Barback Bareback by Aaron Zayne
"Aaron, get your hairy ass off the couch and come down here, the rodeo guys are doing the bust!"
I wasn't a big beer bust bear. Over the years the Denver Wrangler's Sunday booze became more watered as my hangovers jumped off the scale. My job required function at a higher level on Monday so the partying was done on Friday and Saturday nights.
Sunday, as the lord intended, was reserved for recovery. So when Chris called on Sunday afternoon demanding I come down to the Denver Wrangler Beer Bust and support the "community", I really tried to beg off but he wouldn't hear it.
I pulled on some baggy cargo shorts, an old wife beater and a pair of ratty Jesus sandals then headed out the door. The one day stubble on my shaved head offered no relief from the wicked heat as I drove to the bar in my old CJ-5.
Terrible fucking hot! At 6'-0" and 230 pounds, I'm a muscle bear that prefers the shade on hot August afternoons. By the time I hit the Denver Wrangler I was drenched in sweat and needed a cold one.
The doorman was a sexy bitch; Joe if I'm remembering right. He usually worked behind the bar where I had flirted with him on a number of occasions. Joe was a hot little muscle cub. Short, 5' 6" tops, probably early 20's, meaty and hot.
Tonight he was wearing nothing but a pair of dirty 501's tucked into black Doc Martins. Messy 2" Mohawk (Mohawk's get me hard) topped the package. A sexy patch of dark hair started between his beefy pecs and ran down that muscular belly, teasing me as it disappeared into his jeans, the top button open of course.
Joe had a wicked scar right below his rib cage; I had noticed it several times. Today I reached out and ran my thumb over the textured ridge then gave a little tug on his left nipple ring. I handed Joe the $5 tribute to gay rodeo. He grinned, stuck out his tongue and winked. Fucking killer smile!
The chunky dude in a cowboy hat sitting next to Joe poured me a cup of warm, flat beer.
The bar was hot. I immediately popped the wife beater off and tucked it into the back of my sagging cargos. The shorts, hanging low on my hips, exposed a bit of pube and that nice little patch of hair at the top of my ass crack! This look almost always got me fucked, but I wasn't hunting today.
My ass was still sore from hosting a couple of muscle boy tops up from Colorado Springs the night before. Cocaine, it's a hell of a drug! Those Air Force cadets can fuck for hours given the right encouragement...
As always, the bust was packed. I waded through the crowd visiting with old friends. Couldn't help but rub against the throng of hot, shirtless, sweaty men. I gotta admit, I was in heaven and that man smell...Jesus Christ that man smell, it's overwhelming! I was ripe and horned up by the time I found Chris. He was standing against a wall visiting with Carlos, a Puerto Rican muscle bear.
Carlos towered over me at 6'4". That beast was big, probably weighed 260 maybe 270 with a sick tribal tattoo running down his left arm. He was wearing nothing but white basketball shorts and flip-flops. Carlos glistened in the heat; the patch of fabric over his ass crack was wet with sweat.
I had seen Carlos playing volleyball in Cheesman Park a few times and gotta say he did it for me. Bitch was big and muscular with something massive bouncing around in his shorts. I was four beers deep by the time I slid in between Chris and Carlos.
We'd been visiting for a few minutes when Chris said he had to head home. I flashed with anger, pissed that he had the nerve to drag me away from the comforts of my couch only to abandon me. I started to cut loose on my skinny friend when Carlos slid his hand down my back and start playing with that little tuft of hair at the top of my muscled ass cheeks. Shut me down quick.
At this point I really wasn't thinking about getting fucked. My ass lips were still red, raw and puffy from Saturday night's Air Force cadet tag team. But I had wanted this dark skinned bastard for months so I arched my back a bit, inviting his probing.
Two beers later, Carlos had two fat fingers up my swollen fuck hole. I was seriously in heat at this point. He was finger banging my ass as I gave his hard cock some play through the thin material of his basketball shorts. Held tight in a jock strap, his massive meat swung downward tucked in under a set of hefty nuts. His dick was big and heavy. I was gettin wicked drunk and started jonesing for his Rican cock!
Carlos kept up with the stealth finger fucking through two more beers as the pressure on my bladder increased. We visited with the steady stream of people passing by, not sure how many knew I had a big Rican hand working my hole and frankly didn't care. Finally, not able to take it anymore, I slide forward off his three fingers.
"Dude I gotta piss..."
Carlos brought his hand to those full beautiful lips and started licking my ass butter off his thick fingers. "Hurry back, I'm gonna want some more of this"
"Fuck yea" I said over my shoulder staggering through the crowd of hot wet men toward the bathroom. That hot beer can get you wicked drunk!
In the bathroom only one bulb was working hanging naked from the ceiling.
I push open the far stall door. A tall skinny twink was sitting on the toilet getting his knob sucked by a sexy old bear knelling on the sticky floor. HOT, but I couldn't think on that now...I had to piss something terrible. Next stall empty. The cargo shorts shoved down below my ass cheeks, cock flopped out over the waistband.
I leaned forward putting my hands on the back wall above the toilet, dick hanging straight down over the filthy bowl. My 8 incher has a 2 gauge PA looped through the head. It's a fun toy and great conversation starter in the steam rooms at the Downtown "Y" but your piss goes everywhere! More often than not you pee right down the front of whatever you're wearing. They don't tell you this when you get the thing.
Finally relief as my cock started spraying piss into the filthy bowl. Suddenly a hand on my right side brought me out of the piss bliss. The stranger grabbed my muscled lat, fingers gently digging into my moist pit. His hand slid down my side coming to rest on my waist, it gave me a slight chill. I groaned involuntarily. The stranger now grabbed me with both hands pulling back slightly; a waiting hard cock was now resting its inviting head between my meaty checks.
Arching back, I presenting myself. Now braced against the wall, I expected a giant black Rican cock up my wet hole. "I'm gonna breed you slut, I'm gonna breed you good".
Too my surprise, it wasn't Carlos! But at this point I didn't care. Dirty talk gets me going. Cock swelling, I shoved back onto the anonymous tool. My loose ass lips sucking in the breeders bone until his trimmed bush was brushing against my butt.
Neither of us moved for a moment. He then leaned over my back wrapping his right arm around my waist. He bit my earlobe then started trash taking in a deep hushed voice quickly working into a full fuck.
"You like that don't you slut, you like my cock fucking you. Yea, you're my bitch now. Milk my cock you whore. Your pussies wet for me. How bad you want it? How bad you want it? You need my cock! You're my whore. I'm gonna fill you slut. Bury my nut deep. Yea, fuck yea you bitch, you're my ass slut now! I'm gonna cum in your ass you fucking slut! Here it comes bitch...here it comes bitch...here it is..."
He drove into me hard and held still. I could feel his cock swell and pulse as he emptied his nuts. "Fuck yea, take my load you fucking bitch".
I glanced back over my shoulder in the stall as he pulled out of my wreaked hole. It was barback Joe!
The meaty cub had just buried a load deep in my ass. I stood up and spun around. He leaned in and kissed me, driving his tongue deep as cum leaked out my hole. Reaching around, Joe shoved a finger up my ass then brought it to his lips. "We taste good!" He smirked then kissed me again. I could taste our sex.
Joe pulled away, picked my wife beater off the floor and cleaned his cock. He buttoned his dirty 501's tucking my tank into the back of his jeans. Joe pinched my left nipple, winked then headed back to the bar.
"Fuck yea" was all I could think as I pulled up my cargo shorts and headed out to find Carlos. Getting back to the bust I found my big Rican and pulled him in for a kiss. He could taste the sex in my mouth. "Dude, I need your cock now!" I said steering Carlos towards the door.
Carlos fucked me in the parking lot bent over the jeep tailgate then breed me again, back on the ground legs up, in the hallway outside the door to my condo. That Rican beast spent an hour eating his, and Joe's, cum out of my ass before finally sucking me off. We fell asleep, Carlos wrapped in my arms.
Needless to say, I called in sick on Monday.
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