Date: Mon, 16 Dec 2013 10:26:55 -0600
From: Aaron Zayne <mountnbare@gmail.com>
Subject: Barback Bareback

Barback Bareback by Aaron Zayne


"Aaron, get your hairy ass off the couch and come down here, the rodeo guys
are doing the bust!"


I wasn't a big beer bust bear. Over the years the Denver Wrangler's Sunday
booze became more watered as my hangovers jumped off the scale. My job
required function at a higher level on Monday so the partying was done on
Friday and Saturday nights.


Sunday, as the lord intended, was reserved for recovery. So when Chris
called on Sunday afternoon demanding I come down to the Denver Wrangler
Beer Bust and support the "community", I really tried to beg off but he
wouldn't hear it.


I pulled on some baggy cargo shorts, an old wife beater and a pair of ratty
Jesus sandals then headed out the door. The one day stubble on my shaved
head offered no relief from the wicked heat as I drove to the bar in my old
CJ-5.


Terrible fucking hot! At 6'-0" and 230 pounds, I'm a muscle bear that
prefers the shade on hot August afternoons. By the time I hit the Denver
Wrangler I was drenched in sweat and needed a cold one.


 The doorman was a sexy bitch; Joe if I'm remembering right. He usually
worked behind the bar where I had flirted with him on a number of
occasions. Joe was a hot little muscle cub. Short, 5' 6" tops, probably
early 20's, meaty and hot.

Tonight he was wearing nothing but a pair of dirty 501's tucked into black
Doc Martins. Messy 2" Mohawk (Mohawk's get me hard) topped the package. A
sexy patch of dark hair started between his beefy pecs and ran down that
muscular belly, teasing me as it disappeared into his jeans, the top button
open of course.


Joe had a wicked scar right below his rib cage; I had noticed it several
times. Today I reached out and ran my thumb over the textured ridge then
gave a little tug on his left nipple ring. I handed Joe the $5 tribute to
gay rodeo. He grinned, stuck out his tongue and winked. Fucking killer
smile!


 The chunky dude in a cowboy hat sitting next to Joe poured me a cup of
warm, flat beer.


The bar was hot. I immediately popped the wife beater off and tucked it
into the back of my sagging cargos.  The shorts, hanging low on my hips,
exposed a bit of pube and that nice little patch of hair at the top of my
ass crack! This look almost always got me fucked, but I wasn't hunting
today.


My ass was still sore from hosting a couple of muscle boy tops up from
Colorado Springs the night before. Cocaine, it's a hell of a drug! Those
Air Force cadets can fuck for hours given the right encouragement...


As always, the bust was packed. I waded through the crowd visiting with old
friends. Couldn't help but rub against the throng of hot, shirtless, sweaty
men. I gotta admit, I was in heaven and that man smell...Jesus Christ that
man smell, it's overwhelming!  I was ripe and horned up by the time I found
Chris. He was standing against a wall visiting with Carlos, a Puerto
Rican muscle
bear.


Carlos towered over me at 6'4". That beast was big, probably weighed 260
maybe 270 with a sick tribal tattoo running down his left arm. He was
wearing nothing but white basketball shorts and flip-flops. Carlos
glistened in the heat; the patch of fabric over his ass crack was wet with
sweat.


I had seen Carlos playing volleyball in Cheesman Park a few times and gotta
say he did it for me. Bitch was big and muscular with something massive
bouncing around in his shorts.  I was four beers deep by the time I slid in
between Chris and Carlos.


We'd been visiting for a few minutes when Chris said he had to head home. I
flashed with anger, pissed that he had the nerve to drag me away from the
comforts of my couch only to abandon me. I started to cut loose on my
skinny friend when Carlos slid his hand down my back and start playing with
that little tuft of hair at the top of my muscled ass cheeks.  Shut me down
quick.


At this point I really wasn't thinking about getting fucked. My ass lips
were still red, raw and puffy from Saturday night's Air Force cadet tag
team. But I had wanted this dark skinned bastard for months so I arched my
back a bit, inviting his probing.


Two beers later, Carlos had two fat fingers up my swollen fuck hole. I was
seriously in heat at this point. He was finger banging my ass as I gave his
hard cock some play through the thin material of his basketball shorts.
Held tight in a jock strap, his massive meat swung downward tucked in under
a set of hefty nuts. His dick was big and heavy. I was gettin wicked drunk
and started jonesing for his Rican cock!


Carlos kept up with the stealth finger fucking through two more beers as
the pressure on my bladder increased. We visited with the steady stream of
people passing by, not sure how many knew I had a big Rican hand working my
hole and frankly didn't care. Finally, not able to take it anymore, I slide
forward off his three fingers.


"Dude I gotta piss..."


Carlos brought his hand to those full beautiful lips and started licking my
ass butter off his thick fingers. "Hurry back, I'm gonna want some more of
this"

"Fuck yea" I said over my shoulder staggering through the crowd of hot wet
men toward the bathroom. That hot beer can get you wicked drunk!


In the bathroom only one bulb was working hanging naked from the ceiling.

I push open the far stall door. A tall skinny twink was sitting on the
toilet getting his knob sucked by a sexy old bear knelling on the sticky
floor. HOT, but I couldn't think on that now...I had to piss something
terrible. Next stall empty. The cargo shorts shoved down below my ass
cheeks, cock flopped out over the waistband.


 I leaned forward putting my hands on the back wall above the toilet, dick
hanging straight down over the filthy bowl. My 8 incher has a 2 gauge PA
looped through the head. It's a fun toy and great conversation starter in
the steam rooms at the Downtown "Y" but your piss goes everywhere! More
often than not you pee right down the front of whatever you're wearing.
They don't tell you this when you get the thing.


Finally relief as my cock started spraying piss into the filthy bowl.
Suddenly a hand on my right side brought me out of the piss bliss. The
stranger grabbed my muscled lat, fingers gently digging into my moist pit.
His hand slid down my side coming to rest on my waist, it gave me a slight
chill.  I groaned involuntarily. The stranger now grabbed me with both
hands pulling back slightly; a waiting hard cock was now resting its
inviting head between my meaty checks.



Arching back, I presenting myself.  Now braced against the wall, I expected
a giant black Rican cock up my wet hole. "I'm gonna breed you slut, I'm
gonna breed you good".


Too my surprise, it wasn't Carlos!  But at this point I didn't care. Dirty
talk gets me going. Cock swelling, I shoved back onto the anonymous tool.
My loose ass lips sucking in the breeders bone until his trimmed bush was
brushing against my butt.

Neither of us moved for a moment. He then leaned over my back wrapping his
right arm around my waist. He bit my earlobe then started trash taking in a
deep hushed voice quickly working into a full fuck.



"You like that don't you slut, you like my cock fucking you. Yea, you're my
bitch now. Milk my cock you whore. Your pussies wet for me. How bad you
want it? How bad you want it? You need my cock! You're my whore. I'm gonna
fill you slut. Bury my nut deep. Yea, fuck yea you bitch, you're my ass
slut now! I'm gonna cum in your ass you fucking slut! Here it comes
bitch...here it comes bitch...here it is..."

He drove into me hard and held still. I could feel his cock swell and pulse
as he emptied his nuts. "Fuck yea, take my load you fucking bitch".


I glanced back over my shoulder in the stall as he pulled out of my wreaked
hole. It was barback Joe!


The meaty cub had just buried a load deep in my ass. I stood up and spun
around. He leaned in and kissed me, driving his tongue deep as cum leaked
out my hole. Reaching around, Joe shoved a finger up my ass then brought it
to his lips. "We taste good!" He smirked then kissed me again. I could
taste our sex.


 Joe pulled away, picked my wife beater off the floor and cleaned his cock.
He buttoned his dirty 501's tucking my tank into the back of his jeans. Joe
pinched my left nipple, winked then headed back to the bar.


"Fuck yea" was all I could think as I pulled up my cargo shorts and headed
out to find Carlos. Getting back to the bust I found my big Rican and
pulled him in for a kiss. He could taste the sex in my mouth. "Dude, I need
your cock now!" I said steering Carlos towards the door.


Carlos fucked me in the parking lot bent over the jeep tailgate then breed
me again, back on the ground legs up, in the hallway outside the door to my
condo. That Rican beast spent an hour eating his, and Joe's, cum out of my
ass before finally sucking me off. We fell asleep, Carlos wrapped in my
arms.


Needless to say, I called in sick on Monday.


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