I walked into Jay’s Place and found a bar where most of the crowd was bears, mature men and men who were more toward a jeans and casual, comfortable shirt style. There was a friendly, fun atmosphere. The bartenders at the main bar in the front were convivial, welcoming, easy to talk to, and laughed readily. I’m a bit on the shy side, at least until I’ve had a couple drinks and was in a darker place, like a bathroom and there were sexy, masculine men about. I sat down at the bar and the bartender smiled warmly as he asked me what I would like. As he placed my beer in front of me, he said, “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” I smiled, feeling pleasantly surprised that he noticed and commented on it. “This is my first visit,” I said. “I’m stopping for the night while on a long drive to Chicago.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me, extended his hand to me and said, “Well, welcome! I’m Andy. Enjoy yourself. Will you have time to see some of the city?” I grasped the hand of this man who was just the kind of man I lust after: tall, dark beard and mustache, hairy arms, big hands and strong fingers, long, thick hair pouring out of his shirt, which was unbuttoned two-thirds of the way down his chest. I noticed that he was husky, by no means fat, and not an advertisement for living at the gym when not at work, just solid and obviously comfortable in his skin. “Daniel,” I said, shaking his firm strong hand. “I’m afraid I won’t get to see much – I’m back on the road tomorrow. I’m going to a conference that starts early morning, day after tomorrow.” He stepped back after putting my drink down, and there, on display, was a healthy, bulge that continued toward his left leg. He caught me checking him out and winked a blue eye at me before moving to another customer. His easy conversation with most of the other men seated at the bar told me that he was popular with the customers, which did not surprise me. He walked a few feet away and said something to the other bartender, who I had also heard talking and laughing with the men in front of him, men a bit older than me. He turned his head and looked in my direction, smiled and lifted a hand in a friendly wave as he continued making the drinks he was working on. The men seated in front of him looked down toward me and waved, and one of them said, “Welcome!” Now I was really struck by the friendliness of this place that I had picked after googling “bear bars near my location.” Once both were sure everyone was served for the moment, they walked back down the bar stopping in front of me. Andy said, “This is Gary.” It was impossible not to relax sitting at this bar with these men who were so good at hospitality. He was a bit slimmer than Andy, had a very sexy sprinkling of gray at his temples, was just as hairy, and his bulge, while not as round and pooched out as Andy’s, hung noticeably to the left. Quite to the left. I extended my hand to Gary, and said, “Nice to meet you, Gary! I’m Daniel. What a great place! I don’t know when I’ve ever been so quickly and warmly welcomed in a new place. You two seem to work together like a well-oiled machine.” They both chuckled and Gary said, “Well, we practically think for each other. We’ve been friends since high school.” Andy leaned forward and, in a semi-hushed, conspiratorial tone, loud enough for Gary to hear, said, “Yeah, but he was a senior when I was a sophomore, so he’s older.” All three of us laughed, Gary rolled his eyes and backhanded Andy’s bicep saying, “Young whippersnapper! Hey, listen Daniel, since you’re new, don’t hesitate to ask us anything while you’re here.” I beamed at the two of them and said, “Thank you, that’s very welcoming! That’s a nice patio area out front.” Andy looked across out the window and said, “Yeah, in the evenings it gets busy with people going out to smoke, some like to go to the bar out there.” I registered surprise on my face and said, “I didn’t even notice a bar out there!” Gary left to take care of a customer as Andy replied, “Well, its inside that roll-up door in the side of that part of the building. There’s also another bar down the hallway there past the restrooms,” indicating a hall off the left side of the room that I had not explored yet. “Ah!” I said, “I was just about to ask you where the restroom was!” Andy nodded toward the hall and said, “End of the hall on the right before the steps down to the dance bar there in back.” I was really surprised. The building didn’t look that big from the outside. “Wow! I had no idea there was all that back there!” I said. Andy explained that it is an L shaped building, so there’s a lot of building that doesn’t show from the outside.
I drained the rest of my beer and excused myself to the restroom, telling Andy I’d be back. There were identical restrooms next to each other, no door, but a divider mounted to the wall kept the “business” part of the room shielded from the hall. The sinks were just inside the entry. When I stepped over to the long porcelain trough-style urinal against the far wall, I realized it was much dimmer than at the entrance to the room. There was a stall between the urinal end of the room and the sinks. I loitered and took my time hoping someone might come into the restroom and I might see a nice piece of meat or two, or maybe even have a dirty conversation or more with someone, but no one else came in. I returned from the restroom, sat down, and Andy said, “On me.” as he plunked a fresh cold bottle down in front of me. “O my gosh, thank you, Andy!” He smiled a warm, satisfied smile and said, “You’re welcome, Daniel. If you want people to come back, you gotta treat them nice,” and for the second time wiggled his eyebrows at me. We chatted when he was not serving other customers, and he made sure no one was being ignored. We talked about my teaching, about where I lived and how there wasn’t a lot going on in my town. I had finished my third beer and realized that I was hungry, and the sun was setting. I stood up as Andy walked back over and said, “Gotta run to the restroom again and then I need to go find some dinner.” Andy wrinkled his forehead and said, “Aw man, you’re leaving me,” but smiled and chuckled as he said it. I headed down the hall to the second of the bathrooms. I was the only one there. I unzipped, pulled it out and started peeing when I heard boot steps behind me. Andy steps up next to me and fishes his dick out and begins peeing too. I sneaked a side-eye glance over and realized I was right – it was nice and thick, about six real inches flaccid, with a beautiful mushroom head. As I finished peeing, I saw bob it up and down a couple times, and as I looked over at him, he made it obvious he wanted me to see what he was packing. I looked at it and whispered, “Damn! That’s beautiful!” Andy smiled and winked at me as he said, “Thanks.” I looked down as he grabbed it and shook it up and down. I reached out and grabbed it, stroking it and feeling it hardening quickly in my hand. I gasped lightly and sighed. I looked up at Andy’s face and saw him smiling in a way that said he was totally ok with me grabbing him. He raised his hand to the back of my head and feeling just the gentlest of pressure I sank to my knees and engulfed his cock hungrily. “OH FUCK!” He said loud enough that anyone at the door would have heard it, but no one further away would have. I began sucking up and down his cock that had grown to 7 thick inches that were as hard as a steel pipe. I pulled back, keeping his head in my mouth, looking up at him and said “Mmmm.” I backed off his dick and said, “How long does it take you?” He just put his hands on both sides of my head and began gliding me up and down his dick, moving in rhythm to fuck my face at the same time. I kept going all the way down, just barely able to take his cock into my throat, but greedy to feel it filling my throat, and wanting to give him the best head he’d ever had. I was moaning on this magnificent hard cock, and he was sighing and muttering, “Fuck. O god yeah. Goddamn, buddy, suck my cock. Fuck your mouth is hot.” I looked up at him doing my best to plead with my eyes. He said, “You want it?” I nodded desperately keeping his head in my mouth and said, “MM-HMM” and he began fucking my face onto his cock hard. A torrent of quietly growled filth began pouring from his mouth: “Goddamn. Yeah man, take that cock. FUCK! SHIT! Goddamn! Goddamn! Goddamn! GODDAMN HERE IT COMES!” I felt the first shot blast on my tongue and then I went deep and took his pulsing head into my throat and grabbed his hands to hold me down on it, letting him shoot it directly down my throat. I was getting desperate for air but I didn’t care, because feeling him pulse in my throat and knowing his jizz was sliding down into my stomach was all I wanted. He kept me pulled deep into his pubes for a few more seconds and finally released my head. I gasped a breath through my nose but kept him in my mouth hoping to milk out every drop possible. He finally lifted my head off his cock and let out a barely audible, “HOLY FUCK! And here I was just hoping you’d grab my dick!” He helped me to my feet and said, “Shit, I better get back out to the bar!” I laughed and said, “I wouldn’t want to get us in trouble! I’d hate to get tossed out on my first visit!” He laughed and said, “Well, that wouldn’t happen, but I don’t want to feed the gossip mill.” He tucked it in his pants and we walked over to the sinks. As we were drying our hands, he asked me if I had walked down the stairs and seen the back bar. I told him I hadn’t, so with a hand gently but firmly on the small of my back, he guided me down the stairs and over to the doorway to the dance bar. It was easily more than twice the size of the front room with an L-shaped bar that was probably twice the length of the bar in the front room. Patches of colored light gave the room a mellow feel that I’m sure turned high energy as soon as they began moving and flashing and doing what the lights over a dance floor do. Draping his arm across my upper back, he laid his hand on my shoulder and squeezed lightly as he said, “This bar mostly takes care of the younger crowd. I’m off work by the time it gets hopping back here.” I felt him begin to take a step backward and I turned to go back to the steps, but Andy firmly guided me over to a dark corner a few steps away from the stairs. I looked up at him expecting him to show me another room, but he cupped the back of my head with his hand and leaned down quickly and kissed me. Not a peck. Not a smooch. This was a full-on lip lock with his tongue pressing into my mouth. I moaned slightly and slipped my hand around his torso and pulled his back toward me. The kiss must have lasted ten seconds before he broke it. I stood there looking up at him with my mouth still hanging open and said, “Goddamn, Andy, you know how to kiss!” He pulled me against his chest and said, “You certainly kept up with me! I’ve wanted to do that since you walked in the door! I had to make sure you’d come back after you eat dinner!” I sighed and looked up into his eyes and said, “Oh yeah. Oh, hell yeah.” I felt like I was going to combust. Andy released his hold on me and said, “I should probably get back to the bar before Gary starts rumors. You’ll come back later?” I nodded and said, “Definitely.” He kissed my forehead and said, “Good. See you later,” and turned and headed back to the front bar. I leaned against the wall for a moment relishing the tingling running throughout my body. I went up the steps and headed back to the front bar. I sat down and asked Andy for a Coke. I was trying to look around carefully to see if anyone was looking at us. Gary walked over and picked up a bottle from against the wall in front of me. As he turned back, he gave a barely noticeable approving smile and winked at me. I know I blushed, but I also smiled back at him. I finished my coke and said, “See you later, Andy! Nice meeting you, Gary!” I called out as I stepped over to the service area at the front bar. Andy came over and shook my hand and said, “Nice to meet you, Daniel. I look forward to seeing you again,” with Gary adding “Nice to meet you. Don’t be a stranger!” As I turned toward the door, I caught a furtive wink from Andy.
After dinner, I went back to Jay’s Place and looked around for Andy. Gary saw me looking around and came over and said, “Andy had a call from his brother who is sick. He had to go take him to the hospital. He asked me to make sure I let you know he was sorry. He really did want to stick around and see you after dinner. I haven’t seen him either as relaxed or as excited as he was in a long time. He’ll be back in tomorrow, and I know he’ll hope you stop by.” I was hit by the disappointment. “Oh crap!” I said. “I have to be on the road by 8:00 tomorrow because I have a 10-hour drive tomorrow, without stops. I’m so sorry his brother’s sick. I hope he’s okay. Please tell him I’m sorry I won’t be able to come by tomorrow. Also tell him I totally understand needing to take care of his brother.” Gary gave me a quick hug and said, “You’re a nice guy. It’s a fucking shame you don’t live here!” After we said goodbye, I went back to my hotel, got everything ready to load up and leave in the morning and hit the bed. It took a while to fall asleep because of thinking about that kiss.
