Date: Thu, 29 Apr 2004 21:27:11 EDT
From: Cnjshore9@aol.com
Subject: Sweet Bar Meat

Hey, guys... by now you should know the drill...  if you are under-age or
geo-politically prohibited from continuing with a story that is
homo-erotic, and has rather explicit relationships between two consenting
adult males, then please leave.  Otherwise I do hope you enjoy this story..
As usual, this is a fantasy, so what may not seem "safe sex" in the story
is not the "right way" to do things..  please remember that it could mean
your life, if you don't do it the "safe way"...


Sweet Bar Meat

Several evenings ago, I decided to stop for a couple beers at one of those
chain bar and grills - where they have a family restaurant on one end and a
large bar, filled mostly ith singles, at the other.

I had been there about a half-hour when I heard the stool next to mine
being pulled out, I assumed for someone to sit down.  With my peripheral
vision, I could see that it was a young fellow - maybe late twenties or
early thirties - not too tall, and quite thin, but rather attractive
overall.  When the bartender asked for his order, I was very surprised to
hear a deep baritone voice ask for a "light pint".  It just wasn't the
sound that one would typically expect from someone of his general size.
That, of course, got my attention.

Turning a bit to get a better look, I saw basically what I had already
described - but this time I was able to see the blue eyes that went with
the light hair.  Then as my eyes traveled down to see what else there was,
I was again quite surprised!!  There inside the left leg of his jeans was a
very noticeable bulge alongside his thigh.  Mmmm.  That boy was damn well
equipped !!  But, hell... he was far out my league.  I'm 53, 5'10", 195
pounds... still pretty well holding my own, but not what the typical 30's
would be looking for.

I got back into conversation with the guy on my right and listened to him
complain about his "ass-hole boss" and how he was getting "fucked over
every fucking day".  Well, I thought to myself, if he is as drunk on the
job as he is when he's off...then he probably deserves the shit he's
getting.  Sometimes I wonder why I bother to venture into straight bars,
especially those with working guys.  I guess it's because I'm also a bit
tired of the gay bars and the complaints there that someone just couldn't
find the right shirt for the party last week.

Anyway, there I sat... listening to Mr. Macho (Mr. Soused Macho) go on and
on.  Of course, every now and then I just had to turn back and look at that
incredible, plump pouch resting right on the wooden barstool seat. (I'm
sure you've never had a sight that just kept calling your eyes back, time
after time.(?))  Finally, the beers I had made their demand.  So standing
up and muttering a "'scuse, me", I headed over toward the men's room.

In this particular place the sink is directly in front of you when you open
the door, then there are two urinals to the right of the sink - with a
shield between the sink and the left-hand urinal - but there is no shield
between the two of them.  The toilet stall is then farther down to the
right.  So when I went it, I took the one next to the sink, and "broke the
seal" on the beers in me.  And you know what that means...now I'm going to
back in here shedding used beer every ten minutes!!  As I went out the
door, the big, burly guy from across the bar came in and nearly knocked me
back into the sink.  He apologized and I went back out to my stool.

Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Clause !!  The drunk on my right was gone!
Of course, the young cutie was still in the stool on my left and had a new
pint in front of him - so he'd be there for a while.  As I settled back
onto my stool, a young lady, probably about the same age as the fellow on
my left, hopped up onto the stool vacated by my 'old friend', and
immediately started to talk to me.  Boy, was she barking up the wrong tree!
However, that didn't seem to slow her down at all.  I half tuned her out as
I looked around the bar to see what, or whomever, else might be there.
Buzz! Buzz! My gaydar went of as I picked up on two young men across from
me.  They were sitting there having drinks and just talking, but there was
something that made me think 'gay'.  As I watched, I became that much more
convinced.  Maybe the fact that they were both drinking some pink thing -
through the little straws - helped.  Let's face it, most straights (at
least the ones I know) generally drink brown or clear drinks and down it
from the glass.  Anyway I was looking across when the one on the left
looked up and stared directly at me.  He held his eyes, locked onto mine,
for several long seconds - enough that there was now no doubt at all about
him and his friend.  Then he sort of smiled and looked back down.

I turned back toward the girl next to me and nodded like I had been
listening.  She was now on the tack of how the guys her age are all so into
'bump-and-run', but older guys are much more attentive and take things so
much slower and nicer.  Oh, oh... I knew exactly where that one was going,
so I did the only thing I could at the time... I said "'scuse me" again and
stepped off my stool heading for the men's room.  By now, of course, I had
to go anyway, but it was a good escape from the 'black widow' that was now
moistening her fangs.  As I got off my stool, I stole another quick look to
my left and just savored the sight there for a second.  He really hadn't
moved much, and it was still so prominently displayed there.

Right after I went back into the restroom, and taken up my position at the
hanging porcelain, I hear the door open behind me.  Standing there looking
at the wall in front of me (you know the proper stance and positioning), I
saw the movement to my right as someone came up to use the urinal next to
mine.  Then he came more into my peripheral view, and - wow - it was the
guy next to me at the bar.  I couldn't resist this opportunity.  Slowly and
with minimum movement, I turned my head slightly to the right and looked
over and down.

That's when the deep baritone voice was heard again.  "You seemed so
interested in it out there, I thought I'd come in and let you have a good
look."  And with that he stepped back and turned his whole body toward me.
What he had in his hand was everything I had imagined it would be!!  It was
a good thick five or six inches, still completely soft, with an intact
foreskin that covered just to the tip of the head, where you could see the
piss slit in its little circular opening.  With that, he slowly peeled the
skin back, exposing the shiny, slick, bluish-purple head.  My knees went
weak at the sight...but my cock went into high gear and pulsed twice before
it was hard as the proverbial rock!!  "The voice" reached out and grabbed
my boner and stroked it a couple times, then said, simply, "Very nice."

I hadn't taken my eyes off his now somewhat aroused meat and all I could
think to say was "That looks delicious."  Then I looked up into his face
and our eyes met.

"Wanna go someplace?" he asked.

"Yes...  but where?" I answered.

"I have a van out in the parking lot, on the back side of the building.
It's white with red markings.  Finish up at the bar and come out there.
I'll be waiting."

Somehow managing to get my wits back into my big head, I pushed my hard
cock into my pants and arranged it for least visibility, then went over,
washed my hands and went back out to the bar.  All the while I was still in
the men's room, he was slowly stroking his now eight-to-nine inch rod --
standing so that I could easily see him, but anyone coming in the door
would give him time to get it out of sight.

Once out at the bar, I quickly gathered my money and glasses, took one more
quick sip of my beer, said "gotta run" to the "black widow", put some tip
money at the back edge with my glass, and turned to leave.  I noticed that
the place where "the voice" had been sitting, was now cleared away, so he
must have taken care of it in the seconds before he followed me into the
head.  I quickly glanced across at the two guys who had set my gaydar off
before, and the one was looking right at me - and winked, wearing a little
smirk on his lips.  I smiled back, raising my eyebrows in recognition, then
headed for the door at the back of the restaurant side.

As I came out into the lot, I looked up and down the rows of cars and
trucks parked there, finally seeing a large white van with red commercial
lettering down on my left.  I turned and walked to it.  As I got to the
passenger side, the large side door was opened from inside and I heard that
unmistakable voice saying "Hi, c'mon in."

"Hi," I said as I stepped inside.  "By the way, I'm Peter," I continued
reaching out to shake his hand.

"...and I'm Hank," he responded, as we shook hands and he turned to close
the door behind me.  "Just move over there by the workbench for a sec," he
continued.  As I looked around, I saw that he had built a complete
workbench along the side behind the driver's seat.  It had several tool
boxes strapped on it and a few loose tools ha nging from hooks on the back.
As I turned back and watched, he released a catch up near the top of the
van which was hooked to a clip in the center of a large piece of plywood.
Backing away he lowered the plywood on hinges toward the floor.  Sure
enough, it had a thin mattress attached to the now top side of the board.
"All the comforts of home," he commented.  Opening a drawer under the work
bench, he pulled out a clean sheet and opened it over the mattress.

Without a word he kicked off his shoes, walked onto the mattress, pulled
his shirt over his head, and began to unbuckle his belt.  Taking his lead,
I immediately kicked off my own shoes and began to undress.  Looking around
to the front of the van, thinking that passersby might be able to see in
through the windshield, I saw that Hank already had dropped a curtain that
blocked any view inside the van.

"Wow.  You have it all covered," I remarked.

"Yep.  All the comforts - and privacy - of home, so to speak.  Now come
over here," he continued.

Stepping over to him, I was suddenly wrapped by two very muscular arms and
pulled tightly against him.  His head tilted back, as he looked up to me,
and leaned forward and touched my lips to his.  A slight moan escaped
through his nose.  Reaching up, I put my hands behind his head and pressed
his lips hard to mine.  I felt them open and my tongue darted in to the
warm cavern of his mouth.  He pressed his now very noticeable groin into my
own throbbing tool.  I felt wet inside my shorts as I spurted a dollop of
pre-cum into them.

Letting loose of his head, I moved my hands down to finish the job of
opening his jeans and pushing then down to his knees.  His dark blue briefs
were straining to contain what I already knew was going to be a mammoth
fuck stick.  I then pulled my own slacks down as well, leaving my white
boxer briefs on, and pressed my swollen cock against his.  Rubbing them
together I could feel the heat of his excitement.  "Down," I muttered,
breaking the kiss for a moment.

"MMmmmmm," he answered, still sucking my tongue like it was giving milk.
But then he stepped back and we broke apart.  Sitting down on the mattress
next to each other, we pulled our pants the rest of the way down and off
along with out socks.  Then we turned toward each other now wearing nothing
but our undershorts.

I rolled back and pulled him over onto me.  Our lips locked together again
and our engorged cocks were rubbing together as we both moved our hips to
increase the pleasurable feelings.  Both of us were moaning in extreme
passion.

Then Hank began to slide down me, breaking the kiss and beginning to kiss
and nibble on my neck, then my nipples.  Working his way down past my
navel, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my boxer briefs and
began to work them down under my butt as his lips encountered the top of my
pubic bush and worked its way down to the root of my cock which was still
entrapped under the elastic.  I was going nutz!!!

With a quick tug, he pulled my shorts down to my knees, lifted my cock into
the air, and engulfed it's entire 6-and-a-half inches with his hot mouth.
I "oooophed" and moaned again. Raising my hips off the mattress, I drove my
ramrod into his throat.  I thought I was going to lose it right then -
especially when he reach down and squeezed and twisted malls in their
loose, hairy sack.  This guy really knew how to work a cock !!!  My whole
body was shaking and trembling.  My head was rolling from side to side, and
my brain had gone away.  All I had was thousands of nerve endings
registering near-overload.  But there was something sticking out from his
powerful thighs that I wanted !!!  Twisting under him, I managed to get my
face into the front of his shorts.  With him up slightly on his knees, it
took no effort at all to reach up and pull that intruding cotton cloth out
of the way.  And there it was in all it's enormous glory !!  It had to be
over 8 inches of rigid manhood about half as thick as my wrist.  Thank
goodness it wasn't any wider or I'd have never been able to get it into my
mouth - or where I eventually wanted it to be!!  It had a perfect mushroom
head with a flare that was slightly larger than the shaft behind it.  The
balls were also bigger than mine, and I've been told I have large ones!!!
With them hanging there now over my face, I couldn't resist licking those
two big orbs in their light brown haired bag.

Then I reached up, pulled that monster cock down to my lips and licked the
sweet nectar that was oozing from the slit that was just barely exposed
from its turtle-neck foreskin.  It jerked and swelled and delivered another
shot of his juice.  Mmmmmm... he tasted so good !!  Opening my lips, I
pulled the head into my mouth.  It certainly filled my mouth.  And the
hard, rubbery end pulsed in my mouth, and I again tasted the sweetness from
his baby makers.  Sucking on it like a lollipop, I had wrapped my right
hand around the base and was slowly stroking that velvety soft skin over
the rock hard insides.  Then pushing the skin as far forward as I could, I
slipped my tongue in side the pouch and ran it's rough surface around the
sensitive corona inside, stopping to rasp at the the little 'v' on the
underside.  I felt his "ooooph" exhaled on my own cock as I did so.

I felt the smooth lubricated slickness of his protected head on my tongue
and imagined it sliding into my tight fuck hole.  Yes... that's where I
wanted that baby..  Oh, yes...I wanted it inside me so badly.

Lowering my head, I turned toward him still working slowly on my cock, and
asked, "Hank... would you fuck me now?  I really want you to fuck me with
that grand cock of your's.  Please.... Now..."

Breaking free from my cock, he looked down at me and smiled.  Reaching over
to another drawer of the workbench, he pulled it out and took out a small
bottle of lube.  Lifting my legs up into the air, he squirted some of the
cold liquid onto me just behind my balls.  Then he squeezed a generous
amount onto his gorgeous fuck rod and spread it down the shaft and over the
head.  The skin was pulled back and the head sparkled in the little bit of
light that came through the curtains from the restaurant lights.

Sitting up, I pushed Hank onto his back and straddled his hips.  Reaching
behind me I lifted his joy-giver into position and slowly lowered myself
onto him.  I felt that wonderful full head of his pressing against my
sphincter.  Then slowly but surely it began to stretch the tight ring of
muscle and penetrate.  With a slightly audible pop, the head was in.  There
was only the slightest pain and stinging when I continued to lower myself
and drive his throbbing organ deeper and deeper into my insides.

"Ooooooohhhhhh, damn that feels good!" he hissed through his clenched
teeth.  "Oh, yeah, baby.  Fuck yourself on my cock!!  Oh, yeah,
baby.... Work that ass on my cock!!"

...and work it I did !!!  Wiggling my ass as I lowered myself, I finally
felt his pubes tickling the underside of my balls.  It was all the way
home.  Then I began to rock, every now and then leaning far back on my
heels to feel his tool press against my prostate and sending another drop
of cock snot out of my piss slit and onto his flat stomach.  His hips were
now starting to bounce and bump up, driving his tool into my ass as deeply
as he could.

"Okay.  I'm ready now.  What way do you want to fuck me?"

"Lie on your back so I can watch your face as I fuck you.  That's the way I
like to do it." he said.  So I rolled off him and lay on my back, pulling
my legs up and out to open myself to him.  He rolled over and got up on his
knees behind my balls.  I watched as he lined the tip up with my now
loosened hole and leaned forward.  It drove right in, all the way to the
hilt.  I felt the corona stretch its way inch by inch into my chute then
suck its way back out as Hank withdrew.  Leaning forward over me, he began
to piston his cock in and out of my hungry ass lips.

Oh, that man knew how to fuck!!  I could tell by the increased tempo that
he was getting closer, and as he drove harder and harder into me, his
cockhead rode over my prostate and had me about to blow my load.  Harder
and faster he pounded away.  I started to moan and groan in response to his
thrusts.  I was still watching his face although his eyes were now closed
and he wasn't looking at me anymore.

"Oooohhh, yesssss!!  Fuck me, babe!  Fuck me hard!!  Ooooooooohhhh that
feels so good!!  Oh, that pole is sooo fucking good!!!  Ram it to me, babe!
I want to feel you shoot your hot load deep in my guts!!  C'mon, babe,
shoot that load!!!!  Fill me up!!"

The perspiration was now forming on his forehead and cheeks and beginning
to run down to his chin.  It wouldn't be long before it began to drip onto
my chest.  There was already a puddle of pre-cum collected on my stomach
from my dripping cock, and each time he jammed that pole back into me and
over my prostate, another drop squeezed out.

"Ooooooooohhhhhhh, shiiiiiiitttttttt!" he exclaimed through his gritted
teeth.  "I'mmmm gonnnnnnnaaaa cummmmmmmmmmmm!  OOOOOooooohhhh,
yeah....baby... I'mmm gonnnnaaaaa cummmmmmmmm!
NNNNnnnnnnnggggggghhhhhhhh!!!!"

With that his head reared back, his back arched, every muscle on his body
contracted and he slammed his hips into me driving his cock in even deeper
than before.  That's when I felt it jerk and swell deep inside me, and the
first blast of his lava-like spunk splattered onto the walls of my guts,
and he shouted out loud, "AAANNNNNnnggggggghhhhhh!"

Then there was more and more of that wonderful, hot baby juice pumping into
me! He didn't move...just kept himself buried in my ass...with his eyes
still shut.  I lost count, but there must have been five or six of those
eruptions filling my insides with his ball paint.  All I know is that I
felt totally filled with his man-pleasing load!!  It was everything that I
wanted at that time!  Everything I could even imagine!!  My man was giving
me everything he could!!!

The mental image of his gorgeous uncut cock spewing its jizm into me was
just what it took to push me over the edge.  I felt my balls pull up and
that ball of electricity formed under them. Then suddenly it exploded and
shot out into my spine and up to what was left of my brain!!  My cock let
loose with a rope of pearly white cum that jetted almost up to my chin.  It
was followed in quick succession by three or four more spurts that left my
chest covered in what looked like a quart of spooge.  I squeezed my ass
tight onto his cock and used my internal muscles to milk his big throbbing
piece of manmeat.  I wanted to drain those huge fucking balls!!!

Hank was still imbedded in my ass and was just wiggling his hips and
squeezing out every drop of his ball juice into me.  I was spent, but still
wanted more of his love cream.  All I could do was lie there and make small
whimpering sounds.

Finally he spoke.  "Ohhhhhh, that was good!!  I had a feeling when I first
saw you checking me out that you would be a good fuck, but that was
incredible!!!!"

Managing finally to gain a small bit of control over my body, I answered,
"and I thought the same... that what I saw in your jeans would make a
wonderful fuck and damn did you prove me right!!!  ....but can we do this
again?"

"I'd love to, guy....but I don't live around here.  In fact I was just
passing through on my way to Virginia and decided to stop for a quick beer.
I had a job up a few miles north of here the past week, but it's finished
and I'm heading home.  Don't know when, or even if, I'll ever get back to
the area.  ....but if I ever do, I'll sure try to find you.  Want to give
me your number?"

"Yeah...  I'd love to have a replay of this.  I'll give you my number
before I leave.  You can call anytime you might be coming (cumming?)
through.  Hey, by the way... this van is great."

"Yep...  it really works out on nights like this.  I keep meeting guys that
don't have a place to go, and at home I don't .. actually I'm married...
so I figured out this rig and now I always have 'a place' with me for those
spur-of-the-moment times."

Re-opening the drawer that he had taken the lube from, Hank reached in and
took out a small container of wet-wipes and a couple of small towels.
"See... it's got everything," he quipped.

After cleaning ourselves off, we got dressed and I started to leave.  "Oh,
yeah.. you got a pen and something I can write on?  I want to give you my
number."

"Here," he said reaching into a box on the workbench.

Taking it from him, I wrote my cell number down and handed it back to him.
"I really mean it.  If you do get up this way, give me a call."

"Oh... I will." he replied.  Then reaching up, he kissed me lightly on the
lips and rubbed his still firm manhood against me.  "G'night, Peter," he
said as he opened the door and I stepped back out onto the parking lot.

"G'night, Hank," I replied.  "Damn that was good!"

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