Aaron and Pat

Aaron sat at the bar nursing his glass of scotch, rubbing his forehead softly. He couldn't believe what had just happened in the previous hour.

Aaron had just walked in on his girlfriend and another guy upon coming home from work early. He walked through the front door of their apartment and saw into their bedroom; he saw her nude back with large male hands on her ass. She didn't hear him come in or leave, he didn't care to make a scene. Rather, he just headed straight here and he was now on his third double of scotch.

That was when another man sat at the stool next to him. Aaron noticed him right away. He was a fairly attractive man, with the whole aryan thing going. He was also fairly well dressed with a black suit, pants, and tie with a dark red shirt. Aaron looked back up to his face and noticed Aaron noticing him. Aaron blushed and looked down.

"Uh,.. hi," the man offered. Aaron laughed. "Sorry," he said, "I like the suit."

The man laughed back. "First time I've heard that," he smiled. He extended his hand. "Pat," he introduced himself. Aaron shook it heartily. "I'm Aaron," he told him. Pat grinned as he looked Aaron up and down. Aaron had a noticable lisp. He had thick lips, a Roman looking nose, and deep brown eyes. Since Pat was gay, alarms were going off in his head.

Aaron began to feel uncomfortable, feeling his eyes roving up and down him. "So, uh," Aaron began, "What are you drinking?"

Pat narrowed his eyes. "Good question," he said. "I think I'll have some Stolichnaya."

Aaron started to tremble a bit. He'd never thought about a man before the way he was now. There was just something about Pat that aroused him and frightened him at the same time.

The bartender handed Pat his drink as Aaron lit up a cigarette. He extended the pack to Pat. "You smoke?"

Pat nodded as he pulled one out and lit it. With that Aaron finished his drink and turned to face Pat. "So, what brings you here?"

Pat sighed. "I was bored," he said, kind of chuckling. "How about you?"

"Relationship woes."

Pat nodded.

Throughout that hour the two went through the whole pack and about three more drinks each. By this time Aaron and Pat were pretty hammered. The last thing they were talking about was how cats were superior to dogs when Pat boldly placed his hand on Aaron's thigh. Aaron was so drunk he didn't find it much of an issue until Pat moved it up to his crotch.

"What are you doing?" Aaron asked, slurring his speech slightly.

Pat squeezed on the outline of Aaron's limp penis. "Come on," he whispered. "You've never thought about it?"

Aaron hadn't until about half an hour ago. Pat had removed his jacket and he could see rather muscular arms inside the shirt's sleeves. Aaron said nothing. "Come on, man, what do you say we go to my car?"

Aaron thought about it. In his somewhat drunken state of mind, it actually did sound like a new idea. A human being attracted him. Aaron had always prided himself in being open to new things.. he ordered one more shot, downed it, and said the hell with it.

"Sure," he said, nearly falling off of his stool. "What have we got to lose?"

Pat smiled as he slapped money down on the table and led Aaron outside to the back. Aaron stumbled about beside Pat until he was slammed against the wall and felt Pat's lips press against his. He felt the rough stubble against his own and found himself strangely aroused.

Aaron reached around and grabbed Pat's somewhat feminine ass, to which Pat gave a little jump. Pat dropped to his knees and unzipped Aaron's pants. Pulling out his hardening member, he looked up at Aaron as if to ask for permission. Aaron nodded in a manner similar to the way a dog greets his owner and Pat took him into his mouth. Immediately Aaron knew that this was the best head hed ever gotten. Pat swirled his tongue around, up and down Aaron's shaft. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as Pat started sucking around the base and massaging his balls. Aaron grabbed his hair and started bucking into Pat's mouth when he finally began to spurt into his mouth. The orgasm wracked Aaron; he'd never felt anything like it. If this was what he'd been missing in his heterosexual plight, he decided to cast it aside. Once he finished, Pat licked him clean and rose to his feet.

Aaron was a bit short of breath. "I don't know what it is," he started breathily, "but I want to feel you in my ass."

Pat smiled and turned Aaron around. "It's going to hurt at first," Pat whispered into his ear, "but after a while it gets soo good."

Aaron felt his pants falling down to his knees and Pat's warm hands at his hips. He shivered as he felt his boxers being pulled down slowly and the tip of Pat's penis at his rectum.

Slowly, Pat's cock entered Aaron's asshole. Aaron felt as though he was being split apart at the rear, and he barely suppressed a scream. Once Pat was fully inside, Aaron let out short breaths in quick repititions, as though he was in a lamaze class.

"Oooh, you're so tight," Pat muttered. "It'll get better, I promise."

Pat slid out and back in a couple more times before Aaron felt the pain subside and an indescribable feeling welling up in his loins. He began getting erect while Pat pounded into him from behind, and he reached down and started jerking himself off. Pat planted a soft kiss on the back of Aaron's neck and pulled his hair as he came inside his ass.

"Oh, fuck.."

Aaron felt it and it pushed him over the edge as well. His cum splashed into the brick wall against which he was pressed and felt an orgasm more powerful than any he'd had before take over him. As Pat backed away and placed his dick back in his pants, Aaron remained in his same position, still shaking from it, unable to even think.

Slowly, he pulled his pants up an turned around, but Pat was nowhere to be seen. He looked up and down the alley, but he was gone. Aaron was not upset, though. He'd just been turned on to something new, something he'd never thought he'd find himself doing. Taking a deep breath, Aaron walked out to the front of the bar. He needed some cigarettes, and for the first time, he needed a man.