I sat, looking longingly out of my apartment window with a fresh tear in my eye. My boyfriend of one year, Clint, had dumped me a week ago and it still stung. While it's true we had drifted apart over the past couple of months, it still came as a shock. I had pretty much stayed in bed all week, too distraught to attend class or even go to the gym for yoga lessons.
A few things about me. My name is Roy and I am 100% gay. Clint was not my first boyfriend, but he had been the one I loved most.
I am a bottom, but, regardless of the stupid stereotypes you hear about bottoms, I am not a slut. I enjoy being romanced, kissed, caressed and all of that gushy relationship stuff. I do like sex, but once again, I'm not a slut. I've only slept with those I've had strong feelings for. I give blowjobs irregularly and consider them a special thing for my partners.
You guessed it. I'm what many call a stuck up prude.
I'm 22 years old, 5"6', thin build, with hazel eyes and short black hair. I have a 5 1/2 inch dick and I'm slightly bottom-heavy with a curvy butt, but you wouldn't know that unless you saw me naked or I was wearing spandex or something.
It was now Saturday evening and I forced myself to take a brisk walk around my quiet college town. I passed my favorite bookstore, deli, and a gas station before walking in the opposite direction of the street where Clint had first kissed me, not wanting to relive those moments with my heart so raw.
I ended up on a street with a stretch of bars and noticed one with a gay pride flag hanging on it. It had been a big deal when this bar first went in a year ago, with our towns sizable lgbtq community rather excited. I had been in once with a friend and it was ok, but not really my scene. I thought about Clint hadn't liked it at all and swore to never come back. That drew me to the place and I found myself opening the door and walking in.
A group of my friends were sitting at a booth and I tried to avoid them, not really wanting to talk or socialize, but sure enough they noticed me and convinced me to sit down. For two hours we sat and talked about lots of stuff, laughing, drinking and sharing food. Though crass, they offered a lot of phallic shaped food. Knowing that I was prudish compared to the rest of them, my buddy Gary ordered me a corn dog with mayo at the top and laughed when I blushed.
Out of the corner of my eye, I kept noticing a guy at the bar looking me over. He was about 6"2' and well built, conventionally hot, but definitely not my type as I tended to go out with people similar to me. I stopped looking out for him and went back to chatting with my friends, getting a bit drunk in the process.
As I continued to drink I glanced over to the guy and we made eye contact. He smiled and winked, raising his glass of beer slightly. I gave a nervous smile and went back to my friends and wine.
"Oooh, Roy, looks like you have an admirer" teased Gary.
I blushed slightly and remarked "please! Not my type! Plus, it's too soon."
My friend Marcus interrupted and said "to soon? For what? No one is saying you need to date him....just cut loose....get that dick!" which made the entire table laugh.
We continued talking for a few more minutes and then we all got up to leave for the night. As we moved towards the door, Marcus grabbed my shoulder and motioned for me to hang back.
"Dude, he is still checking you out. Why don't you at least go try to get to know him?"
"Like I said, he's not my type."
"Well...maybe you'll find he is. Maybe you're right, who knows? But maybe you need to just take a chance sometimes and break out of your shell, have some fun, you know? I know you're hurting. I just want to see someone put a smile on your face...that's all, I don't want to pressure you or anything, just my two cents."
I tried to come up with a rebuttal but was actually feeling pretty buzzed and adventurous.
"Ok...one drink..." I mumbled.
Marcus smiled and gave me a big hug.
"Great! Call me tomorrow and let me know how it goes!" he said while catching up with the rest of the guys.
I took a deep breath and slowly turned around. As expected, the guy was looking at me with a smile on his face. He pulled the stool next to him out with his foot and patted it, motioning for me to take a seat. I meekly walked over and sat down, too nervous to say anything.
He offered me his hand and said "don't worry, I don't bite...unless you want me to."