Throughout the date my cellphone rang numerous times as well as buzzing with text messages. Thankfully it was on vibrate. What was so important that it couldn't wait? When i had a moment alone I saw who had called me. I also received a number of voicemails. I listened to them. The first one was from 'him', so i saved it to listen to later properly. The next one was from him as well, as was the last one. I saved all of them. The first one told me he wanted to talk, the second one told me he decided to stick around after the wedding so we could meet after my date. The last one said he decided to get a ride home instead. Oh well. The date ended, and i dropped the girl home. I then decided to listen to the messages again on my drive home.
I then called him. He had arrived home in the city and wanted to meet up with me. What?!? He was in Manhattan, and i was heading in the opposite direction. It was approaching midnight already, what could I do? If i got home a good few hours late and was noticed, what would I say? I did the only thing a sane person could've done at that moment. "I'll meet you" I told him and turned the car around and headed back to manhattan.
I called David on the way to let him know what I was doing. I just had to tell someone and he was the perfect guy to tell. I can't remember how the conversation went, but he did suggest a couple of gay bars that we could go to. I hadn't even thought of that, so i thought maybe the bar i went to a few days earlier. It was dark, sort of a divebar, we could have a drink and probably make out there and not worry about who is watching us. So with that in mind i headed to a subway station that I was going to pick him up at.
He got in the car and for a second we just sat there. I started driving and asked if he'd be ok coming to a gay bar with me. He asked "now?" I said soon. I parked the car and we were on Columbus ave. I thought ok let me find a street which isn't a major road, so we turned onto 74th st and found a spot, parked and turned off the engine. I was nervous of course, cars drove past every now and then, people had to walk their dogs at midnight, and then stand right next to my car so the dog can take a crap and then clean up after them. Of course he didn't mind, they don't know us, who cares if they can see us. Of course a very valid point. But i wanted to wait till they had passed us anyway.
He had changed into something more comfortable. Jeans, a button down shirt, a zip up hoodie. We both undid our seatbelts and continued from where we had left off. At first it was just kissing. A lot of kissing, tongue, licking, sucking, my god it was good. And this time i didn't have to kick him out in 10 minutes. I don't know how long we spent there. It got hot and heavy, hands were roaming all over. I loved touching his stubbly face, the feeling of it on my cheek. I opened up a shirt button and stuck my hand in and started feeling around. I found his nipples, his chest, he had some fur on his chest, i always liked that :) Of course i felt all the way around, all over his chest and made my way down, all the while kissing him. I opened the button on his jeans and his zipper and got my hand in there. I felt his hard cock. I squeezed it gently, i felt the head, the shaft, it was thick, it was hot. I played with it.
I have no idea how long we were doing it, but after a short while I stopped playing with his cock and went back to his chest and his face. Still kissing by the way :) Things I was doing to him, he began doing to me. Well not everything, but I wasn't complaining. I stopped him and told him I wanted to go for a drink. Eventually I was able to stop him and we got fully clothed and out into the freezing cold air heading towards the bar that I knew of.
We got in and it seemed quite empty, but I didn't care, I was with him. I was glad he was ok with it, because i wasnt sure he would be. I ordered a seabreeze and he was going to think what he wanted. We sat and talked, I drank, listened to some music, and just relaxed. Britney came on a few times, makes sense for a gay bar, lol. Eventually he ordered a drink and I had my second. A vodka sour. Eventually we decided to head back to my car, but I did manage to get a kiss out of him before we left the bar :).
We got back in the car and went at it full force. More than it had been. It was like every time i thought damn it's getting late and should go soon we started kissing more passionately and really going at it strongly. I moved away from his hot lips, his cheeks, his ear lobes, his neck. I opened up his shirt all the way, but this time I didn't stick my hand in there. I opened it up and began to kiss and lick it, his nipples, his abs, I opened up his jeans again and pulled down his waistband of his boxers. I knew what I wanted. I told him what I wanted. The name Hugh Grant was flying through my mind, but I didn't care. I was going to do it. He had his eyes closed, he was making more noise than i was. I guess i'm the strong silent type, lol. I pulled his cock out and got into a better position for my first taste. I went down on it, first licking the head then putting the head in my mouth. I pulled more of it out so I could have more of it. It was soft, yet hard. It was warm and it was big. I tried to swallow what I could. Up and down I went, licking it, sucking on it. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd end up going down on someone that night :) Up and down the shaft I went, just like i'd seen in porn, lol. But it was way better when I was the one doing it.
After a while I went back to kissing him. Fuck i was hard. He was feeling me, having opened my shirt, touching me all over, he grabbed down and squeezed my cock. I kept on kissing him harder, I didn't want to let go. We had become totally involved, ignoring our surroundings, and just kissing and touching and hands all over each other like crazy. We held each other tighter and kissed even harder. The longer it went on the more passion there was. It was 100% pure unadulterated lust. Neither of us wanted to stop. This was the most amazing experience i've had in my entire life. Every time i said i think need to go, i gave in to his request for a few more minutes and it was like we were on fire. As if we didn't know when we'd see each other again and wanted to make the most of it.
Eventually I was the one who had to say I have to go, and I drove him to the subway station. It was probably around 3am and I had a long drive back. I had hoped i'd be able to sneak in unnoticed, and while I may be a little tired the next day, it was sure worth it! I was able to make it home and sneak in unnoticed. But i hope i'm not around when he gets a fine in the mail for going through a red light at 4am somewhere in Brooklyn.
Wow, what an experience. I couldn't believe everything I had just done. And in a car no less. It was everything I thought it would be, only more. It wasn't just that I was doing this for the first time, which in itself was hot. It was the fact i was doing it with him. We'd been chatting for a while, and i'd always thought he was cute. But I had thought maybe i shouldn't do anything with him, because i didn't want anything to come between us as friends. Not that something necessarily would, it was just a concern I had. As to how far we do go, who knows, but i want to find out :)
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