Jim and his blind date

The patio wasn’t too full, but that didn’t stop me from people watching, one of my favorite past times. Where we were at, there’s tons of attractive people of both sexes (and sometimes of a sex I’m not sure I know). Even though this is a gay area, predominately, straight people come here, too. And that’s what makes it enjoyable: not only one kind of person. And there’s almost never any issues. Sometimes the lesbians argue, a gay guy is too forward with the ‘accidental touching’ and the straight chick thinks her man is checking out another chick. But normally, it’s all good.

Drink in hand, wondering why there’s not more people on the patio on such a gorgeous day, I hear a motorcycle. I love motorcycles. Not the big, blingy kind, but the crotch rocket kind. Something about their screeching, high revving engines, their shape and colors do it for me. Not to mention that almost always, the rider is a hot guy. Turning my head, I focus in on the noise, my eyes lock in on the yellow and purple bike. Gawdy, some would say. But I’ve never been much on allowing others to sway my opinion. Sometimes that works in my favor, other times, it doesn’t. Like with my ex. Everyone – and I mean everyone – told me to beware. But did I listen? Nope. And I suffered for it. And while six months seemed like a long time now, it was then. But that was months ago, and I’ve moved on – on with everything but my dating life. It’s not for the lack of trying. And I know I’m a good looking guy – a catch. But after six long months of emotional and financial abuse, well, it took its tollon my confidence.

Pity party over – back to the bike.

I watch it pull up in front of the patio where the bikes park. His muscular forearm twists the key and the bike dies. The rider swings his toned, hairy blonde leg over the seat and dismounts. Good so far, I thought. He must live close, riding a bike in that I thought. He reaches up and undoes and removes his helmet. Damn. Pretty boy for sure. Way, way, WAY out of my league, I thought. I mean I consider myself a solid eight but this guy… a 9½ for sure. He runs his fingers through his golden blonde hair, and it immediately falls into place. I watch him stride up the walkway to the hostess. They chat for a while before she directs him inside. Too bad, I thought. Then, they appear around from the corner. She sits him at the table next to me – at my one o’clock position. Alone.

I don’t mind drinking and/or dining alone. But this guy sure didn’t seem to care for it too much. He kept looking at his phone, presumably checking the time. With his back slightly angled to me, I studied his wide shoulders, my eyes making their way to his amazing legs once again. I wonder what woman would stand up this piece of meat!?!

After thirty minutes or so, I could see he’s getting annoyed. Uncharacteristically of me, I lean over.

“Nice bike, man” I said.

He turned, eyebrow arched. “Oh. Thanks” he says, his voice masculine and rumbled deep within me. His hazel eyes seemed to glitter in the shadow he cast, somehow.

“Waiting for someone?” I asked.

“Huh? Oh yeah. Blind date. I hate blind dates” he replied.

“God… I couldn’t agree more” I replied. “The question is, how long do you wait before you call them?” 

“The better question is” he started, turning his body around “is if you don’t want to meet, why do you agree to it in the first place?!?”

“Amen to that! I’m Tony, by the way.”

“Jim” he replied.

“Well, Jim, I’d wondered what kind of woman would be late to a date with a guy who owns such a cool bike?”

“The kind with a penis” he replied, smiling.

“Oh. My bad.” I offered. “But that’s even worse. Women… they don’t have a good sense of what’s good for them. But men – we know what we want.”

“Well, this one doesn’t it seems” he replied, checking his phone again.

“Obviously. Nor does he know what he’s missing” I said with a smile. Somehow, though this guy’s is out of my league, I’m working him like I did ‘back in the day’.

“Well, he’s got about five more minutes before I call it” he replied.

“Or… you could swing that chair around and we could, I don’t know, talk bikes?”

He smiled and seemed to think for a minute before he stood up, turned around, straddled his chair and pushed it to my table. “I’d like that” he said.

“What’s your pleasure?”

“Rum and coke” he said. I ordered two with the waitress and we started to talk.

We did talk bikes for a bit, then jobs and the typical things one talks about when they first meet someone. About ten minutes later, this stunning example of a man walks up to his table. If Jim’s a 9½, this guy’s a 40. I have never, ever, seen a man this attractive in my life. But, there was a sense of arrogance about him. I looked up at him, Joe turning around following my gaze. 

“I think you have company” I said in the process. Jim turned. “Hey. You Jim?” the man asked.

“Yeah. You Clayton?”

“Yeah. So what’s good here” Clayton said, sitting down while I looked on, wide eyed.

“So, Clayton” Jim says looking at his phone. “Were we supposed to be here at six or seven?”

“Six.”

“Well, it’s five after seven now” Jim said.

“Yeah, but…” Clayton said, moving his hands up and down his own body “… you don’t mind waiting for this, right?” Clayton smiled.

“Actually…” Jim started. “…it’s rude to be late and not call or text.”

Clayton leaned in. “What do you say we get out of here and I’ll make it up to you?”

Jim leaned in close to Clayton. “What do you say you go home. Alone.” Clayton sat back looking confused. He looked at me, I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. “Fuck you, man!” Clayton shouted. 

“Not a chance. I’m having a good time with my friend here. No need for a third wheel. Bah-bye!” Jim said turning around to me. I was dumfounded. But Clayton, well, he was stupefied. I don’t think that boy has ever had someone say ‘no’ to him in his life. He stormed out, Jim not batting an eye. As Clayton walked down the walk, he glared at Jim. Jim paid him no mind.

When Clayton was far enough away, I busted out laughing. 

“Was that your date?!?” I asked.

“Such as it was.”

“I’ve never had a blind date like that before!”

“It’s not the first time something like that’s happened to me before” he said.

“Wow. Um… well… ok then. I don’t know what to say to all that!”

Jim stood up and turned his chair around properly. “Care for something to eat?”

“Uh. Yeah. Sure man!” I flagged down the server. We ordered some food and we talked. And talked. And talked. I didn’t even notice the sun setting until the late night chill enveloped us.

“Damn, Jim. It’s late” I said.

He looked at his phone. “Shit. It is!”

“I didn’t notice how late it was” I said.

“Me either. But that happens when you’re enjoying your company.”

I felt my cheeks blush, luckily, I was in the shadow of the building.

“I guess I should call it a night. I’ve been at this table far too long.”

“Yeah I should get, too” he said. We signaled for the bill. Once dropped I reached for it, but Jim grabbed it. 

“It’s on me” he said.

“No no no… I can’t let you do that” I said.

“It’s fine. You can pay next time” he said with a smile.

“Next time?”

“Well, if you want. I guess I shouldn’t assume. I’ll just call the server back over here and….” he started to wave his hand.

“No. No no! I’ll pay. Next time.”

After paying the bill, Jim asked me if I wanted a ride on his bike around the block. I’d be a bad gay if I said no. We jumped on and I wrapped my arms around his chest. It felt good, being wrapped around a masculine, nice guy and feeling the vibrations coming up through the seat. We pulled out and turned right. “Hold on tight” he yelled. I vice gripped him and he leaned down, pulling my body with his and nailed the throttle for short time. We rode around the block and when we got back to the restaurant, I was a hard as a rock.

He took his helmet off and turned to me. 

“How was that?”

“Great. But I think I need to sit here for a minute” I said. He laughed.

“Yeah, I could tell you were very ‘happy’ back there” he said with a smile.

“Sorry. The vibrations, the speed… the guy… makes it, well, hard, not to get hard.”

He laughed. “Yeah, I get that! Say, you have any plans tonight?”

“Just go home and crash on the couch. You?”

“None. Care to keep me company for a bit?”

“I don’t know… what are your intentions?” I asked with a smile.

“Nothing nefarious, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Then what’s the point?” He laughed. “Sure. I’ll follow you?”

“Yes sir!”

“Oh, the talk is already starting?!?” I joked. He motioned for me to come closer. I leaned in. “You just wait” he said, his voice seeming to growl.

I raised my eyebrows and smiled.

“Try to keep up!” he said as I walked across the street to the parking lot. I paid and pulled out and got behind Jim. Nervously I followed him, wondering what I just got myself into. 

Arriving at his place, I parked as he backed the bike into the garage. I followed him into his apartment, noticing his rather remarkable derriere. Once into his place, I noticed how immaculate it was: clean, not cluttered – it even smelled good. What’s more of a turn on than a hot guy on a bike? A hot guy on a bike that’s clean and doesn’t live in squalor! 

“Have a seat – you like something to drink?”

“Water would be great. I already reached my limit for tonight, otherwise” I replied.

“Damn” he said as he opened a bottle. “I was hoping to get you drunk and take advantage of you.”

“I need to be sober to collect my money afterwards” I replied with a smile. He clicked bottles of water in a ‘cheers’ moment.

“Nice place. So clean.”

“Thanks. I’m almost a clean freak” he replied. “Everything has a place….”

“And everything in its place” I replied, completing the saying.

“Damn. I think I’m in love” he replied. “A man after my own heart.”

“Well, maybe not your heart just yet” I said with a wink. “That’ll come later. Perhaps.”

“I like the way you think, Tony” he said, sitting down next to me.

“You cracked me up earlier tonight. With Clayton” I said.

“Man. That guy… who the hell does he think he is?”

“Someone that always gets his way, I guess.”

“Good looks can cause you to think that” he said.

“Oh. Was he attractive? I hadn’t noticed.”

“Bullshit” Jim said with a laugh. “He was perfectly. Physically, anyway.”

“Well. I was too busy admiring present company to notice.”

“Oh boy. You’re really layin’ it on tonight!”

“I try” I replied. “Is it working?”

He leaned over and kissed me gently. “You tell me.” This was the closest we’ve been to each other all night when there wasn’t wind whipping around us. He smelled so good. His lips soft yet determined. Even though it was a quick-ish kiss, I can still feel his stubble on my clean shaven face.

“Hmmmm. I’m not sure. Maybe I need… something more…” I replied and, placing my bottle down, leaned over and kissed him. My tongue parted his lips and explored his mouth as he slowly fell back, bring me along with him. Now on top of him, I pulled back, bracing myself on the couch cushions.

“Mmm… Yeah. It’s definitely working” I said. 

“Is that your phone in your pocket or are you really glad to be here?” he asked.

“Both, actually.”

“You ass – you really know how to ruin a moment” he said laughing.

“You’re in no position to name call, mister man.”

“Oh really?” he asked. “What are you gonna’ do about it?”

“Well, I’m your guest, so not a whole lot” I replied.

“Ah. Too bad!” he whimpered. “I could use a little bit of ‘something’.”

“Well,” I said, looking up to the bedroom. “Let’s go in there and I’ll ‘something’ the hell out of ya’!” 

He kissed me, and rose up, pushing me along with him. 

“I’m game. And I can tell you are, too” he said.

“Am I that transparent?” I asked.

“No. But I could feel your dick pressing against me. So, it was pretty obvious” he replied.

“Ouch. Talk about ruining a moment!” I replied standing up, stretching in such a way as to make it quite obvious.

“Well well well. Look at Mr. Tony” he said as he reached up and rubbed me. I’ve been touched by guys before. Many guys, actually. But something about his touch – his eagerness mixed with trepidation – sent shivers up my spine.

“You know” he said as he continued rubbing me. “There’s not much I enjoy more than a good bike ride.” He squeezed my hardness firmly. “But there are a couple kids of rides I enjoy more.”

“Boy, you’d better get me into that bedroom before I mess up your clean living room” I replied. He pushed me back, stood up, reached down, grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it on the floor.

“Oh. Dirty boy!” I whispered as he ran his hands through his hair, where it, somehow, returned to perfection. My eyes took him all in. His beautiful eyes hiding behind long lashes, down his perfect, Roman-like nose, his beard catching my eyes, pulling them along his strong jawline to his ears that seemed to stick out a bit more than normal. I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair. It was so soft and wispy. I cupped his ear, then slide my finger down the side of his neck until I met his neck stubble. I then pulled my finger along his shoulders. They were broad and manly. I curved my hand around his shoulder and moved down, feeling his triceps. I noticed a tuft of blonde hair sticking out from under his arm. I love a man that is manly like this, I thought as I felt my dick swell to almost hurting. I traced my finger over his bicep, spending a bit of time at his pit hair before palming his pec. Raising my left hand, I mirrored what my right hand was doing, moving across his pec, feeling an increase of fuzz as it turned into more coarse, dark blond hair in the middle of his chest – just enough to say “I’m no longer a boy” but not as much to say “I have to shave it all off”. 

I listened to my hand scrap along his skin felling his heart beat hard and faster underneath, his chest hair crinkling slightly as my hands move. Once they met in the middle, my left hand remained there while I moved my right hand down, felling an almost immediate decrease of fuzz – only smooth skin as his chest rose and fell with his breaths. Slowly I ran my hand along his left side, feeling a bit of ribbing before moving along to his smooth, yet muscular back.

The whole time I’m doing this, I’m watching his face. His eyes closed, his head slightly angled back with a broad smile on his face. Taking advantage of our positions, I leaned down and kissed his chest lightly. He moaned as I moved to his left, kissing ever so slightly. He gasped as my chin scratched across his hair surrounded nipple. Instinctively, he raised his arm, exposing his glorious mound of unruly, blonde underarm hair. I buried my face in it, enjoying his slightly musky smell and how the hair tickled my nose. I bathed his pit with my tongue, causing him to groan. 

Moving down his side, he twitched and squirmed as my lips and chin tickled him, but I held him tight, not letting pull away too much. Using my teeth, I bit and chewed at his waist band of his shorts and I moved my way around to the front. In doing so, I pulled my left hand down the center of his body, enjoying the hair covered areas as much as the smooth areas, as I searched for the front of his shorts. The increasing coverage of hair made me know I was getting closer to my target zone.

Once at his navel, I twirled the hairs that surrounded it as I kissed my way around to the front while clasping his ass. It was a nice as it looked walking into his place, I thought.

“God this feels so good!” he mustered.

“I glad you like it” I replied.

“I’ve never had someone be so… gentle and… sensual before.”

“Ah, well then, you’ve been missing out” I replied as I freed the button from his shorts.

Once the button popped open, I felt his hands on my head, grabbing two hand fulls of hair firmly. He started to push my head down. Like I needed encouragement! But I let him think he as in control. He widened his stance, allowing his shorts to fall to the ground, exposing his yellow boxer briefs. I laughed inside. What a weird color choice, I thought. But I didn’t care about the underwear. I wanted to know what was underneath. And, judging by his pressing force on my head, he wanted me to find out as well.

I ran my hands up the outside of his hairy thighs, to his ass cheeks. I could feel his hardness pressing against my chest. Once there, I slipped my finger into the waist band and pulled my hands around forward, feeling an increasing amount of soft hair. Slowly, I pulled the front down, uncovering an enormous amount of blonde, trimmed pubic hair. I leaned in and inhaled, taking in his scent. It was a bit muskier than his pits, but still delightful. I eased back as I pulled the shorts down further. From his mound of blonde hair, I saw skin. Then more. Then more. Until his dick sprung out and up like a jack-n-the-box, slapping his skin. 

I studied how hard it looked – how it pulsed with each heartbeat; blood flow making it grow and grow. His length was very average, but he was about average in thickness. The cut skin under the head seemed to bunch up a bit more than I expected, but his head flared out nicely. Once he was out, he twirled his hands in my hair gently, never forcing me to go anywhere I wasn’t comfortable going. I leaned in and licked the underside of his cock, from base to head, causing it to bounce with excitement. He groaned deeply and I pulled his shorts down to his knees. I sat back and admired God’s handiwork. Before me stood a mostly nude, god-like specimen. I watched his hairy chest and mostly smooth stomach rise and fall as he breathed. His alert and ready-to-go cock arching up to his stomach and his hairy nuts hanging low and full. 

“Damn” I muttered.

“What?” 

“I never thought you’d be this… perfect” I replied as I leaned in and, grabbing the base of his cock, pointed it to my mouth and slowly took it in. I wrapped my lips around that flared head and moaned as his precum coated my tongue, sweet and thick. I rolled it around his head with my tongue, making sure to get it all before I took more of him inside. With a firm grip of my lips, I pushed down slowly. I felt his thighs tense up as I reached under and grabbed his balls, rolling them around my right hand. With my left hand, I slid around his fuzzy thigh onto his fuzzier cheek until I found his warm, hair covered crack. As I dropped my mouth down, taking more and more of him, I also slide my finger into his hairy crevasse, searching diligently for my goal. 

I snaked his pole into my mouth – his width being more than it looked originally – as my finger found his tight end. Like a seasoned veteran, he unclenched his cheeks, allowing me access to his most personal of regions. My finger met his pucker. It was hot and somewhat moist. I pushed in slightly as my nose pressed against his trimmed pubes. He big head pushed against the roof of my mouth as I worked my finger in deeper, pushing aside any resistance he tried to muster.

As my finger pushed in deeper, his legs began to shake. He whimpered like a scolded dog as he rose to the balls of his feet. Not letting go of his dick or ass, I rose with him as I pushed in more and deeper. When he inhaled sharply, I knew I hit what I was looking for. Keeping my finger locked in place, I pulled back off of him, stopping as my lips surrounded his flaring, my tongue circling his head vigorously before pushing back down again. All the time, I massaged his prostrate and he moaned, groaned, his breathing increasing in frequency and volume. 

With my other hand, I grabbed the base of his cock and held it firmly. I twisted his well lubed shaft as I slid my head up and down his pole while circling his internal organ.

“Oh god! Stop!” he cried as he pulled my hair back, trying to stave off my oral attack. But I was in control. I shook off his half assed attempt at stopping me. Showing him I was boss, I stuck in another finger in his now hairy and wet hole. He half screamed half gasped as finger number two impaled him. Damn, his hole is tight, I thought as I worked my main finger back to his organ, stretching him further with the second. 

“God. Fuck. Damn. Fuck fuck fuck” is all he could muster. I wondered if he’d disturb the neighbors as I continued my onslaught on sucking and twisting his cock and teasing his hole. It’s amazing how a perfectly handsome and hot young man – so perfectly groomed and considerate, now turned into a whore once a bit of pressure is applied in the right places!

His previously hairy sack that was slapping my chin had pulled up inside of him and I felt his chute twitch and I knew what was happening. I pulled back, keeping only his head in my mouth and looked up, past his slightly fuzzy belly and pecs, to his face. His handsome face, perfect skin and completion, was now contorted and blood red. His nostrils flared as I encircled his ultra-sensitive head with my tongue, trying to keep up with the amount of precum that had been gushing out of his one eyed monster for the last couple of minutes. “Please… stop!” he cried. I growled deeply sending vibrations through his member. He inhaled deeply as the flood gates opened. 

The first two globs of thick white man juice coated the roof of my mouth as he screamed. His chute clamped down on my finger with each shot. He threw his head back and shoved himself as far in my mouth as he could, continuing to send male spackle deep into my throat. My own dick, which had soaked through my shorts, erupted, squeezing my own juice through two lawyers of clothing. My legs were numb, and I wanted to stand up and get blood flowing but I didn’t want to interrupt Jim’s intense orgasm.

As he strained up on the balls of his feet, the last few volleys of Jim seed shot out of his cock, his body shook. Catching those last shots on my tongue, I pushed back down onto him, swirling his natural lube around his shaft, coating every last inch of it. He jerked and shook and twitched and squirmed, trying to push me off but I had him in two different areas and I wasn’t about to let go quite yet, as I was still cumming in my own shorts.

Finally, his convulsing hole pushed my tortured fingers out, allowing me to lose my grip on him. He fell down on the couch, his dick flinging semen up against his stomach in the process as it popped out of my mouth with a loud ‘snick’ sound. As he collapsed on the couch, his chest heaving like he just ran a marathon, I swirled the last bit of sperm around in my mouth, savoring it sweet taste, as I watched him laying there, eyes closed, naked, his body still spasming occasionally. 

He opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling for a few seconds, then back down to me and smiled.

“Holy mother of god, man!” he said hoarsely, causing him to swallow hard. “I’ve never had anything like that before!”

I smiled, not saying anything.

“Cat got that fabulous tongue of yours?” he asked. I shook my head no. Then swallowed.

“Oh!” he replied, laughing. “Mouth full?”

“And then some” I replied, wiping my lips.

“God man. That was. Like. The best thing ever. Where did you learn that?” he asked

“Let’s just say, my last relationship wasn’t totally worthless!”

“Well, God bless your ex. Damn almighty!”

I stood up to sit next to him. He noticed the mess in my shorts.

“Did you… cum?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Just from that?!?!”

I laughed. “Yeah. That surprise you?”

“Kinda’. I’ve never been with someone who could cum from sucking a cock.”

“Well, then you weren’t with anyone really good at it” I replied.

“That’s no lie!” He looked over at the immense wet spot on my shorts. “You’re a mess, man.”

“That’s no lie” I replied, mirroring his previous comment.

“Maybe you should take a shower?”

“Nah. I don’t want to clean up only to put this dirtiness back on to go home.”

“Who said you’re going home tonight?” I looked at him. His beautiful eyes, the few beads of sweat on his forehead, his still perfect hair – seriously, how the hell does your hair stay so perfect, I wondered to myself?

“Oh. You’re inviting me to stay the night?”

“I’m not forcing you. But if you’d like to, then, I’d like you to as well” he said with puppy dog eyes.

“I make a mean breakfast” he offered.

“What’s your specialty?”

“What ever Bob Evan’s has on the menu” he replied with a smirk. I looked at his perfect body sitting next to me – how it mirrored his perfect hair.

“My favorite!” I replied. He laid his head on my shoulder, his perfect hair brushing against my cheek. I placed my arm around him, feeling his smooth skin. 

This must be what Heaven is like, I thought.