OTR (P VI): Getting Off After Work - Sex Stories

OTR (P VI): Getting Off After Work

... asked him what he was doing out at this hour of the morning, just getting up or just going home? He explained that he had been down at a club called the "Club Peoria" that closed at 4 and he was walking back to his dorm, which was about a mile up Main Street. He was a freshman at Bradley and had heard about a downtown bar that he thought he'd check out. While the bar was pretty cool, he explained, I'm going home alone, so it wasn't a great night.

He then asked me what my story was? I told him.

"Wow," he said, "my dad would shoot me if I told him I was dropping out of school to hitch hike across the country, but it sure sounds cool."

By now we were sitting. Him on a wing chair and me on my bed. He told me he was from St. Louis and hid dad was a Bradley alum who was now a successful lawyer. "I liked the campus and decided to go there," he told me.

I asked him if he liked it, and he said it was fine but that there didn't seem to be a lot of guys like him there.

"Guys like you," I asked? "Black guys?"

"No," he laughed, "there are plenty of black students from both Chicago and St. Louis. There just don't seem to be a lot ofgay guys," he said.

I was a little shocked. Remember, this was late 1970 and not 2024. Most people hid their sexual orientation and certainly didn't share it with total strangers within 10 minutes of meeting them.

He laughed at the look on my face and said, "Oh, come on, you didn't know? Everyone knows the Club Peoria is a gay bar. And ...

... besides, I thought you said you wereattracted to me." I first noted that I was obviously not from Peoria since we were standing in my hotel room and admitted that I did say he was attractive, but that could have been because he gave me only two options:something wrong oryour attracted to me. "I might have just said the latter because the former was wrong."

He looked at me quizzically and said, "so letting me use your bathroom wasn't a ploy to get me into your room."

"No, not at all," I said, standing up from the bed. I inched over to him and said, "but definitely a great side-benefit." With that, I reached down and pulled him up by his shoulders.

We were about even height. He was very cute. He had green eyes and dark eyebrows. His lips were full. His skin was unblemished and, like me, didn't seem to need a trip to a razor for days on end. His hair was cut short in an afro style.

I leaned in and kissed him. He responded by rolling toward me and pushing his tongue between my lips. I sucked his tongue into my mouth and as he explored me with his tongue, I pushed my tongue between his full and soft lips. I felt his hand brush against the front of my jeans as it made its way up and under my t-shirt. His fingers traced across my stomach and found first my left and then my right nipple.

I could feel his chest through his shirt. I wanted to see it. Explore it. I reached down and pulled his shirt up over his head. As he lifted his arms, I noted a tightly curled bush under ...