Mike was on the hunt tonight. It had been weeks since he got any action, but tonight was the night he'd get a piece of ass. He spotted a little something at the bar. His prey looked pretty young and a bit out of place. The young man looked like he was plucked right out of a magazine, he was slim and fit with a nice looking ass on him. Mike's mouth watered at the prospect. So he sauntered over and asked, "Enjoying the night?"
Bobby had recently found out his girlfriend had been cheating on him. She said he was too passive for her and she wanted someone that knew exactly what they wanted and how to get things done. Bobby later found out she was now with the rugged biker they'd seen now and then at the gym. He was just trying to forget about her and seeing what the night life had to offer until this other guy showed up.
"I dunno man, I'm just trying to clear my head," Bobby replied while scoping out the packed bar crowd. Mike saw a little opening and prodded it. It seemed Bobby had a lot to get off his chest so he let it out and explained to Mike what had been transpiring.
"That's tough man. Bitches will do that to ya. Treat'em real good and then they take ya for granted. Then they leave you for a dirty cock that'll treat them like a piece of trash that they really are," Mike said while taking a swig of his beer. Bobby, hearing that Mike compared his ex-girlfriend to trash, got a little angry. Seeing this, Bobby tried to defuse, "Whoa there, buddy! I didn't mean anything by it. Just sayin, you deserve better." Mike downed the rest of the beer and ordered another.
Bobby felt like he had enough of this jackass. He finished his drink and went to the restroom. Mike gazed upon his ass as he headed away. He quickly thought of a plan and put it into play. Bobby came back to the bar after relieving himself and told the bartender he wanted to cash out. The bartender replied, "Your buddy took care of it." Bobby annoyance lessened and asked for his credit card back but the bartender said he gave it to the friend he was with. Bobby now irate shot back, "That guy wasn't my friend! I don't even know his name!"
"Well he's right over there guy," The bartender said while pointing to Mike in a corner booth. Mike waved at them as Bobby made a beeline to him.
"Can I have my card please," Bobby asked sternly. Mike chuckled, "Come Bobby, I ordered us one more round. It's on me. Just sit and relax buddy. Come on, I'll even introduce myself. My name is Mike. Sit down, sit down. Just one drink."
Bobby watched as Mike put his card by the drink. Feeling a little guilty since Mike paid for the drinks, he sat down. They were both facing the crowd as they picked up where they left off. They talked about past loves and losses. What they did for a living and before they knew it, they'd finished another 5 rounds over drinks. Little did Bobby know, Mike's alcohol tolerance was pretty high and Bobby was near ready to keel over.
"Hey Bobby, how you gettin home," Mike asked. Bobby slurred, "Im driving." Mike grinned and tried to sway Bobby to allow him to drive them home, but he wasn't having it. Mike out a hand on Bobby knee and pressed on, "Listen Buddy, you're in no condition to drive. I'll go pay our tab." But before Bobby could interject, Mike had already left. He tried to shake the haze and sober up. His senses were all a mess. He felt good because he was drunk and was in good company, but there was a voice trying to warn him. He thought, "Was this his plan? Was he trying to get me drunk to take advantage of me? But I'm not gay. And he mentioned about having a lot of sex with women. But did he actually mention women?"
Bobby felt strong hands lift him to stand up. Chucking Mike said, "Up ya go. Let's get outta here. They're gonna close up soon." and he proceeded to usher a stumbling Bobby out of the door. After taking a few steps, sirens blared in Bobby's head, "He' taking you home to fuck you! Stop you idiot!" So he stopped and braced himself on the building.
