Julian - Hey Mr. DJ

I was out on the prowl. Recently single, and looking to mingle, as they say. I’m bisexual and my most recent relationship was 9 months with a beautiful woman, but like all good things, it crashed and burned when her ex came into the picture “wanting to talk.”

After licking my wounds, I wanted to hook up with a guy. It had been too long since I last had a guy and it was always fun and meaningless. So I reached out to my friend Harley, who is gay, but not my type, “I want to go to a gay bar tonight, you in?” I text.

“Oh thank god, you’re finally done with what’s her face?” He text back, knowing full well her name.

“Lol, yeah, that’s over and I need a pick-me-up,” I told him.

“Good, I’ll pick you up at 9:30, wear something sexy that shows off those abs you’ve been working so hard on while not getting laid,” he joked, or at least it was kind of a joke.

I dressed in a black T-shirt, red briefs with white piping, and tight black jeans. 9:30 couldn’t come soon enough.

Harley picked me up at 9:55, which was annoying but typical Harley. We drove to downtown Albany and found a place to park, which is always a nightmare. A few blocks later we were at Rocks, which I never went to before dating Brianna or even back in college when I first met Harley.

It was pretty loud, there was a sexy DJ with a shaved head and massive bulging arms that I noticed as soon as we walked in. He already seemed to have the attention of a few guys at one of the tables though, so we went straight to the bar and got some shots and drinks.

Around 1:00 am, I was feeling pretty drunk, “Harley, guess what I did?”

“Blew some twink in the bathroom?” He joked.

I laughed, “No, I downloaded Grindr,” I grinned.

He nodded his head, “Oh I’ll bet your fit little ass will do really well on Grindr,” he smiled, taking a sip from his drink.

I pulled out my phone, “I don’t know I don’t think I’m doing well. I hit up a couple guys, but none of them responded,” I told him.

“Oh honey, let me see what you put in your profile, see if Aunty Quinne can help you catch some dick,” he said in his most feminine voice, snatching my phone from me.

“Alright, but don’t look at my private photos,” I smiled nervously.

“Babe, I sucked your dick when you were still straight back in the dorms, once you swallow your friend's cum he no longer has the right to claim privacy,” he joked.

“That’s true, you do suck a good dick,” I told him, feeling myself get hard just thinking about it.

“Don’t even think about it, I don’t suck off bottoms…anymore,” he shot me a side eye while tapping on my phone.

I sipped my drink, feeling the previous four drinks kick in.

“There, I took out your creepy ‘I’ll murder you’ photos and put in a couple from my insta, including this one of you in Cancun,” He grinned.

“Nooo, not the Cancun photo,” I felt my face go flush. Two summers ago Harley invited me and a few others with him to Cancun. While there I got drunk and lost a bet, the result was I had to wear a swim brief every time we went swimming. I got a lot of head turns. “Man…that photo is like 2 years old,” I groaned.

“Oh shut up, you looked great then, and you’re in better shape now, so no one will accuse you of catfishing them,” he sipped his drink. “Oh and I tapped that sexy DJ for you,” he got up from his chair, “I’m getting another, and so are you,” he said walking away.

I quickly opened my phone, looked at the photos he put up, then read what he wrote:

Mostly straight, baby-bi, recently single needing that itch scratched, hung guys to the front.

I rolled my eyes, then went into my messages, sure enough, he hit up the sexy DJ: “Hey”

I couldn’t help but laugh, I was worried it said something awful. I was about to close it but then he hit me back:

DJ: What’s up?

Me: Out having drinks with a friend, hbu?

DJ: I’m the DJ at Rocks tonight, you should come out.

Me: Oh, I thought that was you, I’m already at Rocks.

I felt my blood rush. Waiting for a response, then after a minute Harley showed back up and I panic locked my phone.

“I got you another one of those fru-fru drinks you like and I got me a beer,” he said, sliding my drink across the table.

“It’s an Old Fashioned,” I cocked an eye at him.

“Whatever Grandpa,” he smiled.

One thing I always loved about Harley was how I felt around him. I never feel anything but happy when he’s around. We can go months without seeing each other and then when we do it’s like no time passed at all.

“Harley,” I sipped my drink through the little red stirring straw, “I love you,” I smiled at him.

He grinned, “Gaaaaay,” he said super loud and we laughed.

We laughed together about stupid insignificant stuff for a while, until we heard the music switch back to the jukebox and I realized it was pretty late. I opened my phone and I had a response from the DJ; Yeah, I thought that was you, you’re cute.

My heart skipped a beat, “You’re pretty sexy yourself.”

“Are you sexting the DJ?” Harley asked, dramatically rolling his eyes as if it wasn’t his idea.

I just smiled and blushed.

“Whatever, go get you some,” he said, “I have my eye on something a little more burley,” he nodded his head back toward the bar.

I smiled, “go shoot your shot, I’ll wait,” I told him, picking my phone back up.

I had a bunch of new messages, but nothing from the DJ. I responded to a few, one in particular was a guy I had seen outside smoking something when we got here.

iTop: Hey, you’re new around here.

Me: Kinda

iTop: What are you looking for?

Me: I guess, sex, lol

iTop: you bottom?

Me: I have been dicked down before.

iTop: you looking to get fucked tonight?

Damn, this guy was forward.

Me: Kind of.

He sent an album with three dick pics, his dick looked big for such a skinny guy, claiming 7” in his profile, it made my dick twitch.

DJ: I thought that was you, I just left, I didn’t see you.

Me: I must have been in the bathroom.

iTop: do you fuck bare?

Me: Not usually, I try to play safe.

iTop: I prefer raw, I’m on PrEP

Me: I’m not at the moment, so gotta play safe.

DJ: I live pretty close by if you want to come over. [location attached]

iTop: [sent his location]

Me to DJ: what are you trying to get into?

Me to iTop: do you have condoms?

DJ: Oral, kissing, fucking, u?

[album unlocked]

Damn, he has an amazing body, with a huge dick that made me instantly hard and nervous at the same time. I haven’t been with a guy in a long time, and he had a little dick. This guy was packing heat.

Me to DJ: Same, you play safe?

iTop: no, you’ll have to bring one if you really need it.

Me to iTop: I don’t have one with me.

DJ: I can, but prefer bb, I have condoms if you prefer.

iTop: just come through, I’m neg, tested recently.

Me to iTop: I think I’m going to call it a night.

Me to DJ: where you at?

iTop: [blocked me]

DJ: [sent his address]

I walked over to Harley, rubbed his lower back gently, and whispered in his ear, “I’m going to head out, are you good?”

He nodded his head.

“I’ll Venmo you?” I shouted over the music.

He nodded again, then turned back to his slightly older bear.

I could’ve walked, but I was horny and hopped in an Uber. A few couple long minutes later I was outside his apartment building, then walking up the steps and knocking on his door.

He opened the door with no shirt on and only basketball shorts. He looked and smelled like he had just rushed through the shower, which I appreciated.

“Hey, I’m Tony,” he said, reaching his hand out to me.

“I’m Julian,” I shook his hand.

His smile was really cute and his eyes sparkled in the light coming from the lamp in the corner of the room.

“Do you want a drink or…” he started to ask.

My nerves were kicking in and I didn’t want to psych myself out of this, so I practically lunged at him, kissing him, and putting my arms around his neck. We’re about the same height, he’s maybe an inch taller than me, but he’s solid. If he lunged at me like I just did to him, I probably would’ve collapsed, but he was like a brick wall and it turned me on.

We kissed for a minute in the living room before he led me over to his bed, where I noticed he already had condoms, lube, and even poppers sitting on the nightstand. He pulled my shirt off and kissed his way down my chest, down my abs until he reached my waistband. Without hesitation or difficulty, he had my jeans unbuttoned, pushing me back onto his bed as he yanked them down my ass. I fell flat back on the bed, and he pulled the tight jeans off and dropped them on the floor.

He paused for a second, looking at me lying on his bed in my red briefs like I was a snack and he hadn’t eaten in days. He spread my knees, leaned in grabbed the waistband of my underwear, and pulled. I lift my ass to help him, my 6” dick already rock hard smacking my abs as he finished getting me naked.

I propped myself up on my elbows as he dropped his shorts, his massive 8 or maybe 9-inch cock sprang up, pointing at me like I had done something wrong and was about to receive my punishment.

He grabbed the poppers off his nightstand, took a hit, and then passed them to me. I hadn’t done poppers since college, but…when in Rome. I took a hit and my head quickly started spinning. Tony dropped to his knees and engulfed my dick, with no difficulty he sucked my cock like he did it for a living. I was quickly on the verge of busting my nut and I almost never cum from a blow job. I gently grabbed his smooth shaved head, pulling him off my dick and he understood, dropping lower to suck my trimmed balls and then lower still, pushing my legs up and out of his way his mouth locked onto my ass hole.

For the next few minutes, this man used his tongue to open my ass up in ways I had never felt before. Licking my inner walls, he loosened me up more and more. Stopping to hit some more poppers and passing them back to me, I took my hit and felt his tongue back inside me before I could cap off the bottle. “Mmm,” I moaned, which he reacted to by pushing his tongue harder into my tight hole.

A few minutes later he grabbed the lube and proceeded to push a finger into my ass, then a second, and when I winced he dropped his mouth back onto my cock and pulled me back from pain to pleasure. It was like he could read my body like a book. As if he had a “Julian: How to” manual and he memorized the entire thing. “Mmm,” I moaned and took another hit of his poppers.

His mouth once again brought me close to the edge, his fingers adding pressure inside me that was a hairs-breath away from popping my cork and he’d have to swallow my nut since my dick was all the way in his throat. I twitched from the pleasure, so close to shooting my load, and he pulled his fingers out of me just before he sent me over the edge.

“Fuck Tony,” I said out of breath, rolling from the poppers.

He started to lube up his dick, adding a little more to my hole, and then started to massage my outer ring with the slick head of his cock.

“Mmm,” I groaned, spreading my legs wider for him. I felt my slut-mode kicking in. In all the pleasure he was giving with his fingers and his mouth, I had almost forgotten he wasn’t just there as my sex machine, he was there to get his nut too. “Fuck,” I groaned, reaching around my head for the little bottle of poppers. I took a quick hit and then handed them back to him.

He left his hard monster cock pressed into my ass lips, which were trying to suck him into my hole as the rush of the poppers went through my system like a tidal wave.

I slowly jerked my dick as I watched him take a hit on one side, then the other. I saw his abs flex and felt his cock start to press into my hole. The brutally slow opening of my ass as he popped his head into me never felt so good in my life.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned, as I pushed out and my ass sucked him deeper into me.

“Mmmm,” he hummed and pushed deeper into me, the gentlest entry I’ve ever experienced, and it wasn’t just the poppers and alcohol. He understood he has a big dick and how to maximize pleasure for both of us and I was in heaven.

He soon bottomed out inside me and leaned in to kiss me, with his knees under mine, he seemed to push even deeper as his tongue explored my mouth, pulling a moan out of me as I wrapped my arms and legs around him feeling as many of his muscles as I could.

I felt him rock his hips, testing to see if I was ready to get fucked and I realized he wasn’t wearing a condom. I broke our kiss.

“Are you wearing a condom?” I asked, looking into his hazel eyes.

“No, do I need one?” He grinned, flexing his dick inside me, no doubt dripping some of his precum into my deepest insides.

“Mmm, I guess not,” I smiled, pulling him tighter to me, wanting him to fuck me bareback. Something I hadn’t done since college and his dick was perfect for it.

He rocked his hips gently, with more ease this time and I moaned again. “Mmm, fuck,” I looked down between our bodies. Even in the dim light, I could see our abs flexing and the last inch of his cock pull out and then disappear below my balls and into my hole. My head rolled back, “Oh fuck that feels good.”

“Yeah?” He did it again, rocking his hips gently the exact same way.

“Mmm, yeah, fuck….me…,” I groaned in pleasure, pulling him in for another kiss, fuck even his kisses were perfect. Not too sloppy, not too tight, just the right amount of pressure and tongue, “Mmmm,” I moaned into his mouth, rocking my hips up to meet his gently thrusting into me.

He moaned into my mouth and slowly picked up the pace, fucking me slowly until he knew I was open and ready to be his for his pleasure.

After a few minutes of gentle thrusting, he pushed himself up off me and started fucking me, giving himself room to flex his abs and swing his hips with his knees wrapped around my ass and my legs wrapped around his waist, he was fucking me like I needed to be fucked.

I reached down between us and started stroking my dick, remembering how good it can feel to be another man's bitch, I clenched and unclenched my hole to maximize my own pleasure from his pounding. “Fuck that feels good,” I whispered as his thrusting shook my entire body.

“Yeah,” he cocked his head, knowing how much pleasure he was giving me, and sat up on his haunches. He pulled out the bottle of poppers and took a deep hit on both sides, then passed it to me. I watched as the rush hit him and he lifted my legs by my ankles straight up.

I took a quick deep hit on both sides, knowing I was about to get my hole railed by his monster. Then I took another deep hit on both sides to make sure I could survive it.

He proceeded to fuck me hard for a few minutes. I tried to jerk myself off in time with him, but his powerful body outpaced me, pounding my hole and thankfully my prostate at the same time. I felt myself getting close for the third time tonight and my toes started to curl. Tony quickly pulled his cock from my ass and flipped me over, maneuvering me into face-down-ass-up. Then pushed balls deep into me, “Ungh,” I groaned, the heat of his dick filling and stretching my hole.

He leaned over my back, holding himself up, and fucked me like an animal, fast and hard, then slow and sensual deep thrusts, then back to fast and hard. My brain didn’t know how to handle it so I took another hit of poppers and just enjoyed the sensation. My ass felt so good. I don’t know if it was the raw sex or his dick in particular, but I was never feeling so good about getting fucked for such a long period of time.

He started to do the slow and sensual fucking again, deeper and deeper until he said, “I’m getting close,” and pulled out.

I flipped back over onto my back and started jerking off, watching him jerk off. I know he is close but I needed a little more dick to push me over the edge, “fuck me some more,” I whispered, spreading my legs for him.

He didn’t need me to ask twice and he was balls deep, thrusting slow and sensual, my prostate enjoying every ridge of his cock. I pounded my dick and flexed my hole.

“Are you close?” He asked.

“Getting there, fuck me harder,” I demanded.

“I’m really close,” he warned.

“I don’t care, fuck me until I bust,” I told him.

He held my ass up by the knees and started thrusting hard into me. No more gentle Tony, now he was in beast mode and I was taking all the pleasure from it. Rocking my hips on his cock, feeling my abs contract and my balls tighten. I could feel his muscles tighten too and the idea that he was about to cum sent me over the edge.

My abs constricted, and my shoulders lift off the bed, “Oh fuck,” I grunted, and felt my load explode out of my cock and onto my chest, the second shot pooling onto my abs, “fuck,” I groaned, my body tensing and shooting more and more cum out onto my fist and pubes until I collapsed.

Tony thrust again and again, “Fuck, unghhhh,” he groaned, slamming his hips into me and his body went rigid as I felt his cock twitch and he unloaded what felt like buckets of hot cum deep inside me, “unnhmm…” he gasped for air as his body twitched again, then suddenly relaxed and he could breathe again. “Fuck,” he whispered and smiled, letting his weight fall back onto his legs under his ass.

I lay there covered in sweat and cum, catching my breath and coming down from my orgasm. I groaned as I felt him slowly pull his cock out of my ass. He got me a damp cloth and wiped up the cum on my chest and abs, then let me wipe my hands and cock clean. I was ready for him to kick me out, but then he scooted up next to me on the bed, holding me as the world around me and life itself started to sink back into my body. I felt so relaxed and good, that I could’ve cried at that moment but instead, I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up with the sun streaming in from the windows that were wide open. I quietly got dressed and snuck out. Walking down the street to get coffee and breakfast. Then worked out my way home, which was a very expensive Uber ride, but so worth it.

Unfortunately, a few weeks later I heard back from a job I had applied to in NYC and took it. So I don’t expect I’ll get to ride that dick again anytime soon.