My wife was on a work trip all week, so I was left to fend for myself. It was about 7pm on a Friday and I had just left the gym.
A co-worker was going to a sports bar by his house and asked me to meet him there around 9. It was a little farther drive, but I had no plans and figured what the hell.
I walked into the bar and looked around, but couldn't find my co-worker. I belly up to the bar, ordered a beer, and started watching the game.
There were a couple of bar tenders and one of them looked really familiar. I couldn't put where I knew him from.
I was there for about 30 minutes when my co-worker texted to say he had an emergency and couldn't make it. I was a little bummed out, but was already here so I might as well enjoy my time.
I ordered some food and another drink. The place wasn't to busy. There was only me in the middle of the bar and an older couple sitting at the far end of it, so I had no one to talk to except my phone and the tv.
The one bartender finally stopped in front of me and said "did you go to Stevenson High School?"
I smiled at him, "I did. I thought you looked familiar. That must be it."
He reached out his hand "we graduated together, I'm John Holden."
"Yeah, that's right." I extended my hand out to shake his. "I'm Jim Douglas."
Were both in our early thirties so its been a while since high school, but I could not get over how different I remembered him.
The John I knew was a smaller kid, very shy, kept to himself. This guy was tall, muscular, clean cut hair and face, with some tattoos on his arms.
I had to ask the question, "your face looks the same, but the John I knew had a different frame to him. What happened to you since high school?"
John started laughing, "I know, I was the short fat kid in high school. It's like I didn't hit puberty until I turned 20. After high school, I grew about a foot taller, started working out, and my fat turned into muscle."
"You look great, it has certainly worked out for you," I replied back. "What have you been up to since high school."
John took a deep breath, "well, the short version is I graduated college and moved to the city for work. Met a girl, thought we were gonna marry, but it didn't work out. I lost my job and moved back here trying to get my life back together. What about you?"
"I graduated college and took a job out of state. I met a girl that grew up close by and we ended up getting married. After a few years, we both found work back here and moved."
We continued the back and forth, but the bar started getting a little busier so John had to tend to the other patrons. I sat watching sports, and had a couple more drinks.
John would stop by every so often to chat. He would pour us both a whiskey shot and move along to another patron. I was starting to get buzzed and it was getting close to midnight. I still had to drive home, so I asked for my tab.
My bill was $10. I waved John back over, "come on man, I spent way more than this."
"Don't sweat it," John laughed. "It was cool to catch up. I'm the bartender, I can charge what I want."
I thanked him and put down $40. Between the food, beer, and shots, I probably spent double that. I made my way to the bathroom for a quick piss before I left.
When I exited the bathroom, John was walking out a backroom with his coat on. "Hey man, I'm taking off for the night. You want to swing by for a nightcap, I live a few blocks down."
If the voice of reason was with me (my wife) it would have been a stern NO! Instead I said "sure, what the hell."
We got in our cars and I followed John back to his place.
He lives in a fairly new apartment complex. When I walked in, it definitely looked like a bachelor pad. He had a couch, coffee table, speakers, a big screen tv, and that was about it.
John handed me a beer "make yourself at home, let me change my clothes really quick."
I sat down on the couch and looked around his place. I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. There was a mirror on the opposite corner of the room and it reflected into John's bedroom.
He was standing in his boxers, I watched as he grabbed the waist line and dropped them to his ankles. My mouth about hit the floor. John's cock was rested against his leg. It was the same size of my cock when hard and his was limp.
I am not gay, not even a little curious, but I couldn't help stare at him and his cock. His body was muscular and fit, but not bodybuilder type. He had defined shoulders and chest that went into a 6-pack abs, and then this cock that hung.
After a few seconds, he walked out of view. I sat there and a bit of jealousy took over. From what I remember him to now is crazy. He has this nice body and a cock like that. He must have girls lining up to take a ride.
He returned in a pair of athletic shorts and a t-shirt, and I tried to get the image out of my head. We kept chatting when I suddenly realized the time.
I stood up, "It's getting late, I've got to get out of here. We should get together again, it was fun catching up."
John gave a disappointing look and stood up, "are you sure? I feel like we just started getting buzzed. How about one more?"
"I don't know, I still got to drive home" I replied to John
"You probably already had too much to drink and drive. Lets have a couple more and you can crash here."
He was probably right, I have had a lot to drink. We crack one more, and watch some TV.
I suddenly open my eyes and it took me a second to figure out where I was. I must have dozed off. I look at the clock and its 2:15am. I remember seeing 2am, so I couldn't have been asleep long.
Where the hell is John? I get up and see a light on in his room. I walk down the hallway and peak in his room.
John is laying in his bed jerking off. He's got his hand wrapped around his shaft, its got to be 8 inches, maybe more. I stand watching for about 20 seconds before I realize what I am doing.
I turn to leave and I hear "Jim, is that you?"
Shit, he saw me. I quickly shuffle down the hall back to the couch. I close my eyes acting like I'm asleep.