Sexless for two weeks and horny, I walked to a gay bar on a quiet Monday, knowing I may need to drop my standards if limited for choice.
“Am I the only person here?” I asked the masculine athletic barman.
“Mondays are usually quiet. We get one or two people. They play the slot machines and order drinks, so it’s worthwhile staying open. I’m Brett. How are you?” The twenty-four-year-old barman replied.
“What’s a straight guy like you doing working in a gay bar?”
He laughed, “I tell the patrons I’m straight. That way, I get more tips. I’m bi. I have a girlfriend.”
“You get many offers?”
“Guys are always hitting on me and still hit on me when I tell them I’m straight. It doesn’t bother me because most of those types tip well. I only tell guys I like, I’m bi,” and he winked and smirked.
He yawned, exposing his flat stomach and bush of light blond pubes. He reached for a bottle on the top shelf, flashing his ass crack.
Brett grinned. “Do you like what you see?” I grinned. “Come behind the bar.”
He gestured for me to kneel in front of him, under the counter. He leaned his abs against the bar and dropped his shorts.
His semi-hard dick in my face sported a full bush and hairy balls, and the hair continued from his crotch to his blond, hairy legs. I opened his foreskin and licked his pink head, which expanded as his cock stiffened. Brett’s six-inch boner curved upward and to the left. I gripped his shaft and wrapped my lips around his tip.
“Stay there,” Brett said, as I overheard another voice. He pushed my head deeper onto his cock.
He leaned under the bar, “Pull up my shorts, and I’ll tell you when to get up.”
I dressed him and tucked his boner into his underwear.
He whispered, “Turn and get up when I tell you, and mind your head.” Moments later, “Okay, get up now.” I knocked my skull as I stood. I wanted to yell with pain. “Get up quickly.”
I stood at the end of the counter, and a guy ordered a drink. Brett turned to grab a bottle, and his underwear folded over his shorts. The patron stared at me and grinned.
“Hi, how are you?” I asked.
The guy smirked as he gulped his drink, “I’m gonna be on my way. You fellas have a nice evening,” and the guy left.
As the door closed behind him, Brett and I burst into laughter.
“How’s your head?” Brett asked.
“It’s sore,” and he rolled his eyes and smirked.
“The front door locks. We can play in the back. Patrons know to ring the doorbell.”
Brett locked the front door, and we stepped into a small storeroom that reeked of stale alcohol and beer kegs. He kissed me, holding my head, and rubbed his body and cock against mine, bringing me to full attention.
He squeezed my crotch, “Your dick feels big,” he said.
Brett peeled my t-shirt from my body, hunched on two feet, bent at the knee, and pulled my jeans and underwear to my ankles. My cock erect, he swallowed my head. His palms cupped my butt cheeks and pushed my boner into his face. One hand gripped my shaft, and the other rested on my ass. He opened my foreskin, rolled his tongue around my head and gently sucked. His finger circled my asshole before pressing into the hole.
He stopped sucking, “Do you wanna get fucked?”
“I only get fucked if a guy isn’t big and with a condom.”
He continued swallowing my dick, pushed a dry finger into my hole, and jerked my cock.
“Do you have a rubber?” He asked.
“No, I don’t.”
He brought his finger to his mouth, scooped saliva and moved back, and circled my hole. He inched knuckle deep into me and swallowed my cock as he massaged the shaft.
“Have you ever tried poppers?” He asked.
“Is it a drug?”
“Nah, it’s a fragrance that makes guys extra horny. It’s like Spanish fly for gays.”
“What’s Spanish fly?”
“It’s something that makes women enjoy sex more. It’s all legal, and people buy it in sex shops like toys.”
“Do I drink it?”
He laughed, “Nah, you sniff it. It’s a room odorizer.” He returned with a brown bottle, which he held against his nose, and inhaled. “Hold it like I did and inhale.”
I tried a small breath. Brett wet his finger again and pressed on my hole. He jerked my cock and swallowed my shaft, rubbing his tongue across the head.
“Turn around, spread your ass cheeks,” Brett said.
He positioned his mouth over my asshole, pushed his tongue into me, and continued jerking my stiff dick.
“How does that feel?” He asked.
“It feels great.” My cock tingled, and I wanted more in my ass.
“Have more poppers, hold on to the bottle, and use it when you want.”
I inhaled a deep breath in each nostril. Brett stood behind me and jerked my shaft and teased his tip against my asshole.
“Teasing your ass feels great,” he said and fucked my ass with his wet finger.
His hard cock moved across my back, pressed on my hole, and then motioned between my butt cheeks. He positioned his tip by my entrance and pushed.
“Does that feel good?” He asked.
“Yeah,” his teasing excited me.
“Have poppers,” and I sniffed in each nostril.
He wet my hole and pressed his cock against my entrance. I moved back on his dick and motioned my ass in circles around his head.
He continued teasing my pucker, rubbing his knob on my cheeks, and pushed against my sphincter. He made fucking motions, moving back and forth but paused on my hole.
Brett leaned forward and kissed my neck. He stopped jerking my cock and caressed the front of my chest with his fingers. He made fucking motions with his hips against my butt.
“Have more poppers,” he said, and I inhaled two deep breaths.
He nuzzled his cock on my crack, and I pushed toward him and back. Getting fucked always sucked, but my ass craved his cock.
I motioned my cheeks back and forth, teasing his boner. He spat on his tip and pressed against my hole. I pushed onto his shaft, and my ass opened.
He whispered, “This is nice,” and kissed my neck.
His head continued moving back and forth on my wet sphincter, which relaxed and stretched wider.
“Have more poppers,” he said.
His wet finger pressed into my hole. He moved his cock head to my sphincter and pushed as I drove back. His slippery dick inched into me, and his foreskin opened.
He continued pressing gently, and I moved backward. He pressed harder with an inch of his cock inside me. Brett slipped quick, shallow strokes in and out of my ass, and his foreskin opened and closed. I inhaled poppers.
I pushed my hips back with two-inches of his cock inside me. His head fucked shallow in my ass.
I released a fart and chuckled, “Sorry, dunno where that came from.”
“Don’t worry about it,” he continued moving his cock shallowly with quick strokes. “Does it feel nice?”
“Yeah, it does.”
“It feels great, and I’m so close to cumming.”
I turned around, kissed him, and stroked his shaft. I hunched on two feet, bent at the knee, and masturbated his cock fast, and his dick softened.
“There’s a special way my cock needs jerking. Only I know how to do it. Teasing your hole felt great. It was very wet. Next time we’ll have condoms, and I can fuck you properly.”
“Will you make me cum?”
He looked at his watch, “I need to drop the money in the till. I can make you cum after I’m done. I must do it now, or I’m in trouble with the owners.”
We dressed and returned to the bar.
“The poppers made me feel very horny,” I said.
“That’s what they’re used for. I need to count stock soon. I’d love to chat, but I don’t wanna lose my job. You can sit at the bar while I work.”
“How long does it take?”
“About an hour.”
“Do you want me to wait, and we can play later?”
“I must be up early tomorrow, and I’m going straight home after I shut. Maybe come back on another quiet night.”
Disappointed and horny, “I’m gonna head home, and maybe I see you next week.”
He grinned, “Cool,” and counted stock.
“Bye,” I left.
I visited a sex shop the following day and stocked with lube, poppers, and condoms.
