Instead of going straight home, Leigh decided at the last minute to grab a beer at the local watering hole. His shift ran long and he was dog tired, but recuperating at the bar sounded much more pleasant than just plopping down in front of the tv.
Leigh was in his early thirties, tall and cut lean. His muscles were tanned from working outside all day and on this particular evening they still faintly glistened with his sweat. After arriving, he quickly found a seat at the bar and ordered his drink. He checked out the scene - there was a group of three giggling women in the corner booth.
A pair of guys sat at the other end of the bar. And a lone man sat two seats away from him. An old fling was also busy playing pool with someone he didn’t recognize. He resigned himself to his own company and nursed his drink.
“Hey,” said the stranger who sat two seats away from him.
“Hey,” Leigh replied. He looked back at his beer.
“Do you come here often?”
“Do you always use the oldest line in the book?” Leigh shot back.
“I’m just trying to make conversation, mate, no need to be rude.”
“Shit, you’re right. Sorry. Long day. Hey, where are you from anyways, I couldn’t help but notice your accent.”
“Australia. The chicks here throw themselves at me whenever I open my mouth.”
“Well, not me!”
“You sure about that?”
Leigh raised an eyebrow and took a moment to check out this stranger. He was attractive by anyone’s standards. He had short blonde hair, a sharp chin that was covered with three-day-old scruff, and a seemingly strong body. He looked tall and sat up straight. But, Leigh wasn’t into guys. He had kissed a male classmate in high school, but... he pushed that thought away…
“I, I.. I am straight,” Leigh finally said.
“You don’t seem so sure about that.”
Leigh blushed and signalled the bartender for another beer. He quickly threw down the back of his throat and ordered another.
“Woah, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say I’m making you nervous.” The stranger declared.
“Shut up, mate,” Leigh replied, emphasizing the word ‘mate’.
The stranger laughed and turned back to his own drink.
“I’m Leigh. What’s your name anyways?”
“My name is Joe. And I have a room over at the Lodge. Room 219,” He replied as he finished off his cocktail and stood up. “I hope I’ll see you there later.”
Leigh didn’t say another word as Joe walked out of the bar. He did glance up and take a final look at his ass though, just as the door closed behind him.
After finishing another beer alone, Leigh walked to the parking lot. He swayed a little and realized he shouldn’t drive home. Just as he resigned himself to walking, he remembered Joe’s invitation to room 219.
Leigh played with the idea of hooking up with a stranger - a man, no less - and felt turned on. It intrigued him as much as it disgusted him. He wasn’t gay. He rarely found men attractive. But there was something about Joe, the way he was so sure that Leigh was going to come knocking on his door that pulled Leigh to the Lodge like a magnet.
Five minutes later he found himself outside of room 219. Before he could talk himself out of it, he knocked.
After thirty seconds, it became obvious that no one was there. Or that he was being ignored. Leigh cursed under his breath for being so stupid and turned around to walk away. That’s when he saw Joe walking towards the room, ice bucket in hand and shirt off.
“I knew you’d come a-knocking,” Joe said in his funny accent. “And I’m glad you did. I hope you haven’t lost your nerve.”
He then slid past Leigh and opened the door and went inside without looking to see if he was being followed.
“Well, are you coming?” Leigh heard Joe call from inside. “Don’t want to let all of the bugs in!”
Leigh was tongue-tied. And nervous. He thought about making a run for it, but, instead, he reluctantly went inside and closed the door behind him.
“I’ve.. I’ve never done anything like this.”
“That’s okay. I have. Trust me. You’ll love it. Here, have a drink. It will help.”
Joe poured Leigh a glass of whiskey on ice. It burned Leigh’s throat but he was grateful for a drink that would make his head spin and push him over the edge. His palms were getting sweaty and his cock stirred in his pants.
Without saying anything, Joe sat on the bed next to Leigh and turned on the television with the remote. He and promptly put on some pay-per-view porn - two guys and one girl. Leigh relaxed a bit and let himself get lost in the scene in front of him. His penis started to get hard and he instinctively went to rub it over his jeans.
“Listen, mate. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. But... I would sure love to see that cock of yours,” Joe explained.
Leigh looked right into Joe’s eyes and decided right then and there that he would do whatever this man said tonight. He pulled down his pants and kicked them to the side. He took out his semi-hard dick from his boxers and started to stroke it softly.
Joe watched for a minute and then he got down on his knees in front of Leigh. When he put Leigh’s cock in his mouth, Leigh initially tensed before realizing that Joe was an expert at sucking dick. Never had a woman given him a blowie like this - Joe was swallowing him whole and enjoying every minute of it. He didn’t even gag, even though Leigh was equipped with a seven-inch shaft.
Joe continued to lick and suck on his member, playing with his balls and taint ever so softly. Leigh felt like he was going to blow at any second. Joe pulled Leigh’s legs to the very edge of the bed and he started to slide his free hand up his thighs, around his butt, before he reached his tight virgin star. He tickled the entrance there, before bringing his finger back to his mouth, sucking on it, and then, just as quickly he pushed it back inside of him, right up to the knuckle.
