My name is Paul and I got to tell you what happened to me yesterday. A brief description of me, I'm a 38 year old white male. I'm a practicing dentist and I make a very comfortable living. I got divorced about 2 years ago. I'm 6 foot tall, about 185 lbs., still in pretty good shape as I surf once, maybe twice a week if the waves cooperate and if I have time. I pride myself on being well groomed, sporting a close cropped goatee and mustache. I modestly think I'm better than average looking facially, but hardly ready for the cover of GQ.
Remnants of my divorce, I still have my motorcycle, that I ride a few times a week, especially on the weekends if the surf is crappy. I have a favorite outdoor bar, that has become a gathering place for motorcycle riders. It's not a biker bar by any means and I don't consider myself a biker either. I'm just a dentist that owns a motorcycle. There's usually a few bikes parked out front and I have made several friends there over the last few months, but none were there yesterday. The bar faces a lake with a pier, A lot of locals tie their boats up to and come into the bar to eat and drink.
I have been on a bit of a bad streak with meeting new women lately. I do have a couple of women that will come take care of my sexual needs with just a phone call. Just physical relationships that are beneficial for both me and them, strictly booty calls for the most part. But I have really been devoting my time to chasing a waitress at the bar. Becky is hot, probably a bit out of my league, but that hasn't deterred me. She dotes on me when I go to the bar and I love her attention as she hangs out at my table talking to me in between her orders.
The all female waitstaff crew there wears these really skimpy tight orange short shorts and tight white V-neck t-shirts with the bar's logo on the front. She has a really sweet ass and also really fills out that t-shirt with her ample cleavage bulging out to feast your eyes on. I feel it's just a matter of time before we hook up, but sadly she was off yesterday.
I pulled up on my bike and parked in front, planning to gonna have a have a beer or two. Walking up the deck I see this young guy totally staring me down. This twink looking guy was wearing a tiny wet bathing suit, that was easily visible as his tight t-shirt barely came to his waist. It looked like a woman's bikini bottom. I guess he had been swimming in the lake with all the other locals and tourists in town. I purposely took the table right next to him, as I was a little curious about him. Don't get me wrong, I'm not gay or even bi, I just wanted to get a closer look at this fairy.
When he stood and walked to the counter to get a bottle of ketchup, I couldn't help but stare his unbelievable feminine bottom. With the tiniest waist, thickest thighs and widest hips I had ever seen on a man, I would of sworn his body was photo shopped like some of those pictures you see on the Internet. That ass was absolutely fetching I must admit.
It seemed like he purposely made quite a display as he stood, prancing around the room flaunting his tight little body. This kid had a rump on him that most women would die for. Well rounded, plump but firm, it stretched his bathing suit to the edge of seam busting. He was acting like a little slut as he sashayed back to his table, not ashamed to flaunt that big booty publicly. Every man and woman at the bar watched him parade around the room.
Skinny and frail, almost fragile looking, except for that ass, he had these big fat "dick sucking lips". These over sized bimbo lips that looked like he had gotten collagen injections in them. The kind of lips that you would love wrapped around your cock.
He had an extremely delicate and slender neck that looked so effeminate. Longish blonde hair to his shoulders, soft eyes and legs as smooth as a baby's butt, he was almost too pretty to be a man. He wore an earring in one ear, and what appeared to me to be lady's sandals.
I ordered a beer and a burger as I watched him gulp down his giant shrimp poor boy and fries at the next table. He had the most sissified looking drink with an umbrella and a pineapple slice on the rim. When he wrapped those big plump, puffy lips around his straw, staring directly at me, the way he sucked on it was almost obscene. He was devouring that poorboy, taking these huge bites and literally wolfing them down. Big doggy bites, like he was starving.
Glancing over at me while I waited for my food, our eyes locked on each other again and I finally spoke jokingly, "Hey man, don't hurt yourself there and watch your fingers I joked. I don't want to have to take you to emergency room or grab you from behind and perform the Heimlich maneuver on you."
He giggled like a little girl that was caught doing something naughty and replied proudly and way too loudly, enough for any nearby tables to hear, "I never gag." he said boldly, "No matter what I put in my mouth, I never gag and if you grabbed me from behind, Oh my God, I would probably just faint."
Maybe it was just my imagination, but as I glanced at the tables around us, it seemed like everybody was now intently listening to us and what I would say next. I was more than a bit flustered as I thought, was this kid coming on to me? All I could think of to respond was, "I bet I got something that could make you gag?", I mused to myself, not daring to say that with the audience surrounding us.
We chatted a bit, mostly him talking and me just listening. Everybody seemed to go back to their own dinners and conversations, still glancing over occasionally to see or hear what we were talking about. We introduced ourselves, his name was Kyle, but said all his friends called him Kylie, telling me he would like me to be his friend. He told me he worked at a tanning salon in town and went to the local community college. He was studying fashion. "What sort of man studies fashion?", I thought to myself.
I gauged his age as 20ish. He was articulate and seemed very intelligent for his age, it's just that I couldn't get over that he was such a poof. So petite, so effeminate, almost fragile looking, except for that ass that was so packed and those big fat dick sucking lips.
As he finished his food and stood up, still intrigued by his gag comment and fishing for maybe more, I said, "I hope I didn't run you off."
"No, not at all. You are mysteriously interesting Paul. I'm really delighted to have met you today and would love to get to know you better. I need to tinkle, but I'll be right back." he said as he started to scurry off, giving me a good look at that firm fat ass again.
Again, I thought to myself, "What kind of man says tinkle?", then I said, "Join me when you get back, I'll buy you another drink if you got time." which made him smile broadly.
