I have four stories in various states and over the last week unable to finish a one of them. So, this one was created as a sort of venting. I hope you enjoy it. Grant.
Yes, I was pissed off. Frustrated, angry, and a bit frightened. You know the feeling when something goes sideways, and you can only sit and watch. When things are poised to get out of control, and you’re supposed to just move on and get over it.
Fuck.
There was only one solution. Or one that would make me forget for a short time. A way to distract myself, to get so involved in something else there was no way I could really think about it. And that was to hook up and fuck.
I slipped on a T-shirt and my ratty jeans, put on the Docs, and headed out the door. I drove out of the neighborhood heading towards Langford Park, the small business district that served my neighborhood and several others. It was becoming gentrified, but there were still a few of the original businesses holding on. A boutique clothing store, a music store, a few local restaurants and bars, and among them The Cellar Door, the local gay bar.
The Cellar Door was a place you could go after work for a couple of drinks or show up at midnight and flirt with any newcomer that dared to be there that late, a place I knew most of the regulars. As I neared Sullivan Avenue where I would need to turn, I reconsidered going there. I would know nearly everyone there, and in my mood, that would not do. I wanted anonymous sex, just sex. No hand holding or utterances of attraction or to wake up with someone next to me wondering if this was someone I could date. Tonight, I just wanted to fuck and didn’t give a shit if I knew the other guy’s name.
I kept driving straight.
I drove to the west side of town, through an industrial district until I was circling around the airport. I kept driving until I approached the Choctaw River. Off the highway, down a rutted-out dirt drive, there was an old fish camp that had been converted to a bar, and by converted, I mean building a bar across the main room, a coat of black paint on the interior and red on the exterior, and a new sign: Dock Side. Despite the new paint the place still looked like a dive. But it was what the doctor ordered: a gay bar that catered to a decidedly different crowd, one I meant to join for the night.
I had no idea what a Wednesday night would be like. Hell, I had only been a few times, once during Pride, and a couple of other times with friends who wanted to check it out. It wasn’t that I didn’t like the vibe. It was the distance. All the way to the other side of the city down by the river. At best, it was nearly forty-five-minute drive. Too far to just go have a couple of drinks and hang out. But tonight wasn’t about socializing over a drink, and the drive seemed to add to the sense I was getting away.
I pulled down the drive and backed up to the woods that circled the site. I sat there wondering what was going on. There were more cars and trucks than I anticipated. Whether it’s a good thing or bad thing, I didn’t know. I watched a truck pull in and two men climb out. Leather pants, harnesses, and the look of men on the prowl. A Jeep pulled in and a guy climbed out, pulled off his T-shirt and headed in wearing just jeans and black boots.
It was a leather night.
I wasn’t dressed inappropriately, but I knew I could do better. I leaned forward and tugged off my T-shirt. I slipped my boots off, then jeans and boxers. I tossed the boxers in the back, put the jeans back on, then my boots and climbed out of the car. The cool night air caressed my bare upper body, and it made me feel aroused. My cock stirred, pushing against the worn soft denim. I tugged on it, worked it over to the side giving it room to stretch out, and headed inside.
I signed in and headed to the bar seeing a few heads turn my way. There were a few smiles, not in greeting but in appraisal. It seemed I was good enough and that was all that mattered.
“What can I get you?” asked the bartender. He was a hunk. A big muscular man wearing a harness and jeans.
You can fuck me, I thought. “Jack and coke.”
Drink in hand, I moved to the darkest corner and leaned against the wall. I watched the men, those huddled in groups, those coupled, and those like me, on the prowl.
It was late. How late, I didn’t know or care. I was sitting at the bar listening to a guy tell of his visits to leather bars in Chicago and New York as his hand rubbed my thigh.
“Do you like to get fucked?” he asked.
I knew what he meant. “I’m versatile.”
He smiled. “Me too.”
The hand snaked up my thigh and I spread my knees apart. I didn’t realize the hole in the crotch was filled with my cock slipping free, until fingers began to toy with it. He leaned forward, close.
“You really want it,” he said, not as a question but as a statement of fact.
“Yes.”
I glanced around the nearly empty bar and saw four more guys leave. There were less than five guys in the bar, and that included the bartender who had the shirtless guy from the Jeep pulled over the bar kissing him. The fingers wrapped around my hardening cock and pulled it further out of the hole. He let go and there was a rip, then another, and I was open to his ministrations. Nuts hung long touching the edge of the stool and cock angled upward, hard as rock, and the guy stroked me, slowly, as he watched my face.
“You want to go out back?” he asked.
Out back was a patio area. It wrapped three sides of the building. One on the riverside had a low fence allowing patrons to watch the dark waters swirl by. There was another bar and a scattering of tables and chairs. The next section was where the fence increased to eight feet in height, and it had a bench along it with the rest of the area open for standing for it was a narrow space. The third space, the one that sat at the back of the building with the canopy of the trees hanging over it, was just as narrow. It also had a bench along the fence and sitting in the middle of the space was a large wood spool like wiring or piping came on. It was here that the guy led me. The outdoor bar was closed and there was no one in any of the three areas.
“I think we have the place to ourselves,” the guy said as he pulled me around and back against the spool. He had led me out by my cock, used it to steer me around, and now he just slow stroked it keeping me aroused.
He let my cock go and grabbed each ass cheek as he pressed against me, humping his crotch against my bare cock. I moaned and grunted and pushed back. I felt his fingers digging into the seat of my jeans, then a rough tug, then another, and the jeans ripped open. I felt the cool air over my exposed ass, then fingers digging down between my ass cheeks. There was no hesitancy. The fingers were soon rubbing over my tight opening, then one finger penetrated me, and I moaned and shuddered against him. My cock flexed and I pushed it against him.
“Fuck…fuck,” I uttered.
Movement caught my eye, and I saw the bartender leading the guy from the Jeep passed us and into the back corner.
One finger, then two, then three penetrated my ass and stretched me open. I reached between us and worked to undo the guy’s belt, then tugged and pulled on his jeans, desperate to get them undone. I reached into the spread jeans and felt nothing but skin and pubic hair, then the base of his hard cock. I slipped my hand further into his jeans and felt its girth. It was thick. I worked his jeans down as far as I could while he fingered my ass. His cock slapped my nuts and pushed through my legs. It was long, every bit nine inches, maybe more. And I wanted it.
“Fuck me,” I uttered into his ear as I moved my ass along his cock.
He spun me around and pushed my bare chest down onto the spool. The rough wood dug into my flesh as he kicked my legs apart. Hands grabbed my jeans and ripped the seat until my ass was completely exposed to him. I moaned as I waited for him to take me. I looked into the dark corner and saw the guy from the Jeep moving up and down in the lap of the bartender. He was facing me and his cock flopped around as he moved faster and faster until gasping for breath. Then I cried out and shuddered as thick cock stretched me open and sank into my depths.
Hands held my shoulders as cock pummeled my ass. Faster and faster, the guy fucked me. Hips smacked against my ass pushing my cock painfully against the edge of the spool. I held tight to the edge of it and took every goddamn shove into my depths.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck me…harder.”
A hand grabbed me by the hair and tugged my head back. It pulled me up, my back bent back, hips pushed forward pinning my cock against the spool. I cried out, uttered obscenities and pleadings for him to fuck me. And he tugged again and fucked me as hard as he could.
I heard the bartender bellow with his release and opened my eyes to see the guy from the Jeep ease off his cock, get down on knees, and suck that slimy cock clean. Then I closed my eyes again and focused on the cock battering my insides and the hips banging against my ass.
The guy fucked and fucked and fucked until I lost all reason. The only thought was how it felt. Thick long cock sinking into my ass making me breathless. Then the guy’s rhythm grew erratic and each shove inward rougher, more physical, and soon, far too soon, he shoved into my depths and bellowed with his own release.
The guy pulled out of my ass and smacked the left ass cheek. It stung and I moaned.
“You like that?” he asked.
“Tonight, I do.”
He chuckled then smacked the right cheek. Then he smacked both ass cheeks until they burned hot while cum trickled down my thigh.
“I’m not done with you,” he said, pulling me to stand up. He stroked my drooling cock until I was pushing it through his hand. “Not yet,” he uttered, letting go. He pushed me back until I was seated on the spool. He pushed me to lay back and dragged my ass to the edge of the spool. I spread my arms to hold the edge of it as hard slimy cock pushed into my depths. He held my legs against his chest and fucked. Fucked hard. The spool rocked with the rhythm of it and my cock hovered over my abdomen and drooled on it.
“Come on guys, join us,” said the guy and I opened my eyes to see the Jeep guy crawl up on the spool and over me. He took my cock in his mouth, and I moaned, then opened my mouth to take his cock
“Jesus, Hank, leave some for me,” said the bartender.
“There’s enough for everybody,” the guy replied as he slammed into my depths.
I was getting fucked and sucked and not a goddamn thing else mattered. I sucked cock and clung to that rocking spool. Then I heard something hit the concrete and saw the bartender stand on something. In no time, the bartender was in the Jeep guy’s ass balls deep fucking him as roughly as my guy was fucking me.
I watched that bartender’s cock piston in the Jeep guy’s ass. At times he pulled all the way out and slammed back into it. Other times he hammered that ass, the sound of flesh smacking flesh impossibly loud. The Jeep guy pushed down and filled my mouth with cum. God he came a lot, and some trickled down my cheek as I swallowed all I could capture. Then I couldn’t hold back. I felt the surge of release, how it made every muscle tightened and my cock swell thicker in the suctioning mouth. I shoved upward and came. As my cock spurt wad after wad, the mouth suctioned it up.
Then the Jeep guy and I were laying in a heap gasping for breath with assholes gapped open and empty.
“Get up,” said the bartender, and the Jeep guy climbed off.
“Sit on this,” said my guy and I felt him holding my still hard cock up. The Jeep guy moved over me, faced my guy and sat his ass down on my cock. He moved on it, up and down, as the two men watched. The bartender moved up to us and pushed Jeep guy to lay back on my chest. I wasn’t sure what was happening until I felt the bartender’s cock pushing along side my own cock, seeking entry into the ass. The Jeep guy shivered, then shuddered as I felt the bartender’s cock slide into the ass next to my cock. Then the bartender slow fucked him, rubbing cock along side my own.
Jesus the ass was tight around our cocks, and I didn’t know how long I could take it.
The bartender increased the pace of his fuck, getting faster and faster, and I thought he would rub my cock raw. Then I came again and soon the bartender moved slickly inside that stretched ass. Then he came too, bellowing as before as he shoved into that ass all the way.
The Jeep guy stumbled to his feet and moved away, and I climbed to my feet and saw my guy sitting on the bench stroking a very hard cock. I moved to him, turned, and sat on it. I moved slowly up and down while watching the bartender watch me. I slowly increased my pace until my dripping cock flopped around.
The Jeep guy came out of the shadows and came before me where he got down on his knees and sucked my slimy cock. It aroused me to be sucked and watched while fucking. I grew hard again as I moved on that thick cock, working my stretched ass up and down its length.
Then hands took my waist and pulled me down on the cock, all the way, and my guy bellowed with release.
I stood before my guy and the bartender. Cum trickled down my thigh as I stroked my slick cock. I held Jeep guy by the hair, his face turned up below my cock, as I stroked to come. I wanted the others to see it, my release, what little it would be after getting off twice. The Jeep guy opened his mouth as I stroked my cock.
It seemed to take forever, but I finally came. Cum shot out hitting the face, then pooled in the slit and dribbled into the open mouth. Once spent, I let the Jeep guy suck my cock clean, then he tilted his head down and licked the cum from my thigh, dragging it all the way up to my ass.
I drove home wearing my boxers and T-shirt, the remnants of my jeans were tossed into the dumpster at the bar. It was nearly four and I would normally be getting up in a couple of hours for work. As I passed through Langford Park, I knew I would call in sick. And I was sick. Sick to death about what happened, but for a brief time that night, I forgot about it.
