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Straight Bars XIV (14) : Sometimes dreams do come (cum?) true
First of all ... I really gotta tell ya'. Gay bars are great for those 22-26 and buff... but for a mature' guy in his 50's ... they are hell !!!! everyone there is in competition and trying to see who they can take home -- the younger, the tighter, the better equipped... So for us not-so-well-built, not-so-young, and sometimes not so well-equipped ... there's a lot more out there in the straight bars, just waiting to find a teacher' or student'...
And believe me when I say that they are there !!!!!!
So, here I was .. back in one of my old haunts' ... the tradesmen's bar ... lots of construction guys, a few pipefitters, and some landscapers. You've just gotta believe there are some hunks' in that crowd !!!
Next to me on my right was an older guy like me -- maybe in his 50's, but not that `well worn'; while on my left was a guy about 40-45 that I've seen before and always liked the way he sits back and lets his package be seen. ...and, of course, I did check it out a few times with the idea that ... Well, maybe...
Then I looked across the bar and saw something that made me stop breathing for a minute.
There he was ... about 6'2"...thin...well, really not that "thin"...but very nicely proportioned.
Broad shoulders capped a nicely sculpted chest in a tight t-shirt. Big biceps filled the sleeves to the point of a little stretch, and very strong-looking forearms were covered with a nice thatch of dark hair.
He was wearing a knit cap like so many younger guys do now with the cuff' folded down to cover his forehead and ears. His face was strong and had one of those thin sideburn things (the quarter-inch-wide beard so popular with latin guys), but coming across his chin to a full stache and goatee.
Even with the hair on his chin you could see the cleft there. Oh, boy... a real Robert Mitchum (to those of us who used to lust after that over-the-top, masculine guy). His eyes were dark and peered out from under the ribbed bottom of the cap that nearly covered his eyebrows. I was already starting to feel the throb in my jeans.
The hands were wide from the wrist, and you could see their muscular tendons from across the bar. I could barely make them out, but the nail beds appeared to be wide and deep and well cared-for.
What surprised me most was that when I looked up, his eyes were dead-set on mine!!
Awwww, fuck!!!! I've been caught! I'm busted!!! Was all I could think.
Then he smiled.
No! No! ... that doesn't happen. And certainly not with an `old guy' like me, but I felt the edges of my lips start to curl upwards in response.
Then I noticed. That dimple in his left cheek. Just how "cute" can he get ??!?! Ohh, shit!!!! That's overkill!!!
I looked down .. and then up at the tv screen hanging from the ceiling in front of me.
"No! No! ... that doesn't happen." Went through my mind again as I tried to ignore what my cock was trying desperately to un-ignore!
As I watched the moto-cross endurance race (or at least tried to), I periodically looked across the bar to his face ... and there he was ... looking directly at me. I immediately looked away. C'mon ... what would you have done????
About that time Mother Nature "called" ... and as often as I hold off until something I might like to see goes in first, I just got up and headed to the men's room.
As I was relieving my bladder, the door opened, and -- yes, guess who -- he walked in and took up the urinal next to me.
Now anyone who has read a few of the stories in this series knows... there are only two urinals in there, side-by-side, without any shielding. So when he stood next to me, he stood back a bit and, standing to my right, he put his left hand in his jeans pocket and held his prize in his right hand, making sure it was quite `in view'.
What I saw was about 4 inches of nice, soft cock that was beginning to plump a bit. It was also uncut and the skin was only about half over the head so the tip and the slit were in full view.
As I watched, it grew a bit more and then a shiny drop of nectar popped through the slit and reflected the light like a small diamond at the tip.
My own cock was now starting to grow and in about 3 seconds was at max `up' and starting to leak it's own juice.
"Why?" I managed to gurgle.
"I like a guy who's not in a hurry. I like an older guy who wants to make things last and enjoy more than just a quick shot."
"But there are a lot of guys in here that fit that bill," I said, cautiously.
"Yeah!" he responded. But somehow you caught my eye. There is something about you that makes me feel like we could have `real pleasure' together."
"Look. I gotta be honest. I'd give up two weeks pay (if I were still working) to spend some time with you. You're fucking gorgeous!! But you know that."
"Naahhh... Yeah... I'm pretty nice, I've been told... but ... what I hope is that you like it."
"You are the guy I picked on tonight."
"I'm sorry ... but I'm still a bit unsure.. or taken aback...or whatever other term you can come up with for the situation... to me ... it's still `beauty and the beast'.
"Then I'll call you `Belle'," he said as he picked up on the parallel.
"No .. no.. no .. no ... You're Belle... I'm `the beast' ", I countered.
"Whatever," he responded, still looking me eye-to-eye.
About then I heard the `thump' as someone started to open the door into the men's room.
Turning slightly as I packed away my parts, I reached up with my right fist and gave him a shot to his left tricep. "Y'all come on over later -- we'll have some beers in the cooler." (implying a multiple set versus a single one-to-one).
As I moved away from the urinal, the new guy moved in to take my place and I turned to the sink and washed and dried my hands.
When I left the men's room, I went back to my stool and sat for a minute. When young-and-gorgeous came out, I got up and walked out the side door. It was only a minute or so later that he came out.
"Where?" he asked.
I told him where my house is, then went back inside to finish my beer and leave my tip, covered the glass with the napkin (signaling `the end'), and went out to my car.
I was home about 5 minutes when a Toyota Tundra pulled into my driveway. Yeah!! What else !?!?! ..and I watched as he walked up to my front deck and knocked on the door.
"Where's your partner?" I asked as I opened the front door.
"Unnnn... Whaaaa?" he sort of stammered.
"I thought you missionaries always travelled in pairs," I added...
"Oh... you got me ... but I do have some missionary positions in mind.." he added.
As he walked in, he reached over and he closed the door behind him. Oh, yes!! A really `take charge' kinda guy.
On the other hand.. I did just happen to have my remote "help me" alarm in my pocket. So it's not a lose-too-far situation. I can only hope that it becomes a winnnn-winnnn before the night is over.
...yes.. this is real life ... and it has both it's good sides and it's not-so-good sides ... Let's be ready for whatever...
As he started walking over toward me, he pulled his knit cap off and I first saw the rich, dark-brown curls of his hair. All I knew is that before the night was over, I'd have my fingers combing into those delicious tresses...and I've also have them grabbing hold of those tightly-back ears and pulling them into my mouth and tongue range.
"Are you half as nice as you appear to be?" he asked, as he reached out and took me up against him.
"Maybe twice as nice," I countered as I folded myself against his lithe body.
I could feel a very nice and very hard cock rubbing into my groin. I knew that he was definitely ready to go a bit further.
"You do like the bottom, don't you?" he actually stated more than asked.
"I guess so... but how did you know?" I asked.
"My so-called `gay-dar' ... it seems to be very sensitive and even selective to position," he added.
"When I first looked across the bar and saw you, I saw you checking me out...and that added to my own perceptions...and I decided you would like me to dick you. Am I wrong?"
"No... not at all... I would love to feel you drive that baby into me. Just... I'm not sure how big it is ...and if I can really handle it."
With that he stood back, unbuckled his belt and dropped his jeans along with his boxers.
WOW!!!! Was that a nice piece of man meat !!!! No.. it wasn't porno-star stuff ... nowhere near 9 or 10 inches... But a very comfortable 7-8. By now the foreskin was tightly ensconced under the corona of his fiery red, slick, and smooth glans.
One look at that beauty, and I was down on my knees and had it butting against the back of my throat. If there was ever a cock that just begged to be eaten, it was already in my mouth!!!!
He moaned and his whole body just vibrated with shaking.
I reached up with my right hand and grabbed his loose hanging balls, wrapping my forefinger and thumb around the top of the scrotum and pulling them down.
"Awwww...Fuckkkkk!!!" he shouted. "Awwwww, yessss! I knew you'd know what to do!!!"
As I sucked and pulled and twisted he began to dance.
"Ohhhhhhh, babbbbbyyyyyyy... Ohhhhhhh shitttttttttt... that's sooooo good!!"
By now, somehow, I had him into my throat. I've never been good at deep-throats, but here he was ..and here it was... and OMG!!!! It was soooooo nice !!!
"Noooooooo," he started to croon... "Noooooooo... not in there... I want your ass!" he proclaimed.
My hands were firmly planted on his tight ass cheeks. Damn!!! Those babies were hard and tight !!!!
Pulling away only enough to make nearly verbal sounds... I said "NO!!!" and shoved my face forward as I deep-throated his wonderfully throbbing member. Backing away again, I added: "Next time! You're young. You can do it!!" and then went back to the root and felt his pubes against my nose.
Taking a few deep breaths, I smelled his incredibly masculine musk and just went wild. I wanted him to feel sooooooo good... I wanted to eat his balls, but I just couldn't relinquish that rigid manhood that was leaking juice onto my tongue in a steady stream.
I pulled again on his balls and drove his cock in until I was hardly able to breath through his bush... and as I sucked and tongued his frenulum... he pushed his hips forward -- and with a loud moan/screech/shout he started to shoot a load that would do well for a guy that hadn't cum in sixteen years !!!
I tried to swallow...but there are limits!!! Within a half-minute there was cum everywhere.. it was in my mouth, down my throat, coming out of my nose... all over his bush...running down his balls.
There wasn't anything audible for about two minutes. Then I heard him mumble, "Holy, fuck!!!! That was unbelievable!!!"
Somehow, I managed to get enough brain cells to work in unison to add, "...and the main event is still to cum!"
"You're joking," he managed to get out.
"NO!!" I responded. You still gotta fuck me!!! That was the deal."
"Oh... guess you got me there... But you gotta give me some time... gimme a break."
"Sure... you got that unless you have an appointment somewhere in the next half-hour!! ... but you don't leave here before you fill my ass with that delicious cock and it's breedin' batter."
With that I rolled onto my right side and he moved in to spoon me with his wet, spent cock just riding into my asscrack.
...
It was after a couple hours of rest when my eyes opened and I saw that it was dark out...and also noticed that there was a nice, hard, warm, object in between my thighs and poking near to my pucker.
Nearly immediately I recalled what was there and pictured it in my mind .. and all I could imagine was that beautiful uncut cock with the juice-slickend head peeking out from the half-covering of foreskin.
Reaching between my legs, I felt the tip and pushed it against my rosebud. Oh, joy!!! It just moved forward and slipped right in.
The next thing I knew, there was a firm hand on my shoulder and that rod was sliding ever so much deeper into me.
As I felt that brown bear bush tickle my ass cheeks, I just pushed back and said "Yeah.. fuck me, baby... Fuck me!"
...and "fuck me" he did!!! At first it was slow and deep and with feeling, but as time went on... it got harder and much more deliberate.
By now I was flattened onto my stomach and he was behind and on top of me and driving that spike deeper and harder and harder and deeper...
I was moaning in ecstacy!! He was gutterally grunting and making noises with a few words like "yeah!!! Feel that fuckstick driving into your guts!!! Yeah, babe... you're getting what you want!!!! I'm gonna breed your ass, baby!!! I'm gonna fuckin' shoot a load up in there that may just shoot out your fuckin' nose!!!"
As he pounded me, I could feel his swollen glans as it rode back and forth over my internal nut. I quit just leaking'... I was now pouring out' quarts of those juices.
I was tossing my ass back onto him like a two-bit whore!!! I was being sooooo fucked and sooooo happy about that...
"Oh, yeah, baby ... fuck me!!! Pound me!!! Let me feel that big cock driving in and out of me!!! Let me feel that wonderful cock lose its load up my guts!!!! Shoot it up there!!! C'mon...breed me, baby!!! I want that juice ... gimme that load!!! Awwww, fuck...let me feel that white batter paint my insides!! NOW!!!!! NOW!!!! C'mon .. fill me now !!! pump it up me!!!! Let me feel that warm cock juice!!!! Yeah!! Grab me!! Hold me!!! Plow that baby up into me ...and just let it go!!! Yeah!! Now!!! Now!! Do it, babe!! Fill me up ... let me feel you empty your balls !!! NOW!!!!"
...and that's when he grabbed my shoulders, pulled me down, drove his cock in to the hilt and all I felt was throb after throb as he emptied his reservoirs totally into my mancunt.
It took a few minutes for `recovery' ... but he didn't get up and run. He just gripped my shoulder, pulled me half over, kissed my cheek, and said ..."later"...
Hope you enjoyed this story ... if you did, let me know cnhshore9@aol.com ... if you didn't.. I'm open to `constructive criticism' ... (that means flames will be extinguished)