The Bareback Barback
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Steve
I was in college in a sleepy but progressive little Virginia town on a swimming scholarship. And while a lot of my expenses were covered by that scholarship, many were not. I came from a not-so-well-to-do family in Ohio. I started working almost immediately at this little cafe/bistro that did a fairly good bar business after 8 pm. While the cafe was open I waited tables from 6 until the bar business started picking up and then the bartenders in back were calling me to bus their tables and keep the cocktail lounge tidy. I made decent money to cover my expenses and have a little for some things I wanted but could never afford. The early drinkers were men and women couples who were getting ready for a night out and leisurely moved from dinner to drinks in the lounge and then on to one of the two nightclubs for dancing in town. After 10 pm, the bar became decidedly gayer and by 10:30 there were no women in at all. Most of the men who were in this lounge were married traveling businessmen in town for a few days or a weekend making a sales pitch to the University that I attended for the newest this or that or books or software or any number of other things an established university might need to further the academic success of its students.
One Wednesday night early in my career bussing tables in this bar, a well dressed man came in and sat down at one of the tables -- the two bars were already full of men chatting politely with each other, dressed to the nines, and enjoying themselves without being belligerent drunks. For the most part there weren't a lot of smokers but even those who did seemed to do so without causing an issue or a lot of groaning from those around him. A lot of business was discussed and everyone was generally agreeable and polite. This guy who sat a the table looked very sharp -- handsome -- nice facial features, great haircut, good real tan and young like maybe in his late 20s or early 30s. He was wearing a slick satiny looking gray suit a white shirt and a diagonal striped tie. He didn't sit down timidly but rather he plopped down in a graceful way and looked around the lounge for some help. He leaned back and rested the top part of his back on the chair and spread his legs wide -- not in an indecent way but more like a contented "I'm finally done for the day" way.
I had to fill in as a cocktail server in addition to bussing tables in there sometimes -- when I think back on it I was abused in the workplace but I needed the money and after a few weekends of getting into decent work habits and seeing the scenery, I found that the work was secondary to the flush of good looking men to see while working there. I walked up to this handsome guy, because the bartenders weren't interested in taking single tables. I smiled professionally and welcomed him to the lounge and asked what he'd like to drink. He paused a minute and looked up and said "I think I'll have a vodka martini." I asked if he was waiting for anyone else and he looked at his watch and told me he wasn't. I went off to get his drink.
While I was waiting for his drink to be made, I felt like I was being watched. Now, I'm not too shy to admit that I had a nice tight athletic body when I entered my first year of college. I wore a slightly tight silky team t-shirt that showed off a tight waist and nice defined chest and a nice pair of well fitting khakis, that, well, enhanced my butt. I knew I often turned a few heads in school and at work but never really paid much attention to it, but waiting for this guy's drink at the well I could feel a piercing stare. I turned around and met his eyes. He smiled bashfully and turned away.
When I returned to his table with his drink, he looked at his watch and made some small talk about how he needed just this one drink to unwind from a long day and that he needed to get to his hotel and call his wife to check in. He asked if I could leave the bill. I laid it on the table and smiled, thanked him, and wished him a good night. I looked over at his table a few different times while I was bussing other tables and the last time I looked over his way, I noticed he had gone. I felt a little disappointed, but while he looked good, he did look tired, too. I went over to clear his table. I took up his tab and a $50 bill. I looked around to see if maybe he had gone to the restroom. He had gone for sure, and I was in shock for a moment realizing he left me a $40 tip. I picked up the glass and napkin and put it on my tray as I headed to the glass cleaning station the napkin floated off my tray and landed on the floor.
Now this bar was a clean sort of place with the lights low but not so low that you couldn't see where you were going. On the back of the napkin I saw written "In town tonight and tomorrow night -- call anytime 766-335-7657 -- Steve." I looked around again -- thinking this had to be some prank. No one around but I was getting heckled by the bartenders to clear up another round of tables that had left. By 11 things were winding down and the manager had me do some menial cleaning of the cocktail stand and told me I could leave. I looked at my time card when I punched out and it was 11:30. I had a scooter to get around and even though there was bad traffic at times I could easily maneuver the scooter to get where I needed to go without any problems. It was October and already cooling down on a midweek fall night. I didn't have my first class until 10 the next day. I hesitated and then reached into my backpack for my cell. What the hell -- he said "anytime". I dialed carefully and honestly expected to get his voicemail. I gasped a little when I heard a deep masculine voice say "Hello?"
"Hi, Steve?" I managed to stutter
I heard a little laugh and then "Yes."
"Hey I thought I'd call to thank you for the tip you left me tonight. It was really generous."
He laughed again lightly and said, "I liked your service. Do you have class in the morning?"
My heart skipped a beat and I could barely manage a whispered "At 10."
"I'm staying at the Hilton at the mall -- room 201 -- would you like to stop by?"
This time my face was flush and my heart was racing, "Sure, I can be there in 5 minutes?"
"Do you need a ride? I could come get you."
"I have my scooter, but I forgot my jacket at the dorm -- I can be there in 5 minutes."
"It's getting cold out -- are you sure?"
I drew in my breath "I'll be good -- it's not that cold yet, and it's not that far." "Well, I'll make sure you get warmed up before you leave tonight. I'll see you in a few -- just take the elevator and turn left when you get to the second floor."
Five minutes seemed like an eternity and it was colder than I wanted to admit to him. Fortunately after 9 pm the part of town where the university was located was a ghost town. I was shivering and I could feel my nipples harden with the cold air rushing over my body even at just 35 mph on a scooter.
I stood at the door of room 201 and lifted my hand to knock. Before I could it was opened and a warm smiling Steve was holding it open for me. He hadn't undressed yet, still in a well tailored suit and even had his tie on. He motioned for me to come in. I walked in and heard the door close behind me. I felt a pair of strong hands go onto my shoulders and he easily turned me around. We were within inches of each others faces and he leaned in and kissed me hard and passionately on the lips. I felt his hands at the small of my back pulling me closer to him. I matched his aggressive kissing and felt his big masculine hands holding my waist while our hardening cocks sort of glanced each others. I put my hands on the hardest chest I had up to then felt in my life. The musculature of it amazed me -- and I just gasped in between kissing him. Steve backed up and just sort of let our a slight laugh.
"Funny how my wife doesn't appreciate that like guys do."
"Well, I don't know her, but that is amazing."
He bent down and planted another kiss on my lips and then sat down on the bed. For a few seconds I stood there like an idiot until he patted the spot next to him. With no hesitation, I sat next to him. We talked for a little bit about school and our jobs.
"Well," he changed the subject, "I think you know why we're here."
I didn't play coy, just grinned and said "I'm glad I'm here."
He leaned in and kissed me again then stood up and began taking off his clothes while talking about his work. He had his suit jacket and shirt off and this magnificent man with his huge muscles came back to me at the bed and asked, "shower or no shower?"
"I had a shower after practice today -- I'm good."
He looked down over his hard six pack at his waist then back at me. I reached up and undid his belt. His dress trousers fell into a pile on the floor -- he was wearing briefs almost like a Speedo and I stood up. I lifted my hands above my head and he untucked my team shirt from my khakis and gently pulled it over my head. He looked down at my body and then with a glint in his eye nodded smiling.
I couldn't help it and I buried my face into his massive pecs. I felt a strong hand cup the back of my head and held my face there smelling the lightly hairy maleness of his body. He had worked today, but he didn't need a shower either. I could feel him fumbling with the button on my khakis, I reached down and helped him open the button and zipper. Away fell my pants and I was there just in a training suit. For the first time I felt embarrassed and turned my head away. Not a second later another strong hand took my chin gently and pulled my face back to look at him.
"Don't -- I like it -- I really like what I'm seeing," Steve whispered to me.
Flooded with relief I reached up and kissed him hard. I could feel him tugging at the string to my suit and I reached around to his waist band of his briefs and started to pull them down. While my suit came off with relative ease, I struggled to get his briefs down over his muscled quadriceps. He laughed and helped me finish the job. What stood in front of me was an exceptionally well muscled man with great definition and a large dripping cock. He stood behind me and turned us to the mirrored closet doors and put a hand around my waist with his other hand on to top of my abs. He bent his head down and kissed my ear and whispered, "I really like this."
Steve turned off the lights in the bathroom and doorway and led me to the bed.
"I'll be blunt -- I want to fuck you," he said as he picked me up in both arms and laid me on the bed.
"Come get it, stud," I smiled back at him.
Steve lifted up my legs by my ankles and had my ass right at the tip of his cock. By now I was dripping precum waiting for him to enter me. Then he gently put me back down. He pulled my by my ankles to the edge of the bed. At first I was confused what was happening, but he dropped to his knees and pushed my legs back to my chest and put his mouth on my hole. I was in pure ecstasy at this point. Here was the best looking guy I had been with so far in my life and he was eating out my hole like it was his last supper. I had been fingered before and had a few swipes of a tongue down there but being eaten out like a new bride was a first for me. He moaned while he buried him tongue in me, he lapped at my hole like it was ice cream about to melt away. All the while twisting my ass to get a different angle on my hole. He came up from his feast with a wild horny look in his eyes. I knew he was ready.
He wrapped my legs around his tight waist and laid a streaming glob of his precum on my freshly eaten hole. I felt his cock do that anticipation dance I took a deep breath and felt my sloppy hole open. I had my eyes closed almost the whole time he was going down on me but when I felt this rigid thick cock starting to open me -- my eyes flew wide open. I was lusting for this man and felt like a bitch in heat as he passed his giant cock into my waiting hole. I resisted the urge to push myself on to him and I'm glad I did. I was panting as I tried to accommodate him. He was patient and slow and asked if I was OK. I took in a deep breath and said I was. He kept going in and the pain began to overtake me and I began to shake.
"Are you sure you're OK?" Steve panted.
I grimaced and asked "How far are you in?"
"About 2/3!"
I sucked the air through my teeth and gritted down and nodded, "I'm fine."
Steve took that to mean keep going and he did. I tossed my head back and forth as he finally descended that final three and a half inches into me. I could feel his blood pumping in his cock and I moaned. I could feel him pulling back out and I put a hand on his cannonball shoulder. He bent down and kissed it. Slowly he withdrew and then started going back into me. I let out a few loud moans but by the time he was fully in, I was enjoying his throbbing cock filling me. His slow first few strokes had left plenty of precum to slick me up. By the time he hit the tenth stroke, we were both wet enough to really enjoy each other.
He held my ankles and started hitting his stride. Then he abruptly stopped -- mid stroke.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing - I'm just really enjoying you but I'm about to bust and I want it to last longer. Why don't we get you laying up on the pillow and me on the bed with you. If I keep this up like this, I'm going to shoot and you'll want to go home," he looked at me almost begging.
I was getting close myself, but I moved up to the pillows and laid back down with my legs open. He walked on his knees across the bed, his hard cock bouncing slightly each step. He took my legs and brought them up over his huge shoulders, positioned himself at my hole and began to drop into me again. He lifted my ass some off the bed by pushing my legs closer to my chest and laid a passionate kiss on my lips. I wrapped my hands around his triceps and let him fuck me as hard as he could. Some guys would take advantage of that situation but this guy had some finesse and passion about him and he laid a steady but strong fuck to my hole all while kissing me all over my face. He was so good even his perfect hair didn't get messed up.
"I'm getting close, baby," Steve moaned. Although he didn't need to announce it. For the past minute I could feel a stiffness and determination to his strokes to told me that he was going to come any second. I spread my legs even wider and allowed him to go deeper without any interference. He began panting and tensing up -- his chest constricted and the muscles were extremely defined, the striations in his shoulders were popping and the vein running down his biceps was thick and very visible. I moaned once kissed his chin and started to come on my stomach. Steve let out one loud moan and began pumping his seed into me. His cock was engorged and filled with blood and lust. If I was a chick, that load would have gotten me pregnant.
Out of breath we both laid there panting feeling our orgasms fade slowly away.
"You didn't touch yourself," he said in amazement.
"I didn't need to, you fucked it right out of me," I replied.
Steve laughed and slowly withdrew.
"Shower now?" he asked laying next to me.
"Only with you in there." I replied
We stayed in the shower a long time kissing and gently massaging each other's balls. I ended up spending the rest of the night with him sleeping in the arms of this masculine muscled man. He was really a good guy to me and we stayed in touch long after his divorce. He would come to town every six months or so and I made sure to clear my calendar to spend with him up to when I finally settled down many years after graduating.