I had only been at university for three months when I realised that I was running into trouble. Not trouble with my studies which were going well, nor trouble settling in and making friends. No. My trouble was purely financial, I was spending money on textbooks and food at a rate that could not continue for long, I had to get a part time job
I was speaking to a gay friend, Mark Longthorn about the possibility of getting a barman's job but he wasn't hopeful. "It's a shame that you aren't gay", he said, "cos I know that they want an experienced barman where I work at the "Discretion Club" and that pays fabulous money, two nights a week, ten hours at 15 pound an hour, and you can double that in tips. However, you are required to work naked apart from a little leather thong and thong sandals, you are bound to be propositioned by the customers, who will certainly make remarks of a very personal nature. But the big problem would be that you are certain to be groped every time you leave the bar area to collect glasses. Now a straight guy couldn't stand for guys grabbing his ass, feeling his cock and worse, even if those guys are big tippers. It's a great shame cos you would be perfect for the job, you have previous bar experience, you are slim, tall and really cute looking, the club members would really go for you in a big way."
I thought for a moment and replied, " What if they thought that I was gay, maybe I could tell them that I had a steady boyfriend, surely that would keep them off me." Mark laughed, "No chance, but it might just be possible to convince the manager, as long as you don't hit the first guy who tells you that you have a very fuckable butt or slides his hand up your legs as you are bent over a table wiping it down. I remembered my financial situation then asked Mark to have a word with the manager..
A week later I was stripped down to my little black leather thong behind the bar along with Mark. It was a Tuesday night and fairly quiet, about twenty members in , all well behaved. Of course some of them made remarks but I just smiled sweetly and thought about the money.
Saturday night , however , was a different kettle of fish. I was continually felt up every time I left the safety of the bar. Some loud car dealers in an alcove table actually held me down while one of them fingered my ass. Their leader then poked fifty quid into my thong , so I quickly controlled my boiling anger.
After I had been there about three months I got used to all the verbal and physical abuse, got on with the job, and counted the money coming in. Some nights I started to get quite horny after all the touching and had to wait to get back to my room on Campus before jerking off. It was on such a night that I had my experience with another guy. i was working with Mark when he noticed that I was more than a little hard under my thong, taking me out the back he pulled the thong down and started sucking my cock.
Now, a few months earlier I would have stopped him, but I just leaned against the wall while my kneeling friend swirled his tongue around my helmet whilst his fingers caressed my balls. After about ten minutes of this treatment, I shot loads of hot cum into my fellow barman's mouth. Unfortunately, whilst we had been involved, the number of people requiring drinks had risen, and one of the thuggish car dealers had seen Mark and I performing.
They called Mark over to their table and spoke to him. When he came back he was as white as a sheet. "They are threatening to tell the manager that we were having it off and they had to wait for their drink," he grimly said, " they have a lot of pull and the manager is sure to sack us. In return for their silence they want us to put out for them as soon as the club closes."
Sure enough as soon as the other customers left the club we were called over to their table. There were eight of them, all big guys, mostly in their 30s or 40s. Mark was bent over one side of the table and I was bent over the other. I saw one of the guys rip Mark's thong off , lube his ass , then drop his own trousers and pants. The crowd counted down Three....two... one. and a large cock was rammed into My fellow barman's bottom. No sooner had Mark been impaled up the ass when another erect cock was forced between his lips.
I knew that I would be next and sure enough I was soon to feel fingers coated with a cool lube delve into my virgin ass hole. "This guys real tight" said my assailant, " I think that he is still cherry." With that a great whoop went up, and I felt a large cock forcing it's way between my ass cheeks. I thought that i would be torn as the cock passed through my rosebud, only stopping when the guy's balls pressed firmly against my butt cheeks.
He then started to fuck me with long, powerful strokes, while at the other end someone held my nose until I was forced to open my mouth. Like my friend Mark I was getting it from both ends, The thrusts from the cock up my ass forcing me to swallow more of the cock in my mouth. I had never been so frightened , but at the same time so excited in some perverted way.
I cannot tell you just how many guys fucked me or how many cocks I was forced to suck, all I know is that our ordeal started shortly after midnight and finished about two in the morning. We managed to clean ourselves up but there was still a trickle of cum leaking out of our much abused asses, and my mouth tasted of cock juice for days afterwards, despite cleaning my teeth almost constantly.
That could have turned me off sex for good , but it didn't. Mark and I who had always been mates became lovers. Mark said that he wanted to show me the gentle side of guy on guy lovemaking, and he did. One thing I didn't have to pretend to be gay anymore.