When my friends and I booked a trip to Nashville for May, we didn't expect to be running around in temperatures that were nearing 100 degrees!
Any excursion we did outside at the state parks left us dripping in sweat and exhausted, but that didn't mean we weren't going to shower off and hit the streets for good music and drinks. Lots and lots of drinks.
We spent the first two nights soaking in the music, beers, and rambunctious nightlife the city streets had to offer.
We were a mixed crew of 3 straights guys and two gay guys. Lots of opportunity for both it felt like in that town. Good looking girls, strapping guys, and crowds to push everyone together even in the sweltering heat.
It wasn't until the third night that fun out on the streets led to fun in the sheets for me though!
It was around 10 pm and the heat was overwhelming me. I was taking a break from beer to chug water when I saw a group of three guys walk in to the bar we were camped out on.
They were all big guys that seemed to fill the whole bar with their presence and were wearing cowboy boots and hats.
All three were hot, but the man in the middle really caught my eye.
He had to have been 6'2", about 250 pounds, black, medium length hair, a big chest with chest hair poking out of his button up shirt. Strong arms and hands that I immediately imagined wrapping around me.
His thick thighs filled out every inch of his tight jeans. And speaking of his tight jeans, they sure didn't leave much to the imagination when picturing the size of his bulge!
James, my friend who shared the same interests in men as me nudged my arm. We made eye contact and he mouthed "oh my god!" To me and laughed.
I smiled back and nodded, mouthing back to him, "I know!"
I watched as this big hunk of a man made his way to the bar alone and I felt James push my back towards the bar. He said in my ear in the loud bar, "if you don't go, I will!"
My feet found myself walking all the way to the bar next to the Cowboy Stud. I glanced over and continued checking him out as he leaned over the bar and tried to get the bartenders attention in the busy, loud crowd. Voices around us sounded like buzzing in the background as the band played louder and louder.
He leaned back when the bartender was absorbed by another crowd of girls and caught me staring at him. He smiled a big smile at me that made my stomach flip over and I watched as his eyes flicked up and down my body.
Man, was he really gay? Am I that lucky I thought?
I smiled up at him. He said, "I'm not sure how pressing your need for a drink is if you've got a full cup of vodka already!"
I blushed. Or was out of breath. Or was dying of heat exhaustion I thought as I felt a trickle of sweat run down my lower back.
I laughed, "Oh no man, it's water. Trying to hydrate."
"Well I get that, I've been drinking beer all night and could use a glass myself. It's hot as balls out here."
His thick accent from somewhere down south combined with the cowboy attire was making my cock stir so much I was afraid to lean away from the bar and have everyone see how much he was turning me on.
"Yeah, we've been here for a couple days and can't wait to go back up north. Not built for this heat!"
"Where are you from?"
"Michigan. You?"
"Georgia. The heat's probably not bothering me as much as you!"
"I bet!" I said as the bartender came over and he ordered three beers. He looked at me, "Want one?"
"Uh sure." I said and he turned back to the bartender. "Make that four." And he held up four, meaty fingers that I wished were stuffed in my mouth right then.
While the bartender grabbed the beers, he put his hand out and shook mine, almost crushing my fingers. "I'm Dustin."
"Mike." I said back. "Thanks for the beers."
"No problem, maybe you can pay me back by bringing a case of water to my hotel later tonight so I don't die of heat stroke." His eyes glimmered in the bar light raking over my body again like a animal.
My heart froze as I stammered out, "I could... I could do that."
He smiled at me and we clinked out beers together. "Cool, well I'll probably be back around 1 am, just be cool when you're coming through ok?"
"I can do cool." I said smiling back at him in probably the most uncool way possible.
He left to go meet his friends and I went back to mine which was met with regaling the story and lots of teasing and ribbing from everyone.
We bounced around to a few more bars, water becoming the drink of choice as the night wore on for recovery purposes. By the time it was getting close to one, my friends were pushing me out.
"You've got somewhere you need to be!" They teased as I left the bar scene and friends between for what I hoped was a hot hookup.
Dustin's hotel wasn't far off of the Main Street. I stopped and grabbed a bag filled with 6 water bottles along the way.
I forced my breathing to slow down as I got into the elevator to go to his room on the 8th floor. I was so horny and excited.
I adjusted myself in my jeans as I walked up to his room door, took a breath, and knocked.
"One sec!" He called out and the door flung open a moment later. Dustin was still in his boots, jeans, with his shirt unbuttoned all the way revealing a strong torso and stomach with coarse black hair. His hat was on the desk across from the bed. He threw me a big smile and motioned to come inside.
"Good seeing you again." He said.
"And you." I said biting my lip and holding out the bag. "Your waters as requested."
"Man, you're a lifesaver. Full service guy huh?" He teased as he pulled a water bottle out and drained it in one big gulp. A little bit of water falling down his chin and splashing onto his chest mixing with his coarse chest hair.
He came up for air and tossed the water bottle. "So, make yourself comfortable man, I'm gonna hop in the shower. Need to rinse off before any more physical activity." He teased.
"Well, I need to do the same if you don't mind me joining you?"
"If I did mind, we wouldn't have much fun together tonight would we?" He said taking a step forward and closing the gap between us.
I looked up at him and could feel the immense heat radiating from his body and felt my own temperature rise.
I reached out and cupped his cheeks and brought his lips down to mine.
His salty tasting lips pressed into mine and his hands gripped my hips tightly as we connected. His lips parted and his tongue pushed roughly into my mouth.
The taste of beer was on our tongues still. His body smelled of a rich, manly musk. We were about to shower, but it wouldn't be long before that manly scent of physical exertion was going to fill the room again.
I pushed his shirt all the way off and down to the floor. My hands cupped his broad shoulders and then ran over his thick upper back. Our tongues continued to explore one another.
I kicked my shoes off and his hands moved from my hips to my belt. He undid my belt with ease and then my zipper.
