Ok, last Tuesday I was out at a pub up in town, watching a football match. The team I had supported my whole life was on, and I enjoyed taking the opportunity after to work to go down and have a beer or two before heading home. So I got a pint, and sat down at a table that gave me a good view of the screen and began to unwind after my day at work. The job I was in wasn't much fun, but it was the first one that I had been offered since finishing at university, and I needed money, otherwise I'd have to move in back home. I was also kind of frustrated, as I hadn't had a lot of action in the last few weeks. At university I'd be out most nights and it was pretty easy to get laid.
Bearing this in mind, I had noticed the rather cute hunk who was sat on the other side of the room. He must have been in his late thirties or early forties, but was definitely a fitty, nicely tanned, plenty of stubble, curly dark hair etc. I looked at him for a few seconds, but turned away as he looked round, embarrassingly I felt my face turning bright red. However the game started and I continued sipping my drink. Half way through the first half I chanced another look at my dark stallion, but had to quickly glance away as he was staring at me. Shit, I thought to my self, why's he looking at me? Feeling slightly unnerved I decided not to look in his direction again.
However, as I finished my pint, I was tapped on the shoulder. It was him.
"Hey bud, do you mind if I sit here, can't see the TV from over there"
Stammering, I weakly replied "N-n-no, sure thing I'm not using that chair"
"Cool. Say, you finished you're drink, mind if I get a round in?"
"Er, ok, yeah, that'd be great, just make sure you remind me to get you one in return". I could feel myself sweating as he walked off to the bar. He had a sexy deep voice, and looked even better from up close. Fuck, I thought, why am I getting so worked up, he's just a guy watching football in a pub and could probably do with some company.
So he came back with two pints, and we watched the rest of the first half. We chatted and I found out he worked as a carpenter in the local area, I told him about myself, which made me realise how dull my life was at the moment. He was actually 37, and recently divorced from his wife. He'd actually been born in Spain, which explained his dark looks, but had lived most of his life over here. So basically it was a rather boring conversation, typical of many forced conversations between two single men brought together by football in pubs across the nation. However out of the blue he murmured;
"You know, this game's kind of dull. What do you say you come back to mine, have a few beers and see if we could find something more interesting to do?"
I couldn't believe it. Earlier I'd thought this guy was pretty hot, but I never imagined he'd come on to me. But wait, was he? How'd he know I was gay? This was a normal pub, I was watching football, how strange? But then, why not, I couldn't be sure if he was actually coming on to me, and besides so what if he was, I hadn't been fucked in ages, so why not see where this goes?
"Sure, sounds like a good plan to me", so I picked up my jacket and followed him out of the door.
His place was about five minutes away, in a flat not far from the train station. It was a bit better than my flat, and he'd mentioned that he'd had to move in here after he'd left his wife. His workshop was next to the station, so it was great for work, and not being far from the centre of town, he was able to get out more now than when he'd been married.
Once in the door I asked "so, what did you have in mind?"
At this he turned round undid his flies and allowed his limp dick to hang out. Thick black curly hair surrounded his dick as it dangled out of his trousers. I felt my asshole tingle.
"You reckon you want to play with this, bitch?"
