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?"
I didn't think about the insult, and I guess the drool coming out of my mouth gave him an appropriate answer. Within moments his tongue was in my mouth, and my hand was wrapped around his cock. As we kissed I felt the first stirrings of his erection as I tugged at his cock. He led me through to his bedroom and pushed me onto his bed. He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his gorgeously hairy chest.
"Strip" he commanded, and frantically pulled at my shirt buttons, then undid my belt. Seconds later I threw my socks and underwear into the corner, and sat on his bed, completely naked. Already my cock was pretty hard, and I was shaking with excitement.
"Boy, that was quick. I thought you looked like a good little slut when I saw you staring at me sucking you're fingers, you young ones give the game away so quickly. Anyway, you're not doing much good there, come and feast on this".
So I got on my hands and knees and crawled over to him, kneeling in front of my stallion. I pulled down his trousers and he stepped out of them. As with the rest of his body, his legs were covered in a thick layer of black hair. Southern Europeans were really quite hairy. Once again I took his cock in my hands, and lifting it up kissed his balls, before placing the limp dick in my mouth. Gradually it hardened and I was able to move my mouth up down. I really enjoy giving sloppy blowjobs, and brought up as much spit as possible. Spitting on my hand, I then grabbed his cock and tugged up and down, spreading my saliva over his meat. A nice white slither of juice covered his dick, and I put my lips around the end of it. I could smell his sweat, and taste his precum as it leaked out. I slowly lowered my head down around his shaft until my nose was touching his pubes. I repeated this several times, quite slowly, and noticed that his erection was still increasing in size. I took it out of my mouth again, and tugged at it with my hand. It was definitely bigger, around eight inches I'd say, and looked beautifully hard, covered in the juices from my mouth, which had edged down into his thick pubic bush.
Once again I put my lips around the end of his cock, and began sucking, moving further and further down. I could hear my stallion begin to breathe heavily. As I reached my mouth down his cock about two-thirds of the way, he grabbed the back of my head and pushed it down. My lips touched the base of his dick, and his pubes were rubbing against me. The smell was really turning me on, and I gagged, bringing up more saliva. He allowed my head to move back up his cock again, before pushing it back down, and he did this several times, thrusting into my mouth. The slurping noise was so loud, and I could feel spit running down my chin. With my left hand I reached down to my own dick, and began to tug at it.
"Well, if you're gonna start doing that, then perhaps it is time to move on", so the stallion pulled me up, and pushed me onto his bed. "Well boy, are you going to show me that nice pussy of yours?"
So lying on my back I obediently spread my legs, grabbed my heels and pulled my legs back so that my knees were level with my shoulders. My erect cock, already dribbling, rested against my belly button, leaving my asshole raised a few inches above the bed. Despite being naked in front of a complete stranger, and being in such an exposed position I didn't feel at all worried.
"No not that way bitch, get on your knees, stick your pussy in the air, face on the bed and arch your back."
