I stood in front of the building and could hear the music coming from inside. I had thought about this many times, but had never mustered the courage (or something) to actually do it. I don't know why today was any different, but here I was. Each time I had completed my preparation ritual of complete shower, total body shave and meticulous hygiene habits. Before getting dressed in the insanely tight pair of jeans I bought in a moment of weakness for just this occasion, I slid into the black lace panties that felt wonderful against my smooth cock. I put on my pressed oxford shirt and sprayed on enough cologne to gag a horse. Each time, just as I turned to the corner to walk up to the bar, I chickened out at the last minute. But not tonight. Tonight I was going to go in and see if any of the men here found me worth their time. I took a deep breath to clear my head of doubts and walked in.
It was dark inside, which I kind of expected. Spying an opening at the bar, I headed over to have a seat. I didn't look at anyone directly, but took in the layout though my peripheral vision. There were all types of men here. I thought I saw a couple of them look at me when I walked in, but wanted to take things slowly. My stomach twitched and jumped from nerves, so I ordered a couple of shots of bourbon from the bartender who thankfully did not ask for I.D. or would have seen I was only nineteen. Even the bartender didn't seem too interested in me, so maybe this was going to be a total bust. The booze helped calm my nerves as I started to look around carefully. There were some huge, muscle-bound types that were a total turn off as well as some flaming, effeminate queens. Neither of which did anything for me. I was looking for someone built like me; tall and thin with a kind face.
My heart was racing as a guy would approach and offer to buy me a drink. I offered a polite no thank you to each one, since each one was unsettling in some way. After an hour and a half, I was starting to think this whole thing had been a really bad idea. So far, three huge guys and one queen had offered their attention, but they all were just not my type. I finished off the last shot I had paid for when I felt someone sit down next to me.
"You don't come here often, do you?" The person asked.
I turned to look upon my questioner, and found him sitting on the stool next to me. He was about my height, maybe one hundred sixty pounds with tussled blonde hair and bright blue eyes. His skin was golden and deeply tanned and his smile was mesmerizing. I had never seen whiter teeth in my life. He introduced himself as Steven and reached out to shake my hand. As I offered my hand to his, he took it gently. I gauged him to be four or five years older than me, mid-twenties or there about.
"No... this is my first time coming here."
"I know. I know everyone who comes here. Can I buy you a drink?"
My heart fluttered. He was calm and cool, while I was a nervous wreck. He was exactly my type, and hot too. I kept telling myself over and over to calm down and not gush, but he had an effect on me that was overwhelming.
"I think I've had enough already." I replied, which was true. My head was starting to swim a little from the booze.
"Some coffee then...or would you prefer something else...." His voice trailed off, but the implications seemed clear to me.
I wasn't sure how to respond. Clearly, I was under his spell now, and I think he knew it. I stammered something about leaving.
"I tell you what, why don't you come back to my place for some coffee and we'll get to know each other a little better. Would that be okay with you?" He offered.
"Okay." I answered weakly, half hoping and half dreading where this could wind up.
As we walked to his car, I checked him out a little bit closer. He was six foot two, no more than one sixty for sure. His frame was thin but toned. He was something alright. We got into this car and passed idle small talk until we reached his apartment. He unlocked the door and ushered me inside.
"Steve, I...." I blurted out.
"What. What is it?"
"I....I've never done this before." I said.
It was mostly true. I had fantasized and used a slim vibrator before, but I'd never been with another man. Steve walked over and put his hand on my shoulder softly which made my nerves jump.
"I know, I can tell."
He caressed my shoulder for a moment, no doubt feeling my body tremble at his touch. I looked down, wondering where this would go. Steve lifted my chin gently with his hand and looked into my eyes.
"You don't have to worry...I'll be gentle. Is this your first time for everything?"
"...yes..." I whispered.
"Wait here until I call you." He said as he headed toward another room.
I waited anxiously, my heart pounding for what seemed like hours. After a few minutes, Steve's voice beckoned me to follow him. His bedroom was well lit by a dozen or more candles. Steve stood near the bed, his shirt off revealing his well toned upper body and six pack abs. I walked over to him, and he put both hands on my shoulders. I nearly melted right then and there, but when he leaned in and kissed me, I felt the stars explode in my brain. I opened my lips as his tongue entered my mouth with a purpose, swirling and teasing before he began to kiss my cheek and down my neck. I leaned my body against his as his hands slid down my back to firmly cup my ass and squeeze. I felt his hot breath on my collar bone as he kissed and nibbled there, slowly working his hands up my ribs to my chest and then the first button on my shirt. I reached out for his hips to steady myself as Steve popped open the first button, then the second. He kissed me more firmly and I shuddered slightly as I felt his warm hand slide inside my shirt along my chest. When his fingertips swirled around my nipple I felt a moan escape my lips. Steve smiled.
"You like that?" He asked, looking in my eyes.
"Very much....I'm very sensitive there." I replied.
"I'll keep that in mind." Steve said, and
continued unbuttoning my shirt.
He took a couple of steps back, and I could now see the bulge in his crotch. My own cock was hardening at the stimulation, and the site of his package only heightened my arousal. I bit my lip slightly, wondering what was to come next. Steve reached up both hands and lightly traced his fingertips along my shoulders, pushing my shirt off as he did so. My heart raced as his fingers traced down my pecs until he lightly brushed my hard nipples. I shuddered hard, making Steve smile again. He leaned in and kissed my neck, his fingers sliding lower to my waist until he reached my jeans, popping the top button open. My cock was throbbing in anticipation of his touch, painfully constrained in my pants. Steve nibbled my lower lip as he slowly unzipped me. He smiled and chuckled as his hands brushed against the silk panties covering my throbbing member.
"Very nice... I like that you wore those. You wear them often?" He asked, still kissing my mouth and neck.