There was froth and wetness everywhere – over my hands, my trousers, on the floor … It was gushing out so fast at first but was now easing off. Thank goodness.
I’d been eyeing up this bit of cuteness that had walked into the bar about 30 minutes ago. He had ordered a pint of Guinness and was now playing on the quiz machine alone. He was young – 20yo I guessed – quite handsome, in an innocent kind of way, as well as being quite athletic in build. He was dressed in civvies but I’d clocked him as a recruit from HMS Raleigh which was a Royal Naval training facility just outside Plymouth where I managed this pub, the Silversmith Inn. I thought it strange that he was on his own. Maybe he was meeting his mates later.
“I don’t want a pint of froth pal.”
This comment, from a customer, jolted me back to reality.
“Sorry sir,” I said, “I’ll have to change the barrel. Be one minute.”
I went quickly down to the cellar to sort out the lager. As I was doing it, I thought about the cute lad at the quiz machine. I was mentally undressing him and imagining kissing him. Licking his bare chest and nipples, trailing my tongue down his torso until I reached his bulging pants. I gently pulled at them in a downwards motion and out sprang his hard thick uncut dick. I imagined sucking it, tasting him, ferociously licking his big knob, easing down on him until my nose touched his deliciously trimmed pubes …
Shit! I realised that I’d been day-dreaming for a few minutes and that my customer was waiting for his pint upstairs. My cock was rock hard in my pants but I needed to rush back as we were a bit short staffed this evening. I rushed back aware that my hard-on was very visible. As I entered the bar area, my customer was turned away looking at the TV but next to him and looking directly at my not-so-subtle bulge was the cute guy from the quiz machine – who was, it has to be said, responsible for my current predicament. His eyes slowly drifted up to mine. I knew that he knew that I knew – or however that goes!
He smiled the most gorgeous smile ever at me. My heart skipped a beat and my legs went slightly like jelly – and my cock hardened again, this time with a trickle of precum. I silently regretted the fact that I was wearing light coloured and very tight trousers. I daren’t look down – but he did – again.
“I’ll be with you in a second sir,” I said to him. Actually, I wished everyone in the bar would fuck off and leave us two together so I could have my wicked way with him. I turned to the pissed off looking customer and served him his pint of lager.
“What can I get you?” I asked now moving over to the cute guy.
He didn’t answer yet smiled in that very knowing way. The pause was a little too long to be natural.
“What would you suggest for a thirsty sweaty guy that’s been training hard all day?” he asked with his eyes staring right into mine.
I could think of a number of things but this was neither the time nor the place. Unfortunately.
“Another cold Guinness sir?” I suggested, “It’ll feed your brain for the quiz machine”
“Great idea,” he responded. “I’m in the middle of a game right now. I could do with some help.”
I passed him his pint which he took and sipped – leaving a thin trail of white creamy froth on his upper lip – which I would have loved to have licked off. He sauntered back to the quiz machine. He had a great looking bum, sculpted nicely under his tight jeans.
I’d noticed that three extra bar hands had just arrived to help out. Being bar manager had its perks so I decided to take my break there and then. I told my assistant that I’d be taking 30 minutes break.
“It’s B. Gay. Giocoso is the Italian musical term for gay or merry,” I stated, pointing at the B button. He pressed it and a big tick flashed up on the screen with accompanying electronic fanfare.
“Thank you,” he said, “I would have gotten that right because I can always tell. Though the bulge in your trousers is a big give-away.” He winked at me. Such a self-assured young man I thought. I really want to do him.
The next question flashed up on the screen.
What would you do with a lozenge? A – wear it, B – suck it, C – throw it
Both our hands flew to button B. His hand got there first, so I pressed my hand on top of his.
“I love sucking,” he said suggestively.
“So do I,” I said, “I love to move it around in my mouth and rub it with my tongue.”
By now, I was so hard and dribbling that I didn’t care about bulges or wet patches. We were both gazing into each other's eyes – knowingly.
“I need the loo,” I said, desperately hinting and hoping that he would come with me.
“There’s just one more question for the jackpot,” he said, “we can celebrate if we win.”
Which male actor starred in Mary Poppins and Chitty Chitty Bang Bang? A – Dick Van Dyke, B – Danny Kaye, C – Rock Hudson
I laughed and said “A. Dick Van Dyke. But B and C liked a bit of dick too.”
Cute guy pressed the A button and, to a rousing jolly tune and fireworks going off on screen, £25 dropped out of the machine.
“I love dick,” he said, “and from what I’ve seen I could do with some right now.”
He surreptitiously cupped my bulge and squeezed.
“I need that pee right now,” I said, aware that my heart was racing.
We both flew into the gents and moved into the first available cubicle, locking the door as went.
We couldn’t wait to get our hands on each other. We embraced tightly and kissed with fervour. My lips pressed hard on his and he reciprocated while gripping my head with both hands. My hands were stroking his back and moving down to his bubble butt. As I felt his bum, he let out a sigh which signalled all the information I needed. He liked having his bum played with. I groped his pert backside while our tongues danced and entwined themselves. Our bodies were pressed together in this confined space and I could feel his hardness against mine. I gripped his buttocks and pulled him into me. He pulled away from my lips and raised his head letting out a long drawn out moan.
“I need your dick now,” he said.
He dropped to his knees and pulled at my belt and trouser buttons. He roughly pulled my trousers down and kissed my now wet bulge. There was a very large patch of dampness where my precum was soaking through. He sucked at it through the fabric. Then he yanked my briefs down and my cock sprang forward, hitting him in the face with a slap.
“Fuck me. You’re huge,” he said, worshipping my nine inches of thickness.
I looked down and could see my foreskin stretched over my fat knob – it was glistening with wetness. He took it in his mouth and I could feel his tongue probing underneath my foreskin. He sucked so hard at one point my knees buckled with the ecstasy that shot through my entire body. Wow, this lad can give an amazing blow job. His mouth now worked down my wide and solid shaft. Could he take all in one go? Others had tried and failed because of my length and girth. But this lad was nearly nose-deep in my pubes. Fuck! He’d done it. I could feel my knob at the back of his throat while his mouth gripped the base of my shaft with a tightness that said ‘I’m not letting go!’ He hadn’t touched my cock with his hands yet but as he withdrew back up my length, his hands came to grip my hard dick. He wanked me slowly while kneeling in front of me, he seemed mesmerised watching my foreskin move back and forth across my swollen glans – my piss-slit opening and closing as he jerked me off and dribbling precum continuously. He licked a load up and swallowed it. Then took some more in his mouth and stood up.
He fed me my own precum, forcing his tongue into my mouth, kissing me with renewed ferocity.
“Can I fuck you?” I asked.
For a moment his self-assurance disappeared and I saw doubt in his eyes. I could detect a struggle – he was making his mind up about something.
“Yes,” he said quietly.
I reached down and undid his belt, unbuttoned his fly, pulled his trousers down, smiling briefly as I noted his hard-on forcing his briefs to tent and an equally damp stain at the front. I tugged his briefs down and his cock jumped to attention. He wasn’t as big as me but a decent 6.5 inches, uncut and thick. I wanted to suck him off but knew that I had to fuck him first. It’s what he wanted.
I turned him around. He moved forwards, straddling the toilet and bending forwards. I nearly shot my load straight away as I stared, mouth open, at this perfect bum. Lightly covered in fluffy hair, peachy even, rounded and firm and, with his legs apart and bending forward, the best view of his hole. It was flawless and faultless. I bent down and eased his cheeks further apart with my hands. I could smell fresh sweat and that muskiness that exudes from the nether regions – this really tuned me on even more. I kissed his sweet hole, then flicked it with my tongue before fully licking it with more force. I licked it like it was the tastiest ice lolly – savouring the flavour at each pass. Then I probed his tight hole with my tongue. I heard him moan softly. Probed further inside and harder until I was tongue fucking him.
His moaning became more intense and rhythmic – keeping time with my tongue thrusts. Oh boy this was going to be an amazing fuck. I stood up and hovered my now slick and very wet dick jut inches from his gaping hole. I reached into my trousers and took out a tube of Pjur’s back door anal lube – I was a boy scout and ‘Be Prepared’ was my motto as well as theirs. Squeezed some onto his beautiful hole making it glint in even this low light. Then I rubbed it around and inside his man cunt before applying a generous dollop to my throbbing penis. We were lubed up and ready to go.
I pressed my apple sized knob against his back door and allowed him to take control. I could feel him ease back slowly unsure whether he could take me or not. But he was determined. He eased back and forth slowly before I felt that slight give indicating that his sphincter had finally given in and allowed me inside him. We both paused to allow him to get used to my wide girth. Then I felt him ease back and, as I looked down, I could see his hungry hole slowly but surely devour my fat cock. This cute guy felt so good around my dick – such an intense pressure like I’d never felt before. He moaned and gasped and swore repeatedly as he moved back onto me. I decided to help him out and pushed steadily forwards until my whole cock was balls-deep inside of him. We stayed there for a moment – both of us in ecstasy – before he eased up and turned around, kissing me deeply.
“Fuck me,” he said in an undertone.
I pulled my cock back and pushed it in again. I heard him cry out quietly – not from pain but intense pleasure. Again, I eased out and thrust into him. He was so tight but I felt he was sucking me inside with every thrust I was making. I developed a slow and steady rhythm, fucking him hard and deep, my balls slapping against the underside of his beautiful arse cheeks. As I kept up a steady momentum, I reached around and gripped his thick cock. It was wet and slimy with precum and I could wank him quite easily as I continued fucking him. I was wrong about his size; this guy had grown an extra half inch or so with my cock inside him – longer and thicker. My fingers toyed with his sticky foreskin as I continued wanking him. I now felt the urge to increase the tempo of my fucking so I started to shift gears and slam into him at a harder and faster rate. Never had an arse felt so good as this guy. He moaned louder and quicker.
He looked back at me. His eyes said it all.
I pulled out of him and sat myself down on the toilet seat. He faced me, inched forward and squatted onto my erect cock. The lube was still working well. Now, we were facing each other, so close. My cock filling him, his cock gushing precum and pressed in between our bellies. I held him around his smooth back, hands wide feeling his shoulder blades. He now eased up from my cock and then dropped down. Cute guy repeated this action and started riding me as I held him. His cock leaving a slime trail as it squeezed itself up and down our pressed together torsos. I could feel that knowing tingle in my loins that indicated a short countdown had started. I let out a tell-tale ‘Oh fuck! Yes!’ as he moved quicker, up and down my aching love pole. This was reaching mutual agreement as he increased pace and let out a ‘Fuck! Me too!’
We both reached orgasm together. I felt my balls tighten, my whole body tensed and tingled, I gripped him so tightly to me, squeezing his cock which was now squashed against my quivering body. I felt cum explode from my knob inside of him, my balls throbbing with every spurt. I kept cumming and cumming, filling him with my hot thick semen. At the same time, I felt his hard cock tense and erupt. Copious amount of creamy cum shooting out of his penis – hair, face, lips, chest, belly, one spurt even hit me in the eye – we were drenched. I could tell he hadn’t cum in weeks due to the massive load issuing from his hard cock. I licked some of the cum from his lips and tasted it. Mmmmm so good. He looked at me and did the same from my face and lips. His self-assurance had returned now – but somehow different and new – I could tell by the look on his face.
The urge to taste more cum overwhelmed me at that moment. But not from his face or body and not even his own cum that, to be fair, was covering most of us and the toilet cubicle. I wanted to feed him my cum.
I encouraged him off my cock – with a big slurping noise which was very erotic. Then I leant him back onto my knees while bringing his arse to my face. He knew what I wanted to do because he lifted his legs and parted his cheeks with his hands to reveal his very much fucked looking hole oozing with cum, dribbling down and across his perineum. I went in hungrily. Lapping at my own cum, licking his swollen looking hole, easing my tongue inside him. My cum tasted so good and I wanted to share it with my cute friend. It was only fair. I slurped up a mouthful of warm cum. I then altered our positions so I was hovering over his face and mouth – he opened wide and I let my cum pour into his eager looking mouth. I left a little bit for me to swallow as I watched him close his eyes and mouth and savour the taste before swallowing. This guy was so hot.
We both stood up and used toilet paper to wipe the cum off each other. We quickly dressed and then exited the cubicle.
“I’ll leave first," I said before giving him a quick kiss on the lips. ”Give it a few seconds before you come out,” I added with a wink.
He winked back, then grabbed me by the arm. He looked sensuously into my eyes:
“That was my first fuck,” he admitted.
I stood open-mouthed.
“Oh my god,” I exclaimed, “I could have hurt you.”
“No, you didn’t,” he responded, “it was as perfect as I could have imagined – in fact more so.”
We kissed again. Deeply and passionately.
As I floated back into the bar with a huge smile on my face, my assistant gave me a quizzical look before getting back to serving a customer.
“Has it been busy?” I asked.
“Not half as busy as you’ve been,” he said, “I came into the gents to look for you.”
My face went as red as a maraschino cherry.
“Just helping a customer,” I said, avoiding any more eye contact with him.
Just then, cute guy came over to the bar. He handed me a card with his phone number.
“I’d like to see you again,” he said with a big smile.
I didn’t need to answer as I returned the smile.
“Oh - my name is Mike,” he said, still smiling.
“And I’m Paul.”
(c) IrishC
