Once again I was in the DC Eagle on a Saturday night, in the upstairs bar. I smiled at a tall thin guy in a cowboy hat who smiled back at me and said his name was Ross. We chatted for a few minutes and tried a few kisses, and I began to hope that we might end up back at his place. He must have been thinking the same, because we did.
Ross’ apartment was on the top floor of a building way up in DC’s Chevy Chase neighborhood, and he had a large collection of absolutely fabulous Roseville pottery lining one wall. As best as I can recall, we didn’t waste much time getting naked on his bed and getting our cocks hard, playing with each other and jerking off after considerable penis-sucking enjoyment. Ya can’t go wrong sucking a guy’s dick.
Ross had a lean and wonderful hairy chest and a trim beard and being as tall as me, he was great to hug and kiss without me having to lean over. He remarked a couple of times that he thought I was good looking, which was nice.
He invited me to his upcoming Christmas party, and I went. But after that, even though I saw him occasionally at the Eagle or other parties, we didn’t get together again.