I grew up in a college town in upstate NY. My friends and I liked to hang out at a certain bar on weekends. We all had girlfriends, but I found guys to be a lot more enticing. The bar that we hung out at had been in operation for at least 100 years. Everything was done in antique mahogany with hardwood floors littered with peanut shells. There was a room in the back that had benches on two sides and a larger “drop pocket” pool table in the center. The walls were decorated with historic pictures of the establishment. It was dimly lit with the cigarette smoke hanging low from the ceiling. Being an avid pool player, I always seemed to find myself in this room for the majority of every evening that we were there.

There was one Friday night when myself and 3 of my friends were hanging out there. The place was unusually busy. I had the pool table, and it seemed that I couldn’t be beat. Around two in the morning I noticed this guy and his girlfriend standing in the door of the pool room watching the game. They were all touchy-feely with each other and I wouldn’t have paid a lot of attention to them, but he was adorable. He was in his late teens or early twenties as was I. He had an unkept head of dirty blonde hair with a face that I don’t think saw a razor more than once a month. He was wearing a dark sweatshirt with a baggy pair of faded Levi’s and white sneakers. His girlfriend was obviously the Prom Queen in High School. By the way they behaved with each other, he was probably her date at the Prom. It was a small town, so it wasn’t hard to recognize that they weren’t from the area and were obviously going to the local university. As I progressively eliminated each of my challengers at the table, I kept noticing that They kept their position in the doorway. They each had a beer in their hand but he seemed more interested in the pool game than she did.

My friends came in and told me that they were ready to head for home. Of course I was on a roll winning pool games and wasn’t quite ready to leave.After another couple of games with me coming out in front, they got frustrated and told me that they were going home. The place was thinning out as it was getting late. I was on my last game (no more quarters on the table). The college couple were still in the room. She was obviously tired of being there and apparently trying to talk him into leaving. They were knocking back their last beer as my game ended. The guy I was playing shook my hand, took his jacket, and left the room. Not having lost my interest in this hottie in the doorway, I took a deep breath, stepped over to them and asked him if he wanted to play a game.

He looked at his girlfriend for approval and got a shoulder shrug from her. He assured her that it wouldn’t take long and started fishing for quarters in his pockets. As we played the game my curiosity got the better of me and I began asking him about himself. We joked around a lot and found that we had a lot of interests in common. The more we hit it off the more frustrated his girlfriend got. She finally gave him an ultimatum on our third game that either they were leaving or she was going home alone. He told her to go on ahead and that he would be back soon. She left in a huff and we started a fourth game.

It didn’t seem like very long before we realized that it was closing time and management was in the process of getting everyone out. Ben (as his name turned out to be) felt like continuing the party, as did I. The apartment that he and his girlfiend shared was about 8 blocks away. Mine was only 3. And I lived alone. I asked him if he wanted to go to my place and have a couple of beers with me. He agreed without a whole lot of thought. Our walk over to my place was filled with conversation of similar interests. We got home, cracked a couple of beers, and began to get totally trashed.

We were sitting in the living room. Opposite ends of the room. He in the easy chair and myself layed out on the sofa. We were talking about our girlfriends and complaining about how they really didn’t get us excited like we’d like. There was a contemplative silence for a few seconds and then Ben just came out with a question that I’d been trying to introduce into the conversation. He asked me if I had ever had a sexual experience with another guy. As I looked at him sprawled out in my easy chair with his legs spread comfortably my mind raced back to a couple of years back when I was fooling around with my best friend. My face must have flushed with the memories because Ben just said, ” I’ll take that as a yes”. He wanted to hear about it, and I was too drunk to hold it back. As I told him the stories his gaze never left me. I finally ended my story and asked him about his experiences. As innocent as mine had been, Ben admitted that he had never been physical with another guy but had had dreams about it and was hesitantly curious. I could have cut the tension with a knife when Ben said that he really wanted to see what it was like and tonight was as good as any if I was game. The fear of rejection and/or retaliation was written all over his face. He posed himself for a quick exit as my mind tried to sort out the possiblities from the pure fantasy.

I looked up at his uncertain gaze and unwittingly smiled at him. The tension in his face waned, his knees moved slightly further apart, and as he repeatedly assured me that he was straight, he asked for my assurance that if anything happened that I would keep it quiet. We talked about what turned us on about guys, as we opened another couple of beers. I’d occassionally catch him gazing at my crotch as he was talking to me. Each time his face would flush and his eyes would quickly change objectives when he realized that I noticed.Neither of us had any idea as to how to make the first move with another guy, but the door of curiousity was open and the excitement of what may come was building.
Ben told me that he’d always been curious about what another guys cock would feel like in his hand. His hand slowly worked his way to his own crotch as he as talking, lightly wrapping his fingers around an obviously hard dick through his jeans. Another uncomfortable pause developed as we looked each other in the eye. I got up and said that I wanted another beer. He asked me to get him one too. I took the empty bottles to the kitchen and set them on the counter, took a second or two standing there and staring at the wall realizing how hard I was breathing. I took another two beers from the fridge and headed back to the living room trying to figure out what to say. I came into the room and approached Ben’s chair reaching out to him with another full beer. He took the beer and locked his gaze on my crotch which was at his eye level just to the side of the chair. Without a word of warning he reached up and cupped the front of my jeans in his hand, cautiously kneeding it with his fingers in an attempt to find the one thing that drew him to it. As his fingers found my errection his groping slowed and his grip tightened. His fingers lightly carressing my hard on and exploring its size and girth. He set his beer on the table next to his chair and began groping himself. The electricity was overwhelming. I was frozen in place as he fondled my dick in more ways than I had imagined possible. His gaze was locked on what he was doing as I began to tremble all over. I can’t be sure if he noticed, but all of a sudden he broke his attention from my crotch and looked up at me with those steel blue eyes and the uncertain look of a puppy. Barely audible he said, “Please don’t get pissed.”, slowly moved his eyes back to where they were, found the buttons on the front of my Levi’s and worked the index and middle finger of his hand into the gaps and began unbuttoning my jeans. I know that I was breathing out loud and trying as hard as I could not to lean right into his face. Once unbound, Ben wiggled his hand into the opening in my jeans that he’d created and found my throbbing cock right behind it. I never wore underwear back then. The feel of raw denim on my cock was exciting. The expression on his face was priceless as I saw that he had realized his fantasy. He squeezed, fondled, and caressed for what seemed like 10 minutes. Three times I had to pull his hand away to keep from cumming. Ben looked up at me, and as he maneuvered my rock hard cock out of my jeans, simply said that he wanted to see it.
My cock sprang out of my pants like it had its own free will. Ben never lost his grip. He seemed to massage it instinctively as he stared right into its eye. Without any warning at all Ben moved his face right up to the head of my dick and began smelling it. Up and down the entire shaft, all sides, over and over. His nose barely touching it as the top of his upper lip slid along for the ride. He stopped for a few seconds, pulled his face back an inch or two as he studied it. Squeezed my dick and began to slide his hand down the shaft increasing pressure as he did. Without warning he began to move his face closer as he parted his lips slightly. His tongue protruded just enough so that he could run it up the length of the slit of my cock. My dick was pulsating uncontrollably as he drove his tongue into the hole. His lips wrapped around the head and he began to massage my cock with his tongue. I could feel the heat rising in me as we both groaned in passion. I was letting a wild load loose before I knew it was coming. Rather than pull away, Ben gagged for a second and then burried my cock down his throat. He sucked, moaned, and swallowed until it was done. It took him at least another couple of minutes before he’d release his hold on it.

I collapsed on the floor next to his chair. Only because my legs couldn’t hold me up anymore. Ben reached over and took hold of the hair on my head and tugged just enough where it didn’t hurt, but so that he could control my movement. He pulled my face around to the front of him and burried my head into his crotch. His dick was as hard as steel behind the denim and my mouth opened around the side of his shaft. Instinctively I bit down lightly on the side of his cock. It throbbed several times and I began to knead it with my mouth, gently chewing on what was obviously more than I could swallow. I reached up with both hand and popped the button on his jeans, pulled his zipper down and had his naked manhood staring me in the face. It was dank with precum and had that enticing smell of musk. Without any hesitation, and with total desire, I swallowed his entire shaft to the pubic hairs. The warmth of it, the strength of it, has never compared since. He lost his load almost instantaniously. Hot, salty, and sweet. I wanted more than he had to give. I sucked on him until his load was gone and any remnants of cum was gone. I pulled back and looked up at him. We smiled at each other with a look that I’ve not often seen.

Ben didn’t want to go back home that night. He spent the night in my bed with me. What happened through the course of that night and into the late morning of the next day will wait for another day. Although Ben and I never really hung out after our experience, he did pay me the occassional, and unexpected, visits late at night after the bars closed for the next three years. I’m not sure how things turned out with him and his girlfriend,.. but I do know that he will always hold a very special place with me.