Bar Encounter By Michael Kliewer
This is a true story. The action detailed was between consensual adult males. No part of this story may be used, reproduced, or changed without express written consent of the author. All legal liabilities apply in regards to reading this kind of material.
It was the normal Friday night gig of going to the Eagle for happy hour and then staying until close. All my friends would be there and it was always a good time. Well, I made it a good time with plenty of Jack Daniels & coke. I was known as "The Cruiser Director" for my exuberant manner of always finding the newbies and introducing them around. If they weren't interested in my ass, perhaps I could find one that did. To say I was well known in town would be an understatement. To this day they still recall my exploits in the men's room stalls, and during the black out parties. God knows I had my share of dick, and ass in that place.
I think above all the situations I found myself in at the bar, the best; the most intriguing was with "Uncle Bill". Bill is slightly older than myself, with dark hair, brooding eyes, thick beard, and the smell of all man. He really got off on man smells, and wouldn't shower for a day before coming into the bar. His scent was masculine, heady, and always complimentary to the leather he wore. The abrasive manner would turn some off, but it really lent itself to the whole personae he was trying to put off. If you knew him in real life the two personalities were exact opposite.
Bill and I had always had a flirtatious relationship. Although not entirely either of our types, there was a deeper connection, a deeper sexuality, and deeper sense of knowing the inner secrets of each other that made the relationship special. We kissed, we groped, we even went further, but we had never actually had sex. Sometimes there was just not the opportunity to display that kind of animal aggression in the bar. However we did take it as far as we could.
On the particular night in question Bill, myself, and a couple of other guys were talking, flirting, drinking, cruising, and otherwise having a good time. We began talking about fantasies and encounters we would love to make happen. The subject got around to Bill teasing me about ripping a hole in my jeans, shoving his hard cock up my ass, and fucking me right there in the bar. It sounded hot, and my only stipulation was that it had to be done in such a manner that no one, not even the bar staff would really know what was happening. That seemed nearly impossible, as the bar staff usually knew everything that happened in the bar.
The thought was forgotten and we each went our separate ways for a time. I went into the back part of the bar where the lighting was dimmer, the sense of desperation higher, and my need greater. I leaned against the rail and pushed my ass out as I was talking to a friend. I paid little attention to what was going on behind me, and never minded my ass being groped. Suddenly I knew that Bill was directly behind me.
I could smell his heat, and knew his touch. He pulled me to him, and back against the wall. He then took his keys, worked them into the seam of my jeans, and punctured them. His left arm was around my chest, holding me close to him. He whispered in my ear as he continued his work. "You wanted this boy, you are going to get it". His free hand worked its way to my ass, his fingers spread the material, and I could hear it rip open. My heart began to pound, my breathing became haggard, and my dick was hard. I continued to play along, not giving away what was actually going on. There were people all around me, but not one really noticed the exchange.
I pushed my ass against Bill's hand and ushered him onward. He continued to manipulate the tear so that it was big enough to accommodate his cock. He then pushed his fingers into his mouth and lubed them. Shoving them into the crack of my ass he worked his fingers into my waiting hole. I closed my eyes at the pleasure of the intrusion. I knew it would happen, and I had to do my part to make it seem like he was just holding me. The bartender, a close friend, stared at me in wonder. He knew something was happening but not entirely what.
I took my hand and reached back behind me. Bill's zipper was at easy access, and I slowly worked it down. I could feel the steel heat of his cock through the well-worn material. I wanted him inside me I needed him inside me. The thrill of the adventure was getting to me. I looked around and made certain no one was paying too close attention to what we were doing. Bill for his part kept kissing and biting my neck, and whispering how much he was going to enjoy fucking me in the bar. I reached into his jeans, and wrapped my hand around his cock. It was hard, and dripping, and I knew he wanted this as much as I did. My main issue was how was I going to take his cock out, guide it into my hole with out anyone noticing.
I kept my body pressed against Bill the entire time. We moved in sync with each other, and in a move to adjust positions, I quickly unleashed his dick from his jeans. I quickly then placed it at the entrance to the hole that he had made. Adjusting ever so slightly I had his cock head poised at my ass hole. All I needed to do at that point was to push my ass back, and he would be inside me. Taking just a moment to relax, and catch my breath, I then pushed back hard against Bill and felt his mushroom head slip into me. He wrapped both arms around me, and in equal measure forced his hips up. It took but a minute and I had all of him inside me.
Normally I would have cried out in pleasure, but no wanting anyone to know what was happening I just leaned my head back against Bill's shoulder and closed my eyes. He slowly began fucking me. I could feel the hardness of him reach deep into my ass, and hit my pleasure spot. I wanted to moan, but kept my voice low. I opened my eyes, and in an attempt to seem normal, stared out into the crowd.
Just at that moment and acquaintance of mine walked up and said hello. I thought it the perfect scenario, and acting completely normal fell into casual conversation with him. All the while Bill continued to probe my ass with his cock. I moved slightly away from his pelvis so that he could get a better thrust in, but made certain no flesh could be seen. I continued the conversation, and tried to act as though nothing were happening. Bill would pull me closer to him to get even deeper into me, and I would just lean back and take his assault.
The bartender looked over at me, and then in a spark of inspiration figured out what was going on. He pantomimed what his assumption was, and I nodded in ascent. His jaw dropped, and he casually looked around to see if he could really tell. He was amazed at how casual we were being, and how controlled we were. I knew that Bill was getting close to coming, and I worked my ass muscles tight around his shaft. I wanted his cum inside me that night. Having his hot load up inside me would be the perfect ending to this fantasy.
As his time grew near, he pulled me harder into him; he would bite my neck and try not to cry out. At the moment of explosion, he bit into my neck, and let out a moan. His cock was deep inside me, and I had to hold myself steady as his orgasm rocked me. My own orgasm ran down my leg and was visible on my skin-tight jeans. I stood there in total pleasure as his cock slowly slid out of me. He hastily shoved his spent cock back into his pants, and zipped up. I then composed myself and stood away from him. The rip he made in my jeans was slightly visible, but there was no indication of the previous intrusion. I kissed him deeply and walked to the other end of the bar.
For the rest of the night I held his cum inside my hole. I had several guys later finger my well-worked hole, and later that night had someone fuck me again. I loved using Bill's cum for lube and I think the other guy did as well. My hole was satisfied, and so was my fantasy.