Saturday, November 28, 2015

Bartender Blowjob

Don't exactly go by the title. It' snot exactly what you think.  Or maybe it is.

Yes he was a bartender. Yes, there was a blowjob. No, I did not administer it.

Over two years ago, I blogged here about how this same bartender fucked me in a stall in the bar which in he worked. It turns out, I also fucked him twice when I did threeways at that pretty-boy's house a few months ago (though the situation with the pretty boy ended very badly - so I won't be getting an invite back.......ever).

This guy is also a leather guy with a "Sir" title.

Here is where I fail the title test. If someone is called "Sir", I expect them to be aggressive, assertive and to be the top. If you're keeping score, he fucked me once, I fucked him at least twice and now was about to get a blowjob from him.

He also "keeps" a boy and a.......a.....guy who dresses like a women. I don't think "he" is quite a drag queen, but not quite transgendered either. Call me old-fashioned, but I'm all about clear male-on-male action. There are enough issues with sexual roles in play before the need to bring gender identity roles into the mix.

I just want "top" or "bottom".  Things can still be very heated with those limited roles. Trust me.

Like last time, we flirted on Scruff. I was hoping for a repeat, but he kept mentioning the times I fucked him. It seems that where his head was at - and where he wanted mine to be.  Sigh.

I can't win for losing. And at the time I had a 14 day load.

I wasn't far from the bar, so I stopped in, per his request. He had three customers. Two quickly left. I ducked into the restroom and waited in the stall. I took my cock out and started building up the erection.

Soon, the bartender came into the stall, secured the door and started playing with my cock. Fuck it, I was there, may as well fuck him. But then he demurred a little. Said he wasn't "prepped". I said I was a big boy and could handle it.

Don't get me wrong, squeaky clean butts are nice, but when did we evolve to only fucking super clean asses?  Has porn ruined us?  I can't be the only guy who has spontaneously had sex in a bathroom or woods - right?  It's not like I'm saying I enjoy a muddy fuck, but c'mon, someone is sticking something up an ass...............grow up.  As Amy Schumer sang, "this is where your poop comes out".

He shrugged, turned around - butt facing toward me.

With some spit and some gumption, I eased in to him. All the way in. There was maybe 10-15 pumps of his ass before the bathroom door opened up.  Fuck.

Now, I don't mind an audience, though neither of us knew who this way. But it also wasn't my place of employment. I hoped he locked the register, but who the fuck knows. He pulled off me, and there was a little brown on the head, but not much, though he apologized profusely.  It was nice, but unnecessary.

After the pisser left, so did the bartender. Never to return.

I left the restroom about 10 minutes later - in case he did return - and there were now six folks in the bar......at 1:30p.....on a weekday.  What a bunch of barflies. Naturally, they all looked at me - seeing someone exit a bathroom none had seen me enter. So I might have called them 'barflies', but they were calling me 'slut'.

I chatted with the bartender for a few, and made my exit. On the way home from there is when I found someone to help me with my load.  The 27 year old.

A week later, the bartender and I were chatting again. Again, he wasn't prepped, but willing for some oral action. There was something about him I liked, so I agreed. Again, there were a few people in the bar. I hung out for a few before heading to the restroom. He showed up sooner than later.

He asked if I still had 14+ days.  I told him it was seven, but it would be more than enough. I wasn't boasting, but I didn't want to scare him.

He showed. Stall door secured. He sat on toilet and blew me.

I love public and bathroom sex, so I was hard in no time. Him playing with my tits did not hurt the scenario.  Nor did the creek of the bathroom door opening..........again.

He didn't stop, so I didn't stop him. The other guy pissed and in no rush. And he washed his hands and dried them too.  But somewhere in there, I was just turned on knowing he was there. I was thinking about it too much and getting harder. And getting closer.

I didn't want the bartender to choke on my seed, and I wasn't really looking to get him in trouble, but I really didn't want to hold off either. So I came in his mouth.

Pulse after pulse after pulse after pulse of semen exited my cock and into his mouth. All the while the other guy was outside the stall. I might have had deeper breaths, but made no actual noise. Bartender man didn't gag or make any noise. He made my 7 day load disappear. He really had no choice at this point.

Our guest made his exit. I winked at the bartender still sitting there and made mine.

Again, there were a handful more patrons there than when I went in, but I kept walking and left the bar before the bartender emerged from the restroom.

Oh - to hear the bar chatter after I left and the bartender took his station. I can only imagine.

Before I made it home, there was a Scruff message from the bartender.  One word:  "WOW!"


I think he might have liked it.

1 comment:

cyberi4a said...

If anyone asked, I bet he told everyone he was the top in that situation and you begged him and he used you good. That could work in you favor and he be the best P.R. guy you could have.....lol