Date: Wed, 27 Feb 2013 16:04:49 -0500 (EST) From: DOGG <nphillydogg@aol.com> Subject: my son in the bar-20 ****THE FOLLOWING STORY CONCEPT WAS ORIGINALLY WRITTEN AND CREATED BY THE AUTHOR WILLINGMIKE2@GMAIL.COM, WHO GRACIOUSLY ALLOWED ME (NPHILLYDOGG) TO CONTINUE AND COMPLETE HIS TALE. PLEASE FEEL FREE TO EMAIL EITHER ONE, OR THE BOTH OF US WITH YOUR QUESTIONS AND COMMENTS. THANK YOU FOR READING**** _________________________________________________________________________ MY SON IN THE BAR-20 Tyrone and Willie decided to stop off at The Frog for a couple of drinks, after leaving my house that night. Their cocks were fully satisfied after fucking my son [Shawn] and me as they walked into the bar, taking seats at the counter, then ordering themselves a couple of rounds of beer. "uh...sorry fellas..., but it doesn't seem like MIKE nor his son's gonna be coming through tonight...!" said Joe [the bar's owner], as he got their drinks. "I tried calling his cell phone, but I ain't get no answer...!" "Oh, we just LEFT Mike's place..." smirked Ty, turning the beer bottle up to his lips. "...he WON'T be comin' in t'nite..." he conformed. "...we putta real HURTIN' on that pussy b'fore we left...! Rite Will...?" "Yeah." answered Willie, more concerned about his beer than conversation. "YOU guys were over Mike's place...?" asked Joe, sounding concerned as a small group of patrons [friends who wanted their cocks sucked] gathered around to hear what happened. "What did you guys DO to him...?" "Nothin' he ain't WANT done...!" answered Tyrone, oblivious to the growing mob of angry men behind him. "So it's you guys fault that Mike's not coming IN tonight...?" asked one of the men, shoving Ty in the back. "YO..." protested the black man [getting up from his seat]. "...he came to OUR job today looking to get hired as a trucker, but got gang banged by all the drivers instead...! Will and I drove `em home afterwards, then put `em to bed! He was out like a light b'fore we left! Ain't OUR fault he could'n hang!" "Alight, alright...everyone back off...! It doesn't look like THEY did anything BAD to Mike..., maybe he'll be IN tomorrow night...?" said Joe, trying to calm down his angry patrons. "I came for a blow job TONIGHT, not tomorrow night!" yelled one of the guys. "I know, I know..." said Joe, keeping the peace. "...we'll work something out...! Maybe we can find a CHICK to work the gloryhole like we used to do in the old days...?" "A chick ain't gonna suck cock like a fag would!" argued another patron. Joe wiped the sweat from his brow... "Look guys...we just have to be understanding..." he reasoned. "...the man just lost his JOB..., he's obviously worried about finding another one...! If ANYBODY should be blamed for Mike's no show tonight, it should be THEM...!" he proclaimed, pointing at the Mexican's table. "THEY'RE the ones that made Mike lost his job!" Carlos, Luis, and Peppi looked around at the angry mob of mostly white patrons, quickly becoming uncomfortable as all eyes fell upon them. "Wait now..." protested Carlos [the only real English speaking member at his table]. "...we were just as disappointed as the rest of you when Mike lost his job!" "Because YOU GUYS fucked him in front of a client! Why couldn't ya just WAIT til he got back to the bar like the rest of us...?" argued Joe. "By the way..., why weren't any of YOU fired along with him...?" he inquired. "Because HE was the manager...! They called it `an abuse of power'! As his subordinates, we had no power to deny his advances..., at least THAT'S how the job saw it!" explained Carlos. "But WE didn't want to see him get fired...! He was a GREAT manager...! We loved fucking him too...!" "humph..., I STILL say if you guys weren't trying to FUCK him at work, none of this would've happened...!" reasoned Joe. "Of course not..." agreed Carlos. "...but WHO here wouldn't have tried if he was working side by side with you all day...?" he asked, as everyone looked around at one another thinking the same thoughts. "We get horny all the time! Sometimes we jack off in restrooms just so we can concentrate on the work at hand...! But WHY jack off when there was someone standing beside you who can suck and get fucked...? We only did what was natural!" The crowd started to disburse. Most of the patrons went back to their tables or corners to finish their beers, while some simply left, having only come IN for the sex. In the background sat Beau and his older brother Darren. Beau was still seething from the rape Tyrone and Willie had done to Darren while Beau was preoccupied fucking Shawn [way back in chap-5]. He had a BONE to pick with them, and was waiting for just the right moment to pick it. Ordering more beers, he announced that there might be a couple of NEW cocksuckers coming through any minutes, getting some of the patrons hyped up with anticipation once again. Having satisfied their thirsts, Willie and Ty paid their tabs then got up to leave... "Hey COCKSUCKERS..., where'r you think yur goin'...?!" asked Beau [tipsy]. Tyrone and Willie stopped in their tracks, turning around to see WHO they were talking to...? As Darren tried [unsuccessfully] to shut his brother up...! "Yeah..., I'm talkin' the two BLACK motherfuckers up front...!" added Beau, distinctively. "What's yur problem, son...?" asked Tyrone, shifting his pants up around his waist. "You don't remember me...?" asked Beau, standing up towards the back of the bar. "Or maybe you'd remember FUCKIN' my brother in the men's room that night a few weeks back...?!" he inquired, pulling Darren up out of his seat [reluctantly]. "Ohhhh yeah..., sup...?" asked Tyrone, recalling the tight ass white boy wrapped around his dick. Darren meekly nodded `hello' [before sitting back down], wishing he could fade into the woodwork as his drunken brother defended his honor...! "Don't SPEAK to him...!" yelled Beau, "You speak to ME! I'm the one talkin' to you!" "Why don't you have a cup'a coffee and sober up...?" suggested Ty, as he and Willie headed for the door. That's when Beau threw a beer bottle across the room, causing it to shatter against Willie's skull. "URRHHGG...!" yelled Willie, falling to the floor [bleeding from his head]. "You motherfucka...!" yelled Tyrone, rushing across the room to fight. Patrons jumped up out of the way, scurrying for safety as two groups of men grabbed Tyrone and Beau before any fists could be thrown. The two men fought to get at one another, both hyped beyond belief and out for blood. Joe helped Willie up off the floor, getting him a seat at the bar before rushing into the backroom for the first aid kit. "What the fuck WRONG with you...??!" asked Ron, pushing Beau into the back of the bar where the pool table are. "Those dirty niggers raped my brother...!" shouted Beau angrily, pacing the floor like an trapped tiger. "I'm gonna make `em PAY for what they did!" "How...?" asked Ron, curiously. "I'mma FUCK them right back! Just like they did HIM!" reasoned Beau. "Bring it ON, white boi...! We'll SEE who gets fucked!" shouted Tyrone, closer to the front of the bar. "THIS ain't the time or the place for some half-ass revenge!" argued Ron. "You start a fight in HERE, and we'll ALL get involved!" "I don't care!" shouted Beau, defiantly. "I ain't scared of YOU! I ain't scared of NONE of you motherfuckers!" "Hey..." called Ron, as some of the huskier patrons stepped up to help. "...make SURE this asshole stays put til I get back...!" Ron made his way across the bar to Tyrone and Willie. "How is he...?" he asked. "Just a cut..." said Joe, adding peroxide and gauze. "...3 or 4 stitches MAX!" he added. "Okay..., take your buddy to the hospital..." said Ron, turning to Tyrone. "...but don't mention the fight at the bar...!" "Fuck that!" said Tyrone. Ron gripped Ty by the arm... "Do you want the COPS in here nosing around...?" he asked. "If Joe gets hit with a fine or closes down, there goes your daily blow jobs...!" Tyrone thought about that, then yanked his arm away from Ron's grip...! "Aiight buddy..." he said, turning towards Willie. "...let's get you to a hospital...!" he offered, helping walk Willie outside... Crisis diverted! /////////// Sometime later the next morning... I had erotic dreams all night, getting fucked by every man I saw, in every conceivable situation imaginable: the attendant at the gas station, the ticket agent at the ball game, security at the mall, my mechanic, my former boss, etc... I awoke when I felt my son Shawn shaking me awake... "Dad...! Dada..., are you gonna be alright...?" he asked, concerned. "uh..." I groaned, as my eyes opened for the first time [since the last time]... "...huh..?" I asked, unsure where I was...? "I'm on my way to school..." informed Shawn, hovering over me as he stared directly into my face. "...are you going to be alright here without me today...?" he asked. "oh...yeah..." I said, finally realizing what he was saying... "...yeah...! Go on to school, son..." I said, pulling back the covers. "...I'll be alright...!" "Okay dad..." said Shawn, having already donned his book bag. "...you KNOW how Jimmy Little gets if I'm late...!" he said as he was walking out the door. "I made coffee for you on the counter! Have a great day!" he shouted, before leaving. Jimmy Little was the lil' punk that rules my son's life as a cocksucker. I have little power or control to stop it, as my son is heavily vested in servicing Little and the gang of boys he rustled up every day for Shawn to suck! My body was still physically aching after the gang bang it took at the Fernway Trucking Company yesterday [chaps-17 & 18]. I had no idea how many men I serviced [stupidly believing I was interviewing for a trucking job that never existed], but my body felt as if I'd ran an Olympic Marathon! I sat on the side of the bed for a while, trying to gather the strength to make it into the bathroom. My bed was still damp from all the gallons of CUM that drained from my leaking asshole during the night. When I finally stood up, my asshole yawned open and another trail of spent trucker's cum cascaded from my bowels and drooled down the backs of my hairy legs. I quickly made my way into the bathroom, where I opted to jump into the shower instead of sitting on the toilet. The hot water felt wonderful over my aching muscles. I was able to relax under the massaging spray of water, allowing myself to pee. I pushed out with my anal muscles and felt the last of the trucker cum escaping from my pouting anal lips, washing away down the drain. After my shower I wandered into the kitchen where I could smell the coffee Shawn left percolating in the coffee maker. I poured myself a cup as I contemplated my next move. I needed to find a job quickly if I was going to make RENT next month [and the month after, and the month after]. I got Online and started searching the Want Ads for construction jobs, or anything else that might compete with the pay I made. I was only a few minutes into the list when I heard a knock at the door. Curious as to who it could be, I got up [wearing nothing but my boxer shorts] and answered the door... "JOE...!" I said, surprised to see my bartender in the morning light. "Hi Mike..., mind if I come in...?" he asked, carrying a package. "Sure...sure Joe...!" I invited, stepping aside as he walked into my apartment for the first time. Joe wasn't in his usual bartending attire [black slacks, white shirt, apron], but he looked pretty good out of uniform in a blue jeans and a button down black shirt. The clothes still hid the fact that he had a well-defined muscular physique underneath. "Nice place ya got here, Mike..." he said, taking a quick look around. "...real nice...! Is Shawn home...?" he asked, hopeful. "No...he's left for school already...!" I informed, much to his disappointment. "What can I DO for you this morning...?" I asked politely, wondering WHY the visit? "We MISSED you down at the bar, last night...!" he led off with. I'd suspected THAT was the reason he came here for. I'd broken our agreement to service the bar every night with my son. "Tyrone and Willie dropped by for a couple of drinks, and explained WHY you wasn't coming in or answering your cell phone!" explained Joe, before going ON to tell me what happened between Tyrone and Beau at the bar, saying it got very close to fisticuffs! "I guess a lot of the guys were frustrated after not being about to get off after work, n'all...!" he added, laying on the guilt. "There were a lot of disappointed people there last night! You have no idea how many guys look forward to blowing off steam with you and your boy...! Many of the guys take a lotta SHIT at work, with their coworkers and bosses..., or at home, with their kids and ole ladies...! Lots of `em can't wait til they get off work and come down to the bar for a couple of drinks and some good head and ass!" "Well, I apologize..." I said, feeling guilty for being too worn out. Joe shifted [somewhat nervously], scratching the back of his head... "uh, Mike..." he hesitated, as if unsure he should ask...? "...I was uh..., I was WONDERING...if you're planning on stopping through tonight...? Or IF Shawn might be available...? I mean...since HE was the one that started this whole thing anyway...!" "We SHOULD be there tonight, Joe..." I assured. "...barring no incidents or fights...!" "Oh no Mike, no...! We had that covered!" assured Joe. "Ron took Beau to the back of the bar and reasoned with him, while we ushered Tyrone and Willie out the front door! Everyone's promised to be on their BEST behavior tonight! We wouldn't put you and your boy in danger...! We know how important he is to you n'all...!" "Thanks Joe, I appreciate that...!" I said. "So...Ron was there too...?" I asked, thinking of my friend. "Oh yeah..., I think he was there looking for YOU...!" said Joe. "Did you two make up yet?" "um...I'm not sure..." I answered, honestly. I had no idea if Ron was still mad at me, OR what he was even mad about?? "You two'r SPECIAL friends..." said Joe, understanding the dynamics of our relationship. "...you'll make up when the time is right...!" "I hope so...!" I said, walking Joe towards the door [believing our conversation was ending]... That's when Joe asked... "uh...Mike..., I was wondering..., what you said to me back at the bar the other night before we...we...ya know...!" he said vaguely. "What was that, Joe...?" I asked, sitting my coffee cup down on the counter... "Ya know..." repeated Joe. "...when you said anytime I needed some ass, I could uh..., ya know..., come to YOU...!" he reminded. "Did ya MEAN that...? Or was that just nice talk...?" "I meant it." I assured. "Oh, good..." he smiled, looking relieved. "...I'm glad...! Cuz I was hoping that since I'm already here n'all...?" "You were hoping to get some ass...?" I asked, reading between the lines. "Well...yeah! IF it's not too much trouble...?" he said, rubbing his lump in his crotch. "I only get to get off when you and the boy stop by..., and since neither of you showed up last night..." "I understand, Joe..." I said, knowing Joe hadn't had any regular sex since his wife passed some time ago. "...I'd be glad to put out for you...!" "You're a class act, Mike...!" glee Joe, following me into my bedroom. "Oh and, by the way..., a small group of us collected tips for ya last night anyway, despite the absence!" he said, handing me the tip jar full of loot. "It ain't much..." he blushed, as I accepted the gift. "...just a token of appreciation for taking CARE of us like ya do..!" "Gee...THANKS Joe..." I swelled, touched by the generosity, leading Joe into the bedroom. While Joe undressed [I watched him peel off each layer of clothing, getting my first real look at his body in the day light. Joe was a former boxer, and while he didn't have the firm physique and good looks he may have had 20 so years ago, he was still in pretty god shape for a man his age], I stripped the wet stained sheets off the bed and replaced them with a blanket to hide the large wet cum stains which drained from my ass last night. I couldn't help but be impressed with Joe's hairy body as it came into view. I removed my boxers and took my place on the bed. Joe walked towards me [awkwardly], his enormous 10" horse cock swinging between his legs. "How do you want me...?" I asked, reaching for the lube as I squirted a generous amount on my fingers, then reached down between my spread legs to anoint my hairy anus... "Like THAT is fine...!" he said, climbing up onto the bed with me. I laid back against the pillows comfortably as Joe maneuvered between my legs. I fully expected him to lift them and shove his cock in my ass without ceremony, but he surprised me by grounding groins, rubbing our pubics together while he hovered open top of me in pushup position. I could feel my cock starting to harden as Joe's hardening cock rubbed backwards between my hairy ass cheeks. "You like that, eh Mike...?" he asked, staring down into my face as I looked down between our grinding bodies. "Yeah...feels nice...!" I admitted, running my hands along the sides of his body. Joe lifted and lowered himself onto me, rubbing his body back and forth over mine. I instinctively lifted my legs in missionary, letting his cock rub over my ass crack. Joe licked his lips, then lowered his face onto mine and kissed me for the first time. I felt his thin wet lip tentatively touch mine, before his cigarette tasting tongue suddenly slithered into my mouth. I wasn't expecting such a show of passion as Joe sealed his mouth to mine, then tried to stretch his tongue down the back of my throat. While kissing, I felt him reach down between our bodies and aim his erect cock up between my cheeks towards my asshole... "UMMMPHH..." I groaned into Joe's mouth as his cock forced its way through my anal ring to sink deep inside me. "Oh...sorry Mike..." he apologized [ripping his tongue from my mouth], once he realized the discomfort I felt. "...I didn't mean to hurt ya...!" "It's okay, Joe..., I'm used to it...!" I said, spurring him on. Joe pushed all the way inside me until his groin touched into my nut sack. I saw his eyes flutter upward in their sockets as the silky warm sensation of my inner ass hit his cock like a ton of bricks. Lowering his head to my shoulder, Joe started thrusting back and forth. Slowly at first, allowing my body to get used to his 10 inch muscle. "How's that feel, Mike...?" he asked, lifting his head to stare back down at me. "Feels great, Joe...!" I said, keeping my own eyes closed in concentration [keeping my anus relaxed]. I could feel Joe's cock moving through me, sliding back and forth as he pulled nearly all the way out before sinking back in...! "I love fucking your ass, Mike..." he admitted, thrusting in and out. "...it's the closest thing to REAL pussy without all of the drama bullshit you have to go through with dating women!" I could feel Joe starting to set himself a steady pace as he moved his hips. I relaxed back against the bed with my legs spread wide on either side of his thrusting body, my own 9" cock lying hard across my stomach, dormant, waiting for stimulation. I held onto Joe's hips as he pumped into me, sliding his thick fat prick through my suctioning asshole. If Joe's facial expressions were any indication as to how good he felt, he really liked fucking my ass! I watched him ooh and ahh as he started to thrust faster. Just watching him enjoy himself made ME feel good. I could feel my asshole relaxing under his constant massage of his phallus, knowing it would eventually cause him to orgasm. Soon he was sliding all the way in and out [from tip to base] smoothly, with little to no effort at all. I continued to keep my eyes closed, opting to masturbate to the erotic imageries in my head as I reached in-between our bodies and started stroking my cock. Despite all of my pains and protests, despite my arguable past as a ladies man, my cock was ROCK HARD as Joe's enormous ramrod fucked through me. There was just no other feeling that could compare to getting fucked by a well-endowed man. No amount of pussy eating or pussy fucking, no amount of women you've conquered or bedded could compare to the feeling of another MAN'S stiff cock sliding smoothly through your stretched bowels! It was definitely like being massaged from the inside out as his hard fleshy cock rubbed back and forth over my wet and sensitive innards...! I could actually feel myself well on my way to orgasm when Joe suddenly said... "Oh Mike, I LOVE this ass...! Now I see why RON loves it so much...!" `Ron...?' –I wondered, opening my eyes [losing my train of thought]... "Ron's mentioned fucking me...?" I couldn't help but ask. "huh...?" asked Joe, unaware of what he said. "Ron..." I reminded, immediately. "...you said now you know why RON loves my ass so much...! Has Ron mentioned fucking me...?" I asked desperately, needing to know. "He hasn't had to..." said Joe, never losing a beat with his pumping hips. "...I can tell how he feels by the things he DOESN'T say! He really loves you...!" "No..., Ron HATES me...!" I argued. "WHY do you think he hates you so much...?" asked Joe, stabbing his cock into my ass faster now. "He doesn't like that he loves you! He doesn't know how to FEEL about it, so he gets angry and acts pissed off! It's CLASSIC behavior!" "You THINK so...?" I asked, hopeful that our friendship could be repaired. "I KNOW so!" assured Joe, never missing a stroke as he dove deep through my colon. I have to admit, I felt a great deal of relief. Joe's assessment of Ron and his possible feelings sounded justified, giving me hope to believe things might work out. Spreading my legs wider, I gave Joe's thrusting cock a chance to go even deeper. Joe too full advantage as his big bloated balls began to slap against my ass. I stroked my dick in time with his thrusts, wanting to climax when he did. Joe continued to stare down into my face and eyes, reading my expressions as he fucked. Just as the cum started shooting out of the tip of my spurting dick, Joe leaned down and kissed me again, shoving his thick tongue back into my mouth. "UMMMPPHHHH...!!" I groaned as I came all over my hairy chest and stomach, panting into Joe's mouth as he forced more of it into my oral cavity...! "Oh shit, Mike..., I can feel your cunt squeezing my cock...!" he gasped, fucking me harder as I lay back in bed with my legs spread wide for him. Joe slammed his cock into me as he fucked straight through me, battering my anus with his gigantic phallus. I reached up and ran my hands through the forest of hair on his chest, pulling the hairs which sort of sent Joe over the edge... "aarrrhhhh fuck..." he groaned, shoving all the way in...! I could feel his thick cock pulse and strain, before filling me with thick gobs of rich cum! "AAARRRRHHHHHHHHH...!!" Joe collapsed on top of me as his cock jerked inside me, slowly draining the last of his orgasm into my clutching anus. He sealed his mouth to mind once again, French kissing me deeply as his tongue slithered about in my mouth. _______________________________________ Written by Eugene Marvin aka NPHILLYDOGG@aol.com Email me or Willingmike2@gmail.com with questions, comments, and suggestions.