Mike was cruising down the street doing what heterosexual men did best. Looking for pussy. He was spending the night in the house he grew up in. Mike was raised by his grandparents, and he grew up on their farm until he turned 18 six years ago, when he moved back east to go to Harvard. Now he was in town for a couple of days to finalize the selling of his grandparent's house. They had moved to Hawaii last year and decided it wasn't worth it just renting out the old place. The house had been vacant for the past six months as it was.
Mike was checking out the women of the night along the busy street when suddenly the car started to sputter. "Oh great," He said turning down the stereo as he glanced at the gas gauge. "I knew I should have filled it up." The gas gauge was on the empty mark. Mike was able to limp the car a few more feet and parked in front of what looked like a run down nightclub. The paint was peeling and the An...In the name Anthony's place was burned out.
Mike looked at the buildings beside it, a bookstore and a clothing store. Both of which had their closed signs up. Sighing heavily, he pulled his 5'7" and around 165lb body from the car. He fixed his jeans and t-shirt, winked at one of the hookers standing nearby then walked into the bar.
If Mike had seen the look the hooker gave him as he moved towards the entrance, he probably would have gone somewhere else.
When Mike walked into the dimly lit building, he immediately knew what the hooker had already known. The place was a gay bar. There were men everywhere, many of whom were dancing and kissing each other. He sighed then ignoring the eyes that moved over his body, made his way towards the back of the place and the pay phones.
Mike was almost to the phone, when he was knocked off his feet, literally. He was looking over at the bar where a bunch of men were watching him and wasn't paying attention to where he was going. He walked into a man who had just exited the bathroom. "Sorry, you okay?" The man asked in a deep voice as he helped Mike to his feet.
Mike let the man help him stand then when he looked at him, lost his voice. The man he had run into stood at least 6'1" and couldn't have been more then 175lbs of pure muscle. Both of his muscular arms were covered in tattoos, he wore a silver snake in one ear and his head was bald, with a small tattoo of a heart on the side of his head. His silver eyes moved seductively over Mike's body. "Did I knock the wind out of you?" The man asked when Mike didn't speak.
"Um...Uh...No...I think I'm okay." Mike finally stuttered unable to take his eyes from the man before him.
The man's eyes met Mike's and he smiled, showing a mouth full of perfect white teeth. Mike's cock jumped in his jeans as the other man smiled at him. "I'm Brad, wanna dance?"
"I...Well...I'm not..." Mike tried to say, for some reason his mouth didn't want to work right. "That is...I just...I'm not..."
Brad smiled as understanding came over him. "Oh, you're not gay. You come in to use the phone or something?"
Mike nodded, "yea, my car ran out of gas just outside and this was the only place open."
Brad smiled softly as he let one finger move up over Mike's mustache. "Bummer, have to admit I wouldn't mind seeing how well you feel in my arms." He lowered his hand and smiled again. "Well, if you change your mind, I'll be over at the bar."
Mike watched Brad walk away and sighed as he watched Brad's tight butt encased in a pair of tight jeans. He willed his cock to go down as he slowly made his way to the pay phone. The tow truck driver told him it would be at least an hour or two before he could get to him. There was a huge pileup out on the highway and they were backed up. Mike sighed and told the driver where he was then hung up the phone.
He stood there for a minute wondering what he was going to do to pass the time, when his eyes drifted towards the bar. Brad was sitting there with his back to him, nursing a beer while he talked to another man sitting next to him.
If you asked him later, Mike couldn't have told you what made him walk up to the bar and sit on a stool next to Brad. He ordered a beer, and then sat there drinking it until Brad suddenly turned to him. "Change your mind handsome?" Brad asked with his soft voice.
Mike looked into Brad's silver eyes. "Well, I'm stuck here for at least an hour...so..." He let his voice trail off. He had no idea why he was willing to dance with another man. Even if the man made his blood boil and his cock stand at attention. He had never looked at another man that way in his life. He was straight...Right?
Brad moved his eyes over Mike's face as if he was looking for something. Finally he nodded and downed the rest of his beer before he held out his hand. "Come on, let's dance."
Slowly Mike put his hand in Brad's then let the bigger man lead him onto the dance floor. There was a slow song playing and he sighed as Brad pulled him gently into his arms. Mike wrapped his arms up around Brad's neck as he closed his eyes, letting his head rest against the bigger man's chest as his body swayed to the music. "I knew you would feel good in my arms." Brad said huskily kissing the top of Mike's head.
Mike lifted his face to look into Brad's eyes and his own eyes widened when Brad suddenly lowered his head, bringing his lips to Mike's. Mike stood paralyzed in his arms for a minute as he felt Brad's lips brush lightly over his own. He felt Brad's arms tighten around him as the bigger man suddenly deepened the kiss by pressing his tongue gently against Mike's closed lips.
Mike let his eyes close slowly as he slowly opened his mouth to Brad's probing tongue. When Brad swept in, both men moaned loudly. Mike let his tongue tentatively move over Brad's as the bigger man held him tightly against his body. Mike could feel Brad's hard cock pressing against his own and couldn't resist grounding his crotch against Brad's.
Brad groaned loudly against Mike's mouth. Lowering his hands from Mike's back, he gripped Mike's butt in his hands and gently squeezed. Mike whimpered in desire as he pressed himself closer to Brad. "I don't care if your gay or not, but I gotta get you naked man. Please tell me you will let me make love to you." Brad begged hoarsely when he pulled his lips roughly from Mike's.
Mike was dazed from the kiss and the feelings coursing through his body. He knew at that moment he would be willing to do whatever Brad asked if he would just put out the fire in his body. "I've gotta wait for the tow truck." he replied.
Brad groaned pressing his body close to Mike's. "If I don't have you soon I'm gonna explode. Can we just take my truck and have the tow truck driver deliver your car?"
Mike liked that idea. "Let's get out of here."
Brad kissed him hard, and then taking his hand, led him out of the bar. They left a note on Mike's car then walked over to Brad's truck. Once they were both in the truck, Brad fired it up and headed out towards Mike's house.
They were barely inside the house before Brad had Mike in his arms and his hands everywhere. When Mike felt Brad's hand brush over his hard cock, he whimpered in need. He knew there was no way they would make it upstairs to any of the bedrooms so he led Brad into the living room and over to the couch. He let Brad push him onto his back on the couch and lay over him. "Oh fuck, I am so hot for you." Brad moaned kissing all over Mike's face. His hands worked their way up under Mike's t-shirt and he let his fingers brush lightly over Mike's hard nipples.
"Oh fuck..." Mike groaned feeling shivers of pleasure go all through his body. "I need you Brad, I need you now." He grabbed at Brad's shirt and ripped it open, running his hands over Brad's hard chest.
