Originally published in PlayGuy magazine — September, 2001

I knew he'd be at this party. All my friends thought I was crazy to seriously consider this guy boyfriend material. They said he was an "A" class homo who'd having nothing to do with a "C" grade (although I insist that I'm at least in the "B" category) fag like myself. They said he was a selfish self-absorbed egomaniac who was so pumped up on steroids and drugs that he was incapable of looking beyond the nearest mirror. But here he was at this party and he kept glancing over at me. This big dreamboat who looked like one of that Danish guy's drawings (I can never remember his name) come to life was looking right at me and smiling longingly. His big beautiful blue eyes would gaze at me the the intensity of a lover. I could feel my dick getting hard. 

Luckily I took a train rather than a cab, the hole-in-the-wall hit me up for a $50 membership fee just to walk in. He was there. My giant muscular leather-clad hunk. He was being polite to some old fossil in a jockstrap but I knew he'd be happier with the attentions of an 18 year old hottie like myself so I barged in and shooed the old geezer out of the way. Mr. Hunk pretended to be annoyed, probably so the bald fart wouldn't feel bad (and my friends imagine that he's too self-involved to notice people's feelings) and then guided me over to some banquets in one of the darker rooms in the bar. He sat me down and opened up his leather pants, pulling out the biggest dick I'd ever seen. I wanted to tell him how gorgeous he was and how magnificent his cock was but he was  too horny for me and shoved that meaty throbber in my mouth the second I opened it. I sucked the best I could, worshipping and adoring his fat juicy bone, although I had zero experience with a monster-prick of this proportion.

Mr. Dreamy told me to take my pants down and I thought I'd shoot as soon as he swallowed my cock, but he spun me around, pushed me forward and in seconds had me lubed and his huge stalk condomed. He fucked me really hard and I can't say it didn't hurt but I was in heaven anyway.

When he pulled out of my ravished (seriously) hole I asked him if he'd cum. He said, "Nah, I'm saving it for later," and disappeared in the gloomy maze. I had to go home, there was no way I could shit in this filthy place.      And now here we were, together again at this benefit party and he was looking at me. My friends were totally wrong about him and I couldn't wait to see their faces when they realized we were a couple. I'll go over and talk to him in a few minutes. Right now I just want to bask in his admiring and loving gaze.