Note: I'm a nifty virgin, so any feedback will be appreciated.
Dallas Backroom By: Joseph Paul
It was a chilly mid-December night and a group of my friends and I decided to go trash bar hopping. What I mean by trash bar hopping is that we had decided to hit as many gay bars off the main drag as we could before the night ended. The last stop of the night was a bar called the Trestle. All I knew about this place was that it contained a back room, and at the time I personally thought that places such as that were nothing more than a gay urban legend of something only from the past
At the time I was 23yo, green eyes, dark blonde hair, and had a slim athletic build. If you had to categorize me I would be a twinky. Hot, young, slim, and well endowed.
As I entered the door of the bar I was immersed in darkness and the only thing I saw was a single figure sitting at the bar with a bottle of jack and a can of coke. I swiftly walked by this person and made my way around the bar and into a hallway. Down the hallway was what looked like an endless black hole. Only this hole ended into a room with several men and a lot of moans and groans. I must have been ten shades of red from the excitement and decided to make my way back to the front of the bar so I didn't go into excitement overload. I approached the man with the bottle of jack I had seen when I had first entered and asked, "What does it take to get a drink around here?" Without a word he pulled out a glass and poured me what he was having. Normally I would not have been so bold, but after having several drinks in me already it tends to but the inhibitions one can have aside.
Having a nice hard drink in my hand and the whiskey warming up my stomach, I made my way back to the hallway and into the backroom. I stood next to a friend of mine as I sipped on my drink. I couldn't see a lot of detail because of the darkness, but it was just amazing to see the shadows of men on their knees, pants lowered to their ankles, and the awesome moans of pleasure echoing in the room. One of my companions was already lost in the mix of sexual pleasure. I think I saw him on his knees blowing some other dude at the opposite side of the room from me.
As I stood there sipping my cocktail while my 7.5 inch cock throbbed in my pants, I glanced to the left and saw a very attractive man standing against the wall. He had a dark skin tone, jet black hair, stood at about 6'1, and had a body the rippled out of his shirt, and by my judgment had to be about 27. I motioned my friend next to me to take a look at the view I had and he instantly made a comment about how attractive this guy was. Being bold and having the personality that lives for the moment, I walked over to the guy and asked him to come over. He walked a few steps and the three of us stood there. I told him that he was very attractive and I couldn't resist. He followed that by asking if it was my first time there. With a raging hard on wanting to be unleashed, and my heart racing, I did the boldest thing I had ever done to that date. Maybe because of the alcohol, or just the fact that I wanted bragging rights, I lowered to my knees while saying, "Yes, why don't you break me in?"
There in front of me in a dark room stood one of the hottest men I had ever seen. His 6'1 frame and muscular build was such a turn on. My cock twitched with anticipation and I could feel my cock against my wet briefs from the precum that was already leaking out of my rod. I went right for his belt, zipped down his fly, pulled down his briefs, and there it was. A huge 9 inch uncut cock that was so thick my mouth began to hurt before I had done anything. Once I got his huge cock out it was already half hard. I cupped his large balls into my hands and caressed my lips over the head of his dick. I slowly worked his shaft back and forth as I swirled my tongue around. I had a good rhythm going and started to move my hands under his shirt and massage his large smooth muscular chest. After working his shaft his cock swelled to the size of an anaconda. My jaw was about to split in two. My mouth had never sucked on something as big as his cock. After working his shaft for a bit with my hot young mouth, I went to pull out my own cock. It wasn't long before I had my pants down past my ass stroking my 7.5 meat while blowing the hot jock that I had just met a few minutes prior.
After a while of just using my mouth on his cock, I started to lend a hand to his very large member. I was stroking his cock with my own spit as my mouth worked up and down it as the same time. I'm sucking and stroking his cock while I stroke mine. My mind was racing and my body temperature began to rise. I pushed him away briefly to rip off my sweater, luckily a friend was nearby and saw that I needed assistance and held it for me. A few seconds later with only my pants at my ankles I went back to show that 9 inch cock who was boss. My mouth was so wet with excitement that I frantically worked his shaft up and down as my hand worked at the same speed on my own cock. I started to moan with pleasure as I was nearing climax. The moaning set off a vibration in my own mouth which in turn sent a hot rumble to his cock.
I was dripping sweat and my body started to tighten. As I shot my huge load all over the floor and onto his shoes he began to moan as well. I knew he was nearing and a huge surprise was coming my way. I took my mouth off his nine inch rod and wrapped my cum soaked hand around it and stared stroking it while rubbing his huge mushroom head on my chest. My hot jock's legs started to tighten and his moans rose over the rest of the men in the room. A load complimenting his massive cock burst onto my chest splattering some of his juice on my face. As I kept stroking, he kept shooting his thick warm cum all over my body. After three huge jets of spunk hitting my chest, his leg muscles relaxed and his large palm on my head lightened. He rubbed his cock into my face and I licked up the last drop of cum that was sitting at the end of his now soft prick. He pulled away and pulled his pants up. I looked behind me and one of my loyal friends handed me the t- shirt that was wrapped in my sweater. I used it as a cum rag to wipe off of me what didn't drip on the floor. After I cleaned up and stood up, he was gone. I didn't look for him, but searched for my cocktail instead. I finished up the night watching the other men in the room go at it, and as soon as all my friends resurfaced we left.