Date: Sun, 05 Feb 2023 07:46:58 +0100 From: "stories@studioperigee.com" Subject: Underwear night at the Lone Star Saloon Some stories were just so much fun, you gotta retell them years later. This story is somewhat fictionalized, but the core of the events happened more or less as I'm telling it. All the usual disclaimers apply, if you're not of legal age or whatever GTFO, and if you don't like hot gay sex, why are you reading this? ********* I'd gone to see a friend in San Francisco for a long weekend--I needed a getaway. He showed me all over the city; we went to Ghirardelli Square, we checked out the cable car museum, got some delicious bread, and wandered through a few museums. This was also my first experience with a downright swanky dispensary; most places I've bought weed from are nice, but compact, fit into small spaces. This was large, it was wide open and glossy. A little bit like being in an Apple store, with a flair of classical and a hint of upscale coffee bar. I bought a vape pen and a cart-- nothing I'd care about leaving behind, easily portable and usable in lots of contexts. The perfect choice when meandering the city and wanting to coast on a mild high. My friend had heard about an underwear party at a slightly seedy, pretty popular bar, and I thought that sounded like lots of fun. I'd gotten some pretty good lays after underwear nights before, and I have a habit of being naked on camera with my friends, so ... I don't have a lot of shame in downright queer spaces; it sounded perfect. One little detail, though: I kinda wanted a harness, and we were so close to Mr. S, it seemed foolish to not stop in. After all, gotta hit the high notes when you're in town for a weekend! As we walked in, we handed over our bags and got call numbers; the leather bear manning the counter downright _cooed_ over my bag--I was using a satchel made of bike innertubes and it was sturdy, sexy, and on-brand for a store of leather and rubber. We wandered around, noting the sign pointing out that if you wanted poppers, _you knew what to ask for_. They had a new stock of pup hoods at the time, and boy did the sling look like fun. I tried to fit a few cock rings on, but I couldn't figure out the multi-ring system that separated your balls and your cock and kept them all snug. We wandered around the store, and I tried on some harnesses. My buddy L had a fun time growling in my ear and snagging the harness as I was wearing it. I could feel his fat cock swelling in his shorts as the deep rumble of his growling in my ear went _directly_ to the root of my cock. He's got a few inches and more than a few pounds on me, so he can move me around as he likes. I'm more than happy to let him, but at that moment I was more interested in picking out what I wanted to be wearing that evening. I shrugged him off after standing limply for a moment, and laughed, "Dude, you're going to make me pop a stiffy right in the store!" "There's no indication they'd mind particularly, in fact," L shot back with a smirk and I blushed, cock throbbing as I considered the options there in the store. I gave his crotch a brushing squeeze as I undid the harness, eventually buying it and a blue-piped arm strap that fit closely to my bicep. After our jaunt to get some attire, we meandered through the Mission. L knew a great place for fresh pasta, and there was a great market we could pick up ingredients for dinner at. We put together a menu of crusty bread with butter, a light salad, and pasta with chanterelles, garlic and a splash of butter. The recipe came together over banter and some back-and-forth about assembly; the end result was delicious. After dinner, we sat around and chatted, watched some Star Trek Next Gen and got a little stoned before hopping into a cab to swing up to the bar. Before we went, I made sure to take a piss--wandering the city in college had taught me to use a bathroom when one's available--and slipped the harness on, putting on my little peekaboo jockstrap under my kilt, an easy-to-drop shirt on top. There's stories for other times about what gets worn under kilts, but for this evening in particular, I figured easy-to-remove garments would be best. L called an Uber and we headed out. Getting into the bar, I had this nagging sense of familiarity as I looked around. ID check done, I got undressed quickly, stowing my kit and tucking my phone in my sock along with my credit card, which I'd soon be handing off at the bar to hold a tab open. A short conversation later and a hoppy IPA with a nice kick was sitting in my hand, and I was contemplating a covered pool table with a few drinks on it. The table was familiar, but something was still not quite latching on in my mind. L got his drink, and I had a hand rubbing his big furry belly as we walked out a door and a "MEN WORKiNG" sign stopped me in my tracks. Images flashed through my mind, and I was jacking off watching a guy go down on another guy right in front of that sign before the scene cut away to a guy getting bent over the pool table... and then multiple guys getting head on benches in the back patio. I knew what bar this was, and I knew there's a trough urinal in the bathroom--and where that was. But that was a spot to check out later, once I'd had a beer or two; right now, I wanted to sit somewhere my cock could be on display and get plenty leaky as he chubs up from all the hot men. L and I chatted and people watched; we talked industry bullshit and remarked on the sexy, furry dudes around. I shifted my bulge from time to time as a dude in a hot little red number turned his ass one way, then another. A few other dudes with really prominent bulges walked through, and my hand traced across L's leg every now and then. I went to get another beer, my cock practically preceding me through the bar, and eventually I stopped off at the urinal. The porcelain was as I remembered in the porno, and there was a dude standing there stroking. He didn't seem too interested in me, so I shrugged, finished flushing my first beer out of my bladder and shook off my still swollen cock. I tucked myself back in as best I could and wandered back out to hang out with L some more and chat with some sexy guys. They eventually found my secret--okay, it's hardly a secret. I have nipples that are absolutely wired for sound, and it was really hot to have L grasping my harness and growling in my ear--another of those buttons--while a bear squeezed my nipples and tugged gently on them. My cock was barely holding on in the jock at this point, and I slowed on down for a bit, sipped some more beer, we had a good lighthearted conversation ... and then sooner than I'd like the bartender came to tell us the patio was closed. Fair shake, we figured, it was pretty late. So, L and I laced fingers and we walked back into the main bar-- --only to find a man getting absolutely railed while he was bent over a barstool. Another dude was jacking off right behind, some tats across his shoulders, skin glinting warmly in the low light. The man getting fucked had a swinging PA--and a red jock hanging off his ankles. His broad face was coated in sweat, and he was huffing away with an ecstatic expression. I walked over, cock already tenting my jock, and asked "Hey, mind if I sit and watch?" The bottoming bear shook his head, and as I sat down, motioned me closer. I moved one stool over and he hooked a thumb in my jock, tugging my hard cock free. L sidled up to me and I tugged his cock loose too, fat wide head already glistening with pre. The guy with the PA sucked my cock into his mouth, and I reached down, fascinated. I'd never actually gotten to feel a PA before; I felt it over, and stroked his cock in the one hand and L's in the other, until he got some other assistance, pre absolutely sliming his whole cock. I sat there for a while, this big fat bear burying his nose in my crotch, cock down his throat, stroking my bud and this guy's cocks each, as he pulled back and gave L's thick head some deserved attention. I took a moment to provide some attention to my own member, as another guy came over aad dropped to his knees in front of me. He was vigorous, and the earlier hits on my vape kept me comfortably numbed to just stay hard and needy for the time being. Another big, round bear came over and motioned that he wanted a turn slobbering on my knob; I motioned and the guy vigorously sucking away pulled back, turning to the PA'd bear on my left, giving his cock a tender kiss at first. Meanwhile, my new bear sucker rested a hand on each of my legs, and as he tenderly licked at the head of my cock, I tilted my head back and caught the bartender's eye. Lazily, I grinned and asked if i could get a glass of water. The bartender grinned broadly back and set a glass down next to me. I tilted back upright, moaning as this guy's tongue ran up my shaft, and I downed most of the glass in a go. The bear with the PA was lolling his head, the lean top pounding him just soaked in sweat as he gave a deep groan and sank his cock fully into the blond bear's ass, and his torso seemed to clench as he painted the bear's guts. The bottom moaned, and the guy slobbering on my cock backed off so he could take my spasming shaft back in his mouth to satiate his need to keep getting cock. The dude behind him backed off, his hole now painted with cum. The tatted bear stepped up to fill his needy hole, and he moaned around my cock as the new dude's head pressed in--no lube needed, cum was all over his winking hole. While he was working on my shaft, I thumbed at his ear, playing gently with the ring in his lobe and told him how fucking hot he was. "You look so good getting filled at both ends, man. All these guys are jacking off watching you." He groaned back, pulling off of my cock for a moment to suck on my balls and stuff his nose in my crotch as he jacked me slowly. Over by the pool table, I could see a few guys stroking each other, as guys slowly migrated towards the door. The guy fucking the red jocked stud bear finally had his fill and backed off, and the hottie looked up at me. "Wanna top?" he winked. "Sorry man, I didn't bring condoms or lube. I'm having a great time getting sucked, though!" I ran my hand through his hair and he dove back onto my cock, humming his approval. I looked up and L had a few guys stroking him slowly as he stroked their cocks. The smell of sex permeated the room, and a few dudes' moans reached crescendos as they hit their moments of ecstasy and gave each other their loads. I was nowhere near ready to cum, but I could tell the party was winding down. My round-bellied, furry-shouldered sucker finally backed off and stood up, cum leaking down his leg slowly from his well-fucked hole, and I gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, stud," I said with a grin, and he mugged back and nodded, "Thanks man, you've got a tasty cock there." I tucked myself back in my jock, somewhat needlessly, to go take a piss before leaving. I got a chuckle and laughed a bit myself since well, there were no mysteries about my junk really--everyone in the bar had seen me and sized me up for themselves. A dude was giving himself a quick sponge-off in the sink, getting his cock cleaned up. "Aaah, the woes of a bar quickie" somebody said affextionately, "We've all been there." We laughed, I pulled out my cock at the trough and took a solid thirty seconds to just piss, head tilted back, a groan rising in my throat. I wished one of the big burly bears around me would give my ass a grab at that moment, but with the end of the night looming there was definitely a desire to wind down. I finished up and lazily flicked my cock to get the last drops off. L gave me an appraising look as we got dressed by the door and called an Uber. I snuck a hand in his waistband and we chatted with wandering hands as we returned to his apartment. Once there, I ditched the clothes and took a quick shower before joining L on the couch to once again sprawl out, naked this time, and took a pull on a vape before returning to sucking L's fat cock. My own cock picked up steam pretty quickly, the taste of the heavy meat in my mouth leading to a fire in my crotch as my cock roared back to life, all the teasing of the evening leading to a steady stream of pre as I stroked lazily, letting my need cause my hips to buck. After dedicating some time to L's balls, I returned to sucking his cock as I stroked my own, feeling my balls tighten as his cock swelled in my mouth, and finally he groaned my name and swore as I tasted his salty-sweet cum pulse onto my tongue, burst after burst, and the heady, manly taste drove me over the edge, my load spraying all over my chest, hot and sticky. "You're gonna want to clean up again, huh?" L said, gently rubbing my cheek, and I laughed and nodded, leaning into his hand as the strong post-coital urge to snuggle came over me. We stayed close on the couch for a moment before the cum cooling on my chest spurred me to get up and wipe down, then we went to bed.