes. How about if you don't find someone within that time, you just take me?"
He smiled again, his red lips stretching to again show me his perfect teeth.
"Deal," he said, shaking my hand again.
He got to work, and as I sat at the table nursing my scotch and soda, I saw him move from one girl to another. I couldn't hear anything he said to them, but each girl seemed more devastated than the last as he made around the bar. With each one, he would strike up a conversation and then shake his head, leaving the girl lonely and pouting.
Finally, the bartender rang the bell for last call, and Will arrived back at my table.
"None of them wanted you?" I asked.
"Not when I tell them I would only fuck them if they had a dick," he said, smiling again.
"How cruel," I said.
"Try not to look so disappointed that you get to come home with me." He finished his drink in one clean swig.
I finished mine and we stood up to walk to his place.
Will's apartment was only two blocks from the bar, the walk seemed torturously long. As soon as we stepped out from under the crooked brick arch of the bar's entrance, his left hand snaked its way around my back and slithered into my back pocket. My dick began to harden has his fingers teased my ass cheeks. I could feel the pre-cum oozing out of the tip and smearing around the inside of my boxers.
I reached my arm around Will's shoulder and let my fingertips come to rest on his nipple. I pinched and squeezed the hard knob, soft gasps escaping from his lips.
Finally, he jerked open the door to his apartment and entered, slamming it shut behind us.
Will grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and dragged me to his bed room, where he threw me down on his soft, white sheets. He practically jumped on top of me, his legs straddling my hips and his mouth planting firmly on mine. I tasted his red lips and velvety tongue as his hands moved from one button of my shirt to the next, getting closer to where my cock strained against my jeans.
He smiled at me. My blue eyes were as wide as his, and my clean-shaven face was probably quivering with anticipation as he folded my shirt open to reveal my smooth chest. He bent down to give me another kiss, his hands running through my short, sandy hair, before he took off his own shirt.
