Drunk Mistake

Dallas

Zach POV

I was anxious. I needed to get off and my hand wasn't going to cut it this time. Brent was sick and had been for the past two weeks, so he wasn't going to be much help. I decided to go out and find somebody to fuck with. Brent and I weren't in an actual relationship, so what was the big deal? We were in Dallas for a few nights. Despite the generally conservative nature of Texas, Dallas has a pretty well know gay scene. There were a few gay bars a little ways away from the hotel and that seemed like as good a place as any for picking up guys, or in my case, to get picked up by a guy. Let me say, that was a weird thought to have. I went to that bar and ended up going back to another man's hotel. I didn't drink much before we left, so I knew I was in full control. All of that "be careful" talk from Barry and Eric was sticking I guess. The man was in his late 30's, around 6ft tall and had a runner's body. He was hot as hell. He had his long black hair in a bun, his name was Max, and he had some nice Jordan's on his feet. That's actually how we ended up talking. I was leaning on the bar just checking everything out. A few guys had already approached me, but they were all too macho for my taste (not that it didn't boost my confidence). This guy had come up and asked about the forest green 6's I was rockin' at the time. We talked about shoes for a little while and then he asked if I wanted to hit the dance floor. Damn, was I glad I said yes. That man could move! It seemed like he was enjoying watching me just as much as I was him, so after a while, I asked a little breathlessly "Do you wanna get outta here?" with a little grin. "Hell yeah! Your place or mine?" was Max's reply. "Yours," I said, biting my lip. I couldn't believe I was doing this, and that it was so easy! It was basically the same as picking up girls. His hotel was convenient across the street, and very close to my hotel, too. On the speed walk to his room I found out that he was actually from LA and just visiting some friends. I just told him I was from out of town too. I didn't want him to know who I was, but he didn't ask any questions because we had finally arrived at his room. He unlocked the door and pulled me in. He had me up against the wall in record time, kissing and nibbling everywhere. My mouth, my neck, my collar bone. I unbuttoned his flannel and groaned when I saw an undershirt still blocking my view. He pulled back to tug his shirts off and then reattached his mouth to mine. I was getting hard very quickly and he was too if the growing bulge pressing into my thigh was any indication. I wanted to get things moving so I pushed him back into the room until his knees hit the bed and he fell back. I took off my own shirt and we kicked off our shoes. I began licking and kissing his well-defined abs and slowly working my way down. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled got them and his boxers off in one shot. I started kissing his thighs, inching closer and closer to his nicely sized cock. He growled and said gruffly "Get going or I'll make you." while looking at me with glazed eyes. I watched him throw his head back when I licked the first stripe up his length then I got down to business. I did every tongue trick I knew Brent liked, but Max didn't really respond as well as I had hoped. He did seem to like when I took him all the way down my throat. It wasn't nearly as fun as blowing Brent, but it was still hot as fuck. He eventually pulled me off by my hair. He said, "Bend over the bed, I wanna fuck you." "You got a condom?" I asked. I hadn't even thought of it until that moment and I wasn't sure what to do if he said no because I didn't have one either. Brent always had one on him so I didn't even carry them anymore. Thankfully Max said, "Yeah, let me go get it, pants off." I did as I was told and bent myself over the edge of the bed. He didn't have any lube, but he prepped me with spit and fingers well enough. Plus, at this point I was nowhere near a virgin anymore so the pain was minimal. He was incredibly rough, pulling my hair to make me look at him, digging his nails into my hips hard enough to leave marks, and even slapping my ass till it was red. It was good though. Up to this point, Brent was the only man I had fucked and he had a very different style. Brent usually got me off while he was fucking into me, but Max didn't seem to have any intention of doing that, so I stroked myself as he pounded me from behind. He finished and pulled out, then stood me up and sucked me off till I came. It was a strange, but altogether pleasant experience. I gave Max my other number, the one I used for talking dirty with Brent, and told him we should hook up the next time I was in LA, which was in about a month. He asked me if I wanted to spend the night. I didn't want anybody to get suspicious if I showed up at 3 AM so I figured I could sleep for a few hours and go back to my hotel at around 8. If anyone saw me and wanted to know where I was, I could just say I went for an early morning walk. So, I spent the remainder of the night cuddled up with Max and it was actually really nice. In the morning I found that it was pretty chilly, so Max gave me one of his spare flannels saying "You can give it back to me next time, yeah?" I left him with a smile and hurried down the street praying nobody would see me. I was getting off the elevator when my luck ran out and I ran smack into Jake, our head of security. "Whoa there!" he said, grabbing me before I hit the ground. "Where did you go this early Mr. I-sleep-like-I'll-never-have-another-chance?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Um... just out for a walk." I said, very unconvincingly. jake was the kind of guy you felt bad lying to. "Dude, you gotta let me know when you go out! I gotta keep you safe, remember?" "Uh, yeah sorry Jake, I just didn't want to wake you up." "Hey, no worries brother. By the way, who's flannel is that? I don't think I've ever seen you wear plaid and that thing is way too big on you." Jake could be annoyingly observant sometimes. "Oh, it's Barry's. He left it in my room." I lied again. "Ah, that makes sense! Well, I'm going down to breakfast, wanna come?" "Nah bro I wanna check on Brent." I replied remembering that he was still sick. "'Ight, see ya later Zach!" I tossed up a peace sign in farewell and headed back to my room. I rolled up Max's flannel and shoved it to the bottom of my suitcase. I changed clothes and went to check on Brent like I said I would. I knocked on his door and it took him a minute to open it. "How ya feelin'?" I asked. he didn't answer. Instead, he motioned for me to come inside.

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AN: Hot damn that was a long one! Thanks for stickin' with me!