Must. Have. COCK!
Nervously, he entered the bar. He tried to fit in with the fanfare, the decorations, and being "smooth", but he was here for one reason and one reason only. He needed to worship cock.
Julian was once a hetero father of two, who had a fetish for shemales, and had always dreamt of sucking cock, until that night with Tonya. He learned that he not only liked sucking cock--it was his life's purpose. He needed to be mouth-fucked, and he had nowhere to turn, in his normal hetero life. He no longer cared if the cock's owner was dressed as a woman--the real fascination all along had been with worshipping cock. Shemales were just a stepping stone to get to where he was now. Now, Julian was in downtown San Francisco, where he told the wife it was a business trip, and told work it was a vacation, and he used some gambling winnings to book the flight. Now he had a room booked across the street, and he was walking into the Pink Stallion, a well known gay-bar.
Julian had no idea how to attract a man, but he figured, any guy with a cock would want it sucked. But that would be quite a forward approach. If he could just start a conversation, then maybe whisper it? He didn't know, and he was so shy, almost terrified. But tonight, nothing was worse than the pain in his heart from having no cock for almost two months. He sat down at the bar, and ordered a shot of Patron. Julian didn't drink much, but when he did, good tequila was it.
"Two Fifty, sugar," the bartender said in a girly voice.
Julian fumbled for his wallet and handed him a card. He slammed the shot, slowly spun his chair around, and looked around as he leaned against the bar. The place was packed, and Bad Romance was playing on the radio. The song echoed his feelings so much.
As the tequila took effect, Julian started to get up his courage. It was actually a bit easier than approaching women--these were guys. Gay guys, but guys nonetheless. And he really just wanted to give, so it was a win-win. He was looking at a guy across the bar. This guy was young, short hair, and looked like he was built well. He was wearing a purple shirt, and a nose ring.
After another shot, he started towards the guy's table.
"I'm Julian," he said calmly (thanks to the tequila), as he reached out his hand.
The purple shirted gentleman looked up, smiled and offered his hand. Julian reached down and kissed his hand, as he would do for a woman.
"I'm Derek. What brings you here today?" he said with a wink.
"Just hanging out," Julian said as he sat down. "Is this seat taken?"
"No sweetie, but it is now!" Derek said cheerfully."So, do you live around here?" he continued.
"I live in Arizona, but I am here on vacation. We don't have any lounges like this where I live." Julian said with a smile.
"Well, that's too bad. This is a nice place, to meet, or whatever," Derek said as he waved his hands, palms up.
"I am here to do just that. I, well, I just love cock, and I thought I might get some here" Julian said. Even though he was buzzed, he still felt some adrenaline from making such a bold statement.
"Oooh OOh! I've got one!" Derek said, mockingly, then playfully slapped Julian's arm.
The both laughed, and Julian was becoming more comfortable. The talked and laughed, and discussed other patrons of the bar. He was starting to like Derek, and after awhile, he told Derek a summarized story of his night with Tonya. After the story, Derek looked like he was getting excited, and Julian felt it was time to 'pop the question.'
"Look, I have a room at the Hilton across the street. Wanna go have some fun?" Julian asked, in a surprisingly calm voice.
