THE BAR
“What the fuck have I gotten myself into?”, I thought. “This has to be a goddamned gay bar.” When a young man sat on the stool next to mine and said, “Honey, I don’t remember seeing you here before.”, I knew I was right.
“Uh, I haven’t been here before. I’m staying at the hotel across the street while doing some business with a new client. The hotel bar looked boring and I saw this place and came in. I didn’t realize…”
“Didn’t realize it was a gay bar? Happens once in a while. More often than you might think with the hotel over there and all. What kind of business?”
“Wholesale women’s wear to department stores.”
“Well, I tell you what, honey. I’ll be glad to do my business way below wholesale. How’s a free cock sucking sound?”
“Oh, God. What now? What will happen if I turn him down? I have no idea what this place is like. I might get my ass kicked six ways from Sunday or something if I say no. Then again, it’s been a couple of weeks since I’ve seen my wife and another two weeks before that since we had sex.”
“Uh, let me finish my beer and I’ll think about it. Okay?”
“I’m good, honey. And you are definitely my type. Just you say the word and I’ll have you cumming before you get the word finished.” He walked away and sat down with a couple of other young men in a booth towards the back of the room.
“Never been in a gay bar before?”, the bartender asked.
“Well, no actually. I haven’t.”
“This is a pretty good one. Most of the guys here are clean and disease free as far as I know. Mickey, there I’m not so sure about. I wouldn’t take him up on his offer if I were you. He’s a real slut. Too risky.” He looked around a bit and saw another young man coming my way. “Here comes David. I know he’s good and clean. Personal experience, you know.”
When the young man sat beside me, he reached over and patted my thigh, dangerously close to my cock. “Hi, I’m David. You’re new here. Slumming?”
“Slumming? No. Just came in for a drink and didn’t know it was a gay bar.”
He smiled, “Oh, good. Not gay then?”
“No.”
“Hmm. I wish. I like the cut of your jib.”
I didn’t expect to hear a nautical term coming from a queer in a gay bar. “Jib? You sail?”
“You better believe it. In more ways than one. I have a little skiff I like to play around with.”
His pinkie finger started stroking my cock. It started to rise. “What the Hell. This fag is getting me hard. He’s not bad looking, but…”
He interrupted my thinking. “I like to play around with straight guys, too. Sometimes it’s hard to get them interested, but my little finger tells me you already are.”
I glanced down. He put his hand directly on my growing erection.
“You definitely are. How about it? Are you staying across the street?”
“Yes.”
“Let’s go to your room. I’ll give you a blow job that will make your head explode. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I’m not into making guys do stuff. From the look of you, honey, I couldn’t even if I wanted to. How about it?”
My mind was racing a mile a minute. “Damn, I’m getting hard. The bartender says this guy is okay. I sure could use a nice cum. Oh, shit. What if he’s a whore?”
“Uh, how much?”
He gave me a dirty look. “I beg your pardon. I ain’t turning no tricks. I ain’t nobody’s ho. No, I’m not.”
He looked down at the bulge in my pants. “I just like what I see right there, honey. And I want it. Anywhere you want to put it.”
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you. I just didn’t know…”
“That’s okay. You didn’t know any better. Well, how about it? We going over to your room?”
“What the fuck. Why not.” I dropped a ten on the bar and said, “Let’s go.”
As we crossed the street, David said, “I’m a bottom honey. You want it you got it. I can top, though, if you want to take the bottom. I just like bottom better.”
“I think I’ll probably prefer the, uh, top.”
“I figured. Never know till you ask. Right?”
We started pulling off our clothes as soon as we were in the room. David was pretty buff. His cock was as long flaccid as mine is hard.
“You got a good package there, my man. Just the right size for me.” His statement jolted me out of my reverie.
“Uh, thanks.”
“You ain’t never done this before have you, my friend. What’s your name, by the way?”
“Leonard. Call me Leon or Lenny if you like.”
“Alright, Lenny. Why don’t you just lie down on that bed there on your back and let little David work some magic on that good looking dick of yours.”
The sheets were cool on my back, something I’d certainly never paid any attention to when the wife and I were making out. I could feel the air currents across my nude body as the air conditioner made it’s magic cold air. When his hand touched my cock, I jumped. It was hot as fire. It came to mind that I was feeling differently than when with my wife because for one thing, she and I always were under the covers when we make out.
The hand slowly pulled at my cock, stretching it to it’s fullest length, then back down to the base only to repeat his pulling motions. I began to grow.
“There it is, honey. It’s getting ready.”
He leaned down and kissed the tip of my crown, licked at the tip, then proceeded to give me the best blow job of my life. As I came, he pushed a finger into my ass and gave my prostate gland a rub. I nearly passed out, the feeling was so intense. Finally opening my eyes and looking down, I saw David, lovingly licking my retreating prick like a popsicle.
David said, “You had Italian for lunch, didn’t you, honey?”
“As a matter of fact, I did?”
“You mean you could taste that in my cum?
“Sure can, honey. I’m that good. And I like a little garlic in my cum. Not a lot, mind you, but yours was perfect. Deeelicious. Hey, I got an idea.”
“What’s that?”
“You could try some of my cum. See if you can tell what I had for lunch.”
“I don’t know, I…”
“I know. You never did it before. That don’t mean you can’t ever do it. I promise, I won’t cum in your mouth if you don’t want me to.”
“No. no. That’s okay. I just…it’s a new thing, you know, for me.”
“Sure. Just let me lay down here and you can stroke it a little bit with your hands. Okay?”
It was still soft when I started. I liked the feel of it. It was like my own, of course, a dick is pretty much a dick, but still it was different. Exciting. It got more so as I saw the effect my hand was having on it. It was getting bigger and bigger. It reached about seven inches before something clicked in my head and I just dropped down and swallowed as much of it as I could.
I felt his hand, gently pushing the back of my head, pushing me deeper a little at a time. I finally felt his pubic bone against my nose. I had swallowed the whole thing. I popped my head up, gasping for air before going right back down again. I began the bobbing motion, suck up, suck down, suck up, suck down.
David said, “You doing good, Lenny. Damn good. I’m gonna cum in just a minute. You can take your mouth if you want.”
I kept sucking. I felt him swell up in my mouth. I knew what was coming and I just let it cum. Squirt after squirt shot into my mouth. I swallowed, gagged, gurgled, choked and swallowed some more. When it was over, I just laid my head down on David’s stomach and sucked in air until I finally could breathe more normally.
David was gently stroking my hair. “You did good, straight man. Loving husband and father.”
“Mmm. No kids yet.”
“Well Mr. Heterosexual. You just sucked the cum right out of this queer’s balls. Did you like it?”
“Yes. I did. Oh, and I think you had Italian for lunch, too.”
“Ha, ha. Yes. I did. You got a mini bar in this room we can get a drink before you get seriously after this little girls little ass?
He bent over and slapped his butt. I added a slap next to it and answered, “Over there. Just trot your little girls ass that way and get what you want. I’d like a JD if there’s any in there.?
“JD? A man after my own cock, I mean heart.”
“No. You mean cock. So what’s in there. I haven’t even checked to see.”
“Little bit of everything. Oh. Here it is. Hell, there’s four of these little JD bottles.”
“Okay. Let’s split them.”
By the time I realized David was sucking my cock again, I also realized we had pretty much destroyed the mini bar. We were buzzing pretty good.
“David. Is that you sucking my goddamned dick down there.”
He plopped his mouth off my cock. “Nope. It’s that other motherfucker. You know, that other one.”
“What other motherfucker?”
He took his mouth off my cock again and pointed at a spot beside me. “That one.”
“There’s nobody there.”
“Yes there is.” He pointed straight at my face and said, “That’s you, right?”
“Yes.”
He moved his finger a little bit to my left and said, “Well that’s him. No. That’s you, too. You’re over here and over here too. Oh. Ha! I’m drunk. Fuck my ass, Lenny. Ha, ha. Both of you fuck my ass.”
“Bend over the bed. Right there. Just like that.”
I spit in my palm and spread it all over my aching dick. Spit again and smeared it all over David’s asshole, eased up to it and popped in just the head. “Wow!”, I thought. “This is tight. Damn tight and hot as hell.”
Being drunk occasionally has it’s advantages. It slows down the urge to ejaculate quickly. I knew I didn’t want to end this quickly, so I just eased in, an inch at a time. When I had about four inches in, he said, “Fuck it, Lenny. Cram it in there and pound me like a damn hammer. Hurt my ass if you think you can. Jam it. Cram it. Slam it. Yea, baby. Now you getting to it. Little faster. Little faster. You gonna make David cum. Yeah, you gonna. I feel it, don’t stop now. Ffffuuukkkk!!”
With every throb of his dick, his ass made a spasm on my cock. About five of these and I dumped my load in his gut. We both flopped down on the bed, panting like dogs. Before I even had my breath back, David was sucking at me again. I gently raised him up and said, “Hey, gay boy. This straight man enjoyed the Hell outta you. I hope you did as well.”
“I sure did. Where you live.”
“Out of town.”
“Ah. I figured. Good thing, though. If you was here it wouldn’t take me long to get you away from that useless wife of yours.”
“Maybe so, David, but not this time. I’ll be back here in August, though. You might watch for me. End of August. You better go now. It’s been good, more than good. It’s been great getting to know you…inside and out.”
“Ha, ha. You did do that, Lenny. Is that your real name?”
“No. It’s Leonard. I told you.”
“Oh. Okay. David ain’t my real name. It’s Sheila.”
“Sheila? But you have a dick.”
“Yes. And if you had looked a little closer, you would have seen this.”
He pressed against the skin along side his cock and it opened up a hole. A hole with a clit atop it.
“That hole goes straight into a vagina. Ain’t no uterus. Never was one. Born without it, but with a pussy and a dick.”
“I may call Linda and tell her I hit a snag in this deal and it’s gonna take me a couple of extra days to get it untangled.”
“Ooh. I’d like that. And you can get yourself some of my little girl pussy. You already had my little boy pussy, you evil man you.”