He came buckets and I sucked it down hungrily. Instinct took over and I sucked him down, licking and lapping at him eagerly. In the darkness of the bar, I was unable to see much but I knew what was up against my face.
I unzipped him and his cock sprang out at me. He covered us up completely with the blanket. He reached for a blanket on the couch as I reached for his pants. I was eager to see another man's erect cock. When I came, I knew that that this was who I was and what I wanted. I never imagined that it could be like this. He wrapped his warm lips around my dick and I gasped. He wiggled his tongue from my nipple to just above the waistband of my jeans. He leaned in and lifted my shirt then took a nipple between his teeth. I slid my hands over his pants and he slid his hands over mine. My cock throbbed at the thought of those thick lips around them.
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His lips were full and his tongue played with mine. We sat on the couch and I lunged at him, slipping my tongue deep into his mouth. We could still hear the music but it was easier to talk up there. At the top of the stairs was a room with couches and a huge bar. He led me up a flight of stairs to the right of the dance floor. "Let's go somewhere more private." I begged. After a while of grinding together to the beat, I felt his erection against my leg. I was putty as he guided me, as he pressed his body up against mine. I'm Andre."Īndre pulled me gently out onto the dance floor. And when he spoke, all I heard was a symphony. He was a work of art, a black David, an angel of mercy. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned back to see a sexy, built mocha god before me. I slid my fingers through my hair to get my long black bangs out of my face. I sat it down on the bar and turned away quickly, a rush of emotions propelled me to hide. Sweat beaded at my forehead and I had to take my hat off. I got a few winks from some old fellows at the bar I smiled back and tried to contain myself. I watched as men danced together, my mind blown by their beautiful bodies pressed against each other. "What'll you have, cowboy?" the bartender growled. I could smell the musk of men and desire. The bar was dark and the men were sweaty. I smiled coyly and then tipped my hat as he moved aside so I could walk past and through the door. I could hear the music from inside, the thump of the bass went straight from my ears to my cock I was anxious to get in.Īt the door, a huge security guard in sharp shades looked me up and down, shook his head and grinned. My truck seemed out of place with its Kentucky plates and rusted paint. I drove the truck about six blocks to "Decadence," a spot that I'd researched online. My cowboy hat would be an attention getter. I decided to wear a white t-shirt and super tight Levi's. I checked into the hotel I had booked and then showered and changed. I had never seen such a cultured place and so many good looking men! The city was huge, gorgeous and a little scary. I got in to the city pretty late, a little after mid-night, but I was anxious to get out. Atlanta was an eye opener and I loved every minute of it. I wanted to see the world, experience new things and be able to love who ever I pleased. I had just graduated high school and knew that being a farmer, like my Daddy, wasn't for me. But my fantasies paled in comparison to the reality of my first gay sexual experience. I had seven hours to imagine what was to come. I drove my beat up pick up truck toward Atlanta.
I decided on my eighteenth birthday to leave my country home and visit the city. For as long as I remember, I was teased, laughed at and at the worst, beaten up and embarrassed publicly because of who I am. Getting laid in rural Kentucky has proven difficult.