I sat at the bar in the Rainbow Room and ordered my first drink. I looked up and there was the hottest guy that I’ve ever, before or since, seen. He was standing on the edge of the dance floor, a bronze god. He was three or four inches taller than me, maybe six foot three and two hundred and twenty pounds with incredible bright cobalt blue eyes, curly blonde hair and perfect cupid bow pretty lips.
He was wearing a white wife beater t-shirt so I could easily see that he had a flat stomach, narrow waist, wash-board abs, broad shoulders with huge biceps. He was very vascular and veins were sticking out just below the skin. I’d never seen anyone like that before, it was different. He wore faded Levis and Nikes with no socks.
I didn’t know it then, but his name was Bruce and he was a cop. The aura of control that he emanated made me want to kneel before him and await his orders.
Ten years later, the image still makes me weak-kneed. I watched him while I drank my beer. I got up to go to the bathroom and as I was walking back to my spot at the bar, he approached me and said, "I think you want to dance with me. Think you can keep up?"
"Do you mean on the dance floor?" I asked coyly.
I’d never danced with another man before, but I followed him out on to the dance floor. We danced for one song, and then without a word he took me by the hand and led me out of the bar and the two blocks to his week-long rental.
Even though I knew it was coming I was still shocked when Bruce told me to undress him. I literally couldn’t breathe as I gripped the hem of his wife beater t-shirt and slowly pulled it up over his head and took it off. I felt like a kid unwrapping a present on Christmas morning.
Next to come off were his Levis. I knelt before him and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped them. When I started to pull them down my hands were shaking.
When I had him stripped down to his panties I had to rock back on my heels and just stare up at him.
Bruce was the most beautiful man that I’d ever seen, a tan Adonis.
Somehow it seemed only natural that he was wearing women’s underwear. He had lightly haired pecs with a silken happy trail that got thicker around the navel and spread out as it disappeared into the top of his panties.
Almost reverently I hooked my thumbs in the sides of the waistband of his panties and slid them off his hips and down his legs. But I couldn't tear my eyes away from his crotch. Bruce had the most beautiful cock I’d ever seen, even after having seeing hundreds of naked men in the gym.
I'm not really attracted to men, but he had such a sweet looking cock.
It was long and thick, even though it was soft and had thick veins running up and down its length. His cockhead peeked proudly out of the folds of foreskin, arching violently upward. It was delicious looking, thick and round and very pink.
His balls too, hanging low and heavy, were gorgeous.
With his hand on the back of my head to guide me, I leaned forward and slowly took Bruce’s soft cock in my mouth. As it started to rapidly grow in my mouth, he let out a contented, “Ahhh.”
I wasn’t sure what to do, so I started slowly licking and twirling my tongue around the lust-swollen head. When his cock started dancing and flexing with each flick of my tongue I knew I was doing it right.
Then I encircled the reddish/purple head with my lips and slowly took him into my mouth all the way down to his balls. He let out another “Ahhh,” and grabbed the back of my head and started moving his hips and fucking my mouth while he was gently moaning and faintly saying, “Oh yeah...suck me man.”
My head was bobbing up and down, moving my mouth up and down his thick shaft and my fingers were lightly caressing Bruce’s balls.
Then Bruce confused me. I knew from his body language and his moaning that I was doing a good job. But suddenly he pulled out of my mouth and pushed away.
As I was lying there on the bed wondering what I’d done wrong and Bruce sat down on my chest ‘reverse-cowboy’ pinning my arms under his legs and started jacking me off, then he just sat down.
His butt cheeks covered my face like a gas mask. I had two choices, lick or smother. Without thinking, I flicked my tongue out and started licking.