Date: Thu, 12 Oct 2023 09:01:33 -0400 From: Tom x Subject: The Bareback Barback - 2 Arno Disclaimers: I am an adult. I wrote this story based solely on imagination and have not infringed on anyone's copyright. This story involves homosexual sex between consenting males -- children will not appear in this or any future stories in this section. This story does not involve blackmail, kidnapping, rape, minors, suicide, or homicide. Bareback sex is a risky sexual option and this story does not encourage you to have unprotected sex -- although there is a lot of truth woven into the story -- there is a great deal of fantasy as well and that includes barebacking. There are no links provided for finding this story elsewhere. If it is illegal in your jurisdiction to view, read, or have this material, or if you are a minor, you are asked to leave this story and this page. Consider donating to Nifty.org. Your donation keeps stories you enjoy coming! Arno What was it with Wednesday nights at the bar? It must have been my lucky day because the next week after meeting and getting laid by Steve, I happened to be working again in the bar, and in came one of the most rugged-looking men I had seen since beginning my job. This guy had to be 6'4" and was very muscular. I had seen masculine guys, I had seen beards and mustaches, I had seen muscles -- so it shouldn't have fazed me -- this guy. I wouldn't say he was out of place, but he was definitely a noticeable difference from our regular clientele. He had very cropped hair -- although I wouldn't say it was a shave -- maybe it was a few weeks ago. He had a nicely trimmed but longer full beard and mustache. Even though he had blue eyes and thick eyebrows that we well groomed, he looked very severe and like he had seen a lot of the bad side of life. And what was it with this new satin shirt trend going on? Almost every bar guest had either a satin suit or satin shirt on, or both. Now I'm not complaining, because it instantly made everyone look great, but it had to be a trend that I never knew about. Mr. Rugged was wearing a black satin shirt that had no room left at the shoulders or over his upper arms. He didn't have a huge neck like a bodybuilder but it was large enough to force the collar of his shirt open revealing a not-so-overly muscular but still nice hairless chest. This shirt had to be tailored for this body because I've seen some tight waists on guys before but this thing fit has waist area like a glove and proved this guy worked out and ate right. He had to be in his early 30s. Again, the bartenders, who wouldn't take singles at a table, motioned to me to take care of him. I took one look and was afraid to approach him. He looked threatening, not that he was making threatening motions, just not someone who you would want to piss off. I grimaced, took a deep breath, and walked over to Rugged. I held my breath when I said hello. He looked up and smiled at me. That relaxed me a bit and I was professional and returned the smile and asked him what he would like to order. I was standing at attention and didn't want to mess anything up. He gave me his order and off to the bar I went to retrieve it. When I returned, another of the patrons had sat down next to him. I asked if he wanted anything and he shook his head and motioned for me to move off, never looking at me. Rugged sort of shrugged as if to puff up his muscular upper body -- as if it could get any bigger, looked his guest in the eye and said - "Nah, I don't treat anyone like that and I don't associate with people who do, so, buddy, it's best you get lost." "Ah, fuck, here we go -- a bar fight," I thought to myself. This place never gave me the impression that sort of stuff happened here. The guys who came here weren't really regulars and they weren't bikers, they were mainly businessmen stopping in to have a few drinks in a relaxed atmosphere and do some light business. Christ, even the muzak was easy listening/pop -- nothing that would make you think there were regular brawls. The rude guy got up and said "Hey, I'm sorry -- just trying to make conversation." Rugged looked at him, stood up, and said - "Well, I'm not interested in talking with you so why don't you carry your scrawny ass back to your seat or would you like me to take you there?" The rude guy just sort of slunk away. Then Rugged looked up at me, "Are you all right?" I nervously replied, "Yeah, I'm fine." He started laughing pretty hard. "You sound like maybe you're not quite." I laughed nervously and said, "No I'm fine -- I just . . . ." and my voice trailed off. Rugged reached out with a big hand and said - "Hi my name is Arno. And, if I can say it -- yes, you are pretty fine." I instantly dropped my guard, turned about three shades of red, and shook his hand. Damn, this stud just called me "fine" and I'd better think quickly. "Uh, thanks?" was all I was able to manage. Arno just laughed, "Don't worry stud, if you're straight -- I'm sorry." He just stood there looking down at me. "Uh -- well -- I'm not completely, uh, straight," I replied. "Yeah, I guess I could say the same thing," Arno told me as he sat down. "My fiancee is visiting her family out of town for a week and I thought I'd have a drink or two before I go to bed. It's kind of quiet at home, right now." Then he looked up at me. "And I thought to myself, it doesn't have to be." I got a twitch in my groin. I think this hot dude just asked me to his place. "I get off around 11 -- 11:30," I said. "Good," Arno replied reaching for his wallet. "I want to fuck you all night long. Here's my number, call me when you get off for directions." Again, I turned three or five shades of red and smiled, took his money and tip, and thanked him. Something about the way he handled the rude guy and his disarming looks got me worked up. Since getting to college, I didn't really "come out" but I did take a few loads during the week from horny teammates and upperclassmen. I asked the manager what time he planned on having me leave tonight. I wanted to be ready the minute he said go. I clocked out at 10:45 and called Arno. "Hey man, I'm off." "Great," he replied, "go to 410 5th Street NW. I'll have the porch light on." This was in the historic district and it was an old antebellum three-story mansion on a quiet end of the street. The porch light and living room lights were on as he said they would be. It helped because most of the houses were dark. I parked my scooter inside the old metal gate near the stairs. Tonight I was smart enough to bring my jacket. It was a loud advertisement that I was on the swim team. I rang the bell and heard some heavy footsteps approaching the door. There was Arno in a too-tight T-shirt and a few sizes too-small running shorts. The house smelled good like cinnamon and pumpkin and I could feel a comfortable warmth. Arno reached over my shoulder and pushed gently on the door to close it. I could smell deodorant which wasn't unpleasant. He smiled at me wistfully, not in a sad way but more like "Well, we're this close now." I smiled back. "Thanks for inviting me over," I said politely. It wasn't that I didn't trust him, but I also didn't want to get on his bad side, because if there was one, well, it might not end well for me. "Are you nervous? I mean I was pretty clear what I wanted and I'm glad you're here, but you seem reserved." Arno told me as he motioned me to the living room. "Dude," I said, "you're huge and you look pretty strong. I don't know you except for tonight and what want to do, but you're intimidating." He sat down on the couch pretty close to me with his arm up on the top of the couch. He reached over and started running his hand through the hair on my temple. It was a big hand and I didn't flinch because it was so gentle. It felt so good, I closed my eyes for several seconds. I wasn't picturing anyone else, I was enjoying being toyed with. As I opened my eyes I saw Arno's face moving close to mine and before I knew it he was forcing his tongue between my lips. Damn, he kissed good. He took my head in both his hands and continued kissing me like I was his. "There," he said as he slowly pulled away from me, "does that feel intimidating?" "No," I panted. He laid my head on his chest and pulled me closer to him almost spooning me on the couch. He talked in a quiet voice while stroking my arm and wrist with his big hand. "Don't ever confuse size for strength. Yeah, I'm big, but I'm not violent. I know I could win almost every time, and yet, I don't need to prove that to anyone. I asked you here tonight because you reminded me a little of myself when I was your age." "You were scrawny too?" I looked up at him. He laughed at me kissed me on the forehead and laid my head back on his chest. "You're not scrawny. You're pretty hot with a nice tight lean body. You've got some good muscle on you, maybe not as big as mine, but you wear it well. And that ass. . ." he trailed off. I was dumbstruck by how gentle this giant was with me. It felt good having his big masculine hand stroking my face and tracing my lips with his fingers. "Look, I don't have lots of friends, and this relationship I have with my fiancee is limited. She doesn't know it, but I'm not marrying her, and hopefully, this week while she's gone, I can find the courage to tell her it's time to split." "Why?" I asked casually. He could have told me it wasn't my business, but he started explaining how he feels weak because he can't tell her and how he's known for nearly a year that he didn't want to be married. He said they had moved here from Arizona and between work and the move most of their friends were left behind. He talked about how lonely he felt. I looked up at him and kissed his chin. "Don't pity me," he snapped. "Oh, I don't think it's anything like that," I said slowly, realizing this could go south quickly, "I'm just amazed that a big guy like you has so many feelings and doubts and fears." "So you get it?" he looked at me puzzled. "Not all of it, but I do get you're just a big old cuddly bear with feelings, too." I held my breath -- that was going to go poorly or as I hoped. He started laughing, "I'm fine with just about anything you say to me, but don't call me a bear." Then he leaned into my face and kissed me. "C'mon, let's go upstairs," he said in an authentic sexy voice. I grabbed his hand and he pulled me off the couch and I followed him upstairs to his bedroom. I was excited to help him out of his t-shirt and shorts. He stood there with just a bikini brief on in his full glory of manliness. He gently pulled up my shirt and tugged at the button on my khakis. There I was again -- wearing a training suit. He stepped back a little and pretended he was examining my speedos and trying to figure out how to remove them. "Damn, boy that looks good on you!" he exclaimed. "I'd bet something like this would look great on you too," I shot back. "Would you be weirded out if I came to watch you at a few swim meets?" "No, it would be fun. If I don't have to work afterward, maybe we could go out for dinner or something?" He leaned down and kissed me hard on the lips and started to untie my trunks. I kissed him back just as hard. Then he dropped to his knees. Without any hesitation or words, he wrapped his lips around my throbbing cock. I closed my eyes and moaned. He was a lot more experienced than I thought a straight man would be at sucking cock. I could see him wrap his right hand around his pretty impressive cock and begin pumping it slowly. Here was a sexy huge muscle man on his knees sucking me like a hooker and I was feeling pretty proud of myself. I knew that the sight of this hot guy bobbing on my cock like a pro would get me off pretty quickly. I think he sensed it, too, because he eased off a bit and stood back up. "Dude, that felt so good!" I was swooning. I sort of fell into his arms. "I promise, by morning, I'm going to take your load down my throat," he whispered hoarsely. I was horny by this point, and I finally realized why I was there. I took him by the hand and lay down on the bed together. We kissed for another half hour when I finally blurted out, "Arno, I'm really ready for you." We were lying face to face on our sides, and Arno rolled over onto his knees and positioned himself between my legs. He reached over to the bedstand opened the drawer and found a little bottle of lube. "Want some?" he asked. I reached down between my spread legs to feel for his cock. I saw him pumping it earlier with his massive hand but I never got a good idea what its actual size was. It had to be a nice easy nine inches at least, and it had a comfortable thickness. "Not a lot -- I want to feel you." And with that, he put a little on my hole and used up the rest to get his cock slick. He put my legs over his shoulders and began his descent into me. He was good-sized, he was hard, and he was feeling good inside me. I pushed myself onto him and he seemed to enjoy that. Arno bent down and kissed me as he bottomed out in me. At one glorious point, his perfect curvature grazed my prostate. He knew he hit gold as my eyes went lusty and my mouth gaped open like a pornstar. He was fully in and I ached for a good hard fuck. The stud delivered. He was on his tiptoes and his arms were hands were on the bed positioned at my armpits. I stayed steady with my ass up for him to hammer it and send waves of lust over my body. I put my hands on his triceps but had absolutely no way I could wrap my hand all the way around his massive arms. This guy was a pro, he knew exactly what rhythm and intensity he needed to push me over the edge. The first rope of my cum splashed me on my chin. I let out a contented sigh. Realizing that I was cumming, he intensified his strokes and began loading my ass with his own cum. He was moaning, panting, and shaking as I felt at least four strong volleys of cum hit my insides. It was very hot to watch his muscles tense and he made a perfect plank position and he delivered his seed. "Wow!" Arno said as he slowly began to withdraw. "That was fucking great, where did you learn how to please a guy?" I asked. He lightly and teasingly sort of slapped my face and rolled onto his back on the bed smiling. "You're only the second guy I've been with," he said. "No way!" I exclaimed "How did you come like that without touching yourself?" Arno asked in dismay. "You know what you're doing, and your smoldering good looks and hot body did a lot to help. You know, I was intimidated by you earlier, I'm not going to lie, but you did a lot to make me comfortable and you're so passionate and intense." I looked over and saw he had his eyes closed. I reached over and put my hand on his jawline with his ear between my index and middle finger. He slowly opened his eyes put his hand on mine and smiled sleepily. We rested for a little while just like that. True to his word, Arno did fuck me all night. During our last encounter, we were face to face in a very intimate position and as he felt me tensing up to come, he moved my hand out of the way and sucked me off to completion. I was in that glorious in-between of agony and ecstasy as he downed every drop of my load down his throat. He had to pull out to suck me off and I knew that he wanted to come again, so I rolled over onto my stomach and whispered for him to take it again. He entered me and within a few minutes, he was delivering his final load of the night in me. He laid his entire body on me as I lay there with my ass in the air and him filling it. I let out a contented sigh and while he was heavy, it felt good to have this brooding-looking stud there on me. "I'm serious about wanting to come to your swim meets," Arno said about an hour later as I was gathering my things to leave. "I'm serious about wanting for you to be there," I said looking around to make sure I had everything I came with. He was standing at a tall dresser and opened the top drawer. "Maybe you can wear these," he looked at me as he pulled out a pair of Speedos. "They were mine when I swam in college." I walked over to him and took them from him. "You swam? I'll tell you what I bet coach won't let me since we have a uniform, but," I looked up at him, "I'll try and if I can't, I know that I could wear them when I see you. I'd still like to see you at my meets and. . ." He gently took my chin in his hand and kissed me. "I'd really like that. I'd like to see you again." Arno and I did have a multi-year affair all through my college years. He became a good friend buddy and regular lover. He did end his relationship with his fiancee after she returned and he dated women here and there and maybe had a few other guys on the side, but we were good friends and I missed him a whole lot after I graduated. There were a few times that I think we both wanted to have more, but we were on different paths and wanted that at different times.