By the time I was in my early twenties the AIDS scare was rearing its ugly head, so my days of anonymous, unprotected sex were ending. I was hoping to find a boyfriend and settle into a more domestic lifestyle and, at age twenty-five, I did just that. I met Leo on the basketball court where he knocked me to the ground while attempting a layup on an asphalt court. A brief description of Leo -- he was about 6-foot, seven inches tall and weighed close to 350 solid pounds. Anyway, I came out of my dazed state with him comforting me and taking me to the local emergency room where he worked as an x-ray technician. He asked me for my phone number to check up on me, which I took as a sign that he might be interested in more than just basketball. At least I hoped so, really, really hoped so.
A few weeks had passed before I heard from Leo and I was beginning to wonder if he was going to call at all. At the time I was going out with a guy named Anthony and we agreed to meet at a bar known for it's rough trade and leather men, which sounded exciting to me.
I had never been to that bar before and didn't know what to expect. Upon entering I noticed a lot of bigger men which only made it more interesting. I ordered a beer and stood observing the crowd of hot men of various races, ages and sizes. I didn't see Anthony so figured I'd have a couple of beers before calling it a night.
Based on the stares and glances I must have had that "new meat" look. One guy was particularly aggressive, so I went to different part of the bar to get away from his drunken advances. The back of the bar was dark, smoky, and smelled like sex.
Curious, I explored and saw a group of men huddled together around a partition. Getting closer I saw there were men getting their dicks sucked, men on their knees, and one guy was bent over with someone eating his ass. Having my curiosity about the back room fulfilled I was now very horny. The moans of the half or fully naked men and the atmosphere of sex was alluring. I went behind the partition to investigate more and I recognized Leo, sitting on a bench with a white guy between his legs blowing him. His head was thrown back and eyes closed in pleasure so he did not see me. My first reaction was to go away so that Leo wouldn't think I was spying on him so I headed to the front of the bar. Then after reconsidering, that this was an opportunity for me to get closer to Leo on a sexual level. 'What did I have to lose?' I thought so headed back to see more.
Not wanting to disturb what looked like a great blow job, I stood and watched at a distance. Another guy lifted Leo's shirt, exposing a large hairy chest and began to suck his nipple. Leo started moaning and pushed the white man's head down onto his dick as he shot a load into his mouth. 'What a hot scene!' I whispered to myself, watching as the guy pulled off Leo's dick, revealing a humongous dark cock. It was wet with saliva making it shine beautifully in the dim red light. Leo got up and put his dick back in his pants, making his way out from behind the partition.
Sitting at the bar, trying to be casual, I sat drinking my beer awaiting Leo to walk past, and hopefully notice me. I was truly intimidated by him and hoped he would take the lead. On his way out of the back room, Leo saw me and looked very surprised, but quickly smiled.
"Hey man, what a fucking surprise," Leo said as he approached me. We hugged
and I could feel he was sweaty.
"Yeah, was supposed to meet someone but apparently not happening."
"Who would turn down a fine man like you?" Leo asked with sincerity.
"Flattery will get you everywhere," I said stupidly, at a complete loss of clever things to say.
Leo laughed. "I'm sure. So how long you been here?"
"About 30 minutes."
"So, what did you see?" Leo asked with a grin.
"Everything," I admitted with slight grin.
"So I noticed," said Leo as he reached and felt my semi-hard dick.
My laughter was more out of embarrassment that humor. "You headed out?"
"Just getting started, going to get some fresh air outside. C'mon, let's catch up." I followed the big man outside, stopping in silence as others greeted him. We spoke outside for a good while, mostly small talk about relationships and the increasing gay presence in the neighborhood where we were.
"Let's go in the back," said Leo, opening the door to the bar.
I was anxious but unsure. "Not really comfortable with that Leo."
"Just a few minutes," he said as he grabbed my arm and led me to the back, past the hoard of men. There was another section even further back that was a bit more secluded, but still within sight of anyone who wanted to see. As we made our way I watched the guy who just blew Leo on his knees giving head to another black guy. One guy was getting fucked while sucking someone. I had never thought this much open sex was possible in any public area but was definitely excited about it.
When we got to the far back of the room, we were in almost complete darkness. I felt Leo rub his hands on my chest, then press his lips to mine, his tongue making its way in. I returned the kiss, felt his tongue press stronger, and felt his breathing getting heavier.
He stopped kissing to whisper into my ear. "Boy I want to fuck you so bad."
I did not say anything. His cock was going to be a challenge even for the most experienced bottom. He continued telling me his desires.
He undid my pants and pulled them down to my knees, exposing my behind to all those that wanted to see. It felt strange but erotic. Leo rubbed his hands over my bare cheeks while we returned to kissing. After a few minutes he poked at my hole with a finger.
"Damn baby that's a nice, tight hole," he said.
I was overcome with desire and passion, barely able to speak, moaning as his finger entered me.
"Damn that's hot. Fuck I need to be in there James," he said as his finger entered me deeper, starting to cause discomfort. I was glad I washed my ass before going out -- not that I had planned this, but my hygiene was always very good. He could tell I was in some pain so he pulled his finger out, giving my ass a loud smack. "Fucking beautiful," he said, unbuckling then lowering his pants. He guided my hand to his semi-hard, very large cock. I slowly stroked it, feeling the foreskin slide past the head.
"Put it in your mouth," he said, putting his large hand on my head.
"Here?" I whispered, not wanting my bar sex inexperience on display.
"Or your place," Leo suggested, kissing me softly on my lips, both his hands returning to my ass, squeezing it.
"Let's go then," I said with unchecked enthusiasm.
Leo pulled his pants back on, laughing. "You said that kind of quick. Either you want me bad or want to get the fuck out of here."
"Both," I said, making sure he knew how badly I wanted him.
Leo stopped at the front bar before leaving, kissing the bartender, a well-built, middle aged man covered with tattoos. "See ya Matt," said Leo in his sexy, deep voice.
"Later sexy," said Matt as he continued his busy pace of serving drinks.
