My Uber driver looked a little freaked out when he saw me walking towards his car. Apparently he doesn't see many guys with black and blonde mohawks, studded leather motorcycle jackets, skin tight, red latex pants, and black, high heeled ankle boots. I got in the car, and said hello, to which he muttered, "Hey," then pulled out into the street.
As we drove, I looked in the rear view mirror to check my make-up, and caught him nervously staring at me. "Want me to suck your cock?" I offered in a sweet voice, thinking maybe the guy was tense and just needed a blowjob.
"No thanks." He responded, sounding angry for some reason.
"You sure?" I asked, smiling sweetly into the mirror. "I'm really good at it."
"Yeah, I'm sure." He growled. The rest of the trip, he kept his eyes on the road, until he pulled up in front of a bar that was owned by my friends Michael and Eve.
"Well, you know where I live if you change your mind, Daddy." I teased, then got out of the car. As soon as I closed the door, he sped away. I laughed, then walked inside.
"Hey Kyle!" Said Eve when she saw me walk in. "You look hot!"
"Thanks! Don't I always?"
"Yeah, but you go all out when your favorite guitar player is playing." She teased, then kissed me on the lips. Eve is a cool chick, with a curvy figure and a Bettie Page hairstyle, who does burlesque and pinup modeling. She's also bisexual, very kinky, and loves watching guys go at it. Her, myself and her husband Michael have had some very wild times together.
"Well, you know." I smiled. It wasn't a secret that I had been a little obsessed with Jason, the guitar player, ever since I had first seen him a few months ago.
I sat at the bar, and had a few drinks. Michael showed up, and said hello, giving me a knowing grin. I had a few more drinks, and was beginning to get a little buzzed, when I saw Jason walk in.
"Hey!" I said, probably sounding too excited.
"Well, hey!" He said, with a grin that made my stomach feel funny. "Don't you look hot tonight!"
"Awww thank you!" I replied, getting excited, even though I knew he was just teasing. He knew I had the hots for him, and although he was straight, he was cool with it, and even flirted back. "So do you!"
He gave me a cocky grin, then leaned up against the bar, and ordered a Jack and Coke. I tried not to stare, but couldn't help myself. Jason is a God, with his slicked back black hair, lean face, stubble beard, intense brown eyes, and crooked, broken nose. He used to be a boxer, and although he doesn't fight anymore, he still looks like he works out religiously, with his lean muscular body, pumped chest and tattooed, muscular arms. He's in his late thirties, and is about six foot tall.
About an hour later, Jason and his band played, then started tearing down the stage, to make room for the next band. I stepped out back, had just lit a joint, when I saw Jason come out the back door with his guitar case. "Want some?" I asked, offering him my joint.
"Fuck yeah!" He replied. He put his guitar in their van, then took the joint and had a big puff.
"You guys were really good tonight!" I said.
"Thanks!" He replied, handing me my joint back. "That's always nice to hear considering we mostly do this for fun."
I took a puff, and admired his chest, which looked quite good in his tight black t-shirt. The drummer, a very tall slender guy named Heath came out, and put a case in the van. "What are you two doing out here?" He asked, sniffing the air and grinning.
"Nothing." I replied innocently, handing him what was left of my joint. He smiled, took a puff, then went back inside.
"Well, I better help them." Jason said. "Hey, thanks!"
"Anytime!" I replied, staring at his ass and legs as he walked off.
By the time the headliner went on, I was feeling pretty good, and having a blast, listening to music, drinking and hanging out with some friends. When the show was over, the place slowly began to empty out, and tried to figure out what to do next. I was pretty drunk, and horny, and wasn't ready to go home. I was considering trying to find someone on an app, or heading to one of the wild after hours places, when Jason walked up to the bar and ordered a drink.
"So, have any plans for the rest of the night?" He asked.
"I'm not sure yet. How about you?"
"I have a room at the Commodore. I'll probably head back there and have a drink." He said.
"Oh, cool."
"Want to come? I'd love a little company."
"Huh?" I asked stupidly.
He smiled, locked his eyes to mine, and said, "I asked if you wanted to come to my room."
"Uh, yeah, sure!" I said, totally shocked.
"You look surprised." He said, staring into my eyes.
"Well, I am a little surprised." I confessed.
"You're fucking hot. I flirt with you every time I see you."
"Oh, yeah, um I thought you were just kind of joking. I thought you were, uh, straight."
"Oh, I wasn't joking, and I'm not straight. I love cute boys with hot asses." He said, now playing with my belly button ring. "Especially ones that are a little bit girly."
"Oh!" I replied. I couldn't think of anything else to say. My head was spinning. He slipped his hand from my waist to my ass.
"Yeah, I love fucking a hot ass. I like to get a little rough, too."
"That sounds hot." I replied.
He smiled, took my hand, and led me out of the bar. I obediently followed him down the sidewalk, my heels clicking and my body trembling with anticipation. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. We walked into the lobby of his hotel, and a couple of well dressed men stared at us, as we walked to the elevators. I'm sure we were quite a sight, a guy with tight red pants, heels, and a mohawk following a muscular stud. I knew they knew I was about to get fucked. I gave them a big smile.
As soon as we were in the elevator, he grabbed me, then shoved his tongue down my throat. While we kissed, he gripped my ass with both hands, and I squeezed his muscular biceps. The door opened, and he led me down the hall, then into a room.
"Get those clothes off." He demanded, completely in charge now. I immediately complied, taking off my jacket, shirt, boots, and wiggling out of my tight pants. "Hot undies boy." He said approvingly, looking at my hot pink jockstrap. "I like that. Now put those heels back on." I slipped my boots back on, and he said, "Hell, yeah!" With a big grin.
I smiled, turned around and wiggled my ass. "Do you like that Daddy?" I asked, looking over my shoulder at him.