My Stud Hank

It looked to me that night when Hank stepped into the honky tonk like he was haloed in light, dressed in black leather, looking like an angel fallen from grace. I could hear in the background my friends trying to get my attention to tell me it was my turn to shoot, but all I could do was stare at him.

The spell broke, and he stepped into the bar and all of a sudden sound rushed back in and I could hear everything. flushed with embarassment at my daydreaming, I tured to the table and took my shot, scratching badly because I was still shook up by his entrance.

After a few minutes, I got my concentration back when I heard a husky voice ask, "can anyone join in on this game?" I turned to look, and it was the stranger!

I looked over at my brother with pleading eyes, who smiled and winked at me, "be my guest, you can play my sister here, I'm getting ready to call it a night anyways." We then played for hours, talking and telling each other about our lives while we took turns shooting, neither of us caring much who won or lost, it was just something to do while we passed the time getting to know each other.

After that night, Hank and I saw each other alot, but always at the Honky Tonk, or a movie, some place public. I wasn't sure I wanted to take our relationship further at first, but the more I came to know him, the deeper I fell in love.

Finally, last night, Hank invited me over to his place after dinner, and I accepted. I could feel myself get wet all through dinner, thinking about being alone with him...making love with him. We got to his place and he kissed me slowly gently, then with more passion. I felt the bulge in his jeans, and found myself unzipping his pants and cupping his member. Wow was he HUGE!