After Hours Fuck-Fest

[Guest faggot hole]

i met a guy online the other day, and after some back and forth chat, we agreed to meet at this quasi-leather bar in the city that night, about 10:00.  The guy showed and we chatted and had a couple of beers and did some flirting, but it became clear after a douple of hours that neither of us was what the other expected.  In the end, he kind of pecked me on the cheek and left for home -- alone.  i ambled over to the bar and started chatting with the cute (well, gorgeous) bartender and time kinda flew.  The bartender, whose name was Bill, but who I naturally addressed as 'Sir', wore the typical leather bar bartender uniform:  shirtless, leather band around one bicep. skin tight leather jeans, spiked, blondish hair, amazing eyes.  As it got toward closing time, he started cleaning up and also started touching me a lot -- squeezing my nips through my tight boi-beater, fondling my ass while he swept the floor, and managing to get a couple fingers up my hole.  Finally it was closing time, and the door was locked.  Then Bill bent me over the bar, ripped off my jeans, and was in me in one thrust -- balls deep.  It was a fucking awesome fuck.  "I been working up to this all night," he commented as he pounded my ass.  

 

And then about six guys materialized out of nowhere.  The cute bar-back, the Hispanic guy who came in every night to clean the toilet, and a few of Bill's friends.  And it was a round-robin at my ass. 

 

When all six had had their way with my cunt, Bill came back for round two.  By this time my hole was well-lubed and Bill was in for a more leisurely fuck.  While he was going at me, the cute bar-back offered my mouth his gorgeous cock, and naturally I couldn't resist.  Like most guys who have worked together over a period of time, the bartender and the bar-back fell into a rhythm that seemed to last forever, and when they came -- each for the second time that night -- they came simultaneously -- huge loads, that I imagined churning and mixing together in my gut. 

 

I had just barely come up for air when two more of the dudes were plugging my holes.  i was so delirious that I couldn't even tell who it was anymore, and truth be told, I don't even know how many loads I eventually took.  It all ended around 4:30 in the morning. 

 

Bartender Bill offered me a ride home since the public transit was not running at that hour.  En-route to my place he suggested I suck his cock while he was driving, and I, of course, immediately bent over, unbuttoned his fly and went to work on his dick.        

[20cmcock]

Fuck. Where's this bar?

[NLbear]

I guess you went back to that bar a few times more? :-)

[whorepig]

yeah think a lot of people will want to to know where this bar is so the can check out the bartender and hopefully end up with the same action

[NLbear]

Keep in mind that faggot hole is only 25.....Maybe the bartender is around the same age and looking for "young meat" :-)