Dom Does Dallas

Dom didn't have any explicit plans to celebrate his 40th birthday. He'd figured it was more than enough to curl up with a bottle of wine and some good books on the day of, but then there's that saying about life being what happens when you're busy making other plans.

The ticket came into his inbox a few days before his birthday. It was from his little brother and had a note attached:

I'll be in France for business all month. Stay at my place in Dallas and get out of the cold for a bit. Just wash the sheets before you leave, you animal.

It was a joke, of course. Dom had always been fastidious and recently he'd been all but celibate. It had been a year since his Big Breakup, but it felt like longer. He knew that this was his little brother's way of consoling him and maybe telling him that it was time to start enjoying things again. Dom stared at the email for a long time thinking about how to politely decline and then it occurred to him that he didn't have to. More then that he didn't want to. 

He sent his brother a simple text as a follow up: I'm gonna' fuck in your bed.

That was also, of course, a joke. At least it started as one, but once Dom arrived in the city, it was like the warm weather activated something within him, something that had been dormant for long enough that Dom didn't even fully realize he'd been missing it. Even though it started at the airport, it didn't fully hit him until he was in the back of an Uber chatting up the extraordinarily handsome first-generation Syrian driver who was telling Dom about his interests in art history and his dream of becoming a music producer. Dom knew close to nothing about either subject, but he did know that the kid was making him chub up something fierce in his too-tight shorts.

So when the driver dropped him off at his brother's place, Dom took a risk. He sheepishly asked, "Hey I don't know how this works with your driving gig, but uh, would you like to come inside?"

And the dude just grinned. "For sure."

Dom stumbled around the darkened condo looking for light switches and bedrooms, while the driver—whose name was Amin—just followed and smiled. Christ, Dom thought, what a smile!

"Is this an air-bnb? "Amin asked once Dom found the main bedroom.

"Nah. It's my brother's place. I'm just a bad sibling and haven't visited since he moved in. We've both been so busy…"

"So we should try not to mess it up then?" 

Dom laughed. "Fuck that." 

Amin the Uber driver had a tight, furry body and a taste for oral. He got down on his knees on the bedroom floor. He was so impatient to get Dom's shorts off that he just pulled them down the older man's thighs and started sucking cock for all he was worth. His mouth was as sweet as his words were charged.

"Gimme' your cock, man. Fuck, you're so hard. I've been thinking about this dick since I saw packed into those shorts," Amin said.

Dom put his hands on the back of Amin's head and humped the furry fucker's throat. Amin made loud, high pitched grunts and his eyes rolled back in sublime pleasure. Dom had intended to return the cocksucking favor, but Amin—hands working double time at his fly—ended up shooting his load right there on Rory's carpet.

"Holy shit, man," Dom said, seeing no reason to delay his own orgasm. He pressed his hips forward and spewed right into Amin's welcome, moaning mouth. The two of them were breathless after, and Amin said, "You know, I think you'd do well at Longhorn Jim's."

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

"A local bar. Fun place on the weekends. Especially for guys as hot as you."

Dom tried not to blush. He didn't get called hot so often these days and certainly not from super sexy younger dudes.

"Cool. Maybe I'll cheek it out," Dom said. 

Amin smiled. "Why wait?"

So that's how Dom found himself dick deep in a twink less than an hour later. The twink had his legs up in a sling, exposing his puffy previously fucked hole, and Dom powered into him. The twink let loose a torrent of expletives and cum, shooting ropes into his own mouth to much applause. 

Dom was content to stop there, but Longhorn Jim's had a fairly small back room and a surplus of horny bottoms who'd hungrily watched the twink get the cum pounded out of him by the burly yankee with the backwards cap. The offers kept on coming and Dom—wanting to be polite—just kept taking them on. 

There was an Asian punk with bright red dyed hair and a shy, quiet college student who almost made no noises at all as Dom slid into him and opened him up. With each fuck, Dom got more comfortable and cocky. By the sixth guy he was fucking them right up against the bar while guys sat on stools around them groping Dom's meaty chest and ass or feeding the bottoms drinks that sloshed all over their faces as Dom turned their asses into fuck-sleeves. 

He'd always been told that he had superhum­an stamina, but he'd never had an opportunity to really test his ability. But after the seventh bottom had rolled out of the sling flushed and covered in his own cum, Dom looked down at his rigid, red cock and figured that there might be something to the legend. He started carrying on with a little more swagger after that, which drove the hungry boys of the Longhorn Jim's even wilder. 

In between his seventh and eighth fuck, Dom stumbled to the bar on sex drunk legs and Amin, still the sexiest guy in the bar, bought him a drink, or at least tried.

Instead the bartender pushed Amin's money back across the bar at him.

"This is the most fun our clients have had all year. Drinks are on the house," the bartender said, then winked. "Granted I get railed next."

Dom's cock throbbed in the tattooed bartender's direction.

"Hell yeah. Happy Birthday to me," Dom said.