It had all started on a work night out. Dinner and drinks in a pub first and then the majority went home around 10pm back to their families and other halves. There were four of us remaining: myself, Lydia, Jess and Amy. Lydia, as she always did, was talking up the merits of going to the local gay club and with the other two in agreement I shrugged my shoulders and began walking down the street with them. I had nowhere else to be tonight having recently split up with my girlfriend of 8 years and I'd kind of hoped that I might get a chance to flirt with Jess a bit as I'd always fancied her.
When we got inside it took all of twenty minutes of generic chatting with Jess to realise she really wasn't interested in me that way which took the pressure off. I decided I was just going to drink, dance and enjoy my night so headed to the bar. It was while I was standing at the bar James first came over.
"Good night?" he asked as he sidled in next to me. I turned to look at him. James must have been in his late 30s. He was around 6 foot tall, with a trim beard and deep brown eyes, and he had a manner and smile that instantly put you at ease.
"Yeah not bad thanks," I replied quickly before turning back to the barman who was giving me the shots I had ordered for the girls.
"Don't think I've seen you in here before," James said. His tone was relaxed but definitely flirty.
"Work night out," I nodded across to where the three girls were sat.
"Ahhh, you straight then?" James' tone changed ever so slightly.
"Usually," I replied jokingly and then instantly wondered why I had. I mean, I was straight and had definitely been for the last 8 years. I'd experimented with a guy in my early twenties but that was it and I had originally come here to try my luck with Jess. So why didn't I just say yes? I didn't really know. Maybe it was because I'd been flattered by the attention of James and felt bad when he sounded disappointed. Anyway, it was said now and James had raised an eyebrow.
"When are you unusual then?" he teased.
"Honestly," I started, deciding that honesty was probably the best policy here, "not for ten years or so. And it wasn't great from what I can remember."
"I see."
I could see James looking me up and down and I wondered what he was thinking. Was he trying to decide if I was worth the hassle? To be honest I probably wasn't and he was a cute guy who I was sure would be going home with someone at the end of the night if that was what he was after. I decided a subject change was in order.
"Who are you out with?" I asked.
"Want to know if I'm here with my boyfriend?" he fired back and I went red.
"No...I... was just..." I stuttered and he laughed.
"Relax, I'm just taking the piss. I'm here with a group but we always end up peeling off from each other as the night goes on. I'm James by the way."
"Steve," I replied and momentarily nearly offered my hand to shake his but thought better of it. I was really starting to fulfill every stereotype of a straight guy at a gay bar.
"Well nice to meet you Steve. Maybe I'll see you later if you come through to dance."
He took his drink and left and I went back to the girls with our shots. For the next hour or so I sat chatting with the girls, drinking and getting up to dance for the odd tune. I wasn't much of a dancer but as they started busting out some 90s classics I found myself up more and more alongside Lydia who would dance at anything. The next part of the night was a blur of dancing, drinking and I swear I saw Lydia getting of with a girl near the smoking area. Now it made sense why she wanted to come here. I turned with the intention of telling Jess and Amy but then realised in my slow, drunk way that they had left twenty minutes ago. With Lydia otherwise engaged it looked like the night had come to a natural end.
"I should probably go," I said to myself and started walking through the club and out. I had thought about saying goodbye to Lydia but I didn't want to interrupt her. I could get all the gossip on Monday anyway. It was while I was thinking about this I bumped into James again near the stairs to the exit. He smiled that easy smile at me.
"You off then?"
"Yeah, night has kind of come to its natural end," I told him. "What about you."
"I was thinking about it. Think I'm as drunk as I want to be and I'm not really in the mood to stay up late dancing."
"Fair enough. I'm thinking the same thing. Hope getting a taxi out here won't be too hard."
"I've got an Uber ordered," James said flashing me a look at his phone. "Where do you stay?"
"Just down by Penny Street, near the old school."
"I stay just up from the Rush if you want to jump in my cab. You'll be practically there," he offered. I thought about his offer for a moment. He was right. I would just be a ten minute walk from my house.
"Sure, but I'll give you some cash if you..."
"Don't even think about it. I'm going whether you're in the car or not so it makes no difference to me."
"Thanks," I said and he nodded towards the exit. I followed him out into the cool night air.
I needn't had worried as it wasn't particularly busy outside. A few people were milling about deciding whether to try and go home or go on and the queue for taxis was about 8 deep across the road. I turned from the queue to look at James and noticed he was staring at me quite intently with those brown eyes. I could tell he was weighing something up again.
"Are you o..." I began to say and was stopped as he leaned and kissed me. I was taken aback but only momentarily. He was a good kisser and my God I was actually really horny. I'd played it down as I didn't think I was getting a shot with Jess but I had come out with the intention of getting laid tonight. I kissed him back and opened my mouth allowing our tongues to start intertwining. This felt right but I had so many questions in my head. I broke it off and looked at him.
"Sorry," he said. "I just wasn't sure whether you were being deliberately flirty or whether you were being obliviously straight so I took a chance."
"I think I was being both," I told him and laughed nervously. There was a brief pause between us and this time I went back in for the kiss. Slower and more deliberate.
Our hands started searching each others bodies as we did and I could feel my cock starting to swell. I could also feel his through his jeans. We kissed for a moment longer and then stopped when James felt his phone vibrate.
"Taxi's a minute away," he told me. "And I have a no kissing policy in Ubers after a homophobic twat gave me a bad rating."
"That's too bad," I replied.
"So I guess the question is do you want to come back to mine or walk home by yourself?"
"Come back to yours?" I questioned, except this time I understood the signals loud and clear. I just wanted to hear him say what he was thinking.
"Yeah, come to mine so I can fuck you," he smiled.
"Taxi's here," I told him as I noticed it pulling round the corner and I shot him a grin. I was going back to his.
The taxi ride to James' wasn't a long one but it felt like an eternity. Now I'd kissed him my inhibitions had been released but the sexual tension was unbearable. We sat in the back just looking at each other. I was mentally undressing him, wondering whether he was hairy or smooth, what his cock was like. I also thought about those encounters of years ago. I'd sucked a dick but that was about it. What else where we going to do? What else could we do?
Eventually the taxi came to a stop and we got out. James gestured me into his close and up the stairs towards his flat and I followed. I was really doing this. I was about to go into this man's flat and have sex with him, something I hadn't even considered a possibility several hours ago. James turned the key in his front door and I followed him into the hallway closing the door behind me. As soon as I did James tossed his keys onto the small table next to him and took one step towards me.
We kissed again but this time it was urgent. Hands began to grope and fly everywhere. Within seconds he had lifted off my t-shirt and I had unbuttoned the shirt he was wearing. He had some hair on his chest, quite similar to me. Not hirsuite but not smooth.
"Mmm, you're hairy. I like that," he told me and dove straight towards my nipple, teasing it with his teeth and flicking it with his tongue. I let out a little moan and felt him grab my hardening cock through my jeans. "Bedroom. Now," he ordered. pointing to a room just off on the left. I walked ahead of him and as I did he slapped my ass. I hadn't really thought about roles or how this encounter was going to go down but I was rapidly getting the feeling that James was going to be in charge and the thought of that turned me on even more. I walked into his bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed as he came towards me and slid his shirt off. I decided it was time for me to take some initiative and I stopped him short of the bed, his crotch in line with my face and began to unbuckle his jeans. I undid them and slid them down and could see his erection thickly outlined in the briefs he was wearing.
It'd been a while since I'd done anything like this but I decided to just go for it and began to kiss around the outline of his cock in his pants. I teased and toyed with him this way for a few minutes before finally deciding that I needed to see it. I continued to kiss it and as I did I hitched my hands into either side of his pants and pulled them down. His cock sprang out and now I could I fully see what I was working with. Seven or so inches with a decent thickness to it. It wasn't too big or too thick which I was thankful for given my inexperience. I took it in my hand and slowly pumped it: once, twice, a third time. James let out a guttural moan and I looked him in his deep brown eyes. His expression was one of firm insistence. I knew what I had to do. I opened my mouth and slowly started to suck his cock. I tried to concentrate on all the things I knew I liked when getting a blow-job and although there was no way I was going to get all of it in my mouth I knew I could use my tongue to good effect. It seemed to be working anyway as James was offering encouragement.
"Mmm yeah that's it. That's good," he told me as I bobbed up and down on his dick.
Feeling like I was getting into a rhythm I decided I to look up at him as I was sucking his cock and as I did I could see pure lust in his eyes. I kept eye contact with him and withdrew my mouth from his dick. He raised an eyebrow at me and I just smiled and then ran my tongue all the way from his balls across the bottom of his shaft slowly without breaking eye contact. He stared wantonly at me as I made my way to the tip. I balanced my tongue there and slowly swirled it around before taking him in my mouth once more.
