This is the second part of the story. In the end, I've split it into three to accommodate all the words.
Just then, we heard the band wrap up and announce another break. I panicked for a moment, but Steven and Gary both had my tank top down and jeans back over my waist and buttoned up in a split-second. Unfortunately, it meant that my hard cock was pulled painfully to the side, but at least nothing was exposed. I figured they were about to suggest that we leave, but I was going to beg off. As horny as I was, I wasn’t up for tackling two guys who both might actually want to fuck me my first time. Instead, Steven said, “C’mon, let’s hit the lavs before the line gets too long,” and guided us through the crowd to the back corner and through the door.
Gary locked the door as I quickly pulled my straining cock out of my jeans and pissed in the urinal with a sigh of content. It wasn’t easy to pee while I was hard, but the need was great and it softened me up a bit. Steven sidled up next to me and whipped his out to do the same. It was the first time I’d seen it in the flesh and it made me gulp. It was like looking at my own impressive cock in a magnifier: at least three centimetres longer and thicker.
Steven saw me staring and laughed. “It’s okay. You can touch it if you want.” He took my hand off my dick and placed it on his, then wrapped his hand around mine to hold it over the urinal. I watched as a jet of urine shot out. Now, I’ve seen porn. I know there are bigger dicks out there, but I’ve never seen one like his live. Granted, I’m mostly into women, so I don’t pay that much attention. Gary joined us on my other side and pulled out his dick. It wasn’t as long as mine but it was, what can I say, stubby. It was really fleshy and thick. Without his prompting, I wrapped my other hand around his dick to feel if it was a fleshy as it looked. We were all uncut and Gary had a lot of foreskin. I found it fascinating, and I pulled it back to let him piss without interruption or mess. He smiled at me and let me do it.
“So, you guys up to do some coke?” It seemed like exactly the right thing at this moment, and I nodded eagerly. We tucked ourselves back in and Gary took out some stuff to get it ready. Steven, meanwhile, stood behind me and said, “May I?” He reached into my jeans and pulled up the back of my panties so that they were just showing above the waistline. “I just can’t get enough off seeing them on you. They’re really hot.”
I smiled at the compliment and laid my head against his chest. It was so unusual to be within someone tall enough to do that and I’d had girls do it to me so many times that I wanted to see what it felt like. His cheek was strong and it felt very sexy. I was in a mental place I’d never experienced: letting someone else take the reins.
Gary soon had three lines laid out and we took turns inhaling the white powder through a fifty-pound note. He put his stuff away, we checked that there were no telltale signs and then left the bathroom to the sound of grumbles and “Took you blokes long enough!”.
Steven offered to get the next round. I asked for water. My mouth was starting to get dry after the E. I told Gary I’d be right back and went over to chat with my friends for a bit. They were curious about my new mates and I told them we’d just clicked in the back there. Sarah, who’d immediately noticed the exposed string of my panties, told me with a wink, “Clicked in the back” sounds about right. I laughed and told them I’d probably head straight home after the show because I’d taken some E along with the lager. It was only a twenty-minute walk from the venue to our flat. Sarah said that they planned to hang out with the band after the show, so I shouldn’t wait up.
When I got back to the other group, the band was just starting up their third and final set. Steven was there with our drinks. He’d gotten me another pint and a glass of water. As he handed me the drinks, he leaned forward and asked, “Has it kicked in yet?” I started to shake my head that I wasn’t feeling the coke, but then I got a whiff of him from this close and I felt my cock stiffen in my jeans. “Well, maybe just a little,” I told him coyly, looking into his brown eyes.
He flashed me that smile of his and his full lips had me captivated. I truly couldn’t look away. Suddenly, I was tracing them with the pad of my left index finger, my hand on his scruffy, chiselled jaw. I leaned forward and up, and our eyes locked as I kissed him gently. I licked his lips before putting my tongue into his mouth, which he let me do. We made out for what felt like an hour, even though it was probably only a few minutes.
I was lost in the kisses, not even realising that he’d raised my tank top and was stroking my hardened nipples at the same time. My hips were slowly thrusting forward like a dog in heat. I lifted his t-shirt to see the dark treasure trail that ran up from his jeans over his navel, across his flat abs and up to his hairy chest. He was all man and, that evening, I wasn’t. At least I wasn’t acting like it. I exposed a couple of dark aureoles with pink, fleshy nips jutting forward. A need came over me; they might as well have been a woman’s protruding breasts. My mouth moved to the left one and I began to caress it with my tongue, alternately licking it and scraping it with my teeth, but never biting down.
He put my hand on his lap and said, “You see what you’re doing to me?” The rest of the world disappeared; I was intent on working over those nipples. When I’d gotten them stiff and covered in spit, he took my chin in his hand and lifted me off his chest. “My turn, baby boy,” he told me and lifted my tank top over my head before tucking it into the waist of his own jeans.
He sat me down on a bar stool and leaned over me so that my upper back was pressed against the wood panelling. He leaned forward and kissed my navel, then slowly moved over my abs to my pecs and nipples. His mouth covered them and he sent me into heaven. My jaw dropped open as he sucked, licked and bit my nipples into submission. They were standing boldly at attention, begging for more when he lifted off them. I realised that my jeans were again fully unbuttoned and my panties were exposed.
My body was flushed but still a part of my brain told me to stop. “Steven, I’m not ready for this.” He stopped me with a kiss and a ‘shh’. “Baby, nothing’s going to happen that you don’t want to happen. But let’s not pull the brakes until we reach that point, okay?” That sounded like a perfectly reasonable request and I suddenly felt foolish for overreacting.
Gary had re-joined us and was giving me a delicious shoulder massage from behind. He pulled my head back and held it while we kissed upside down. I wrapped my arms around his torso and discovered that he was pretty strong. It was athletic, broad and strong, without a gram of extra fat. I let my hands roam as our tongues duelled and didn’t pay attention to Steven lifting my ass off the stool to lower my jeans. Lost in Gary’s mouth, I didn’t pay attention to Steven removing my trainers, slipping off my jeans and putting the trainers back on. It was so warm in the pub at this point that I was actually more comfortable without the constricting jeans.
Steven placed my feet back on the ground. I felt him slide a finger along the tip of my exposed cock and hold it to my mouth. I licked and sucked on his finger, tasting what must have been my own pre-cum. He pulled me to my feet and manoeuvred me behind the bar stool while he and Gary exchanged positions. I was flying on coke and molly at this point, and my skin was enjoying the constant stimulation of their hands and lips. Gary resumed kissing me and stroking my torso, leaning back a bit so that I was forced to lean forward over the bar stool to keep contact.
Steven used his boots to part my legs further than shoulder-width apart. Suddenly, I felt the string of my panties pulled to the side and his tongue swiped along the crack of my ass. I would have shouted out in joy at that moment if Gary hadn’t muffled my groans with his mouth. Gary encouraged me to explore his torso further. He unbuttoned his shirt and I parted it to run my hands over his blond-haired barrel chest and washboard abs. If he wasn’t a rugby player, he really should have been. He pointed to his chinos, and I unbuttoned them to expose a pair of tighty-whities.
It was clear that he wanted me to go further, so I fished his thick cock out of the briefs and snapped them under his hairy low-hanging balls. Gary leaned forward and kissed me. Caressing my nipples, he said, “You’re not going to lead me this far and then leave me here hanging, are you?” His smile was angelic, but he was devilish to be sure.
My mind wasn’t working. I only know that I saw a massively thick cock and balls dangling in front of me and I needed to taste them. I leaned forward so that I was basically bent over the stool on my bare belly and wrapped my lips around the foreskin-coated crown of his cock. “That’s it, Robin. Oh, that feels amazing.” My reward was a little drop of pre-cum on my tongue that tasted like my own but a little different. I didn’t have the presence of mind to analyse the difference.
Once I had part of that dick in my mouth, I thought that I must have been in heaven. Nothing terrestrial could possibly have been that good, could it? I couldn’t tell you what was going on in the rest of the pub. Was the band still playing? Were people dancing or had they formed a circle around us to watch? No idea. I only know that my body was one long nerve ending and it was being caressed by a pair of manly hands on my back and a manly tongue between my legs.
Gary let me explore his groin at my leisure, abandoning his thick shaft to bathe his hairy balls with my tongue. I guess the two men took it as a sign when I started to hump back against Steven’s tongue at my ass. He started to tongue-fuck me and eat me out with a fury. Gary bent his legs and dipped his thick, erect shaft back into my open mouth and I did my best to open even wider to allow it inside. If I was struggling like this, I don’t see how any woman could possibly have given him head in the past. “Don’t struggle, Robin. Just relax your jaw. Yawn for me, baby.” I tried to do what he urged and it helped. I felt his massive cock head at the back of my throat and my first reaction was to gag.
“Relax, baby. I’m not even in your throat. See?” he said, gently sliding his cock back and away from my jaw until he brought it back. My jaw was getting a little tired from being held so far open. I think I scraped his cock a little and wanted to apologize. He caressed my hair and told me, “Don’t worry, Robin. I’m used to that. I even like it. Just don’t bite.”
I’d been so distracted by the action and conversation, that I hadn’t noticed something had changed behind me. With a lot of spit and a little packet of pocket lube, Steven had worked a finger inside my ass and was holding it steady. With his other hand, he was gently milking my cock, running his rough palm over the entire length of my shaft and giving the head a little squeeze.
He was leaning over me and whispered into my ear, “Do you know how beautiful you are?” It was exactly the sort of thing I’d say to a bird I was in bed with and I could see why it worked so well. I felt valued and appreciated and I relaxed even further. Something moved inside my ass and I tried to pull off Gary’s cock. He was anticipating that, however, and held my ears steady as he fucked my mouth. The object in my ass slid forward, curled and pressed against something deep inside the core of me. It was glorious. A shudder ran through my entire body, and I hadn’t realized I’d shot three volleys of cum into Steven’s waiting hand.
There was no dip in my sexual arousal. I was still one large nerve. However, cumming had actually made everything “down there” relax further and soon Steven was sliding that finger in and out of my hole without any resistance beyond my natural tightness. He ate me out a bit more and then tried sliding two fingers inside me, which did not get past my notice.
I was willing my jaw to relax for Gary and he was able to start sliding his thick cock a couple of inches into my throat. The upside is that the relaxation was affecting my whole body and Steven was making better progress as well. Gary was showing remarkable patience, more, I think, than I could have shown a date at this point in my arousal. My throat felt so open I imagined that I was trying to swallow my own fist.
I found it hard to breathe when he was inside, but he never stayed in that long, so it wasn’t a problem to match my breathing to his strokes. He kept up a steady stream of compliments and caresses to keep me in place and I wasn’t feeling motivated to go anywhere else. Every so often, he reached below me and played with my nipples to turn up my heat factor.
What was going on at my ass was less clear. I presume that Steven kept trying to add fingers to open me up enough for his cock. Two had already felt like a man’s cock and I had no idea if he was currently fucking me with three fingers or his entire fist. I only knew that nothing bigger would possibly work.
“Gary, you’ve been feeding him that thick prick long enough. Why don’t you step aside, and let me spend some time with that beautiful mouth?” At the same time, Gary pulled his cock out and Steven removed his fingers from my ass. The pressure in my backside abated and I was able to take some deep, relaxing breaths. I could also see that most of the bar crowd had removed their tees and tops by this point.
The dancing and summer evening had heated the place up. I spotted a few people making out before Steven stepped in front of me, his jeans and pants pulled down in front to give me an unobstructed view of his powerful cock. All thoughts of how wrong it was to be doing this in a public place disappeared when he presented it in front of my mouth. I immediately wrapped my lips around the crown and circled it with my tongue. He left out a soft moan and placed a hand between my shoulder blades to encourage me.
I was eager to know what it felt like to suck a cock that big and gagged myself on it a few times before he told me to slow down. “No rush, baby. Your mouth feels fantastic.” His words spurred me on to take more of him, but at a slower pace, so that I could relax my throat. Once I had a rhythm going, he said, “Fuck, that’s good.”
Gary pulled my ass cheeks apart and started caressing my ass hole with his tongue. I felt him take the waist of my panties. “You look like a sexy bitch in these panties, but they’re in my way.” I could feel him pull them down my thighs and calves, and off, before he spread my legs and resumed his attentions to my ass. I was now stark naked in my favourite club—not counting my trainers—and I barely gave it a second thought!
Steven suddenly had more coke on the pads of his middle fingers and he rubbed it around my gums as his cock slid in and out of my mouth. I was flying and hadn’t realized that Gary had stopped rimming me. Steven licked the residue off his fingers, reached below me and took hold of my erect nipples. He squeezed and pulled them harder and harder until it grew painful. Just as I started to squirm, he released them. The blood rushed back into my nipples and I sighed in relief when I felt something stretch my asshole painfully.
Chapter 3 will conclude the story. I guess I wrote more than I realized.
