I don’t really check guys out on the street like I do girls, but he is rather handsome.Īfter some small talk I find out his name is Paul and that he’s 48 years old. But he is every bit of 6′ 7″ and solidly built. It’s not often I feel small next to somebody, me being 6′ 4″ with linebacker kind of build. His place is on the way to my hotel so it works out fine. The other man outside asks if I would mind sharing a taxi to which I said no problem. There aren’t many around but eventually one stops after a couple minutes. A man comes out of the bar not too long after me and tries to do the same. I make my way out of the bar and start trying to flag a cab down. It’s not too far away from closing time and I decide it’s time to call it a night. I can’t tell if I’m too nervous, don’t understand the dynamics of flirting with men, or just not anybody’s type. Nothing really results of this and needless to say I am starting to feel a little disappointed. I am still terribly nervous and hope that someone approaches me but after some time passes, I just try to make small talk to those around me. My mind is filled with thoughts of what everyone might look like naked and what their cocks looked like, tasted like. I feel a cool, wet sensation in my pants and realize I have been dripping precum like a faucet. I’ve never been in a place like this and had no clue what to do next. I take a seat at the bar and order a stiff drink to try and relax. The slutty switch I never knew I had gets flipped instantly. All around are big masculine men of all shapes and types. Once I see the sign for the bar I compose myself as best I can and head inside. I am so horny the friction of that alone is almost enough to set me off. Every step I take makes the fabric of my boxers pass over the head of my cock. I feel my dick swell and meet the resistance of my jeans. On the way my heart is pounding out of my chest. I down the rest of my drink and head out. This is too perfect as that describes me, as well as the type of guy I am into. I turn to Google and find there’s a gay bear bar in walking distance. I had given oral to a couple guys in the past, quick encounters whom I met online, but nothing more. In my inebriated state of mind and needing to find some action before last call, I decide it’s a great night to explore my bi fantasies some more.
Tried a couple places but had no luck finding a girl so far. On this particular occasion I was fresh out of a hetero relationship, and wanted to get over it the best way I knew how.Īfter day one’s work is over it’s time to hit the bars.