Disclaimer: This is adult oriented original fiction depicting explicit sexual situations and graphic sexual situations between adult men. Some of the things depicted here may be considered unsafe sex. These acts are in the context of a fictional story and not recommended in real life. Always play safe. Never go off with a stranger. By reading further you are accepting this as natural behavior, and claiming to be of legal age to enjoy such material.
If you like what you read here you may send feedback to robertswain1963@gmail.com
Nifty needs their donations to provide these wonderful stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html
Jerking With Jason: The Naked Night in the Bar By R. A. Swain
Jason woke early to the memories of coming home to find Pete and his college friends playing strip poker. His business trip had been another successful one, the construction was almost complete, and he had a lot of sex with a lot of different people. His cock stirred at the thought of sex. Go ahead, the voice in his head said. Jerk off before getting out of bed. Think about all the sex you had. His mind went back to the night in the deserted bar.
Jason walked into the bar and looked around. He hated business trips for the very reason he was standing in the bar near closing time, loneliness. Jason, for all his will o' the wisp attitude hated not having people around with whom he could play. Surveying the almost entirely empty bar, save for two patrons sitting at a table and the bartender who he knew from having spent every night of his business trip talking with, it looked like another lonely night.
He strolled in and took a seat at the bar. "Hey Steve, a beer."
The bartender smiled. "Hey Jason, you're late tonight."
"I had to go out to the construction site again today. I fell asleep when I got back to my room and just woke up and showered a short while ago." He looked over at the two men sitting at the table. Obviously, business travelers like himself, attired in business casual of polo shirts and khakis, and loafers' sans socks. It was warm in the desert.
The men appeared to be in their late 30s to early 40s, a lot older than he, but both in good shape from what he could see. His attention was drawn back to the bar as Steve placed a cold one in front of him.
"So how was it out at the site?" Steve asked.
Jason shrugged. "Good, I guess." He sipped his beer and remembered the day spent at the site in his boxers. It seemed he agreed to visit the site wearing boxer shorts and a T-shirt with work boots and socks. It was a dare from the foreman, a fellow player, that got him to expose himself as much as possible.
"I hear it gets interesting out there," Steve said, a smirk dancing across his lips.
Jason looked up. "What do you hear?"
Steve smiled. "Just some of the crew was in here after work the other day talking about the hot home office guy willing to play their games. I almost wished you had come in here dressed in boxers and a t-shirt."
Jason felt himself blush. "So, word gets around?"
"Yeah."
"I felt that would be a bit too casual for the bar scene but looking around I see there's hardly anyone here."
"Well, if you ever feel the urge to strip down, I have a policy of one free drink for guys wearing only boxers," Steve said with a grin.
"Only one free drink?" Jason mused.
"Nude customers get to drink free for the night," Steve added.
Jason smiled. "I'll keep that in mind. Although if I'm drinking in the nude, I like to be served by a naked bartender as well." He let his eyes wander over Steve's obviously gym toned physique. Under the tight jeans and plaid shirt, he was sure Steve was nicely put together.
Steve glanced down and then across the bar into Jason's eyes. "It's a deal."
"Huh?" Jason asked.
"I'll strip down if you do," Steve replied.
Jason looked back at the table of two, and then back to Steve. "You mean now?"
Steve smiled. "You're here. Now would be a good time, don't you think?"
"What else did you hear about me being at the construction site?"
Steve smiled. "Everything."
Jason glanced back at the two men at the table. "I don't know," he stalled. "I don't want to get you in trouble. What if more people come in?"
"Those are the risks involved in a dare," said Steve. "Besides, it's late, almost closing time." As if to tease Jason, Steve opened a button on his shirt.
"You're daring me to get naked in the bar?" Jason clarified what Steve was saying.
Steve nodded. "Yeah, I dare you."
Jason closed his eyes. He felt the warmth running up the entire length of his body. He could never resist a dare. He looked back at the two men sitting at the table talking. Casually he began to tug his shirt over his head and placed it next to him on a barstool.
Steve shook his head. "Give me the clothes. They go behind the bar at the far end. This way you can't cover up so easily if someone walks in."
"Yeah, but you're behind the bar. You're risking less."
"I'll be shirtless and obvious." Steve answered.
Jason looked at Steve. "Okay, take your shirt off."
Steve paused before opening the buttons on his shirt. He slowly pulled it from his sinewy shoulders, revealing a hairy chest and flat stomach. He tossed it next to Jason's and nodded toward the two men who were now watching with interest the goings on at the bar. "Your turn."
"I'm keeping my shoes," Jason said.
"Me too," Steve agreed. "But everything else goes."
Jason toed off his shoes for a moment, then reached to his lap, opened his belt, unbuttoned his slacks and tugged the zipper down, all the while staring at Steve. "I'm gonna do it."
Steve just stood there grinning. "I know you will."
"Then you'll have to follow suit," Jason said.
"I will," Steve replied. "I made a deal. Remember?"
Jason bucked his hips up and pulled his khakis down his thighs and then down to his ankles and off. He sat there in just his boxers. "Your turn," he said, handing Steve his pants.
Steve casually opened his belt, unsnapped the snap at his waist and popped open each button on his fly, allowing his jeans to slide down his legs to his ankles. Stepping out of his shoes he shed his pants and dropped them with Jason's on the floor next to their shirts.
The two men had abandoned their table and were now standing at the bar a few feet away. Jason and the two men admired Steve who was not wearing boxers but rather navy-blue low-rise briefs. The bulge in the front was protruding enough to let Jason and the two men know Steve was more than half the way to a full hard-on.
"This looks interesting," one of the men said.
Steve and Jason turned to face their audience. "This is a dare of sorts. By the way, I'm Jason."
"I'm Tom," said the younger looking of the two men. "My friend here is Joe."
"So, you're daring each other to strip down?" Joe asked.
"Sort of," Steve said. "Would you care to join us?"
Tom and Joe exchanged glances. "I think we'll watch for a while," Tom replied for them.
"Suit yourself," Steve said. He turned back to Jason. "Your turn."
Jason looked at the two men now standing a few feet from him, openly staring at him. He felt his boxers tenting slightly and knew he would have a full-blown hard-on by the time his boxers reached the floor. He stood up this time, making sure it was obvious he was tenting out the front of his green plaid silk boxers, and slipped his thumbs inside the waistband. In a slow movement, he slid the boxers downward, making sure his cock was being pulled down so when it finally cleared the waistband of his boxers it would snap back and make a slapping sound when it hit his flat belly.
All three men stared at Jason's long hard cock as it pointed upward toward his stomach. He handed Steve his boxers. "Your turn."
The attention turned to the bartender, who was bulging out enough to have a raging boner in his briefs just begging to be released. He looped his thumbs in the waistband of his brief and tugged them down, his cock repeating the slapping sound Jason's had made when his boxers were removed. Tossing his briefs on top of Jason's boxers he smiled. "A deal's a deal." He poured Jason another drink.
"Now what?" Joe asked.
Steve turned to them again. "Oh, part of the deal was Jason would get free drinks if he drank in the nude."
"And Steve would serve me in the nude," Jason added.
"You mean all we need to do to get free drinks is get naked?" Joe asked.
Steve shook his head. "No. That was my deal with Jason. If you guys had joined us when I asked it would've been your deal as well."
"That's not fair," Tom said. "You didn't tell us about the free drinks."
"So, what more would we have to do to get free drinks?" Joe asked.
Steve smiled and leaned across the bar, conferring with Jason. He looked up at the two men anxious for free drinks. "We want to see you strip each other and kiss for five minutes."
"What?" Tom almost shrieked. "You want us to kiss?"
"To make out," Jason said. "Yeah. I'd like to see how far you'd go for free booze."
"No way," Tom said.
Joe grabbed his arm. "Wait a second. What kind of kiss?"
Jason grinned. "French. Full tongue in each other's mouths. Full making out, standing there, arms around each other, bodies pressed together, grinding your cocks together."
"You guys are nuts," Joe said. "We're not gay."
"I didn't say you had to be gay," Jason replied. "If you want free drinks, Steve and I want to see a naked make out show."
Joe looked at Tom and whispered something in his ear. Tom grinned and laughed. "Okay, if we put on a show for you, we get free drinks and we get to see you two make out lying on top of the bar."
Jason looked across the bar at Steve. He nodded. "You're on," Steve answered. Jason nodded to the two men again.
Tom looked at Joe. "Damn, man. They called our bluff. Do you wanna give this a try?"
Joe looked at his companion. "Marketing can be fun. Why not give it a shot. We're both far enough away from home and the bar is empty. Let's do it."
"But I'm not gay," Tom said.
"Neither am I but think of it as experimenting. If we don't like it, we get free drinks after ward and we tried something we might never have done back home." Joe reached for Tom's shirt and began tugging it out of his pants.
Tom allowed Joe to pull his shirt over his head revealing his pale smooth chest. He reached for Joe's shirt and pulled it over the shorter man's head. Joe's chest was covered with black stubble. He obviously had recently shaved.
"I've never done anything like this," Joe said.
Tom didn't say anything, he opened Joe's belt and zipper, and could tell Joe was getting a boner. He let the slacks drop to the floor. Joe then opened Tom's slacks and his cock was poking out the fly of his boxers. Joe pulled them down and stood up as Tom reciprocated pulling his boxer briefs down. Both men stepped out of their clothes and looked at Jason and Steve.
Jason nodded. Tom leaned in and kissed Joe his cock was rubbing just above Joe's. He squatted a bit and rubbed his cock against Joe's and Joe ground his cock back. They continued the show for far more than five minutes before they broke and looked at Steve. "How about some drinks, and then the two of you get up on the bar and make out," Tom said.
Steve and Jason each did a shot and climbed up on the bar. Jason knew exactly what he wanted to do with Steve. They kissed and Jason allowed Steve to lay on top of him, grinding his cock against Steve's, bucking his hips up. Tom and joe watched the two men as Jason began working his way down Steve's body and then to his cock. He flipped around took Steve's cock in his mouth and sucked it while the other two men watched. Steve moaned and shivered and enjoyed the feeling. Then finally he stopped Jason.
"Why don't I lock the doors and the four of us can experiment," he said, noting Tom and Joe's rock-hard cocks, and the fact the two men were watching them while stroking themselves.
Neither Tom nor Joe objected. When Steve returned from locking the doors, he found Both Tom and Joe on either side of Jason, and Jason taking turns kissing them and running his hands over their chests and groping their cocks. Tom stepped away first and approached Steve. Steve took the lead and kissed Tom and ground his cock against the stranger's. He licked his way down the 40-year old's lanky body and knelt before him and took his throbbing long cut cock in his mouth.
Meanwhile, Jason and Joe were lying on the bar in a sixty-nine position. Joe was shorter than Jason, but with that position height didn't matter. They were on their sides, balancing and sucking each other. Tom and Steve watched them for a second before Steve led Tom to a booth where he sat the lean man down and went to his knees between Tom's legs and took his long hard cock in his mouth. Jason and Joe swung off the bar and moved over to join them.
Joe immediately got on the floor and began sucking on Steve. Jason looked at Tom. Tom nodded for him to sit on the table next to Tom. Jason did, and Tom leaned down and took Jason's long cock into his mouth. The four men began experimenting with positions, and each other's cocks. Moving from table to floor and then taking turns and daisy chains, they each sucked the other three cocks. It didn't take much for Jason to convince Joe to let him fuck him.
He rubbed his hard and lubed cock against Joe's hole and Joe whimpered. "I've never done this before." Jason pulled back and lubed up his fingers and began finger fucking Joe. Tom and Steve watched for a few minutes and then Tom began playing with Steve's ass.
"Yeah, fuck me," Steve said.
Tom quickly got behind Steve and lubed his cock up and pressed into Steve. Joe watched them and forget what was happening to him until he felt the tip of Jason's long cock pushing against his ring of fire. He didn't know what was happening as it hurt like hell, but suddenly the pain vanished, and he felt pleasure as Jason slowly inched in. Inch by inch, he took deep breaths and clenched his teeth. Yes, the fire was soothing as Jason slowly thrust, in and out, in and out.
Jason marveled at how tight Tom's hole was. He realized Tom lied. Tom had done just what he was doing now, and he did it often. Not often enough to loosen him up too much, but enough for one who fucks around the way Jason fucks around to recognize another player. He thrust his hips in long slow movements and felt the cum building up. His balls tightened and he pulled out of the tight warm hole and grabbed his lubed cock and pumped it, spewing cum across Tom's ass and back. Tom shivered at the feeling and enjoyed being painted in the other man's cum.
"Oh yeah. Jerk me off," he said turning around. Jason grabbed Tom's cock and began pumping it while they both watched Joe fucking Steve. It took only a few moments and Tom felt his cock begin to pulse, and then erupt in streams of white-hot cum.
Joe was busy thrusting into the hot bartender's tight ass. Steve pushed his ass back on Joe's cock as Joe thrust forward, feeling Joe's balls slapping against his own. Jason and Tom watched the show with Joe reaching around Steve as he pumped his ass, grasping his cock and stroking him until Steve moaned. "Man, I'm gonna cum."
"That's the idea," Joe said. He ran his hand over the thick shaft and brushed his thumb over the bulbous tip. Steve shivered at the pleasure of having his cock roughly played with this way. As Joe thrust faster and hard Steve felt the cum building and he knew it wouldn't be much longer. Then Joe thrust just hard enough to hit that magic spot and Steve felt the cum shooting through his shaft and over the tabletop. Joe pulled out and pumped his own cock to an explosion over Steve's ass.
Jason came back to reality, remembering the night in the bar, and feeling his balls filled with cum begging to be emptied and his fist pounding, his balls bouncing hard against his ass and then he shot his load up his stomach and chest. He pumped his fist a few more times and lay his head back on the pillow. This is the way to start every morning, he thought.
Nifty needs their donations to provide these wonderful stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html