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The Bar Stool

It was a Friday night, the night that most guys go out looking for trouble. Not date night, which is Saturday, but the night that is for whoring and scoring.

Anyway, I put on my special pair of cut offs and a T shirt and headed out for the bars. There was one bar in particular that I liked. It had the usual main room with the mandatory pool table and some video games along the back wall. Not sure of the label, but it wasn’t a “twink” or “dance” bar.

The bartenders were always shirtless, well built rugged and wore very, very short cut-offs or just a jock. The patrons wore about the same, i.e. very few wore shirts, a few wore wife beaters, but the lower part of their bodies ran the gambit from jocks, underwear, shorts, jeans or leather. But unlike the bartenders, the patrons differed widely in their builds and the shapes of their bodies.

It wasn’t exactly sleazy, but there were two bathrooms, one was for sex and everyone knew which one it was. There was also a “smoking porch” off the back where more than cigarettes and cigars got smoked, if you know what I mean.

The bar was narrow. I walked in and the bar was about three-quarters full with a bunch of guys hanging around the pool table either just watching or waiting to play the winner.

I checked out the second bathroom. The door was unlocked and I peaked in. Some guy was on his knees sucking a guy off and they both waved me in. “Thanks, later.” I said and closed the door.

I went out back and in the far left hand corner was a ring of backs which meant that some guy they were circling was getting a blow job. I walked over to check it out. Wrong, this guy was getting fucked. So, the bar was in full swing.

I sat on a stool in the back of the bar, ordered a drink and started to watch the room. It was a fair, not great night. I sat there for about 30 min. and then turned to the guy sitting next to me and said “If I put my T shirt on my stool will you hold it for me? Gotta go pee.”

“Sure.” He said then looked me straight in the eyes, grinned and asked, “Which one you going to so I’ll know how long you’ll be?” “Depends” I said as I grinned back.

I looked in on the smoking room to check out the action. The guy getting fucked had been replaced with a guy getting a blow job. Good old dependable back left corner, I thought. The door on the second bathroom was locked, Killjoys! I went into the first, did my business and headed back to my stool, sat down on my T shirt looked over to the guy holding my stool and said “Thanks.”

“No problem. Get what you needed done?” he said half teasingly.

Before I could answer, I felt a very hairy, very strong very muscled, chest press very tight up against my back and heard a whisper in my ear “Don’t turn around.” His hands came around to my chest, cupped my pecs, massaged them, grabbed and tweaked my nipples and ran themselves up and down my abs, “Nice definition.” “Thanks. Not bad yourself from what I can feel.” and I pressed my back harder against his chest.

The guy sitting next to me looked him up and down but tried to be discreet. He did, however, look at me, smile, raised his eyebrows and nod affirmatively.

The guy kissed the back of my neck. He had a beard, short and closed cropped. He then rubbed it along my neck, presumably because he knew how good it felt and how sensual. My leaning back into his beard and sighing might have also been a clue. I got immediately hard. I know, I know, guess it doesn’t take much, but frankly after 4 days without sex, no, no it didn’t take much.

He ran his hands down my back and tried to cup my ass with both hands. I pushed my ass back off the stool to give him a better grip. He took full advantage of the new position. He grabbed both cheeks from underneath, put each in a well cupped hand and began to squeeze and massage. I pushed back farther. He dug under deeper. This went on until my ass was almost completely off the stool and each full cheek was sitting in one of his hands. He was very good at giving ass massages, very good, indeed. As he massaged my ass his hands moved from the outside of the cheeks slowly inward until his baby fingers were in my crack. I mean literally inside my crack.

Guess it’s time to tell you that the reason these cut offs are my “special” pair is that from the waist band to the crotch, the seam running down the back along the ass crack is cut completely open. Do I have to tell you that I don’t wear underwear with these? So, either he got what I hope was a pleasant surprise or he saw this when I made my trip to the bathroom. Probably the latter, after all he did come up on me pretty fast after I sat down.

Each of his index fingers made their way, as best they could, into my crack. He pulled them out and inserted the next set. Then he got to both middle fingers, but there were still a lot of fingers, knuckles and hand blocking proper insertion, so he withdrew everything and stuck one middle finger deep inside. He massaged my hole for awhile (did I mention that he was very, very good at massages?) then withdrew his middle finger just enough to be able to add his index finger to the probe and insert both. Again he massaged. Then he tried a third. The three folded together to form the thickness of an average sized cock. He massaged for much longer and deeper. I rotated my ass around to help. After he withdrew this combo, he again pressed his hairy chest hard against my back and perhaps encouraged by my reaction to his beard, ground it all over my back. I leaned back and into his chest to make closer contact and to do some rubbing myself. A slow quiet sigh may have escaped from my lips. What a sensuous feeling to have his chest hair rubbed all over my naked back. If I wasn’t already hard, I would have popped a boner.

He stuck the three fingers into my mouth. I sucked. He removed his fingers from my mouth and kept his chest pressed against my back. While he was leaning tight against me to press his hairy chest harder against my back, I felt the head of his cock at the bottom of my crack and him drag the head to the top of my crack. He then leaned in, pushed the head back down and laid the top part of the entire length of his cock against the length of my crack. He rubbed it up and down, slowly several times.

I leaned forward from my waist and up farther over the bar pushing my ass out. I didn’t lean directly on the bar so as not to attract attention. Just a little over my elbows resting on the bar and lifted my ass higher and farther off the bar stool. This time as he pressed his cock against my crack and rubbed the head of his cock up and down my crack he stopped when the head got to my hole, slowly stood up fully and just as slowly his cock slipped deep inside my hole. I felt his cock enter my hole; first the head and then the entire shaft. He felt wonderful.

He couldn’t pump vigorously without attracting attention, so the fuck was slow, sensuous, smooth, alternating long and short strokes. In and out, in and out, in and out…My ass loved what he was doing. My ass moved up and down his cock to help what he was doing.

This went on for a good long very pleasurable while. Then he stopped, grabbed my hips, pulled them in and down on his cock hard and shoved his cock in even deeper and stopped all motion. He leaned his forehead into my back. I felt him warm cum fill my ass and admired how silent he was.

He pulled out and walked away. I only saw his back as he left the bar. His shoulders were broad and he was wearing very faded very tight jeans over his bubble butt.

I sat there a minute or two to regain my breath and the guy next to me who had helped save my seat said “Bartender, a refill for my friend pointing to me. “Oh no, this one’s on the house” said the bartender, looking at me and smiling “For the show.”

“Didn’t think it was that obvious” I said to the guy sitting next to me.” He smiled, tilted his head pointing behind me. I looked around and saw a group of guys close in, surrounding me. As I turned, they smiled and lifted their beers in a toast. So much for being discreet.