SBNYC 2003
There is a lot going on in my mind right now, but I am going to take you on a journey to an exciting night of my life, a crazy night out in my super young but super dumb and hung phase in my life. Escape with me as I remember one of my wildest nights in my youth. This stuff did happen and I survived to tell you the story.
It was a hot sweltering day in the summer of 2003, and I was 23. Out on a trip with two friends in one of the greatest cities in the world. New York City. I remember this night like it happened a few months ago. So much happened in one night and it was an amazing experience.
Side note, I realize many of you guys probably were not born or not even in mid school back then, but you are probably going to be learning about me by reading my private thoughts and experiences in this blog. I can be a bit touchy about my age, and it probably stems from the fact that right now I don’t know that I know what is going to happen. What is my life’s direction and am I doing what I need to do in my life? Am I getting what I need out of life? Who am I and who do I want to be? It’s another topic for another day but these thoughts are simmering around in my Mind.
Back to that hot sweltering day and the close start of another. We got lost looking for Splashbar NYC, a gay bar a friend found reviews for online. By asking around my friend finally got us to the door. They were just getting ready to open and the door dude told us that most guys don’t exactly started shows up until later but they wouldn’t have happy hour for blah blah blah.
So we get in, I don’t remember if I paid a cover to get in but I didn’t know exactly what I was going to experience here. There was a main room with two bars, and a downstairs area with a bar, and a bathroom down the hallway, a little area to socialize and drink.
As I started bad towards the stairs this hot dude was tending bar in a red thong. No shirt, fucking amazing ass. The dude looked like a young Matt Bomer, beautiful. Just fucking amazing. He looked over at me and asked me what it would be. Fuck. His smile and eyes, I just sat down and told him I wasn’t really sure what was good. “What do you recommend?” I asked.
“I will get you something special, you are not from here are you?” He asked with a smile.
As he turned around to get my drink, I got to stair at his beautiful backside, I am sure he knew I was watching but didn’t seem to care. He smiled, told me he made a Manhattan and that it was fitting given where I was. He told me the price and I gave him a 20 and I know I gave him a tip that was larger than I would normally give but figured that drink would be it for the night given I didn’t exactly have tons of money to be spending at a bar.
He watched me as I drank my drink, and about 1/2 way in to sipping it, he asked what I thought. I said it was decently good, and could feel a buzz starting. I told him it was my first night there and that I never saw a dude at a bar working in a thong.
“What is it like?”
“You mean working at a gay bar?”
“Well in a thong.”
He laughed. “I am not gay, but I make a hell of a lot of money from dudes looking at my ass compared to other places.”
Fucking hell I thought. I just assumed he was gay, being in a thong and flashing that smile. I felt somewhat deceived but he kept smiling and asked if I was ready for another and I said I would just be finishing what I had slowly. He laughed and his attention was grabbed by some other guy that was clothed behind the bar telling him something. I was just glued to watching his butt.
I was right in the middle of a thought about what I wanted to do with his butt when a dude pulled up a chair right besides me and asked if it was taken. I said no, the guy was cute, maybe 25ish.
“I have never seen you around here.”
“Well I have never been here. I heard they are going to have some strippers tonight and am excited to see this and experience this place.”
He leaned in, and said right into my ear, “Let’s get out of here. My place is close by and we can have more fun than you could ever imagine.”
I moved back, most guys let me be the one to make the first move, I had been used to being the one asking rather than the other way around.
“Dude, you are cute but I am here to experience this place.”
He started to get frustrated, and grabbed my arm. “You are not missing anything, trust me. Let’s go fuck.”
At this point the bar tender had picked up part of our conversation but out of the corner of my right eye I saw him move into the picture.
“Let go of his arm. Is this dude bothering you?”
The dude put his drink down and left.
“Watch yourself in here.”
“Thanks. I am having a great time and will continue to.”
At that point he left the bar too, and since no one was there I decided to see what was going on upstairs.
Music was going and there was a dude just dancing with himself on the dance floor. He definitely worked out, had an amazing body. I walked right up and started dance with him. I was buzzing a bit and moved in on the dude as he was smiling and put his arms around me. I grabbed his crotch with one hand and felt his ass with the other and his mouth dropped open. He laughed and said he loved being there. I put my hands on his waist and put my leaned down so my face was less than an inch away and he closed his eyes and kissed me. I slipped him some tongue and he started sucking on it. Well damn I thought. That is a new move.
I said you ready to ride? He looked at me kind of bewildered.
I picked him up by his ass and lifted him off the ground so he could have his ass right up against my dick, his arms around my neck. It was a fun little ride. About 20 seconds in he asked me what I did for a living. I put him down. I told him what my plans were while we danced, we could barely hear each other.
The bar was filling up and he gave me his card. He was into furniture, and he told me his friends were here but he would find me later. Spoiler, the place got so packed I don’t think there was an easy way to find anybody later.
So I started to walk towards the back of the main room and the bar and there was this dude waiving at me to come sit by him. He was a smiling buzz cut or bald guy with an amazing smile and sparkle in his eyes. What the fuck, why not.
He said something to me in French. Fuck.
“No parelvu French, pero hablo espanol un pocito.”
He turns around and some girl runs up and smiles. He says something to her and she tells me that he is saying that I am beautiful and he is on vacation and has to fly back to Paris soon. He wants to buy you drinks. Not just one but many.
I laughed and he said something to her again. A bartender comes over and she tells him to make me a Long Island and the French guy will pay.
I told her I felt bad that he was paying and she said something to him and he said something back. She then told me that he exchanged way too much money, he was going to spend it and didn’t want it but really wanted to see me enjoy my night.
My drink arrived and it was somewhat larger than the one I had downstairs. It was hot in there and I took of my shirt, so at that point it was a muscle undershirt and my jeans. I had tried to be fashionable with the shirt I was wearing, it was beautiful but not something I should have worn to the bar.
I drank the drink pretty fast, I felt dehydrated. The bar tenders here were moving fast up here, not like the slow pace like when I was downstairs. For some reason the guys running around were alright but their energy was different, more like let’s get you your drinks so we can get to the next order. Don’t got all day.
The girl came back and smiling started yelling down the bar, Another! The French guy was laughing and his eyes just lit up his whole face. Fuck it.
I leaned in and kissed him, and he kissed back gently. I put my hand on his crotch and he started laughing. I started drinking the other tea and I started to really feel a buzz going.
I didn’t understand why the drinks were bigger than what the other people had, but figured why not.
He is looking at me with a mysterious look right now, a guy in his early 30s, twinkle in his eyes, super cute French dude, and I can’t understand a fucking thing he is trying to tell me. I shrug. Fuck it, maybe he is asking me to kiss again.
This time I stand up, put his hand on my crotch, lean in and unzip his jeans. Seriously bad behavior that I don’t recommend at a bar, but it was a night of firsts. The dude is shocked but just smiles kinda nervously. Now that his jeans were unzipped I popped my hand into his boxer briefs to feel a super soft dick, and balls. Super soft. Holy fuck what am I feeling in here? As I pop my hand out, I pushed the elastic so it would slide under his balls so I could take a peak. I did and when he realized I had worked his friend right on out right at the bar he jumped up and got it back inside. I gave him a kiss and he didn’t seem to care but someone came up from the back to warn me I could get in trouble for doing stuff, watch out and something or other. Don’t think it was bar staff but the bartender looked like he was wondering wtf was going on at his end of the bar and he could tell I had something to do with it.
That girl showed up again and was yelling another! And at that point I had a serious buzz going on. I thought they watered shit down in NYC. Not going to worry about it.
The drink that came this time around was smaller, there was an exchange with the girl and the bartender... two glasses of water came my way. I just started sipping the smaller drink. She came over to me and said he wants you to go with him.
Go with him, what do you mean?
“Like he wants you to leave with him.”
Oh. She laughed and said his flight was leaving in a matter of hours and he really wanted me to go with him.
At this point I was drunk and needed to take a piss. I told them I was needing the bathroom and would be back. I made my break for the bathroom downstairs.
There was a bunch of guys, and it was like slow motion as most of them stopped and just stared. What the fuck. As I am waiting for what feels like an eternity with dudes walking super close to me just starring me down, I hear some guy yell, come on guys. Move it along, and I turn around and two cops are standing right there.
The place emptied out in less than 30 seconds and I can finally make out where I need to get to to take a piss. As I am peeing I realize there is just one other dude in there with me peeing, and the cops are watching us from behind. Then I realize there didn’t seem to be separators for privacy, that other dude was on the L shape side in a more private location.
Put him back inside and walk past the cops drunk as a skunk.
One of them said something but I don’t know what.
The bar downstairs was two people deep in the lowest areas, I just remember thinking this is insane.
I make my way upstairs and there are guys in this shower thing, taking a shower in their underwear. Holy fuck! I could see penis outlines and balls and bouncing pecs. WET men.
Fucking hell. Who is that dude. My mouth must have dropped open, because I just couldn’t believe what I was seeing. One of my friends grabbed my arm and asked where the hell I had been all night. Where was my shirt. Well it was no where to be found, some guy ended up with a dry clean only clearance bargain price DKNY shirt I purchased 75% off but was still expensive and that I liked.
People on the dance floor cleared a space and this dude came out as a fire fighter started stripping. Fuck! Why on earth do I like hot men in firefighter gear. This dude danced around and stripped down, he could tell he made me weak and just put on a show for me and everyone around. He gave me a big hug and ran off. WTF just happened?
At this point I am really feeling drunk, horned out of my mind, lost, needing water, and I try making my way to outside so I can get some air. Too many people, you can’t move.
Fuck. You can’t move. Just looking forward this dude with build shoulders that would not get out of the way accidentally gets a bump from my package as I get pushed from behind. Oh fuck his ass was attention getting. I had to grab.
“Who the fuck is grabbing my ass, this is why...” dude turns around and is in shock.
His expression, it was something I hadn’t seen exactly, but I know what it is now that I am older.
His partner leans in and introduced himself. Let’s sit and have a drink. I am feeling all sorts of confused and guilt and here comes another drink. Down it goes and this dude comes out of nowhere and is on the bar in I don’t even know what you would call it. Like a thong but it had a compartment just for the dick. Another stripper, he was hot and cute, kinda twinkish but about 3 to 5 years older than me I am guessing and he walked across the bar making his way over to us. He stops and puts his crotch in my face and says hello.
“Can I touch it?”
He looks around, people were watching but he said do it.
So I grabbed his dick and gave it some tender caressing. I know I held on longer than I should have but he seemed to be enjoying it. I felt him getting hard in my hand and I started tugging. Someone right behind me was laughing his ass off. As he started to stand back up, I was still holding on and one of his balls fell out for a split second, he popped back down and he told me I would probably get him in trouble but not to go to far. I sat leaned back as he stood up and walked away hard with everyone able to see his erection in that dick tube underwear. I liked that view. Fuck!
At this point the couple told me they were leaving and to behave, so I waived and got up to try going to that bar further back in the room. Some dude moved towards me, he was shorter but cute.
He said, “dude, it’s my first night here. Isn’t it amazing?”
Yes it is, and I am drunk but he is cute, and he is like let me buy you a drink. At this point I am not going to argue or do anything. He leads me over to a place near the wall, tells me that he will be right back. Moments started to skip around, guys dancing, shirtless, drunk as fuck and not giving a fucking shit about anything at all.
You could feel the pulse of that place, moving through your body, the electrical current keeping you from passing out.
My face is feeling stiff. Oh wait, it’s been stiff for a while.
Dude is back with a drink, I have not a clue what it is but its sweet.
We are standing there sipping our drinks and he said it was hard to talk in a place so loud. I nod.
Fuck I am buzzing. I don’t even know if I finished that drink but I need to go piss. He comes with me but waits by the entrance. This time the bathroom wasn’t a fucking zoo. I realize on the way back up the cops are still there watching, but towards the end of the hall.
We get back to his little spot, he put his arms around me. I leaned into him and put my arms around him. I realize his ear is cute and decided to try licking his ear.
He kinda fell back and had this look of shock on his face and then started laughing.
“Omg, you made me cum.”
WTF. How can a guy just cum from a hug? This dude is seriously funny.
He said I was just too hot, and the first dude he got to hug like that. I am thinking he is so full of it and he tells me he has a car and wants to show me Times Square at night. Have I seen it at night?
I let him know I had not. “That settles it, let’s go.”
We get out of the bar, it’s started to cool down a bit. The air feels good.
He holds my hand and stops me and my wandering mind. He pointed down to a stain right where his cock head would be.
He told me that it was embarrassing but the black car was his.
We get in. “You don’t believe?”
He undoes his pants and flashes his cum drenched junk and underwear. He zipped back up.
What do you like?
At this point I am all sorts of confused and horney. How the fuck was he able to cum from a hug?
He kept telling me he never saw a guy like me, I was so crazy different but everything he fantasized about...
He put his hand on my crotch and my dick started to get hard. “Let me see him. Please let me just see him.”
I am hard, drunk and wait for some guys to pass. I look over and I smile. There goes the button to my jeans. I take the zipper down somewhat in anticipation.
My waist gets lifted and I pull it all down so he can see it all. My dick is straight up standing, balls hanging right in what this dude says is his car. I am thinking it’s probably his dads new car and it got lent to him but that is
His hand reached out and grabbed my dick. Nice, I am going to get a handjob in a car.
“Put your seat back a bit.”
So I do. It’s comfortable, and it is feeling good. I let out some heavy breaths. I am getting pretty hard.
“Relax. Let me take care of this.”
I put the seat back some more and noticed how nice the lining of the car was.
I feel his mouth and lips on my dick head. Holy fuck he is going to try it in a car!
He stopped and said, “Relax. Close your eyes.”
I did.
I could feel him sucking on my dick, his hand firmly around the base of my dick. He couldn’t have been too comfortable twisting around like that but...
As I laid there enjoying getting sucked I was just in a state of satisfaction. Fuck I love getting my dick sucked.
He moved his hands along with his mouth, and when I got close I tapped him on the shoulder and he just went faster.
I am gonna
I blew. I blew my load right there in his mouth and he let out a noise that let you know he was happy with his reward for his work.
He swallowed a few times.
“Let’s see Times Square.”
It was a state of drunken sexed bliss, driving through Times Square at night for the first time. He told me that he was just starting out in NYC and was working in clothing manufacturing. I needed to give him my digits and he would give me his because he wanted to send me some clothes when I called after I got back to my home state.
He dropped me off at the bar, at this point there were not as many people inside. My friends were like there you are, we have been looking everywhere for you.
“Where is your shirt?”
I shrug. They had ordered me a drink or two that had the ice melt given I had disappeared but expected I drink it.
“Let’s look for his shirt.”
“He can’t keep his clothes on.”
I smile. “Fuck!”
We walked around and I learn my friend lost his cellphone. I laugh. I am so fucking trashed and feel like I am starting to move in slow motion.
“Time to go.”
I remember walking down the street. I see a group of people talking and a hot dude with a great ass just begging for a squeeze.
I remember grabbing.
Yelling. “He grabbed my ass.” More yelling. Anger.
“He must be gay.”
“Wtf”
“He doesn’t know what he is doing. Chill out.”
Everyone is looking at me and I am having a hard time keeping my eyes open.
Laughing.
“Tell him to behave and not to touch straight guys asses. My girlfriend wouldn’t like it. I don’t like it.”
I am hurt. WTF. The reality that I just assumed someone that was near a gay bar at night was not actually gay and... I was the one that was different...
As we find the subway entrance it is barred and closed. We have to walk blocks to find an open one.
We waited for a train. A cute dude is right besides me on a bench.
Not my finest moment, but he is annoyed with the drunks in NYC. People shouldn’t be giving me umbrellas when I am drunk. He just sits there and my friend tells me to just stop.
Finally a train comes. Darkness.
I am standing on a train, there is light from the morning sun rising and I gotta piss. I really got to piss. I take him out to piss.
“What the fuck are you doing? You want to get arrested? Put that back in your pants now?”
I realize there are some people in the same car, all watching, a woman with a concerned look on her face.
I put hiM back in and
Darkness.
And we are somehow back to the hotel front door. Somewhere in Queens.
Fuck, I can finally piss.
Darkness.
Hotel room. Friend screaming. Not exactly listening or caring.
Darkness.
There is a lot going on in my mind right now, but I am going to take you on a journey to an exciting night of my life, a crazy night out in my super young but super dumb and hung phase in my life. Escape with me as I remember one of my wildest nights in my youth. This stuff did happen and I survived to tell you the story.
It was a hot sweltering day in the summer of 2003, and I was 23. Out on a trip with two friends in one of the greatest cities in the world. New York City. I remember this night like it happened a few months ago. So much happened in one night and it was an amazing experience.
Side note, I realize many of you guys probably were not born or not even in mid school back then, but you are probably going to be learning about me by reading my private thoughts and experiences in this blog. I can be a bit touchy about my age, and it probably stems from the fact that right now I don’t know that I know what is going to happen. What is my life’s direction and am I doing what I need to do in my life? Am I getting what I need out of life? Who am I and who do I want to be? It’s another topic for another day but these thoughts are simmering around in my Mind.
Back to that hot sweltering day and the close start of another. We got lost looking for Splashbar NYC, a gay bar a friend found reviews for online. By asking around my friend finally got us to the door. They were just getting ready to open and the door dude told us that most guys don’t exactly started shows up until later but they wouldn’t have happy hour for blah blah blah.
So we get in, I don’t remember if I paid a cover to get in but I didn’t know exactly what I was going to experience here. There was a main room with two bars, and a downstairs area with a bar, and a bathroom down the hallway, a little area to socialize and drink.
As I started bad towards the stairs this hot dude was tending bar in a red thong. No shirt, fucking amazing ass. The dude looked like a young Matt Bomer, beautiful. Just fucking amazing. He looked over at me and asked me what it would be. Fuck. His smile and eyes, I just sat down and told him I wasn’t really sure what was good. “What do you recommend?” I asked.
“I will get you something special, you are not from here are you?” He asked with a smile.
As he turned around to get my drink, I got to stair at his beautiful backside, I am sure he knew I was watching but didn’t seem to care. He smiled, told me he made a Manhattan and that it was fitting given where I was. He told me the price and I gave him a 20 and I know I gave him a tip that was larger than I would normally give but figured that drink would be it for the night given I didn’t exactly have tons of money to be spending at a bar.
He watched me as I drank my drink, and about 1/2 way in to sipping it, he asked what I thought. I said it was decently good, and could feel a buzz starting. I told him it was my first night there and that I never saw a dude at a bar working in a thong.
“What is it like?”
“You mean working at a gay bar?”
“Well in a thong.”
He laughed. “I am not gay, but I make a hell of a lot of money from dudes looking at my ass compared to other places.”
Fucking hell I thought. I just assumed he was gay, being in a thong and flashing that smile. I felt somewhat deceived but he kept smiling and asked if I was ready for another and I said I would just be finishing what I had slowly. He laughed and his attention was grabbed by some other guy that was clothed behind the bar telling him something. I was just glued to watching his butt.
I was right in the middle of a thought about what I wanted to do with his butt when a dude pulled up a chair right besides me and asked if it was taken. I said no, the guy was cute, maybe 25ish.
“I have never seen you around here.”
“Well I have never been here. I heard they are going to have some strippers tonight and am excited to see this and experience this place.”
He leaned in, and said right into my ear, “Let’s get out of here. My place is close by and we can have more fun than you could ever imagine.”
I moved back, most guys let me be the one to make the first move, I had been used to being the one asking rather than the other way around.
“Dude, you are cute but I am here to experience this place.”
He started to get frustrated, and grabbed my arm. “You are not missing anything, trust me. Let’s go fuck.”
At this point the bar tender had picked up part of our conversation but out of the corner of my right eye I saw him move into the picture.
“Let go of his arm. Is this dude bothering you?”
The dude put his drink down and left.
“Watch yourself in here.”
“Thanks. I am having a great time and will continue to.”
At that point he left the bar too, and since no one was there I decided to see what was going on upstairs.
Music was going and there was a dude just dancing with himself on the dance floor. He definitely worked out, had an amazing body. I walked right up and started dance with him. I was buzzing a bit and moved in on the dude as he was smiling and put his arms around me. I grabbed his crotch with one hand and felt his ass with the other and his mouth dropped open. He laughed and said he loved being there. I put my hands on his waist and put my leaned down so my face was less than an inch away and he closed his eyes and kissed me. I slipped him some tongue and he started sucking on it. Well damn I thought. That is a new move.
I said you ready to ride? He looked at me kind of bewildered.
I picked him up by his ass and lifted him off the ground so he could have his ass right up against my dick, his arms around my neck. It was a fun little ride. About 20 seconds in he asked me what I did for a living. I put him down. I told him what my plans were while we danced, we could barely hear each other.
The bar was filling up and he gave me his card. He was into furniture, and he told me his friends were here but he would find me later. Spoiler, the place got so packed I don’t think there was an easy way to find anybody later.
So I started to walk towards the back of the main room and the bar and there was this dude waiving at me to come sit by him. He was a smiling buzz cut or bald guy with an amazing smile and sparkle in his eyes. What the fuck, why not.
He said something to me in French. Fuck.
“No parelvu French, pero hablo espanol un pocito.”
He turns around and some girl runs up and smiles. He says something to her and she tells me that he is saying that I am beautiful and he is on vacation and has to fly back to Paris soon. He wants to buy you drinks. Not just one but many.
I laughed and he said something to her again. A bartender comes over and she tells him to make me a Long Island and the French guy will pay.
I told her I felt bad that he was paying and she said something to him and he said something back. She then told me that he exchanged way too much money, he was going to spend it and didn’t want it but really wanted to see me enjoy my night.
My drink arrived and it was somewhat larger than the one I had downstairs. It was hot in there and I took of my shirt, so at that point it was a muscle undershirt and my jeans. I had tried to be fashionable with the shirt I was wearing, it was beautiful but not something I should have worn to the bar.
I drank the drink pretty fast, I felt dehydrated. The bar tenders here were moving fast up here, not like the slow pace like when I was downstairs. For some reason the guys running around were alright but their energy was different, more like let’s get you your drinks so we can get to the next order. Don’t got all day.
The girl came back and smiling started yelling down the bar, Another! The French guy was laughing and his eyes just lit up his whole face. Fuck it.
I leaned in and kissed him, and he kissed back gently. I put my hand on his crotch and he started laughing. I started drinking the other tea and I started to really feel a buzz going.
I didn’t understand why the drinks were bigger than what the other people had, but figured why not.
He is looking at me with a mysterious look right now, a guy in his early 30s, twinkle in his eyes, super cute French dude, and I can’t understand a fucking thing he is trying to tell me. I shrug. Fuck it, maybe he is asking me to kiss again.
This time I stand up, put his hand on my crotch, lean in and unzip his jeans. Seriously bad behavior that I don’t recommend at a bar, but it was a night of firsts. The dude is shocked but just smiles kinda nervously. Now that his jeans were unzipped I popped my hand into his boxer briefs to feel a super soft dick, and balls. Super soft. Holy fuck what am I feeling in here? As I pop my hand out, I pushed the elastic so it would slide under his balls so I could take a peak. I did and when he realized I had worked his friend right on out right at the bar he jumped up and got it back inside. I gave him a kiss and he didn’t seem to care but someone came up from the back to warn me I could get in trouble for doing stuff, watch out and something or other. Don’t think it was bar staff but the bartender looked like he was wondering wtf was going on at his end of the bar and he could tell I had something to do with it.
That girl showed up again and was yelling another! And at that point I had a serious buzz going on. I thought they watered shit down in NYC. Not going to worry about it.
The drink that came this time around was smaller, there was an exchange with the girl and the bartender... two glasses of water came my way. I just started sipping the smaller drink. She came over to me and said he wants you to go with him.
Go with him, what do you mean?
“Like he wants you to leave with him.”
Oh. She laughed and said his flight was leaving in a matter of hours and he really wanted me to go with him.
At this point I was drunk and needed to take a piss. I told them I was needing the bathroom and would be back. I made my break for the bathroom downstairs.
There was a bunch of guys, and it was like slow motion as most of them stopped and just stared. What the fuck. As I am waiting for what feels like an eternity with dudes walking super close to me just starring me down, I hear some guy yell, come on guys. Move it along, and I turn around and two cops are standing right there.
The place emptied out in less than 30 seconds and I can finally make out where I need to get to to take a piss. As I am peeing I realize there is just one other dude in there with me peeing, and the cops are watching us from behind. Then I realize there didn’t seem to be separators for privacy, that other dude was on the L shape side in a more private location.
Put him back inside and walk past the cops drunk as a skunk.
One of them said something but I don’t know what.
The bar downstairs was two people deep in the lowest areas, I just remember thinking this is insane.
I make my way upstairs and there are guys in this shower thing, taking a shower in their underwear. Holy fuck! I could see penis outlines and balls and bouncing pecs. WET men.
Fucking hell. Who is that dude. My mouth must have dropped open, because I just couldn’t believe what I was seeing. One of my friends grabbed my arm and asked where the hell I had been all night. Where was my shirt. Well it was no where to be found, some guy ended up with a dry clean only clearance bargain price DKNY shirt I purchased 75% off but was still expensive and that I liked.
People on the dance floor cleared a space and this dude came out as a fire fighter started stripping. Fuck! Why on earth do I like hot men in firefighter gear. This dude danced around and stripped down, he could tell he made me weak and just put on a show for me and everyone around. He gave me a big hug and ran off. WTF just happened?
At this point I am really feeling drunk, horned out of my mind, lost, needing water, and I try making my way to outside so I can get some air. Too many people, you can’t move.
Fuck. You can’t move. Just looking forward this dude with build shoulders that would not get out of the way accidentally gets a bump from my package as I get pushed from behind. Oh fuck his ass was attention getting. I had to grab.
“Who the fuck is grabbing my ass, this is why...” dude turns around and is in shock.
His expression, it was something I hadn’t seen exactly, but I know what it is now that I am older.
His partner leans in and introduced himself. Let’s sit and have a drink. I am feeling all sorts of confused and guilt and here comes another drink. Down it goes and this dude comes out of nowhere and is on the bar in I don’t even know what you would call it. Like a thong but it had a compartment just for the dick. Another stripper, he was hot and cute, kinda twinkish but about 3 to 5 years older than me I am guessing and he walked across the bar making his way over to us. He stops and puts his crotch in my face and says hello.
“Can I touch it?”
He looks around, people were watching but he said do it.
So I grabbed his dick and gave it some tender caressing. I know I held on longer than I should have but he seemed to be enjoying it. I felt him getting hard in my hand and I started tugging. Someone right behind me was laughing his ass off. As he started to stand back up, I was still holding on and one of his balls fell out for a split second, he popped back down and he told me I would probably get him in trouble but not to go to far. I sat leaned back as he stood up and walked away hard with everyone able to see his erection in that dick tube underwear. I liked that view. Fuck!
At this point the couple told me they were leaving and to behave, so I waived and got up to try going to that bar further back in the room. Some dude moved towards me, he was shorter but cute.
He said, “dude, it’s my first night here. Isn’t it amazing?”
Yes it is, and I am drunk but he is cute, and he is like let me buy you a drink. At this point I am not going to argue or do anything. He leads me over to a place near the wall, tells me that he will be right back. Moments started to skip around, guys dancing, shirtless, drunk as fuck and not giving a fucking shit about anything at all.
You could feel the pulse of that place, moving through your body, the electrical current keeping you from passing out.
My face is feeling stiff. Oh wait, it’s been stiff for a while.
Dude is back with a drink, I have not a clue what it is but its sweet.
We are standing there sipping our drinks and he said it was hard to talk in a place so loud. I nod.
Fuck I am buzzing. I don’t even know if I finished that drink but I need to go piss. He comes with me but waits by the entrance. This time the bathroom wasn’t a fucking zoo. I realize on the way back up the cops are still there watching, but towards the end of the hall.
We get back to his little spot, he put his arms around me. I leaned into him and put my arms around him. I realize his ear is cute and decided to try licking his ear.
He kinda fell back and had this look of shock on his face and then started laughing.
“Omg, you made me cum.”
WTF. How can a guy just cum from a hug? This dude is seriously funny.
He said I was just too hot, and the first dude he got to hug like that. I am thinking he is so full of it and he tells me he has a car and wants to show me Times Square at night. Have I seen it at night?
I let him know I had not. “That settles it, let’s go.”
We get out of the bar, it’s started to cool down a bit. The air feels good.
He holds my hand and stops me and my wandering mind. He pointed down to a stain right where his cock head would be.
He told me that it was embarrassing but the black car was his.
We get in. “You don’t believe?”
He undoes his pants and flashes his cum drenched junk and underwear. He zipped back up.
What do you like?
At this point I am all sorts of confused and horney. How the fuck was he able to cum from a hug?
He kept telling me he never saw a guy like me, I was so crazy different but everything he fantasized about...
He put his hand on my crotch and my dick started to get hard. “Let me see him. Please let me just see him.”
I am hard, drunk and wait for some guys to pass. I look over and I smile. There goes the button to my jeans. I take the zipper down somewhat in anticipation.
My waist gets lifted and I pull it all down so he can see it all. My dick is straight up standing, balls hanging right in what this dude says is his car. I am thinking it’s probably his dads new car and it got lent to him but that is
His hand reached out and grabbed my dick. Nice, I am going to get a handjob in a car.
“Put your seat back a bit.”
So I do. It’s comfortable, and it is feeling good. I let out some heavy breaths. I am getting pretty hard.
“Relax. Let me take care of this.”
I put the seat back some more and noticed how nice the lining of the car was.
I feel his mouth and lips on my dick head. Holy fuck he is going to try it in a car!
He stopped and said, “Relax. Close your eyes.”
I did.
I could feel him sucking on my dick, his hand firmly around the base of my dick. He couldn’t have been too comfortable twisting around like that but...
As I laid there enjoying getting sucked I was just in a state of satisfaction. Fuck I love getting my dick sucked.
He moved his hands along with his mouth, and when I got close I tapped him on the shoulder and he just went faster.
I am gonna
I blew. I blew my load right there in his mouth and he let out a noise that let you know he was happy with his reward for his work.
He swallowed a few times.
“Let’s see Times Square.”
It was a state of drunken sexed bliss, driving through Times Square at night for the first time. He told me that he was just starting out in NYC and was working in clothing manufacturing. I needed to give him my digits and he would give me his because he wanted to send me some clothes when I called after I got back to my home state.
He dropped me off at the bar, at this point there were not as many people inside. My friends were like there you are, we have been looking everywhere for you.
“Where is your shirt?”
I shrug. They had ordered me a drink or two that had the ice melt given I had disappeared but expected I drink it.
“Let’s look for his shirt.”
“He can’t keep his clothes on.”
I smile. “Fuck!”
We walked around and I learn my friend lost his cellphone. I laugh. I am so fucking trashed and feel like I am starting to move in slow motion.
“Time to go.”
I remember walking down the street. I see a group of people talking and a hot dude with a great ass just begging for a squeeze.
I remember grabbing.
Yelling. “He grabbed my ass.” More yelling. Anger.
“He must be gay.”
“Wtf”
“He doesn’t know what he is doing. Chill out.”
Everyone is looking at me and I am having a hard time keeping my eyes open.
Laughing.
“Tell him to behave and not to touch straight guys asses. My girlfriend wouldn’t like it. I don’t like it.”
I am hurt. WTF. The reality that I just assumed someone that was near a gay bar at night was not actually gay and... I was the one that was different...
As we find the subway entrance it is barred and closed. We have to walk blocks to find an open one.
We waited for a train. A cute dude is right besides me on a bench.
Not my finest moment, but he is annoyed with the drunks in NYC. People shouldn’t be giving me umbrellas when I am drunk. He just sits there and my friend tells me to just stop.
Finally a train comes. Darkness.
I am standing on a train, there is light from the morning sun rising and I gotta piss. I really got to piss. I take him out to piss.
“What the fuck are you doing? You want to get arrested? Put that back in your pants now?”
I realize there are some people in the same car, all watching, a woman with a concerned look on her face.
I put hiM back in and
Darkness.
And we are somehow back to the hotel front door. Somewhere in Queens.
Fuck, I can finally piss.
Darkness.
Hotel room. Friend screaming. Not exactly listening or caring.
Darkness.