It has been a long time since I wrote about my encounter submitting to my buddy, Jim. While I'm sure a lot of guys would love to read about how from that day forward I became a total cockslut sucking off every guy I met, the reality is that as much as I enjoyed serving Jim, I slipped back into old routines very quickly and eventually didn't think too much about the time I spent on my knees getting my mouth and throat used by a buddy.
I even stopped checking the email address I used to submit the story (Str8Lrn2Srv@aol.com) for a long time. Physically, I've stayed about the same. Six feet tall, #250, blue eyes. I grew my goatee into a full beard which I keep pretty short. I don't know why I decided to log in to my email again after so long, but when I did, I had one new email.
Straight boy,
I liked your story - I've been doing that to guys and girls since I was twelve. Love seeing submission in someone's eyes at that moment when they accept me as their master.
Gotta say though, your buddy sounds like a dick - he gets you on your knees serving him once and then cuts you loose? The more I work with someone, the better the service becomes - so I'm all about making someone into my slave on a more long-term basis.
I wouldn't have written, but you did mention you're in Los Angeles in your story. Is that still the case? I moved out here last year myself and don't know many people. Write me back if you're still in the area - we can meet up for a beer and I'll tell you about some of my buddies I've turned into slaves over the years.
Bryan
The email was only about a month old, so I decided to write back. Bryan actually seemed like a pretty nice guy, and if he was just looking for a bud to have a beer with, it could be nice to have a friend who knows I have a side that craves submission to another man.
Bryan,
Sorry I didn't respond sooner. I don't really check this email address very often. I'm still in LA and would definitely be up for meeting for that beer if the offer still stands.
Aaron
A few days later, I got a response back and we started talking and planning to meet up. Bryan selected where we would meet after work on a Friday. I was a little nervous, as he had chosen a gay bar and I'd never been to one. But the next Friday, still wearing my suit, I went to the bar to meet him. Bryan hadn't really told me what he looked like, but he knew I would be in a suit which wouldn't be hard to pick out in a gay bar on a Friday night, so when I arrived, I sat down at a small table and waited.
It was pretty surreal sitting in a gay bar wondering which one of the guys in there knew I had once been on my knees calling my buddy 'master' and swallowing his cum. Every guy who walked in the bar could have been Bryan. About 10 minutes after we were supposed to meet, I started wondering if Bryan would even show up but decided to give it more time, since I'd already come all this way. Five minutes later, though, a man walked in and headed straight to my table. He was wearing a red Chicago Bulls t-shirt, blue jeans, and red Nikes. Probably around 5'10", #180, short brown hair. I can't say he was any sort of Adonis, but he was definitely a handsome guy. The most striking thing about him, though, was the way he walked in the place like he owned it. I noticed I wasn't the only one looking when Bryan walked in, and he walked straight up to my table and held out his hand.
"You must be Aaron."
I shook his hand and nodded. "And you have to be Bryan. Good to meet you."
"Definitely glad we could meet up. What are you having?" Bryan asked as he nodded towards the bar.
"Oh...um, I guess a Blue Moon."
He looked like he approved which made me feel good and walked over to the fairly crowded bar, returning almost instantly with two Blue Moons, handing me one.
I said thanks and we settled into pretty standard small talk about jobs, hobbies, interest, etc. After a few minutes, I got up to buy us another round of drinks, when I got back, Bryan was just smirking.
"So...you like my shoes?"
I stammered out a, "Huh?"
"I've just noticed you've been looking down at my shoes a lot tonight. You must like them."
"Oh...I'm sorry...I just..."
Bryan stopped me with a laugh, "Damn buddy, you need to relax - I'm just fucking with you. Why do you think I wear red shoes? I like it when guys spend most of their time looking down. You gotta train guys to focus their attention in the right places." With that he put his beer down and stood up, pulling his shirt up a little to reveal his belt buckle, a superman symbol. He unbuckled it and unzipped his jeans right there in the bar. "Thats one of the reasons I love these jeans - take a look"
I didn't know what was even happening and froze like a deer in headlights. I thought this was a huge mistake if this guy was unzipping his pants in the middle of a bar. "Dude, what did I tell you about needing to relax?" He put a hand on the back of my head and pulled me closer, where I saw what was written on the inside of his fly - "Lucky You". I laughed and he let go of my head. He smirked and said, "See, I give people plenty to look at below the waist", zipping up and re-buckling his pants.
We fell back into pretty standard conversation again after that, though now I was definitely more aware every time I looked down at his feet or caught a glimpse of his superman belt buckle. We had a few more rounds of drinks as we talked.
I learned that Bryan had moved to LA to try to get into acting, a very common story in this town. He didn't have any delusions about being a big star and held a job during the day while acting (mostly in small productions of plays) at night. Prior to moving, Bryan had been a bartender in Chicago. He promised he had a lot of stories about his time as a bartender.
Eventually I asked what had prompted him to email me.
"There were a few reasons. Your story hit a few of my buttons. I love inexperienced guys. There is something so hot about a guy exploring something he's never done. Second, I have a serious thing for big guys. Not necessarily fat, but big, and your description of yourself really caught my attention." As an aside he added, "And I have to say, your description didn't do you justice" causing me to blush and look down. "And lastly, between work and acting, I still don't know too many people here, and I noted you were in LA."
I nodded, it made sense. Then Bryan added, "Oh, and I was also horny as fuck that night and figured there was a chance I'd have you over at my place and riding my fat cock within the hour." He laughed and added, "You screwed that up by not replying for a fucking month, buddy."
I laughed also. "Yeah, after what happened with my friend Jim, I tried getting together with two other guys, but I pretty quickly got back into old habits and wrote it off as something unlikely to happen anymore. I don't know why I checked that email again."
"Clearly it was fate. You can just stop fighting it. The stars have pre-ordained that you're going to be mine." Bryan leaned in a bit and continued. "So should we just go to the bathroom so I can fuck you already?"
I'm sure my face drained of all color, which had Bryan cracking up. "Damn buddy, you are so easy to jerk around," and he patted me on the head.
It was about then that I noticed the time. "Hey, this has been really fun, but I do need to get home. I told my girlfriend I'd be late tonight, but she'll start to worry."
Bryan just smiled and said, "No problem, I should get going too. Why don't you walk me to my car."
We left the bar and headed I walked with him a couple blocks over where he was parked on a side street. When we got there, he pulled me into a hug and just spoke in a husky voice right into my ear.
"Don't even think. Right now I just want you to drop down to your knees and give my belt buckle a kiss to thank me for coming out and spending time with you tonight."
Bryan had a huge grin on his face as I sunk down to my knees right there next to his car, still wearing a suit. He lifted his shirt a little as I leaned forward and kissed his buckle. As my lips connected, I felt one of his hands on the back of my head really pulling me hard into the kiss. He abruptly let go of my head and his shirt and said "Good boy. Next time we'll meet for drinks at my apartment."
With that, Bryan got in his car and drove away. I knew we'd see each other again. We'd actually gotten along really well and I could admit to myself that the brief glimpses of his dominance had me intrigued. I was definitely looking forward to having drinks with him again as I walked to my own car and headed home.
I hope you guys enjoyed the update. Let me know if you'd like to hear more about me and Bryan. Obviously, I've been checking my email a lot more now that we've met, so feel free to send me emails at Str8Lrn2Srv@aol.com.