Date: Sat, 27 Feb 2016 19:20:33 +0000 (UTC)
From: simon peter <simon23232@yahoo.com>
Subject: Crying Wolf

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CRYING WOLF

By Simon Peter

I don't usually frequent public gay places for a variety of reasons. But
around four years ago, I visited this gay bar named Wolf Bar.

I was a bit nervous going in. The lights were not overly dark, but not
bright either. The music was pretty loud. I walked over to the bar and
ordered a scotch on the rocks, full ice, my favorite drink. The place was
not crowded but was fairly full. As I started sipping my drink, sitting at
the bar, I began to check out the clientele. Most were older men, some
bears, but a few were quite interesting.

On my right, there were two guys chatting, one taking the seat next to me,
the other standing in the small space between us. The seat on my left was
empty. It was difficult to listen in on conversations because of the loud
music, but I could tell the two guys next to me were quite intimate with
each other. The one who was sitting on the bar stool had his hand on the
standing guy's hip, and the standing guy was pressing his crotch on his
friend's knee and thigh. Of course, the scene got me excited, but sadly I
was totally ignored by the pair. They were too engrossed by each other.

Ten or fifteen minutes later, I felt some movement to my left. I swiveled
and was surprised to see this "gorgeous" woman climbing into the bar stool
next to me. She had long blond hair-very evidently dyed-huge boobs, almost
popping out of her tight blouse and a short skirt showing hot female
thighs. She ordered some kind of pinkish cocktail with a straw. Apparently,
she was a regular customer because she started a light conversation with
one of the two barmen, the one I had had my eyes on when I first ordered my
drink.

This barman was in his early twenties, probably the youngest person in the
place. He had a pony tail, a killer face, and a nice slim body. A couple of
times, he noticed me starting at him. He would smile and wink. I learned
that his name was Moustafa; the female called him Moto. Although I'm not
much into large boobs, I couldn't avert my eyes away from this woman's
breasts. Moto noticed. When she left to go to the bathroom, he bent across
to me over the bar and whispered with a snickering smile, "She's a guy, in
case you were wondering."

He must have seen the surprise on my face because his smile got wider and
more amused. I stared at the light patch of chest hair that appeared
through his shirt opening, and I whispered back, "I'm not into boobs." My
stare made sure that Moto understood what I was really "into."

Moto noticed my stare, of course. He put his hand on the hair patch,
rubbing a little, and surreptitiously undoing two buttons. I gazed at the
beautiful flat chest and the trail that led down to his waist. "You prefer
something like this, then?" he asked.

I wasn't used to flirting with a barman, and I was surprised that Moto
would actually flirt with me, which he obviously was doing. "Uh, yes," I
answered.

Moto moved his hand down to his crotch, slightly fisting his bulge and
keeping the smile. Before he could say anything, I commented, "And that,
too."

He placed both hands on the bar counter in front of him, leaning, showing
his bare chest inside the shirt, and whispered, "I take a cigarette break
in ten minutes out back, if you're interested." And he moved away to serve
another customer who came up to the bar to order a drink. I swiveled around
on my stool, considering whether I had the balls to follow Moto outside and
decided that it wouldn't be much of a risk if I did so. He looked so hot
serving drinks. He kept glancing at me and smiling. I still couldn't
understand why a barman would flirt with a customer.

As I waited, some guys started dancing. There wasn't so much groping and
touching. Most of them were showing their dancing moves. I would have
preferred a more erotic type of dancing, but all the while Moto was on my
mind.

A while later, I felt a tap on my shoulder as Moto led the way to the back
of the bar. I followed, as discretely as I could. Outside, I noticed that
the back door led to the parking lot where I had parked my car. Moto was
leaning at one of the cars, lighting a cigarette. When he saw me come out,
he grabbed his crotch and winked. It was fairly dark, but I was able to see
clearly since the bar itself was not brightly lit.

I walked the few meters over to where Moto was. I replaced his hand with
mine, feeling his equipment. He was already hard. "Have you parked your car
here?" he asked in a low voice.

I led the way to my car which was conveniently wedged between two other
cars on both sides. As soon as we slid between my car and the one next to
it, Moto unbuttoned his jeans and took out his dick. Without hesitation, I
knelt, grabbed the hard cock, and sucked. Looking up at his cute face, I
noticed that he was humping my throat and still smoking his cigarette. This
for me was so sexy that I hungrily swallowed his shaft to the base.

Moto was not hung, but he had a decent-sized cock, cut and with a thick
knob. At first I would stop whenever his knob hit my throat, but after a
while, I was able to swallow the whole cock. When Moto realized that I was
taking all his cock into my mouth, he increased his jamming until he shot
his load. I let go of his dick and stood up. He flicked away the cigarette
butt, pulled up his jeans, shoved his semi- hard and wet dick into his
underwear, buckled up and smiled at me. The whole episode lasted for the
time it took Moto to smoke a cigarette!  "Thanks," he said. "I really
needed that. You suck cock very nicely."

"Nicely?" I mumbled, still tasting his salty cum.

"Well, yea. You swallowed my cock and my jizz. That's really nice."

"I've had some practice, you know," I commented flippantly, as I reached
for my wallet, considering how much I should tip the guy. After all, I
thought he did this with many clients, hoping to inflate his income.

"Man, what the fuck? I don't want to be paid for getting a blowjob," he
said with a little anger in his voice. He sounded quite offended. "If
anything, I'm the one who should pay you. You sucked my dick, man! Anyway,
your next drink is on me. You can wash down my jizz with it!" And he walked
back to the backdoor motioning me to follow him. "You can't use the main
entrance, so when you get in make as if you're returning from the toilets,"
he advised.

When I got back to my stool, there was another guy occupying it. Moto
handed me another scotch and I stood at the bar next to the new guy. He was
good looking, with a goatee, around 35 years old. We said hi and started a
light conversation. He sounded like a nice guy. Every now and then, I would
look over at Moto and my body would shiver. Even with the scotch, I still
tasted his cum.

"So what do you do for a living, Amir?" Ralph, the guy I was chatting with,
asked me.

"Oh, it's boring. I'm in insurance. You?"

"I'm in marketing," he answered.

"That's much more interesting."

Ralph was now facing me, sitting on the bar stool, legs open, which placed
me right between them. I imagined what it would be like if we had been
alone and naked. I was still very horny after blowing Moto. I needed some
release.

Ralph and I kept up the conversation for a while. Then he slid off the
stool, his body pressed onto mine, as he said, "I think I need some fresh
air."

"Yea," I said. "It's getting quite stuffy in here. We can go out for a
while."

Moto overheard me. He came closer and said to the both of us, "If you like,
I can let you out through the backdoor. This way, you can walk back inside
without having to use the main entrance."

Moto knew what was going on. We followed him and walked out into the
parking lot. As we walked towards where I was parked, Ralph placed his hand
on my butt and rubbed.

"You are quite attractive, Amir," he said in a low voice.

I placed my hand on his crotch and squeezed. "So are you, Ralph."

When we got to the car, I unlocked and climbed into the back seat, turning
the cabin light off. Ralph clambered behind me. We kissed and fondled each
other. Ralph slipped down his pants and underwear to show an impressive
erection.

As I took Ralph's uncut cock into my mouth, I kept thinking that I wanted
more than giving blowjobs to men. I wanted real sex. So I undid my pants
and pulled them down. I got out of the car. Ralph slid out after me. I bent
over the side of the back seat with the car door open. Ralph squatted
behind me and spread my ass cheeks. He started licking into my crack. His
tongue was warm and probing. I was moaning and grinding my cock on the car
seat as I enjoyed his tongue fucking.

Then he straightened but kept his hand on my back, pressing me in the same
position. I turned my head around to see him fishing out a condom from his
shirt pocket. "Let me," I said and turned around to sit on the car seat,
sideways. He handed me the condom. I placed the condom ring between my
teeth and put it on his cockhead as he pulled back the skin. Using my lips
to press, I rolled the condom onto his cock, letting the shaft disappear in
my mouth. He had an average size cock so I was able to reach the base of
his cock shaft without gagging. As I withdrew my lips, I made sure to apply
a lot of spit on his condom-covered tool. Preparing ourselves for some
fucking, we suddenly heard the bar backdoor open. We quickly squatted
between the cars and peeked up to see who it was. To our surprise and to my
elation, it was Moto.

Moto sauntered by straight towards my car. "I knew you guys were going to
be here," he said smilingly. Then he looked at Ralph's cock which has lost
some of its erection as we stood up. "I'm on my second break," Moto
continued, undoing his jeans buttons, "and I thought maybe I could join?"

Without waiting for an answer, Moto pulled down his jeans and shorts,
already sporting an erection, and sat on the side of the back seat with his
legs spread open. I took my cue and bent over to take him in my
mouth. Ralph was stroking his dick and it didn't get him too long to get it
hard again as he watched hot Moto's dick disappear into my hungry
mouth. Moto's cock tasted saltier than the first time I sucked him.

Ralph thrust into me. My moaning on Moto's dick made Moto moan too, the
vibrations giving him extra thrill. Ralph held my hips and fucked. Nice,
slow, long thrusts. I met his pumping by pushing back onto him and
swallowing Moto's cock in spite of the sudden pain I felt when the hard
cock penetrated me. As Ralph fucked deeper, I grabbed onto Moto's thighs
for balance. I felt dizzy and weak.

Suddenly, Ralph froze and shot his load. When he withdrew, I actually heard
his cock pop out of my ass. I didn't let go of Moto's cock, who was
apparently enjoying the sensation of fucking my mouth.

I heard the rustle of Ralph's clothes as he pulled up his pants. I thought
he was going to walk away or wait and watch. Instead, to my surprise, Ralph
sat on the asphalt and squeezed himself between me and Moto. He fisted my
semi-hard cock and started to blow me. In no time I was fully erect. Moto
was also surprised. He placed one hand on the back of my head controlling
the rhythm of his fucking my throat, and his other hand on the back of
Ralph's head guiding him onto my dick.

I loved the sensations. My ass was still recuperating from having gotten
ploughed. My throat was loving Moto's hard and throbbing knob and my lips
were massaging his shaft as it moved in and out of my mouth. My cock was
sliding so beautifully into Ralph's mouth as he gulped and splurged on it.

Both Moto and I shot our loads at the same time. The second I felt Moto's
dick harden and pulse with his first squirt, I shot deep down Ralph's
throat. Moto's squirts filled my mouth and I swallowed his jizz. Ralph
wasn't doing as well with mine. I felt him pull away after my first spill
in his throat, gagging and spitting. My other squirts hit him in the face.

Spent and breathing hard, the three of us stood next to each other, fixing
ourselves. Moto wiped off his cock using paper tissue from my car. Ralph
was wiping my cum off his face and trying to wipe some that stained his
shirt. I was enjoying the taste of Moto's man juice, my cock still
twitching as I stuffed it back into my underwear and pulled up my pants.

When we walked back into the bar, it was around 1 o'clock after
midnight. Many of the clientele had left. Those who remained were making
out, a little kissing and groping, but anything more serious than that
would not be allowed inside the bar.

Moto placed two drinks before us on the bar, a scotch for me and a mohito
for Ralph. "This is for you guys on the house to wash down the juices," he
whispered with a wicked smile.

It was quite an evening, I thought. Although I had wished for some action
before I arrived earlier, I had never imagined it would turn out the way it
did.

The other few occasions that I visited Wolf Bar, nothing too serious
happened. I sucked Moto off a couple of times. But he wasn't into anything
more serious. All the kid wanted was a good blowjob and it looked like he
enjoyed the way I sucked him. I certainly did!