Bruno the Barman By Nathan Harvey
It had been almost one year that I've been renting a room from Bruno. I still felt strange living with a man but it was the only way I could afford to pay tuition at Indiana University was to find a cheap room off campus. Bruno was classified as a special student and was attending the University on a semi permanent basis. He worked at the Rathskeller as a barman and took classes part time. After I had registered for all my classes I'd applied for housing aid at college and found that I didn't qualify. That's when the registrar put me in touch with Bruno. I was not unfamiliar with him--he was the barman at the Rathskeller, place students hung out at on slow school days. Bruno was a good-looking man for a middle-aged stud. Most notably he sported one hell of a basket. When I had visited the Registrar to find a room he told me about Bruno one of their professional students that had asked him find him a roommate. Bruno it seems had been attending classes for years and studied everything and majored in nothing. He was nice enough when I visited him and his apartment was kind of strange but really super. I guess the fashionable term now is eclectic. Most of all the price was right. When I ask why it was so cheap he said he wanted a roommate for the companionship.
Bruno's apartment had lots of space but he had one of the strangest decorating schemes I'd ever seen. His furniture seems to be every style and from brand new to early junk. For his wall treatments he had the walls covered with crazy animal print bedspreads like zebra and leopard and things I have no idea what they were. The effect was wild. As a roommate Bruno always treated me swell but I always felt just a little strange around him. When I had stowed my things in the room given me I saw he had been taking photos in one corner of the living room. With his big studio camera sitting there his decorating began to make sense to me. I realized then that he used the bedspreads and furniture as props in his photography. When I mentioned it to Bruno he said he did photos portrait of his friends as gifts. Bruno was he was forty-five and still a student and I guess what made me so uneasy about him. He seemed to like working as a barman and had no interest in graduating with any kind of degree from school. In the following weeks the more I saw of his lifestyle the more I began to understand him and the more I liked him. He was really a true free spirit and doing quite well at it. He made money with his camera, on his job, and everything he touched seemed to turn to pure gold. Eventually in one of our conversations I came to find out he even was part owner of the Rathskeller. The more I was around him the more fascinated I became with him. He was so much more than just a hunk.
His apartment was in a big old converted loft and he had given me a front room that was big enough for sleeping and sort of a study. It worked out swell because I could study in my room when he was home. One night Bruno suggested I start coming over to the Rathskeller every day for lunch. He said he would give me the special sandwich of the day and he would only charge me for my beer. It was two good to be true and a real break for my food budget. As the weeks passed Bruno was good to me in so many ways. Some afternoons when I had a free period I'd go over to the Rathskeller and sit there in that dark brick barrel vaulted room. It was fun to just watch the people came in the door-- That in itself was quite a feat--the door was at ground level and the restaurant was two flights of steep stairs down into a vaulted room. That meant any one entering had that long trek down while every one in the restaurant got a chance to watch and comment on them. It was always entertaining watching people come in. They would stand on the landing waiting for their eyes to adjust as the patrons in the restaurant gave them the once over before they descended down into the restaurant. The women in particular always tried to pretend not to notice they were on public display. Needless to say the place was great for pickups.
Over weekends I had the apartment to myself. Bruno usually drove to Chicago on Sundays to visit friends there. He would then return late Sunday night and most of the time he we never saw each other until breakfast. He was always in a good mood when he came back from his weekend jaunts. Bruno seemed to love that city and after one of his trips he ask me if I would like to go to Chicago with him someday. Nodding I said it sounded like a lot of fun. One Friday afternoon day I happened to come home early from class. Letting myself in as I came up the stairs I heard talking in the living room. Slipping in quietly I was going to go to my room. I was aghast to see Bruno at his camera taking photos of two men engaging in sex acts. Stunned by what I saw I slipped back down the stairs and out of the apartment before they noticed me. With nowhere to go I sat on the steps outside waiting for it to all to be over. About an hour had passed when the door flew open and two young men came bouncing out of the apartment laughing and talking. Turning to Bruno they asked him for forty copies of their pictures to put in their Christmas Cards. Waving Bruno said he would have their pictures done by the end of the week for them. Then seeing me sitting there he motioned for me to come in.
As he began straightening up the room he asked why I hadn't come in and watch the photo shoot. Blushing and stammering I said I had come in, but I was two embarrassed to stay. As he took a beer from the fridge he ask if I wanted one. Then be told me not to be so close minded, he had all kinds of friends, Gay ones, Straight ones, and some were Gigolos. He'd always made it a policy all his life never to judge people on their lifestyles and neither should I. Besides he said, "Didn't I think they were damn cute looking men?" Stammering and lowering my eyes I had to agree that they were really beautiful men and going a little further I said I'd never seen such big cocks in my life. Laughing he said I sure must not have been around much. There cocks were just average and if I wanted to really see a big cock he was really hung. After a few more beers Bruno asked me if I would take his picture since camera was still set up. Saying yes I warned him I was not a good photographer and if he did all the focusing and setup then I could push the button.
Finishing his beer he began to strip saying he was putting his picture in some his Christmas Cards this year for some of his `special' friends. Blushing like a girl I shamelessly watched as he disrobed. I'd always fantasized at he looked like naked and now I was going to find out. Disrobing he moved with the grace of a dancer. First taking off his shirt and first slowly folding it and putting it on the bed. Then peeling off his turtleneck he folded that and placed it with the shirt. Then kicking off his loafers he bent down and removed his socks. The last thing to go was his jeans. He always wore them tight and as he peeled them off his body his firm hard cock sprang to attention. Grabbing his meat and waving it around he proudly announced that this was what it was like to be hung well. All I could do was stare. He chose the leopard skin as a backdrop and after setting the camera shutters and stuff began posing. I clicked one exotic picture of him after another keeping my eyes lowered hoping he wouldn't see how excited I was getting looking at his hot body. I had the biggest desire to run my hands over that hard furry chest of his. Bruno had a magnificent body to go with that huge cock of his. After that wild photo session neither he nor I ever mentioned his photo session again or his body again.
While I was taking those pictures I kept thinking of how long I'd struggled with my feelings about my strong attraction to men. Since I'd been little I had this fascination for men and all my life I had wild fantasies about sex with men. I had tried to date girls all through high school trying to be normal. The only result was all we ever did was become good friends. I was just one of the girls to them never a man. Even in high school the only date I really ever had was for the prom. Guys were scarce I became popular with girls for once in my life. I had to admit l loved the attention even when we got to the dance. I'd struggled all my life to be straight and even at twenty-two I was still a virgin. I was ready to admit I like men better then women that I was gay. I was sorry Bruno had never brought up the subject again, or ever posed naked after that first time with me. I was sorry I'd never said or done anything to encourage him when I had the chance. HE was the kind of man I fantasized about teaching me how to love a man.
Then one weekend Bruno was telling me that the Art Institute was having a special exhibition on the Degas paintings. He had two tickets for Saturday after noon and wanted to know if I would go with him. It sounded like a wonderful break from my studies and I ask how, when and where? He told me we would drive up to Chicago early Saturday morning and take in the exhibit at the Art Institute and then we could have lunch on the patio then we would drive back late that night. I was all for it and early Saturday Bruno came in my room rolling me out of bed. He suggested we get dressed and have breakfast that it was about time to leave on that long drive. We had to make the nine o'clock opening at the Institute. I'd finished my shower and was standing there naked ready to dress when Bruno came into the bathroom. Laughing in that arrogant way of his reaching out as he passed me he groped my nuts saying "Gotcha" than wiggling those hard firm buns of his he pranced off toward the shower. Disrobing on the way by the time he got to the shower he was completely naked. Turning, in that provocative way of his, he seemed to want me to admire his body. Blushing I wondered if he knew I was falling in love with him. With a grin he began rubbing his cock taking great delight in displaying his wares.
Bruno was one of those handsome brutes-- covered with hair and hung like an animal. He was far better looking naked. When he was dressed his basket drew admiring glances from the men as well as the women. Bruno was one sexy animal. In comparison I looked like a left over from a hair care advertisement, I mean the before look. I was thin with blond stringy hair and just not too good-looking. I always though my only good feature was a nice cock that extended a good nine inches when I was hard. Shrugging my shoulders at my reflection in the mirror I'd just accepted the fact that I was one of the losers in this world when it came to looks. No one had ever found me attractive. Finishing dressing I went into the kitchen to wait for him. In a few minutes Bruno came out his hair still damp from his shower and looking like a Greek Adonis. HE was wearing his white T and tight jeans with a blue blazer tossed around his shoulders. Carrying a tweed jacket he tossed it to me saying it would do wonders for my outfit and we might need it if it didn't warm up. We had a quick cup of coffee and a donut and we were off.
He made great time driving to Chicago, about three hours with the morning traffic and road repairs. Bruno turned off the outer drive just after passing Buckingham Fountain and parked at the Grant underground parking lot. We seem to walk for miles in a sea of automobiles working our way up through several levels of the garage. Exiting on the street just across from the Art Institute my first glance at it was a magnificent building. Bruno seems to know everything about it telling me its history and how it was built for the world's fair and all kinds of trivia like that. Climbing the steps between those two massive bronze Lions we had a short wait to get in. Bruno then began telling me of some of the other spots in Chicago and said we would go shopping if we had time. We spent hours walking the galleries and Bruno seemed to know everything about most of the paintings. He told me that when they were done they changed the style of painting in their day. I was impressed with his great knowledge of art and that's when he told me it was his goal to spend all his life in school learning about the wonders of life. I was beginning to understand him the more time we spent together. He was such a wonderful man and I began to realize what I was feeling for him now was more than just male friendship I was really in love with him.
We stopped our art quest when Bruno said we had more than we could absorb that it was time to go to lunch. To my surprise we didn't even leave the building. We continued to the center of the building to what he called the terrace. It was a small patio secluded by the walls of the Institute like a secret garden. It was wonderful with its tables and umbrellas around a fountain with spraying water. The waiters seem to know him and we were seated quickly even though others had been waiting longer. As a handsome waiter chatted with him he ordered me a Degas deluxe something or other. I was impressed with the big fancy name of the sandwich and it turned out to be just a big expensive chicken salad sandwich. But it did come with a carafe of white wine. Well anyway I was starved and it was really good. Leaving the Institute we walked a few blocks over to Marshal Fields for a little window-shopping. I was beginning to love the feel of Chicago because the city was so crowded with people so energetic that it made my heart race. Everywhere we went the city never seemed to stop. When the stores began closing Bruno said it was time to go. The weather was beginning to get cold when we started to make that long trek back to the car. My feet were killing me by this time but I was afraid to complain because I'd had such a wonderful time.
We reach the Bronco and it was good just to sit again. As Bruno paid and left the parking garage we pulled back onto the Outer drive. Passing Buckingham Fountain with its now illuminated colored lights he pulled over a few seconds so I could watch its dancing waters. It was beautiful looking at it against the skyline I thought that Chicago was the most beautiful city in the world with the lake on one side and the high rises with their twinkling lights on the other side. This town was like a fairyland. Moving along then Bruno took our turnoff and we went through our tollgate to the turnpike. We made one pit stop and he said we would drive straight through then. He was tired and hot and wanted to get home. We'd been on the turnpike for about forty minutes when Bruno began squirming and pulling at his crotch. Finally pulling over to the shoulder he unzipped his pants pulling them down telling me he was hot and his balls were getting crushed with his hard-on. Pulling back on the highway he began fondling his enormous cock as we drove along.
He just kept stroking his cock and playing with it as we passed above Gary and as we began to reach the farmlands of Indiana. Swearing softly he told me how hot he was and how he wished he could get off. Looking over he began laughing and asks me to just touch it and feel how hard he was. Reaching over to feel his meat and than slipping my hand down to his nuts I began to explore their enormous hairy shapes. Boasting he felt he had that special kind of cock that was made for sucking as well as fucking. Then in a soft gentle voice he told me to suck him off saying queers weren't the only people that sucked dick. Gently urging me to give him some relief. He said that didn't make me queer or anything like that. Lots of people suck cocks. Looking at that strong handsome face he smiled, winked, and begged me in a pleading voice saying "do it for me baby". We drove along another ten minutes in silence. Looking over at him sitting there in the dim lights of the dashboard that illuminating his magnificent cock I wanted him. He kept glancing at me and stroking his meat. I made my decision then. I wanted him and what the hell I was in love with him and I wanted to have sex with him. With that decision made he looked at me when he heard the snap of my seat belt unsnapping and smiled as I scooted close to him leaning over and gently surrounding his cock with my mouth.
When I began to lick and massage his meat with my tongue he cried out in ecstasy. To further please him I began to suck on his cockshead pulling it into my mouth and sucking on it like he was my pacifier. Relieved I had finally I'd admitted to myself I was gay, and this was the man I wanted to be with to teach me how to make love. Delighted he began to hump me with a vengeance and then grabbing the back of my head with one hand began holding me down on him. He kept working me down a little with each stroke of my mouth until at last he had my throat stretched and me impaled completely on his tool. With my chin resting on his balls I could feel him stiffing and arching his back. Moaning he shot his load into me giant spurts. As the hot sweet fluid filled my throat I managed to swallow his load of cum and it seemed so right. He kept me sucking on his cock for that whole long drive home saying I was a natural born cocksucker. He told me he knew I would make a great cocksucker the minute he'd met me when I came for looking for a room. That's when he promised himself he would have me as his lover no matter how long it took him to bring me out. As soon as he parked and he got me into the apartment he grabbed me kissing me. Returning his kiss I shamelessly I told him I loved him. Holding me tight he gently whispered into my ear I belonged to him now. Standing there, his back to the wall he slowly undid his belt pulling his jeans down.
Sliding down his body as I kneeled down before him I began licking him and finally reaching his cocks ran my tongue slowly up and down his meat. Then reaching around and grabbing his buns I impaled myself on him. Hungry and hot I reached for his plump throbbing balls and massaged them like plump grapes and then began massaging them then with my mouth. Then licking my way up to his cock again I slid down his shaft until I'd engulfed him. Pleased with me he began to face fuck me. Again he filled me with his load letting me suck him dry. I knew I'd found the man I loved and servicing him all seemed to come so naturally. Leading me into the Bedroom he told me it was time to get serious. I was now his lover and I would be sleeping with him from now on. When we reached the bed he flung the bedcovers off. Stripping and positioning his him-self spread- eagle on the bed he ordered me to get with it. Stripping I crawled naked into his waiting arms. As soon as I was on his body he began pushing me down to his now hard cock telling me from now on blowing him was my nightly duties. Again taking his shaft in my mouth I began licking and sucking him letting my tongue slide down his cock. Wrapping my tongue around his wonderful furry balls I pulled them into my mouth and began sucking on them. I tried to make his pleasure last as long as I could but he had other plans and forcing me down on his rod he filled me with his hot juice. Pulling me up and gently kissing me warned me that he'd better never see or hear of me blowing anyone else or he would beat the shit out of me. Hugging him close I promised I would always be faithful to him. With my promise he held me in his arms and we both drifted off into a deep contented sleep.
We awoke with the sun streaming in and he told me we could spend this Sunday bed. I snuggled into his great chest, and gently began lapping at his nipples. I really did love this hairy beast. Then gently pushing me down I sucked and lapped on that strong abdomen of his all the way down to his wonderful magic scepter. I opened my mouth wide to take him eager to please him. Holding my head down he began to piss and I started choking and gagging but I took all of him. Pulling me up he told me that from now on I would do anything that he told me to do. I was always to remember he was my master that I belonged to him. With tears in my eyes I nodded my acceptance. I would never deny Bruno anything now. I loved that man. Then rolling me over and said he was going to fuck me. Reaching over to his nightstand and taking some KY out he started greasing up my ass. Putting a lot of jell on his fingers and inserting it in my ass he began to moving it around. After a while he inserted another finger and finally he had three of his fingers up my ass making fucking movements. Then with a quick motion he pushed an open bottle of poppers under my nose telling me to inhale. With the first whiff I began to feel a hot burning sensation all over me and then he began his entry. Kissing me, Bruno told me it would soon feel wonderful that he would make my ass fit only him like a glove. As he started slowly the pain of first penetration passed and breathing I more of the poppers I could feel my body fill with his manhood.
I began getting excited by the weight of his hairy body on me. Bruno reached around and began tweaking my nipples and I was aware he was working that wonderful tool deep up my ass. Then something wonderful began happing to me as my body began relaxing and closing around his tool and I began getting excited and hot. Pushing back on his meat and trying to get more of him inside me Bruno knew I was his now and he responded by pumping me hard and fast. Coming quickly I begged him to do it again. I was now his eager bitch hot in heat. And fuck me he did, all morning until I felt I had become part of him. Finally we got up. He had reamed me so often I now felt like my body belonged to him alone. At breakfast I ask Bruno when I would get a chance screw him. Quickly looking up at me he told me he wasn't gay, he wouldn't let any man fuck him and I was to remember that. I was his personal fagot, his boy. As I sat there looking at his cruel expression I realized he'd told me all that crap about love and stuff just to get into my pants. He would have told me anything to put the make on me. Then looking directly at me said. " Get with it, you're out now, you're a fucken queer and you belong to me now fagot.
He warned me again that he'd beat the shit out of me if he ever caught me with anyone else. Then he ordered me to clean up the table and get ready to go shopping he had a few things he wanted to get for me. I've decided if you're going to be my lover its time to get you foxed up a bit. I want to be proud to show your fucking ass off when I take you out." In the weeks that followed Bruno bought me new clothing, shoes and just everything. Then he even taught me how to comb my hair and even took me to a salon to get a permanent. I had a blond curly head of hair now and I looked almost handsome. The last thing Bruno did was to take me over to the Summer Moon tattoo and piercing parlor. He chose the nipple rings he liked and had them pierce me and install the rings. He told me it was the right kind of jewelry for his little fagot lover. Wincing when he called me that in public I forgave him because I knew he was just being smart. He wanted to be proud of me and in my love and gratitude I tried in every way to make myself more pleasing to him. My life had begun a whole new turn, I was in love and I was happy. Bruno began to take me places I'd never seen before. We went out to nice places to dinner and then one evening he took me to a place called Trumans. It was a gay bar and it was nice. Men were dancing together and seem to be enjoying themselves. I was surprised when Bruno asked me to dance.
We moved on the dance floor together in a graceful rhythm and I held close and tight to him and after the dance he bent down and kissed me. I was really in love with him and it was all I could do not to cry. Later in the evening several other men stopped by our table to talk to Bruno. All of them winked and commented that he had a pretty date. When they said that I looked down in embarrassment afraid that Bruno would be jealous. After a few cokes I excused myself to go to the washroom and that's when Bruno leaned over and warned me about pickups. HE said he would beat the shit out of me if I let anyone touched me in the washroom. While I was taking a leak one of the men that had been at our table leaned over appraising my meat and ask how Bruno's ass was to fuck. He said all the guys had been trying to get him out of the closet and screw him for years but until now one had succeeded. He was the most standoffish fagot in town. The boys wanted to see whom he was saving that ass of his for. Stammering I said goodbye quickly leaving the restroom and returning to our table. Now I knew Bruno just didn't want me as a lover just as his whore. I loved him so desperately I accepted that fact and would make the best of it.
We had a full wonderful summer of lovemaking, Bruno continued teaching me how to dress, walk and talk and best of all how to take that cock of his up my ass. I'd begun to cleaning the apartment and fixing special dinners for him. I had begun to feel it was my duty to take care of him in every way. One night after dinner after I had cleaned up the kitchen I begged him to make love to me. With no hesitation picked me up and carried me to our bedroom. Standing and stripping I fell to my knees engulfing his manhood. I was hot and I wanted everything he would give me. Throwing his clothes in heated passion he dropped to the floor pushing me down and rolling me over began to screw me. Glassy eyed and yelling in a heated passionate voice all I could hear was," I love you. I wanna fuck you, your mine. " With one giant thrust he buried his shaft deep into me like a wild animal and with a wild passion thrusts screwed me telling me he loved me over and over and he screwed me until I went limp.
Still kneeling he bent low and he opened his mouth and consumed my cock taking me to the hilt. Then sucking like a wild man drained every bit of cum I could muster and then raising up he grabbed my head and when we kissed passionately our fluids mixing. Murmuring in my ear softly Bruno began begging me to fuck him to make me part of him. I could hardly believe he was mine now at last. We would become one now. In love and lust I sank my organ deep into my lover's ass in divine ecstasy. I fucked my man with the passion that had been building all those months. I was so hot I came over and over until finally withdrawing from his ass Bruno continued to beg for me to screw him. Now it was my turn to be the master and moving to his chest I began to feed him my meat. As I rammed it deep into his throat I told him he was now mine and began to fuck his mouth. Tears in his eyes he nodded in complete submission as he swallowed and struggled to take me. Finally I began to fill his mouth with my cum and he sucked and swallowed taking it all. He lay there now obedient surrendering his body to me for my pleasure just as I had done for him. We had become as one.