Date: Wed, 11 May 2016 05:02:46 +0000 (UTC)
From: Diego de Anda <panem12_anda@att.net>
Subject: Cuffed- Part 1

This is my first attemptat writing a story, please be kind.



This story contains sexual situations betweentwo males. If material of
This nature offends you then you should not readthis story.  If you are
under 18 years of age you are probably notlegally allowed to read this
Story. This story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to
persons living or dead, or to events that mayhave occurred, is purely
Coincidental. The author claims all copyrightsin this story and no
duplication or publication of this story isallowed (except by the web
sites to which it has been posted) without theconsent of the author.

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 Despite the fact that itwas almost 10pm the night was still warm. Heat
radiated off the sidewalks andbuildings, making the streets feel warmer
than it really was. I stepped off thetrain and made my down the street. The
streetlights illuminated my way down tothe bar. Ryan had told me about a
bar that catered to rougher type of men whoenjoyed the company of other
men. After debating going to this bar, the starsand moon aligned so that I
could check out this bar.

 My parents had left townfor the week and I was able to convince my brother
to let me borrow his ID toget into the bar. My brother and I could pass for
twins, well with differentstyled hair and if I permanently wore glasses. Of
course, I had to bribe himwith some weed and booze, or rather money to get
weed and booze. Oh and for himnot tell the `rents that I had borrowed his
ID to get into a bar. Surprisingly,he didn't ask any questions when I asked
to borrow his ID. He simply statedwhat his demands were and after some
bartering he agreed to the price of 2grams and enough for a six pack.

 When I left our homeearlier tonight to get to the bar. He had already
settled in our living roomwith his bong, his six pack, and his latest video
games. He had recently movedback home after graduating and had yet made any
efforts to find a "real" job.Despite the fact that he was currently working
as a communication specialist,read social media expert, the `rents still
hassled him. But I digress.

 He graciously let metake two bong hits before I had to run to get the
train into the city. I hadspent the greater part of the day planning this
foray into the city and Iwanted everything to be perfect. As I walked out
of the house, my brotheryelled at me to "Make positive conscious decisions
and/or wear a condom".

 So here I was, I was twoblocks from the bar and to say I was nervous was
an understatement. I hadshowered but due to the heat and my nervousness I
was sweating from every placeimaginable and unimaginable. Ryan had warned
me before going that I shouldforego wearing any deodorant or cologne, "Go
natural, they will love it" hetold during one of our last chats.

 I had met Ryan threemonths ago on an online chat room for guys questioning
their sexuality. Wherethey could chat with other guys anonymously and
figure things out. Perhaps evenmeet outside the chatroom and do
stuff. Thankfully Ryan now lived about 600miles away and therefore the
possibility was highly unlikely. Don't get mewrong talking to Ryan was fun
and I had embraced my sexuality thanks to him,but we just weren't
compatible. Two bottoms don't make a top!

 I checked the addressand location on my phone and realized I was just less
than a block away fromthe bar. The bar, Cuff, was now in the basement of a
former department store.The building was converted into offices. According
to Ryan the entrance to thebar was down the side alley and down some
steps. Unlike some of the gay barsthat were in my vicinity that catered to
the twinkish types and their admirers,this bar catered to older
men. Rougher men, with tattoos and piercings,assortment of body types, and
body hair galore. Yup, my kind of place.

 Ryan had roughly givenme the layout of the place. The bar had a main area
with small tables, If youwalked down a small hallway there were bathrooms
which at any given time therewas some action going on. He had heard rumours
that there was a backroom thatheld special events once a month. The kind of
events that were clothing free,had slings in dark corners, and perhaps a
well placed mattress or twointerspersed. Sadly, tonight was not one of
those nights. At least notaccording to their calendar.

 I stopped across thestreet from Cuff to check myself in the reflection of
the glass windows nextdoor. As it was a warm summer night, I had worn a
nice blue tank top thataccentuated my budding muscular arms, a nice tuft of
armpit hair, and thebeginnings of nice furry chest. Both my dad and brother
had a moderately hairychest so I knew there was hope for me. For now, I
settled for spare hairs alongmy chest and a nice treasure trail beginning
at my navel and joining my auburncolored pubes. I wore some cutoff jeans
that made my butt look bigger andshowed off my calves. I had bought
splurged on some designer underwear with someof the Christmas money I got:
black with neon stripes and assless for easyaccess. Thanks nana.

 After giving myself aonce over and decided that it was now or never. I
walked the rest of the divideand made my way down the steps into the
bar. As I got closer to the bar, Ifully expected to be stopped and turned
away from the bar because I wasunderage. Or worse to have my brother's ID
taken away and having the copscalled.

 As I opened the door, Irealized that there was no bouncer ID'ing people. A
breath of relief washedover me. Without a fuss I made my way to the bar and
ordered myself a PBR. Thebartender asked for my ID which I fished out of my
wallet and gave to him. Hegave me a quick once over and glanced back to the
ID. After several tense momentsin which I did my best to hide my
nervousness, he shrugged and gave me back myID and beer.

 I made my way into anopen seat along the booth that run along one side of
the bar. Settling in onone of the seats I had the chance to take in the
sights and sounds of the bar.More people were starting to show up and the
bar was starting to crowd up abit. And the crowd! Talk about a buffet. Men
of many shapes, sizes, and colors.Several couples were openly making out
and groping each other which gave me hopeof perhaps finding someone
tonight. The resident DJ was playing remixes of punkrock songs. This was
definitely not your typical gay bar.

 I was working on mysecond beer when a very handsome, mid 30's, bearded
gentleman asked if the seatnext to me was taken. Too shy to answer I nodded
my head and looked down at myfeet at the fear of him seeing the lust in my
eyes. I spent the next 20 minutesstealing glances. He wore a plain black
button up shirt with the sleeves rolledup and blue jeans. However he had a
body that filled said shirt and jeansnicely. He had a beefy build,
something akin to that of a rugby player. He wasthick and muscular but did
not look like roided gym rat. His rolled up sleevesshowed strong, muscular,
hairy arms. All of this was wrapped up in a nice oliveskin tone with a nice
filled in beard. I couldn't help but saying a silentprayer to God for
putting this fine specimen of a man next to me.

 As I scoped him out andslowly began to openly look at him, I noticed that
he did as well. After 20minutes of scoping each other up. He spoke up,

 "Never seen you before,is this your first time" he said in nice baritone
voice. If he hadn't made meprecum for the last 20 minutes. His voice did
the trick.

 "Yes sir, first time. Agood friend of mine told me about this place. And I
thought I'd check it out,"I managed to answer before looking down at my
feet. My face flushed withexcitement and nervousness.

 He smirked. " So whatbrings you here?", he said with a big emphasis on
here.

 I thought about it for asecond before answering, " Full disclosure,
curiosity. Maybe the atmosphere. Noplans really". We stared at each other
for what felt like hours but what wasreally seconds. The bar was crowded to
capacity and with the people and the fogmachine, the bar was starting to
get warmer. Beads of sweat ran down my backinto my crack, making my hole
itch. However I think my hole twitched from morethan just the sweat.

 "I'm Philip" he saidstretching out his meaty paw of a hand. I shook his
hand, "Nice to meet youPhilip, I'm Diego". He held onto my hand for a
second longer than was probablypolite. We looked into each other's eyes. I
sensed the lust in his eyes too.Who would make the first move was up to
either one of us. I was really hopingit would be him.

 Philip ordered usanother round of beers as we got to know each other. He
had just turned 36 twoweeks ago. He worked at a nonprofit organization as
their development director,which was a fancy title for asking people for
money to fund the organizationwhich provided services for low income
families. If the spot in my underwearhadn't soaked through my jeans short
hearing that probably did. He activelyplayed in an intramural baseball
league which explained his build. Mostimportantly he was single. I think we
had a winner.

He proceeded to ask mequestions which I attempted to answer as honestly as
possible without givingaway too many details that out me. I mean was i
supposed to tell him than inreality: I was 17 years old, still in high
school, still a closeted virgin, anddidn't even have my learner's
permit. Instead I vaguely told him I was inschool, which i hoped he would
read as college, lived in the suburbs, andenjoyed volunteering my time at a
local animal shelter. I hoped to major inveterinary science when I went to
college next year and become a veterinarian.There that made me sound much
cooler and older.

 We finished our beers,his fourth and my fifth. By then we were much closer
than when we started. Icould feel the heating radiating off his body. His
natural scent wasintoxicating to me. The semi-erection I had all night had
turned into a full onerection. Thankfully my fully erect and leaking 6.5"
uncut penis was fullytucked into the waistband of my underwear and was
fully restricted by the factthat the underwear was a size too small for
me. Totally intentional by the way.

 The digital clock in thebar read 12:36 a.m. Two hours had passed since we
had started talking. Idecided that it was up to me to initiate
something. It was now or never. Ileaned closer to him and gently kissed his
lips. He blinked twice and placedhis arms around me and drew me in. I
breathed him in and was bathed in hismusky scent and heat. Our tongues met
and wrestled for dominance. His beardtickled my neck but I was too nervous
to laugh. He tasted of a mixture of beerand spearmint.

 After swapping spit andgropes we disengaged ourselves. "Not bad" was all
he said. "How would you liketo go back to my place and see where the night
takes us" I tried to conceal theexcitement within me but I'm sure my
twinkling eyes gave it away. " Unless youhave to be home soon or something"
he quickly added.

 "Nope" I added. "I'mready to go whenever you are." I said smiling
slyly. He downed the rest of hisbeer and waved goodbye to the bartender
that had served me earlier. As we leftthe bar, the night had cooled down
from earlier but not enough to feel cold. Wemade our way down the street to
his house stopping every few minutes to kiss orgrope each other.

 After a 15 minute walk,the industrial section of the city turned into
residential housing and we foundourselves in a quiet neighborhood. At the
end of the block, we turned left andwalked several houses down the street
before stopping at a small but neat home.The small front lawn was
meticulously kept. He inserted the key into the doorand opened it. I made a
mental note of the address and route to get back to thetrain station. In
case of emergencies.

 "This is home sweethome" he said chuckling. My eyes started adjusting to
the darkness when i felthis arms grab me from behind. Instinct made me
squirm but his firm but gentlehold made me relax. I turned around, his arms
around my waist. I cupped hisface and leaned in for a kiss. For a few
lingering minutes we made out liketeenagers. Philip lowered his hands from
my waist into the inside of my shortsand cupped my ass cheeks, one in each
hand. I undid the button in my shorts togive him better access, taking the
initiative he fully palmed each ass cheek inhis hands and groped them. His
fingers found my hole and ran a light touch upand down. The sensation made
me weak in the knees and for a minute I saw stars.

 Fueled by his touch, Iremoved his shirt and proceeded to kiss his chest. I
was right about him havinga hairy chest. His black chest hair was heavily
concentrated along his pecscurving into a V down his treasure trail before
disappearing into the waistbandof his jeans. Stray hairs framed his abs,
while they weren't as well defined ashis pecs they were still noticeable. I
kissed my way down his chest and ran myfingers on his tan, pert nipples.

 Philip shuddered as Igently tweaked his nipples. "Easy boy, my nipples are
wired to my dick. Unlessyou want me to cum already..." he said before
giving me a big smile.

 I dropped to my kneesand began to undo his belt and button on his
jeans. He wasn't wearing anyunderwear, how I failed to notice that he was
not wearing any underwear wasbeyond me. I pulled down his jeans and freed
from their confines Philip's dick,leaving a nice trail of precum in it's
wake. His dick and balls were framed bya thick chrome cock ring that made
his dick look thicker, not that he neededit. With a 7.5" uncut dick and as
thick as my wrist, I was definitely in for achallenge. Several thick veins
snaked their way around the shaft of his penisbefore disappearing as they
got close to his head. I couldn't help but thinkthat his penis reminded me
of a bullet.

I started by tentativelylicking the head of his dick, cleaning off the
precum that covered his dick, Ilicked the entire shaft from the balls to
his head. He moaned in approval.Placing the head back in my mouth I made my
way down his shaft, inch by inch.The thickness of his dick proved to be
quite a challenge but I soldiered on.After some effort, I managed to get ¾
of his dick before my gag reflex kickedin. I backed off.

 "Work the balls, boy" hesaid in an audible whisper. I inhaled the right
side of his inner thigh beforeswitching to his left. From a combination of
the heat and his sweat had createdhis unique scent and musk. I moaned to
show appreciation for this opportunity.He chuckled. I bathed his balls and
taint with my tongue until they were slickwith spit. I had the urge to eat
him out as well but before I had the chance todo so he led me back to his
dick.

 I spent the next 10minutes working my mouth and tongues on his dick until
my nose touched hispubes. He sighed a breath of relief. With his dick deep
down my throat, Ilooked up to him giving him my best puppy dog eyes. Philip
placed a meaty handon each side of my face and slowly retracted his penis
from my mouth until onlymy tongue was wrapped around his head. He smiled at
me and slammed his fulllength into my mouth. He fucked my face for five
minutes without stopping, onlystopping when he felt that he was about to
cum. The telltale sign of his ballsretracting up before firing his load. He
retracted from my mouth and wiped thespit and throat slime that had built
along my mouth and throat.

 "Let's take this to mybedroom" he said and he brought me to my feet. I
realized my knees were hurtingwhen I stood up. He led me down a hallway and
at the end turned right andopened the door. His bedroom was very modest and
sparse. It included a queensized bed, a dresser, and a night stand. Several
pictures, trinkets, andpersonal effects littered his dresser.

 This is my first chapterin a short story has some basis in reality. For
now I foresee only about fourto six chapters. But I'm open to writing more
if there is a positive response.Thanks for reading

 Don't forget to e-mailme panem12_anda@att.net with
comments/concerns/critiques.