I motioned my friend next to me to take a look at the view I had and he instantly made a comment about how attractive this guy was.
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He had a dark skin tone, jet black hair, stood at about 6'1, and had a body the rippled out of his shirt, and by my judgment had to be about 27. I think I saw him on his knees blowing some other dude at the opposite side of the room from me.Īs I stood there sipping my cocktail while my 7.5 inch cock throbbed in my pants, I glanced to the left and saw a very attractive man standing against the wall. One of my companions was already lost in the mix of sexual pleasure. I couldn't see a lot of detail because of the darkness, but it was just amazing to see the shadows of men on their knees, pants lowered to their ankles, and the awesome moans of pleasure echoing in the room. I stood next to a friend of mine as I sipped on my drink.
Having a nice hard drink in my hand and the whiskey warming up my stomach, I made my way back to the hallway and into the backroom. Normally I would not have been so bold, but after having several drinks in me already it tends to but the inhibitions one can have aside. I approached the man with the bottle of jack I had seen when I had first entered and asked, "What does it take to get a drink around here?" Without a word he pulled out a glass and poured me what he was having.
I must have been ten shades of red from the excitement and decided to make my way back to the front of the bar so I didn't go into excitement overload. Only this hole ended into a room with several men and a lot of moans and groans. Down the hallway was what looked like an endless black hole. I swiftly walked by this person and made my way around the bar and into a hallway. Hot, young, slim, and well endowed.Īs I entered the door of the bar I was immersed in darkness and the only thing I saw was a single figure sitting at the bar with a bottle of jack and a can of coke. If you had to categorize me I would be a twink.
All I knew about this place was that it contained a back room, and at the time I personally thought that places such as that were nothing more than a gay urban legend of something only from the pastĪt the time I was 23yo, green eyes, dark blonde hair, and had a slim athletic build. The last stop of the night was a bar called the Trestle. What I mean by trash bar hopping is that we had decided to hit as many gay bars off the main drag as we could before the night ended. It was a chilly mid-December night and a group of my friends and I decided to go trash bar hopping.