Big Mistake

BigMistake

   Everyone makes mistakes in life and I was no exception. Luckily, I never made one that ended up with me in jail or becoming a drug addict but sometimes I think some of mine were just as bad, like this one.  

   There is a gay bar downtown that I just love going to. It’s been around since the late 1800’s and started out as a saloon complete with food, gambling and “soiled doves” (just love that phrase! I went to being a real bar in the early 1900’s although it still had food and I’ll bet the doves were still around only the gambling was missing. Then in the 1920’s it became known as a “queer” bar and stayed that way until it became a Gay bar in the 80’s. The atmosphere was unbelievable with original hardwood floors, a carved back bar that had come all the way from Sweden back when it first opened. It had a huge horseshoe shaped, beveled glass mirror in the center and what seemed to be hundreds of little glass frontedcabinets. I was in love with the bar and the back bar and after I’d been going there for a while and the owners got to know me, they let me go behind the bar to really check it out! They had a band on the weekends and a large dance floor plus pool tables in the front out of the dancer’s way. Needless to say, it was my hangout pretty well every weekend and sometimes during the week.

   A little about myself before everyone starts thinking I was a total barfly I had just turned 21 when I first found the place and had been going there for about three years. I remember it well because it was on my 24th birthday when I made the mistake. Anyway, I had been introduced to the gay lifestyle when I was really to young to know anything but since I had been accepting the fact that I liked boys better than girls even back then it wasn’t much of a push to get me involved. After that first encounter I never doubted myself again. I have always been on the small side and at 24 I was only 5’5” and right at 110 lbs. I also had feminine features and an ass that could make a lot of girls jealous when I wore shorts. That feature caused me no end of problem during high school! The other thing about me that I truly hated in school was the fact that I had very full lips, big lips or pussy lips were some of the nicer things I was called back then. I wasn’t into crossdressing or anything like that at the time but I did take advantage of my looks by letting my hair grow long and dressing to show off what I had. Yes, I could be a bit of a slut when the mood struck by mainly I was single, lived alone, worked hard and like to enjoy life. I spent lots of nights having fun and dancing at the bar and going home by myself at the end of the night. The only part of my life that would cause me disappointment occasionally, was the fact that I had no close friends. I knew a lot of people, but none that were that close. Some of those “friends” were the reason I was looking forward to going to the bar that Friday night. They had found out it was my birthday and wanted me to come celebrate it with them.

   I was tired by the time I got off work on Friday and even considered skipping the bar and just hanging around the house in my robe and being lazy but they were expecting me to show up and I didn’t want to disappoint them, plus, by the time I was out ofthe shower I was feeling more with it and starting to get a little excited about going. It wasn’t going to be a big deal since I figured there would only be about four people that knew it was my birthday and I thought it would be like any other Friday night just with a couple of toasts and happy Birthdays thrown in. I decided to be comfortable for dancing that night so I picked a pair of worn and faded jeans and a tank top. I added a pair of sneakers and called it good. I will admit, the jeans were about one size to small but they were stretched well and I liked the way they made my ass look. Most of the time at work I wore my hair in a man-bun, under a hat. People at work knew I had long hair but no one had ever seen it down and had no idea the when loose it fell below my shoulders. I decided to go with a pony tail that night so it wouldn’t fly around while I danced. By eight o’clock I was ready to head out. 

   I always take a cab when I go out, especially if I’m planning on drinking. I’ve been known to over indulge a few times and the owners here knew me well enough to always call me a cab when they thought I had. He dropped me at the front of the bar, after I got out he called me back to the window and asked if I’d need a cab later because he’d be more than happy to come back and get me. I had the feeling from the way he was smiling at me and looking at where he was dropping me, he had a different kind of ride in mind. I smiled back and told him that I never knew but I might. He gave me a card with his number on it and told me to call anytime. I stood there as he drove away thinking that I just might do that sometime, he was a really nice looking older guy, the kind that can really turn me on. Still thinking about him I turned to go in the bar when I felt a hand rub my ass. I jumped and turned to see who the hell had done that only to seethe laughing face of one of my pool playing friends. “Nice ass baby” he said. “why, thank you” I replied. He was one of the people that I felt comfortable kidding around with there. I had my “pool playing friends” that I could joke around with and flirt even though none of them had ever made a serious attempt to go any farther. I was like they or myself wanted to take a chance on messing up our friendship with sex. Strange, but it worked for us.

   As soon as my eyes adjusted to the low lights of the bar I saw one of my friends waving from a table in the back and started weaving my way over. As I got closer I could see four people at the table but only two of them I recognized. I had thought there was going to be four friends but there were two older black guys sitting at the table. The one who had been waving stood up as I reached the table, gave me a big hug and started introducing me to the two strangers. Another thing about time, I’m terrible with names. If you introduce me to someone for the first time the name just seems to go in one ear and right out the other without even slowing down in the middle. I need to hear someone’s name at least half a dozen times before I can even think of remembering it so I just did my normal thing, smiled, shook hands and sat down. As I was getting settled my friend explained that the other two were running late but they would be there and the strangers were friends of his who had come to visit. He said he hoped that I didn’t mind but since they were stuck in a motel for the weekend he decided to invite them along for the night. I assured him that I didn’t mind at all and that I wasn’t planning on staying too late anyway. 

   I was trying to get the waiters attention to order a drink when I saw him headed our way with a tray. I got a big surprise when he stopped at our table and sat four beers in front of me. My friend just laughed and said that they all wanted to buy me abirthday drink but didn’t realize they had all ordered at the same time. I tooka sip of one while one of the strange guys said I needed to chug them quick before they got warm, and that’s where the mistake started!

   We spent the next thirty min. or so chatting and getting to know each other while waiting for the band to set up. The other two guys finally made it and went through another round of introductions. I found out that the new guys were old friends of one of my guys and that they had worked together before. I asked how they like the bar and had their friend whispered to me that they both knew it was a gay bar and it was cool because they were both Bi. 

   I was asked to dance shortly after the band started and since it was a slow dance I was checking out our table as we moved around the floor. All of the guys sitting there were quite a bit older than me with the youngest being somewhere in his 40’s and the oldest being at least 60 whereas the guy dancing with me was in his late 20’s. It still surprised me every so often to realized that I was a lot more attracted to the guys at the table than the young guy dancing with me. I don’t know why but I’ve always be attracted to older men. They all seemed to be having fun talking, laughing and watching me trying to keep the guys hands off my ass while dancing and I realized that I was enjoying being there and was glad I hadn’t skipped tonight.

   I was really having a lot of fun being the center of attention at our table. I knew I was drinking to much as the night wore on but just didn’t seem to want to stop or have the night end. Other people were hearing of it being my birthday and it seemed like every person in the bar wanted to buy me a drink so there was never an empty glass in front of me. I danced with each of the guys including both the black guys who seemed to be a little uncomfortable but asked me anyway. The second one I had to hang onto a little tighter than normal because I was getting a little tipsy by then.

   We were just a bunch of friends drinking and having fun until I needed to go to the bathroom. I swayed a little as I stood up and one of the black guys jumped up, took my arm in his hand and told everyone he would walk me back to make sure I was OK.I thought that was very nice of him and off we went. All I wanted to do was pee and get back to the party but I seemed to be having a little trouble getting the zipper down on my too tight pants. For some reason, I found that to be funny and was laughing to myself as I tried to get it down. I glanced over next too me to make some crack about not being able to unzip when I saw him watching me and smiling. I thought he was finding it as funny as I was until I glanced down. He was standing there with his black cock in his hand watching me. Even being a little drunk I could see that it was hard and he was stroking it as he smiled at me. I felt a shock go through me from my eyes directly to my ass! Istopped fumbling with my zipper and just stared at it, so hard, so shiny, so kissable! What the hell was I doing? I hadn’t even been thinking about sex the whole night and one look at a cock and I was ready to fall on my knees and suck it right there in the bathroom! I turned back to the wall, yanked my zipper down did my business and walked out without saying a word. He caught up with me as we left the room and took my arm again. I didn’t feel tipsy at all by then but didn’t say anything even though I felt a jolt again as his hand touched me and a vision of his hard cock popped into my mind.

   When we got back to the table I downed half a glass of beer trying to cool myself down and catch my breath. Luckily his friend ask to dance and I gladly accepted. I was watching our table as we danced and saw that all the guys had their heads together talking and glancing up at us. I could feel myself getting embarrassed because I was sure he was telling them about what happened. I buried my face in my partners chest and was thinking that maybe I should just have them call me a cab and go home. I had been thinking of nothing but enjoying myself and partying tonight and now I couldn’t get the picture of hard cocks out of my mind. I knew how I could get when I drank to much and knew I had made some of the worst decisions about guys while I was drunk, I really didn’t want a repeat tonight! I was so wrappedup in my thoughts that I barely noticed when my partner put his hands on my hips and pulled me to him but I sure noticed the feel of his hard cock rubbing me through his pants! What the hell? I was trying to get my mind off sex and now I was being dry humped on the dance floor! Since there was such a height difference between us he was rubbing his cock against my stomach and he moved his hands up to my waist, pulled me closer and really started to grind it against me. I couldn’t deny that it felt good and from the bulge it made it must have been a nice size. Hell, it was only one dance and since I had made up my mind to leave after it I figured I might as well enjoy it.

   When the dance was over and we got back to the table everyone was watching us and smiling. More embarrassment,I knew they had seen what he was doing and that I made no move to stop him. I started making excuses about needing to leave and even started to get up but everyone kept asking me to please stay even going so far as to promise that nothing was going to happen except having a few more drinks and having fun before the night ended. I’m not sure I believed them but I really didn’t want to leave so I let them talk me into staying. If I would have been smart enough to stop drinking things might have turned out differently but, like a fool I kept going.

   Things got a little fuzzy after that mainly because one of the guys decided I needed a drink of bourbon for my birthday and I had had to many to remember that me and hard liquor did not get along! I remember a few things after that, sitting at the table with a hand on each of my thighs, having someone whisper in my ear that he would give anything to feel my lips wrapped around his cock, having someone walk me to the bathroom with his hand on my as, having a hard cock in my hand while standing in the hallway being kissed. Somewhere in the haze we left the bar because I remember the bartender asking if I needed a cab. I’m pretty sure I told him no because my friends were going to make sure I got home OK. The next thing I remembered was being in a room, sitting on a bed. I was surprised to find myself naked because I didn’t remember taking my clothes off. I was having trouble focusing on things with my head spinning the way it was but all of a sudden there was a hard-black cock right in front of my face and someone was telling me to open wide. At one point, I was on my knees with a cock in my mouth and crying because someone was fucking my ass and it hurt. I remember trying to move away from the cock but being held by my haps and yanked back on it. That was the last thing I remember.

   My first thought was God what a night and the second was I sure hope I’ve been dreaming as I opened my eyes. Ouch, the light hurt, my head hurt, my jaws hurt and my ass really hurt! Oh shit. That means I wasn’t dreaming! My eyes flew open as I tried to figure out where the hell I was I was in a bed, which sure wasn’t mine and there was a huge black back lying next to me! I scooted back away from it when I realized there was another body lying behind me! I froze, barely able to breath when I felt and saw an arm drop over my waist and felt myself being pulled back.Next thing I knew there was a cock rubbing against my ass cheeks and a mouth kissing the back of my neck. “Good morning baby” someone whispered in my ear.This was too much! I bolted up in the bed and looked around. I was in what looked like a motel room in bed with both the black guys from the night before and if that wasn’t bad enough two of my “Friends” were sprawled out on the floor, both naked! What the hell had I done? I didn’t know for sure but from the fact that my jaws were super sore, the inside of my thighs were sticky and still wet and it felt like I was sitting in a huge wet spot I had a sinking idea of what it must have been.

   All of them were awake now, smiling at me and saying good morning like nothing had happened. I was panicking and just wanted to find my clothes, get dressed and get the hell out of there. One of the guys in bed put his arm around my waist and pulled me over onto his lap. “Damn, he’s ready for round two!” he said. I was wiggling around trying to get off his lap but he must have thought otherwise because I could feel his cock getting hard under my ass. I told him No, I was sorry but I shouldn’t have been there and I needed to leave. He said I could leave as soon as I took care of his morning wood and tried to pick me up high enough to sit me on his cock God, what was I going to do! If he was determined to fuck me there wasn’t a lot I was going to be able to do to stop him. As he raised me up and I felt the tip of his cock against my hole I couldn’t help it, I broke down and started crying.

  The other guys all started talking at once telling him to knock it off and that it was obvious that I wasn’t in any mood to play around. He moved me over to the edge of the bed where I just sat hunched over trying to stop shaking and crying. My friends both jumped up and started gathering up my cloths and bringing them to me. After a few min. I could sort them out and start putting them on. They all apologized as I started getting dressed. They seemed to all believe that I had been a willing partner the night before but I could tell from the way my friends were looking down as they talked that they knew I had been too drunk to know what I was doing. I didn’t say anything because I was ashamed of the fact that I knew something might happen and that I should have stopped drinking and went home when I first thought of it, so I couldn’t entirely blame them. By the time I was dressed I had calmed down quite a bit. They called a cab for me and assured me that I didn’t have to worry about the fare as they would pay for me to get home. It was going to take at least 20 in. for the cab to get there and it was a little awkward sitting in a motel room with four nude guys. It got even more awkward when they thought that what I needed to really cheer me up was to start explaining, in detail, what I had done and what had been done to me the night before. They seemed to be pretty impressed with my performance and all agreed that I had worn them all out and still wanted more and just to make sure I should feel proud of myself they informed me that that the other two guys felt the same way and the only reason they weren’t there is that they both had to work that day. The more they talked the redder I got and the more worried I was getting. I couldn’t help but notice that as they were talking and comparing notes things were starting to grow. They were all hard by then and both black guys were looking at me and stroking their cocks. The one closest to me moved to the edge of the bed and put his feet on the floor, he spread his legs as he continued to stroke his cock and watch me. Damn cab, where the hell are you? I was beginning to think I wasn’t going to get out of that room without at least having to suck some cock. Right as he started to stand up I heard the sound of a horn from the parking lot. I jumped up to head for door but they hopped up to give me a hug. I had to go down the line and listen to each of them trying to apologies and tell me how much they enjoyed it and how much each of them wanted to fuck me again. They each had to have me hold their cocks while they were doing this. I was so glad to finally get to the door I smiled to myself and decide to tease them a little so I bent down and took the last one cock in my mouth for a second, stood back up, told them By and got the hell out of there!