The next Friday, I didn't even bother texting my friends. I knew exactly what my plans for the night were gonna be. Last week was fun, but I was ready for something more. Something better than a handjob. I felt confident and horny as hell. I knew I wouldn't sleep well until I got my rocks off, so I did what I have always done - I got up and went to get what I wanted.
I opened my closet and found a tank top and a pair of leather pants - perfect. My thoughts turned a little devilish as I realized I haven't showered for a while. I decided to keep it like that while wearing the stuffy pants, going commando. Whoever I was going to run in the bathroom was about to get a really intense taste of a man.
Finding the bar was easy, even though I wasn't too familiar with this part of town - when I was leaving the place last time, I made sure to memorize how to get there. The night was a little busier than last Friday. Saw a lot of big hunks there, some of which were wearing purple bracelets. I sized up each and every one of them and wondered which one of them would end up with a mouthful of my spunk tonight...
I passed the bar, not bothering to order anything. I didn't care if it was rude. I was there to get my dick sucked - or maybe fuck someone - and that was it. Whoever had a problem with that could fuck right off.
I opened the bathroom door without hesitation and walked right in. There were a couple of guys at the urinals outside of the playing area. I ignored them - I couldn't care less about pussies who were too chicken about playing The Purple Challenge. I went right to the corner and walked around it, right into the "arena".
Another player was already there! He was standing by the urinals with his pants zipped up. His right hand carried the bracelet proudly, showing that he was ready and eager to engage in the competition with another patron in exchange for a blowjob, handjob... or getting fucked. He was a scruffy, punkish looking dude. Dark blonde hair, short and messy. A bratty look in his eyes - those were gonna look adorable from between my legs, I thought - and a stubble on his face, combined with a stern expression. Yeah, sure, no need to play tough, 'big guy'. I can see right through you.
He was wearing a leather jacket with a logo of some shit band that I didn't recognize. Chain instead of a belt on his denim, as if that was gonna make him look more serious. Massive construction boots, of course, to hide his small feet. And you know what they say about guys with small feet?
Yeah, the insecurity was pretty much dripping from this guy - but not in the same way as the last one. The last one was submissive from the start. This one was the other extreme - trying to overcompensate for his small dick by acting all tough and mean. I saw right through him and I was already looking forward to my dick putting him in his rightful place.
He snarled as he saw me smirking at him from a distance.
"You just gonna stand there, old man?" he barked at me. I didn't take it personally. Plus, I wasn't that much older than him. No, the big puppy was just yapping.
"Just trying to decide if I should just let you go before I let you tragically lose," I shrugged nonchalantly, "I kinda pity you, man... I don't think you'll be able to handle my dick."
My blatant attempts at teasing this guy were on point. His face went all red. He walked up to me, flexing his muscles to look more buff even though I knew that half of the definition of his shoulders was the work of that rightly-cut leather jacket.
"Is that how it is, huh?" he whispered to me, all wannabe-menacing, "Well, why don't you take a look at this?!"
With one swift motion, he opened his zipper and pulled out his dick. I looked down, one eyebrow up. Just as I suspected... not that bad in thickness, but way shorter than he probably thought it was. He was holding it out all proud like I was supposed to be impressed or something.
"Well?" he said, trying to be all intimidating, "You play or fold, gramps?"
This kid... he thought he was all that. It was time to put him in his place. Teach him some respect.
"Tell you what, kiddo," I said, as I reached for his hand and put it on my crotch, "Take a squeeze or two and tell me if it's even necessary for me to show it to you."
That gesture seemed to anger him. He opened his mouth, planning to say something back, but then he stopped with his lips open like an idiot. His hand cupped by package and I finally started seeing the sweet look of defeat in his eyes.
"I..." he stammered, "I..."
"Let's go to the stall, buddy," I said in a condescending tone as I put my hand around his shoulder, "Grandpa is gonna let you take it out and have a look."
He didn't protest as I led him to the stall nearby. The stalls here in the playing area weren't used as much so the janitor didn't pay a lot of attention to them either. The walls were covered in dirty writings and phone numbers. It reeked of sweat and cum in there. The toilet, in contrast, was spotless - nobody came to these stalls to actually use them.
"Listen, man," he said, turning to me with a look of dread in his eyes, "Look... you won. Fair and square. I'm sorry for what I said."
"Mhm," I nodded, relishing the look of embarrassment on his face. I knew where this was going.
