First Experience
"So much for not drinking tonight huh Fred?" yelled Cody over the loud music, grinning at his grey feline friend next to him. Fred grinned sheepishly like he usually would when he had a few drinks. He wasn't drunk but he certainly had enough to really feel good.
"How can I go to a bar on a Saturday night and not have at least one drink, especially with you?" Fred replied to his cougar companion. "I guess since I've gone this far I'll just keep going."
"Hellz yeah!" Cody shouted in agreement as they toasted and downed the rest of their drinks.
The bar wasn't all that packed but it wasn't really empty either. There were still enough people around that they filled all the bar stools waiting for the bartender to grab or prepare their drinks in a wild frenzy. It took almost 10 minutes for Fred and Cody to get another round of rum & cokes and gin & tonics. Too god damn long Fred thought as he and Cody sat back down.
When you go to a small college in a small town in the Mid-west, you have to make do with what you got; and The Cat's Eye was best bar you could really go. It was one ideal place for other college students to go too, though Fred and most of his friends would agree that the DJ could do a little better with the music selection. But that was most likely the picky thoughts of multiple music majors in one room.
They enjoyed themselves none-the-less, because it was still a nice place for friends to just hang out, laugh, and buy each other a round of shots. Every now and then Fred and Cody would eye the few hot girls shaking their tails on the dance floor; and name which one they'd love to get their paws on.
While Fred was waiting at the bar for his sixth rum & coke a male cheetah came up to the stool next to him and called to the bartender for another beer. He'd seen this cheetah before working behind the bar a few times before, but never really caught his name. He stood out like a sore thumb in a place like this, not only because he was a cheetah, but also because he was one of very few openly gay guys in the area. Fred picked up on that real quick when he first saw him. He'd never had any relations with another guy before, but he did consider himself bi-sexual and wanted to try and get to know him a little bit. And after four shots and five rum & cokes, he felt more than willing to get to know him.
"What's happenin'?" he said casually with a small drunken smile on his face.
The cheetah looked back with what seemed a sly grin and replied, "Oh I'm doin' good, how about you?" with a voice so stereotypically gay that Fred had to hold himself back from chuckling.
"Fuckin' amazing," Fred exclaimed giving the bar a slap, both letting out a small chuckle at his proclamation.
"Well that's good to hear. Hey, haven't I seen you around here before?" asked the cheetah.
"Yeah I come down here every once in a while. The name's Freddy, or Fred... whichever you prefer," he said with a playful grin.
"Good to meet you Freddy, I'm Denim," he said also grinning as they shook paws to make their introductions official.
They got to talking a little more as they waited for their drinks. Fred managed to sneak in the fact that he was bi-sexual, trying to see if there was any hint of interest for him in the cheetah. There seemed to be a slight twinkle in the cheetah's eyes after learning this fact. Once their drinks were finally handed to them they exchanged numbers and went back to their previous tables.
1 A.M. rolled around and people started grabbing their coats as the staff started closing up. Just after Fred walked out the door he heard Denim calling him from one of the cars parked nearby. He wanted to know if Fred wanted to come with him and some other friends for more drinking at someone else's place. As inebriated as he was already, Fred didn't hesitate in obliging to his invitation and jumped in the back seat. Not five minutes later they arrived at a small trailer house. The living room was already occupied by at least 10 other people. The beer supplied at this gathering was of the crappiest variety; but since Fred was already pretty drunk, he didn't care. The company was far from crappy though; they were good to talk to and gave everyone some great laughs.
After about another hour Fred got up for his third trip to the bathroom. When he started to exit the bathroom, Denim was waiting outside. He looked up at who was exiting and suddenly got a huge grin on his face.
"Oh, it was you in there huh?" he commented slyly as he lightly pushed Fred back into the bathroom. Fred replied with a small drunken 'yeah' as he willingly backed into a corner. Once they were both in Denim locked the door, then turned his attention back to Fred. "I think we should make-out," he said bluntly, not bothering to be coy as he stepped closer to the feline with a look of lust lying thick on his face.
Without even realizing what he was saying, Fred just smiled back stupidly and gave a simple "Okay" as the cheetah pressed his body close to Fred's and laid one on him. The cheetah's tongue wasted no time darting eagerly into the feline's mouth, seeming to explore every part of him while Fred's own tongue clumsily tried to do the same.
A pang of delayed surprise suddenly struck him as his inebriated mind finally caught up to the realization that he was 'kissing a dude' for the first time. He seemed to be doing pretty good though, because Denim didn't seem to show signs of wanting to back away, and his hands were moving to Fred's groin. Fred's gut started to get that butterfly feeling when he felt his pants getting unbuttoned and the zipper sliding down. It was getting hard for him to keep up the kisses now that the cheetah's hand was sliding under his boxer-briefs and cupping his balls, but Denim didn't seem to mind doing most of the work. Slowly Fred's member began to react to the cheetah's messaging of his scrotum, and he could start to feel his blood pumping more rapidly with rising anxiety of the situation. He honestly couldn't believe that he was getting turned on by this, but it was happening.
His pants and underwear were slid down to his thighs so his now fully erect cock was exposed for the cheetah's view. Denim broke the kiss for the moment to look down and grin at the thick, eight inch cock that he now had his hand wrapped around. It wasn't long until their tongues were entwined again, this time with Fred starting to gasp as he felt Denim lightly stroking his length. Gasps turned to moans as his cock started to leak precum, giving the cheetah incentive to stroke harder and faster. Fred's moans got harder to suppress as the pleasure started to build around his now very slick cock, and Denim's stoking just got even more vigorous with every passing second; as if wanting to milk him for all he was worth. Finally the feline couldn't hold back any longer, and a loud grunt escaped him as his hips thrust forward and a long stream of cum shot past the cheetah and onto the bathroom floor. A couple of short spasms followed with a few smaller spurts collecting on the cheetah's hand.
Denim pulled away from the kiss and brought his cum covered hand to his lips for a quick taste while Fred leaned breathlessly against the wall. The party noises from the living room were becoming noticeable again, and both of their ears perked up when they heard Demin's name being called out as if in question to where he was. It seemed that the rest of the group was waiting for Denim's return so the both of them started to straighten themselves up and Fred rushed out of the bathroom and headed back to the party in a drunken, nonchalant way; as if nothing had happened between him and Denim.
Later, after returning home at 3 a.m. and waking up at noon, Fred replayed the scene with a sober mind and honestly felt really awkward about what had happened. Even more so when he saw that Denim had sent him a text saying, "haha, us making out and jerking u off was so random". He was at least glad that it didn't progress further than that, and nobody else seemed to know about it. All-in-all, he felt that it was at least an okay experience for his first sexual thing with a guy. Hopefully the next time he was with a guy, it wouldn't be in a small bathroom of someone else's trailer.