Date: Sun, 24 Apr 2005 01:55:17 EDT
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: StraightBars 1

Hey, guys...  for those of you who have read a few of my
past stories.  I hope I can keep it `up to standard' ...
things have sure changed for me over the past couple years..
and .. Well. here I am again..

I used to write my fantasies to "get away from the real
world"..  seems now that my real world has a lot more
`reality' than `fantasy' .. so I guess I've found it more
difficult to write this stuff down.    ..but I'm gonna try .
hope I don't disappoint you.

And let's get the "legal stuff" out of the way ...  if you
are under 18 or in a geo-political area that prohibits this
type of literature. or you are offended by homo-erotic story
themes.   go click on your "Back" button !!!     Otherwise,
I hope you enjoy .


Straight bars can be fun .  part 1

As I said. "things have changed."   over the past couple
years, I've quit having to fantasize and been able to "live"
my life the way a I really am.  I've done the gay bar scene
and found that, probably more often than not, it's harder to
find a guy there (who's not posing and judging) than in the
several local straight bars in my hometown.   so my
`fantasies' have now found `reality'.  and that's what I'm
going to tell you about.

For those that don't know me.  I'm a 54 year-old, gay male
who was married for close to 30 years.  I'm not any well-
tuned sex machine.. my mid-section is not a `six-pack' and
my pecs are a bit loose, but I'm still (or at least I'm
told) a rather attractive middle-aged guy. (you can check
out my pic at my AOL profile if you can).

.anyway.  I like to go out once or twice a week and see
what's going on in the local taverns.  Over the past couple
years, I've checked them all out .. and found those that at
least have a bit of `view' in the men's rooms. (if there are
single-use rooms, or full privacy shields, I don't bother to
go back).  so.. if there are a couple urinals side-by-
side..and no shield.. that's a "keep checking" situation.
so. is that bad??  (Well. if you are reading this. I don't
think you can really believe that `window shopping' isn't
fun!)

What I find fascinating is just sitting at the bar having a
pint or two and watching what goes on around me.   That, of
course, means trying to divine who is, or who isn't.   which
are just a couple of guys .. and which are a bit more.  or,
more importantly, who is sitting there alone.. and doesn't
really want to be.   Sometimes my `gaydar' seems to be
functioning - other times not.  Like the time I was all but
drooling at the gorgeous guy in the baseball uniform across
the bar from me, and getting no `vibes' at all.  Then when I
went to the men's room, he came in right behind me, and
displayed his `wares' in no uncertain terms.  .but that's
another story.   I guess his `gaydar' was working  better
that day than mine was.

I'm most surprised when a guy suddenly decides to move from
somewhere else at the bar and comes over to the stool next
to me..  and I'm even more surprised at how often that does
happen !!!!

A couple months ago it was a really nice looking guy ..
about 5'7" or 5'8".  nice body (he was wearing only levis
and a t-shirt, so I could tell).. and a very attractive
face..  I looked right at him and saw his short, slightly
graying hair, his warm brown eyes, and the sexy space in
between his front teeth (yes. I think that's sexy).  somehow
I also noticed his large boots (I eventually found out they
were size 11's), his large hands, and the nice bulge in the
`right place'.  He turned toward me and said "Hi, I'm Bob."

I held my hand out and said "I'm Peter"..  his handshake was
very firm, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry to pull his
hand back.   "BINGO" was the first thought I had.  So we
started the "dance"...

We chatted about more things than I even want to think
about..  and in the course of the conversation he told me
that he was 38 and `single'.    I bought him a drink, he
bought me a beer.  then.. his friend Charlotte joined us.
("fag hag" came to mind, of course, what else???). right
after she got there, he started telling me about his two
kids and his "ex" (but never actually married).. so I told
him about my wife (who died 2 years ago) and my
grandchildren  (two can play the "straight game") . that's
when two big (very hot) studs came over to ask him if he
wanted to play a game of darts.  . and away he went!!

When he came back, the bartender put the glass down in front
of him, indicating that he had a `free drink' coming (also
meaning he won the game).  I asked him if his "friends" were
cops (they really did look like it ..  tall, muscled, high-
and-tight cuts, etc.), but he said "no ..  they're
construction guys".  mmmmm. I would have liked to have
either one of them drive a big "nail" into me !!!!  but I
was "busy".

The evening had now turned to night as we chatted on and on.
and finally I couldn't resist it. I reached down and ran my
hand across the cutest, tightest, hardest little ass I've
seen in years.  and I really have to say it was soooooo
cute!!  It just sat there and filled into his jeans.  and
just begged to be worshipped!!   It was then that he got up
to go to the loo.

.so.. What should I do ??  ..   of course!!   I gave him a
bit of time.. then I `followed in'.. and there he was..
standing at the right urinal..  I took the left, and `hauled
out' my not-too-small-but-cut member..  well.   we both
worked it for a minute or so.  and it became obvious that he
was as interested in mine as I was in his..

He had a nice 3-4 inches of soft meat with a pretty pink
strawberry head.. I'm about the same as that. with a slope
and flared rim..  By then we were both beginning to thicken
and both heads were getting enlarged.  As we heard footsteps
approaching the door, we both `put it away', stopped to wash
our hands, and turning a little as we walked out the door,
we both checked out the damned big, uncut handful that was
being swung by the guy who just walked in.  Luckily he was
looking up to his left so he didn't see our gazes.

When we got back to our seats... Bob just sort of smiled at
me. and I looked directly into his eyes.  he held my gaze.
and I knew then that I was "in" ..   Damn! Those straight
bars!!  If it were a gay place I'd have leaned forward and
kissed him, but I really couldn't do it there !...  and he
damned well knew what was in my mind.  so I asked him "would
you like to come home with me?"

He didn't even hesitate. "Yes!" he whispered..

"Okay" I responded.  "Follow me out .. my car is right next
to the door"

"I have to explain to Charlotte.  It'll take me a few
minutes.."

"Okay.. I'll be waiting" .  With that I left and went out to
my car.started the engine..and waited.

About 3 minutes later, he walked out.  As he passed my car,
I lowered the window and said "Hi".  he looked down and said
"I'm in the blue truck behind you."

I watched that sweet ass in my rear-view mirror as he walked
to the truck in the parking slot behind and to my right.
As soon as he started the engine and turned his headlights
on, I backed out of my space and turned out to the street.
He followed me the 3 or so miles to my house and pulled into
the driveway behind me.

As we walked up onto my front deck/porch, I put my key in
the door.  He just walked up behind me and pressed himself
up against me.

"Mmmmmmm" was all I could think or say or respond.

Here was a 54-y/o widower with a 38-y/o single, hot, young
man right up against my back, grinding his pelvis. and there
was no doubt what he was pushing up against my ass.  Damn!
That felt good!!!  Hot, hard, and definitely in "working
condition" !!

I knew what he wanted. there was no doubt in my mind that
here was a guy who liked to `be on top of things' .  and my
`rosebud' was throbbing in anticipation.

I finally got the key to turn and the door opened...and we
were inside!!!   There was no question about "a nice chat"
or anything like that.   it was "head for the bed" time.
.so I led the way ..into the hall . turn right..  then turn
left. down the back hall into the master suite..   and there
we were..  The room is 12x18 -- with a big `California King"
bed...  He was right behind me .  I knew that because I
could feel his warmth on my back.and, besides, there are a
lot of mirrors - in the headboard, above the night tables,
and on the triple-dresser to the side of the bed.  Yes. you
can really see what's going on (without needing a tasteless
ceiling mirror!).

"Damn!!!  That's a nice big bed!" he muttered. ..

"Yeah," I responded.. "All the better to fuck you on!!  Now
let's get on it..and you can fuck my brains out..okay?!? I
want you to make my knees wobble!!"  I'm not very subtle
when I'm that horny.but apparently he isn't either.

"By the time I finish," he said, "you're going to need a
damned walker!  You are gonna `walk funny' for the next
three days!"

I watched as he undressed, and by the time he was down to
his grey boxer briefs, there was not doubt as to what kind
of meat was being restrained inside that cotton!!  Oh, yes!!
At 38, those babies can still get rod-hard!!!  .and at a-
more-than-respectable seven-plus inches, his cock was having
a major fight with the restraint of the woven fabric.  You
could see the wide flare of his cockhead being held tight
against his side just above his left thigh.  Each time it
throbbed, it wet the covering material a little more.  By
now, there was a quarter-sized sweet spot right down by the
tip.

Quickly I started to drop my jeans and pull my polo shirt
over my head, until I was wearing only my own black boxer
briefs and a t-shirt, and my cock, at "only" six-and-half
inches, was having its own battle with the double-front.  I
reached out and pulled him against me.  The only thing I was
aware of was the feeling of his rigid member against me.  I
rubbed my groin into his and felt him jerk and throb into
me.  I planted my mouth to his and tightened my arms around
him.  He melted against me.  His arms went around my back
and his hands slid down until they were gripping my ass and
pulling me even tighter to him.

Our lips were pressed so tight against each other's that I
had the sudden thought that we could be bruising each other
and would end up tomorrow looking like we had just had one
of those ridiculous silicone injections.  Then his tongue
found its way to my lips.  My lips and teeth opened to allow
his entry.  His tongue tasted like all the most wonderful
ambrosia!!  It made its way into my oral cavern and caressed
the top of my tongue, the inside of my cheeks, and all over
my palate!!  My hands slid down his back, gripped his hard
bubble cheeks and pulled him yet closer into my hungry
manhood.

"Mmmmmmmmmm" was, of course, the only sound either of us
could make.  I did it first, and he responded by pushing his
hips forward and grinding himself into me even harder.

My mind just left me.  I became an unthinking, unreasoning,
hard, hot, driven, sex machine.I could only half-think ..
and the only half-thought I had was that I wanted to have
him!!!  Every way !!!

I dropped to my knees and put my face into his basket.  I
could smell his sex!  Hot and ready!!!...  the musk of his
crotch was all there was in my mind.  Here was a MAN!! A man
who was ready for me to both enjoy and to give incredible
enjoyment!!

"Damn!  I'm glad I was there tonight!" he muttered.  ".and
that you were!"

That was enough!  I reached up and grabbed the elastic
waistband of his shorts and pulled them down.  As soon as it
was freed, his rebar-hard cock swung out and up and thwapped
against his navel!  It left a splatter of his nectar in the
treasure trail that beckoned to what was below.  I leaned
forward and tasted it.  Then leaned back down to look again.

OMG!!!! Was it it beautiful !!!  and there were a pair of
the most succulent balls hanging down below it!!  The cock
itself had to be 7-8 inches of pure manhood.  The balls were
like two soft golf balls in a suede bag.  It was truly a
"matched set" !!!

My left hand reached up to grab and squeeze those
magnificent balls.  My right gripped that staff and pulled
it into position so that I could first use the tip of my
tongue to recover the remainder of the sweet juice that had
been left on his abs and then my lips could envelope the
pulsing blood-red head.

"Awwwww, fuck!" he shouted.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm" I repeated.  This time, however, it was
enveloping his throbbing cockhead, and his swollen erection
jerked and swelled in my mouth in reaction to the vibrating
stimulus.  Without hesitation I slid forward onto that
silken rod until I felt the rough wool of his pubic bush
against my nose.  I groaned and felt him stiffen even more
as I smelled his masculine scent.

Then I pushed him back against the bed and felt him fall
back as I moved forward in between his knees and thighs.  I
pulled off his cock long enough to put my face into those
delicious looking balls and smell his sex-driven odors.
Oh... there is nothing like that to make me go crazy!!!  I
sucked one ball and then the other into my mouth and bathed
them.  I could feel them begin to pull up against the base
of his shaft as the intensity of his ardor (or mine?) rose
toward a climax.

Sensing the situation, I moved my attentions back to that
wonderful love tool above those sweet globes, and for the
next few minutes I made love to that wonderful cock like any
love-struck suitor to the object of his devotion.  The hard,
rubbery feel of the swollen, engorged glans against my
tongue.  The silken, soft feel of the outer skin on the
shaft in contrast to the rigid, steel-hard feel of what was
inside.  I'm always amazed at that  diverse feeling, yet,
uniformity of the excited male.

That's when he said, "Oh..  Fuck!!!  That's good!!!  But
you've already got me to the edge, and I've just gotta have
your ass!!!   PLEASE!!!!  I want to fuck you!!!  I don't
want to shoot now and loose it.  I want you to give me that
sweet ass and feel me inside you!!!  I know that's what you
want..as much as I do!!"

Not being one to say "no" to an offer like that.   I pulled
off him long enough to say, "Oh, yeah!!!  Oh, yeah!! ..  I
bet that baby can really fuck a hot, tight ass!! .and that's
what I have in mind for you!!!"  I reached over to the night
table and opened my "kit", handing him the condom and lube.
"Oh, yeah, guy..   Now do me good!  There are some poppers
in there too if you want them."

As I said that, I crawled up onto the bed beside him and
"assumed the position" .. which in this case means.. I moved
over to the edge of the bed and got on my knees so that my
rosebud was right there ready and able - and more than just
willing!!!!  He stood up and I could hear him behind me as
he tore the pack and put the condom on.  Then I could hear
the sound of his  the slathering the lube onto himself and
jerking his cock to get it ready.

That's when I felt his left hand plant its way onto my left
ass cheek, as his right hand began to smooth some of that
lube into the crack and over my entryway, and I knew that he
was about to enter me.  Using that same right hand to guide
that wonderful fuck tool, he pushed it into my crack and
moved it up and down to find the spot.  He must have had
radar in his cockhead, because it took only a second for him
to find the tiny, tight pucker.  But as soon as he was
there, he sensed and knew it.  Luckily, I'm loose enough
(though still quite tight) that I don't always need the
finger-preps - depending, of course, on how big the
`intruder' is.  Since he was only a nice medium width, he
was going to get in without any real problem.  Then I felt
him pressing against me.

Not viciously or with any intent to hurt, he suddenly thrust
forward.  Oh.  how wonderful. his cock had breached the
little defense and was now inside me.  No pain.  No terror.
Just a feeling of fullness that can only be understood by
someone who has had that feeling as a hot, hard, throbbing,
love tool slides into his chute.  I could feel that he was
where I wanted him.  Slowly now, he pressed forward and
deeper into my insides.  His right hand was now on my right
cheek, and he was both pushing his cock forward, and pulling
my ass back to him.  I felt the shiver that ran through his
body.  He was THERE in his own mind.. and he was THERE in
mine as well !!!

Now, slowly again, like a lover - not just a fucker - he
began to pull back and I could feel the pull of his flared
head against my insides.  That man was good!!  He was
apparently enjoying the feel of my warm tunnel, but he was
also making sure that I felt as good as he.

Time-after-time he plowed into my backside, and retreated,
as I moaned and squealed.  I was in heaven!  He was more
than just "good"!!!  It must have been 20 minutes that he
worked his way inside me before he started to really jack-
hammer his piston-like cock into my hot, juicy port.  By
then, I was already nothing more than a mindless jellyfish.

He pounded.  I moaned.  He jammed.  I keened.  He slammed.
I asked for more.  It was mutual.  We were a team that only
wanted to cross the goal.

Then his hands that were simply holding me in place, as he
jack-hammered my hole,  turned into claws that were digging
into my flesh.  He leaned forward over my back and began to
lick the back of my neck.  I could feel the perspiration
dripping off his overheated body. His breathing became loud
and labored.  I knew he was approaching the precipice!

"Arrrrrrggggghhhhhhhhh" was the first guttural sound I heard
behind me.

Then, "Nnnnnnnggghhhhhhhh.  I'm gonna cum!!  OOOOhhhhhh,
baby, it's there!!  It's there!! Ohhhhhhh, sweet baby!!!
Ooooooooooohhhhh !!! OOooooooohhhhh!!  Yeah, baby,  I'm
gonna shoot my hot load into your sweet ass!!!!  ..  Here it
cums!!!   It's cummin' !!  It's gonna shoot !!!
OOOOOOOoooooohhhhhhh !  Mommmmmma!!  It's gonna go!!!
OOOOOOOOOooooooooooh, fuck!!!  Here it cums!!!"

All I could do was shove my ass back against that ready-to-
cook cock!!!  It was soooo great!!!!  I was in heaven!!! And
I knew that in another second, he was going to give me what
I wanted soooooo badly.   he was going to unload shot after
shot of hot, white, pearly, cum into me!!   Oh. you have no
idea how much I wanted to feel him buck and shove into me as
he emptied his balls inside my hungry, sucking guts.  Even
though I knew he was wearing a sleeve, I could imagine the
feeling if things were not what they are today, and he could
spurt it out, white-washing the insides of my mancunt.

"Here... now. it's gonna go!!!" he gulped into my ear.

"Oooooooooooooooohhhhhhhh.  Shittttttttttttttttttt.
Ooooooooooohhhhh.  Nnnnngggghh!  Ooooooohhhhhhhh...
Aaaaawwwwwwwwhhhhhhh!!!!" as I felt him swell and throb
inside me.    And I knew that he was about to unload
probably the best shot he had ever delivered in his life
!!!!!!

And he did !!!   I felt his already rock-hard cock swell
even more, then throb and jerk inside the dark recesses of
my manpussy.  One, two, three..  There must have been eight
or nine jets of hot man lava unloaded inside me.  By now he
was pushed up against me, moving only slightly as his juices
were being sent through the swollen tube of his manhood into
the reservoir tip of the condom.  I looked over into the
mirror on the headboard and saw his head arched back, his
eyes tightly closed, his nose flared, and the muscles in his
arms and body all contracted into stone-like rigidity.

Somewhere near the end there, I had unconsciously grabbed
hold of my own painfully hard and throbbing cock and was
jerking it like a madman.  As I saw his face in the mirror,
my organ throbbed once more and began to shoot rope-after-
rope of pearly white jizm on the bedclothes under me.  I
don't remember the last time I had as intense an orgasm as
this!!!

"Oh, man. oh, man.. That was awesome!!!" he finally muttered
as he held tightly to me and kept himself imbedded in my
still-twitching, but well-mounted hole.  "Damn!!  I haven't
felt anything like that in I don't know how long!   I always
heard that a good piece of another man's ass beat the hell
out of pussy, but I didn't believe it.  Now I sure as hell
do!  Babe, you are one hot fuck!!"

"Yes," I thought to myself, ".  that was damned good !!!"

He just stayed there, going soft inside me, dripping more
sweat onto me.  I didn't want him to move.  I love that
feeling of the man still inside me as he recovers and holds
on tightly.  Apparently, he liked that feeling as well from
his side, because he stayed that way for several more
minutes.  But, unfortunately, a totally drained cock can't
help but eventually get expelled.   .and that's what
happened.

Then, slowly, he straightened up -- physically and, I
suppose, in his mind -- because he then backed away, stopped
talking, and got a sort of crazed look on is face (I was
still watching him in the mirror).  I could just see the
`straight guy' suddenly come back to the surface.  He was
now not coming to terms with what he had just done and said.

He reached down and removed the condom, dropping it onto to
top of my `kit' on the night table.  Then without a sound,
he turned around and picked up his clothes, pulled them on,
and still without another word damned near ran for the front
door.   Well..  I guess things like that happen.

As he backed out of my driveway and headed for the highway,
I thought to myself, "Well..   I'll find another one.. or
maybe - if I'm lucky - I'll even find him again!"


Hope you liked the story ..   If you did, feel free to write
me at cnjshore9@aol.com  .. if you didn't.. I'll take your
"constructive criticism" ..   or if you just want to say
`hello'  I'm here most of time.