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These stories are all true, except that I've changed the names of the other people involved.
Late last summer business took me to Omaha, Nebraska. I'd spent some time in the city - it's really a pretty cool place - and knew there was a lot of very hot midwestern beef there. I decided to fly in Saturday, hoping to have a little recreation that evening before spending Sunday getting ready for the Monday meetings.
Whenever I'm out of town and go on a manhunt at a bar I always zero in on the best looking guy in the place. That's because I've noticed that many times no one approaches them. Maybe guys just assume that the hottest person in the place must already be taken or have guys lining up for them. Over the years I've learned that isn't always true. The truth is they often get ignored - but not by me.
That was my strategy Saturday night when I walked into the bar around 11:30. The place was huge and it was jammed with guys who were candidates for "best looking." There must have been five hundred guys in the place and it seemed like every one of them was fuck-worthy.
The largest area of the club was a dance floor, which is really not my thing. Another area hosted a drag show, also not my thing. Upstairs there was a room with pool tables and a lot of hot young guys in tight t-shirts and jeans having a good time. That was very much my thing.
I ordered a Boulevard wheat beer and stood near the bar, scanning the eye candy. While I was trying to decide what move to make someone tapped me on the shoulder. As I turned around to see who it was a deep male voice said, "Is anyone standing here?"
He was, to put it mildly, a god. Dark brown wavy hair, a little over six feet tall with brown eyes a man could get lost in, he stood there smiling at me. This Adonis was wearing a pair of jeans that looked painted on him and a sleeveless t-shirt that read "Nebraska Swimming and Diving." It was lust at first sight. He had a great tan, a gorgeous face and a 400 watt smile. The arms were muscular and the chest was obviously a work of art: two prominent pecs with pointy nipples showing through.
We chatted for a while. He told me his name was Todd. He had just moved to Omaha and was starting his first out of college job as a trainee salesperson at Borsheim Jewelers, one of the largest jewelry stores in the world. I congratulated him on scoring such a great gig and told him a little about my experience in sales. He listened intently, and every time I told about a funny experience he put his arm around my waist and laughed with me. I could actually feel the heat coming from his body and I'm sure he could feel it from mine.
When we finished our beers I offered to buy him another and he accepted. As I turned toward to get the bartender's attention I heard Todd whistle. "Man that's a great ass," he said. "What kind of sports do you do?"
I told him I did weight training and long distance bicycling every weekend I was at home.
"Do you wear a cycling kit?" he asked. "The spandex kind."
"Yeah," I said. "It's a red singlet."
He reached out and took my hand and held it against his package. It was hard as steel and not small.
"Just thinking about seeing you in that singlet makes me hot," he said. "You're not wearing it now are you?"
"No," I told him. "But I am wearing some interesting boxer briefs."
His eyes lit up. "What kind?"
"James Tudor," I said. "It's a British brand. Red and white stripes with buttons at the fly."
"I want to see them," he said. "Right now."
It's not the sort of thing I'd do in the city where I live, but we were in a bar I'd probably never see again, so what the fuck. I turned away from most of the crowd and unbuttoned my jeans, giving him a look at the shorts.
"Wow, those are cool," he said as he reached over to feel my rapidly growing basket. "Do the buttons work?"
"Try them," I said.
He unsnapped one and stuck a finger inside to feel my swollen dick. "I'll save the rest for later," he said.
We stared at each other, knowing how the night would end. Soon a pool table came open and Todd suggested we play a game while we finished our beers.
"We have to have something at stake," I told him. "Otherwise it won't be fun."
"How about if the winner gets to decide who is the top for the night?"
"Deal." I said.
We flipped a coin to see who would break and Todd won. He sent the balls scattering all over the table, sinking two solids and one stripe. It didn't take long for me to figure out that not only was he a much better player than me but that I might not even get a shot. Sure enough he was down to his last solid when he seemed to mishit the cue ball and wound up sinking the eight ball instead. I won without ever lifting a cue stick.
"Damn," he said. "Looks like my ass will be a pussy tonite. Are you going to be gentle?"
"No," I answered.
"Good," he said, then he grabbed my hand and said it was time to leave.
Todd was staying with friends who thought he was out with a girl, so my hotel room was going to be our playpen for the night. He followed me to my hotel in his own car. In the driveway Todd put his arm around my waist handed the valet his keys and said, "I won't need this until tomorrow morning." The valet gave us a long and knowing look, then finally smiled and said, "Enjoy your night gentlemen."
In the elevator Todd threw me against the mirrored wall and kissed me. It wasn't a timid kiss either. Like everything else he did it was aggressive and bold. His long tongue felt like it was going down my throat. I grabbed his ass, which was lean and firm just like you'd expect from a college swimmer. We were still making out when the elevator door opened and a couple of guys, pretty obviously a gay couple themselves, got on.
"Disgusting," one of them sneered.
"Don't worry with them," I said to Todd as we got off the elevator. "They're just jealous."
"Yeah," he said. "They're jealous of me."
By the time we got to my room Todd was standing behind me. Before I could even open the door he'd unbuttoned my jeans and had them down to my ankles. As we stumbled inside I fell on the carpet with him on top of me. I pushed him off of me just enough so I could pull off his t-shirt and have a look at what i thought would be his hot chest. I was far from disappointed. He had a bit of hair on his firm, beefy pecs and an alluring treasure trail leading to the promised land. And his nipples - they were succulent: quarter sized areoles with pointed nubs. I pulled my head up and began chewing on the right one.
"AW fuuuccckkk," he screamed. "Oh god that turns me on. Bite it."
I did, and not gently either. Before long his fists were pounding against my chest. He was moaning loudly and sweating just from the nip work.I pushed the door closed with my foot and asked if he was ready to take it to the bed.
"No," he said. "Fuck me here." He pulled a rubber and a small packet of lube from his pocket and handed them to me.
"Hurry up," he said. "I want that dick inside me."
While I put on the condom he stood and removed his pants. Todd was wearing a pair of red 2xist boxer briefs that looked so hot on him I was almost sad to see them come off. But come off they did, revealing first his trimmed pubes and then a gorgeous hard cut cock, maybe six and a half inches and perfectly shaped. Underneath were two low hanging balls. Not the biggest I've ever seen but definitely one of the nicest.
When he had undressed Todd took the lube out of my hand and slathered some over my dick. The rest he used on his hole. I asked if he needed me to finger him to get him ready and he said, "No way. I'm totally ready." Then he sat on my cock, going balls deep right away.
"Oh that feels so good in me," he sighed as he began to slide up and down my seven inches.
It soon became clear that even though I was the top he was controlling the fuck. He squeezed my dick with his ass and seemed to have an incredible sense for when to back off a little to keep me from cumming. I reached out to grab is hard and very beautiful dick but he pushed my hand away and told me he wanted to make it last.
I have no idea how long it lasted: maybe minutes, maybe hours. All I know is that it was one of the most incredible fucks of my life. At one point he stopped riding me long enough to pull off my t-shirt and admire my chest. He ran his fingers over my erect nipples, lightly at first then roughly, then he started pulling and twisting the nubs. I grained loudly. My cock swelled inside him and I began for the first time to thrust my hips up into him.
"If I keep this up will it make you cum?" he asked.
"Fuck yes." I answered.
And that's exactly what he did. Moments later I let out a yell and shot my load. He did the same, shooting six hot cum missiles on my torso.
Todd wound up spending the night with me, something I almost never do with a guy I've just met. I worked three more loads out of him: one in my mouth when I sucked his juicy cock, another on my chest when I fucked him again, and a third in my ass when he fucked me in the shower. He went to sleep cuddling with me, his head on my chest.
Then the next morning we started all over again.