Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2002 19:34:33 EST
From: Botpuppy@aol.com
Subject: The Kid at the Bar, Part 2

The Kid at the Bar
Part 2
By: Botpuppy @aol.com


This is the Way that Mark Remembers It

My dick was hard and I was nervous, but when I saw him looking for a
light, I figured it was now or never and grabbed a pack of matches from
the bar. I burned my fingers when the first match burned down, but lit
another, and he steadied my hand as he lit up.

Next thing I knew, I was up against the wall with his body tight against
me, so close that I could feel his body heat and his dick hard against
me. The denim of his jeans didn't prevent me from realizing that he had a
big thick prick, a cocksucker's dream. I knew then that I was going to
get his dick in my mouth if I had to beg him for it. I fantasized about
being on my knees for him, my dream come true. I knew I was in for
something when his armpit was in my face. It was embarrassing, but his
smell and raw power overcame my pride and I began to lick the thick black
hair in submission. I never guessed that a man's smell would turn me on
this way. But something about him just made me want to obey him and lick
him, knowing that was what he wanted and if that alone was going to be my
reward, I was willing although I longed to feel his hard maleness inside
me.

When he guided my hand to his crotch, I had to fight to keep from cumming
my briefs. The heft of his balls and the length and thickness of his cock
made my own dick begin to ooze with that familiar liquid that usually
preceded my orgasm. I wanted him badly but had second thoughts as I
followed him into the men's room. Was I going to have to suck his dick in
here? What would happen if someone came in? Me on my knees, his cock
thrusting into me, maybe splattering his load all over me as a stranger
watched. But I did as he said, but I paused a few minutes hoping it
wouldn't be too obvious that I was following him. When I got there he was
standing at the urinal, and, seeing me unzipped and let his half-hard
dick hang out. He told me to hold it while he prepared to piss in the
urinal.

Hold his dick while he pissed? What was I getting myself into? But my
hand went to his dick and held it lightly, amazed that I couldn't close
my fist around its thickness. The feeling was intense and overcame my
fear. His cock swelled as his piss stream gushed noisily against the
porcelain, and it seemed only natural that I would bend down to lick the
remains from his dick I wondered what I would have done if he had wanted
to use me instead of the urinal. Thank God no one came in.

I had heard of guys wearing rings or straps around their balls and cocks,
but this was the first time I had seen one. Then he took the strap from
around his cock and fastened it on my wrist. I was aware that people
would realize that it wasn't a bracelet, but it was his and I would wear
it and cherish the memory of this experience.

I was thrilled that he offered me a ride, but did a double take when he
opened the door to a new Lexus and wondered how a college guy could
afford a car like this, but said nothing. He switched on the ignition,
then turned to face me, his arm around my shoulder as he drew me closer
to him. I began to inhale in short rapid breaths as I felt the strength
of his arm pulling me tight against him, his fingers finding my heaving
chest, then a nipple. Then he tilted my head up with his other hand and
bent down to kiss me.

His kiss was persistent and demanding, and my lips parted to accept the
penetration of his tongue. All the while, his fingers toyed with my
nipple which seemed to be as hard as my dick now. I felt my dick oozing
again and wondered if I was going to have an orgasm right here. Then his
index finger was between my lips, replacing his tongue, soon to be
replaced by his middle finger while the rest of his fingers held my face
in a gentle but firm grasp.

I willingly sucked on his fingers. My breaths were coming shallower now,
and more frequently, and I recognized the familiar approach to a climax,
just as real as the ones I have had while jerking off. But I hadn't even
touched my dick and neither had he; how could this be happening?

But it did. I let out a deep moan into his big rough palm. My dick
spurted my load into my briefs, and I continued to moan with his finger
still exploring the insides of my cheeks and tongue. He didn't say
anything but he must have known what had happened because he removed his
finger and relaxed his grip on my arm. He held me this way for a moment,
allowing my breathing to return to almost normal.

We drove the short distance back to the campus, not speaking. He pulled
up at the frosh dorm, and I turned back to him. "Jack, can I see you
again, then adding, please?" He sat back, looked at me for a minute,
which seemed like an hour. Then, "11 o'clock, jock's dorm, suite 1510,
don't be late."He traced his finger down my nose, then across my lips. "I
got some business to take care of, babe, later." With that he pulled away
and I headed up to our room.

My roommate was lying on his bed, reading something. "Hey bud, he called.
You look kinda frazzled. You been out with Linda again?" "Uh yeah" I
lied. "You should dump her dude, I see she got you off with a hand job
again, that must be getting frustrating by this time. Maybe you ought to
wear a rubber even if she won't put out, man, your load is going to stain
your jeans" I just grunted and began to get ready for Jack.

I showered the cum off me. Damn it feels so good at the time but when it
gets cold and your dick sticks to your briefs, it doesn't feel so good
anymore. I took a long hot shower, and went back to my room to dress,
thankful that no one was in the shower room to comment about the smell of
my cum. This time I did like Jack had done and forgot my briefs. My
roomie had left our room, because I didn't want to have to invent some
lie about where I was going now, and so I didn't need to explain why I
was freeballing . I figured I'd imitate Jack again, and used no
deodorant. A fresh pair of Jeans and a button down, shirttails hanging,
and I was ready for him.