I love teasing guys. I'm a skinny guy in college with long hair, and while I could have fun with the college dating scene, I get off going to bars where more mature gay guys hang out. I am not really attracted to them- when I bottom it is for punks, goths, and sissies- but I love how much they love my body. I sit there, in tight jeans and a silk shirt with a few buttons undone, and I feel their hands. The boldest guys come up to me and reach for my bulge. I let them, but I never touch them back. Sometimes I even let them take my cock out and play with it, as long as the bartender doesn't mind. (And since I let him suck me off one night, he is pretty cool about letting guys go far with me.)
When I shoot my load, in my pants usually or in their hands sometimes or even in a few lucky mouths I get up and leave. That's it.
One night it was not too different than any other and I was in the bar. Some guy had actually taken his dick out and wanted me to touch it. Gross. I let him rub it on my jeans but told him he had better not cum on them. But he kept begging. I got up to leave. A tough looking daddy type was watching us, and he came over. He told the troll to cool off. Then he bought me a drink and asked me to sit back down. (I never got carded and I never paid for drinks since I started coming here- so much better than college bars!)
We talked, and he kept buying beers. All the time guys were walking by, and i could feel them brush against my ass, or run their fingers through my hair. I knew he was trying to get me drunk, but I had a strong tolerance. I did not have a strong bladder though, and after a bit I went to go take a piss.
When I was done I felt strong hands on my waist. I looked into the dirty bathroom mirror and saw the guy who had been buying my drinks behind me. What the hell? He had been nice, if he wanted a feel then fine. I wiggled my ass against his crotch playfully (old dudes loved this) and finished washing my hands.
But then his hands tightened. He pushed my towards a stall.
"what the fuck dude?"
Still behind me, he leaned in. I could feel his rough stubble on my ear and cheek as he whispered. "Youve been coming in here as a cock tease for three months. I have watched you collecting drinks and being felt up, like some prize princess. But you're just a faggot, and you have to accept it"
He pushed me up against the stall wall. A guy came in to piss and didn't bat an eye. I knew I had been in here before and seen men having sex, so I guess it wasn't that crazy. My man's hands went between my legs, pushing the denim into my ass as he rubbed.
"listen you cocktease. If you want me to stop you can just walk on out of here, but then don't come back. Ever."
He let go of me. "Go on dude, get back to the campus bars".
I didn't move.
He leaned back into me. "This is where you can stop it, get out of here if you want"
I pushed my ass out against his crotch. I swallowed hard and then started to shake my ass against him.
"I knew you were a faggot" he hissed. He pulled my hair back, and kissed my neck roughly. Then I felt his hands go to my fly, snapping it open and pulling my jeans down. I looked over to the sinks, and saw a guy washing up and looking at us in the mirror. The same gross guy who had wanted me to touch his erection an hour ago. Not only was I about to get fucked by this old guy, but I had an audience.
I heard my pants fall to the floor, the belt and wallet chain clinking. I heard another zipper, and then I felt his angry hot cockhead against my ass. I spread my legs wider for him, and leaned against the stall and pushed back my ass.
I heard him spit and felt it land on my butt. Then I felt him between me, pushing up and against my asshole. I heard another zipper and saw the old dude had his dick out now, and was pumping it.
It turned away and looked at the graffiti covered wall. I gasped as he entered me. He wasnt gentle, but he seemed careful enough not to cause lasting damage. Thankfully his dick was skinny, and it went in without too much force.
I heard the door open again. And another fly get unzipped. But no pissing. The audience was growing. I thought of all the guys I teased, and wondered how many were here tonight to watch me get violated. I imagined myself on the filthy floor, their dicks rubbing against my face and in my hair, their greasy cum shooting all over me, stinging my eyes and tangling my hair. That only happens in porn stories I told myself, as I adjusted to the rhythm of the guy pumping me. This was real.
The other thing that was real was my own hardon. I felt it oozing precum against the stall as I was being fucked. I heard the sounds of guys jacking off, and I felt the man behind me pulling my hair and reaching around and inside my shirt to pinch my nipples.
Then I heard the other voices: "fuck him. Fuck him for me." "give it to him" "make him moan" (I moaned)
I started to jack my dick furiously, but he grabbed my arm and held me back. "not this way fag" he said, gasping for breath as he kept up the high speed pounding of my ass.
Then he leaded against me, hard. My face flattened against the stall, and through blurry vision I saw at least four guys jacking off, watching us.
I felt the flood up sperm in my asshole, and his slick dick slowed, and then stopped pumping me. He pulled out, and I felt cum running down my legs. He pulled me back by my hair. I heard him catching his breath, and he motioned to one of the men. It was the old guy who had wanted me to touch him. I was still grossed out by him. But when he walked over to me, he got next to me, and leaned against the stall.
Then I felt the big man's arms around my waist. "you haven't cum yet. But I know you need it" he cruelly touched by aching boner, giving it a twist and a squeeze. "Larry here needs it too. Since you like fucking with guys- fuck him now"
This was more humiliating than being taken by the big man. There at least I could just relax and enjoy his dick. Now I had a gross old dude with his pants around his ankles waggling his ass at me in a dirty mens room in a sleazy gay bar.
But even though mentally I was disgusted, physically I was excited. My dick was hard and I did need to get off. I had cum oozing out of my ass and running down my leg.
I got behind Larry, and lined my dick up. He reached behind and spread his cheeks open for me. I could see a tangle of dark hair hiding his asshole, and knew I would have to feel my way.
Thankfully Larry was a slut. His ass was loose and my seven inches slid in easily, smoothly, and without any resistance. This guy had been putting out for 30 years or more, and I could tell. I started fucking him, and he hungrily thrust his ass back against me.
"yeah, look at pretty boy. Flirting all night and then we find him with his ass up the biggest homo in the place". It was the big man, looking at us and pumping his flaccid dick. I wondered if he would lick his hand and taste my ass?
"fuck me pretty boy" said Larry. "Show me how much you crave ass"
I was getting turned on, and I fucked him harder. He just took it, wanting more. I wanted to fuck him hard, fuck him and maybe even hurt him, but his ass was just so used that it opened easily, no matter how hard I pumped. I felt myself working up a sweat, trying to get friction and get off.
"Pretty boy likes fucking old men. Look how hard he is working"
I was almost out of breath, and then I felt hands probing my asshole as I pumped.
"Pretty boy needs a hand, little faggot can't get off unless he is touched."
The man behind me slid a finger up my cum filled ass, while pressing another finger against the base of my balls. That brought me over the edge, and I came up Larry's ass as I gasped for breath.
I heard another moan, and saw one of the men jerking off shoot his jism on the floor.
I pulled out, and Larry's ass let out a loose farting noise, and even in the dim light I could see a big blob of my cum shoot out. It just missed my boots as it hit the floor.
I reached down to pull up my pants, and saw fresh jizz on the stall. I guess Larry got off too. I heard the bathroom door open, and the other men left without a word. Even the big guy who had fucked me. Larry turned to me, and blew a kiss as he did up his pants.
"Come back any time sweetie"
I walked out of the bathroom, and wondered how many men in the bar had seen me getting fucked, and fucking Larry. I wondered if I was still desirable to them, or if I was gradually becoming one of them. As I walked back to my dorm on campus, alone with these thoughts, I could feel the cum ooze out of my ass, and out of my dick. I knew the answer, and knew I would be back up against the bathroom stall again.
Soon.
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