The best thing about this story, is it's totally true.
I was visiting New Orleans for a weekend in 1998, when a hurricane blew into town. Between the driving rain and the drinks from the bars, I was hopelessly turned around and to be quite honest, I was drunk. The kind of drunk that makes you forget you're walking in the rain, or for that matter, care that you're walking in the rain.
I decided rather than try and wade back to my hotel I would find myself a bar stool and ride this storm out.
Without thinking, or perhaps led by some Voodoo spirit, I found myself in the "gay" part of Bourbon Street. I normally wouldn't be frequenting these bars, but it also wasn't my first time either...
I had experimented a few times with guys that I had met online. Most of the time they blew me and I would go home. Once or twice I let them feel my cock in their ass, but that was about it. I never considered myself gay, or even bisexual for that matter, but if a gay bar was going to be my refuge from the storm, well then "bartender, bring me another drink."
I stumbled into a bar off of Bourbon Street called Rawhide. For such inclement weather, there was a fairly big crowd in there. The lights were low and the music was loud, so it was easy for me to slip in unnoticed. I took a seat at the bar and proceeded to pick a fight with a bottle of whiskey.
Who knows how much later, but that damn whiskey bottle finally kicked my ass. If I had been drunk before, I was wasted now. I was feeling no pain and ready for anything.
Several guys had hit on me and now I decided to maybe, just maybe... hit on them back.
I made my way around the bar, feeling the place out. Some guys were dancing, others were just talking and drinking. Then there was the action near the pool table. As I walked back towards the pool table, I saw some guy on his knees, with a mouth full of cock. And this was no regular cock, this thing was a monster. A big, black monster. The little guy on his knees was doing his best to swallow the entire thing, but it was just too big for his throat.
"You wanna get in on some of this?" The black guy must have seen me watching.
I told him no, sucking cock really wasn't for me. I told him I would rather get my cock sucked. So to my surprise the black guy ordered the little guy on his knees to come over and suck my cock. I had just enough whiskey in me, to let him too. I moved next to the black guy and the little guy on his knees undid my jeans and slid them down, grabbing my cock, which by now was starting to get stiff with curiosity. I'll tell you what, this little guy on his knees knew how to suck some cock. I thought maybe in my drunkenness, I had accidentally stuck my dick in a vacuum cleaner. It felt fantastic, not only because this little guy on his knees was giving me an excellent blowjob, but because I was doing it in front of other people. Some wild spark had been lit inside me, and I was getting very, very horny.
As the black guy began to run his hand up the crack of my ass, I decided that this would be the time I found out what it was like to get fucked.
"Can we go back to your place," I asked the black guy.
He told me we couldn't because he lived too far away.
"Is there somewhere around here we can go," I was really starting to get hot. "I wanna feel that huge cock of yours inside me."
He told me if I wanted him to me so bad, I should just bend over and let him fuck me right there.
Now this is probably where I should have said, "thank you, but no," thanked the little guy on his knees, paid my bar tab, and found my way back to the real world.
But I was God's own drunk and a fearless man.
So what did I do?
I did what any horny, drunk, soon to be unvirgin would do... I bent over.
