Blind Date

"I'm looking for a wife."
"A wife? I'm sorry, what?" I was confused by his answer.
"You know, a wife-like partner. Someone to raise any kids we might adopt. Cooking, cleaning, that kind of thing."
"Is it the nineteen fifties?" I tried to joke back.
"No, I just prefer a traditional family structure, that's all." He was clearly serious as he said it.
"Isn't being a gay man looking for a male partner already going against that type of 'traditional family structure' though?" It was the nicest version of the question I really wanted to ask that I could come up with at the moment.
"I'm gay and yes, I date men exclusively. But it doesn't have to be that much different than a normal family."
"A normal family? Are you for real right now? You want a man who will act like a woman. An old fashioned, downtrodden woman, not even a real, modern woman. Just say what you mean." I was angry now. What a jackass.
"I did and you flipped out." He scowled at me.
"Right, when you said you were on this blind date looking for a wife. Well, I'm a guy and I'm not a fan of 'normal' husband-wife roles, so I should probably just leave now. Thanks for the drinks." I stood and left forty dollars on the table to cover my food that I hadn't even gotten yet.
On the way out of the restaurant I handed the server another twenty. She looked confused but wished me a goodnight. I walked to the parking lot and got into my car.
Another pointless night wasted on a date that went nowhere. I wanted to find love so badly but I was starting to think it wasn't in the cards for me. Ever. Fuck.
"You're home early. Bad date?" My twin sister was sitting on the couch in a blue face mask when I walked into the living room.
"Yes, Dee, another fucking bad date." I slumped onto the couch next to her.
"C'mon Dex, tell me what happened." Delilah wasn't going to let this go, I already knew.
"He flat out told me he was looking for a wife. It went south after that."
"He sounds like a loser."
"Maybe, but I'm clearly a loser too. Once Sean dumped me, I should have known I was meant to be alone forever." I grabbed the glass pipe off the coffee table and took a deep hit.
"Sean was the fucking loser, babe! Look how well things went for him when he let you go. I bet it's the biggest regret of his whole life."
Dee was right about some of that. Sean was an ass and a loser. He'd left me and our marriage for an eighteen year old that drained his bank accounts in a matter of months and then ghosted him.
It served him right, but I still missed him. I actually missed the life we had together more than I missed him. We'd met in college and by the time we graduated, we were committed and ready to get married.
We built a life together, encouraging one other and finding success for each of us. His business had taken off and I'd landed a dream job. We were renting a gorgeous apartment and living a version of the life I'd always wanted.
Or so I thought. He'd never been faithful, I found out after the fact. He literally moved my stuff out into a storage unit and moved in his boy toy while I was out of town for work.
I got home expecting to see my man and sleep in my own bed but instead I came back to being dumped and homeless. My heart was broken and my life was in ruins.
I'd given him seven years and my heart. He'd thrown it away and crushed my life. When the boy left him destitute, he'd called me. I laughed in his face and hung up on him. Fuck you, Sean.
And still, a year later, I was alone and sad all the time. Delilah had allowed me to move in with her and she said I could stay, but I was cramping her lifestyle, I knew.
I was ready to be married forever and in love and committed and settled. I was twenty eight and successful enough to lead a good life. I just wanted to share it with someone. It's all I'd ever wanted.
As kids, I was the one who dreamt about my big wedding and my future with a husband and kids. Delilah wanted to be an astronaut, then a veterinarian and a firefighter. I wanted to be a dad and a partner.
Delilah was a paramedic. She was always the hero. She'd been my hero my whole life and now she was saving the citizens of San Francisco on a daily basis. She was trying to save me again. I really needed to save myself this time but I didn't know how.
I was the manager of a very large, busy and exclusive hair and nail salon to the rich and famous of the bay area. I'd worked in salons since I was sixteen and I went to college to get a business and marketing degree. This job was everything I wanted, professionally speaking.
I made enough money to live in a nice place on my own, but I never wanted to be alone. Maybe it was twin syndrome. I had shared a bed with Delilah until I was eleven. I had my own room, but I needed to be near her.
She was fine alone, but she indulged me and made herself available to me at any time I needed her. She was the best twin, friend and support person anyone almanbahis could ask for.
As my life moldered in ruins I feared I was sucking her dry. Using up all her goodwill. Keeping her from her own life while I depended on her for everything. I hated it and it made me hate and miss Sean more.
I'd been trying to date for the last eight months. I'd met a string of idiots and jerks. The few nice guys I'd met had fallen through or given me the "it's me, not you" line. I was frustrated and lonely and horny.
"Earth to Dexter!"
"Sorry Dee, what were you saying?" I had been lost in my thoughts.
"I was saying you need to take a break from dating. Just go on Grindr and get laid already. You need it." I swear she could read my mind. She'd always been able to.
"You know that's not my style. I don't like hooking up with strangers. I'm a third date kind of guy." I smirked at her.
She slapped my shoulder and laughed at me. "Oh, I know! But maybe it's time to try something different. You're 'style' isn't working. It never has. You're such a hottie babe! Just get fucked already, like for a reset."
"Seriously Delilah? Just get fucked already? Really?"
"Yes, really! Jesus Dex, you could get so much ass if you wanted it. You're tall and good looking and packing heat in your designer jeans."
"Shut up!" I could help but laugh with her. "I don't know. I want to get laid, but I'm looking for love."
"I know, but take a break. Stop trying so hard and just enjoy yourself. You're young and gorgeous and you need some physical release. It's okay to take a few weeks off of the husband search, you know?"
"Fine, I'll think about it." I said it mostly to appease her.
"Great, I've already set up your new Grindr account. I'm using the pictures that I took when we went hiking. These shorts show off your best assets. And it's active!" She swiped her screen and activated the account.
"What the fuck Dee? Let me see that!" I snatched the phone out of her hand. I scrolled through the pictures she'd used. She had cropped them to focus on my crotch, ass and my chest when I had my shirt off.
I looked up at my sister and just stared at her. I couldn't even find words. I wanted to be mad, but internally I knew it was the push I needed. Damn her for always knowing what's best for me.
"I'd apologize, but you're secretly happy I did this."
"Stop fucking reading my mind, bitch. Why can't I read your thoughts?" I fumed about the thing that I'd always been angry about. It was unfair. She knew my every thought and I could barely tell what she was thinking, even when she told me outright.
"I can't help it! I just know you. Besides you got plenty of abilities that I didn't. Like your boundless ability to love so fully. I'm practically emotionless when it comes to relationships. I just don't need them."
"I'll trade you."
"No, thank you. Here, give me your phone so I can get your account set up on it. I'll delete it from my phone once you're ready to go."
"Oh, you're not planning on spying on my nasty hook ups?"
"Umm, no. Besides, you'll tell me everything anyway." She smirked back at me, making me laugh.
There was no sense fighting my twin. She was a force to be reckoned with at all times about all things. My phone vibrated in my hand. I looked down and saw a notification on my new app.
"Did you get a tap already? I told you!" Delilah bounced next to me.
"What the fuck? Look at this picture!" I turned the screen to Delilah and showed her the giant dick pic I'd been sent.
"Wow, that's huge. You may never be able to sit again."
"Oh my god, you're gross. Don't you need to wash that blue shit off your face now?" I pointed down the hall while my eyes were still glued to my phone.
I was trying to see what Delilah had written to get that kind of guy to tap me. I was almost exclusively a top, so a guy like that, built like a baseball bat, was probably looking for a bottom. I didn't want to bottom for him. He was scary big.
My sister got up to go to the bathroom to wash her face and I started to rewrite my profile.
"It's a hook-up site, not a dating site! Don't write your usual bullshit." Delilah called from down the hall.
I stopped writing. She was right. As usual. I rewrote my profile again. I made it clear I was a hung top looking for bottoms. I changed the age range from 18-65 like Delilah had it set to 21-45. It seemed more reasonable.
I declined mega dick guy. My phone vibrated again. No vulgar pictures were attached this time.
"Hey, I'm Blake. I'm looking to get laid and you're fucking gorgeous. Want to meet up?"
Oh holy shit. I didn't do this kind of thing. Before I could stress too much, my phone lit up again. Blake had sent a picture. Of his face and chest. He was beautiful.
According to his profile, Blake was thirty and in the Navy. He had chocolate brown skin and a huge perfect smile. My body responded to his picture immediately.
"Hey Blake. almanbahis giriş You're pretty attractive yourself. What are you looking for tonight?" I sent it, but I was so nervous.
"A vacation hook-up. I'm in town for the weekend for a wedding. I like your pictures."
I decided to do this. I responded before I could chicken out. "Where are you staying?"
He replied with his hotel info, including his room number. His hotel was just ten blocks away, uphill. I called for an Uber. I needed to save my energy for sex, not hill climbing.
I was already looking good since I'd been on a date so I just freshened up and grabbed condoms and lube. Delilah had gone to bed, so I left the apartment and found my ride.
I arrived at Blake's hotel and found his room. I knocked and tried not to look nervous. The door swung open and he looked even better in person than he had online. He welcomed me in.
"Thanks for coming. I just wanted to let you know I've never done this before and I'm a little nervous. I hope that's okay."
"Yeah, that's more than okay. It's also my first time doing this and I'm pretty nervous too." I admitted it easily.
Blake played with a ring on his left hand. He was married? Fuck. I didn't want to be the other man in someone's relationship. I thought about leaving.
Instead of running away, I asked him about it. "Is that a wedding ring?"
He looked up, surprised. He looked back at his hands and realized what I meant. "Yeah, it is. My husband died of cancer six months ago. I'm still not ready to take the ring off."
"Oh shit, I'm sorry. I feel like a jerk now." I mumbled the second sentence mostly to myself.
"Sorry, that's a lot of baggage for a hook-up. I didn't mean to ruin the mood."
"No, you didn't. I'm sorry. I'm recently off a divorce myself. I was cheated on and I didn't want to be the guy someone cheated with....." I trailed off while wondering if this whole thing was over before it started.
"Sounds like we both need this." Blake sounded kind and somewhat hopeful. He was right, we did need this.
"Yeah, we do." I smiled and agreed. I stepped closer to him and ran my hands down his arms. I found the hem of his t-shirt and lifted it over his head.
He leaned in and kissed my neck while unbuttoning my shirt and the waistband of my pants. He smelled so good. I was hard as a rock already. I hadn't had sex in over fourteen months at this point.
Soon we were on the king sized bed, kissing and touching each other everywhere. His body was incredible. He had lots of tattoos on his arms and back. His brown skin was silky smooth as I explored him with my mouth.
I hadn't been with a black guy since right after high school. I'd met Sean when I was a sophomore in college and I'd been faithful to him all that time. Before Sean, I'd had two boyfriends and two hook-up buddies. I was twenty eight and I'd only been with five guys.
Blake would be number six and my first one night stand. I felt weird but I ignored it. I followed the lead of my raging boner and shut off my brain. I wanted this. I needed it.
Soon Blake had my cock in his throat. No one had ever deep throated me. Sean barely sucked my dick. And I was large enough that the guys I'd been with before him were intimidated to try something like that. It felt incredible. I fought for control the whole time.
"You're going to make me cum, Blake. I need your ass, now!" I nearly shouted it as I pulled him up off my erection.
He smiled as he climbed into my lap. He reached for the condoms and lube and carefully rolled the condom down my rigid length. He squirted lube into his hand and rubbed it on his tight little pucker and then slid his slickened hand down my sheathed shaft.
"I want you to fuck me hard, Dex." He nearly whined the words as he pushed himself down onto my big dick. He gasped and I felt him relaxing and tightening as he worked his way down my nine and a half fat inches.
I had my hands on his waist, supporting him as he took my cock deeper and deeper. He settled onto my hips and opened his eyes to look at my face. He grinned and wiggled around on top of me.
"Fuck, you feel amazing Blake. I'll fuck you as hard as you need." I promised him and I was ready to deliver. I was so turned on by the contrast of our bodies and skin tones as he sat impaled on me.
His chocolate skin glowed warmly in the low light of his hotel room. My pale white skin and light colored hair looked pearlescent in contrast. It was erotic and beautiful looking to my artistic eye.
Finally he lifted his hips and started a slow, steady pace as his body adjusted to take me in long, deep strokes. The sensations nearly overwhelmed me until I had to take control.
I tightened my hands on his waist and started setting a faster pace. He started to moan and gasp as the friction built faster and faster as I thrust up harder to meet his body, pulling it down onto my throbbing manhood repeatedly.
"Fuck! Dex, yes, fuck yes!" He braced almanbahis yeni giriş his hands on my chest as I pistoned my hips up into him at a now frantic pace. "Ohhhhhhh, fuck me!" He yelled to the ceiling.
"Take it, Blake! Take that cock!" I was gritting my teeth now, getting so close to my climax.
I felt him trembling and I vaguely heard his cries as his body started to erupt from the onslaught of my hard pounding. A stream of creamy cum shot up and arced over my head, hitting the headboard behind me.
I'd never seen anyone cum like that and it made me feel incredible that I'd made that happen. I felt my orgasm crest and I could feel my whole body clenching as my cock pumped out my seed, filling the condom until it leaked out and ran down my balls.
He pulled himself off my dick and fell forward onto my chest. We both struggled to breathe as we lay there drenched in sweat and a good amount of cum. He slid off me and came to rest nestled in my arm, his face buried in my neck.
"I haven't cum that hard since I was in boot camp." He whispered it against my skin.
"That was amazing. I've never seen anyone shoot a load like that. It made me cum just watching it." I ran my hand along his spine.
"I haven't had sex in close to a year and I barely masturbate anymore. I think the last time I came was two weeks ago, maybe longer."
"No wonder you hit the fucking wall behind me! You said we needed it and clearly you were right. Fuck, Blake, that was fucking hot."
"Do you want to get some delivery and then maybe have round two?" He sounded shy as he asked.
"Fuck yeah! I'm starving and I could definitely go for another round or two with you."
We sat in his big bed and ordered sushi and poke bowls. He told me about his husband, Glenn. He had brain cancer that had just been diagnosed and then he died only two weeks later.
I told him a little bit about Sean without going into the details too much. I told him about Delilah. Everyone was always fascinated about twins. It was a good, safe topic most of the time.
I used the bathroom after we ate and I felt kind of pissed off. This was the kind of guy I wanted to date. Why did I meet him like this? He was going back east tomorrow. The sex was great but I knew I'd want it again and that wasn't going to happen. There was no future here.
I washed my hands and brushed my teeth with a hotel toothbrush that I found in the cabinet. I shook off my mood and went back to the bed. I was going to enjoy Blake while I could.
He was laying back in the pillows, his legs relaxed and spread. He looked gorgeous and needy. I climbed on the bed and between his perfectly muscled legs. I sucked his growing erection. He ran his fingers through my blonde hair.
"Fuck me, Dex. I need you again." He said it softly and it made my heart beat faster.
I moved up and kissed his plush lips. I sat back and kneeled between his legs, stroking my huge member. I pulled on a condom and rubbed lube onto his hole.
"I'm going to make you scream my name again, baby." I moved in closer, his legs falling further open. I pushed into him, sliding in deep.
"Fuck! Yes, Dex. Oh god, I need you!" His eyes were closed and his head thrown back into the bedding, arms spread wide, limp among the blankets.
"I need you too, Blake." I said it quietly as my hips started to move at a delicious pace. His moans and mumbled swears drove me on.
I shifted his legs, taking them into my arms, his knees draped over my elbows. I moved up onto my knees and started pounding into Blake's gaping ass.
He pushed his body against mine, trying to take every inch of my thrusts. I pushed back, lifting him further off the bed, giving me a new angle.
He screamed out as my massive cock hit his prostate perfectly, over and over. He quivered around me as I drove into him like a man possessed.
My climax came rushing up, pushing my body into a frenzied pace. I grabbed his dick and pumped it in my hand, matching my thrusts. I slammed into him as my body released another massive load. I felt his cock throb in my hand as he started to cum beneath me.
I pulled out before the condom overflowed inside him and I lowered his body back to the bed. He pulled me down to the mattress next to him and cuddled up against me.
"Thank you." He whispered it so quietly I barely heard over my still racing heart.
"Thank you, Blake." I said it into his temple, my lips on his skin and hair.
We laid there, holding each other close, not speaking while we caught our breath. His hands skimmed over my body and his lips lightly kissed my neck and jaw. My eyes closed and I wished I could sleep here, but that wasn't reality.
After about a half hour of silent cuddling, I started to pull away. "I need to head home. You have an early flight tomorrow."
"Yeah." He nodded as he let me go. I dressed while he watched me. "I really can't thank you enough for tonight Dex. I needed this and you have been so kind and amazing. Not to mention the best fuck I've probably ever had." He grinned at me.
"I needed it too. Thank you, Blake. I had an amazing time. Look me up if you're ever back in the bay area." I knew he wouldn't be back anytime soon.