Gay sex story – The Bartender

Gay sex story – The Bartender

“My honeymoon is ruined,” I say to the attractive young man behind the bar. He’s drying glasses and setting them up on the counter so they’ll be ready for coming customers.

“Why do you say that?” he asks, tossing his towel aside. He comes over to where I’m sitting and refills my whiskey.

I take the shot, savoring the burn as it slides down my throat. I slam the glass back down on the polished mahogany bar, eyes stinging. “I caught my wife in our wedding bed with the pizza boy when I came back from the convenience store. Pour me another?”

He doesn’t miss a beat as he refills my glass. “What you need to do is to find some hot young thing here at the hotel to help you get over her,” he suggests. “I get off at eleven, if you’re interested.”

I choke on my whiskey. It burns my windpipe as I cough into my napkin, eyes watering with pain. “I–I beg your pardon?” I say, wondering if he is insinuating what I think he is. Unbelievably, my cock has stirred at the prospect, and it freaks me out.

“Sorry, I guess I was getting the wrong vibes from you. I’m straight all the way?”

I want to tell him yes I’m straight all the way, but the way he’s looking at me, his eyes dark and penetrating, makes it hard for me to deny that I find him attractive. His dark olive skin sets off the black of his hair so well, and I find I can’t take my eyes off his full lips. I picture those lips, stretched around my cock, red and plump, and my erection grows.

“I take it you’re not sure, then?” he says, his smile dazzlingly white with perfect teeth. “If you’d like a good time, I can show you one.” He places both hands on the edge of the bar, arms straight, looking at me expectantly.

I feel dizzy. All of the blood in my brain has rushed south as I wonder what it would feel like to have another hard cock rub against mine, how it would feel to be dominated by a heavy, chiseled body, not the soft, squishy feeling of a woman. I must not be thinking clearly, because I’ve nodded my head and received a hand squeeze in return. He’s refilled my glass and crossed to the other side of the bar to serve another patron.

My heart is hammering in my chest, making me sweat and clutch the bag that I’ve got sitting in my lap, full of lube and condoms. I’d forgotten to pack them, which is why I’d run to the store in the first place. That’s what started this whole mess, but I figure that it’s better for me to find out that Hetal is a cheating bitch now, before our marriage is recorded, than years from now, when we have kids to deal with.

I take my shot of whiskey, toasting the air to the children I will never have. My face burns red when I realize what I’ve agreed to do tonight. Maybe he’ll just let me snuggle with him; I don’t have to go all the way with a stranger I’ve just met, but the more I think about sex, the more turned on I am by the idea of sex with a stranger, Gay sex at that.

Eleven o’clock comes around all too soon and I find myself being pressed against an apartment door with a knee tucked between my thighs, rubbing me to complete hardness. I hold my paper bag tightly, wetting the grip I have on it with my perspiration soaked hand. He looks at me with his deep dark eyes, nearly pools of black, the pupils dilated. “Do you want this?” he asks, raising his leg slightly, so it rubs against me even harder and fills me full of want.

“Yes,” I say, thinking of nothing but the still clothed cock that’s mere inches from my own, wondering what it will feel like, taste like, wondering if I have the balls to try. He reaches around my waist and fumbles the key in the lock, catching me as I stumble drunkenly backward as my support swings open.

His apartment is a single room, dominated by a king sized bed, all dressed in white. The color scheme is white and blue, and he’s got it down to an art form, the way everything stands out so vivid and bright and inviting.

Before I realize it, I am being pushed to the bed and down onto it, my body covered by his and his tongue invading my mouth. I kiss back, amazed at how much the shadow on his face –rough and rugged– is turning me on. I moan into his mouth as he explores mine, discovering all the little hot spots that I didn’t even know I had.

Then there is a hand at the fly of my jeans, fumbling with the zipper over my bulge. I’m suffocating beneath him, breathing heavily through my nose as our tongues and mouths move together perfectly, nipping and sucking. He’s got my cock out before I know it and is touching it with silken fingers, smearing the bead of pre-come over the tip, making me push up into his hand, seeking more friction.

He breaks away and then I’m engulfed in his hot, sucking mouth, on the brink of orgasm. He works me with an expert tongue, in ways I’ve never experienced before. I look down into the dark pools of his eyes and see the look of pure enjoyment on his face as he relishes in the feel of my cock in his mouth. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, so unlike Hetal and her half-assed blow-jobs.

Suddenly I’m way too hot, my balls draw up tightly, but he doesn’t let up; instead he takes me deeper, until I’m hitting the back of his throat, and thrusting mercilessly into his mouth. I groan as I feel the wet muscle that is his tongue, slide up and down the veined ridge, sucking me like a vacuum, as if he was enjoying the most delicious lollipop in the world, and can’t get enough of it.

I hold back as long as possible, and finally, after one spectacular movement of his tongue over my slit and being sucked to the root, I come, thick and heavy down his throat. He amazes me when he swallows my jizz with a smile on his face and another in his eyes.

He rises above me once more, and grips the waistband of my jeans and boxers, bringing them down to my knees with one swift pull. He’s standing at the side of the bed, where my legs are hanging off and he kicks off his shoes and lets his pants fall in a puddle around his feet. His erection is thick and long and stands at attention, straining upward towards his navel from a bed of neatly trimmed, tight, black curls.

He steps out of his pants and falls to his knees at my feet, taking off my shoes and socks and pulling my pants off the rest of the way. I rise up on my elbows to watch him and he spots my shopping bag and cocks an eyebrow at me as if to ask for permission to look inside. I grin at him, and he unrolls the abused paper and pulls out the boxes, laughing. “You came prepared,” he says with a bright smile. “What do you say we put these to some use?”

I nod at him, not sure who he intends to have wear the condom, but my cock is growing again, and I find that I don’t much care, as long as he continues to lavish attention on me in a way I’ve never experienced in my entire life. He kisses his way up my dangling legs, past my half-mast cock, and slides his hands under my t-shirt and teases my nipples with his fingers. My nipples have never been so sensitive before.

And then I have a mouthful of tongue once more, this time accompanied by the bitter taste of my release lingering in his mouth. It makes me harden further when I feel our erections, naked and bumping against one another. “I want this,” I gasp, sealing my mouth over his once again until he breaks the kiss and gives me a healthy grind, smiling down at me.

“What exactly do you want?” he asks, a black eyebrow rose cockily.

I grin up at him stupidly. “I don’t care. As long as you’re the one doing it, I want it,” I say, realizing too late that I’ve just agreed to bottom.

He presses his groin against mine once again, making me moan out loud, before he rolls off me and begins to unfasten the buttons of his starched white shirt. I pull my t-shirt over my head and fling it to the floor, and he brings the boxes of lube and condoms to the bed and pats the pillow beside him, inviting me to get more comfortable. I scoot up beside him, feeling sexier than I’ve ever felt as his eyes devour me with obvious lust.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, voice low and dangerous. “I could spend all day eating you.”

I look at him, confused, but he flashes me another of his charming smiles and I feel my body relax, the alcohol dimming my perceptions. I close my eyes as the world turns, and open them to the sensation of my legs bent open at the knees and a cool wetness, toying with my hole in slippery circles.

“Nggh!” I cry, as I am breached by his middle finger. It burns a bit, but he finds my prostate straight away and presses on it. I never knew how hot I could get before now. I never want it to end, this building sensation of ultimate pleasure. He fucks me with his fingers, now two are in and I’m pressing back against them, feeling my hole try to suck them back in every time they are drawn out. They belong in my body; I’m just not complete without this feeling of fullness.

I feel a glob of cold lube hit my entrance as he slips a third finger inside and warms it slowly, filling me with the slick substance and fucking me with his hand. It feels too good; I begin stroking myself in time to his finger thrusts, imagining it’s his cock buried balls deep inside me.

My face grows hot as I realize the repercussions of what these thoughts must mean. I’m gay, or at least I could be. How had I not realized before now how awesome another man could make me feel?

“Are you ready?” his voice ask me, nearly cracking with need. I look down at him, where he is sitting on his feet, stroking himself with one hand, up and down his fabulous shaft and pleasuring me with the other.

I nod, and the hand is withdrawn. I watch him tear open the box of condoms and rip a packet open with his teeth. He rolls it down his shaft; placing a drop of lube just inside on the tip and slathering his gloved cock with it afterward.

My breath hitches as I feel the blunt cock head at my entrance push its way in, past the first tight ring of muscle. He pauses, grunting, waiting for something I guess, and I wriggle my hips against him, feeling as though my body is drawing him in the rest of way. I had expected pain, but there isn’t any, just a feeling of extreme fullness accentuated by a pleasurable ache the further he inches his way in. His face is worth it; there is a look of absolute pleasure upon it. His eyelids flutter and his mouth drops open into an ‘O’.

I’m so full I could burst, but I relax my body and accept the intrusion, loving the way he gasps with each small thrust. And then, he’s covering my body and is kissing at my neck, pushing in against my pleasure spot and making me writhe beneath him. I bring my arms up to circle his muscular back, letting them traverse the dips and hills, rippling beneath my hands. I bring my legs up to circle his bottom, feeling his thrusting, muscular ass as he pounds me into the mattress, harder each time, until I’m sure I’m not going to be able to walk for days. I don’t care, as long as he stays inside me.

He’s sucking my neck, drawing my flesh up into his mouth, and then flattening it out with his tongue. I’m sure the marks he’s leaving will be angry and red, evidence of our escapade, and I love it.

I sneak a hand down between us, so I can stroke myself back into full hardness, and soon, I’m breathing as heavily as he is, sweat pouring down my temples and pooling hot in the shells of my ears.

“Close,” he gasps, next to my ear and turns his face to find my mouth once again. I speed up my strokes, shaking with exertion and feeling the wet hair of his bangs hit my forehead. Our mouths sing together, perfect harmony, and he stiffens as I feel the build up of orgasm deep within the pit of my belly.

He’s come inside me and the thought sends me over the edge. I come in thick spurts between our sweat slicked bodies, still fastened at the ass and the mouth. And then he’s gasping and I’m trying to catch my breath as he draws back and looks me in the eyes. “You are fantastic,” he says, slipping out of me. I let my legs down as he pulls off the condom and leans over me to drop it into the wastebasket beside the bed.

He rolls off of me and is lying at my side, tracing patterns in my come. “Did you like it?” he asks and my head is a whirl, my eyes seeing sparks fire along the edge of my vision. I nod and turn my head to face him.

“What do you see in me?” I ask. “I mean, why did you offer me, well–this?”

He gives me a crooked grin. “I just got that vibe from you, and I couldn’t stand to see such a pretty boy suffer; not if I could help make it better.”

I smile back at him. “You think I’m pretty?” I ask. I’ve been called pretty my whole life, but when he says it, it makes my heart jump and my pulse race.

He nods back. “Stay with me tonight?” he asks, voice suddenly nervous sounding.

“Sure, I’d love to,” I tell him, and I would. I could stay with this man forever if he’d let me, or at least that’s how I’m feeling right now. Whether it’s just for tonight or forever remains to be seen, but one thing’s for sure: I’ve been walking blind and he’s opened my eyes.