Make Out and Blow Job Session

One of the local bars was having a bear night and they had a dark room in the basement that opened up around midnight – San Francisco still has a couple of these left over from the 60’s. So I pay my cover and make my way past the hordes of bearded and plaid-clad men lining the walls, with the thump, thump, thump of the music vibrating overhead. You can always feel their eyes following you as you walk through the joint, like a bunch of hyenas assessing their prey.

I pushed my way through the meat locker and found my way down to the basement, just in time cause they were turning off the lights. My eyes adjust to the dark as streaks of light stream out from the men’s room. Silhouettes come into focus of all shapes and sizes of men grabbing their dicks and rubbing their denim packages, I’m in the right place. Guys start to pair up off into the corners; multiple mounds of man flesh become one. Belt buckles clanking, t-shirts being pulled up over their heads and 6’ tall men now dropping to their knees. There was heavy breathing, panting, slurping, moaning and sweating with the ripe smell of man scent in the air, floating all around that dank dark basement. Tall, short, big, small, hairy, smooth and you never know who will be attracted to whom – I couldn’t call it if I tried. Everybody was moving around the room, repositioning to get a better look at the action in the shadows and sometimes joining in, hands and arms coming out of the darkness to invite you into the circle.

It was about an hour that went by and I wasn’t getting any play, same old story. What I liked, wasn’t interested in me and what was interested in me, I wasn’t. Shit even at 40 you get a bit self-conscious. So I look at all the different guys dry humping and burying their faces into each other crotches and I thought for a moment, am I too pretty? Cause there was a definite dirty, raunchy and the harrier the better vibe – no judgment, but I thought I was out of my weight class. I had been watching this short, tight muscular guy move around the room. Hands grabbing at him as he kindly pushed them away. Cute, compact and a little thick, plus he was around my age – hard to find. He had been doing this for about 30 minutes and I thought he was definitely not interested, damn was I wrong. Next thing you know he’s standing next to me and we’re coyly swapping stolen glances like a couple of teenage guys in the locker room. I smile and finally he stands right in front of me, all 5’ 7” of him and the first thing he does is kiss me. Nearly knocked me off my fucking feet; soft, wet and gentle kisses full on the lips with just enough tongue. I reached my left arm around and placed it on the back of his neck, pulling him in closer. There is nothing like a good kisser to help lose one’s self in ecstasy. He clamped on and folded right into my body, our arms wrapped around each other. Our mouths locked together, sloppy, wet and lost in each other. My hands reaching around to cradle the small of his back, he’s small enough for me to physically pick up and set right on top of my dick. That small tight ass spread apart, throbbing for my dick, as I walk him over to the wall and bang him up against it – if only, one thing at a time. His jock pushing against mine as he reaches down to feel me up, good hands another couple moments and he freed my dick from its confines. He’s got a nice dick too, thick and swelling as he pushes my shirt up and our cocks are rubbing against each other in between our bellies as we press ourselves together while making out. I’m drenched, sweating like a pig, but damn he kisses good and he feels great in my arms.

He keeps playing with our dicks, jacking them back and forth, getting both of us rock hard and then he bends over puts my cock in his mouth. Warm, soft and wet and he starts pushing his lips up and down the shaft, oooohhhhh now I’m gently moaning and...