The barman took his order and went to get the drinks. I looked across and saw it was the man in the black sedan – Gary. He took out some cash and tapped his fingers on the bar impatiently. I sneaked a second look at him to confirm it was him. He looked across at me.
“Hey kid.” He said. “You alright?”
“Err, yeah, thanks.” I answered; surprised he had spoken to me. I was pretty sure it was the guy, but he obviously didn’t recognise me from anywhere.
“You’re lookin’ kind of nervous, you planning to hit on some pussy?” He said gesturing to a group of girls over in the far corner. I was a bit taken aback.
“Ermm, no. I’m, err, waiting for someone actually.”
“I see – you got some better piece of fluff coming along?”
“No, it’s…it’s a friend of mine that I’m waiting for.”
“Oh, too bad: that little brunette is definitely checking you out my friend.” He put his hand on my shoulder and pointed towards the girls. I glanced round at the girls; none of them were looking in my direction.
The barman brought over the man’s drinks and he handed over the cash. He scooped up the glasses.
“Maybe I’ll see you later.” He said. He began walking over to his friends playing pool. “Go and ask her.” He mouthed and gestured towards the girls.
“Yeah, see you later pal.” I said and turned back to my beer.
I finished my first beer and ordered another. By now Peter was about half an hour late, I was slightly anxious but hoped he would be here soon. That Gary character came back over to the glass holding an empty bottle.
“Arrr, stupid game.” He said looking at me.
“Pool?” I asked. I didn’t really want to talk to him, but felt self-conscious sitting alone at the bar, so played along with the conversation.
“Yeah, I’m far better with my real cue and balls.” He joked.
“Did you go for the wrong hole or something.” I quipped in return. The man let out a loud laugh.
“Ha, that’s pretty good kid. You bagged that brunette yet? Oh, no wait. You were waiting for someone, yes?” Before I could reply the man had turned to the barman. “Same again please Mike.” He rested casually against the bar. “Look. All you gotta do is go over there and ask her – your hot looking, she’s bound to say yes.”
“I’m not really here for that.” I tried to explain. “And what would I ask her anyway?” Trying to pick holes in his simplistic approach to courtship.
“Anything!” He said. “Just tell her you’re the wet knicker inspector, checking that everyone is dry.” I laughed at his answer.
“Isn’t it more traditional to offer to buy her a drink or something first?” Gary shook his finger.
“No, no, no. You should never do that. A chick is never gonna bang you ’cause you brought her a drink. Think with your dick, not your wallet my friend. Buying her stuff might get you so far but it won’t get you everything.”
“I see.” I said, a little patronisingly. The man loved talking and launched into another spiel.
“And, you should always start as you mean to go on – if you want a chick just for fucking, then make sure you fuck them the first night you meet them.”
“I don’t think a classy girl would really go for that.” I said.
“Sure they would!” He answered. “Just ’cause they say they don’t, doesn’t make it true. People bullshit all the time just to make themselves look like ‘nice’ people or whatever. They want it just as much as you do my friend. I bet you…I bet that you have pretended to be like something else from who you are, just ’cause you thought it’d be ‘easier’ or whatever?”
“I guess.”
“Well then! There you go. You do it. She does it. Even I do it sometimes.” He answered. “And once you bag them the first time, don’t be all nice and gentle with them. Fuck them hard on your terms and they will come begging back for more.”
“Is that what you do?” I asked. Wondering if he was going to admit to being a married man and not the show off, ‘chick magnet’ he was pretending to be.
“Well, I’m lucky in that way. I’m blessed.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Yeah.” The man leaned forward and whispered in my ear. “I have a fucking huge cock.” He leant back against the bar and raised his eyebrows at me. “Once one person finds out about it, then they all want a piece. People will trample over anyone, their best friends even, to get a piece of me once they know about it.”
‘Crikey! This guy is something else.’ I thought to myself. ‘What a bullshitter.’
“You’re looking doubtful.” He said, confused by my exasperated expression. “You don’t believe me perhaps?”
“Errrmmm, well, you did just say that people bullshit all the time…”
“It’s not bullshit! I can promise you that. In-fact, I’ll prove it to you.” He said calmly.
“How?” I asked, immediately wishing I hadn’t. The man leant forward again to whisper in my ear.
“Come into the toilets in two minutes, second cubicle.” He leant back again and set his drink down on the bar.
“Are you for real!?” I asked.
“Yep, straight up.” He replied, already getting off his barstool. I watched open-mouthed as he made his way to the bar toilets. Was he for real? What was this supposed gay hater doing offering to show his dick to some guy he’d just met in a bar? I shook my head with disbelief. My next instinct was to walk out the place, leaving the man waiting in the toilets.
I then remembered why I had gone to the bar in the first place – I’d completely forgotten about Peter. Where was he anyway? I took a swig of beer and tried to decide what to do. I was pretty sure that ‘Gary’ was lying: he seemed full of it, probably just had an ordinary dick. I didn’t want to leave the bar because I was still waiting on Peter. I decided to call his bluff. Took a swig of beer for courage and headed for the toilets.
I entered the toilets and could see the 2nd cubicle door slightly ajar. I peeked round and looked inside. The man was there. He gestured me in and closed the door behind.
“Right, take a look at this.” He said. He undid his belt, unzipped his trousers, reached inside his boxers and pulled out his limp dick and balls. “Pretty good huh?”
“Ermm…It’s not bad.” I replied trying to play it down. In truth it did look quite large. It was cut, quite thick and about 5 inches long limp. His hair around it was very neat and short.
I looked up at the man, totally puzzled as to why he was doing this. He looked at me and gave a sinister smile. I looked down at his dick again.
“It’s not bad,” I repeated. The man stayed completely silent. I could feel him watching me watching him as he held out his dick. Wanting for the awkward moment to end I said the first thing that came into my head.
“But you can never tell whether it’s one of those that gets bigger or just gets harder.” The man laughed heartily and placed a hand on my shoulder, the other still presenting his cock.
“It is a great dick though…and you know you should kneel in the presence of greatness. Suddenly his hands were on my shoulders pushing me towards the ground. I fell onto my knees. His cock a few inches in front of my face. I looked up at him with slight disbelief. “Don’t you want just a taste.” He whispered.
I looked across at his dick. My heart was pounding. Then began pounding a little harder as I realised I did actually want to suck it. Very slowly I pushed out my tongue and leaned in towards him. He grabbed his dick and smeared the head against my tongue. I tasted his cock. It began growing rapidly as my tongue slid around the underside of the head, growing out towards my face.