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Back to the Stuy Ish Gray
Chapter 2: Feels Like Home
Once I arrived at the bar, I was washed over with the feeling that you could only receive as you walk into a dive bar... Content. The great thing about a dive bar like The Joint, is that you don't have to try to be cool, nor do you have to dress a certain way to get in. The aesthetics are those of people who just want a good (cheap) drink, some conversation, and not to be bothered by disrespectful people. And ya know.. Maybe hookup in a bathroom that has graffiti from 1993 still on the wall.
I instantly spotted Vlad and Tristan sitting in the front corner booth, each with a drink in hand, looking at me with knowing smirks.
"You dirty slut!" Vlad let out with a laugh. "Takes one to know one," I responded as I sat down next to Tristan. "You are the company you keep," Tristan attempted to sound distinguished, as he sipped his dirty martini. "And the ass that you eat!" I retorted.
None of us were ashamed of our sexual histories. Separate and together, we've all had some nasty piggy adventures; and loved to share with each other.
"He gave bottom vibes," Vlad told us. "The way he made sure to have his ass in your face." "And a tasty ass it was," I responded. "The perfect dessert."
They both fist bumped me, then told me that my favourite bartender was working the afternoon shift. I quickly stood up, made sure my pants sagged just enough to show that I was going commando without mooning the whole bar, then walked towards the beer taps.
Micah looked sexy as fuck wearing a mesh lime green tank, and black 5 inch inseam shorts. The perfect combination of clothing to show off his tanned dad bod that stood roughly 5'6. I couldn't stop watching him as he made drinks and shuffled around getting everyone's orders correct. He was a master at bartending... and amazing in bed.
"Hey cutie," I heard him say as he walked towards the taps. "Hey yourself," I smiled at him. "Busy day?" "You know how the Sunday tourists are." "Not enough tips, not enough dick, but crazy demands." I knew exactly what it was like dealing with tourists in a bar. "Exactly!" he nodded. "Hopefully I can help make your day better," I leaned over the bar on the left side of the taps. He came forward, took my hand in his, and kissed me on my forehead. "You already have," he then pulled away. I felt myself blushing as I stood straight again. "Want the usual?" He was back to business.
As I walked back to the booth with my beer in hand, I noticed people staring at me. Some were looks of disgust, some were of curiosity, and others were of pure lust; save for the regulars who were use to my antics. It was obvious that my public encounter with Micah at the bar had been noticed by other patrons.
"So, when's the wedding?" Tristan laughed. "Just for that... You can hold down the table while we go for a smoke," I responded, making Vlad laugh.
"So what's the deal with you guys?" Vlad asked as I lit my cigarette. We were sitting on a picnic table under the outdoor canopy that was built when the city only allowed outdoor seating only. "Can we not do this right now?" I answered his question with a question, as he lit the blunt I handed him. "I just moved today. Let me get used to my work commute before you two try to marry me off." "All I'm saying," he started, "is that you two are obviously into each other. The whole bar could see it. And I know how good the sex is. What's wrong with giving it a try?" We switched the blunt and cigarette. "Again, let me get used to being back in Brooklyn. Then I'll make my decision," I handed him the blunt, then took back the cigarette. "For now, he's my favorite top, and I'm his standing Monday night date." I took a couple of pulls from the cigarette. "Hey! I thought I was your favorite!" he stuck out his tongue, before taking another hit of the blunt. "You're my favorite cock sucker. Take that as you will." I wasn't lying. I loved using his throat as often as possible, but I knew that I wasn't meant to be his forever dick. "Fair enough," he shrugged, then kissed me on the cheek.
We went back inside after finishing the blunt and cigarette. Vlad and I went straight to the bar to get refills. Micah's face lit up once he saw us, then raised his fingers signaling us to give him a minute. As we watched him make two dirty martinis, and pour a lager from the tap, we knew that he was serving us before everyone else who'd been waiting. I loved having a bartender that knew our usual drinks.
"I'm taking a break in five minutes," he winked at me, as he handed us our drinks.
"Apparently someone has a few minutes before he gets railed in the bathroom," Vlad said to Tristan as we sat down. "At least you're getting some," he shrugged, as he took a sip of the drink Vlad handed to him. "I'm still trying to see if I'm getting ass from my plug later." "You're fucking your plug? And still pay for weed?!" I was shocked, and disappointed. "Drop him! Cuz a nigga who only sells mid, and aint reliable, isn't worth your time, money, or dick!"
Just then my phone lit up on the table. The text preview said "usual spot", from Micah. The boys egged me on to go have fun, which I gladly took as a free pass to not have to put dick on hold to be a good friend. My friends knew who I was, they were the same way.
As I stood to walk towards the back of the bar, I noticed Micah walk into the office/storage room, leaving the door slightly cracked for me to enter. Like many times before, I walked through the crowded bar, downing my beer, while passing various conversations. No one was paying attention to me, with the exception of the occasional nod of acknowledgment from the regulars that I'd seen (and might have fucked) many times before.
Before reaching the door, I made sure to psyche myself up. I knew what was about to happen, I just hated how quickly it would have to be. There was a magnetic effect that Micah and I had on each other; that made it hard for me to just be content with a quickie. With him, I needed more. Thankfully, the liquid courage and loud music helped drown out my worries. It was as if they kept me alert enough to remember the time constraint, while also relaxing me enough to go with the flow.
When I pushed the door open, he was sitting on the worn out brown and tan plaid sofa that's been at the bar since it opened in the 80s. He'd already taken off his mesh tank, and was checking his phone. He didn't hear me come in, but looked up when I closed the door.
"So who's ass were you eating?" he looked at me with a knowing smirk. "Some waiter on Halsey," I told him bluntly, as I sat to join him on the couch. "Wanted to give him a tip for the great service he gave us." "You always were a good customer," he said, putting his arm around me. "Probably your favorite," I licked my lips. "And the tastiest," he added before kissing me for a few seconds. "Get undressed."
I loved when he gave me orders, and always followed them. I quickly took off everything but my sneakers, throwing my clothes onto the shelf opposite of the couch. When I turned around to face him, he pulled me back onto the sofa and started making out with me. He used his tongue to inspect my mouth, as if he wanted to taste the waiter's ass from earlier along with the beers that I'd drank. Powerless by this touch, I felt him guiding me so that I was laying on my back with my legs in the air.
"That waiter tastes good on you," he said before pushing my legs further into the air. "But I know you taste better."
He then adjusted us so that my ass was completely in the air, my hole exposed. I watched him become animalistic as he bent his head down to lick my hole. Fuuuuck! His tongue sent a shiver throughout my body, causing me to moan. The reaction was pleasing to him, as he went back to continue teasing me. Licking up and down my hairless crack, to my taint. Biting my cheeks. Giving me light spanks every time I moaned too loud, causing me to bite my lips in fear of the bar patrons hearing us from the other side of the door.
Knowing what was coming, I got myself to focus enough to grab the lube that was kept in the cushions of the sofa. Like many times before, I handed it to Micah, signaling that I was ready. Before I could say anything, he kissed me hard, giving me a taste of my own hole. Sweaty from the day I've had. The move, the walk to the restaurant, the walk towards the bar, the lack of AC in the bar, and the 95 degree Brooklyn weather; all contributed to a taste that Micah seemed to love, and that I was more than happy to get a hint of.
I felt him shuffling as we continued to kiss, then felt his bare cock and thighs against my body. The heat radiating onto me. When I heard the click of the lube bottle, I moaned into his mouth. I wanted him to know that I needed him inside of me.
Right on queue, I felt his thick fingers applying lube to my hole. Causing me to whimper; he knew how much of a bitch I was for being fingered. He inserted two fingers, slowly, as he pulled away from the kiss to look down at me. I gave him a plea with my eyes, wanting more.This caused him to fuck me with his fingers, while looking down as if he were ready to devour me.
"You like that?" He barked in a hushed tone. I nodded. "Answer me bitch," he slapped me with his free hand. "Yes!" I tried not to be too loud. "Tell me." He was asserting his role. "I love when Daddy uses me!" I responded, still trying to not raise my voice. "Using you or using your pussy?" His face looked as if he was gooning, just from having me like this. "My pussy." I responded. He started to finger fucking me harder, causing my body to thrash on the sofa. "Ooh fuuuck daddy! Yes! Use my pussy!" I knew not to yell, but he was making it harder and harder.
He kept fuck me with his fingers for another few minutes. While simultaneously slapping my cheek, and saying how sexy I was when I'm under him. Each second felt like an eternity, yet I knew I wasn't that lucky.
"You want Daddy's cock?" he asked, slowing down the digital attack on my prostate. "Yes sir." I nodded. "Ask nicely," he said as I felt him pulling his fingers out of my hole. "Please fuck me Daddy," I begged with intent. "You gotta be quiet while I'm fucking you," was all he said before putting the fingers that he had in my ass into my mouth.
They were wet, and creamy. He put an attack on my prostate that caused me to cream all over his hand. I savored the taste, as I felt him lining up his dick to my wet hole.
Looking up at him, his fingers still in my mouth, I nodded. He then pushed forward, allowing his mushroom head to enter me. He stood still for a few seconds, winked at me, then drove all 9 inches into my body. I saw stars.
"This wet cunt feels like home," he said as he continued fucking my face with his digits.
For the next seven minutes he fucked me mercilessly while keeping his fingers in me. He'd attack my hole with rough intent, then pull out in order to hear me whimper. He'd slap my face with his free hand, while driving his dick all the way in me so that I felt his pubes and low hanging sweaty balls against my body. He used me for his own please, while getting out the anger he had for having to work on a Sunday. I was his bitch, and I loved it.
I felt myself getting closer and closer to cumming. The friction, the dominance, him hitting my prostate... It was all too much. I couldn't hold back.
"You're close, aren't you?" He looked at me, proud of himself. My only response was a whimper around his fingers. "Me too," he kept fucking. He got rough again, hitting every single spot in my hole.
Just when, there was a knock at the door; but Micah was determined to get his nut. "I'm cumming!" he yelled, as I felt myself release four shots of cumm onto my torso, causing my cunt to milk his dick.
He slowed down on the fucking, and pulled his fingers out of my mouth. I stayed still, my legs on his shoulders as he fucked the remaining cum into my hole. Making sure to mark his territory. He was sweaty, and looked like he was tired; but knowing him, I wasn't gonna be the last fuck of his work day.
Instead of laying down with his dick still inside of me, he pulled out of my hole. I hated when we had to separate, knowing that his dick always filled me perfectly. I wanted to be able to just chill on the worn couch, to take a minute to breathe. To be able to feel him get hard again. And to make matters worse, I didn't even get a chance to clean off his dick before he started to stuff it back into his shorts.
"I needed that," he leaned down to kiss me while buttoning his shorts. I didn't respond, as I sat on the couch clenching my hole. "Babe, don't be like that," he whined, noticing my lack of reaction. "You know how it is when I'm working."
"I know," I rolled my eyes. "I just wish it didn't have to be so quick." "Aye. Thirty minutes is definitely not quick," he chuckled. "It is when you're spoiled by long, deep, intentional fucks," I looked up at him. "Which you'll definitely get tomorrow night," he responded, before kissing me on the forehead.
I watched him grab his mesh tank from the shelf. He used it to wipe the sweat from his face and shoulders, then put it in his back pocket.
"I'll see you out there," he winked at me. "Sure thing, I need a beer." I responded, remembering that I finished mine on the walk in. "On the house," he said, grabbing the doorknob. "It better be!" I half joked as he walked out, closing the door behind him. As I put on my pants, I couldn't get the encounter off of my mind. It was the perfect quickie. He used me the way that I needed to be used. He hit every proper spot. He made me cream and cum. And he looked sexy as fuck the whole time. He was the perfect sex partner for me, but we both knew that it couldn't be more than just that.
I grabbed my shirt, tucked it into my back pocket, then walked out of the office/storage room. I needed a beer and a blunt.
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