Date: Sun, 26 Dec 2004 20:53:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Joseph Paul <dallaswriter1980@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dallas Backroom

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.