GAY BARTENDER I
It wasn't a gay bar per se, but next to the university campus with it's music school, art school and a world class art museum, it got more than its share of gay customers. I'd been there a couple of times before and I liked it. I'd finally finished a paper I'd been working on for a week, and the bar was close to closing time but I had a strong itch for a cold beer so I went in. The beer tasted wonderful and I noticed a new sign posted on the bar mirror looking for a part time bartender. I had some experience with tending bar and who knows a graduate student that doesn't need a few bucks? I asked the bartender about it, he asked me to wait a bit until the place closed and he had a little time to talk. We discussed schedules and they fit. I introduced myself as Dan Stone and his name was Dale Emmets. Wa shook hands. He said tall bartenders were quick because of their long reach and ability to get to the top shelf hooch without knocking bottles over and guessed my height at 6'4". Close, I'm 6'5". He asked how to make a couple of drinks. Like a Rob Roy for instance, and I told him. Then he asked how to make an Indian five drop martini. I said I'd have to guess, but how about Bombay gin and five drops of vermouth? "Bingo!", he said. "Now I hate to get personal, but are you gay? I need to ask because we have a fair number of gay customers and they're more comfortable If their gaydar beeps favorably with a gay bartender."
"I'm gay alright. Not very experienced sexually though."
"Good enough. Let's put the joint to bed and call it a day", he said. So I swept the floor and helped put away the myriad of glasses from the dishwasher. "Almost done. Let's clean up the Love Loft and call it a day." I gave him an empty look and he said, "Ah, you look like you don't know about our upstairs playroom.", he said as we climbed the stairs to a small bedroom and bath. "Twenty bucks an hour, cheaper than a motel room and a lot more discrete and convenient." The towels were on the floor of the bathroom and the bed was messed up with a couple of wet spots, but otherwise it was in good shape. "Uh, is that a five cell flashlight in your pocket?", he said looking down at my pants.
"Nope. Boner. The smell of fresh cum does it to me every time.", I said. "Looks like you have the same problem."
"Yeah, the smell gets to me, but the sight of a monster cock like yours, even covered up, really sets me off. I'll show you mine if you show me yours.", he said.
"Back to grade school.", I said as I peeled off my jeans.
"Wow! How long is that thing?", he said. He was looking at a very hard cock, bending a bit to the right and upward with a pointy head.
"A little over ten inches the last time I measured it, but that was a few years ago. Your turn."
Dale was a teaser. He took off his shoes and slowly shucked the rest until his Jockeys dropped to the floor. His member was thicker, a good eight inches long andI've pointing straight up at the chandelier, with an oversized uncircumsized head, only the tip of which was peeking out of its hood.
"Oh goody! I've never tasted an uncut one. Make my day and tell me I'm going to get lucky tonight.", I said.
Dale: "I'd like that, but only after you tickle my colon with that big snake of yours. It will be a first for me to be bred with anything close to a pecker that long." He opened the bedside drawer, retrieved a condom and packet of lube and handed them to Dan. "Better let me be on top. I don't know how much of that thing I can enjoy." He straddled his new employee, reached back to position the object of his desire and slowly began to engulf it.
"Well, you're still smiling and I'm in to my balls so it looks like it feels as good to you as it does to me." I said. "And I like it this way so I can watch that pretty cock of yours enjoy it too." I reached up, retracted his foreskin and was rewarded with a little dribble of precum which I retrieved with a forefinger. "Man, that tastes good. I can hardly wait to suck more out."
Dale began to rise and fall and after a couple of minutes he tightened his sphincter and I collected a little more precum. "Whoee! That feels terrific!", he said. He turned his squeezer on and off for only a few more minutes before I drove all the way in and unloaded.
"OH GOOOOOD!", I yelled. I'M CUMMMING! And the semen ZZZZZZIIIPPPED thru my straining cock, again and again, each squirt equally great until the velocity and volume dwindled down. I stayed balls to the wall for a bit until I came back to earth and then pulled out. Even though the rubber didn't cover the full length of my tool I was pleased to see it hadn't rolled off with all the ins and outs. I peeled it off and tossed into the wastebasket. "Ahh, now I get a chance to taste that big leaky dickhead I've been staring at."
"Hey, I owe you for the best, deepest fucking I've ever had and I just hope you can suck half as well", he said, and he laid himself down on his side next to me. He was so hard his nuts were drawn all the way up, lying next to the root of his cock. I was fascinated with the oversized head on his peter. It extended more than an eighth of an inch from the shaft, bright red and with about an inch long string of precum hanging from its piss slit. I licked that off first and paused to savor the lovely juice. Then I teased him by licking first his big 'nads and then slowly licking my way up his shaft. "Oh, come on!", he whined. "Suck it! I'm so hot..." So I took pity on him and sucked that beautiful glans while with thumb below and forefinger on top I stripped his organ to harvest the precum lying within. I knew he was fired up after my breeding and my mouth sucked him slowly and gently. "Oh yeah, that's nice, oh, so nice.", he said.
TO BE CONTINUED