David was one of the regulars at my favorite bar. He was one of many people I saw there on a fairly regular basis; we'd occasionally chat about sports or movies or our favorite types of booze. He was a couple years older than me (I was 26 at the time) and, even though I'd never had any sort of sexual or romantic encounters with another guy before, I couldn't help but notice that he was attractive. He was about 6 feet tall (a couple inches taller than myself) and fit, though not overly muscular. I'd never seen him in the bar with anyone of either sex that seemed to be anything more than a friend, so I wasn't sure about his orientation--not that I figured it mattered, since I had nearly resigned myself to being too chickenshit to actually take the plunge and have my first gay experience. My thoughts about David were limited to imagining him fucking me when I jerked off, often with the help of one of my dildos up my ass.
Thus, when I agreed to go over to David's house one night in early May to look at some of the old CDs, tapes, and records that he was thinking about selling, I didn't expect anything to happen other than just perusing the aforementioned stuff.
I got in my car and followed David from the bar to his house. He lived at the edge of the suburbs, where the houses started to get more widely spaced with wooded land in between them. I followed him into his house and saw several boxes of David's music collection out on the coffee table and living room floor. "Have at it, Rob," he said. "Do you want a drink?" Naturally I did; he made gin and tonics for us both and I started looking through some records.
It was an impressive collection, with rare releases from acts as disparate as Mudhoney, Testament, David Allan Coe, and Thelonious Monk. After David made us a second round of gin and tonics, he suggested we go out on the back deck and continue browsing. We carried our drinks and several boxes out and sat at the small patio table. It was a glorious Spring night, practically room temperature outside with a light, pleasant breeze.
We talked and joked about music for a while, and my head was starting to buzz when we started in on a third round of drinks. I started looking through a box I hadn't explored yet. After flipping past CDs by some punk band I had never heard of, I came to some DVD cases. I froze when I saw what they were: pornos starring Asia Carrera. I was afraid the night was about to take an awkward turn, but David laughed when he saw what I was looking at.
"Oh, I forgot those were in there. They're up for grabs too, though, if you're interested." His reaction immediately put me at ease. I laughed, too, and not the kind of nervous, awkward laughter I thought was going to happen.
"I might have to take you up on these. Asia Carrera is hot! And I've heard she played the piano at Carnegie Hall when she was a kid."
"Yeah, and apparently she's a member of Mensa, if that's the sort of thing that gets you hard," replied David. Hearing him talk about what gets my dick hard, even in jest, suddenly brought all the fantasies I'd ever had about David back into my mind. I'd been geeking out on his record collection so much that I'd almost forgotten how attracted I was to him. Now, seeing him laughing and smiling under the dim glow of his back porch lights, I was suddenly more hot and bothered for him than I ever had been before. I wondered for a moment if perhaps putting those porno vids where I would see them was David's signal that I should make a move, but I quickly put that thought out of my mind. That was just the gin talking. After all, it was straight porn.
Not sure of what to say, I laughed and continued looking though the DVDs. There were a few more Asia Carrera titles, a couple lesbian flicks, and then I hit upon something that made me freeze again. It was unmistakably a gay porno. David just continued smiling. "I guess that one's a little different than the ones you usually watch." I looked up at David, then back down at the man on the cover of the porno. I was momentarily unable to take my eyes off of the man's raging boner and his pendulous, hairless balls. "Or maybe it isn't," said David, taking note of how I stared at the cover. I looked back up at David, now completely unsure of what to say or do. He just grinned at looked me in the eye piercingly. "You know, Rob," he said, swirling his glass around, the ice cubes softly clinking, "no one would have to know."
I still didn't know what to say, but I could feel my mouth start to curve into a grin, and I felt the beginnings of an erection in my pants. David got up from his chair. "Isn't it a lovely night? I won't tell anyone if you don't, Rob. And don't worry, my neighbors' houses are too far away for anyone to hear us out here." He walked around the table and put his hand on my thigh. Still at a loss for words, I remained in my chair and simply lifted up my hand to carress his arm and looked up at him. His hand slid up my thigh and cupped my balls through my jeans as our lips met. It was electric. My heart was immediately racing and my dick started to spring to attention within my jeans. David leaned in closer, probing my mouth with his tongue, his hand still on my balls. My hands moved across his back, running my fingertips up and down from his shoulders to his waist.
David broke our kiss and I emerged breathless. A mumbled "Oh my God..." was all I could manage. David, still with that sexy grin on his face, started to lift up my t-shirt. I raised my arms to allow him to pull it all the way off. I stood up, feeling the night air on my bare torso, and kissed him again. He took my by the hand and led me over to the wooden bench that lined the perimeter of his deck. He pulled his own shirt off as he sat down next to me.
