Date: Mon, 28 Nov 2005 09:28:11 EST From: Cnjshore9@aol.com Subject: Straight Bars .. Part 4 Hey, guys . can you believe!! After that long `dry spell' in my writing -- here's yet another chapter already!!.. So 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 can be fun . part 4 by cnjshore9 .. There are like 6 or 8 straight bars within about 5 miles of my house that I like to go to . and, so far, I've `gotten lucky' in almost every one of them !! Well. it's not like it's any miracle. The nearest gay bar is over 20 miles away, so unless you are really `hard core' into that scene (and willing to risk getting pulled over on the way home), you make do with the local pubs. That also means you should really "appear straight". A few of these bars cater to construction workers, fishermen, and/or bikers and you can get your butt kicked if you come on a bit `poofty'. But on the other hand, a few of those rough-and-tumble types are more than willing to enjoy a nice manly bit of fun, and there are those `others of us' who are in there at the time. But that's some other stories. This particular night of adventure began in one of those `chain' family restaurant and bar places. Unlike the one across the parking lot, which won't allow any of their off-duty staff sit at the bar, this one seems to encourage it. And that's what it's all about. Yes. that hot, young bartender that I've been eyeing for several months!! So what's so hot about that guy? Nothing. Just my own opinion. He's about 6'4", probably tips the scale at no more than 160-170, has big hands with long fingers, a very `prominent' nose (i.e., BIG), large ears (one pierced with some kind of hardware stuck through it), somewhat longish, unruly, hair and long, dark sideburns. He looks a bit like he is stuck in the 70's. ..and I have tried (man, have I tried!) to see what may be in there behind the fly of his black slacks -- which is why I also know every scratch in his very large, silver, cowboy-style buckle! However, there has never been even the slightest hint of what goodies might be hidden below it. I can only figure that it's sooo long it really hangs down and hides. Oh.. and I'd guess him to be just past 30. .and me.. Well I'm 55 years old, 5'10", getting a bit heavier around the middle (actually all over), but still able to `carry it well' as they say. I have very short hair that used to be brown, but is pretty much salt-and-pepper now, with a moustache and beard. (If you have AOL, you can actually go in and see for yourself in my profile pics.) . I know. I'm supposed to be too old to play around with a `kid' . but one can dream can't one? Anyway. Harrison (and don't call him Harry!). has been drawing pints for me for some months now, and I just keep looking and wondering. In fact, this night, he had been working the end of the bar where I was sitting for the end of happy-hour when his shift ended. I saw the shift change coming in, so I pushed some bills over to the edge to make sure that it went into his shift's tip bucket. (I hate it when they make the `silent' shift changes and the guys that have been serving you are gone before you notice, and the new shift gets their tips !! I know. they say it "evens out". but I don't like it.) "Thanks, Peter," he said as he picked it up and dropped it in the bucket. (I guess I should also add, as I did with Harrison's name..'and don't call me Pete!') About that time, a couple of hardy younger guys sat down on the vacant stools to my right. Of course, that took my attention for a few minutes as I checked them out. Nice looking, both in mid- to later-30's. Both wearing jeans and sweatshirts with a construction company logo on the left and work boots. The one on the far right appeared to be slightly older than the one next to me, and as he settled in on the stool, he opened his legs a bit and you could see a very appealing package! His face was nice too, very Italian, and a smile that could brighten up any cloudy day. The one next to me was a reddish blonde with some scattered freckles that you could see even through his outdoor-work tan -- most probably of Irish heritage. I glanced down long enough to see that there was a man-sized bulge in those jeans too - obviously not suffering from "the curse" ! I couldn't spend much time checking it out . so I turned my attention back to the front and watched the new shift of bartenders going to work, serving a few customers, but also starting their evening ritual to clean up, wipe bottles, etc.. A couple of them came over to say "hello" and shake hands - this is one of those places that prides itself on knowing the names of their `regular' customers and acknowledging them by name. As I looked across the bar, and focused, I saw Harrison sitting there facing me. Well . not just facing my way - but looking directly at me. I nodded at him, a half greeting like you do when you see someone you know who's too far away to speak to. He nodded back as I turned my gaze slightly to his right, not wanting to push the eye-contact too long. Then. I would have sworn . he winked at me!!! My eyes went back to his, and he smiled. Now we were looking directly into each others' eyes. No. that's not happening. Yes it is! Can't be! But it is! Being as unsure and insecure as I am - yes, I really am - I broke the contact and looked down at the beer in front of me, reviewing the past couple minutes over and over in my mind. Was he really `coming onto me' ? Was I mis-reading something? It sure seemed to be what had happened. But there is no way that young stud would be interested in this old guy. He must meet hundreds of hot guys his age here at work. And he's never, never shown anything except a wholly business approach to me. Why would he do that? I couldn't resist, I looked back up, and there he was - still looking directly at me! It made me feel very uncomfortable. Finally the idea dawned in my foggy brain. He's figured me out!! Somehow he has decided that I'm gay .and now I'm going to get `outted' to the whole damn place . and I'm never going to be able to come back here. Oh, shit !!! Oh, fuck !!! About that time, my bladder decided to send a message to my brain, saying "Yoo, hoo. I'm full down here!!" So I stood up, turned, and went toward the men's room. I know . I've made more than one trip into there when I didn't have to. But it's one of the places that has two urinals side-by-side - without any shield in between - so, if you're lucky, and a guy comes in next to you and isn't a `hider', you might get to do a bit of window-shopping. When I went in, no one else was there, so I took the urinal on the left and had started to really flow when I heard the door open behind me and I felt someone step up to the one on my right. As I turned my head slightly to the right to see who it might be, I heard someone say "Hi, Peter." I turned my head fully to the right, and there stood Harrison! He was looking directly at me and then he looked down. There was no question that he was indeed `checking out' what I had in my hand!! Well. that was it!! I `returned the favor' and looked to see what he was holding. WOW!! It was definitely what I had guessed! It had to be a full 6 or more inches - cut and with its deep red head exposed, it was totally soft lying there across his open palm. He wasn't doing anything but, in effect, saying "here it is . all of it. take a good look." Then he closed his hand around it and slowly began to pull on it. As he did, it began to plump - and lengthen!! Another one of those that both `shows' and then `grows' !!! Needless to say .. what he was still looking at began to perk up a bit. ".a bit" ?? NO!! it went from `zero-to- sixty' in about 3 seconds flat !! The bladder was still in control and determined to empty itself, so the outpouring had now split into a forked stream as it so often does when `standing tall', but you could have used it to drive nails or split wood !! I moved my hand down to where I only had a hold, right at the base, with my thumb and forefinger. If he wants a good view.give it to him! The next thing I knew, his left hand was wrapped around the hard shaft and squeezing it ever so lightly. At that point my bladder gave up completely and I watched as the head swelled even larger. Damn!! That felt good !! That's when he opened his right hand and let his own swollen dagger stand out. By now it had to be a good 8 inches in length, with a very nice helmet-head, rather blunt at the end, but with a wide flaring corona. The shaft itself was fairly thin (in keeping with his general build), so it looked more like the base of a pool cue than a baseball bat. "Hmmmmm," I thought. "That would fit nicely!" I reached over and wrapped my right hand around it and gave it a squeeze and a light tug. His head responded the same as mine had done with a pulse and swelling. But it's really not "safe" there. There is no `warning time' when someone else comes in.. the door opens and it's right there behind you! Still in control of at least a few of my faculties, I knew this and immediately dropped that wonderfully hard, yet soft as velvet, rod sticking out of his black slacks. He, in turn, removed his left hand and began to try and get that big stick back behind his zipper. Turning to me he said in a near whisper, "My van is right out back. Meet me there." By then he had succeeded in zipping up and was starting toward the door. I was still trying to get my own rigid pole back inside my now too-tight black levis. Finally, I gave up for a minute and decided to leave it out and hope it would back-down a little. Willing it to go down and allow my bladder to finally empty, it finally began to trickle again. As the stream strengthened (and the blood was leaving), the door opened again and I could see someone come from behind me and stand to my right. I recognized it as the Italian-looking stud who had been on my right at the bar. Apparently he was not bashful or modest, and he proved that the package I had checked out before, was definitely what it appeared to be. He hauled out a very nice 4-5 inches of dark, uncut manhood!! Then, as it started to flow, he peeled back the foreskin and you could see the shiny, smooth, bluish-pink head emerge until the skin dropped behind the prominent ridge. As `proper etiquette' in a men's room dictates, his eyes were fixed on the blank tile in front of his face so I don't think he saw me check him out. Anyway, I chalked that one up to "look for this boy again!", squeezed out the last drops, and put myself away. I had some `business' to attend to! Leaving the men's room, I went back to the bar to retrieve my change and glasses (I always leave my glasses or cap at my place when I go to the loo, so they know I haven't left. several times when I haven't left them there, I've had the place cleared and my change taken as a tip. so I've learned !). I nodded to Jimmy, one of the on-duty barmen, and left. It was natural that I went out the back door because that's where I usually park and come in, so no one would think it unusual that I was going out that way. Stepping out to the back parking lot, I looked up and down the rows of cars, jeeps, and SUV's trying to find a van. Sure enough there one was -- one row over and about 10 spaces to my left. Talk about "stuck in the 70's" . it was one of those vans that were so popular back then - the kind you could turn into a camper or whatever. You know .. from before the day of the SUV - but not quite all the way back to the VW minibus!! As I walked over to it, the side door slid open and I saw Harrison bent over inside, his hand on the door. "Over here," he said. I smiled at him and nodded as I walked to where he was parked. Climbing in, I noticed that he had "outfitted" the van just as I had figured (or maybe he bought it that way? . what difference?). There was a bed (really a `sleeping platform') across the back in front of the doors there. There were a couple of cabinets on the side opposite the door I had just come through and there was an ice-chest/cooler on the floor under the cabinets. I was sort of surprised that I didn't see a bottled-gas burner in view, that would have just completed the whole picture of a home-on-wheels. While I was making my quick observations, he slid the door closed behind me. That's when I also noticed that there was curtain drawn across the width of the van just behind the front seats and there was only one seat in the rear behind the driver's area. The only windows visible were in the back doors, and they too were curtained. Very private !!! "You know I've seen you looking at me and `checking me out' for quite a while," he said to me. There was nothing threatening or uneven in his tone. It was just a statement. In my usual, quick-witted comeback style, I said: "Oh." "So, I decided last week that I would let you. I'm `bi'. I've got a girlfriend.but I like to make it with other guys sometimes. I like the feel and taste of a nice cock, I like to have mine enjoyed as well, and I like to fuck a nice ass every now and then." This was all said matter-of-factly. No games. no circumlocutions. just right out there up-front. This time, I just outdid myself. I pulled all my resources together and responded, "Oh.." Finally I got my mouth and brain in synch and I continued. "And what made you think that I would be interested in those particular `activities' you named?" "Oh. in my work, you learn to `read' people pretty well. .and somewhere along the line I decided you were into those things. You are, aren't you?" "Well.yes," I admitted. "I'm into those things." "Then why are we still dressed?" he asked. Then turning around, he lifted the lid on the cooler and asked, "Want a beer? I didn't get to finish the one I had inside." "Sure," I answered. I do like to get a little more `comfortable' with a guy before we `go for it'. "Sit here," he said, reaching into the cooler with his left hand as he used his right to point to the empty seat. Then reaching in with his right, he extracted two Coronas and popped the tops with the opener he had attached to the side of the cabinet above. "I know you usually drink Miller- Lite, but this will have to do." Handing the cold bottle to me he smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed. Damn! I had been attracted to him before, but right now he was absolutely the sexiest guy I could imagine! Somehow, the individual parts that weren't that great, were really something when taken in total. I even noticed then that he had hazel eyes with flecks of green, and had apparently cost his parents a few dollars for orthodonture! Very nice teeth! So why was I sitting all the way over where I was? There must have been a good 3-4 feet between us. Getting up (as much as you can in the back of a van), I moved over and sat next to him on the bed. That's when I noticed that there wasn't really any mattress on the platform - just a couple of thick comforters - with some sheets in between. I took a swig of my beer and then leaned over and set it down on top of the cooler. As I sat back up, I turned toward Harrison and put my right hand up behind his head and pulled his face toward mine. I wasn't sure what would happen then. A lot of so-called `bi' guys don't kiss men. Well. he wasn't one of those. His lips met mine and he turned toward me. His right hand and arm went around me and his left edged behind me to pull me closer to him. I responded by wrapping my left arm under his right and reaching around his right side to pull him in even tighter. "Mmmmmmm," he murmured. I felt it more than heard it. "Unnnhhh hunnnnh," I almost whined in response. With that he pushed me back onto the bed and was half on top of me. I opened my lips and teeth and his tongue surged through into my mouth. He was pressing his lips into mine as though he were trying to make them flow together. He moaned and twisted his head, grinding them ever so much tighter. My eyes were so tightly closed, it almost hurt.but the feelings running through my whole body were like electrical heat!! I was sooooo fucking turned on by that guy and what he was doing. Suddenly, he broke the kiss, sat up, and pulled his shirt and t-shirt off over his head. I could see the nice thick patch of dark, curly hair on his chest - and the two large, stiff nipples sticking out. This time, I pushed him back, burying my face in the rug between his pecs, then moving my head so that I could envelop his left nipple in my hot, craving mouth. As my tongue circled it several times, and I bit down lightly, he moaned again. This time his lower body lifted up off the bed and I looked down enough to see his totally hardened cock straining to break through his slacks. I reached down and somehow loosened that big silver buckle. then I got to the fastener at the top of his pants and had it opened and the zipper down in record time. Sitting up, I reached to both sides and pushed my fingers down behind the elastic of his shorts and then pushed and pulled them and his slacks down and off. It was only when they were on the floor below his sock feet that I noticed that he had been wearing boxers .. and that somehow I had managed in the same motion to pull his shoes off!! I looked back up at the `presents' I had just unwrapped. He was by no means a `gym rat', but he did have some clear `definition' .and a very tasty looking treasure trail running from the bottom of his chest hair, around the navel and down to that incredible piece of meat that was throbbing and bobbing above it, already beginning to drip its nectar into the curlies. I also noticed then, that he had a very nice, proportional set of egg-sized balls resting on his thighs. I pushed his knees apart and went for them. As they dropped down between his legs, I drove my face in there and began to lick. I could smell his masculine odors. The musk of his manhood, mixed with the slightly heady smell of sweat that had been shed during his work hours and just a hint of his last trip to the urinal. I opened my mouth and felt the wiry bristles hair on his sack as I enveloped his left baby-maker. He arched his back again and moaned. Yes. I was definitely "on the right track" with this guy !! They were really too big to get them both in my mouth at the same time, so I alternated left one, right one .. sucking and slurping and licking and pulling. His ass was moving the whole time. Up and down - side to side. That's when I realized that I was still dressed! Standing up again, I pulled my sweater and turtle-neck off, dropping them behind me.. then I opened my belt and fly and dropped my slacks as I kicked off my loafers. All I was wearing now was my grey boxer briefs and my socks. I left the shorts on as I bent back down to him. (I like to have them `taken' off .. and I felt sure he would oblige at some point.) This time, I began to rub my hands up and down the tops of his thighs. Then I started to lick the underside of that 8- inch ramrod. I felt it twitch and swell under my tongue. Little by little I worked my way upward until I felt the `v' at the base of the head. When I licked across that, he moaned again and bucked his hips upward. I know what he wanted right then, and I know what I really wanted to do right then . but I decided to change my tactic. Lifting my mouth off his engorged cock, I buried my nose in to his pubes, pushing his rod to the side as I worked up the trail and tasted the juices he had left behind. Oh, the flavor of youth !! That's when he raised himself slightly up off the bed, grabbed me, twisted and all but threw me around (I told you he was big!). Suddenly we were all the way on the bed in a perfect 69 position, my undershorts had disappeared, and his mouth had just taken my 6-and-half inches all the way to his throat. Man!! When that fellow is ready.he is READY! Oh, holy b'jeeze. "furnace mouth" was all I could think !! Then he started to suck and my mind shifted to "turbo hoover"! My whole body started to shake from what he was doing! When he said earlier that he ".liked the.taste of a cock." he meant what he said !!! Recovering some little thought pattern, I reached in front of my face and pulled that now nearly dripping head of his to my mouth. I licked across the slit and tasted his juice directly from the tap this time. Oh. it was soooo sweet!! I opened my mouth, took it in, and sucked for more. His hips began to wiggle again and he slowly pushed forward to drive himself deeper. Luckily, once I had stretched my mouth open enough for the head, the slimmer shaft pushed forward until he hit my gag-reflex. Unfortuately, I haven't been able to overcome that most often. I coughed and sputtered a little and he back off. I moved back a little more so that I could work on the head, rasping my tongue over and around the head, and then concentrating on the hot- spot at the rear bottom in the `v'. I ran my tongue around it and then nibbled lightly on the little lobe of extra skin that's there. Apparently he liked that - from the new, louder moan and back-arch! Letting the head out, I ran my lips and tongue up and down the long underside, feeling the wide tube that was going to eventually give up the contents of those big balls to me. Only to work my way back to the tip and re-envelop that delicious head. And `delicious' it was, as he had obviously oozed more of that sweet pre-cum. I ran my tongue through the swollen slit and felt another drop issue from deep inside. I had been so busy enjoying what was going on in my face, that, although I certainly was still enjoying the heat and draw of his mouth on me, I just then became aware of the finger that was sliding over my tightly, closed hole. My mind focused just long enough to think that it seemed awfully slick back there . he must have had some lube somewhere close by.when he bent the finger and pushed it against the opening. Oh, yes.. I thought.. and I willed it to relax and open. He did tell me about that earlier, too. And, quite frankly, I was more than ready - even eager - for him to take it there. Yes. I am a `true bottom' at heart!! I can top, and, should I ever get into a real relationship with another guy, and he is not a `total top', I do want to be able to `reciprocate'.. but for right now. I like being the not-so-wide receiver. Even as I was thinking this, I felt him working a second finger into me. I'm not that loose, but it doesn't really take much to get me ready - even for something the size of which I was about to go for. As I said, his tool is not that wide, so even though it's long, I should be able to handle it. With that in mind, I shifted and turned myself so that I was now on top of him and face-to-face. Pushing myself down his longer body, I reached around with my right hand and held his incredibly stiff manhood straight as I worked my way down to it. As I felt it in place at the doorway to my chute, I pushed again. The head popped in. As I had expected, there was no pain, so I moved further back onto that wonderful rock-hard fuck-stick. It just kept going deeper!! And deeper!! Oh. I was in heaven !!! The head was just enough bigger to really give a little stretch to the walls of my tunnel while the shaft slid comfortably through the ring of my sphincter. Finally I pushed myself up into a sitting position and drove him into me pubic-deep! "Oh, damn! Oh, fuck! You feel sooo good in there!!" I muttered. He just looked at me and smiled. I began to raise myself slightly, then lowered my gripping ass over that pole again. As I did, he clenched his eyes shut and his head began to roll side-to-side. "Awww, fuck!!" he exhaled. "Awww, fuck, that's good!!" I felt his cock swell and throb inside me. He was right.. it was damned good !!! Then his eyes opened and he said one word, "Roll". I knew what he meant and I leaned to my left toward the back doors of the van. I'm pretty close to 195 pounds, but he lifted me and turned me like I was a feather, so that he was now on top, facing me, my knees pushed up to my shoulders, my ankles over his shoulders - and he was still buried deep inside me. He looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Now. get ready to get fucked!" I believed him !!! and he started to slowly withdraw and re- enter, deep dicking me until I was out of my mind with lust. All I wanted .. all I could focus on.. was that big nail driving in and out of me!!! I opened my eyes and looked up at his face. He was still looking at me and ours eyes met again. "You have no idea how much I've wanted this ass!" he said. "I've watched you get up and walk back to the men's room .. or when you are leaving. and it has just begged me to fuck it. .and it's every bit as good as I thought it would be." ".and you have no idea how many times I've imagined you doing this!! And with just such an incredible cock as you have!! Now ride me, babe. and fill my tank with you hot man- juice. I want to feel you shoot a major, hot load up there. I want to watch your face as you pump it into me by the gallon!! C'mon, babe. fuck me and fill me !!" "You like this, Peter? You like the way I'm fucking you?" he asked as his pace quickened and he began to power thrust into me. "You like this ? You want more of it? You wanna feel my hot cum shoot up your insides? You gonna tighten your ass and suck it out of me? Oh, yeah, baby!!! Oh, yeah!! I'm getting' close. I'm gonna unload every drop out of my big balls into your ass!!" "Oh.. goddamn!! Ohhh. that feels good!! Fuck me!! Fuck me!! Fill my guts with that hot manhood of yours .. that big cock and then all that juice!!" By this point, my eyes were clenched shut and my head was now rolling side-to-side. I had fistsful of comforter gripped in each hand. I had lifted my ass as far up as I could to give him total access so that he could get as deep as possible into me for each slamming return. Holy, fuck!! I don't remember the last time (if ever) that I had such a masterful plowing. My whole body was just vibrating. There is no other word to describe it. Every time his pole rammed into me, he rode across my walnut-hard prostate, sending me into even greater ecstacy!!! "Oh, shit!" I thought. "He's gonna do it! He's gonna make me cum just by fucking me!!" I managed to open my eyes for a moment, just in time to see him close his, to see his lips shut down to only a thin line and his head arch back. I knew he was on the very edge!! He drove his shaft into me one last, hard time and then began to wiggle his hips as his long, iron-hard rod swelled up to seemingly gigantic proportions inside me. "NNNNNnggggg!!! Nnnnnnggggg!!" he keened I felt it explode deep into me, washing the sides of my chute with it's pearly white cream!! As he did, I felt the warmth of my own orgasm as it splashed onto my neck and chest. "Holy fuck!! He did it !!!" I thought as I nearly passed out - but still barely aware of the repeated jerks and throbs deep inside me as he totally drained those delicious big balls. WOW!! That was definitely in the record books !!! As I slowly recovered, I heard him take several deep breaths. Then I felt him lean forward and felt his lips on mine as he kissed me. This time it was brief, but sweet. It really just said "thank you", but I didn't expect - or want - any more that that. I reached up with both hands around him and gently stroked his back up and down a few times, before he pushed himself up and I felt the emptiness as his now softened (but still quite adequate) love tool slid out of my very well-fucked hole. I opened my eyes and watched as he stood (or crouched) by the bed and opened another `cooler' on the opposite side of the van from the one with beer. I hadn't seen that one before. But I guess it was more of a `heater', because he took out a couple wet, warm towels and handed one to me. While he was cleaning the mixture of cum and ass juices off his now totally limp cock, I cleaned up the mess I had made on myself - surprised really at the volume of `mess' that I had managed to make. That must have been one hell of a load !! He looked over at me and said, "I made these up and brought them over to the van right after I saw you come in tonight. I hoped I'd get to use them." "You mean this was all planned?" I asked, as I picked up my clothes and finally found my boxer briefs tossed all the way over behind the one seat. "Yes, . it was. I decided last week that I was going to figure out a way to get you in here. I told you that I thought you had a hot ass. I just had to find out. ..and by the way.. it is `hot' !!" "Thanks," I muttered. ".and do you think we might do this again?" I boldly asked, pulling on my clothes. "There's a good chance for it," he replied honestly, "but. a good session like this usually holds me for a few weeks.'til I start needing a good shot of cock again." "That's fine," I said. "We'll play it by ear. . although I could use a workout like that damned near every day . at least for a few of them. We'll just have to see what happens." By then, I was fully dressed and slipping my feet back into my loafers, although Harrison was still wearing nothing but his socks. I started to move toward the door and he reached over to grab the handle and open it for me (staying to the back and side so no one could see him). Then he hesitated a minute and leaned forward. His right had was still on the door handle, but his left came up behind my head and pulled me forward as he kissed me again. "Thanks," he whispered into my ear. His right arm moved and the door slid open. I stepped out. No one was around to see me - that was a relief. "I guess I better get home," I thought, "before I start to `leak'!" And I headed over to my car. ___________________________________________ Hope you enjoyed the story .. if you did, feel free to write me at cnjshore9@aol.com .. I do answer all mail - except for `flames' (which I extinguish in the toilet!) Also.. if you haven't already. please think about making a contribution to NIFTY to keep this site open and available.