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Straight Bars - Chapter 18
Well, I know, all stories have to start somewhere...and, then, of course, we hope they go somewhere as well. Only I'm really not sure just where this one started - or where it may eventually end - but, hope you enjoy 'the ride'.
I don't often go to this particular 'family restaurant and bar', but I chose to go there tonight. No real reason, I just needed a change in menu -- but they do happen to have two, side-by-side, un-shielded, urinals , where you might just 'get lucky'.
Most often when I've been there before, the hot guy that I "follow in" has either gone into one of the toilet stalls, or is turned in a manner at one of the urinals. that there is no chance of a 'view'. Yeah, I'm a 'meat gazer'. Hell, if it's out there in public, why shouldn't I? I've been doing it as long as I can remember - and I remember back to when I was maybe 7 or 8 years old. I've always had a great interest in the male organ. There are so many sizes and shapes. It's not like looking at a female's frontal view. Sure there are all sorts of bushes, all colors, trimmed and not, etc., but the male view offers so much to see and so much more to choose from.
This night it turned out a bit different.
There I was at the bar, sipping my "lite pint" and waiting for my steak and garlic potatoes, when I saw a really hot dad over on the other side in a booth (yeah, there with a wife and two pre-adolescent kids), as he got up and headed to the john.
It didn't take me long to hop off my stool and head the same direction.
When I walked into the men's room, I saw him standing at the right side urinal, so I immediately went for the left one.
As I moved into place and pulled my cock out, hoping I'd be able to conjure up a bit of a piss, I looked over to the guy on my right.
He was happily pissing a major stream and seemed to be totally oblivious to the fact that I was standing next to him. It was a 'dream come true' to me ... there he was... his absolutely 'classic' cock was there in full view. It was 3-4 or so inches of typically cut, soft-but-full, meat with a beautiful mushroom, flared, head.
Of course, I immediately wondered if it was "show-er" or "grower".
I couldn't NOT look! So I did.
"You like?" he suddenly asked me.
"Oh, shit!!!!! I'm soooo busted!!!" I thought.
"Hunh?" I managed to mutter.
Totally unbothered by it, he continued, "I've got excellent peripheral vision. And I asked if 'You like' .... "You sure seem to the way you are looking at it," he added.
"Then reach over and feel it," he stated flatly.
"Hunh?" I finally managed to re-mutter.
"I said 'reach over and feel it'," he repeated.
I looked over and saw the warmest, deepest, brown eyes that I think I ever encountered.
"Yes, reach over," he again repeated, as he lifted it and I watched it start to fill out.
In a daze, I did. I just reached over and felt the most wonderfully warm and hefty cock. ...and, WOW, it started to grow! (first question answered)
He looked me straight in the eye and just smiled. I thought my knees would buckle.
As he carefully tucked that wonderful toy back into his jeans and shorts, I felt totally helpless. "I'll be back here in about an hour," he said. "I gotta get the wife and kids home. Be here." he stated in a totally flat tone. It might as well have been an order.
"Sure," I said, thinking that the odds were slightly less than a million to one that he'd really be coming back. With that I was now standing alone, holding my own now- shrunken dick, as he went out the door.
"What the fuck was that?" I asked myself.
I was left with only a half-memory of what had been there. He was about 5'10", maybe 175 pounds, brown hair, and those brown eyes!, some hair on his arms... a bit of a 5 o'clock shadow.... Damn!!! Just fuckin' manly, obviously loaded with testosterone, and gorgeous!! (especially when compared to what you tend to meet in a gay bar!!)
Oh, what the fuck... I don't have anywhere to go for the next hour. I'll wait.... ...and OMG!! It was only 45 minutes before he walked back in.
Walking up to me, and sliding onto the stool to my right, he flagged the bartender, ordered a lite pint, and just dropped his left hand onto my right thigh. I didn't know whether to shout, to fart, to shit, to holler, or just fall down... I choose something nearer the latter. I just sat there and shivered.
"You didn't think I'd be back, did you?" he asked.
"Truthfully....no," I answered.
"I said I'd be back," he stated. "I don't lie," he added. Again his tone was clear but not excited or demanding. It just said this was not a game.
"Guess not," I responded.
"You got a place to go?" he asked.
"Yeah... " I muttered.
"Great!" he stated. "But first.... I gotta pee. Hope you do too."
"Sure," I said.
And so, we went back to the men's room. As soon as we were at the urinals with our cocks out - him on the right, me on the left - he reached over and grabbed my junk.
"Nice," he said.
I reached over and grabbed him as I muttered, "That's even nicer."
"Let's go," he said, pulling his fly forward so his cock just slid right back in where it came from.
I'm not usually one to respond to 'demanding' tones or the 'master' approach... but with him I felt comfortable and ready.
"Yeah, let's go!" I responded.
Of course we had to stop at the bar and pay our checks, but when we got out to the parking lot, it turned out that he was parked only a few cars down from me. "Follow me," I said as I got into my truck. (Wow!!! Shades of the Infantry motto at Fort Benning!!!! The "follow me" thing.)
I backed out of my space and waited until he had done the same and he was now right behind me (a position I was hoping would be carried on a bit further a little later).
I headed out onto the street, turning left, then making a right at the next intersection, keeping an eye on his headlights behind me. Then I made one more right turn onto the major avenue toward my house. One more right turn on my street. Three blocks, and then one more right turn into my driveway.
Okay .. you can groan... but it all seemed "soooooo right" !!!!!
I got out of my truck as he was getting out of his car, and I led him up onto my front deck and then into the house.
He closed the door behind us and just looked around briefly saying, "Nice."
"Thank you," I replied. "But I think something else around here is 'nice' as well, and I'm going for that. Back here," I directed as I led the way through the hallways to the master bedroom.
I really wasn't sure what his personal likes might be; but the minute we were in the bedroom, he started to pull his polo shirt off over his head and unbuckle his belt. I guessed that he was into strip-and-get-naked versus let-me-do-that-for-you.
So I followed suit.
I hesitated only long enough the grab the top sheet and comforter and pull them down so the bed was open and inviting. Besides, it's a lot easier to wash the sheets than that big- ass comforter!!! I may be horny, but there is still a tiny bit of rational me in there.
As I jumped onto the bed, I growled, "Get in here!"
He actually seemed to hesitate momentarily. I think he thought he was totally 'in charge' up to that point, but then my tone and demeanor changed things and almost unbalanced him. After that momentary break and a look of near confusion passed, he slid onto the bed next to me and I pulled the sheet and comforter over us.
"Might as well start off 'warm'," I chuckled, "...then we'll see about 'hot' !" I added.
Reaching over, I grabbed him and rolled him against me, running my right arm up and over his side as my hand ran up his back and pulled his head toward me.
Turning just before our lips might have met, I began to lick and nibble on his ear and that tasty lobe. As I started to chew, I caressed the side of his neck with my finger-tips, slowly working my way back around and under his chin.
"No!!" he nearly shouted. "Here!" as he reached up, grabbed my head and pulled my face to his and ground his lips into mine.
"Mmmph," he sounded as he pulled me tighter and I felt his tongue demanding entrance to my lips.
"Nnnnnnnnnggg...nnnnnnnggggg," I moaned as I opened my lips and teeth and let his anaconda tongue begin its searching and recording of my oral cavity.
I was on my right side, he was on his left, as I reached behind him again with my right arm and hand and pulled his whole body close to me. That's when I first really felt the warmth and rigid hardness of his cock as it nestled in next to mine.
Pulling away from our lip-numbing kiss, I all but shouted, "Oh, fuck, yes!!! Oh, lord, I want that cock on me, in me, next to me, wherever we can get it!!!!!" All I could think about was how I wanted to suck it and feel it and eventually have it inside me.
To me, when I get so heated up, my mind is totally fixated to that other hot, hard appendage. I want to feel it with my hands, my body, my mouth, my balls, my hole ... anywhere and everywhere!!! I want to feel its warmth, its hardness. I want to give it pleasure....and, of course, I want its essence, when it empties those balls hanging down below it. I want that hot man juice on me and in me. If I can see it - great !!! if I can't see it, because it's inside me, I want to know that it's there and shooting, so I want a partner who will tell me by sounds that it is doing so. Of course there are times that you can actually feel it, if not just the jerk and swelling of the erupting mantool, but sometimes you can really sense the warm juice spray-painting the inside of your chute.
That's what no-strings-attached, male-to-male, hot-hard-and-free man sex is all about. Pleasure. Me giving pleasure to my partner, and me getting pleasure in return. Turthfully, I don't understand the concept of "service only". I am definitely into equal shares. But as they say "to each his own."
Funny thing here...I think he was looking for "service", but he was certainly willing enough when I let him know that it was a two-sided coin.
With that, he back away slightly and firmly planted his lips and teeth over my right nipple. As he sucked and lightly bit, I arched my back so that my cock was again in contact with his. He nibbled, I hunched. I kept driving the end of my cock against the end of his. I could feel it as he dribbled pre-cum and made the movement easier and slicker. I'm not much of a juicer, so I assume it was him. I wasn't able to get down there to see and make sure....but who the hell cares. There was definitely some natural lube being supplied, and it was working!!
Suddenly, he threw the covers back and did a flip so that he was face-to-cock with me, and that put me face-to-cock with him. ...and we did "what comes naturally"!!! The next thing I knew, that delicious looking cock of his was ... well... delicious. ...and my cock was enveloped in a warm, wet, sucking mouth.
I moaned, he moaned, we moaned ... and I bet you just moaned !!!! (how's that for 'conjugation' !?!?)
...and yes...it was him who was leaking. I could taste that sweet nectar. It was all I could do not to just swallow him all the way down - cock, balls, legs, and all !!!!
I reached up and grabbed a handful of those wonderful orbs. "C'mon babes, give me all the juice you got in there," I thought.
He mirrored me by grabbing my balls as well, pulling and slightly twisting them.
"MMMmmmmm," I heard him moan again.
Opening my mouth a bit, I managed to get it out, "Oh, yeah," I called around the log that was now pushing its way into my throat.
I usually have a pretty sensitive gag-reflex, but this time it had sense enough to stay away!! The next thing I knew, his 7 inches had made their way right into my throat.
I swallowed. He moaned again. I swallowed again. He moaned again.
I started working my throat muscles and I could feel his body start to tremble, then running my hand down his back, I felt his ass cheeks tighten and become rigid. That's when his mouth took on a merger of Hoover, Electrolux, and Dyson!!!! I never had such suction on my cock!!! He was gone wild!!!
His head was bouncing into and away from my crotch. His lips were so tight on my shaft that I thought he was going to skin it -- like prepping a squirrel for dinner!! He was moaning like a banshee and his head was almost coming off his neck.
"NO!!!!" I hollered, backing and pulling away. "FUCK ME ... NOW!!!"
With that, I grabbed the bottle of lube on the night table, pumped out a handful that I slapped between my cheeks, and turned over to my left side so that he was behind me.
"Now!" I demanded. "Put that baby where the sun don't shine! I shouted."
Pushing my ass back to him, I felt the head of his re-bar steel rod slip into place. Apparently his ass-hole radar (or sonar) was working overtime. It was like a torpedo or sidewinder missle -- right on course.
The tip hit right on my puckered rose-bud and began to slide inside. He wasn't any beer- can and I've had a few back there before, so it just settled in so nicelyl He moaned again. Damn!! I like to hear that sound.
"Oh, damn!! That's nice," he whispered. "That's so much tighter than my wife's pussy!" he went on.
That's what I like about "straight" guys... they love to compare, and I usually come out on top - as the bottom!! ..but we all know that... a guy's fuck chute is almost always tighter than a baby highway
By now we were both on our right sides with my left leg raised up to my chest to give him easy access to my love hole.
After a few minutes of pounding into me that way - both of us moaning and making all the sounds of a good fuck - he pulled out and said, "No... I want to see your face. Roll onto your back."
Of course, I did as he asked. After all, I like to watch "his" face too. As soon as I was on my back, I grabbed my knees and pulled them up toward my shoulders. He lifted up and around and without any hand-guidance or such, his cockhead slipped right back into my hole and he started to really fuck me.
I watched his face as he went from 'determined' to 'dream world' in about 5 seconds. He pounded my ass for about 2 minutes, then he slowed down and started to slowly deep dick me, riding his cockhead over my prostate.
I was clawing at the sheet under me. My head was starting to roll back and forth, side to side. I had no words left. All I could do was moan and make all the sounds of someone that was totally his. My hips started to move under their own power, driving myself up to meet his thrusts. As deep as he was trying to drive, I was trying to drive him even deeper. Oh, damn!!! I wanted to feel the head of his cock as it punched its way into my throat from the other end!!!
"Awwww, shit, man!" he started to say. "I just sensed that you would be an incredible fuck when I first saw you next to me earlier. Awwwwww, mannnnn.... Awwwwww, you are soooooooo good!!!! I haven't ever had a piece of ass like this!! I want to cum in there and breed you with my babies. Can I? Hunh? Can I?" he all but begged.
"You better not cum anywhere else!" I retorted. "I want that wonderful hot daddy juice filling my guts!! Lemme feel that whitewash paint my insides. Fill me up. I wanna shit your pearly ropes for the next 3 days!!! C'mon, babe, plug me and shoot that ball juice as deep as you can!! Fuck it!!! Yeah, baby!!! Fuck it!!! Plow my tight ass!!!"
With that, he started to pound me like a rabbit. His hips were almost a blur. He was looking right into my eyes the whole time. Suddenly he started to smile!! That's when his head went back, his back arched, and he shoved himself in to the hilt. I could feel his curly pubes as they ground into the back of my ballsack.
My ass hole and everything inside there began to tighten and had the determination to drain every drop he might have inside his bollocks. It quivered. It tightened. It rolled and all but sucked. I was going to make this a fuck-to-remember!!!!! When he finishes, he's going to come back again!!!!
"Awwwwwww, man !!! Awwwwwwww, fuck!!!!!" he shouted, as he looked back down into my eyes and I felt him go totally rigid and then felt the swelling throb of his cock deep inside me. "Awwwwww, man.... I'm cummin'," he told me as he started to smile widely and openly. "Awwwww, mannnn... I am sooooo cummin'," he added, as I felt him pump what seemed like two quarts of man goo into my velvet gloved chute.
That's when he lifted up a bit, looked down between us, and watched as my cock let loose its own torrent of juicy-juice. It's not often that I get the pleasure of a "hands-free", but ... holy shit!! This one was one to top all previous records!
Lowering himself, he used his body to smear that load all over between us, while moving his now softening member around inside me. I reveled in the feeling of our mutual slick cum between us, and of his cock still inside me.
"Awwwww, man," he repeated himself. "That was great!! That was fucking incredible! Oh, shit, man.... We gotta do this again! .... And by the way, I'm Bob." (I just love those post-orgasm introductions!!!)
"I'm Peter," I responded. "...and if you're game, I sure as shit am!" I added.
Then he leaned forward and kissed me full-on. "Yeah, we gotta do this again."
We just lay there for a while, him on top of me, although I had by then lowered my legs to each side of him, and somewhat wrapped them around the backs of his legs.
After maybe 5 or 10 minutes (who's watching the clock?) ... he rolled off and suggested, "Maybe we ought to clean up a bit before we totally fuck up your sheets."
"Good idea," I answered, as we crawled off the bed and headed to the bathroom. I keep some face(?) towels folded on the toilet tank for just these occasions, and reached over turning on the hot water. As soon as the water was warm, I soaked one of the towels and handed it to him. I also grabbed my own wash cloth and wet it. As we cleaned up, I just kept looking at him. He was no Adonis, but, damn!!, he really was attractive.
He looked back at me and smiled again. "So, Peter, could I maybe have your number? I would like to do this again.
"Sure," I replied. "But I don't give out my number when I'm still naked... however, as soon as we are dressed, I'll give it to you," I chuckled.
So we did... get dressed...and I gave him my cell number. I didn't ask for his. After all, when he calls, I'll have it (or not, if he does that *67 thing). And if he doesn't call, that's life. When you're dealing with a married man, you have to respect his need for discretion.
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