New Orleans bar backroom cajuncock
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It was a typical hot, muggy evening in New Orleans. Locals say that nights like this are good for man to man sex. Well, at least the gay ones say that. I'd spent the day at the university library preparing for the opening of school in a week. I was a late hire coming here only 2 weeks ago. The other faculty treated me coldly. One older female whispered that the stuffed shirts would open up after the first party drinks flowed at the dean's open house. I hoped she was right. Setting up a household in any new city is a chore. Being single meant that I had to struggle along with preparing to teach a freshman writing course.
I spent the first 2 days reviewing some of the essays submitted by the incoming freshmen. These were picked at random, not necessarily from the students in my classes. I could quickly tell which had been prepared by professional writing groups, hired hands. They were standard, formatted pieces. The ones that caught my attention were from the heart types. I saw some potential there. I also knew that most of them would not be English majors, only taking the course because it was required.
After getting a good insight into the student body I might be faced with, I decided on a slow approach. I had only one semester to bring them up to speed to meet the college level expected by the other faculty. Luckily, the classes were small, 15 to 18 students each. I had 4 of the 16 freshman classes. I'd received some imput from the other 3 teachers, veterans all. We'd met to set up the first 4 weeks of instruction. During that time students would go shopping for the easiest teachers.
The dean's party for new staff was set for the Friday before classes were due to start. Already the new students were flooding onto the campus. The party was to say the least, boring. The same speeches, the same cheese and drinks. I'm sure it was happening across the nation. After an hour, I managed to duck out. I headed back to my small apartment in the garden district. I was lucky that the place was only a short streetcar ride from the campus. I changed out of my sweat soaked clothes opting for a polo shirt and cargo shorts. I jumped on the streetcar and headed to the quarter. I knew that it would be a long night and I was prepared. My first stop was Miss Ruby's for a bowl of red beans and rice with smoked sausage. That would stave off being drunk too quickly. Then I made the rounds of the gay bars in the quarter. Most were not yet crowded. So I hopped on the streetcar heading uptown to the eagle. The upstairs bar was still closed so I sat nursing a beer downstairs. The crowd was mainly older men, all jovial types. Unlike other cities, the gay crowd was racially mixed, the city's reputation for that was well earned. I also noted that there were very few college aged boys out. I was thankful for that too. A little after nine the upstairs bar opened so I joined a number of men headed up there. I'd been here during my first week so I knew the routine. The upper bar was a no holes barred arena for sex play.
I moved to one of the few empty stools at the far end of the bar and ordered another beer. As I sipped the beer I noticed that one or two younger men came upstairs to explore. Few stayed since few stayed with the mostly older men. A tall cowboy type dressed in leathers came up to stand next to me. He said howdy in his best southern accent drawl. I nodded in recognition. Soon I felt his hand on my leg. I ignored it. He reached over to grab my hand and place it on his rear. He was naked except for the leather chaps and his leather vest. I slapped his exposed ass and he moaned. It was a truly sissy moan. I leaned in to whisper "A Dale Evens cowgirl type." He huffed and stomped off.
By this time the upstairs bar had a nice sized crowd with some men behind the waist high wooden walls on the side. I saw the cowboy/cowgirl bent over the low wall with an older man at his rear humping away. One of the young men came up and took the empty space next to me. His back was turned to me and I could clearly see the zipper up the back of his jeans with an ass crack waiting to be used. He wiggled his ass as he moved back closer to me. Who was I to deny him? Slowly, I pulled the zipper down and exposed his ass crack. My finger moved down the crack only to discover that he was lubed and hairless. My finger soon found his tight hole, rubbing around the moist hole. He moaned at the intruder but did not protest. I unzipped my shorts pulling out my stiff cock. I let it rest on the crack, not pushing. He moved back trying to capture my hardness. I pulled off my shirt and pulled him back against my naked chest. As he moved to rub my chest with his back, my cock found his hole slipping in effortlessly. He gave a soft yelp as I held his waist in place. I sat him on my lap whispering 'What's your name kid? Since my dick is already buried in your tight pussy. We should at least exchange names." He let out a breathy "Ron ,daddy." I humped once saying "Well Ron, I'm Jock, nice to meet you." He started to bounce on my lap. I whispered "Slow down, we've got plenty of time." I reached down and pulled out the vile of poppers from my pocket, flipped the top up and held it under his nose. He inhaled deeply as I continued speaking "The night is young yet and you'll have plenty more cocks in you before you sleep. I'm just preparing you for all those other men to use. Enjoy me for a while." I humped him a few more times before pulling him off my lap. I watched him walk away on unsteady legs and saw that the zipper was still down. I knew that my precum had prepared his hole for the many men that would use him that night.
Not bothering to put my cock away I turned to order another beer. Our little interaction had not gone unnoticed by the men around me. Leers and sly smiles were all around as others tried to figure a way to get to me. I turned my back to the bar, my stiff tool still on display. One by one the men came up to pay homage to my glory. They feigned to pick up an item from the floor as they kissed my cock. I soon grew bored and finished off the beer, stuffing my cock back in my shorts. I moved slowly around the bar heading for the stairs down. My still hard cock was obvious to the men I passed. I ordered bottled water and made my way out to the enclosed patio. I was soon not alone as others followed. I sat on a stool facing the entrance to the bar. The young boy from earlier came out with another young man. He moved to sit on my lap as his buddy blocked us from the view of others. He moved around his friend to kiss me as the other one bounced on my tool. I knew it was late and my balls were full. I figured since there was a boy on my cock I might as well unload. He seemed eager enough for it. As I neared the point of no return I grabbed his hips and pushed deeply moaning out his name, Ron. I felt my seed travel, push up and explode in his tight hole. We waited a while before he got down from my lap. His friend cleaned up my cock before tucking it back into my shorts. I looked at my watch. I had only five minutes to catch the last Rampart streetcar of the night. I told the 2 that it was late and that the last car would soon be leaving. They rushed out the door with me. We made it just as the driver was moving to his seat to depart. Back on Canal St, I offered to buy a bag of mini-burgers. They accepted, so I dashed into Krystal's and got a large bag. The St. Charles car was just loading when I returned. On the ride we shared the food and talked. I asked them about their school. Both were freshmen and ready for their first time away from parents. They were both 17. OPPS, I'd just fucked an underage college boy! They asked about my life. I told them that I'd just moved here to take on a new job. We parted at my stop and I wished them luck in their studies. Inside my mind I hoped that I'd never see them again.