Sexless since before Christmas and horny, I visited a quiet gay bar in the new year. Seven of us sat at the bar, with loud music playing and an empty dance floor.
I fancied no one until an average-looking older guy arrived. He scanned the room and stepped over to me. He claimed to be twenty-eight, but, in hindsight, I estimate his age at thirty-five. His fragrance reminded me of the collective stench of underarm spray in a locker room, and he reeked from cigarettes. The stench of engine oil and gasoline lingered from his jacket, and I considered he might be a mechanic until I glanced at clean fingernails.
He bought me a drink, “You’ve got beautiful eyes.”
“Thanks,” I replied.
“Are you top or bottom?”
“I dunno what you mean.”
“The top is the guy that fucks, and the bottom takes his cock. Make sense?”
“If I’m lying on the bed, and he’s riding my cock, he’s on top of me.”
He grinned, “The guy with the cock in his ass is the bottom. So tell me which one are you?”
“I usually fuck. I’ve only been fucked by one guy with a small cock,” I replied, not realizing Mike expertly worked me.
“Good to know. I enjoy both, and my cock isn’t big, but I know how to use it.”
“You live local?”
“I’m from out of town, visiting for the weekend.”
Even though I lived in a big city, with gays tighter than their asses, they talked, and I preferred a non-local if I engaged in standard dropping sex. I struggled to find any attraction to him despite being horny.
“Did you drive here?” He asked.
“Nah, I walked.”
“I drove into town by bike. I go everywhere on my bike. You know that five-star hotel in the center of town, I’m staying there and have a jacuzzi in my room.” His 5-star hotel interested me more than fucking him. “I’m Mike,” and offered his hand.
“I’m Ricky,” I replied with a handshake.
“Nice to meet you, Ricky. We might enjoy a great time in my hotel room. I haven’t been with such a young guy since I was your age. I rarely go for young guys, but you look special.” Complete bull, but his smooth-talking worked.
I excused myself and grabbed a handful of rubbers, and stuffed them in my jeans pocket on my way to the bathroom. The club never offered lube.
I returned, “Do you have condoms and lube at the hotel?”
He grinned, “I have lube, and we can probably grab condoms here at the club.”
“Have you douched?”
“Never leave the house without douching.”
“I haven’t douched, so I don’t think you can fuck me.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Do you always ride with two helmets?”
“I don’t need to. The passenger in the sidecar doesn’t need one; it has a seat belt. Do you wanna see it? The bike, I mean.”
We stepped into the parking lot and admired his stunning Harley-Davidson with sidecar.
“You wanna ride it?” I am sure he asked many boys.
“Where you wanna go?”
“Let’s go back to my hotel.”
“I’m interested, but maybe we can mess around at the club. The bike is making me nervous. A friend had a motorbike accident recently.”
“Is there a darkroom here?”
“The one corner is quite dark.”
He chuckled, “Let’s try the bathroom.”
With the club empty, the men’s restrooms were too. We chose the side cubicle, and I locked the door. He unbuttoned my jeans and pulled my underwear below my knee. He sucked my soft cock, pushing my foreskin back, and twirling his tongue around my head. An expert with his mouth and giving pleasure, he swallowed my entire hard cock, and Mike rubbed his finger against my asshole.
I wanted to fuck and cum. “Show me your ass,” I said.
“Are you in a hurry?”
“Nah, I’m just horny.”
“You will get my ass, don’t worry. Just enjoy this.” Mike pushed his dry finger into my ass, which hurt, and I flinched and knocked his head. “Be careful; your cock’s in my mouth. Any sudden movements, and I might accidentally bite your stunning dick.”
“Your finger was dry.”
“Should I wet it?”
“Yeah,” I replied, meaning he should have wet his finger when he fingered me and not suggesting he continue.
Mike, experienced in persuasion, soaked his finger with saliva and tenderly fingered my hole while sucking my cock.
He drowned my dick with spit, turned, and dropped his jeans to his ankles. Wearing no underwear, he pushed his smooth ass toward me and spread his cheeks, which teased a patch of light hair around the hole.
“Is this what you want?” He asked.
“Yeah. That’s a nice ass,” I hunted for a rubber in my pocket.
Mike passed me a condom, “Here, use this one; it’s better than the rubbish they have at the club. It feels better and has better lube,” I remembered he claimed earlier he never brought condoms but never reacted.
I unwrapped, trying to fit the rubber, first backward, then correct, but assumed wrong and tried the other way. Still not right. On the fourth try, I found the correct way and rolled the condom on my dick; a condom enormously large, I pressed two fingers inside with my cock.
He pushed his ass toward me, “Go for it.”
Horny, I forced my dick into his dry hole. I wrapped my arms around his chest, dog-like, and thrust into my bitch, faster and faster. The more I fucked, the wetter Mike’s tight ass became.
I came and pushed my dick deep inside him. When I withdrew my cock, the rubber vanished. I searched the floor and found nothing. My knob still clean; I figured the condom fell off when I pulled out.
With the oversized condom trick, the rubber either disappears in the bottom’s ass or rips. Mike was not the last guy to play that trick with me.
He turned and sucked my cock.
“No, please stop. My head is sensitive after I cum.”
“No worries. I guess we’re not going back to my hotel, then?”
“I just wanted to cum.”
He smiled and caressed his finger against my cheek.
“Can I take your number? I’ll call you if I’m ever in town.”
“Sure,” and gave him my work number, with the last two digits swapped. “Make sure you call me. See ya later.”
