Is his confidence justified? My god yes. Yes it is!

Everyone has what they like: pizza over burgers, red cars over black cars, tall people over short people…as the saying goes “Gentlemen prefer blondes”. And for me, I prefer tall guys, around my age or older, with dark skin. Although this would seem to preclude Asian men – and generally this is the case – there are always exceptions to these rules. Friday night, this exception came into play while we were out.

My friends decided to take me out for my birthday (a week late, but whatever). Part of the plan, unbeknownst to me, was Wally’s. Wally’s was a place I’ve been in the past a few times. It’s not a place I frequent as it’s normally packed with people; they’re lined up like sardines in a tin. And some smell worse than those sardines! But it’s been a while since I’ve been there and thought ‘what the hell?’ and went without protest. Besides, they paid my cover and for the drinks.

Arriving around 11PM, we snaked our way in and around, finding our favorite corner table to people watch. There were the standards in there: old men hitting on the younger, shy guys lurking like creepers, young and obnoxiously drunk boys, shirtless bears dancing taking up too much room on the dance floor and the occasional straight couple trying to cope with all gaggle of gays all around them. It made for a fun albeit subdued time.

12AM is around the time the influx slows – the door only opening sporadically for people leaving. The door opening and closing can be annoying – distracting our focus from the dance floor – but that’s were ‘our table’ is so it’s to be expected. So, when the door opened, letting in the cool gush of early morning air, I looked over and saw the best looking man I’ve seen in quite some time. He was taller than my five foot eleven frame, which isn’t ‘tall’ but above average for our area. But I could only see him from behind, as he was paying the cover at the desk. But he had black hair, wide shoulder and, what looked to be a nice, toned body. His skin looked to be a bit darker than mine, but his white shirt may have been assisting with that. I couldn’t see his legs as he was in jeans, but overall, he was checking the right boxes. Then he turned and headed to the bar. He’s Asian.

That didn’t distract from his attractiveness. If anything, it added to it! Being an American, whose ancestry is almost 100% English, I’m attracted to those different than me. And in this small-ish town, there’s not much different than an attractive, tall, toned Asian man. If only he’s gay, I thought, this could be an interesting night! He seemed to be alone as I watched him order at the bar. He turned, scanning the room as his gaze met mine. He smiled and raised his glass in a ‘cheers’ motion. I replied with a smile and head nod.

I excused myself from my group and made my way over to him. Normally, I do so nonchalantly. But tonight, it’s late and, thanks to more than two drinks, I was a bit more forward. He watched me approach as I stepped up next to him. I signaled another drink from the bar tender.

“Can I order you a drink?” I asked as the bar tender was making his way to us.

“If that’s a pickup line, it’s not too inventive” he said with a smile.

“It’s my birthday and I just didn’t want to play that game tonight” I replied.

“Well, happy birthday” he said. “And, since it’s your b-day, your drink’s on me!” he said, laying down some cash for the bartender.

“Oh! Thank you…?”

“LJ” he said.

“Thank you, LJ. I’m Vic. And that’s very nice of you! But my birthday was last week so, maybe I’ll owe you for this one?” I asked.

“You’re welcome, Vic. And sure, you can owe me. How about… $50?”

“$50?” I replied, raising my eyebrows.

“Well, that or, maybe I could get your number?”

“Smooth. I may have to use that next time” I replied with a smile. He turned to me.

“Who’s to say you’ll have a need for a ‘next time’?” My mild sense of arousal was kicked up several notches. This guy’s confident!

“Someone’s confident” I suggested.

“I have no reason not to be, do you?”

“What makes you think, if I give you a number, it will be mine?” I challenged.

“Like you said. I’m confident” he replied, smiling widely. I studied his dark eyes, hair styled expertly and dark stubble showing under his perfect skin. I ran my eyes down his body with my own sense of confidence. His button-up hung on his body just enough to show off a very toned body, ending in a French tuck. The top three buttons were left undone, allowing me to see his smooth chest. My eyes made it back up to his face. That smirk smacked of arrogance but also, a hint of kindness.

“You have an honest face. I like it. And because of that – and that only – I’ll give you my number” I said pulling out my phone. I air dropped my contact to him. “If you’d like, hit me up sometime. I’ll gladly pay you back for this drink. Cheers!” I said raising my glass. He did the same, we clinked them together, each of us taking a drink.

“Talk to you later?” I said as I walked away. After a couple steps, like a good gay, I glanced back to make sure he was still watching. He was. And he raised his glass again. I turned, satisfied, and re-joined my friends.

Throughout the night, I watched LJ, and he watched me. There was a connection and, as time came for us to leave, I felt bad. Maybe I shouldn’t have been such an arrogant dick with him, I wondered. But what’s done is done, and we jumped in the car. A few minutes later, my phone vibrated as I received a text. It was LJ. It read: ‘Nice talking 2 u 2nite. Can we meet up 2morrow?’ A warm sensation grew inside me as I replied an affirmative. By the time I was driven home, LJ and I had made plans for tomorrow night (which was now, tonight), at 8PM and Bistro 21 for dinner. Once home and showered, I dropped in bed and was out.

The next day was normal – I worked out, then tidied up around the place, hoping for a visitor tonight. Lunch, a bike ride, shower and by now I was ready for the bistro. As I was arriving, my phone went off. LJ said he had a table ready. “Interested AND early? I like this guy!” I said as I walked across the parking lot. I spotted LJ from across the room. His salmon colored tee shirt and black hair stood out, but in a good way. He spotted me as I walked towards him. He stood up and I noticed his nice chest and tan shorts, but even more, his amazing legs: tanned, toned and covered in black hair.

“Well, hello there” he said, smiling. As the bistro was better lit than the bar last night, I noticed much more how incredibly handsome he was. Yeah, he’s still cute, but much more handsome and sexy now than last night.

“I think I know you” I joked as he pulled out my chair. “What a gentleman” I said, surprised. “I’ve never had anyone do this before.”

“I’m nothing if not a gentleman” he offered.

“A handsome gentleman” I replied, which caused his perfect skin on his cheeks to flush. “Oh someone’s embarrassed. I’m sorry!”

“No. It’s fine. I just don’t get compliments like that” he said.

“Can I be honest for a second?” I asked.

“Sure. Of course.”

“Why the hell not!?!?” I asked.

“That’s a damn good question” he responded with a smile.

“You’re hanging around the wrong people, then.”

“Maybe that’s going to change now” he said.

Over the next hour we ordered our food and got to know each other. For each passing minute, I felt myself attracted to him more and more. As he talked, I made mental notes: his laugh was infectious; he’s well spoken, very well mannered, sexy as fuck – that smile oh my god! Finally, I had to ask.

“So, my new, handsome friend. Why are you single? You a serial killer or something?”

“I’m super picky. Plus, not many around here are into Asians” he admitted.

“Their loss is my gain, I hope” I suggested.

“Cheers to that!” he replied.

The time to go came and, after paying the bill, he asked if I’d like to go to his place. Of course! I mean I’m not a whore but come on! I followed him to his place – a nice area of town in a nice building. Once inside I was met by modern perfection – clean like a museum. Some may find that off putting – like it’s not ‘lived in’ – but I much rather experience that than bugs crawling over days’ old pizza boxes left on the floor!

A glass of wine was offered and accepted as we lounged on his couch, watching a terrible standup comedian on Netflix. We lamented on his inability to land more than one or two good jokes. Before I knew it, I was snuggled up next to him. I could feel the rising and falling of his chest, smell his cologne and, if I listened hard enough, hear his heartbeat. I wondered how I’m falling for a guy I just met at a bar I hardly ever attend.

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

“Honestly, I’m wondering how I met such a nice guy at a bar that I hardly go to!”

“You know what? That was my first time there!”

“Shut up!”

“Seriously. A friend suggested I go. I’m not a bar guy, really, but yeah, my first time.”

“So, I was there when you popped your Wally’s cherry?” I asked.

“Yup!”

“Well, you certainly were confident. Almost intimidatingly so.”

“I was nervous as hell” he admitted.

“Why?”

“You’re so out of my league. When I saw youI….”

“What?”

“I just knew I had to meet you.”

“You could have had any guy in there!” I said sitting up.

“I just wanted you” he replied. I leaned over and kissed him. When our lips touched, my body rang like a bell being struct by lightning. I placed my hand on his chest and leaned in further, kissing him harder. A second or two later, he pushed back to me harder, with more force that turned to passion. He stood up, pushing me back on the couch as he placed his glass of wine on the table.

As he sat his glass down, I felt him grab me and pull me up with him, our lips never parting. While standing, he caressed my head and gently explored my mouth with his tongue. To this point in my young life, my sexual experiences have been more of an aggressive kind and less tender. I could tell this time was going to be different.

I moved from his mouth to his neck, kissing gently, enjoying the smoothness of his skin. I made my way to his throat, kissing and feeling his Adam’s Apple vibrate as he moaned slightly. He seemed to like the feel of my stubble, so I slowly moved my head back and forth, scratching his tender neck with my two days’ worth of beard growth. His moaning changed to groaning to growling.

Not wanting to wait any longer, I pulled his shirt over his head. I should have done this sooner. His body was perfection times ten! I stepped back and watched his smooth, squared pecs rise and fall faster now than before, while his flat stomach slightly inflated and deflated, showing off a thin, dark trail of hair starting mid-torso and increasing as it grew down to his navel, where it ‘ended’ in a swirl of coarse hair.

“Your turn” he said. I obliged and before I had my shirt on the couch, he had his head buried in my chest hair. While no otter, I am hairier than him – at least above the waist. And he seemed to revel in it. He moved from one hair surrounded nipple to the other, then back, licking, biting, sucking until my legs weakened and I had to push him away to catch my breath.

“I wish I was hairy like you, you fucking stud” he said.

“You need to wish for nothing, my friend! Speaking of fucking…. what do you want to do now?”

“I know what I want” he replied.

“Me, too.”

“Then let’s go to the bedroom?” he suggested.

Once there, I fell to the bed, him on top of me. Our mouths met and I ran my hands across his back, feeling every muscles twitch and flex as he moved. My dick was so hard it almost hurt. I needed to get those shorts off. I ran my hand down his spine, slipping my finger under his waistband. Working my hand into them, I felt his firm ass move in sync with his body. Running my hands around to the front, I whispered “We need to get these off, big guy!”

Somehow, without his mouth leaving my neck, he unbuttoned and removed his shorts, showing his blue boxer briefs. I gasped as he chewed my neck with more passion with each passing second. I ran my hand around his strong hips around and under, feeling his hard prick. It was a lot bigger than I expected – almost as big as my above average prick.

“These need to come off, too” I suggested. He jumped off of me and quickly made himself naked. “Like this?” he asked with his trademark smirk.

I almost nutted in my shorts. He looked like a god! His hair, now slightly disheveled, stood out in contrast to his sculpted shoulders. His chest, perfectly described prior, flowed into a perfect hair covered stomach. His ‘cum gutter’ V’s on his abdomen converged in a mass of jet black hair, perfectly trimmed, which surrounded a larger than expected and surprisingly cut cock, dripping with clear liquid. Under hung two hairy balls while, not large or pendulous, seemed primed with liquid danger. His hairy thighs bulged like a runner’s, the hair continuing down to legs that could rival any male model’s.

He reached down and pulled my shorts off, exposing my heretofore tortured member, now happy to be free of its fabric prison. Without asking or suggested, he knelt and took me into his mouth. My body wrenched as his hot mouth worked my cock. His motions, his pressure, his tongue, how he could have me down his throat without any teething issues… and what he could do to me once I was down his throat! I couldn’t help it and without any warning I blew my load right then.

LJ didn’t miss a beat, he swallowed every once of me and, as he did so, he slid a finger into my convulsing hole. Somehow, he was able to get three fingers in me before my last shot. He pried me open with his fingers. In my ejaculation, I didn’t feel any pain or discomfort. This guy knew what he was doing!

He pulled off of me while he continued to finger my hole, my dick bouncing with his flick of my prostrate. He kissed me. I could still smell his cologne and his tongue, wet with myself, now bathed my mouth in the remanence of my own seed.

“I want inside you” he whispered.

“Oh god please!” I begged.

He rolled off me, his fingers popping out of my hole. He grabbed a rubber and lube. Standing next to me, he started rolling on the rubber. I took that opportunity to scoot under his balls and, hanging my head over the edge of the bed, I proceeded sucking on his balls, burying my nose in his dark, hairy taint. He chuckled with pleasure, falling on top of me, catching himself on my hip.

“Fuuuuckkkk” he hissed as I bathed those two smaller but potent male eggs. Regaining some of his composure, he pushed himself off of me and, pulling his left nut out of my mouth with a wet ‘pop’, he spread my legs, pushed them to my chest and slapped a bit of lube on my quivering hole. He placed each of my hairy legs on his shoulder and pushed. I felt his head and it quickly popped in, thanks to his finger work previously. But, as I don’t normally bottom, he hit some tightness further in.

But it didn’t matter – he’s stronger than he looks. He pushed in and I felt my insides split. Inch by inch he slowly forced more of him into me until he was resting on my ass. He leaned down and kissed me. I felt his dick pull out slightly as he did so, but he remained in me enough. As he kissed me, he ground his hips, using his cut knob to spread and loosen me up more. I cried groans and moans into his mouth as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist. With that, he started doing what I found out, he’s very, very good at.

Without removing his mouth from mine, he started slowly and sped up to a motion I’ve never experienced before. The weight of his body pressing on my (now hard again) cock, the motions of his pole inside me, the moans and groans we exchanged into each other’s mouths and the physical heat our bodies generated was intense. Without moving from the position, he spoke into my mouth and said, “I’m close!”

“Want to cum in me? Raw” I managed to whisper back into his mouth.

“Mm hmmm” he replied. He pulled out of me with a pop, tore off the rubber, and assumed the same position before I could catch my breath, his face inches from mine. I could actually feel the skin of his prick inside me now, running in and out of my chamber. His body was pushing out more clear liquid from me and, as his knob knocked on my prostrate, I lost it again. I started to cry out and he dropped his mouth on to mine and I screamed into his mouth as my cock shot more liquid between of bodies. By my third moan, he, too, returned his moan back into me, taking my breath away as he dumped a copious amount of LJ seed into me. I could feel the first few shots hit inside me. My body shook as he continued to cry into my lungs. Between his weight on me, his moaning into my lungs and his continual pumping of seed into me, I was about to black out. Even though he was ejaculating into me, his thrusting never stopped. Once we both fell silent, all I could hear was the wet smack of skin on skin coming from our waists as he kept thrusting.

Eventually he pulled his body up off of me, allowing me to take a few deep breaths. But he wasn’t done. Even though my cock has done its job twice, it stayed hard. I saw his belly hair was wet with my second round of seed, continued flexing as he continued thrusting into me. My hole was sending pain and pleasure to my brain and I wasn’t sure if I should make him stop of encourage him more! While contemplating, he sped up faster than ever. His eyes closed, and he threw his head back. He slammed into me once. I felt another jolt of liquid. Then he pulled back, slammed into me again. Another jolt of liquid. This guy was going for round two! Bam. Slap. Swack. Each time another jolt of liquid shot into me, flushing out what was already there. Then with one, final, thrust, he slammed into me and held himself there.

I wondered what to do next as he stood there, having me impaled, eyes closed, his chest rising and falling, but more slowly with each passing second. Finally, he looked down at me, his hair a mess, and smiled, that fucking smirk. My god, I wanted him again! But I knew we both needed a break. He smiled and slowly, pulled out of me. I felt my bloated insides start to empty as he rose up off the bed, his wet and black bush plastered with white cream, his dick hard and shiny and just as curved upwards as it was before this all started.

He collapsed next to me, putting his head on my chest. The next thing I knew, I was waking up, sticky with my own sperm and my hole cold with his cooling semen. I rolled out from under him and headed to the bathroom to clean up. Once ‘clean’, I returned to the room, to find him sleeping peacefully. I spooned up next to him and closed my eyes.

That was three years ago last month. We moved in together not long after that. And while our sex life is great, it pales in comparison to our normal lives. I guess this is what being in love means.