It was mid-July and my company had sent me to South Florida for a week to help out on an Everglades restoration project. Since my 30th birthday was coming up on the weekend, I decided I would stay down in Florida to celebrate.
A few weeks before the trip I logged onto gay.com and was doing some advance "scouting" of the locals, hoping to find some guys to go to the clubs with, eat dinner, and/or go to the beach. Turns out one of the guys I chatted with happened to work at the Holiday Inn in Fort Lauderdale. Initially, I had planned to stay out in Sunrise at the Hampton, where my company was putting me up, but Chris told me he could get me a really good rate at the Holiday Inn since it was July and thus off-peak, and they didn't have many rooms booked. I decided to take him up on his offer.
A couple days later, when talking with my friends Max and Jack from Boston, I mentioned that I was planning to celebrate my 30th in South Florida. They decided they wanted to join me. "Perfect", I thought.
The night of my birthday, I lobbied that we go to Boardwalk. It's a bit of a cheesy go-go bar, but the dancers are mostly twinks and latinos; i.e., my type. Normally when we go out, I'm the designated driver among my friends (partly because I'm a bit of a 'mother hen' and partly because I just like my car too much to drive drunk). However, Max insisted that since it was my birthday, I should relax a little, and "I needed to drink," as he put it.
The bartender working that night was this incredibly gorgeous latino young man. I think his name was Eduardo, or he was from Ecuador or El Salvador. All I remember is the letter "E", as I must admit, my memories from that night are a bit fuzzy. He was working behind the bar shirtless. He had the most handsome face, with squarish features and an amazing smile. He had flawless golden tan skin and a nicely toned chest and stomach. He had a tattoo of a sun around his navel (I'm not a fan of tattoos, but given all his other 'pluses', I was willing to overlook it) and his jeans hung low on his hips, revealing a nice tuft of silky black bush emerging from the top of his waistband.
He was a really friendly guy and spent a good portion of his time chatting with us. I couldn't tell how much of his attention was "tip-oriented", how much was simply because Jack, Max, and I were among the youngest customers in the bar, and/or whether he was as attracted to me as I was to him.
At some point, either Max or I mentioned that it was my birthday. Eduardo then declared that my drinks were 'on the house'. It seemed that he made a point of refilling my rum & coke after every sip, never letting my glass get less than half full. While I normally count my drinks to make sure I never over-indulge, Eduardo's complimentary topping off made it very difficult for me to keep track.
I probably would have asked, even if I were sober, but at some point in our conversation, I asked Eduardo if he was commando or if he was wearing underwear. Eduardo said, "I'll make you a deal...if you and Max take off your shirts, I'll show you."
Well, that deal was a no-brainer. Shirtless in exchange for a glimpse of dick - of course! Max and I both agreed. Max had a really nice body; lots of people say he resembles Freddie Prince, Jr. Max works out a lot is always complimented on his biceps, and his pecs aren't too shabby either. I'm not quite as buff as Max, with many people saying I resemble Doogie Howser (i.e., Neil Patrick Harris). My best feature is probably my legs. Unlike many men who work out and have an over-developed top half with very scrawny chicken legs, I have very well shaped legs.
So, we take off our shirts, and Eduardo in turn unbuttons his jeans. Out pops a gorgeous soft uncut cock with the cutest roll of foreskin just barely not covering up the tip of his penis. I was in heaven! Eduardo then offers to give us a massage. I ask, "How is that possible; you have to work the bar?"
