We first met at a bar downtown, standing next to each other while trying to the bartender’s attention. It was loud, of course, and crowded and I had been drinking. A lot of vodka that night – a couple of vodka tonics and then some White Russians. By all rights the bartender could have told me that I was cut off and refused to serve me. But I had tipped him $10 with the last drink, so he winked and gave me one more.

The guy next to me ordered a longneck and flipped the bartender a $5. He asked me if I had come with anyone and I said I had a posse that was scattered around the club. Some were dancing, a couple were chatting up some guys in the corner. He asked me if I wanted to dance, but I really didn’t want to set the drink down, so I declined. Then he asked if he could call me sometime, so I grabbed a pen from the waitress walking by and wrote my number on his hand.

He called the next day and we hooked up at Applebee’s down by the movie theater. He was already at the bar, waiting for me and as soon as I took a seat on the padded barstool, the bartender walked up to me with a White Russian, set it down on the little white napkin in front of me and he walked away. I thanked my date, impressed that he remembered what I had been drinking the night before.

Things were going well and he asked me if I wanted to get away from the crowd, go sit in his car where we could talk. That sounded good, and he was a gentleman opening the passenger side door of his black Lexus for me. We settled into the leather seats and he punched a button on the dashboard to play some music over the Sirius channel. I call it Adult Contemporary, easy on the ears and not club music or teeny bopper crap. Three drinks, some soft music, and a guy with manners. I was relaxed and happy.

He reached for my hand, which I though was sweet, and pulled it over toward him, laying it directly on the crotch of his jeans. Oh my God – what a huge cock he had throbbing against that zipper. I felt around, gently probing and squeezing his dick and his balls with my fingers, then he flipped open the top button of jeans and pulled down the zipper. I moved my hand into the opened fold and felt the cotton of his briefs, rubbing his cock and feeling my way around my new playground. A moment later, I had worked my fingers under the elastic band of his briefs and grasped his swollen and pulsing cock.

He moaned and slid down in the seat, leaning his head back against the headrest. Leaning forward, I licked my lips and then softly took the head of his dick into my mouth. He shuddered and I smiled as he thrust his hips up, toward my mouth. He had no idea how much he was going to enjoy this blow job. I was very good at it and he was lucky I felt like playing around. The size of his dick intrigued me – I had never seen one that big before. In fact, after several deep swallows of taking his dick in my mouth and into my throat, my jaws started to ache from being open so wide.

He came pretty fast. Not really his fault – I had complete control and I brought him along quickly. If my jaws hadn’t started hurting I would have slowed him down a little. It was actually quite fun to have such a huge cock in my mouth, under my control and performing exactly as I commanded.