Date: Sun, 2 Nov 2008 00:26:10 EDT
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: Straight Bars #15

Hello, Nifty fans !!!  You know a I read a lot of the stories here and
write to many of the other authors (that's the only `payment' we receive
for our efforts here), so I really am on both sides of that fence.

To get the legaleeze and liabilities out of the way ..  if you are not 18
years of age, or in a geo-political area that prohibits your reading such
things...  Please take this opportunity to click on the `back button' and
go away.  Otherwise, be advised that the story to follow is one of
homo-erotic situations.  `Nuff said???


Straight Bars # 15: Boys At Play

Just so happens that I'm now sitting in a hotel outside Atlantic City and
getting in some relaxation (and, of course, a bit of `fun' on the side).
And, although I am having some of that `fun' myself, I just witnessed a
`fun time for all' that I thought I should relate.

Yes this one is a change... it's not me that's involved; but I hope you
still enjoy what I watched and ... so okay... I did... I pounded it out and
left my own marks on the partition wall as I watched!!!  (Does that qualify
me for a `perv' pin???)

I had stopped in for a beer at a bar/tavern/grill/whatever on the road into
AC.  It seemed immediately to be a `friendly, locals bar'.  The "U" shape
could probably seat 40 people and there had to be at least 20 there at the
time.  I had two off-duty waitresses from one of the casinos on my right,
who just didn't shut up; and a rather attractive but non-talkative guy of
about 50 on my left.

However, across the bar from me was a just down-right gorgeous young guy.
I guess he was about 25-30, wearing a dark blue baseball cap over what I
could see was fairly short blonde hair.  His eyes were like blue crystals,
shining with their own light in the dim bar area.  His facial skin was
smooth like the proverbial baby's bottom, and when he smiled (with what was
likely a $2500 orthodontic perfection) .. you finally saw that damned
dimple in his left cheek!!!  Oh, good lord!!!  To be 35 years younger !!!!

He had nicely broad shoulders inside his white polo shirt with the thin
grey and blue horizontal stripes, and the biceps protruding from the
sleeves attested to his doing some sports and body building.  The arms
glowed with the blonde aura of some hair and you could see the strength in
them.

All in all ... if he were older, or I were younger, I'd have dragged him
out the door and had my way with him -- in about 45 seconds !!!!

His smile just lit up the whole area and it told volumes about him and what
a really nice guy he just had to be.  Nothing phony, nothing
contrived... just youthful wonderment.

As I was looking across at him (yeah .. while I was "perving"!!!)
... another young fellow came in.  This one was definitely a `contrast'.
He was quite thin and dark haired -- with a buzz-cut bordering on shaved.
What I noticed first about him was the tight musculature of his face, his
tightened jaw, and his prominent adam's apple.  He was considerably thinner
and shorter than the other guy, as he came in and sat down next to him, but
had a smile that almost equaled his buddy's.

Thin and wiry as I saw him, my mind filled in the old saying "lean, mean,
fucking machine!"

It was obvious then that they knew each other, when they did a mutual
shoulder slap and bent their heads nearly together.

With nothing much else to do as I sipped my beer -- other than listen to
the two waitresses complain about their tips, or do a quick sideways scope
of the still-silent guy on my left -- I watched the two "young'ns" as they
chatted.

What I saw made it clear... the new arrival was soooo into the other.  His
whole demeanor spoke volumes.  He was always leaning in and holding the
other guy on his arm -- almost stroking it.

For being in a "straight bar", there was definitely something
not-so-straight going on between those two.  I don't think it would have
been obvious to most of the patrons, but c'mon... I got that `extra'
perception.

...and the gorgeous one in the baseball cap... he wasn't shrugging it off
or backing away to make `distance'.  There was, however, some body language
there that made it fairly clear that this was not a `couple' ... that there
was some mutual acceptance, but some bit of hesitancy.

After about 15 to 20 minutes, baseball-cap blondie got up and went outside
-- for no more than a minute -- and then came back in and went into the
men's room.

About a minute later, lean-and-mean got up and went into the men's room.

My only reaction was "Holy, shit !!!  they're gonna meet (meat?) in there
!!!"

After another (long) minute, I just had to check it out.

Ordering a refill (a time when many guys go to the john), I got up and went
to "relieve myself".  When I went into the men's room, I found that it had
two urinals on one wall and two toilet cubicles at the far end.  ...and no
one was in there!!  ... oh yeah!!! Nobody at home !!!!  Bending over a bit,
I could see a pair of shoes in one of the cubes, facing forward as though
someone was on the stool, so I flushed and ran some water, and then opened
the door as though I were leaving, but stayed back quietly.

Yeah... I know... that's tacky...or nasty... or whatever...  sure the guys
wanted to be alone, but c'mon... it's a public place !!!  and would you
want to pass up such an opportunity?  (if you're reading this story on
Nifty, you ain't no damned angel !!!)

So there I was in the corner, trying to not make breathing sounds, while my
cock was already starting to try and push it's way out of my zipper.  I
could hear the rushing heart beat in my ears, and I reached down and
stroked "junior" through my jeans.

"Okay...so suck it," I heard whispered as I also heard the sound of some
`extra' feet settling back on the floor.

Looking down there now I could see two pair of feet.  One still facing
forward as before, but another, slightly larger pair facing inward between
the others.

"Mmmmfff" was the next sound I heard, followed by an "Oh...yeahhhhh!!!",
and then a definite slurping sound.

No doubt about it.  Someone was getting his cock well attended to -- and I
had no doubts as to who was giving and who was receiving.

You gotta give credit to whomever invented them and whomever first called
them "sneakers" ... `cause I `sneaked' across to the far, open, cubicle and
managed to climb up on the stool and look over the partition.

And there they were.  In exactly the positions you have now imagined.

Now some guys tend to lean their heads back and look upward during a
blow-job, while others tend to lean forward and look down.

Luckily, the hot, blonde stud was holding onto wiry guy's head and looking
down.  But what I could see was a `monster cock' (at least 8 inches) being
swallowed over and over while a very respectable 7 uncut inches was
standing up from the sitting one's lap as he stroked it.

About then, my knee buckled and hit the partition.  Awwww fuck!!!!!

Both of the young'ns looked up and saw me peering over the edge of the
partition.  It was two deer in the headlights!!!

Somehow, I managed to stay in some level of control and just whispered down
to them, "Hey, guys... I've seen what you're doing... nothings gonna
change...  don't stop now."

Baseball-cap picked it up right away.  "He's right," he said, "so suck
it!!" and he just pushed his cock back into wiry-guy's mouth.

This time, as I watched, they got back into a smooth rhythm -- as did I.

"Oh, yeah... jeeze.." I heard.  "Next time I'm gonna fuck your tight ass,
you know!"

"Mmmmmfff" was the best reply that could be made under the circumstances.

As they kept that motion going... I was watching the big cock as it went in
and out .. and also watching the hand that was pounding on the other as it
pulled the foreskin back and forth over the now almost purple glans.

Things were moving faster.  In-and-out...up-and-down...  and my own hand
was almost flying over my 6.5 cut inches.

Breathing was getting audible and ragged.

"Oh, fuck, yeah!!!  Oh.. fuck... oh... shit... Oh... fuck ..." I heard, and
I knew that blondie was about to shoot some serious nut-juice into the
shitter-sitter.

As I heard one more "Awwwwww, fuckkkkkkkk!!!" I watched him slam his cock
into those pursed lips pubic deep and begin to shake and swivel.  His buddy
was slurping and swallowing to beat hell and I saw a volley of white syrup
eject from his half-covered cock-head and fall back over his cock and hand.

With that, I damned near fell off the pedestal where I was, as my own
orgasm hit and painted the partition wall with probably the biggest volume
of cum I have shot out in the last 15 years !!!!

It took a few moments before we all started to recover and I was the first
one `out'.  As they finally emerged from their own cubicle, I just said
"thanks.  That was great!!"  then I added, "I have a place near here if
you'd be interested in a bit more private setting."

They looked at each other .. then wiry-guy said "hey...that sounds good.."
Hot-blonde-stuff just nodded his head affirmatively.

So I gave them my cell number and email address...  And just started to
hope.


Hey, guys... this was a bit different from my usual stories.  Hope you
enjoyed.  I you did, please write to let me know.  If you didn't, feel free
to tell me that too (just be nice about it).  you can reach me at
cnjshore@aol.com