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Straight Bars # 15: Boys At Play
Just so happens that I'm now sitting in a hotel outside Atlantic City and getting in some relaxation (and, of course, a bit of fun' on the side). And, although I am having some of that fun' myself, I just witnessed a `fun time for all' that I thought I should relate.
Yes this one is a change... it's not me that's involved; but I hope you still enjoy what I watched and ... so okay... I did... I pounded it out and left my own marks on the partition wall as I watched!!! (Does that qualify me for a `perv' pin???)
I had stopped in for a beer at a bar/tavern/grill/whatever on the road into AC. It seemed immediately to be a `friendly, locals bar'. The "U" shape could probably seat 40 people and there had to be at least 20 there at the time. I had two off-duty waitresses from one of the casinos on my right, who just didn't shut up; and a rather attractive but non-talkative guy of about 50 on my left.
However, across the bar from me was a just down-right gorgeous young guy. I guess he was about 25-30, wearing a dark blue baseball cap over what I could see was fairly short blonde hair. His eyes were like blue crystals, shining with their own light in the dim bar area. His facial skin was smooth like the proverbial baby's bottom, and when he smiled (with what was likely a $2500 orthodontic perfection) .. you finally saw that damned dimple in his left cheek!!! Oh, good lord!!! To be 35 years younger !!!!
He had nicely broad shoulders inside his white polo shirt with the thin grey and blue horizontal stripes, and the biceps protruding from the sleeves attested to his doing some sports and body building. The arms glowed with the blonde aura of some hair and you could see the strength in them.
All in all ... if he were older, or I were younger, I'd have dragged him out the door and had my way with him -- in about 45 seconds !!!!
His smile just lit up the whole area and it told volumes about him and what a really nice guy he just had to be. Nothing phony, nothing contrived... just youthful wonderment.
As I was looking across at him (yeah .. while I was "perving"!!!) ... another young fellow came in. This one was definitely a `contrast'. He was quite thin and dark haired -- with a buzz-cut bordering on shaved. What I noticed first about him was the tight musculature of his face, his tightened jaw, and his prominent adam's apple. He was considerably thinner and shorter than the other guy, as he came in and sat down next to him, but had a smile that almost equaled his buddy's.
Thin and wiry as I saw him, my mind filled in the old saying "lean, mean, fucking machine!"
It was obvious then that they knew each other, when they did a mutual shoulder slap and bent their heads nearly together.
With nothing much else to do as I sipped my beer -- other than listen to the two waitresses complain about their tips, or do a quick sideways scope of the still-silent guy on my left -- I watched the two "young'ns" as they chatted.
What I saw made it clear... the new arrival was soooo into the other. His whole demeanor spoke volumes. He was always leaning in and holding the other guy on his arm -- almost stroking it.
For being in a "straight bar", there was definitely something not-so-straight going on between those two. I don't think it would have been obvious to most of the patrons, but c'mon... I got that `extra' perception.
...and the gorgeous one in the baseball cap... he wasn't shrugging it off or backing away to make distance'. There was, however, some body language there that made it fairly clear that this was not a couple' ... that there was some mutual acceptance, but some bit of hesitancy.
After about 15 to 20 minutes, baseball-cap blondie got up and went outside -- for no more than a minute -- and then came back in and went into the men's room.
About a minute later, lean-and-mean got up and went into the men's room.
My only reaction was "Holy, shit !!! they're gonna meet (meat?) in there !!!"
After another (long) minute, I just had to check it out.
Ordering a refill (a time when many guys go to the john), I got up and went to "relieve myself". When I went into the men's room, I found that it had two urinals on one wall and two toilet cubicles at the far end. ...and no one was in there!! ... oh yeah!!! Nobody at home !!!! Bending over a bit, I could see a pair of shoes in one of the cubes, facing forward as though someone was on the stool, so I flushed and ran some water, and then opened the door as though I were leaving, but stayed back quietly.
Yeah... I know... that's tacky...or nasty... or whatever... sure the guys wanted to be alone, but c'mon... it's a public place !!! and would you want to pass up such an opportunity? (if you're reading this story on Nifty, you ain't no damned angel !!!)
So there I was in the corner, trying to not make breathing sounds, while my cock was already starting to try and push it's way out of my zipper. I could hear the rushing heart beat in my ears, and I reached down and stroked "junior" through my jeans.
"Okay...so suck it," I heard whispered as I also heard the sound of some `extra' feet settling back on the floor.
Looking down there now I could see two pair of feet. One still facing forward as before, but another, slightly larger pair facing inward between the others.
"Mmmmfff" was the next sound I heard, followed by an "Oh...yeahhhhh!!!", and then a definite slurping sound.
No doubt about it. Someone was getting his cock well attended to -- and I had no doubts as to who was giving and who was receiving.
You gotta give credit to whomever invented them and whomever first called them "sneakers" ... cause I sneaked' across to the far, open, cubicle and managed to climb up on the stool and look over the partition.
And there they were. In exactly the positions you have now imagined.
Now some guys tend to lean their heads back and look upward during a blow-job, while others tend to lean forward and look down.
Luckily, the hot, blonde stud was holding onto wiry guy's head and looking down. But what I could see was a `monster cock' (at least 8 inches) being swallowed over and over while a very respectable 7 uncut inches was standing up from the sitting one's lap as he stroked it.
About then, my knee buckled and hit the partition. Awwww fuck!!!!!
Both of the young'ns looked up and saw me peering over the edge of the partition. It was two deer in the headlights!!!
Somehow, I managed to stay in some level of control and just whispered down to them, "Hey, guys... I've seen what you're doing... nothings gonna change... don't stop now."
Baseball-cap picked it up right away. "He's right," he said, "so suck it!!" and he just pushed his cock back into wiry-guy's mouth.
This time, as I watched, they got back into a smooth rhythm -- as did I.
"Oh, yeah... jeeze.." I heard. "Next time I'm gonna fuck your tight ass, you know!"
"Mmmmmfff" was the best reply that could be made under the circumstances.
As they kept that motion going... I was watching the big cock as it went in and out .. and also watching the hand that was pounding on the other as it pulled the foreskin back and forth over the now almost purple glans.
Things were moving faster. In-and-out...up-and-down... and my own hand was almost flying over my 6.5 cut inches.
Breathing was getting audible and ragged.
"Oh, fuck, yeah!!! Oh.. fuck... oh... shit... Oh... fuck ..." I heard, and I knew that blondie was about to shoot some serious nut-juice into the shitter-sitter.
As I heard one more "Awwwwww, fuckkkkkkkk!!!" I watched him slam his cock into those pursed lips pubic deep and begin to shake and swivel. His buddy was slurping and swallowing to beat hell and I saw a volley of white syrup eject from his half-covered cock-head and fall back over his cock and hand.
With that, I damned near fell off the pedestal where I was, as my own orgasm hit and painted the partition wall with probably the biggest volume of cum I have shot out in the last 15 years !!!!
It took a few moments before we all started to recover and I was the first one `out'. As they finally emerged from their own cubicle, I just said "thanks. That was great!!" then I added, "I have a place near here if you'd be interested in a bit more private setting."
They looked at each other .. then wiry-guy said "hey...that sounds good.." Hot-blonde-stuff just nodded his head affirmatively.
So I gave them my cell number and email address... And just started to hope.
Hey, guys... this was a bit different from my usual stories. Hope you enjoyed. I you did, please write to let me know. If you didn't, feel free to tell me that too (just be nice about it). you can reach me at cnjshore@aol.com