I've been needing to type this up to message an online friend about this hookup for a WHILE. It happened before my prior story on the Grindr Experience by about 3 months. Enjoy!
"No Kev, I'm serious! You can't make this shit up!"
"I don't know man...your story is a bit wild but mainly I refuse to believe any 30 year-old's name is Ernie"
Kev loved to hear me recount the stupid tales and hot scenes from my hookups. This, however, was one of my most adventurous. And beyond that, it was, to this point the hottest experience of my life. So here's the scene: Sitting with friends in Denver at a dive bar on South Broadway getting drunk and this somewhat average looking guy came over to make a fool of himself and talk with new people.
Fast forward an hour and my friends are ready to go home, but seeing as how I'm in it for the night I decide to stay and see what trouble I can find knowing I will Uber back to their apartment on Grant St. when I need to.
So, I buy another pitcher, and take a seat at the bar. When who should come along? Ernie...."like Bert and Ernie!" Grrreeeaaaaatttttt.
I thought the guy was cute in a particular way and though he had come off as a douche in his earlier attempts at conversation and my friends had blown him off I thought he was just being a goof. So I start talking to him. Turns out we hit it off.
We start drinking WAY to much. He knows the bartender so we keep getting topped off for free. He keeps getting shots and I keep refusing them. I don't fuck with shots. There seemed to be about five people in the bar the entire night with me and Ernie boy being the only two that remained throughout. The bar ends up talking politics which engages all of us as we walk out to smoke (bartender included) then walk back in with never a lull in conversation.
The next phase of the night has me and him sitting alone talking about God-knows-what and I relate SOMETHING to Don't Ask Don't Tell. I am gay and in the Air Force. This just blows Ernie out of the water.
We had already mentioned our services, Ernie was out of the military but had been Army Ranger. The usual banter occurred from him but it was light hearted, and he was overly eager and uncharacteristically kind in his banter. It's always in good fun, but he seemed to take a much more brotherly affection towards me. For instance, as I was scoping out the juke box, he walked up behind and put his arm around my shoulder.
Maybe I should have noticed the affectionate touching but I'm none the wiser, I'm 6'3 and 215 and here is this 6'5ish monster of a black man, packing north of 240 pounds in what turned out to be hardened solid muscle with the perfect amount of cushion covering him (he "let himself go" apparently).
So back to DADT...Once I mention I am gay Ernie is chomping at the bit to talk about it. I continue making my point in WHATEVER conversation we were having (me....beer...politics....it's a love triangle.) He keeps pulling it back to my sexuality. I finally relent and engage in his questions. He just wants to know anything and everything about being gay. I didn't fit his mold (or societies at large) for what a gay guy should look or sound like.
It suddenly hits me that there is actually a possibility that this dude is into it. At this point, I am comfortably drunk, and have very little to lose. It's nerve wracking to hit on someone without knowing if they are gay or straight....and in Ernie's case...knowing he is 'straight'.
I start emphasizing my points by putting my hand on his shoulder. I overly boast about being a top and my harem of conquests. Both of which are lies...just bold faced lies. But I don't know this guy. I likely won't see him again (and haven't) so I decide to be who, in my drunken state, I figured he would want me to be to turn him on.
Sorry for the cliffhanger. I'm tired of writing and am long winded enough that this needs to be two posts.
"No Kev, I'm serious! You can't make this shit up!"
"I don't know man...your story is a bit wild but mainly I refuse to believe any 30 year-old's name is Ernie"
Kev loved to hear me recount the stupid tales and hot scenes from my hookups. This, however, was one of my most adventurous. And beyond that, it was, to this point the hottest experience of my life. So here's the scene: Sitting with friends in Denver at a dive bar on South Broadway getting drunk and this somewhat average looking guy came over to make a fool of himself and talk with new people.
Fast forward an hour and my friends are ready to go home, but seeing as how I'm in it for the night I decide to stay and see what trouble I can find knowing I will Uber back to their apartment on Grant St. when I need to.
So, I buy another pitcher, and take a seat at the bar. When who should come along? Ernie...."like Bert and Ernie!" Grrreeeaaaaatttttt.
I thought the guy was cute in a particular way and though he had come off as a douche in his earlier attempts at conversation and my friends had blown him off I thought he was just being a goof. So I start talking to him. Turns out we hit it off.
We start drinking WAY to much. He knows the bartender so we keep getting topped off for free. He keeps getting shots and I keep refusing them. I don't fuck with shots. There seemed to be about five people in the bar the entire night with me and Ernie boy being the only two that remained throughout. The bar ends up talking politics which engages all of us as we walk out to smoke (bartender included) then walk back in with never a lull in conversation.
The next phase of the night has me and him sitting alone talking about God-knows-what and I relate SOMETHING to Don't Ask Don't Tell. I am gay and in the Air Force. This just blows Ernie out of the water.
We had already mentioned our services, Ernie was out of the military but had been Army Ranger. The usual banter occurred from him but it was light hearted, and he was overly eager and uncharacteristically kind in his banter. It's always in good fun, but he seemed to take a much more brotherly affection towards me. For instance, as I was scoping out the juke box, he walked up behind and put his arm around my shoulder.
Maybe I should have noticed the affectionate touching but I'm none the wiser, I'm 6'3 and 215 and here is this 6'5ish monster of a black man, packing north of 240 pounds in what turned out to be hardened solid muscle with the perfect amount of cushion covering him (he "let himself go" apparently).
So back to DADT...Once I mention I am gay Ernie is chomping at the bit to talk about it. I continue making my point in WHATEVER conversation we were having (me....beer...politics....it's a love triangle.) He keeps pulling it back to my sexuality. I finally relent and engage in his questions. He just wants to know anything and everything about being gay. I didn't fit his mold (or societies at large) for what a gay guy should look or sound like.
It suddenly hits me that there is actually a possibility that this dude is into it. At this point, I am comfortably drunk, and have very little to lose. It's nerve wracking to hit on someone without knowing if they are gay or straight....and in Ernie's case...knowing he is 'straight'.
I start emphasizing my points by putting my hand on his shoulder. I overly boast about being a top and my harem of conquests. Both of which are lies...just bold faced lies. But I don't know this guy. I likely won't see him again (and haven't) so I decide to be who, in my drunken state, I figured he would want me to be to turn him on.
Sorry for the cliffhanger. I'm tired of writing and am long winded enough that this needs to be two posts.