Hey, guys . here is the next in the series . hope you enjoy .. I do appreciate all the notes I've received from the earlier stories, and thank you for your continued support. (And maybe you'll also send a bit of the $$$ support to Nifty to keep this avenue open for our pleasures.)
Now let's get the "legal stuff" out of the way ... This story contains graphic sexual activity between consenting adult males ..
if you are under 18 or in a geo-political area that prohibits this type of literature. or you are offended by homo-erotic story themes. go click on your "Back" button !!!
Otherwise, read on, and maybe `steam it up' a bit.. and remember.. this is my story .. so please don't steal it, or edit it, or send it somewhere else!
Straight Bars . Part 7" by CNJShore9
It was really just a typical Thursday evening when I dropped into my "Irish tavern" and found my way around the bar to the far side (the side nearer the door already being filled), but it's a full-round bar so there is plenty of seating.
In fact I sat down next to a guy that I have seen there almost every time I've walked in. He's not a bad looking dude either! He usually is wearing a hooded sweat shirt over his bib-front overalls, hood down, and his hair slicked and pulled back Segal-style into a little pony-tail. I'm guessing he is one of the deck-hands on a commercial fishing boat, but have never been able to get him into conversation long enough to get him to `talk' and find out for sure. Tonight was no different. I said "Hello", he looked over and nodded - no sound. "Yep" I thought to myself. "Mr. Chit- Chat!" And, yes, I have been in the men's room with him a few times.. and he has some cute - but not especially wonderful - equipment, so he's not really "high" on my list of "I'd-like-to's". (However, that could change. and even become a story . but not tonight.)
The nice thing was, I had a clear view of the door to the men's room on the other side of the bar. I could easily check the ins and outs of who was going and coming. ..and I was close enough that I could easily get up and around and in, if something interesting happened to be heading that way. (c'mon, guys. two urinals, side-by-side, and no shields..that's a cock hunter's delight!)
So there I was . just `cruisin' what might happen over the next couple pints, when I looked up and across the bar and just had "that feeling" that the guy over there was looking my way. He was sitting between two other guys - obviously friends - and they were chatting away on some deep discussion of how another friend had just had to replace half the walls in his basement - and all the details of the water damage, and mold, and mess, etc.. But every now and then his head came up and I swear he was looking directly at me! I judged him to be late 30's - maybe early 40's. He seemed shorter than the two friends on each side.maybe 5'7" or so.and had dark curly hair and a beautiful smile! From the distance I couldn't tell the color of his eyes, but they looked dark - probably brown.
I'm still wondering what the conversation over there had turned to . I couldn't hear anything now, because someone had just dropped some dollars in the juke box. but as I watched, he pulled his t-shirt up and ran his right hand over his flat abs. No.. there weren't any beer can 6-packs, or whatever.but it was nice and smooth . with a sexy trail of dark hair running down from where his pecs would be (still covered by the t-shirt) and into the waistband of his jeans.
Then he did something most unexpected . he had the guy on his left hold his hand out flat, palm up.and then he put his own hand down over it in comparison. What I did hear then was something about "well. you know what that means. long fingers.. long dick" .and I could see that it was his fingers extending beyond those of his friend's.
All I could think was .. "another one of those short guys with the big cocks!" Have you ever noticed that!?!?! I had a roommate for a few months in the Army that was about 5'6", and only wore a size 8 boot. but he had a cock that could be used for baseball practice !!!! and that was when it was soft . (and, no. dammit!... I never saw it up and at bat !) .anyway. I was definitely turned to "interested" mode by what I was watching.
That's when he slowly (and I guess. I should say "s.l.o.w.l.y") got out of his stool and stood up and turned toward the men's room, looking directly at me. Well.I'm not the brightest bulb on my family tree, but that was as clearly an invitation as I've ever seen. So, guess what I did !?! Absolutely!! I got up off my stool and made my way around the bar to the other side and that "door to heaven".
Of course, as I came in, I checked and made sure that the toilet cubicle was empty and then took the urinal to the hot youngn's left. He looked over at me, and obviously knowing that the place was empty except for us, he said, "Hi."
Now that might not be a lot of conversation, but. in a men's room it's a lot. Usually, there is no dialogue' between users'. Men (or at least straight men, or those trying to appear to be straight) tend to be very silent and unconcerned in such circumstances - always looking forward at the wall as if there is no one else there. Me. well I try to hold to those conventions, but I must admit that I do `sneak a peek' when I can .
But he had "breached the walls" with a simple one-syllable utterance.
"Hi," I replied. ..and as I did so, I couldn't resist the urge. I looked over and down. And there it was!!! It had to be a full 5-6 inches "at rest" !!! OMG!! What would it be in "action mode" ? All I could see was a beautiful, cut, mushroom-headed cock. It just had "all the right pieces in all the right places", and I thought about how it would taste and how it would feel if it were slotted into my hot, horny crevice.
When I looked back up, I saw that he was staring at me . and there was no doubt whatsoever that I was "busted" !! Then he smiled. I thought I would just drop right there!
"Nice cock," he said.
"Sure is," I spluttered.
"No. I'm talking about your's." he continued.
"Oh.." was about all I could get out. I don't know what it is, but even with having had more than a few encounters' in my day. I still get very tongue-tied when it gets down to the necessary reparte'.
About that time the sound of a hand hitting the door to open it resounded through the room. He winked at me and stuffed that gorgeous dong back into his tight jeans. I, naturally, followed suit and tucked myself away, backing away from the urinal and letting the auto-flush go into play.
As the big guy that had just walked in stepped up to the urinal I had vacated, my "friend" and I did a quick hand rinse and walked out.
When he got to his stool, he stopped long enough for me to reach down and pat his ass as I continued around the bar to my own place.
For the next 20 minutes we did the "I see you" peek and play.. He, of course, had to keep a conversation going with his friends. Finally, I couldn't wait any longer and I got up and headed back around to the men's room.
I took up my position at the left urinal and waited . and hoped.. And, sure enough, a minute later, there he was on my right.
This time he just reached over and took my cock in his left hand and squeezed it. So. what could I do? But return the favor. I reached over with my right hand and felt the warm, soft glow of his soft manhood. It didn't take but seconds and we were both holding raging steel-hardened plows!! ..and another "OMG" . that baby had gone to a full 8-9 inches of male prod!! .. dwarfing my own 6.5. What I wanted now was to see what those baby-makers underneath there were like.
"Do you have a place?" he asked.
It was just about then that I noticed the gold band on his left ring finger.
"Yes," I quickly replied. "About 3 miles from here."
"Great!" he answered. "Can we go there?"
My first reaction was to just grab him up and carry him out the door at a dead run!!! .. but propriety and common sense did step in. "You bet! Just let me `settle up' with the bartender and let's get the hell out of here!!!"
"K" he replied (as if he were on-line).
Another quick hand rinse and we were both back out the door and heading toward our respective stools.
As I tossed some bills on the bar as a tip, I watched him "making excuses" to his buddies (probably, "the old lady wants me home by .") and I headed back around the bar to the door and my car. He was only 30 seconds behind me.
"Follow me," I said (shades of my Infantry days!).
..and he did. right into my driveway.
We were both out of our cars and onto the front stoop in a flash! Of course I was so nervous that I had the usual fumble-fuck trying to get my key into the lock, but managed to succeed and get the door opened. Once inside, the door closed behind us, it was just wild, untamed, manly abandon!!!
He grabbed me and pulled my face to his. I put my hand behind his head and pulled his face and lips into mine as hard and as roughly as I could!! This wasn't love' or caring' - it was absolute and pure `manly lust' !!! Our tongues battled for superiority. For a smaller guy, he was damned sure an equal !! We were both already moaning at the ferocity of our encounter. Our loins were pressed together in equal readiness.
I could feel that monster cock of his throb and pulse against me.
I went for the buckle and the fasteners of his jeans. I wanted to feel it's heat as well as its magical hardness.
We were still just inside the door. So I said "This way" as I led him down the hall to the master bedroom. As we were navigating the halls, I was unloosening my own belt and jeans, so that by the time we were standing at the foot of the bed, we had both shoved our jeans down to our calves and our cocks were standing tall between us. Again, I felt a bit "less".. but managed to put that out of my mind.
I grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and lifted it over his head. He obliged by pulling my mock turtle-neck up and over mine. Then our bare chests were together. Mine is really bare (about 16 hairs maybe), but his had a wonderful nest of tightly downed, soft hair. The feel of that against my bareness was enrapturing. I noticed that I was having to hunker down a bit, but it just felt soooooo good.and I lowered myself even more .. onto my knees to put my face into that furry cleft between his pecs.
Oh. damn!! Was this sooooo good !!!
I could feel that wonderous cock now dripping his sweet nectar onto my chest. Yes. I had to taste some of that! So I went lower.until I was eye-to-eye with his piss slit.
Reaching up with my right hand, I lowered that swollen pink mushroom to lip level and did what any good cocksucker would do. I licked it and swirled my tongue around it and then enveloped it into my lips.
I spent the next 5 minutes just worshipping that leaking god. And I use the term leaking' very loosely. he was gushing !!! He tasted sooooo wonderful and it felt soooooo right as it filled my mouth, and my tongue worked its magic on the head, its corona, and the v' spot on the underside.
He was still standing. so I pushed him back onto the bed onto his back and shoved my head between his legs. The next thing he knew, I had his left ball in my mouth and was munching it to both our delights. My right hand was making small circles on the lower part of his abs, just above his pubes. His ass was bucking up off the bed and he was moaning louder!
Yes! I had him where I wanted him!! He was mine for the time!!
I moved over to the right nut and gave it a hot bath. Unfortunately, his balls were just too big to get them both in at the same time!! But damn! Were they ready!!!!
My nose was now getting wet from all the juice that was coming out of his slit and running down his shaft. Time for another taste test!!
Letting his ball fall from my mouth, I started the trip up the underside of his hot, throbbing shaft, tasting more and more of his wondrous emissions. I was beside myself.behind myself.in front of myself.just wishing that I could be more than just myself and enjoy more and more and more of him all at the same time..but there was just one `me'.and that's what I'd have to work with.
As I reached the top of his velvety soft, yet steely hard, cock, I felt the rim of his mushroom pass my tongue's edge and I just gobbled the whole head into my hot furnace of a mouth. He actually shouted ("OH SHIT !") as I took that head into my oral orifice, and was rewarded by another jerk and splooge of his steaming lava.
"Oh, fuck!" I thought .. I can't hold off any longer!! I just had to have that beautiful baby inside me.
So I re-spat some of that delicious goo back onto his cock, raised up and moved forward over him, and then sat my ass down on that throbbing, jerking, spasming rod !!!
It was big..and it hurt for a moment. but I've been there before, and it was gonna make me feel sooooooo good !!! .and it did !!!!
As I began to rock up and down on his master spike, he began to moan and raise his hips to fuck into me.
"Oh, yeah, baby... that's sooooo good," he whimpered. "Oh.. Yeah. that is such a great ass!! . Oh. I could fuck that forever!"
Me.. well. I couldn't talk. to feel that wonderful cock up inside me was just all there was, and all there could be. I could feel every inch of it in there . I could feel that wonderful mushroom head stretching the inside parts.. All I wanted now was to feel that baby fill me with an awesome load of man-seed.
He, apparently, felt pretty much the same way from the other side. "Awwwww. Mmmmmmm. shit man.. That is sooooo good!" he kept repeating. "Awwww. god.I could fuck you forever!! OOOOOoooooohhhhhh.... That is sooooo nice!!! Lemme give you a load of hot man-milk. I wanna fill your ass with my hot juice!! Can I do that? Can I. please???"
"Yeah, baby... fuck me good . and yeah. fill me with your hot cum. I want to feel you shoot into my insides. c'mon babe. fuck me good.. shoot that hot load !!!"
With that he began to really pound his cock into my hot, hungry, willing hole. I leaned forward and planted a sloppy kiss on his tight lips. He reached up and putting his left hand on the back of my head, he pulled me in tighter. Again, our tongues were locked in mortal combat. He was making such wonderful animal sounds. I was moaning as I sucked his tongue.
That's when he wrapped his arms around me and, very surprisingly for a guy of his size, he twisted and I suddenly found myself on my back and him between my legs, which were now raised fully up and over his shoulders. He was pounding into me and, yes, his eyes were brown!! And he had a smile on his face that just wouldn't quit! I knew he was liking this. but hot-damn!! So was I !!!
That babymaker of his was just plowing into the most sensitive places and making me buck and thrust my ass up and onto his incredibly hot and hard and throbbing cock!!! Oh. jeeminez!! My brain was going into overdrive and outerspace!!! It was just going numb and dull as my body took over and responded to the thrust of his ass and cock, digging deeper and deeper into me!!
OOOOOOohhhhhh, shiiiiitttttt !!! Ohhhhhh, it's so wonderful! That man knew how to use his drill . like a dentist - only GOODDDDD!! Oh. all I wanted was to feel more and more of his fuck tool driving into me!!! More and more is all I wanted.and all I kept asking for.. He was a master of the fuck .. I can't believe that he was doing this to me .. He just kept slamming it into me .. Harder and faster and deeper (if that were possible!). I could tell he was getting closer .. And I was getting that much closer as well!!..
"Ohhhhh. fuckkkkkk.. It's cummin' . it's gonna shoot. oooooohhh, fuckkk. here it is.." And with that he jammed his cock into me as far as he could shove it and just froze!!! Then I felt the jerks, the throbs, the spasms as he emptied his balls into my ass and guts like I don't think I ever felt before. All I heard was "nnnnnnnnnnnngggg!"
His face was as frozen as his previously pumping ass!! For a moment there, I thought he was about to have a stroke or coronary. I've never seen a guy soooooo intense !! Then his eyelids fluttered and he looked at me..
"Holy shit!!! I have never.. Never.," and that was all that was said for the next few minutes.
We stayed locked - him still imbedded inside me, my legs over his shoulders - for several minutes.. Then nature ejected his now totally deflated member from my man cunt.
"Wow!" he said. Then he raised his arm and looked at his watch. "Oh Fuck!!" he shouted. "I was supposed to be home 15 minutes ago!"
"I know." I replied. "I've been there."
He very quickly jumped out of the bed and began to grab and put on his clothes. "I'm sorry, but I have to ." he tried to explain.
"I know." I repeated. "I've been there."
".but maybe." I continued.
"Yes, I would too," he hastily replied as he pulled his t- shirt over his head. "do you go to the tavern often?" he asked.
"I'm there once or twice a week," I replied .. "but you do know where I live.and here is my number," I continued as I handed him a slip of paper with my cell phone number.
"Thanks," he said as he tied his second boot and almost ran out the front door.
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Damn! Those married guys!
.but.Yes. I do hope he calls.. however, of course, you never know with those "married guys" !
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I do hope you enjoyed my story ... is it fact or fantasy? .. a lot of you guys want to know that one... let's just say . I don't kiss n tell . so .. do I f*k n tell??? If you would like to tell me what you think . please feel free to write . I do respond.. I can be emailed at cnjshore9@aol.com (and flames' will be extinguished')
PS: I do know the difference between "can I" and "may I"..but when you're in that place. who gives a damn about grammar !!!!