Raining, wet droplets run down my face as I swing open the door to Mel's Bar and Lounge. Signaling for the bartender to get me my usual rum and coke, I fall into my favorite back corner chair collecting a handful of napkins to wipe the rain, sweat mixture from my brow. Pulling up some chairs for when my friend group shows up, I ask around at other tables for their empty chairs. Brushing my short green hair from my face, I sit down right before the bartender walks from behind the bar with my drink.
"Hey, Mel. Working hard or hardly working?" I say, smirking.
"Hey, Dannie. You know how I much I lovvvee your humor.." Mel says, rolling her eyes and putting a hand on her hip.
Flipping through my wallet, I procure a folded ten dollar bill and hand it to her before locking my hand into hers and pulling Mel into my lap.
"DANNIE" She hisses through gritted teeth as she finds her footing and stands.
"Come on, Mel. What crawled up your ass? Relax." I say, standing to reclaim her hand, leading her into a spin that lands her back in my arms.
Exhaling, Mel sinks into me, " Sorry D. It's just been a long day."
Stepping left and right, Mel follows my lead as I spin her back around so she is facing me
"Well I hope you're ready for the whole squad to get here, because they are 10 minutes out. I know.. I know. You wanted another group in here tonight causing problems.. But you know you'd miss us if we stopped coming."
Laughing, she says, "Something like that. I appreciate the dance, but I've got to get back behind the bar. Brittney didn't show up for her shift so I'm running things solo today.."
Kissing Mel on the cheek, I led her back to the bar, before checking the group chat to read the latest dating drama. Leaning against the bar as I scroll, I read message after message of queer dating nonsense, thinking about how nice it is to be able to hear about drama but not be a direct part of it. Which is why I have stayed away from the dating scene all together.
Locking my phone before pocketing it, I brush past a cute red head on my way to my table. A passive,
Excuse me-,
passing my lips before continuing on.
Bored, my phone is in my hand again. As I open my web browser to google the release date on a new queer movie I just heard about, when my face flushes. My recent midnight search still open in google... Laying my phone screen down on the table and straightening my back I compose myself, scanning the tables around me for anyone who may have seen. Lifting my phone with slow intent, I read the search bar over in my head.
Big cocked man ruins pussy.
My finger rubbing the edge of my phone case a little too hard, as I close the tab. Staring at the blank screen, I remember myself with my magic wand.. Rubbing the head of the wand into my mound while stroking the length of the wand like it's my cock and imagining myself as the guy in the porn on my screen. Cumming so hard to the idea of burying my imaginary cock inside of her and filling her with my cum..
Blinking to regain my focus, my friends enter the door of the bar. Filling the table, ordering drinks, drama, chatting... it all goes by in a blur as I feel the odd sensation I felt last night. The feeling of fullness between my legs. The feeling of having something pressing against my jeans.. that isn't there.
Leaving the bar with my friends, I feigned to have misplaced my keys until they all drove off, so that I could walk back into the bar.. But with one small difference. Getting into my car I stare at the brown paper bag on the passenger floor board. A plastic flesh tone packer still in the packaging inside. Before I can overthink it, I rip the packaging open and unbuckle my pants only a street light half a block away providing the faint glow I need to position it in my boxers.
Taking the small, pliable dick into my hand, I'm filled with a sensation of guilt but can't get over how good I feel. How good I feel in my hand. Closing my eyes and tilting my head back I stroke myself, knowing I wont get hard- I can't- but feeling that fullness grow between my legs until I almost feel a swelling under the pressure of my stroking palm. The porn coming to mind again, I imagine the small built girl's mouth around my tip, sucking and teasing me. Knowing this is wrong and I'm in my car on a public street somehow only adds to my arousal. Thinking about her crawling onto my lap and riding me as I thrust my hips, my car filled with the moans escaping my parted lips. Cumming so hard, imagining shooting my cum all over my lap, I open my eyes, pissed, before remembering I can't do that. There's no mess. No girl. Just me with my hand on..
Buckling my pants with a hast only known to those who have committed a fun crime, I get out of my car and head back to the bar. Looking around and then quickly down at my jeans over and over again before I decide I'm confident with the placement.
Sliding into a seat at the bar, I tell Mel to give me a shot, "Actually make it two."
Mel comes over with four shots, "two for you. Two for us. Dannie, meet my new bartender, Jess."
Looking past Mel, I nod hello at the new face. "Nice to meet you, Jess," before slamming one shot after the other.
Liquid courage flowing through me, I sink into the idea of being perceived as a guy, leaning into how fucking awesome that feels before hitting on a couple girls sitting in a group by me. I introduce myself and I think I'm almost passing, before I stand slightly- readjusting- and the bulge in my jeans causes a confused look on the girls faces. The conversation comes to a swift end.
I've never had trouble with women, but it would seem I'm going to face new issues with my recent.. Developments..
Deciding to just get plastered and go home I order two new shots from the new girl, Jess.
Sliding the shots towards me Jess says, " It would appear you don't get shot down a lot. Must be so hard for a guy like you."
A Guy like me..
God why does it have to feel so good to hear?
Deciding to bury the feeling so that another weird conversation doesn't ensue, I say " Something like that."
Taking my time this round, shooting one then pausing. "Do you mind giving me a rum and coke as a chaser?"
Jess laughs, "As a chaser...? Sure."
She is cute,, with her cut of denim shorts and her breasts overflowing her tank top with her push up bra doing everything it was meant to do.. Belt buckle shining in the light, drawing my eyes to what may be below her waist..