Date: Thu, 10 Dec 2015 11:27:05 -0500
From: Louis DePasquale <lounghent2@gmail.com>
Subject: Getting Turned at Rusty's Tavern

Getting Turned at Rusty's Tavern

By: Louis Charles DePasquale

The usual disclaimers apply. This is my original work. If male on male
sex doesn't interest you or you're under age then don't read it. I would
prefer no one post this on another site without my permission. Comments
are always appreciated and will be answered.  lounghent2@gmail.com


	Driving home from work I decided to stop at Rusty's Tavern and get
dinner and a beer. Rusty's was an institution in these parts. It's where
most of the guys in our county had their first drink; hell it was where
most of our fathers had their first drink. Rusty and now Rusty Jr. were
never much for checking ID. Since our only law enforcement was a part
time deputy who started drinking at the bar when he was 14 he wasn't apt
to make a fuss. The place hadn't changed in decades. PBR on tap and a
choice of 3 bottle beers. The cheapest rotgut liquor that Rusty could
get his hands on and of course some local moonshine under the bar. The
only saving grace the place had was Mary, Rusty's wife. She cooked lunch
and dinner at the bar 5 days a week; really good down home food. Today
being Thursday it would be her scratch made chicken pot pie. My mouth
started watering just thinking about it.

Pulling into the parking lot I saw the 4 bikes parked out front which
meant Butch and his boys were getting drunk in the bar. Our local bike
gang consisted of Butch and 3 of our friends from school. They got
drunk, rode around on their bikes causing trouble and getting into
fights. We grew up in the same trailer park, went to school together,
and knew each others secrets.  While they liked to fight and cause
trouble they were, for the most part, harmless. Heading to the bar I
ordered a draft and some of Mary's pot pie from Rusty Jr. who
happened to be behind the bar. I wandered over to the pool table to
watch the game between Butch and Trey. I was only watching for a few
minutes when Butch sank the 8 ball and won the game.

"Hey Peanut," he yelled out, "how's it hanging little buddy?" I hated my
high school nickname. At work I went by Robert and my friends called me
Bob, but to the guys I grew up with I would always be Peanut. The problem
was the nickname was very accurate; I stand at 5'4" and weigh in at a heavy
115 pounds. No matter what I do I can't seem to add an ounce of muscle or
fat to my frame. "Not bad," I answered back, "how are things with you
Butch?" "Ok I guess me and Mary Lou had another fight so she moved back
with her mother for a while.  SHe took the girls with her but left little
Butch with me.  "Little Butch" was a 6'5" 310lb offensive lineman in
his senior year of high school.  The shop is doing great had to hire
another mechanic" Butch inherited the only car repair shop in the area
when his old man passed a few years ago. "How's life in the big city?
You find yourself a girl yet?" I sold insurance over in Honey Brook. The
town had one stop light but everyone called it the big city. Living in
farm country it always seemed like there were more guys than girls and
farmers guarded their daughters like prized cattle. I still hadn't found
one interested in hooking up with me.

"Hey Peanut, your dinner's ready" Rusty Jr. called out. He put the plate
down on the bar with a fresh draft beer. I dug into the food with a gusto
finishing the draft in three pulls. Before I could even ask Rusty Jr. put
another draft down in front of me.

Now I've never been much of a drinker. With my size even after eating a big
meal it doesn't take much to get me drunk. But between the good food and
Butch and Trey sitting on either side of me urging me on, I kind of lost
track of how many drafts I had. When I finished eating I tried to stand up
and realized just how buzzed I was and knew that I needed to slow down or I
wouldn't be able to drive home.

Before I could fully stand up Butch and Trey, each with a hand on one of my
shoulders, pushed me back down on to the bar stool. "Come on little buddy
relax and live a little. It's been forever since you hung out and got drunk
with us.

You ain't gotta work tomorrow and we'll make sure you get home alright."
Between my full stomach and the buzz I was already working with I just
sort of nodded and Butch called out for another special draft for me.

We spent the next hour or so drinking and talking about this and that.
One of the problems with having a small body mass was a small kidney. I
needed to piss like a racehorse. Standing up I realized two things: I
was more unsteady on my feet than I expected to be and my dick was rock
hard in my slacks. Stumbling toward the bathroom I felt a pair of hands
steadying me. Here buddy let me give you a hand I heard Butch say. When
I walked in I figured that Butch would wait for me outside but instead
he helped walk me over to the long trough that served as a urinal. I
whipped my little dick out of the fly and let loose then I heard a
zipper and realized that Butch was pissing right next to me.

Don't ask me why I glanced down at his dick; I have no idea to this day.
I never really had a queer thought in my head. But look I did and
compared to my small piece Butch's 7 inches looked like a monster. I
turned bright red when I heard Butch chuckle and realized that he caught
me looking. Embarrassed I shook it off, zipped up, and turned to leave,
but Butch grabbed my shoulder and said "wait for me buddy." I ended up
sideways facing toward him and my eyes went right back to looking at
that big dick. I had no earthly idea why I couldn't stop looking at it.
Butch gave his a quick shake but rather than put it away he turned so he
was facing me stroking his dick hard. Watching Butch stroking his piece
brought mine back to full on hard.

	"That's alright buddy we all remember from gym class what a tiny
dick you have so you must be curious what a real man's dick looks like.
Look at it all you want" he said still slowly stroking his big piece of
meat.  He reached out his other hand and started to rub my little hard on
through my jeans. "Damn, Peanut, I knew you had a small dick, but this feel
more like a hard clit in your pants. No wonder none of the girls want to
date you, your little clit would do nothing for them. Is that what you got
a clit in your pants buddy?" he asked me; the sarcasm obvious in his
voice. I tried to deny that terrible statement but my mouth was dry as
sawdust and the words wouldn't come. I couldn't take my eyes of his beer
can thick big boy and his stroking and my baby dick was getting me so
unbelievably turned on.

When he put both of his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down so my
knees were on the piss-stained floor and I was face to face with Buch's
pride and joy. I tried to resist but a little extra pressure on my
shoulders put an end to it. Sitting on my knees with Butch's big dick in my
face I couldn't figure out why my dick was so hard and why I was horny as
hell. What I didn't know till much later Rusty had been serving me beer
laced with Viagra and something he get his hands on that kept the mind a
little cloudy.

	"You know buddy that little clit you got in your slacks can't
please a woman." His voice was wrapping tight around my brain and the words
were seeping in and making sense. How could my little dick ever please a
woman? Then his voice was back again "if you weren't put on this earth to
please women then maybe your purpose is to please real men. Come on Peanut
I'm really hurting man, Mary Lou hasn't touched my dick in weeks. If I
don't bust a nut soon my balls are gonna explode.  I need someone to just
give my big boy a stroke or two. Common help a buddy out!" That phrase help
a buddy out took my mind back into high school were the girls didn't put
out and the guys would help each other out with some mutual JO. Without
even realizing I was doing it my hand reach out and wrapped around his
dick. "That's it buddy help a guy out and keep stroking it."my legs and
started rubbing the underside of my balls keeping me on edge. "Yeah buddy
that feels so good!" I continued to run my stroker along the length of his
velvety smooth dick paying special attention to his large red mushroom
shaped head. Without me realizing it he moved closer till his big boy was
just inches from my mouth. All of a sudden he let out a little moan and I
could see a pearl drop of his pre hanging on the edge of his piss slit.

	"Look at that bead of pre just hanging on the head of my dick
little buddy why don't you taste it with your tongue you know you want to."
While there was a small voice in the back of my mind saying fuck no, the
beer and the drugs had opened my mind up and Butch's voice just seemed to
seep in.  As my tongue moved toward his dick head I heard his voice above
me "that's it buddy taste it, taste me."  I don't know why but I just had
to taste it. My tongue reached out and licked the pearly droplet. The taste
explosion inside my mouth was out of this world. The pre tasted of salt and
the bitterness of the tobacco he smoked but behind that was the taste of
what I can only describe as masculine maleness; a byproduct of all the
testosterone flooding his balls. How much of it was real and how much was
filled in by my mind I couldn't say but the taste was so good I went back
for more.

	I heard Butch let out a loud moan "that's right buddy boy taste me,
you know you want to. Damn Peanut I just knew you were half a faggot
and if I could get your lips on my dick you'd love it. The other guys
all told me I was crazy but little Rusty told me he knew a guy that
might be able to help.  ,Now here you are sucking my dick like a life
long fag I just never thought it would feel this good.  Oh God Damn,
swallow me down boy take me deep in your mouth!" I don't know why but
I was taking his dick as far as I could on each down stroke before
choking. I was determined to take him to the short and curlies, but
couldn't seem to get past the gag point. "That's it bitch choke on my
big boy" I kept using my tongue to lash the underside of dick head on
each up stroke. "Just relax buddy pretend like you are swallowing a
pull of beer and take me all the way." I followed Butch's instructions
and felt his dick head tickling my tonsils. My nose was in his pubic
bush and I could smell his odor. He smelled of soap and sweat and a
masculinity that I had never possessed. "That's it bitch learn what a
real man smells like. You're going to spend a lot of time with your
nose in my bush going forward."

	While I was taking in his raw odor Butch started deep stroking my
throat. The deeper and harder he stroked into my throat the more I
gagged and choked trying to get a handle on his big boy. "Now that's
music to my ears a fag bitch gagging and choking on my big meat stick.
Take it bitch boy you're going to be spending a lot of time choking on
man-meat from now on." Every time I thought I got a handle on it Butch
would thrust harder change his angle and I would start gagging all
over again. "That's it take it... yeah take it... Oh shit, here it
comes... about to fill you up with my swimmers buddy!" I could feel
his dick get even harder in my throat as he started to pull back. I
could feel and taste a big squirt of cum hit me as his dick head lay
on my tongue. Then he pulled out and shot the rest of his big load on
my
forehead and face. "Yeah, marking you as my bitch! ... I took your
mouth cherry... I wonder who's getting the other one!" With my mouth
full of his cum and my face glistening with more of it he grabbed me
by the arm and pulled me out of the rest room. "Hey Rust! You owe me a
hundred bucks and free beer for a week.  It worked like I told you it
would.  Put up the closed sign, Peanut or should I say bitch boy has
decided to give us a private party!" "Damn look at that bitch's face
covered with your cum" I heard Trey say. "Hell yeah" I heard Rusty
yell out "I've been waiting to pop that ass for weeks, ever since you
told me about your crazy idea. That chocolate covered cherry is mine!"

Hey guys not sure if I should leave this as a one off or keep the party
going. Let me know if you want a part 2!