Date: Tue, 8 Dec 2015 09:26:16 +0000 (UTC)
From: Rob Roaa <zeusnmyblood@yahoo.com>
Subject: Str8 Guy At A Gay Bar

The usual warning, if you are under age please stop now, if you are old
enough and like male to male sex please read on.  Always practice safe sex,
and if you like my story let me know.  Feel free to e-mail me at
zeusnmyblood@yahoo.com

Str8 Guy at a gay bar.

I'm an urban planner. I moved to Detroit about 8 months ago and I work as a
liaison between the state and the city.

I live in an area called palmer woods, It's a very historic place.  They
are cleaning up and trying to bring more businesses back to the area.

My name is Sky.  I'm 6'2, 220, all muscle 29 years old, grey eyes, normal
boy next door build.  My mother is full Cahto Native American and my father
is half African American and half Italian.

I'm a very mixed up mutt.

When people look at me, they always ask what my background is.  I find it
fun for them to try to guess.

Since I do a lot of my work from home and in the community, I was saving up
for a car.  So I got to know my area very well while walking.

My area had a few new places, popping up, but no good bars that I liked.  I
stumbled onto a bar one day walking pass, and I heard a hot mixx coming out
the door.  The guy that went in let the door slam behind him.  When I tried
to open the door it was locked, and I saw a doorbell and rang it.  They
buzzed me in.  Once I was in, things seemed a little weird.  The music was
great, there were lots of older guys there and there were rainbows and sex
toys plastered all over the place.  I had just entered my first gay bar.

I would go back once or twice a week for happy hour, listen to some great
music, and chat it up with some cool bartenders.  Ohh yea, did I mention
I'm str8?

I started to befriend one of the bartenders named Chris.  He is 23, just
graduated from college, and works happy hour a lot.  He's 6'3 252, small
gut, great smile. White guy with strawberry blonde hair, And is super
cheery and peppy.

We talk about sports, and school and work, he sometimes will jokingly hit
on me, but it's just a joke we laugh and everything is cool.

This past winter was one of the worst the state had ever seen.  It was
horrible.  I was stuck in my house for days at a time.  A lot of places
didn't open because of was so cold and too hard to get through the feet of
snow we kept getting.  One place I knew I could go grab some food and
drinks was the gay bar.  No matter what the weather, they were always open.
I stopped by one day at about 4pm and Chris was there.

"Hey dude, what are you doing here? Don't you normally have Tuesday off?" I
asked.

"Sky!!! What up boy?

Yea the other bartender couldn't get here so I picked up his shift.

And how do you know? Have u been coming here and cheating on me?"

We laughed, as I sat down Chris started to pour my vodka gimlet and asked
if I wanted any food.

I ordered chicken tenders and fries and he turned on the music.

We chatted for a while, I ate and before I realized it was almost 6pm. I
pulled out my ipad sent some emails and kept drinking.  No one, not one
soul had come in the entire time.

Chris and I just chatted it up and he joined me, and drank the entire time.
Talked about our families, how we grew up, I told him how I was a hardcore
party kid in college and part of high school.  And he told me how he was a
goodie guy.

I looked at my phone and it was 8:30.  Where the hell did the time go?  I
stood up to go pee and almost fell on my face.

"Holy fuck dude, are you ok."  Chris rushed from behind the bar to help me.

"Fuck! Yea I'm good, I stood up and every one of my drinks hit me. My feet
wouldn't move."

We both busted out laughing.  I got myself together and made my way to the
bathroom.  I never realized but as the day goes on, this bar gets darker
and darker on the inside.  Without the club lights on, you can't see the
dance floor or the couches in the back. I made my way to the restroom.

I looked around to notice I'm standing at one of many urinals with no
privacy walls.  Is this a common thing in gay bars?

When I came back out Chris had changed.  It was warmer in the bar.

"So what, you're about to take a nap?" I asked.

Chris was in sweat pants and a tank top that had the bars name on it.

"Dude it just got hot as balls in here. And I'm about to clean."

He was right, the heat was blowing hard, and I was sweating, I'm guessing
the 6+ gimlets weren't helping either.

I took off my hoodie, which left me with a v neck tee on.

Chris looked at me.  "I swear for a str8 guy, you are pretty gay" he said
laughing.

"What the hell do you mean?" I asked

"I can tell u shave your chest, when you come in here you're soo groomed
and put together, all the old guys call you a str8 twink."  He was red from
laughing so much.

"What is a twink?" I said confused.

"Twinks are the super gays of the gay world.  And you look a little like a
jock and a twink mixed, sort of a twonck"

When Chris said that I couldn't control myself, I spit out my drink and was
coughing and laughing so hard!  "Well thank you for that amazing gay
lesson.  And I don't manscape, I'm naturally this way, not much hair... any
where, and I take pride in my look.  So if people think I'm gay for it.  I
don't care, besides even if I were gay, none of the oldies around here
could have me."

Chris shook his head at me.

"So what do you mean that you naturally not hairy?"

I stood up, and lifted my shirt, to show my entire torso, I had some light
hair on my chest and a small bit going down my lower stomach that
disappears in my pants.

Chris' eyes lit up a bit.  When I saw that, I had to tease him.

"See, come here rub it."

Chris slowly came from around the bar; I grabbed his hand and slid it
across my chest and stomach.

Chris got really shy, and started turning bright red.

He pulled his hand away and shook his head at me. I knew I wanted more of a
reaction out of him, so I had to turn it up a bit more.

"So now what do you have to say, I would show u my pubs but I don't want
you getting too excited over something you can't have."

I laughed as I sat back down to my drink.

Chris' eyes got as big as a Frisbee.

"Oh kiss my ass!! You're no one to get excited about." He exclaimed "Well
that's not what the other guys have told me, they said you call me your
little moccasin, and that you eagerly await the days I come in here."

Chris was blushing again, and was almost speechless, until his drunken mind
finally allowed him to rebuttal.

"What ever they told you, is bull, and if I wanted you, I would have had
you by now."

Chris was leaning over the bar looking me right in the eyes.  I could tell
he wanted me, but he refused to say it.  When he leaned back over the bar
it was clear.

"Well your lips are saying one thing, but your raging member is saying
another, maybe u should have kept on those jeans"

Chris looked down to realize his rock hard dick showing through his
pants. He closed his eyes and ran laughing to the bathroom.

I'm not sure why, but I was getting a major kick out of this.

Chris came out of the bathroom still smiling.  He couldn't look at me,
which made it weird because we were the only people in the bar.

Chris had his back to me, cleaning the bottles on the bar. His voice broke
through the music when he asked; "so who told you all this stuff?"

I couldn't help but have a huge grin on my face, "your boss did, when he
met me a few months ago, he said ooh you're the one that Chris talks about
all the time, you really are spank bank material"

Chris put his head down and shook it again.  This time it was even better
because it wasn't towards me.

"I've never beat my dick to the thought of you fyi"

He bashfully spoke.

"Why the hell not, im sexy as fuck, charming as hell, and I drink pure real
pineapple juice all the time, I'm the best of the best when it comes to
spank bank material, and you haven't even seen my dick, if you had, then
you really would touch yourself when you thought about me."

Chris dropped the bottle he had in his hand.

He slowly turned around and his mouth was open with a complete look of
shock.

All I could do was laugh and laugh.

"Dude!! What. The Fuck. Is wrong. With you!!???"

His reaction made me laugh harder "You know what; we are done talking about
you, and me, and you and me. Im over it"

He slid another drink in front of me.

Once I was able to compose myself I knew I needed to leave.

"No I'm good, I'm about to brave the snow and go home."

Chris never turned back to face me "The hell you are, I'm only open until
12, you're staying and ill take you home, all your shit is free today
anyway so sit your ass still.

I couldn't complain about it. So I sat there and enjoyed my free liquor.

It was almost 11 and all his cleaning was done, we sat there doing shots
and talking even more.  I was good and drunk when I started asking him
about some of the toys and kink stuff they had for sale and on the walls of
the bar.  After a nice gay sex lesson about butt-plugs, double dildos,
fleshjacks, and poppers, I wasn't sure how I felt about my vanilla sex
life.

"You sure seem interested in all this homo stuff, u want to take some
home?"

He jokingly asked

"No I'm good thanks, but the fleshjack is interesting maybe ill get one,
one day"

Chris got up and went to the glass cabinet.  He pulled out a box and
brought it over.

"If you get one get this one, it's the best, easy clean up, adjustable
pressure, its awesome."

"Why do you know about these? Especially since I've heard you're a huge
whore, why would you need one of these?"

"Wow... You really know how to sweet talk a guy Skyy.  And I am not a
whore, I'm just sexually open to the world, I've fucked girls, but I prefer
guys, and I like some kink and rough play, but I'm always safe!"

It was good to know that he was doing what he wanted, but was also
responsible.

"Besides Chief, you said so yourself, you're sexy as fuck, so why would you
need that...

How many bitches have you knocked out since moving here"

I held up my hand and put up 2 fingers.

"WHAT THE FUCK!!! ONLY TWO!?  Are you dating one of them, are you at least
getting head on a normal basis?"

I hung my head in male shame.

"Nope... If I need to get off, it's me porn hub, and my trusty palm."

"Dude. I am so sorry. What the hell is wrong, do you have a baby dick or
something?"

He said as he grabbed my shoulder "If you do it's ok, I wont tell anyone"

All I could do was give Chris a dirty look.

"No ass hat, my dick is amazing, I just haven't met any girls I like here,
it doesn't help that I'm in a man on man bar once or twice a week."

Chris chuckled a bit, "Well maybe you should try man on man, you would be
getting off a hell of a lot more if you did"

He laughed at his own joke a bit too much.

By this time I was beyond drunk.  Starting to get bored, and couldn't
control what was coming out of my mouth or what I was doing.

I stood up behind Chris' bar stool grabbed his shoulders.  I rubbed them
nice and hard and leaned in; my mouth was right next to his ear.  Chris'
shoulders sank out of utter comfort.

I whispered in the sexiest voice I could; "if I did go gay, wouldn't you
want me to do it with you?"

I slowly let my hands fall from his shoulders down his chest, and softly
kissed his neck.

Chris' body quickly tensed up and he slowly turned in his chair to face me.

"What are you doing?"

Chris asked

I placed my hand on his thigh, and leaned close to his face, and let my
hand gracefully slid up his leg, as I got closer, I could feel his meat
stick stiffening.  I looked him right in the eye, and said; "Fucking with
you, until you tell me that you want me."

I leaned back, and smiled, Chris' face went from pleasure to devastation.
Chris was quiet

I picked up the fleshjack box from the counter and headed towards the
bathroom.  All of this man flirting was actually starting to turn me on a
bit.

As I headed to the bathroom with my new toy, I had to rub it in his face a
bit more.

"I'm going to try this thing out, thanks for the gift buddy, ill let u know
how I like it in a few."

I went in the bathroom picked the same urinal and peed.

Once I was done I left my dick out and was excited to try this contraption
out.

I opened the box, and pulled out the jack, it looked like a pair of lips on
one end, and it had a twist cap.

Now the reason why I was teasing Chris about my dick, is because since I
was a kid, I've known if I had nothing else in life to offer, I had an
amazing dick.  It's about 9 inches and good a thick, girls love it, and in
high school and college, guys on my soccer team talked about it.

I twisted the cap so that it was in the middle area for grip, and tried to
slide my flaccid dick in, but it was way too tight, I opened it up more,
and tried again, but still too damn tight.  I opened it all the way, and
tried, but after getting my tip in, it was uncomfortable.  What else did I
need to do, I guess ill read the instruction when I get home.

I picked the box up and was about to put it back in, when I felt a warm
breath on my neck.  I got super tense and worried, when I heard Chris
whisper into my ear.

"Here let me help you with that."

From behind, Chris took the jack from me and I heard him squeeze something.
He put the fleshjack back into my hand. I was about to try it out again,
but he stopped me before i could do anything.

"Nope not yet" he said.

I heard him squeeze something else, and his hands came around my body, like
he was giving me a hug from behind.  And that's when it happened.

I felt his hands grab my soft dick, and he slide them up and down my shaft.
With each pass, I felt my dick get more and more slippery.  After about ten
pulls my dick was getting pretty hard.  Chris put a small bottle on the
urinal, and I felt him press his body against mine.  I felt his hot breath
on my neck again.

"It's called lube, gets every guy into any tight spot, stick with me, and
you'll learn some things str8 boy". He licked the side of my neck and
kissed it very gently, my dick still in his hand, and growing.

"Seems like some part of you likes what I'm doing" he said.

His hand released my dick and grabbed the flashjack from me, he slid my
dick into the jack, and put the jack in my hand.

I felt him pull away from me, and heard him start to walk out.

When his voice broke the silence.

"Don't play too long I'm going to be locking up in a bit."

I stood there still, dazed, drunk, and confused.

What the fuck just happened?

Was I ok with what just happened? Was it my fault what happened?

How and why did it happen?

Why did I like it so much?

I've never found a guy attractive, or thought about being gay, but how that
just went down was pretty hott!  My dick is still hard.

I quickly realized I had this jack on my dick, I eagerly pushed and pulled
on it, as quick and hard as I could.  It felt soo good, if I couldn't have
the real thing, this damn sure would do!  It felt so good, and I could feel
myself getting closer and closer.

I stopped before I exploded in it.

I dropped the bottle of lube in the bottom of the box, and put the jack
back in.

I went to the sink to wash my hands.  It seems like it took forever because
the lube wasn't coming off my hands very easily.

Once I was done I did my best to straighten myself up, and hide my massive
hard on.

I walked out box under my arm.

"Soo..."

I quickly realized there was another guy in the bar with us now, he was
sitting at the farthest part of the bar I quickly put my toy down and sat
down in my seat, another drink and food was waiting for me, and Chris was
walking around the bar.  I studied the gentleman, he looked familiar.

Skyy this is Jon, he lives close by and came in for a drink before he made
his way home.

I smiled graciously, "Hi Jon it's a pleasure to meet you"

Jon got a sly smirk on his face, and it soured my mood instantly, why the
hell was he smiling like that at me.

Chris moved my toy to the seat next to him and sat down next to me.

Jon's flamboyant voice broke our silence.  "Well Chris, I didn't know you
could get a sexy guy like that!  How long have you two been seeing each
other?"

I perked up to Assert my heterosexuality to the old guy, but before I could
say a word, Chris' hand grabbed my leg.

"We've been seeing each other for about a month, I've just been keeping it
quiet, and this one just might turn this top, into a nelly bottom". I shot
Chris a look, and he gave me weird eyes as if to say, "it's ok"

We chatted with the old man for a couple of minutes about our pretend
relationship, before he got up to put on his coat.

"How much do I owe you Chris"

"$7 Jonny Boy"

Chris got up to go back behind the bar.  The old man pulled two bills out
of his wallet, and set them on the counter. "Keep the Change Chris, and
take the sexy man out for a nice date tomorrow, I heard its going to warm
up a bit.

I couldn't see how much he left and wasn't worried about it.  The old guy
went to walk out, and hesitated.

He turned around and spoke.

"Why don't you two do something that will give me a memory to keep warm as
I walk home."

Chris came around the bar, and grabbed my hand, we walked over to the old
guy, and I got really nervous.  Chris gently held my head, looked me in the
eye, and said "Come on babe, don't be shy" and smiled sweetly.

He moved in towards me, and hesitated, I don't know what came over me, but
something moved my head and body into his, and we were making out with so
much passion.  The moment took me over, and my hands were roaming all over
Chris' body from his amazing back, to his high bubble butt, I cupped and
grabbed his ass, as our mouths seem to act out a choreographed fight scene
between our tongues, darting in and out back and forward. I forgot that the
old guy was even in the room.  Chris pulled away slowly, but stealing small
kisses.  He smiled and looked toward the door.

"Thank you Jon, Good Night."

"Hell, after that I wont need my little blue pill to get up tonight". You
boys have fun, and good night!

The old man walked out and the door slammed behind him.  Chris rushed back
behind the bar and went to the old man tab.

When he turned back around to me, he put a crisp $100 bill in front of me.

"Easiest $100 you'll make."

I just stared at him still high from the kiss, and confused by the money in
front of me.

"That was Jon, he's a regular around here, and he's an old perve.  He and
his husband have been together for over 40 yrs, if he sees any of the
bartenders with their boyfriends, he always leaves a huge tip for them, to
go out on a date.  $200 is the most I've ever seen him leave. So for you
being such a great player, you get half, thanks!"

I stood there still confused.  I took the money off the counter and put it
in my pocket.

Chris just stood there laughing at me, as he was doing his closing
paperwork, he came back to my side of the bar to count his drawer.

My curiosity was getting the better of me, Chris was counting his 5s when I
had to break the silence.

"I'm sorry but what's a top and a bottom"

Chris stopped counting for a second and then went back to it.

"...45, 55, 65, 75..."

He put his money down and turned to me.

He got a weird look in his eyes, he made sure to stare deep into mine, he
had a smirk that id never seen before.

"A top does the fucking, a bottom gets fucked"

He turned back around and started counting his 1s.

"So you're a top, for some reason, you seem like, you like to take dick,
more than give dick."  The thoughts that were going through my mind were
crazy to me.

"Well since you want to know, I like to give and take dick equally, does
that make you happy to hear?"

"I don't have a feeling either way about it, was just curious"

"Well you can always cure your curiosity kitten".  He didn't even look up
when he said it.

I don't know why I won't leave this cat and mouse game alone, but he keeps
turning me on, and now I am starting to get a little curious.

"kitten...i see now that you've touched my dick, your names for me are
getting a little more intimate.  Guess you really liked it."

Chris stood up, he turned to me like he was mad.

He was breathing heavy, and he had a mean look on his face.

"What the fuck is your end game Skyy, it was fun and funny at first, but
now I'm tired of it, what do you want from me!?"

I was shocked, I could see he was hurt, but for some reason I couldn't let
him win this.  I see he does have a rough side to him, so I want to see it
come out a bit more.

My voice broke the tension; I looked him right in the eyes, and spoke so
smoothly, no excitement, almost stoic.

"My end game is, I want you to stop lying to me and say it."

Rage filled Chris' face, he kicked his bar stool, and it clipped my leg as
it flew past me.  I didn't move, I acted as though I didn't even feel it.

Chris started yelling.

"Say WHAT, what am I suppose to say, what can I say to please you, what can
I say to make you happy!"

I stood up slowly, and walked close to Chris, we were less than arms length
away from each other.

Only to piss him off more, I again spoke very calmly.

"You know what I want to hear, just tell me the fucking truth.  Let me hear
it from you, and only you."

After those words crossed my lips there was no turning back, Chris grabbed
the middle of my tee shirt and pushed me across the bar, slamming me into
the wall.  Pain shot through my back and head, but I wouldn't let him see
it.  I stayed straight faced.  Tears filled Chris' eyes.  His lips and jaw
quivered.  I could see the fury building up inside of him, I'm not sure why
but I was getting so turned on by this, the heat was radiating from his
body, he had me against the wall, and I wasn't going to fight it.

I laughed out loud in his face, never breaking our powerful gaze.  I took
my right hand and grabbed the bottom of his face.

I made sure that my tone hardened and deepened.

"Fucken say it, let me hear it, you little bitch, SAY IT!"

Chris' grip on me weakened.  And his liquid filled eyes widened.

I could feel the force leaving Chris, and fear was starting to take over,
before he could let another thought enter his head, I knocked his hands off
of me, and I grabbed him, and slammed him into the same wall as hard as I
could.  Pictures fell to the floor, from the force.  I put my forehead
against Chris', and softly growled.

"Tell me Chris!"

Tears fell down his face, this man was turning into mush before my very
eyes.

He turned his gaze towards the floor, and as he spoke, he whimpered.

"I want you..."

My dick was jumping from hearing his words.

"What else Chris"

"I've wanted you since I first saw you"

I knew I had to keep it up. I needed to hear more!  "What else Chris" I
whispered "I have beat off, fantasizing about you fucking me"

It took everything out of me not to explode in my pants when I heard that.

"And what else Chris"

"I couldn't help myself I had to touch your dick when you were in the
bathroom"

"And finally Chris"

"I know that I will never be able to have you, and I'm pathetic for
thinking i could."

I couldn't help but have pure enjoyment when i heard those words.  A shit
eating grin came across my face, and that was the final bit that broke him.

He tried hard to hold back, but tears fell down his face.

I pushed against his body even harder, and I leaned in and whispered into
his ear.

"Thank you Chris, and your reward for your honesty, is going to be me
giving you everything you want."

I pulled away from him, and his face had confusion written all over it. I
pulled him into my arms, and kissed him with every ounce of passion I had
in my body.

Chris seemed to get weak, I slammed him back against the wall, and our kiss
never disconnected.  I felt his hands on my belt, and I ripped his shirt
over his head.

His body popped off the wall, and I slammed him back into it.  He pushed me
away from him, and I slapped him, Chris grabbed his face and I slammed him
into the wall again!  He grabbed my ass, and pulled my pelvis against his.

Our intense hard ons almost fighting each other through our pants.

I grabbed Chris in the throat, "You want to taste my dick"

He shook his head, while gasping at small bits of air.

I loosened my grip and Chris slid down the wall.

I undid my belt and the button to my jeans.

They fell to the floor.

Immediately Chris had his face in the crotch of my boxer-briefs. Rubbing my
throbbing rod with his face, and nibbling at it, through the tight fabric.
The feeling had me on the edge of exploding.  I felt Chris' cold hands make
their way the back of my legs, to my ass, and stopping at the elastic band
of my underwear.

I feel him hook his fingers into them, and slowly slide them down my body.

My dick flopped out, hitting Chris in the face.  He froze and looked up at
me.

"Open up" I commanded to Chris.

His mouth slowly widened, he let his head rest on the wall.  I stepped out
of my pants and boxers, and moved even closer to his squatted body.

The fat tip of my dick just millimeters from Chris' open mouth.

I placed one hand on each side of his head.

Chris gulped, knowing what was about to happen.

I slowly pushed forward, his lips closed around my dick, I could feel his
tongue searching for a place to rest as I invaded his mouth, I humped
slowly knowing he wasn't ready to fully take my dick.

Spit started to cover my rod, and his mouth slid up and down easier and
easier.

I started to speed my thrusting, my tip poking the back of this throat.
Chris gagged a few times, but he was taking it like a pro.

He pulled down on my swollen low hangers with one hand while grasping at my
ass for balance with the other hand.

I was in ecstasy Slowly fucking Chris' face.

But now it was time to turn it up I put my palm on his forehead, and
unleashed.  I pushed and thrust harder and harder, Chris' hands flew up
trying to hold me back, but he was no match for my power.  The sounds of
his gagging and gasping for air filled the room.  Slob and tears fell from
his face like water from a broken faucet.  "Yea, come on, swallow all that
meat, you said you wanted it, take it all the way down".

I couldn't help but to get even more excited by the sight of his struggle.

But I could tell he wouldn't be able to take much more.

I pushed about 5 more times before Chris' eyes started to bulge out from
choking too much.

I pulled my dick out his mouth fast!  And stepped back.

Coughing and gasping was all he could do.  He fell to the floor. Heaving,
and panting.

I walked over to one of the display cases and picked up a bottle of lube
and a rainbow towel that said "cum rag" on it.

I walked back to Chris, he was still on the floor trying to get oxygen back
to his head.  I kneeled down on the floor.  His water filled eyes looked up
at me.  His face shinny from his own spit and tears.

I took the rag and sweetly wiped his face clean.

He looked at me with a smile in his eyes. And I kissed him ever soo gently.
His billowy lips were sweet with the taste of my dick. I stood up and
offered him my hand. I pulled Chris up.  His body tense, I could tell he
was wondering; what next?

I led him to the dark back area of the bar.  There were couches that were
on the outside of the dance floor.

We went to the far back corner

We stood there, it was very dim, I took him into my arms and kissed him.

His hands made their way to his pants and they quickly fell to the floor.

I grabbed him, our naked bodies seemed to melt into each other.

While kissing, our positions had turned.  Chris broke away from me, and
pushed me onto the couch.  Chris straddled me.  We were again locked in
passion.  My dick was knocking on his back and ass, while his thumped
against my stomach. Chris grabbed the towel and small bottle of lube from
me.  He squirts some in his hand and turned while on me.  His strong hands
gripped my dick, and painted it with the lube.

When he turned back to me, he looked soo good.

Chris leaned towards me, his chest hit my mouth.  He grabbed a hold of my
dick, and directed it straight into his hole.

My head pushed through, and Chris let out a whimper.  He leaned back and
his head fell. "Dear God, you have a small dick for a whale".

His hole was so tight, tighter than any vag, and tighter than the
fleshjack.  He was so tight it was almost starting to hurt.  But as he did
deep breathing, he slowly fell further onto my tool, and the better he was
feeling.  I started to lift my hips to push deeper inside of him.

"whooaa!! You hold on, I'm in control right now." He exclaimed.

I guess I was hurting him.

Chris slid himself up and down. And rolled his hips around, my mouth feel
open from the feeling he was giving me.  He gripped the back of the couch
and leaned down to kiss me.  This time his kisses were hard. Almost mean.

He pulled back and I felt him thrusting and pushing harder.

My hands made their way to his hips, but I had no control.

His ass was bouncing up and down harder and harder at a pace and rhythm
that only he could keep.

I let out a moan, that I had never heard myself make.

The sound of Ass slapping legs and balls filled the air.  I moaned out
more, and Chris wrapped his arms around my head.  "Oh my god your dick
feels so good inside of me!"

The harder we humped the more I wanted to cum.  But it felt so good. I held
it.

I grabbed a hold of Chris, and flipped him on his back.  My member never
left his insides.

I shoved his legs back, and his knees into his chest.  His ass was up, his
hole was puckered with me holding it open.  Our eyes locked.

"DO IT, fuck the shit out of me"

With that, I went to work, pouncing up and down, in and out of him.

Our moans, yells and screams, patterned and mimicked each other.

Chris' breaths were short, his mouth open and eyes rolling in the back of
his head.

"Harder...Harder" he whispered.  I didn't know my body could move the way
it was.  Thrusting in and out with such speed and vigor.

"Don't stop, keep going!" There was no way I was going to stop, I wanted
every bit of me inside of him.

Chris forced his legs out of my grip and opened them spread eagle.  His
dick sprung free, and i grabbed it.  I pulled and tugged, using our sweat
as lube.

Chris' body started to tense.  And he let out a scream, moan and grunt.  I
looked down to see jets of cum flying out and landing all over his body,
the leather sofa, and floor.  With each jet, his body seemed to pulsate.  I
never stopped fucking him.  I continued to ram deep into his guts, trying
to fit my entire self into him.

Chris' body seem to melt in the sofa He laid there panting like a thirsty
dog.  I slowed down my thrusting, and leaned in towards him.  We kissed
while I slowly entered and exited his hole.  He moaned and his dick
twitched against my body.  I could feel myself filling up.

Chris pulled me in, he whispered into my ear "keep it in, cum inside of me"

Those words were enough to send me over the edge.  I couldn't hold back
anymore.  I lost all control of myself and let out a loud yell, and with
that, I was flooding his insides with my love in liquid form.

It seemed to never end, my body shuddered and thrashed, until I collapsed
on top of Chris.

We laid there mimicking each others breaths.

The room was quiet.  The sound of the furnace and heat blowing is all that
was heard. I forgot where I was, and started to fall asleep.

Chris' voice softly spoke to me.

"Hey I need to get you home"

With that we slowly pealed away from each other.  We wondered around the
empty bar finding pieces of our clothing here and there.  We never made eye
contact, never said a word.

We put on our clothes, and Chris started to lock up.  I tried to slip out
the door, but Chris wasn't having it.

"Where the hell are you going?" He said.

"I was going to walk home, so that you didn't have to worry about driving
me home in all this snow."

"Shut up, stay there im turning on the alarm, and yes I am taking you home,
that snow is ridiculous, and it's cold as a witches tit out there."

Chris turned to the wall, and hit a few buttons. Beeping started and he
walked towards me.

"Come on, my car is warming up"

We walked to Chris SUV which was already running. He must have auto start
for these crazy winters.

I got in, and it was warm.  I told Chris where I lived, and he took off.

The roads were horrible.  What should have only been a 5 minute drive,
turned into a 30 minute glacial adventure.

We slid and almost spun out.  When we finally got to my place, there was
one park right in front that had been dug out.

Chris took the spot, and parked his car.

We were silent during the drive, and now we are sitting here.  The tension
was thick, I sat and stared out the windshield.

Chris broke the silence "So will you be coming back to the bar? Or will you
fall off the face of the earth" He asked "I'll be back" I said "Just not on
the days that I work?" he asked softly "No ill come when you are working."
I said. Still without looking at him.

He seemed to be getting irritated with me.

"Let's not get fucking weird about this.  We can be good friends, I know
you're not gay. So just be cool, we never have to talk about it.  Let's
just be cool."

I couldn't say anything.

"well there goes not being awkward..."

"No I'm sorry, and you're right, today was fun, ill be in to see you, and
we do need to hang out.  I promise, it won't be awkward."

Now that I've said it, I have to hold myself to it.

"Thanks for the ride, and ill see you in a few days when this snow melts,
and I can walk over with out killing myself."

Chris smiled, "Alright, ill see you later this week"

I got out the car, and walked into my building.

Once I took off my coat and hoodie, the pungent aroma of sex filled my
nostrils. Not just sex, MAN Sex! I couldn't help but smile about it.

I went to change my clothes and heard a noise from out side, When I looked
out my window, I saw that Chris was trying to get out of his parking spot.
But there was no helping him.  I ran back outside.

"What happen?"

"As I was pulling out a snow plow came by and buried me in, im stuck"

There was no way he was going to be able to get out.

"looks like you are really really stuck."

"Yea ill have to call to get towed out." Chris looked worried.

"Well looks like you'll be coming in for a while"

I wonder what could come from this...