Cajuncock
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It was to be a gay St. Patrick's day party. Jeff the bar owner had talked us into ordering and wearing Irish kilts. It was all set. Since it fell on a slow Friday, all the other bars in the neighborhood would be holding parties. Some had even hired fiddlers to liven up the streets.
We were to meet at Jeff's bar for a shot at sunset. He laid out snacks and we all checked our clothing and donned our kilts, going commando the traditional way Irish men wore kilts. At 8PM a gong sounded to notify us that the street party had started. We were outside in a minute joining hundreds of other men and women in kilts drinking green beer and dancing to the music. As a few of the younger straight boys twirled in their kilts I got a nice view of many a bare ass. We drank and danced. Some of the other bar owners had set up outdoor stands to sell the green tinted beer. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves.
Just as the party got into full swing a clap of thunder signaled the approach of a storm. Jeff signaled us with a horn to move back into the bar. Once inside, the crowd now a mix of gay and straight men were treated to snacks and shots of Irish whiskey. Drinks flowed accompanied by Irish music. An hour passed and no one noticed that the doors had been locked to outsiders. All the gay and straight men seemed to be getting along, joking and singing. Jeff announced that it was now time to see whom of the crowd were truly wearing their kilts correctly. Everyone was told to line up at the bar and bare their asses. Jeff went down the line smacking on the mostly bare asses. The few who dared to wear anything under the kilts were pulled aside. We were told that the situation had to be corrected by the true believers. Since by this point everyone was pretty drunk we all bounced on the guilty men. Soon, under garments were flying around the room, handed from one man to another. It was all in good fun fueled by alcohol. I did notice that quite a few of the so-called straight boys were sporting wood that tented the front of their kilts.
Not being shy, I stood talking to the handsome straight guy standing next to me at the bar. He mentioned that some of his buddies were apparently enjoying themselves from the looks of the tents in their kilts. I asked, "And how about you?" He turned to me to display his own excitement. I smiled saying "What happens here on St. Paddy's day stays here. So enjoy yourself and do what you feel like doing." He reached out and moved his hand slowly up my naked thigh to my balls. I moaned and hissed at the touch. He leaned in whispering "Am I allowed to really enjoy?" I just nodded my approval. His other hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me into a liquored kiss. Our tongues battled each other as my arms held him close. I looked over his shoulder to see that other men had surrendered to their drink infused lust.
My new friend whispered "You are a very handsome Irishman in your kilt. I wonder if the man inside it would like to play? I noticed that we're now locked in and our friendly host is busy at the backside of his young, hunky bartender. So can I add my hard Irish cock to your soft insides?" I just moaned a soft "Yes." He turned me around to face the bar where I saw Jeff pumping on the young bartender's raised kilted ass. I felt my new straight friend spit on my hole rubbing it around my entrance with the tip of his cock. I grabbed one of the bottles of poppers that Jeff had placed on the bar and took a deep hit to prepare myself for the soon to be invasion. My friend kissed my neck as he eased into my welcoming tunnel. He whispered "You're so tight. Better than any pussy I've had. I could get used to this."
All around us men were busy enjoying each other. I was sure that many a straight man found a new set of pleasures that night.
My kilt, along with many others were soon thrown aside as men exorcised their demons on and in the bodies of new partners. Jeff meanwhile had moved his hunky bartender to rest on the empty sink. His young ass was being rimmed by one of the regulars while Jeff, sitting on the bar fed his cock to the young hunk. Men were laying across bar stools getting used by multiple partners. For many of the young straight college boys this night would be their introduction to a new world.
I was being used by my new fuck buddy who proclaimed loudly that I had the tightest pussy he's ever had. He used me in every possible position. Jeff had managed to move his hunky bartender on to the top of the beer cooler. The boy's ass was available to anyone. Jeff occupied the boy's mouth with his very large cock. A regular customer was busy rimming the moaning boy's hole. All holes and mouths were being well used. There were no onlookers, only participants.
The long night was only broken when we rested to recharge our balls with cum. My new buddy seemed to never run out. His cock remained hard all night. He did insist that I save my own load for his hole. I must admit that it was a thrill knowing that I probably was the first for him. I took his straight boy cherry as I drove him near another climax. After he told me that he'd long wondered about his ass being fucked. But he never thought he'd enjoy it as much. He told me that I'd touched a place that set him off. He did ask me if I might like to go on a date and maybe have him again.
At 3AM we were outside the bar. My new friend said "I'm Rick by the way and I meant what I said about seeing you," I introduced myself, saying "Jake here." He handed me his cell asking "Maybe the next time it could be just the two of us?" I ended my name and number with a smiley face. He whispered "Yes, just the two of us. I feel you can teach me a lot."