David the Horny Barman Chapter One
I used to drink in this bar in town most evenings; my friends all went there, it was convenient and most of all, one of the few gay bars available. This particular night I was there with my friend Scott when he asked "have you seen the new barman? You'll like him". Scott was always trying to hook me up with people, we were best mates and although we'd had a fumble once, it had never gone anywhere and we just became good friends. He was not really my type, quite stocky, hairy and quite short, he played as a prop forward for the local team had a brilliant sense of humour and was a real geezer. We were exactly the same age, 32 and had known each other for what seemed like ever.
I hadn't been paying much attention before but as it was my round I decided to get the drinks in and looked over at the bar to see who was serving. A couple of the usual guys were there serving customers but as I walked up I saw another one I didn't know restocking the fridge with some bottles. He stood up and turned round immediately breaking into a lovely smile and asked me what I wanted. I had to admit, Scott was right, he was fit as fuck; he was a bit younger than me, around 25 years old, 5'10", dark skin, with amazing blue eyes that were intensified by this tan. He had a a really beautiful face with high cheek bones and long eyelashes, a stud earing in his right ear which made him look a bit chavy but, as I love that look it just turned me on even more. Although he wasn't muscular, he was toned and you could tell he worked out. He was wearing a blue vest top which showed off his defined chest and lovely arms. I'm a sucker for arms (among other things) and he looked strong and fit. As he walked down the bar I could see he was wearing white shorts which topped the sexiest legs I had seen in a long time and covered an arse that looked like it was waiting to be licked. I was in lust! While he was serving he kept looking at me and smiling so I asked him his name; "David" he said pronouncing it Dar vid with an unmistakeable Spanish accent which increased the appeal.
"Hi David" I said trying to act cool "not from round here then when did you start, where are you from"; I realised I had just fired a load of questions at him and felt myself colouring up. "Sorry" I said "that was a bit rude wasn't it"
David laughed and said "no, never it's OK I am from Columbia and I live in here 2 months. I begin only today" and flashed that gorgeous smile again. I thanked him for the drinks and paid with a small tip and his reaction was so sweet; "oh thank you so much -- oh what are you called?" Steve I replied "mucho gusto Steve" he smiled back again.
Later on we were chatting as David came up to collect the glasses, he smiled again said "hi" and as he edged past me his hand moved across my arse and he winked at me walking back to the bar. "You're in there" Scott laughed. "You should see your face -- you're practically dribbling".
"Oh piss off" I retorted and slapped his arm but he was right the guy was horny as hell. We had a couple more drinks and before we left I thought I'd just say goodbye, as you do. "Aw you going so soon" said David as I said goodnight, "Are you here again sometimes"
"Oh yes I'll be here again" I almost leered at him but fortunately he took it the right way, laughed then leaned over the bar and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Goodnight Steve, sweet dreams" he said. I was buzzing, when he kissed me it was like a charge of electricity went through me, I couldn't believe the effect he'd had in such a brief meeting but I told myself he was just being nice and trying to be friendly. In a new town it's difficult to make friends and I thought I could certainly be that if he wanted to. I walked home feeling ridiculously happy and I don't think I stopped smiling all the way back, Scott left me at the corner of my road, leaned over and said "I know what you'll be doing when you get back, don't wear yourself out ha ha"
"Fuck off" I said but he wasn't wrong. I was finding it difficult to walk as my boner was getting in the way but I got back to my flat, cleaned my teeth and after getting undressed got into bed. My cock was straining and I couldn't get David out of head. I wanted him so badly and I was sure he felt the same.
I am around 6 foot, fairly slim, with dark hair, green eyes and I'd say reasonably fit, I liked the sun so was pretty tanned had a bit of stubble which I thought made me look sexy. I went to the gym about twice a week so not obsessively and obviously I like a pint and a laugh. I wasn't your typical gay guy in that I loved football; I mean proper loved it not just because they had nice arses like most of them who said they followed the game. I used to play a bit when I was younger but unlike Scott, turning out every week for training wasn't really my thing so now I was just a supporter. One thing I did have though was a high sex drive and when I wasn't with anyone, like now my wanking arm got a lot of use.
Laying back on the bed I replayed the evening and my few brushes with David, getting harder and harder as my mind whirled. I took hold of my 7" circumcised cock and slowly started to move it around as I remembered the encounter. All I could think of was him, kissing me, stroking me and me reciprocating as I crawled down his body and took his huge cock in my mouth, licking around the head and tasting his pre-cum. My imagination is vivid and I could see and taste him as though he was there moaning into me as I sucked him off.
It didn't last long, I was too worked up and within a few minutes my hips started to thrust up into my hand building the tension in my balls to unbearable levels until with a shout I started to cum, my spunk boiling over and spurting jet upon jet over my tanned stomach -- as I'm having a wonderful orgasm I am imagining David fucking my mouth with his lovely cock and shooting his spunk all over my face and down my throat. I groaned in pleasure as the feeling subsided and looked down at the pool of jizz on my abs and chest. I couldn't resist and I brought my hand up to my mouth licking the cum off my fingers, savouring the taste as I cleaned up all the mess and quickly fell asleep.
The next day was a whirlwind of work and meetings and it went by pretty quickly, but all I could think of was David and his fit body. Me and Scott were due to meet up that evening again and I couldn't wait for the time to go I was so excited about seeing David again I just hoped he felt the same way about me.
Chapter Two will follow soon but here is a taster!
At half seven we arrived at the pub and I went straight to the bar but David wasn't there. My heart sank as I realised he may only have been doing a trial shift and he may not come back, I worried he didn't like me and started to feel really down as I sat with Scott. "You're a cheeful fucker this evening" he moaned after a while.
"Sorry mate" I said "I'm just being daft, let's get another round in". I stood up to go to the bar and just at that moment David walked into the pub, broke into that sexy grin, came over and whispered to me "I am glad you're here I don't have your number; I think about you last night a LOT" and he smirked, licked his lips and walked off saying; "I'll see you later I get off at 11".
My heart pounded in my chest as I just gawped after him, Scott bringing me back to earth with a "Oi it's your fucking round you cunt, Jeez could you make it any more obvious"
I went over to the bar and one of the regulars, Christos served me -- I couldn't wait for closing time......
To be continued
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