The Blind Date The Blind Date By J. Fisher I was thrilled when my friend Tom invited me to visit for the weekend. Even though I didn't like his lover Dan very much, I knew Tom and I would have a good time catching up on things. Friday just couldn't come fast enough that week. I'd been working long hours, hadn't been socializing much and just wanted to get out of town. About three o'clock Friday afternoon I threw an overnight bag into the back of my car and headed for the freeway - and the two hour drive to Tom's restored Victorian home. With reflecting on the end of my recent relationship with Bryan, and daydreams of better times in the future, I pulled into Tom's tree-lined neighborhood in record time. Tom greeted me at the door with a gin and tonic, and a big hug. His partner Dan just kind of nodded and headed for the living room. I don't know why Dan and I never got along. I think it had to do with the fact that Tom and I had been bar-buddies in our single days. Everyone always assumed we had a sexual history as well, which was never the case. But he was the one person I had always shared my trials, tribulations and good times with in the past. My call about finding Bryan in bed with another guy a few weeks earlier had led to the invitation to visit. We were bitching about what pigs men were when the doorbell rang. Tom excused himself to answer it and returned with a pleasant surprise. Following him into the kitchen was a hunky, tan, gorgeous man with an incredible smile. As he walked in he was tucking a crisp white dress shirt into partially unbuttoned 501s. I knew immediately that Tom had set me up. He knew I hated blind dates and this one had caught me completely off guard. A big, callused hand was extended to me as the new addition introduced himself as Lonnie. He apologized for being disheveled and explained he had just enough time to shower, in the barn on his farm, before heading into town without being late for dinner with us. He had literally been dressing in the car on his way down the highway. That was a sight I would have loved to see. As he strongly shook my hand, his blue eyes were staring right into me. The entire package before me was a feast for my eyes. His wet hair was a very shiny black and his face showed he was one of those guys who always had a five o'clock shadow no matter how often he shaved. More curly black hair peeked over the collar of his tight clean shirt which outlined a big, well-defined chest. The well-worn jeans started at a 28-inch waist and stretched out over an exaggerated basket. They were molded perfectly to a high bubble-butt which was exhibited when he turned to take his drink from Tom. A pair of rattlesnake cowboy boots finished off the vision and made Lonnie about the same height as me. At dinner we could hardly take our eyes of each other as we sat across the table from one another. I thought Tom and Dan would start gagging at any moment as Lonnie and I played "goo-goo" eyes. Every few minutes I felt a cowboy boot rubbing its way up the inside of my pants leg. Once, Lonnie's boot made it all the way to my crotch, where he gently tapped the sole of his boot into my hardening cock. I looked up from my plate and across the table at him to a huge grin as he set down a wine glass. After dinner we retired to the living room to watch a movie. Lonnie sat next to me on the floor with our backs against an over-stuffed chair. With the lights down low, and Lonnie's hand in my crotch, I was too distracted to watch or pay attention to the movie. The movie finally came to an end and Tom suggested dessert. Lonnie spoke up and suggested we all go out for a drink instead. Tom and Dan claimed as an "old married couple" they were too tired to hit the town. I certainly wasn't going to object to time alone with Lonnie and we grabbed our jackets. As soon as we were in his sports car he leaned over and kissed me. Nothing was said as he started the car, rested his hand on my thigh and headed down the street to the bars. When we got to the bar he ordered each of us a drink. We both spent some time complaining about our past love lives and then headed out to the dance floor. Our dancing was like a ancient mating ritual. I knew we were attracting attention as we ground our hard crotches into each other - but I was far from caring. The combination of alcohol, dance music, sweat and lust was almost at a peak. I could have had sex with Lonnie right there in the middle of the dance floor and actually enjoyed having an audience. He must have been feeling the same way because he suggested we go for a ride up to a park where we could view the entire city. We were the only people around when we got to the park. We got out of his car and strolled up to the highest point. Lonnie shoved me against a tree and began to kiss me passionately, slipping his hot tongue into my mouth. One hand was in my shirt massaging my chest; the other was rubbing up and down the length of my obviously hard cock. Both of my hands were kneading the globes of his ass and pulling him closer to me. Someone walking their barking dog in the distance brought us back to reality and we headed back to his car. I felt like a teenager as we continued to make-out in the car. With the windows steamed up we were protected from anyone seeing what was going on as shirts were taken off and pants opened. A massive 10-inch cock popped out of Lonnie's open fly. He wasn't wearing any underwear. However, I don't think there would have been room for briefs in his tight Levi's. My white briefs seemed to glow in the dark as he struggled with my pants. He dropped his head and slobbered all over the Calvin's being stretched by my throbbing cock. My hand didn't even go all the way around his man meat as I clenched it and began stroking it slowly. It was getting increasing difficult to maneuver in the car as our passion for each other became stronger. Finally, Lonnie suggested we get back to Tom's house where we could truly enjoy each other. We didn't make much of an effort to get dress as Lonnie started the car and attempted to make the ten minutes drive in less than five. He pulled up in front of Tom's house and we started undressing as we went up the front steps. Once inside the house we dropped a steady line of clothing up the stairs and down the hall to the guest room. I shut the bedroom door, turned around and there was Lonnie laying on his back stroking himself. I grabbed a bottle of lotion off the dresser, squirted some in my hand and began jerking my meat. Without any more preliminaries, I walked to the bed, lifted Lonnie's legs and positioned the dripping head of my cock against his hairy asshole. With one forceful movement, I shoved my cock all the way into this stud's hot hole. He let out a whimper, released his cock and grabbed my ass with both hands to pull me into him farther. As I started a rhythmic pistoning in and out of his ass, I lowered my head to take a bite of the gorgeous nipples sticking up from his hairy pecs. The harder I worked the nipple between my teeth the harder Lonnie used his hands to pull my body into his. One of his fingers found the pucker of my asshole and he slowly worked a couple of inches into me. Totally drenched with sweat, I knew it wouldn't be long before I was blasting in his hot hole. I raised my head to meet his lips in a rough, sex-crazed kiss. With his hands still holding my ass and cock in place, I lifted myself up, grabbed his ankles and lifted his legs above my head. Looking down I had a perfect view of my veiny cock sliding in and out of his contracting ass lips. Lonnie's cock was like a hard rocket pointing up toward his chest. It bounced around his perfect six-pack of abs as it twitched. The finger in my asshole was taking its toll and I felt my entire body tensing for the coming explosion. Lonnie's ass seemed to be teasing my cock as it milked my shaft. Suddenly, I could hold back no longer and I thought I was going to black out as my cock exploded into Lonnie's asshole. With the continued help of his hands I was able to maintain the momentum of fucking him as blast after blast of cum shot into his guts. At the same time Lonnie got an incredibly surprised look on his face and his huge cock began releasing it's load without either of us having to touch the beautiful thing. The first spurt hit him in the face and five or six more coated the black hair of his chest. Still in him, I collapsed onto his messy chest and drifted off to sleep. The morning sun, shining through the thin curtains of the guest room, woke me. A muscled, hairy arm held me close to the warm body nestled behind me. I could feel a semi-hard cock resting in the crack of my ass. Needing to pee, I quietly slipped out of the bed and down the hall to the bathroom. After unloading the drinks of the night before, I was washing my face when I heard a gentle knock on the door. I opened the door to my friend Tom standing in front of me with a shit-eating grin. In his hands he was holding a combined collection of the clothes Lonnie and I had scattered throughout the house on our way upstairs. "So, I'm assuming that the blind date went well," was all he said as he handed me the mass of clothing, turned and headed off to the kitchen to make coffee.