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DC Eagle blizzard
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DC Eagle blizzard cajuncock
It was a typical winter Friday. I'd left work at the regualr time -530PM. Instead of taking the subway home, I stopped by the DC Eagle, the orginal one. The area was dark and pretty deserted due to the run down neighborhood. I walked the three blocks from the subway station just as a light now started to fall. It was magical to see the light snow cover the streets and sidewalks. Once inside, I, like many of the other customers ,shed my winter layers of clothing. The fireplace was casting a warm glow over the room. The crowd was the usual gang. Many of us had been stopping by for the Friday happy hour for a while. I made my way through the crowd to the bar, saying hello to those I knew. As usual, the bar had laid out snacks prepared in the restaurant upstairs. I ordered my drink, bourbon and coke, from the hunky young bartender. The owners knew what the customers liked so the bartender wore a leather harness over his naked, muscled chest. His tight jeans hugged a nice ass and prominent bulge. I talked with the owner while watching the porn on one of the TVs around the bar.
Well, we talked and drank for a few hours. After all it was Friday, the end of the work week for many of us. I did notice that after an hour fewer people had arrived. But no one seemed to care. Drinks and conversation seemed to flow smoothly. Jim, one of the owners, commented that the crowd seemed to have settled and he wondered why. He went upstairs to check the kitchen. When he returned he went to check the door. It wouldn't open! He pushed and pushed with no result. Again he went upstairs to the restaurant. He returned and killed the juke box. He stood on the bar and make a remarkable announcment. "Gentlemen", he began, "We are snowed in. It seemed that while we were enjoying our happy hour, the storm intensified, dumping 12 inches of snow outside. The plows have made a few useless passes by outside blocking the door way. We seem to be stuck inside until later, possibly til morning. If anyone needs to call home the phone in the office is available. I've told the kitchen staff, who are also stuck, to prepare food for us. The bar is open and there is enough wood to keep the fire going. I suggest that we make our selves comfrotable and enjoy the company because we're not leaving for a while." Almost immediately a roar of approval went up from the crowd. Suddenly, hands were all over the nearest body as clothing began disappearing. Men were leaning over the bar and the tables locked in passionate kisses and wild sex. The waiters were bringing trays of sandwiches down and being stripped bare as they walked through the crowded bar.
I soon found myself surrouded by probing hands and fingers searching for willing partners. All rules were off! Everyone was horny and willing. I was turned around over a bar stool, my pants at my angles. Someone was sitting on the bar with a hard cock positioned at my face just as another found my exposed hole. I moaned as i took the bartender's stiff cock into my warm mouth. I felt the owner push his tool into my body roughly using me. The sounds of men enjoying men filled the bar drowning out the juke box. The porn on the TVs added to the feeling of an orgy. One screen for the security cameras outside showed the empty, snow covered street. I could see the heavy snow still coming down. I surrendered to the scene inside the bar. Men rotated from one to another sampling the available selection of sex crazied bodies. As the night wore on I lost count of the holes I fucked and mouths I filled. Needless to say by dawn when we finally were able to leave, all of our balls were empty and we all had made many new friends. _____________________________________________________________________
Thanks for reliving one of my the great nights at the old Eagle! Comments welcomed and I hope this story brought back some fond memories. Remember nifty needs your support.