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.