Date: Fri, 14 Apr 2006 13:00:22 +0100 (BST)
From: John Davids <anubisthejackel2003@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Straight Barman in a Gay Bar

I had only been at university for three months when I realised that I was
running into trouble. Not trouble with my studies which were going well,
nor trouble settling in and making friends. No. My trouble  was purely
financial, I was  spending money on textbooks and food at a rate  that
could not continue for long, I had to get a part time job
   I was speaking to a gay friend,  Mark Longthorn about the possibility
of getting a barman's job but he wasn't hopeful.  "It's a shame that
you aren't gay", he said, "cos I know that they want an experienced barman
where I work at the "Discretion Club" and that pays fabulous money, two
nights a week, ten hours at 15 pound an hour, and you can double that in
tips. However, you are required to work naked apart from a little leather
thong and thong sandals, you are bound to be propositioned by the
customers, who will certainly make remarks of a very personal nature. But
the big problem would be that you are certain to be groped every time you
leave the bar area to collect glasses. Now a straight guy couldn't stand
for guys grabbing his ass, feeling his cock and worse, even if those guys
are big tippers. It's a great shame cos you would be perfect for the job,
you have previous bar experience, you are slim, tall and really cute
looking, the  club members would really go for you in a big way."
    I thought for a moment and replied, " What if they thought that I was
gay, maybe I could tell them that I had a steady boyfriend, surely that
would keep them off me."  Mark laughed, "No chance, but it might just be
possible to convince the manager, as long as you don't hit the first guy
who tells you that you have a very fuckable butt or slides his hand up
your legs as you are bent over a table wiping it down. I remembered my
financial situation then asked Mark to have a word with the manager..
    A week later I was stripped down to my little black leather thong
behind the bar along with Mark. It was a Tuesday night and fairly quiet,
about twenty members in , all well behaved. Of course some of them made
remarks but I just smiled sweetly and thought about the money.
  Saturday night , however , was a different kettle of fish. I was
continually felt up every time I left the safety of the bar. Some loud
car dealers in an alcove table actually held me  down  while one of them
fingered my ass. Their leader then poked fifty quid into  my thong , so I
quickly controlled my boiling anger.
   After I had been there about three months I got used to all the verbal
and physical abuse, got on with the job, and counted the money coming in.
Some nights I started to get quite horny after all the touching and had
to wait to get back to my room on Campus before jerking off.  It was on
such a night that I had my experience with another guy. i was working
with Mark when he noticed that I was more than a little hard under my
thong, taking me out the back he pulled the thong down and started
sucking my cock.
  Now, a few months earlier I would have stopped him, but I just leaned
against the wall while my kneeling friend  swirled his tongue around my
helmet whilst his fingers caressed my balls. After about ten minutes of
this treatment, I shot loads of hot cum into my fellow barman's mouth.
Unfortunately, whilst we had been involved, the number of people
requiring drinks had risen, and one of the thuggish car dealers had seen
Mark and I performing.
       They called Mark over to their table and spoke to him. When he
came back he was as white as a sheet. "They are threatening to tell the
manager that we were having it off and they had to wait for their drink,"
he grimly said, " they have a lot of pull and the manager is sure to sack
us. In return for their silence  they want us to put out for them as soon
as the club closes."
    Sure enough as soon as the other customers left the club we were
called over to their table. There were eight of them, all big guys,
mostly in their 30s or 40s. Mark was bent over one side of the table and
I was bent over the other. I saw one of the guys rip Mark's thong off ,
lube his ass , then drop his own trousers and pants. The crowd counted
down Three....two... one. and a large cock was rammed into My fellow
barman's bottom. No sooner had Mark been impaled up the ass when another
erect cock was forced between his lips.
   I knew that I would be next and sure enough I was soon to feel fingers
coated with a cool lube delve into my virgin ass hole. "This guys real
tight" said my assailant, " I think that he is still cherry."  With that
a great whoop went up, and I felt a large cock forcing it's way between
my ass cheeks.  I thought that i would be torn as the cock passed through
my rosebud, only stopping when the guy's balls pressed firmly against my
butt cheeks.
   He then started to fuck me with long, powerful strokes, while at the
other end someone held my nose until I was forced to open my mouth. Like
my friend Mark I was getting it from both ends,  The thrusts from the
cock up my ass forcing me to swallow more of the cock in my mouth. I had
never been so frightened , but at the same time so excited in some
perverted way.
    I cannot tell you just how many guys fucked me or how many cocks I
was forced to suck, all I know is that our ordeal started shortly after
midnight and finished about two in the morning. We managed to clean
ourselves up but there was still a trickle of cum leaking out of our much
abused asses, and my mouth tasted of cock juice for days afterwards,
despite cleaning my teeth almost constantly.
     That could have turned me off sex for good , but it didn't. Mark and
I who had always been mates became lovers. Mark said that he wanted to
show me the gentle side of guy on guy lovemaking, and he did. One thing I
didn't have to pretend to be gay anymore.