I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. At first, I was convinced it was my alarm and I was late for work, but as the drowsiness started to subside, I realized it was actually my phone ringing. I made an attempt to pick up the receiver but ended up knocking it to the floor.
"Don't hang up!" I yelled at the phone as I leaned over to pick up the receiver. I dropped it one time then finally got it to my ear. At this point, I was prepared for a dead line.
"Scott?" I hear on the other end.
"Yes? Who is this?" I ask in my slow, tired voice.
"It's Steve. Did I wake you?"
"Nah, I mean, yes, but it doesn't matter I had to get up. What's going on?" We engage in light banter and banalities about our plans for the day, work and other BS people find themselves involved in. He asks me if I want to meet for a drink around noon. I accept and we decide to meet at a local sports bar for some lunch and a few drinks.
"Alright, sounds like a plan to me. See you there!" He says as he hangs up the line. I have about 2 hours until I'm going to meet up with Steve, so I decide to take care of myself. I take a long hot shower, thinking about the last time I hung out with Steve. It was our first meeting, and things went very well. I met him and his wife, Kara, on an adult dating webpage. I had been rather bi-curious for quite some time, and found them while looking for new experiences. We had a night of insane sex. Just thinking about it gave me a huge erection.
I found myself starting to stroke my cock, closing my eyes and imagining Steve's strong hand pulling my hips back towards him as he fucked my ass. My left fingers started to work around my ass hole, pushing in slightly then out again. My other hand started to work my cock vigorously. Pretty soon I was on all fours on the shower floor, two fingers in my ass and a strong grip on my cock. The hot water splashed against my body as I finished on the shower floor. Hot cum exploded on the wet floor and ran slowly down toward the drain. I picked myself up off the floor and finished washing my body.
After my shower, I shaved, and got dressed. I wasn't too fond of what I was wearing and had another hour to kill, so I decided to hit the mall for some clothes. I felt like a kid going on his first date or something. I was nervous and excited and wanted to look my best. I found a nice sweater and some new jeans to wear. I had a bit of spending money, so I picked up a new pair of shoes also. A quick stop by the barber and I was ready to hit the bar.
I felt a little overdressed walking into a sports bar at noon the way I was. My hair was all perfect, new clothes and a look of nervous excitement painted all over my face. The place was mostly empty. Only a few staff and a couple sitting at a back table having lunch were present. There was no sign of Steve, so I grabbed a table near the wall and ordered a drink.
"I'll have a Long Island iced tea." I told the waiter. He strolled off after trying to push some appetizers on me. I found myself getting more and more nervous as time went on. I could barely remember what Steve looked like. It had been a couple of weeks and only a few phone conversations in between. At first, I was convinced they regretted the night, but it turned out they were nervous to call me again. I guess they thought the night ad been too much for me. My drink arrived and I started to pound it down. I needed to take the edge off before Steve got there.
I was about half way done with my drink when I heard a deep confident voice behind me. I turn and see Steve standing there in shorts and a t-shirt. Again, I felt greatly over dressed and obvious. I blushed a little when I saw him.
"You look really nice today!" He said with bright enthusiasm in his voice. Again, I blushed and he laughed.
