Date: Tue, 7 Feb 2006 21:42:10 EST From: Cnjshore9@aol.com Subject: Straight-Bars-#6 Hey, guys . I know .. another `delay'.. but I've been busy with the holidays, etc. So here is something to start off the new year - a month late!!.. First let's get the "legal stuff" out of the way ... This story contains graphic sexual activity between consenting adult males .. 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 .. Part 6" by CNJShore9 I was on the way home from having stopped in at my daughter's house to drop off some mail that had been sent to my address, when I decided to stop in at one of my favorite taverns that wasn't far out of the way. This one is a generally a tradesmen's pub . mostly construction workers, some treetrimmers and landscape guys, and a few bikers. >From where I was sitting, there was a guy directly across from me, standing next to the bar service area and entry . He looked to be early 50's, wearing a Harley t-shirt and leather chaps over his bluejeans. Nice arms, nice chest, nice abs and ass, and big boots (big feet) . and . well.. you know how chaps can present a basket at its best!! And that one definitely looked in the "better" - if not "best" - - category. So there I was, just looking and letting my imagination run free (yeah.. and my mouth was watering). he really was hot - with a capital "H" !! This one was definitely worth some extra effort to check it out, so I was waiting for him to go for a `nature break' . This particular bar has a good arrangement in the men's room .. two urinals, side-by-side with no shields. The kind of place where you can sometimes do a little "window shopping". .and I was hoping! That's when I suddenly became aware that someone had sat down on the stool just to my right. I looked over to that side, and the first thing I saw was a firm, blonde-furry arm with some tats under the hair -- and obviously well beyond the 20's !!! (of course you can tell !!!) A very quick glance showed a very masculine, probably construction guy, in his late 40's or early 50's with a determined look to his weather worn face. Hmmmm. Not bad. Not bad at all. What hit my mind right then was .funny thing... the last time I looked to that side, there must have been at least 6 empty stools. So why was he sitting right next to me? Most times when there are a number of stools to chose from, you take a `second seat', leaving an empty stool between you and the next guy - unless, of course, you are wanting to be close to someone. Just as I was thinking that, a middle- aged woman came in and sat next to him on the other side. "Well..chalk that one off," I decided and turned my focus back on the guy in the chaps across the bar. Short cut hair .. still dark, but beginning to show the signs of salt-and-pepper, a square jaw and firm chin. even the hint of a cleft in the chin! Big upper arms .. wide hands. he was really what fantasies could be made of !! Suddenly his lips pulled back and, although not directed at me, there was a cigarette-ad smile that could charm the pants off anyone in the place -- especially me! That's when he stepped back from his stool and turned toward the hallway where the men's room was. "Oh, shit!!!" I thought, "this is it !!! .and he wasn't looking this way, so he won't know that I saw him head back there." With that I slid off my stool and headed toward the same hallway, holding back a bit to make sure he got there first .. and then `followed in'. (Right! You're going to tell me you never do that !?!?!) By that point he was standing at the far urinal, so I stepped up to the one nearer the door and extracted my fairly average-sized cock. That's not to say I'm `under- endowed', quite truthfully, I'm just a tad over the `national average'. I finally managed to get a stream going while staring at the wall in front of me, following the general rules of t-room etiquette. Naturally, however, I eventually managed to glance over to my left and `check out' what was next door. .and I'm here to say .. it was definitely what was expected!!! It had to be a good 5+ inches of thick, soft manhood. big head.. wide shaft.. and definitely a very `heavy' stream coming out. My own 3-4 soft inches was definitely `out-classed' there - even with my fairly wide, flared head! About that time he turned to look at me and said "Hey. how's it goin'?" Now that was a shock!! Most often there is nothing said between two guys standing at urinals!! But he spoke!! .and apparently he hadn't noticed where my eyes had been, because it wasn't one of those "What are you looking at?!?!?" threats. .or had he? Stuttering like an idiot."Oh.unnh.. Okay," I responded. Then "Long day," I added, "how `bout you?" "Been the `day from hell', but a few more beers and it'll get better," he replied. Then as he stepped away and stuffed it back into his fly, he said, "Have a good one!" and walked out. (I guess he figured since he isn't an employee, he doesn't have to wash his hands!) I still didn't know what had happened.or what might(?).so I shook it off, dropped it back into my boxer briefs, zipped up, and walked out the door. As I was walking back to my stool, I looked over to where `Mr.Chaps' was standing. He was now talking to another guy and paying no attention to me (not that I really expected him to be looking my way). I got back to my spot, pulled the stool out, sat down and flagged the bartender to bring me another pint. For the next 15 minutes or so I watched a rodeo broadcast on the tv over the bar and drooled over a bunch of tight-assed cowboys being thrown all over creation by some damned unhappy bulls!! Of course, I also - from time-to-time - looked over at `Mr.Chaps' to see what was going on. He, on the other hand, never seemed to be looking my way; however, he had moved over directly into the bartenders' entrance area so that I had a very good view of that great basket. This time, of course, I knew exactly what was in there . and it still looked damned good!!! My fantasies, slurp, were really working overtime, slurp !! Get a mouthful of that big fuck tool. get him moaning and trembling.then turn around, bend over, and let him poke that baby home to the hilt. MMMMMMmmmmmm! That sounded good!!! It was somewhere around that time that I looked to my right and noticed that arm again! It looked sooooo nice! And the rest of what was attached was pretty nice too! The upper body was also clothed in a Harley t-shirt, and the sleeves were very tight on the upper arm muscles. The neck was very muscular, and the face. nice!! Very manly, graying moustache and goatee, topped by another short buzz-cut! And nice lips!! (yes, somewhere that registered!). I couldn't tell what color the eyes were . green or grey or blue .. not enough light, but certainly in the `light' color range. Somewhere in my head the bell was saying "german" . and since I have a lot of german background myself, I remembered that nice long, comfortable, cocks are common in that heritage. That was about the time that the woman on his right got up and said "See you tomorrow. gotta get home and get dinner ready.." Okay. new dynamic!!! She definitely wasn't his girl/wife/whatever !!!! apparently only a `friend'.. So there he was . "back in play" !!! .at least in my mind !! .and there was that arm again !!! sitting on the bar next to me. There was just something about it that made me want to feel it .. to put my lips on it .. to enjoy it in any way!! Yes! I am totally turned on by `rugged masculinity' !! and that arm had it all !!! .so I looked back up it ... to the bicep stretching the t-shirt sleeve... to the shoulders that stretched the cotton shirt to its limits. to the neck and the face and the head .. All soooooo very nice !!!! That's when he turned and looked directly into my eyes. I damned near shit !!! Then he smiled at me. Was it really `at' me? It was just after that when I felt his knee bump against mine. Just a light brush. Was I starting to imagine things?!? Then it happened again .. but this time didn't move away. No . I don't think so .. This doesn't happen. but it is happening! This time I looked directly at him and smiled. And he looked directly back .. no hiding.. no turn away .. he looked into my eyes. This was now into the realm of "no doubt"! Of course, in the time before, I had looked down into his crotch and tried to see what kind of package was there.. and .. for the most part. it looked pretty `non-significant' .. I know .. that's kind of harsh.. but .. there really wasn't anything `showing' enough to write home about...and, although I'm far from being a `size queen' . I really do like a guy to have something that gives the feeling of needing to `stretch' a bit. Anyway.. about that time, Mother Nature got into play and said . "get thee to a urinal. or you're gonna regret it !!!" So I murmured .. "See you in a minute.gotta go.." stood up and headed back to the men's room. I flopped out the old `trusty' and had started to empty a quart or so of stored `used beer' when the door opened. I was, of course, hoping that it was the german god coming in, but no such luck . In walked Ted. He's a scrawny young guy - a `regular' here -- with a surprising 6+ soft inches of "what should I do with it" cock !! Yeah. I've seen him before too and often considered that the "do with it" was something I would like to help fulfill! But truthfully, he wasn't on my "A-list" tonight. So I pinched down on myself, hoping he would finish and leave. That's when the door opened again..and..there he was `Mr.BlondeArm'!!! Since Ted and I were using the two urinals he went on into the toilet cubicle at the end of the room. "Shit! Fuck!" I thought.. "Here was my chance to really check things out!! And .. fucked!!" About then Ted flopped that big cock up `n down and squeezed out the last drops before he stuffed it back into his 29" waist levis !!! (damn! I hate that kid!!) .and he walked out. (another non-employee!) Then `He' came out of the cubicle and took his place at the vacated urinal on my right. All `pretense' was gone!! He was there to let me know what his interested was. So I let him see what was there. .and he let me see as well. . and I must admit.. it was pretty much of a `tie' !!! both about the same size, 6+ inches, same large head, same thinner shafts (guess the german ancestry was pretty equal this time).. After a few seconds of silence he said, "My wife has the kids at her mother's tonight. Would you like to come over?" My thought, of course, was "come over? .hmmm `cum over' and over and over would be more in my liking !!!" So I just smiled and nodded and flipped my cock up and down a few times. "I'm in the blue Ford F-250," he said. "Mine's blue, too," I answered, "but it's the 325i convertible." "Meet me outside .. and follow me," he whispered. "You betcha!" I answered. By then my whole body was trembling, or vibrating, or jerking .. or something. I couldn't believe that this was happening . not with that hot studly guy !!! Just doesn't happen!!! But it was !!!! I keep forgetting that there are soooo many guys out there that are really into man-on-man - even if only on `rare occasions'. I've started to believe that there are damned few guys that are truly `terminally straight' (as I like to call it). Men like sex - and many, if not most, will go for it with either sex as a partner more and more!! So I went back to my stool at the bar,dropped some bills to pay for what I owed plus a nice tip (yeah.. I was feeling very generous!), and went out to my car. It didn't take me long to find the big fukin' truck with the "4x4" on the bed.. and, of course, it didn't take him much to find my little-ass car !!! as we pulled out of the lot, we turned left into the street out of the parking lot. Another left turn at the light and the end of the block .. and we were heading "home". I followed him about a mile - with a couple other lefts or rights -- before he turned into a driveway and I pulled in behind him. It was a typical New Jersey "bi-level" - the standard `family home' of the 1970's -- and we went in through the garage to the downstairs bedroom. As we walked through the door, he started to pull off his shirt and unbuckle his belt. "Hey.. you don't seem to waste any time," I called out. "No.. why should I? .. We both know where this is heading." He answered. "True," I responded. ".but .. maybe we can make it a little less `Right now'.?? I like to have sex with another guy. but not when it's totally `assembly line'. I kind of like to work it into it a little." "Oh.. sorry... I'm not used to doing this slowly . I'm married, you know, so in my mind it's gotta be pretty quick . and . well.. .but I've got time tonight. I can handle the other." With that he turned back to me, his belt and top button open and flapping and reached out for me. I moved into him and put my hands up to the sides of his head. Pulling him down to where his 6'1" frame met my 5'10", I nuzzled into his neck, nibbling and lightly kissing there. As I moved my lips up his neck and toward his chin, he turned his head in the `universal sign' of many married men that said "I don't kiss on the lips". Hell, I'm fine with that. (We'll just see if it stays that way !) So I changed my approach and put my face into the opened shirt top and felt the soft mat of blonde fur that covered his chest. Moving to my right, I felt the nub of his left nipple and began to softly lick and swirl my tongue over it. I moved my right hand down from his head and grasped a handful of turgid meat and big balls still encased in blue denim. He backed away slightly, looked down at me for 2 or 3 seconds.. then he muttered, "c'mere". Didn't take me half that time!!! I was up against him and inside his big muscular arms ! Both my arms were now around his waist and I felt his hard cock rubbing into my midsection .. Along with my own. "Oh, sweet jesus," he murmured into my neck . "Oh, baby.. why has it taken me so long!" I just pulled him in closer and squeezed the breath out of him !!! "You've never." I abbreviated. "No .. Not ever. never even really considered it seriously until recently.but have thought about it a lot lately. I've been waiting for my wife to go somewhere for a day or a night to see if I could try something .and when I got that `vibe' from you tonight," he whispered back. ".well, now. I'm gonna." "Oh.. Fuck! You feel sooooo good!!!" I whispered, as I pulled in right up against him and ran my hands ups and down his arms. "Damn! I want to feel every bit of you!! Where's the bed?" I demanded. (So much for taking one's time!!) "Here," he said as we both started pulling off our clothes and staggered across the room. By the time we were in there, we were both totally naked - except for our socks!! We fell onto the bed. Thankfully it handled the combined falling weight!!! . and there I was .somehow. on top of him! I raised up on my arms, like in a push-up, and looked down into his face and eyes. All I could see was "LUST" - in all capitals! His cock against mine felt hot and as hard as a steel rod. It kept throbbing and jerking and, as I looked down between us, I could see the shiny glint of a large bubble of pre-cum sitting in the slit of his expanded, nearly purple head. His hips were lifting off the bed and driving his stake against my own throbbing pole. I could feel the wiry hairs on his large balls tickling those of mine resting on top of his. I scooted down his body, kissing and nibbling my way `south' until I was down between his legs and my face was level with my objective. I licked the underside of that straining cock and felt it twitch and rise against my tongue. Then I moved a little lower and began to lathe his ballsack with my tongue. He emitted some sounds like I don't think I ever heard before!!! This was, if he had been truthful, something new for him. Slowly I moved to the left and took that one egg-sized ball into my mouth and began to such and tongue it. Working on it for probably no more than a minute, he had begun to rock his ass side-to-side under me - so I moved over to the right one and repeated what I had just done. As much as I would have liked to, there was no way I could get them both in my mouth at the same time!! But he didn't seem to be missing out. By now he was moaning and spluttering, "Oh. yessssss! Oooooohhhhh,,,, fuck! Yessssss! Oh. baby . ohhhhhhh.. Oohhhhhhh . oooohhhhh . Awwwwwwww, fuck !!!!" That's when I lifted up again and, opening my mouth as wide as I could, and with a mouth full of lubricating saliva, I swallowed his cock in one gulp!! I thought he would come totally unglued !!! Apparently his wife never gave head, or was not at all good at it, because his back arched and his hips came up off the bed, driving that fleshy probe into my throat as he - this time - shouted out loud, "Ohhhhhh my godddddddd!!! OOOOooooooohhhhh, fuuuuuuckkkkkk!!! OOOOooooooh, Jesus !!!!!" With that he reached down and grabbed my ears and I thought he would rip them off my head !!! So I stopped all movement and sucking until he subsided a bit and let loose of them. Then I slowly resumed moving up and down the shaft, rasping the underside of it with my tongue, until I had only the head in my mouth, and my tongue ran round and round the corona of his cockhead. Every now and then, I'd pull even further off and then nibble lightly on the little bit of skin just in the `v' at the base of the head. (yes.. for you anatomy nuts, I know it's called the `frenulum'..and I also know just how f*kin' sensitive it can be!! But somehow the use of latin names seems to shut down some of the `fun' !) Anyway. I was working him for all I could. I'm no `expert' at cocksucking, but I can be pretty good when I want to be !!!! and the more my partner is turned on, the hotter I get. And, let me tell you, at this point, we were lucky the fire alarm didn't go off !!!! .and those of you who `know me' (or are familiar with me through my previous stories), and know that I am most often a horny bottom, also can guess, at that point, my mind had to have only one thought going on in it. "get thee to my ass!" Pushing myself up into a squatting position over his thighs, I had only that one thought. But my idea of what was going to happen was obviously not just my own. I looked over to the right side to the bed table -- and there it was!! A condom and some lube!! There was some planning on his part here. I guess I was lucky enough to have been in just the right place at the right time. It didn't take me long to grab the lube and squeeze some into my hand. Then, after liberally applying it into my ass crack, I guess I `forgot' to roll the condom onto that warm fleshy rebar of a cock standing straight up and leaking pre-cum like it was a water fountain. Slowly I scooted forward on him until I felt his throbbing knob pass my pucker. Then I sat up and backed up just a little.and, yes, right on target, he was pressed against and started to penetrate my hungry sphincter. As his hard rubbery head began to enter my recesses, I opened up and it was my turn to moan and say, "oh.yeah. oh.god, yeah!" It was obvious that he was not unhappy about this turn of events!! "Oh, fuck!" he shouted as he raised his ass to drive his hot, hard, throbbing cock into me. There was no doubt.. This was what we both wanted !! Then he suddenly moved and with that strength that I knew was there, he flipped me over to where I was now under him with my legs high in the air, my knees pushed nearly to my shoulders.. And he began to pound that hot prick into my ass !!!! "Oh, yeah, babe!! Oh, fuckin' yeah!! You have such a hot ass!" he started to splutter!! "Oh... oh.. Ohhhhhhhh!" Me.. Well. I was in heaven!! There was this big gorgeous guy over me, pounding his cock into my ass . changing his rhythm, changing his moves . one minute deep and long fucking.. the next pounding.the next wiggling and rotating so he was driving my hot spot into oblivion!!! For someone who hadn't done this before, he was definitely a `natural' !!! And let me tell you, I was appreciating every slam, bang, and pound! As I watched, his eyes were tightly shut, his mouth a thin line as his lips were pressed together. Sweat began to drip from his face onto my neck. Sweat from his chest was also falling onto my own chest. His biceps were bunched and shining. He was the epitome of rutting male!!!! .and I was his mate! Oh how I wished that it weren't, as I knew it could only be, a one-night thing. But sometimes we can be thankful for even that ! I was looking up and watching as his neck muscles went taught and his face screwed into a caricature of muscles and sinew resembling an anatomy drawing. His back and neck were arched back into a pulled bowstring. I knew where he was!! And I wanted his essence pumped into me!!! "Oh. fuck! Oh. yes!! C'mon baby . shoot that hot manseed into me!" I shouted. "Yes. yes.. Let me feel that man lava inside my guts! Now, baby! Now! .. C'mon. let me have it !! Let me have it!!!" With that, I wrapped my legs behind his back and forced him into me as far as I could get him!! I grabbed his head with both hands, pulled his face to mine, and drove my tongue into his mouth and tried to rip his tonsils out !! This time he didn't resist at all!! Oh, fuck!! I never felt this way before!!! That tight firm body on mine. That full hard and thrusting cock in my ass. It was too much . I needed him to be a part of me, if only for that second!!! That's when he started to really shout!! "Ohhhhhhhhhh. .. Ohhhhhhhh. NNNNNNNNgggggggggghhhh!!! .. I'm gonnnnna cummmmmm.. I'm gonnaaaaaaa... Oh. fuck ! oh. fuck !!! I'mm cummminnnnnnnnn . I'm cumminnnnnnnnn !!!!" He slammed that wonderful fuck tool into me and just pushed and pushed and pushed . and I could feel it swell and jerk and unload. three, four, five, six. it kept going . he must have shot at least a cup and a half of his baby batter into my hungry chute before he finally collapsed onto me. "Thanks, guy," I whispered in his ear. he couldn't make a sound yet. ..... of course.. It took him a few minutes to recover from such a volatile eruption!! Then he kissed the my neck, just below the left ear, and whispered back, "No. thank .you!" and he began to raise himself off me. "No.no.. please. just stay there a little bit. Leave it inside me for a while longer," I asked. "okay..," he murmured, as he lowered his weight back onto me. Oh, he felt sooooo good!! My body started to tremble from his contact -- added to what he had already done to me. This is what man-on-man sex is all about - the act and the afterglow!! Why do so many guys think you have to immediately get up and run?!? Enjoy your `partnering' for as long as you can. It doesn't mean you have to go to the "L-word"..but it doesn't have to be like visiting your proctologist or urologist!! .and we lay there together for a few minutes until he had softened completely and my own muscles had expelled him with a small `plop'. I unloosened my legs from around his back, but continued to rub up and down his back with both my hands. He made little sounds that obviously meant he was enjoying the touching and stroking. How nice!! Here was a guy that really liked being with another man - not just one who had a `pressing need' that he answered from time-to- time. (Not that it ever crossed my mind that this was in any way leading up to some form of `relationship'. That wasn't in the cards, and I knew that from the outset.) Finally he pushed up from me, but he was looking directly into my eyes, keeping that intimate contact. "I think we need to clean up a bit," he said. "How about a beer for the shower?" "Sounds like some good thinking," I replied. "You aren't going to `run', are you?" he continued. "Not if you don't want me to." "Well. I figure that a nice shower and a beer and a little time.well." he kept going. "Nice!! Damned nice!!" I thought to myself. "He wants more .. and, hell, I don't have to be anywhere. .and, yes, he does know how to make you feel good." "Let's do that!" I replied. ... to be continued ... If you liked this story, please let me know . if not. you can also let me know .. And in the meanwhile. ,maybe you can give a `donation' to Nifty... I appreciate hearing from you guys - good or bad-- email to cnjshore9@aol.com