Date: Thu, 1 Nov 2007 23:12:10 EDT From: Cnjshore9@aol.com Subject: Straight Bars - Part 11 Wow! Straight bars are the same wherever they may be ... Hope you don't think you've been "waiting toooo long", but ... what the hell ... here is another one. Have to ask/say ... if you are under-aged (like not 18 yet)... or if you are offended by, or geo-plolitically censured from, sexually oriented stories -- particularly if they are about men enjoying men -- well, go click that "X" or "Back" button !!!! That out of the way ... these are my stories. They may not be "copywrited" in the strict sense of the term; but, please, enjoy them for yourselves, but don't go putting them elsewhere on the net or into published print. - - - - - - - - - - - - Straight Bars -- Part 11 A Night in Atlantic City Since I live over here on the Atlantic Coast (aka the "Jersey Shore"), I'm only a few miles from AC. I come down here every now and then to see what's going on and to see what `new meat' I might just happen to find. As a side-note, I might add, all of the gay bars in AC were right together and have, it seems, been closed over the last year (reportedly having bought out by the newest casino, I've been told) ... so there is only one new one left in business. Found that out too late to go there this trip. So...anyway... After the usual day online in the local chat room, I had enough of the silly-ass games, gave up, and just went down to the bar here in the hotel. When I got there, it was still a bit early -- only 5:45pm -- though I must say there were several rather hot guys at the bar (including the barkeeper!). I know ... I usually have a pint of beer, but this time I went `for the gold' and ordered a Jameson's on the rocks. (Yeah! For the Irish guys!) The bartender looked me straight (?) in the eyes and said, "Damn straight, man!! That's the right thing to order!!" Then he poured my drink, brought the glass over, and still took my money!! Oh, well...... As it was, the shift change was at 6:00pm, so I slipped his tip forward for him and saw the new barkeep wander in. Holy shit, the two could have been brothers! Both were close to 6-feet, dark hair, cut in a near flat-top about ¾ inch long, with bluish, green eyes -- and both should have shaved today (and yesterday!). The new one I heard called Chris, then I heard the outgoing guy called Bryan (what a surprise!!!). They were both tall, dark, and ... (maybe what the call "black Irish")... but, unfortunately, neither one was dressed where anything showed. Nice baggy, black trousers. One was left only to use one's imagination. So I was left wondering if either or both of them suffered from "the curse" -- or, better yet, they didn't !!! I finished that first drink, looking around and thinking about the few hot guys that were gathered around the bar. The guy a couple stools over to my right wasn't anything great; but he did seem to be masculine enough and had hands that said "okay". That was just before his wife came in and joined him. (Blam!! Shot down there!!!) That's when Bryan (the off-duty barkeeper) came back in and sat down a little farther around the bar to my right. As he sat down, he nodded to me, and my gaydar went "ping?". It was then that two guys came in -- both about his age (in their late 20's or early 30's) and sat down to his right. The one to the far right was definitely Italian -- and studly as all fuck!!! Maybe 5'10", dark hair and eyes, and a very nicely defined body -- the kind you get from work versus the gym. Given the chance, I'd have tossed him down and straddled him and rode his pony without a second thought!!! .... But the guy between him and Bryan. Woof!!! About the same size in height, same dark hair and eyes.. but more likely Irish than Mediterranean. This time the gaydar went "definite ping"! As I was looking at him, he turned and caught my eye, stared directly into my eyes, and smiled!! I guess that "-dar" thing does work sometimes. By then I had ordered a refill and was sipping it (very slowly) as I looked over and caught his eye again. Nothing moved except our eyes ... and it was mine that backed away first. I couldn't believe it. That's when the door opened and a pair of guys came walking in and headed over to my left. "Holy fuckin' shit!!!" was the best my mind could do at that time!! The leader was a `mature' guy -- I would have guessed mid-40's -- and the younger guy behind him I guessed in his 30's. I really didn't know which one to drool over the most!! Of course, I figured they must work together and had stopped off for a beer before going home for the night. Then suddenly things shifted. Bryan and his two buddies got up from their seats and moved around to say `hello' to the newcomers. Well, that was probably normal... Bryan must have recognized them from previous nights. But the guy from the middle before was looking at the young guy like he was going to pounce! Listening to the conversation, I did hear that they weren't co-workers; rather they were father and son!!! The hot older guy, decked out in a leather jacket and leather cap, with his trim hips and ample package well displayed by his jeans (not to mention the very attractive stache and beard) mentioned that he was 52 and that even hotter young thing next to him was 26!! I'm really at a loss to describe the "young'n"... he had dark blonde or light brown hair, cut about an inch as it stood almost straight up (without any jell). I couldn't see his eyes enough to give any color to them. His face was just soooo natural.... Everything just `fit' where it was -- with a very broad and open smile. At over 6-feet, he had a pair of shoulders that just matched the rest of him. Now, I'm not that much into the younger generation (yeah, I've dabble there); and truthfully, given the choice, I would have taken the equally manly, broad-shouldered dad first, being careful to remove his leather jacket and place it on a chair-back before I ripped his jeans open and swallowed his hot, throbbing manhood all the way to the pubes. ...but that was not to be... About that time, I needed to go the men's room. Making sure I left my cap on top of my money (I've had it taken as "a tip" on previous trips to the t-room), I headed to the back of the place. Safely ensconced at the left of two `unshielded' urinals, I shut my eyes and began to release my bladder contents. That's when I heard the door open. The next thing I knew the guy from the middle with Bryan was standing there next to me, flopping out a very nice bit of meat. Squeezing and stretching it a bit more than usual, he turned and looked directly at me as he asked, "You're staying here at the hotel, aren't you?" "Yes," I stammered. "And I think you'd like that big fucker as much as I would," he continued. Being away from home, and horny as hell... I figured his gaydar had ping'ed on me as much as mine on him... "Either one of you!" I stated without a half-thought. My eyes were still bouncing between his face and that ever-growing, now over 7 inches of, meat that he was stroking. "What room are you in?" he asked. "702" I responded. "Okay," he continued. "I can't take him home. I need a place, and you seem to be equally inclined, so... hope you don't mind.(?)." "Oh... I don't mind at all," I answered. "Good. When we get back, I'm going to work on him. When you see me tug on my right ear lobe, just cash out and go to your room. That's 702, right?" "Yeah." "By the way, I'm Kevin," he muttered. About that time, he backed away and the auto-flush took over as he somehow managed to stuff that delicious bit of manflesh back into his jeans. I'm not sure why, but when I backed away and heard the flush of my own urinal, I thought I'd have to break that damned thing to get it back in my own jeans!! (not that I had any real consideration of doing so !!!) When I re-took my stool, the five of them were laughing and back-slapping and all that. The next thing I knew, Bryan and `the dad' were walking out the door, arms around shoulders, and just `the best buddies' you've seen in a long time. I, of course, figured they were heading out for a smoke break. That's when the Italian hottie said something to the others and headed toward the men's room -- and Kevin started tugging on his ear lobe. Taking that cue, I shoved my nearly empty glass forward, added a nice tip, and headed for the elevators. All the way up to my floor, I was asking myself if this was really going to happen, or was I just the butt end of some prank. C'mon, guys, how often does a mid-50's guy have this kind of thing happen?? Maybe once ever 16 centuries??? Finally my reveries were interrupted by the awful "Bong!" of the elevator reaching the 7th floor. Stepping out, I turned left and walked the long way to the end to the 701 and 702 doors. Slipping my card key into the slot, I opened my door and walked in. Then the brain kicked in again. "Awwww, fuck!!! What do I do now ... do I just sit down in the chair over there and wait... and ... awwwww, fuck, again... I don't have anything to `offer' them ... no beer ... no soda... no snacks... just what's left in the pint bottle of whiskey I bought earlier... awwww, that sucks!" So I just walked over to that chair and sat down ... and hoped and hoped and hoped. Now I've been "stood up" more than once when having made a "date" online .. so it's not like I haven't been disappointed a few times... but I really hoped that wouldn't happen this time. Then it came to me that most often my `stood ups' were with guys supposedly in my own age group. Maybe the younger guys won't do that. Back and forth... forth and back... my mind played its games. Just be patient I told myself... and if nothing happens... what the hell... the prospect was fun in itself. After about 15 minutes, I figured that it wasn't going to happen, so I kicked off my shoes, dropped my jeans and pulled off my pull-over shirt. Picking things up and putting them more neatly on the chair back, I heard a soft knock on my door. Not really caring at that point, I walked over and opened the door a crack. Then I almost fell down!! There, on the other side of the door were Kevin and that gorgeous 26 y/o !!! As they walked in without any other "howdy do", Kevin asked, "what's your name.. you never told me?" "Oh.... Sorry... I'm Peter," I said. "..and I'm Jim," the incredibly hot one added. "Hi, Jim," I numbly responded as I closed the door behind them. "Okay," Kevin continued, basically taking control of the situation. "We don't have a lot of time, so let's find out who wants to suck who -- and who wants to fuck who." Throwing all my usual caution to the wind, I answered by saying, "I just want to suck on both of you and then one of you better fuck my ass! You figure out who gets the finale." "Well we better `get comfortable'," Jim tossed in, as he started to unbutton his shirt and pull it off. "Damned straight!" Kevin added, pulling his t-shirt over his head. "You got it," I continued as I unbuckled my belt and let my jeans drop, leaving me there with only my black boxer briefs and tank top. By then there was no doubt about my intentions and excitement based on the growing lump in my briefs. It was almost a race as Kevin and Jim got down to the basics, both showing the same level of readiness as I was. Having already seen what Kevin had to offer, I reached over to Jim and pulled his bikini briefs down to his knees. What I saw made my own knees buckle!!! That beautiful boy had a body to die for... and at least 8+ inches of wonderment!!! It was beautifully cut and had a wide, almost purple, head that just sat there like a dripping plum. Kevin didn't waste time either. He quickly dropped his blue-plaid boxers and was on his knees in front of Jim before anyone could say "boo!". The next thing I saw was half of Jim's magnificent meat disappear into Kevin's mouth and throat. Needless to say, I simultaneously heard a low, animal, groan come from Jim, followed by an equally throaty moan from Kevin. Not wanting to lose any of this, I quickly moved around behind Jim, knelt between his legs, and buried Kevin's cock into my own hot, hungry, maw. It was simply an "Anvil Chorus" of matched moans, slurps, and throaty sounds. I'm still not sure how it happened, but the next thing I knew, Jim was lying down on his side, Kevin was still suckling that monster cock, and I was going to town on Kevin's. My cock was the only one that was still flapping in the breeze!! So I managed to curl my body around and pretty soon I had it imbedded in between Jim's thighs. I guessed that something was better than nothing. Apparently not !! The next think I knew, Jim had managed to scrunch down enough and I felt his hand leading my cockhead into what became an incredibly hot, warm, moist, hole. "Awwwwww, fuck!" I screeched. "Awwwwwww, holy fuck!!!!" ...and there was the `total bottom' with his dickhead inside one of the hottest pieces of manliness I've seen in months (if not years) !!! That's when things shifted. "Oh, no!!! Oh, no!!!" Kevin almost shouted. "That's my ass tonight!!" he demanded. "Okay...Okay..." I answered. "Then that's my cock you're working on!" Suddenly, there was a lot of moving around, and the next thing I knew, I was on my stomach, Jim was on my back starting to shove his cock into my ass, and Kevin was somewhere on top getting ready to plow his into Jim. As the bottom bottom guy, I was being pushed deep into the mattress and I could feel Jim's dripping plum head working its way inside my crack. Pretty soon, it sensed its mark and as he pushed forward, I raised my ass and pushed backward -- and he slid into me. There was that momentary pain as his wide head plunged past my sphincter, but all I could think about was that wildly hot, wide-shouldered, gorgeous young fucking stud stabbing his equally hot, wide-headed, beautiful cock into my guts. All I wanted now was for him to pound me into oblivion and breed my ass with his hot juice!! I didn't care what Kevin was doing...until I felt the jolt as he apparently jammed his cock deep into Jim's ass. All I heard was two satisfied moans, followed by my own, as Jim was driven that much further into me. The next 15, 20, 30, 40 minutes (who knows how long??) was just the squishing sounds of cock in ass, the moans of pleasure whether top or bottom, the "fuck me's" the "you like my cock up your ass, don't you's"... "I'm gonna fill you up with enough cum to float your boat out to sea!"..."c'mon babe... breed my ass... fill me up with that hot spunk!" ... all the `dirty talk' was there... but what was best .. here I was.. the 50+ guy with two guys on top of me whose ages basically added up to mine !!! I was getting double-whammied!! About that time I heard Kevin start to moan louder and he managed to speak enough to say, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh .... Shitttttttttt.... I'm gonnnnnnnna cummmmmmmm!!! Yeah.... Baby ... I'm gonnnnnna cummmmm up your sweet asssss!!! Ohhhhh, yeahhhh... here it cummmmmmsss!!! OOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhh Fuckkkkkk!""" Second hand I could feel him start to pound that much harder, but more irregularly. Then all the sudden all movement ceased except for his heavy breathing... and I knew that he was blowing a massive load up inside Jim. Jim had stopped moving at that point, but then suddenly started to drive his man-sized stake into my hungry hole with a renewed effort. One, two, three pounds into me and then all I heard was "NNNNNnnnnnnnnnggggggggghhhhhhhh!" as he ground his cock into my crack as though he was trying to get his pubes and balls in there as well!!! That's when I felt his rock-hard rod swell, jerk, and begin to throb inside me as his hot manjuice sprayed my insides like a power painter. He leaned forward and began to chew on the back of my neck like one of the `undead'!! When I felt the heat of his breath on my neck, that was all it took. I didn't think of it then, but ... what is the maid going to think about those `extra starched' sheets !?!? What I shot could easily have sunk through to the bottom of the best mattress!!!! ...and we collapsed into an unmoving pile of flesh and sweat. It had to be at least 5 minutes before anyone moved. Jim's delightful cock was still inside me .. and at that time... he could have left it there for days !!! I don't know how long Kevin stayed inside Jim, but after a few minutes, I could actually feel his cooling jizm as it ran out and down Jim's crack and balls and onto me. That's when Kevin rolled off and lay on his back, soon after followed by Jim into the same position. Being the "good host" that I am ... I managed to stand and go to the bathroom and bring back a couple of hot, wet towels to do a little clean-up. I also brought a third for myself and the bed linen. We all knew... at least for me... that was a one-time thing .. but we were all happy with the way it worked. Pretty soon the two "boys" were up and dressed and on their way out, and I was just incredibly satisfied. - - - - - - - - - - - - - This was another story by CNJShore9 ... hope you enjoyed... if you did -- or if you didn't -- feel free to write and tell me .... In the meanwhile, if you haven't before (or even if you have), please consider a contribution to "Nifty" to keep this website alive.