0 comments/ 21727 views/ 2 favorites Bar Tab By: Bankshot1957 I've passed it often on my way home from work, this bar that has been calling to me for a week, "Come in, have some fun, meet new people!" It was an extremely rough evening, even for a Security Guard. I prefer boredom to the excitement I was getting. It was just the wrong kind of excitement. Last week I had actually thrown a polo shirt into my work bag so I could stop at the store and not have to go shopping in my uniform. I changed into it before I entered, the heavy smell of smoke burned at my eyes as the doors opened. Scanning the room, I spotted you, sitting at a table alone, trying to fend off the wolves that were circling. Your blonde hair reflecting the neon signs around the walls. I stopped in my tracks and just looked, maybe a little too long because you sensed it and returned my gaze. Your blue eyes sparkled as you looked at me. I sat at the bar and ordered a drink. Every once in a while I looked your way, waiting for an opportunity to approach. Downing another drink I gained the courage and stood up. I turned around and you were there, beside me. As the music of Lonestar's "Amazed" began playing you took my hand and moved me to the dance floor. Neither of us said a word as you put your arms around my neck and my hands went to your hips. Never once did our eyes unlock their gaze. I slowly pulled you closer until your lips were centimeters away, your breath hot against my lips. My hands moved down your slim waist until they reached your buttocks. It took control to make them not go under the short skirt you were wearing. Just feeling your body pressed into mine was making me hard. A sigh escaped your lips as they moved closer to mine. They touched softly and parted, our tongues meeting. The taste of the kiss made me press into you more. We held it until the last few notes of the song echoed through the crowded bar. Still without saying a word you took my hand and lead me to your table. We sat across from each other and whispered into the darkness. Our voices soft and quiet. As we talked your bare foot traveled up my leg until your toes found my crouch. I was getting hard yet again. When you asked if I wanted to go for a walk I didn't have to think twice. I paid for our drinks and we walked out onto the dimly lit parking lot. Walking around the building we came to an area where no light would give us away. I pressed you against the wall and we kissed again, hungry for each other. Your hands went to the belt on my jeans as I slid my hands up your thigh, lifting the skirt over your waist while I pulled at your panties. As they fell to the ground you stepped out of them, our lips glued together like a forgotten hunger. We explored each others body as our hands traveled under our clothing. You finally released my pants and they fell to the ground. With one long nailed hand you reached through the opening in my boxers, grabbing my hard member as it throbbed in your hands. You rose up on your toes as you guided it into you and I pinned you against the wall. Slowly at first I pumped into you, our lips parted as our breathing became loud. Gasping for air you scratched at my back. I held your butt checks as you wrapped both your legs around me. Deeper I went into you. Our bodies were sweating with the heat of our passion as we tried to muffle the screams in the night. Our teeth biting at each others necks as you came around me. I kept thrusting into you, making your climax last longer, your body shaking at every brush of my lips, every touch of my hand and every stroke of my rod inside you. Finally I came inside you. We held each other while our heavy breathing subsided, the droplets of sweat cooling us off in the cool October evening. As we untangled and straightened out our clothing we exchanged names. While I walked you to your car our arms encircled each other. We parted with a passionate, tender kiss. Until next week. Bar Table Fun Up to Miss Kate's door i walked, then knocked on the door happily. i hadn't been to Mistress's home for a couple weeks, and was thrilled to finally be back to see Her. She opened the door and smiled at me, i smiled back and lowered my eyes. "Come in sissy", She ordered. i quickly scampered inside and set my bag on the floor. She closed the door and came over to hug me and i squeezed Her tightly, already feeling so at ease and in my proper place with Mistress so near. "I have big plans for tonight sissy, which i think you will enjoy greatly, because I certainly will," She whispered as She released me from Her embrace. "i can't wait Miss Kate," i replied, beaming with sheer joy. "you won't have to for very long sissy. Strip to your panties and kneel here, i'm going to change," She commanded. "Yes Miss Kate," i replied. As Mistress dissappeared into Her room i quickly removed my clothing until i was naked but for my cute pink and white tie died panties, after which i obediently dropped to my knees and locked my eyes on the floor as i waited patiently for Her to return. i heard Her coming moments later but kept my gaze focused downward. She brushed passed me, tousling my hair gently before pushing my head forward, forcing me to my hands and knees. "Mmm, such a cute spankable ass sissy," She remarked just before planting a solid swat on my panty clad bottom. "Thank You Miss Kate," i replied. She then caressed my ass briefly before landing several more firm swats on it, causing me to flinch and twitch slightly. i then felt Her squeeze my ass tightly before slipping my panties down just far enough to run Her finger up and down my eager hole. i arched my back and trired to thrust my hips towards Her to get more contact and She chuckled. "Is my little slut horny? it looks like she's begging for a good fucking." "Your slut is very horny Miss Kate," i replied, feeling Her hand slip from my hole around to squeeze my balls. i winced and drew in a breath at the pain, but did my best to remain motionless. Those balls belonged to Mistress, as did 'my' cock, and She could do as She pleased. i felt the familiar sensation of cool oily liquid dripping onto my ass, followed by the familiar probing of Mistress's wonderful 9 inch strap-on cock at my hole. "Beg Me for it whore," Mistress growled as She teased me with Her wonderful cock. Needing to be fucked by Owner so badly for the passed two weeks i eagerly obeyed. "Please pound my slutty ass Miss Kate, i crave Your cock. i'm such a whore for dick Miss Kate, please fuck me hard Miss Kate." "you are such a slut, sissy..." All of a sudden Her entire 9 inches of strap-on was rammed deep inside me. i squealed in delight and moaned wantonly as She slowly pulled it back out before slamming it back inside me. She again slid it out slowly and started to fuck me with a steady rythym. "Oh yeah you little slut, you love having Mistress's big cock in your pussy don't you?" i could only reply by moaning and bucking my hips back against Her thrusts. i felt Her hand tangle in my hair as She yanked me up off my hands and bit my ear as She thrust particularly hard into me. "I asked you a question slut, do you love getting your pussy fucked?" In between moans and squeals of ecstasy i managed to gasp, "i love Your cock Miss Kate, i love having my pussy filled with Your big cock Miss Kate!" She kept a firm grasp on my hair, driving Her cock into me ferociously now. "I bet if i allowed it you'd have a cock in you all the time wouldn't you? you're probably drooling at the thought of a nice hot shaft in your mouth right now, aren't you sissy?" Still deep in the throes of lustful bliss i cried out, "yes Miss Kate! oh god i crave cock all the time Miss Kate!" Mistress picked up the pace, now pounding me hard and fast, yanking my hair each time She thrust inside me until suddenly She pulled out, leaving me feeling so empty. i heard a pitiful whimper, then quickly realized it was me, distraught at the lack of Mistress's cock inside me. She released my hair, dropping me, panting, back to all fours. "Go clean up so W/we can get you pretty for our night out, sissy." "Yes Miss Kate." i wobbled on shaky legs to the bathroom and cleaned myself up before hurrying back to Mistress's side. She was busy going through the bag i had brought, deciding what i would wear tonight. "Oh how deliciously slutty," She remarked as She set aside my shortest denim skirt, which came almost to mid thigh if that far. Not far behind the skirt was my cute lacy pink floral tank, and a white cami and bra to go underneath, followed by my 6 inch fuchsia open toed strappy heels. "Perfect sissy, time to get you made up then." i've grown pretty good by this time at doing my own make up, but i absolutely adore having it done by Miss Kate. Plus, She seems to enjoy it, and She does a much better job than i, so it works out for E/everyone when Mistress makes me up. She applies my foundation, then a light coat of sparkly white eyeshadow, before laying on the amazingly cute glittery pink eyeshadow, followed by just a bit of eyeliner on my upper and lower lids. my lashes are made elegant and beautiful with mascara, then Mistress allows me to apply my super pink lip gloss. i then get dressed quickly and throw on my blonde curly pig tailed wig and throw my Victoria's Secret "Pink" purse over my shoulder. Mistress grins at me and compliments me. "you're such a cute slut, sissy." i beam happily, "thank You Miss Kate!" and bob as good a curtsey as i can manage in such a tight mini skirt. "Off W/we go then sissy." As i drive to O/our destination, i discover much to my delight that it is in fact my favorite bar, which is gay and trans-gender friendly. As my smile grows Mistress comments that She figured i'd be happy about this. W/we make our way into the bar and i purchase a couple drinks for U/us. my favorite Britney song comes on and Mistress then drags me onto the dance floor. i'm a terrible dancer, but i try and Mistress tries to coach me, as She always does. Midway through the song a handsome man starts dancing with U/us too, grinding into me as Miss Kate guides me from behind. i can feel His hard cock rubbing against me through His pants, and feel my own clitty starting to grow, though it's tucked safely in my panties to avoid an ugly boyish bulge in my skirt. Miss Kate starts yelling something at the Man to be heard over the music, somehow i can't make out what She's saying though, nor can i make out His response. As soon as the song ends Miss Kate grabs my hand and leads me upstairs to a table in the corner, still overlooking the dance floor. O/our new friend is right behind U/us. Mistress leans in close to me and whispers, "this is Master Fred sissy, a Friend of Mine. He likes girls like you, and is eager to see how apt a cock sucker you are. He's going to find out now, underneath the table NOW sissy." i stand there dumbfounded for a moment until Mistress slaps me hard on the ass. i then scurry underneath the table and kneel between Master Fred's open legs. i see His hand reach down to tap His crotch a couple times before He pulls it back over the table. i know what is expected of me, and i would just die if i disappointed Miss Kate or made Her look bad in front of Her Friend. Not to mention i was REALLY craving a nice warm cock in my mouth anyway! i reached up and unbuttoned Master Fred's pants, unzipped them, and found a tasty hard cock popping out in front of me. i lean in and flick my tongue out to lick the head, getting a taste of Master Fred's delicious pre-cum. Unable to hold back after that i slide my glossy lips over His cock and pull it into my mouth and as deep as i can into my throat. Up and down i drag my eager lips across Master Fred's cock, knowing i'm doing at least an adequate job by the fact that His cock remains stiff and twitches occasionally in my mouth, as i can only hear loud dance music and the murmur of voices around me. i pay special attention to roll my tongue around the tip of His cock as my mouth slides back to His head before diving back down. Doing my best to be all the slut i can be for Mistress, i work Master Fred's cock in and out of my mouth, losing track of time, just enjoying myself and knowing that i'm pleasing Miss Kate. Soon enough i feel His cock begin to twitch in my mouth and His legs close around my body as flood of hot salty cum hits the back of my throat. i swallow as best i can, but feel a little trickle out the corners of my mouth and run down my chin. Despite the fact that Master Fred has obviously finished, i continue to nurse His cock, drinking down all i can get until i feel a hand swatting my ass. i crawl out from underneath the table and reach up to wipe my mouth, but Miss Kate grabs my hand. "Leave it sissy. It's your badge of slutty honor," She yells to me. i notice a couple heads turn to glance in O/our direction, and feel my cheeks warm with a blush as i'm certain at least a few of the bars patrons have an idea now of exactly what i've been doing in this dim corner. "you may sit sissy." i plop down on a chair and glance quickly at Master Fred, seeing a very satisfied expression on His face. i allow myself a quick smile to myself, fairly certain i performed well for Master Fred, and most importantly my wonderful Mistress. i only wonder if there is more in store after W/we leave the bar.... Bar Tails [A heart-felt thanks to Marc-1 for all the encouragement over the years in many ways and to Marc-2 who inspired this story and who I hope gets what he's looking for.] * * * "Sure." That's all I said, but you can't believe all I had wrapped into that one syllable. There were literally years of my looking, almost desperately at times, for the right, safe situation for this to happen, and now it was about to. When he asked, my emotions were simultaneously terror of Murphy's Law and exhilaration like I was sitting on a missile. The latter easily took over the former, though. I tried to hide all this with a nonchalant smile and even in this alternative word I chose for "please - yes – please." His just got a huge smile on his face in return. Somehow in the conversation leading up to this, after the three martinis -- four, I forget, I let it slip how I've been wanting more and more to try getting it on with a guy. I told about how I tried out a little mutual jacking off and even oral once in college, but nothing since. He said he had too, and we laughed and agreed that any guy who denies doing at least that much is a fucking liar. I told him about this gnawing desire, but the more it increased, the more there seemed to always be some reason why I can't, even when there's clearly a two-way connection. Becoming more reflective and analytical about it I even said, sort of defensively: "look, you see me. I'm not that bad looking. I'm a reasonably well built, six foot married white dude with normal hardware below. I still turn a head or two – women and men. Since I took care of my face, you even guessed me to be 8 years younger than I am." He just agreed and meant it. He had this demur, I don't know, somber personality; not rude or anything. It's more of a peaceful confidence, and believe me, he has plenty to be confident about. Even at our age north of 40, he's fucking model material. I think he looked a lot younger because his blond hair hung down over his forehead to his eyebrows. He wore that slightly unshaven look. His eyes were almost navy blue. Even though we were still in our suits from work you could see great things in that body, particularly that ass when he bent over sideways to pick up something off the floor. I wish you could've seen it. It fit his frame; attached high on his back; and protruded round and muscular from his thighs. When he sat back up, you could see his dick rolling around. I don't think I could've dreamed up a much better looking dude to do this with. Anyway, we ended up at the bar together by luck – accident -- whatever. I was there because I was rotating off the board of that professional group, and he was coming onto the board. I hadn't seen him for years and really didn't know him that well, although I remembered the body. Anyway, I'd had enough of this group and was sort of pissed that I had to be there. I go to this meeting room off the hotel dining room, and there are 103 people chasing 100 chairs. I decided to go take a leak and think about whether I could just bolt. When I came out of the men's room we ran into each other and said hello. He was pissed too about having come into town, paid for a hotel room and now had no place to sit. You know me, liquor and sex -- or the lack the latter -- rule my life. I spotted the bar just on the corner of the meeting space and suggested we go sit there, ostensibly to listen to the meeting program at a distance. I don't think we ever heard a word of it. You know how you feel that unspoken connection with another guy and know what you're both thinking and wishing for. I felt it right away with him, even before the first drink kicked in. We talked about stuff, emphasizing some point of the conversation by a light tap on the leg or squeeze of the arm. Eventually, our legs made contact below the bar. It was too dark in the bar for anybody to really see any of this, and I was turned on as hell. Both of us kept returning the conversation to sex, and eventually he leaned in at one point so our arms were touching too and told me about this smoking hot, college-aged parking valet he'd seen earlier giving him the eye. As he described the young stud, you could see the lust growing in his face and hear it in his voice as he was reliving the moment in his head. I looked down, and he had a major boner, and that started giving me one too. He had to talk a big gulp of his 'tini to regain composure. He saw that I saw his boner as he did and said, "sorry," but then crossed his legs so I got a better view. I said: "no problem, I've got one too," and leaned back so he could see it. And that's when he leaned back in, looked me hard in the eye and wondered if I'd like to come up to his room. He paid the bill while we recomposed ourselves, and we went straight for the elevators. I went in the elevator first while he held the door. As the door closed, he invaded my personal space, without touching, as some sort of man-taunt. I enjoyed it. When we got to his room, his first two door key swipes came up red. I remember our breathing was getting pretty heavy, especially at the frustration of possibly having to get another key. When the door finally opened, we both almost fell in. He pushed it shut and me by the shoulders against the wall. That's when I got my first kiss from a guy: his face into mine, both our mouths wide open with tongues moving; the scent of another person; his face stubble. It was a forceful exchange by men with our lips and tongues going all over. We were panting through our noses, if that makes sense. He broke it off so he could go take a leak, and we frantically took off our coats and ties and kicked off our shoes. He went into the bathroom and took off his shirt, and I did too. While he was pissing, I pulled up beside him and pissed too. When we had both finished, we took each other's dick in our hands while we stroked them back hard just standing there kissing. We walked out to the bedroom with our hard dicks sticking through the zippers. He sat on the edge of the bed, pulled me closer and started sucking my member hard. Damn he was good. He went slowly down, all the way until his nose brushed my pubes, and then slowly back out. After a few minutes of this it was my turn. I dropped to my knees, spread his legs wide and starting slowly stroking and blowing him. While I was sucking he pulled off his undershirt and then mine, and pulled me back to my feet. Once I stood he pulled me back onto the bed. He leaned over and unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants and underwear down past my ass. As I lifted, his hands rubbed slowly down my ass. He did the same for his, and I remember my dick standing vertical while his curved upward some and slapped his abdomen. By then I could really smell that man scent of hot meat from us both, and it was driving wild. He rolled on top of me and kissed me deeply. When he did, my hips sort of involuntarily jerked up, and he started grinding his dick back against me in response. All the deep guy-kissing, his warm body on top of my mine while I rubbed his back and ass, with our throbbing cocks rubbing together was all fucking awesome. We broke off the kisses to gasp for air. I turned my head to the side while he tongued my neck and in my ear. As I did, I saw in the mirror just exactly what I've craved so long, me and another guy locked in unromantic, uninhibited, unbridled buck rutting. Our suit pants, which we'd been wearing all day in public now pushed down to expose our asses, contrasted against the raw man features of stubbled faces, armpits, muscular man asses and male torsos grinding on each other. He looked into the mirror too and pushed his torso up on his arms. This arched his back so his ass became more vertical and rounded, and we could see our rock hard dicks sliding together on planes of blonde and brown pubes and streaks of glistening pre-cum. We both glared together at this gyrating cock and ass, man-on-man, live, XXX-porn show we were creating together. As I watched us, my only conscious thought was to not come yet. Neither of us could hold out much longer. As we started kissing again, he rolled onto his back and pulled off his pants; so did I. The feel of my nakedness touching another naked man was spectacular. He reversed himself on the bed, and we went down in a "69." We jacked, sucked dicks and nuts, licked, nibbled and sucked some more. We used every trick we knew or had ever wanted to try. It soon must have been too much for him. He pushed me aside and started wildly pumping his dick while arching his head upward with his mouth wide open and tongue out, like a target. His first cum missile missed and hit his cheek, but some of the second load hit his mouth. The rest gushed all over his chin, chest, dick, blonde pubes and hand. The waft of hot jiz smell hit my nose while I was jerking and watching all this just inches away, and I told him I was coming. He leaned over started fucking my dick with his face while I reached in and hugged his leg. My huge load started blowing into the back of his throat, and he gagged some but kept sucking. I even tasted some of his fresh cum, and then some of mine too as we kissed. We lied there a long time in the afterglow, just kissing around the face and neck and slowly rubbing our hands over each other's bodies, feeling really satisfied. What can I say except it was fucking awesome? * * * After listening raptly to the whole story without interrupting, Mark just looked at me for a minute, then said: "Jeeeeesus, that's some story." I responded with a little laugh and grin and picked up my empty glass to munch on an ice cube. The bar tender came back by and asked: "another round for you guys?" I replied, "absolutely." Mark asked me: "so you went home then." "Nope," I said. "We went for round two, and it was even better." [end Chapter 1]