+++Wow! You have to be, not only too young, but dumb, if you don't recognize that you have to be over 18 to read this story. Maybe you made a mistake, but please go.
While attending Ramapo College in New Jersey I worked at a bar in Hawthorne. What with my team practice (football) studying and attending classes, plus this job, I had no time to play.
Play? That's an interesting story. I have no time to romance a chick and get my benefits. I went back to the ball drain method I used in Junior High: gay guys. Now some say the suckee is as queer as the sucker but I don't think so. I may have curly blond hair and a cute face, but I am also an experienced boxer and I can take your face off if you piss me off. Anyway, all this pent up sperm and anger is getting me now where near getting my rocks off until...
Until this dreamboat came into the bar about an hour and a half before closing. I know he had been bar hopping because his pretty blue eyes were reddish and he slurred his full baby lips when he spoke. Also he had reached that stage of inebriation when he spoke his mind.
"Hey Bartender, you are some hot guy. Do you do stuff?"
I ignored his question, although I felt my cock beginning to rise at the possibility of a good sex possibility standing before me.
"What's your name cutey? Mine's Mike."
"I think around here everyone's named Mike. I'm Shane."
He reached out his hand. Hell, he had nice hands and the full, hairless, muscular forearm looked yummy. I held on to the handshake and stared the kid in his blues, "You suck?"
He smiled broadly. What teeth, perfect. "Was that a question or an accusation?"
"An inquiry, cause if you do, I got the horse right here."
"You mean I should wait over an hour until the bar closes? No, no Mikey, I want your stuff right now."
This beauty boy was aggressive, but sweet.
I leaned over the bar, first checking out that no one was looking, and allowed my breath to fall against his smooth, boyish cheek. "Just lift that plank at the end of the bar and crawl over on your knees. The goods will be waiting." (Was I overplaying the thug role?)
I guess not. He expelled his breath, and said, "Hold my drink here. I'll knock on your fly in a moment and you'll let me in."
"Sure, the welcome mat is out."
He sidled over to the part of the bar that lifted, keeping his eyes on me all the way. He lifted the section, sunk to his knees and lowered it. My cock was waking up, it figured someone was calling its name.
A moment later I felt a hand lightly rubbing my protrusion. Shit, I was as hot as a bitch on a hot tin roof. Then he expertly ran my zipper down, then came my undershorts, tumbling to my hairy knees and then I heard him mutter. "Blond curly pubes, my favorite."
He put his face into said hairy place and sniffed loudly. I responded with a clever exclamation, "Oh shit that's so hot. Do more stuff."
No shy boi he. He took hold of my rapidly rising prick and moved the foreskin away with the finesse of a violinist opening his violin case. Again he sniffed and pronounced my prick to be the perfume of the Gods.
I know my face was red and I was slightly hunched over. If anyone came to order a drink now I was sunk. I whispered down to my sex partner to be, "Get your mouth on it, I haven't got time for love making."
The shit head, he took me literally and slid my cock a bit into his hot mouth and nodded yes. You can't imagine whet that nodding motion did to me. I let out a long "U-u-u-u-h."
Two guys at a nearby table, one of them I know from school, called out, "You okay Mike?"
"Sure," I said but my voice sounded hoarse.
"You smoke too much," said Billy a school acquaintance. "Them coffin nails will screw up your throat."
"You're uh, uh, uh, r-r-r-ight," I said, trying to act natural, but already by chest was dripping sweat. I always sweat when I'm getting into a sex mood. I could actually smell myself. Of course to me, it smelled okay. Guys are like that. We even savior our farts.
Although I tried not to, I was beginning to slightly get into a light fucking motion, especially because Shane had now swallowed my Jersey jerky whole and was licking the underside while spinning around the shaft. This boy was the Tiger Woods of cock sucking.
I had settled into a deep enjoyment of his work knowing that my big moment was not far away. You guys know that when someone is pleasuring you and you can't see them, like at a glory hole, it's a hundred times more sexy than...wait, Dave, the kid from school came over to the bar.
"Double shot cheapest Vodka, Mike."
I looked at him with alarm in my eyes, the Vodka was not within reach and I had no intention of moving along the bar with my personal suck slave being pulled along with me. I noticed that the gin was right within hand.
"We're outa Vodka. How about gin instead?"
"What you talking about. There's a full bottle right over there."
"Oh that. It's empty, filled with water, just for show."
"You are a fucking liar Mike. What's going on? I'll just get that bottle myself."
Billy moved so fast I just couldn't stop him. In a flash he had lifted the panel on the end of the bar and ducked in. I winced as I heard his loud exclamation at seeing Shane at work.
"Whoa Mike. I always hoped you played on my team. You're such a hottie, I always dreamed of getting it on with you." Then to Shane, he said, "Mind if I join you there is still a nice part of him open for stimulation."
Shane took his wet mouth away from my prick for a moment, just to answer. He bubbled out, "His ass is for the taking."
My head was swimming. This had become an orgy. I felt Billy's hot breath blowing on my ass hole. Then his long stiff tongue teasing my pucker. I began singing a tuneless song, rather like crowd noises. Then he reached under my crotch and began tickling my balls. That always got me ready to shoot. But it was his long tongue entering my hole and finding my hot button, plus Shane's heavy fast sucking that did the trick.
I let out a whoop. The kid at the table called out, "What's wrong? Where's Billy." I was in no condition to answer. My eyes had rolled up, I was dripping spit on the mahogany bar top, my knees were collapsing, as my two service chums held me up from falling.
I must have shot a schooner of cum. I could hear Shane slurping and swallowing. Then Billy called, "Hey sucking boi, turn him around, I need some of that honey milk."
I had plenty for him too.
Finally I got back to myself as I hung on to the edge of the bar, breathing deeply. My two buddies crawled back and exiting the back of the bar space, they walked into the room, arms around each other. Why not? They were cum eating buddies.
Billy rejoined his mystified friend. Shane resumed his position at the bar and picked up his drink that was still there.
The phone rank. It was Joe, the owner. "How's business?"
"Haven't closed yet or counted the take."
"Any problems or troublesome customers?
"No everything is good."
Shane wiped his mouth. "See you tomorrow, save my spot behind the bar."
End