For a long time I thought I was straight — I had been with many girls and had a bunch of long-term girlfriends. I had some fantasies about being with a guy, what it would be like to suck a big throbbing cock, but I just sort of shrugged those off as being normal urges. I never thought I’d do anything more…
I was 27, working on a gig away from home, and out with some friends at a bar in the evening. One of my co-workers had two out-of-town friends passing through to visit, and they were drinking with us. One of the two was this very cute, curly-haired, skinny guy about my age who pretty quickly identified as gay in a story he was telling. It was a great time, the two friend groups really seamlessly integrated with one another. This guy and I had a really immediate connection. Our humor (and self-deprecation) really quickly synced up and we were quickly teasing each other. It was very fun and before I knew it I was thinking “woah, am I flirting with him?” The thought kind of passed through my mind as I snuck away to use the bathroom.
Standing there at the urinal with my cock in my hand I decided I’d get my phone out and send him a friend request on Facebook. He really quickly — while I was still washing my hands — accepted the request, and before I knew it the in-person flirting was happening over Messenger. It was really exciting — and a little bit scary. I didn’t think I could feel this attraction towards a man, didn’t know what it meant, was confused and aroused and nervous and the cocktail of feelings left my cock slowly getting stiff in my pants. It was nothing I couldn’t hide sitting down at a bar table, but as the night wore on and the liquid courage flowed, I knew I wanted this guy. I wanted my fingers running through that curly hair. I wanted his lips pressed against mine, his breath on my neck. I wanted to slide my hands down his pants and feel his cock getting hard. I wanted it all.
Our co-workers all bid their goodnights, and the friends passing through headed across the street to my coworker’s hotel to stay on his floor. I sat in my car in front of the bar and immediately shot a message to curly-haired cutie (CHQ).
Me: “I don’t think I’m ready to sleep — you want to come down for another drink?”
CHQ: “Ugh, I JUST took my shoes off. This better be worth it.”
Me: “I think it will be?”
We had another round in the bar, flirting and chatting about where life had taken us. We’d seen a lot of the same cool things traveling around the country. He had this way of cradling his neck in his hand that made me just want to jump on top of him. The verbal flirting started to get more physical as our hands slid under the table and up and down each other’s thighs. We decided pretty quickly that we should get out of there, and left our drinks unfinished on the table.
We both got into my car, not sure of where to go in this somewhat foreign city to us. His hands quickly found my thigh and my crotch and started sucking on my neck as I drove. I snaked my way through the city, and down to the waterfront. I knew there were a bunch of empty lots where tourists park to walk around by the water.
As I shut off my car, I couldn’t wait any longer. He jumped in the back seat and I followed, and we started kissing. Deeply. My hands found that curly hair I waited for, and slid down his neck and his chest. His were already down my front and undoing my belt. My nerves were on edge being in public and doing something I’d never done before, but I wanted it so bad. And he wanted it too. My pants quickly flew open and before I knew it he was crouched over in the back seat of the car sliding my already throbbing cock into his mouth. And my god I didn’t think a blowjob could feel that good. I am a fairly average size at 5.5″, but he knew what to do with one. This, as they say, was not his first rodeo. He seemed to have no gag reflex as his gentle sucking and stroking turned into deep throating my whole cock. He moaned around it, slurping it and sliding it in and out of his mouth. After about 7-8 minutes of one of the best blowjobs of my life I could feel myself getting close.
I pulled his head off and said, “your turn” before undoing his pants with as much vigor as he undid mine. He had on these cute striped briefs but I could see fairly obviously that I would need to do very little to get him hard. Not only that, but a little wet spot of precum was forming on his undies. It was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen in my life. Not only that, but for someone about my height he was…. large. Bigger than me for sure. I couldn’t say for certain, but probably around 6.5-7.5″. I yanked down those undies and quickly took the base of his hard cock in my hand. He had a beautiful shaft that curved up ever so slightly. I licked from the base to the tip, spending extra time tonguing his frenulum that made him moan SO loud in that steamy car. I noted that for further use that night as I slid his head and shaft into my mouth. I could feel the blood pulsing in his cock as it sat on my tongue. I looked up at him with the head in my mouth and the base in my hand, and although I had a very clear picture of him being submissive, he whispered “good boy” and my god I almost came right there. I began devouring that cock, working it as deep as I could down my throat while I stroked it. His moans drove me on, and I wanted him to feel fucking amazing. I sucked him for about 10 minutes before he pulled my head back and said “I don’t want to cum in your mouth”.
I slid his cock back in quickly, teasing his frenulum with my tongue. He moaned
“I want you to,” I whispered back.
I sucked him harder and faster, as his moans grew louder. His hips began pulsing and I knew what was about to happen. I closed my lips around the head of his cock and felt his cum begin shooting to the back of my throat. Four, five, six pulses of cum hit my tongue as he moaned, his fingers in my hair. The bitter taste coated my tongue and I could not care less. The only thing that mattered was making this curly-haired guy feel amazing. I lifted my head up and looked at him, and showed him this massive load on my tongue. He breathed an “oh my god” as I swallowed it.
After a brief moment as he collapsed in the backseat of my car, catching his breath, he was up again, pushing me onto my back. My cock was leaking so much precum at this point and curly hair quickly licked all of the little rivulets of it up, moaning with pleasure. He slid my cock down his throat and worked it harder and faster. It felt unreal, and I warned him that I was going to cum.
“You should return the favor,” he said before sliding my cock down his throat again.
My hips rose and fell, rose and fell, and I felt myself cumming. He moaned as I came, and I could feel my cock pulse over and over, shooting cum down his throat. He showed me my load on his tongue, swallowed it, and we laid there for a second. We defrosted the car, gathered our clothes, and I dropped him off. It was one of the hottest nights of my life.
TL;DR: Met a friend of a friend at a bar, we ended up sucking each other off in the backseat of my car four hours later.