He looked like all the other tan, muscular guys I'd seen in bars before. He was wearing a light green shirt and had lightly shaven, black facial hair. His dark hair and blue eyes gave him a good-looking-but-smart vibe.
He walked up to the bar and put his elbow down on it, facing me. He was trying to grab drinks for some of his friends. He caught the bartender as I tried to look forward and focus on my beer.
Then, I could feel him looking at me, and turned. He had a smirk on his face that gave me butterflies in my stomach. "Hi there," he said.
"Hi," I said, cutting off the end of the word, since my voice coming out little more feminine than I had planned.
"You look good," he said, still smirking.
"Thanks," I said, feeling flattered, with the butterflies continuing to rise inside me. It wasn't every day I got compliments on how I looked from random guys. Some part of me was telling me I should say I wasn't gay, in case he was and thought I was, but another part of me was far too turned on to say anything at all.
He stepped closer. "I'm here with a few of my friends, who are you here with?" he said.
"I'm... uh... I'm here alone. Just having a chill night," I said, a bit sadly.
"That's a shame, you shouldn't be alone tonight," he said. "Can I keep you company?"
"Yes," I said, maybe a little too quickly. "I mean, that sounds great."
"Good." He smiled, and paused a little. "I'm happy about that," he said, staring into my eyes with his warm smile. My eyes opened widely in response.
His drinks came, three of them, and he paid the bartender, not opening a tab. "I'll be right back," he said.
He left with two of the drinks, and then returned and started drinking the third, and old fashioned.
He stepped close to me now, really close. The straw of his drink was in his mouth. "You seem nervous," he said, and put his hand on the lower part of my thigh. "What's wrong?"
"I... this is new for me..." I said.
"And you're sacred?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry to hear that, do you want me to go away?"
"No, no... I really like this," I said.
He started leaning into me a little bit. His face was so close that only I could hear him when he spoke.
"That's a good boy," he said.
I shivered. Goosebumps covered my body. I was stupidly aroused.
"Why don't you come back to my place with me?" He asked in a low voice. "I can drive us."
I hadn't been expecting this. I truly had come here just to get out some and relax. This was a very surprising turn of events. I was incredibly excited, and even though a part of me was scared and worried about being embarrassed, I was far too electric now to say no.
"That sounds nice," I said. I almost said "lovely", as my feeling-self was starting to come up, but I was worried about using too feminine a word. Like that mattered to him.
"Great," he said. At that moment our drinks happened to be finished, faster than usual for me. I guess I drink faster when I'm excited.
He started grabbing his coat, and I got up from my bar stool.
We walked toward the door. As we passed by the booth full of his friends, one of the girls gave me a long, hard look with a smile in her eyes.
He took me to his car: a black corvette. I fumbled with the door handle, but eventually got in on the passenger's side. I started buckling in, but as he was hopping in he saw me and said, "There's no need for that, I'm a safe driver." So I left it off and just sat back.
He pulled onto the side road and then the highway. He grabbed my left hand with his right. We rode for a minute or so before he said, "Hey, I've got a gift for you." He started to pull my hand toward his groin, and I understood what he wanted. I started rubbing his hard cock through his khakis.
"Undo my zipper, and pull down my pants," he said as he drove on. I did, and a large, thick, uncut cock fell out. I hadn't seen many dicks before, but it was larger than I had ever seen. The veins popped out along the side. I swear, my mouth was watering.
I started touching him. His cock bounced and grew as I started stroking him. My own groin was electric.
"Suck it, baby," he said. I realized now why he had told me to keep my seatbelt off.
