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Hi again, It's Matt. This took place just after Easter when the weather should have been warmer but wasn't.
I was getting used to my evenings at the pub, the Black Swan, and as I trudged through the cold rain I was really looking forward to the excitement of the evening ahead. At least I hoped it would be exciting.
At 25 and 6'2 I could still turn a few heads, as I had found when I had taken refuge in my local for the first time earlier in the year. Now I was a regular and after lots of hot, gay experiences I was just as keen as ever to broaden my sexual horizons. Who knew what tonight would bring.
I pushed open the pub door and was overwhelmed by the warmth as I entered. All the usual noises and smells were there too; man talk, man smell, and beer - lots of beer.
I shucked off my coat and scarf and moved to the bar. There was a roaring fire in the corner.
"It must be Tom on duty tonight," I thought. He was usually responsible for stoking the fire to turn the bar into a sauna. He loved the heat, coming from Porto Rico. Tall and tanned and young and lovely was written for a girl in another place but it could equally apply to Tom. He was hot!
"Hey Tom, not a lot in tonight," I said as I ordered a pint. "And it's fucking hot in here - like a furnace."
"Yeh sorry mate," he replied. "I got a bit carried away with the logs. It'll soon cool down when customers open that door. I can feel the draught over here now," and he shivered as a bloke pushed the door closed as he entered.
"Still, there'll be enough in later. We've got a group of bikers in at 10. They checked ahead to see that we were leather friendly."
"Mm. best get ready for that," I said and Tom winked and pulled at one of his nipples, prominent under his white wife beater T. He made a grimace of false pain as he tweaked again, with an open mouth and just the tip of his tongue licking his top lip. His eyes had narrowed as he moaned gently in supposed ecstasy.
Tom had the most wonderful hairy chest and fit body of all the bar staff and I'd been lucky enough to explore it on several occasions.
"Enough man. You'll get me going if you keep that up," I said as he tugged at his crotch through his tight, low slung jeans.
He came quickly back to the real world as he greeted the new customer and turned to pull him a pint.
"Mmm nice arse," the newby mumbled under his breath and he gave me a bold smile and a wink. I just nodded in agreement and smiled back.
He was about 38/40 and dressed in jeans, t shirt and a well-used black leather jacket. Tufts of dark hair curled over the T that matched his hairy tash.
"He must be with the bikers," I thought to myself as I eyed up his fight butt in worn, torn denim. "Mmm, might catch him later."
He seemed pretty sure of himself and had an aura of confidence. Could be good.
Right now I wanted to loose some clothes to cool down and get more prepared for the night ahead. I wanted a really slutty feel with nothing left to the imagination for later if the rest of the leather guys turned up. I had never experienced rough, tough biker sex and was drooling at the thought of it.
I made my way to the loo and stripped off my jumper, leaving a tight black T that showed off my firm pecs and hard nipples through the fabric. My firm biceps looked good too and I flexed them in the mirror, pleased with what I saw.
"Mm you'll do nicely." All those months at the gym were certainly paying off. Fit, firm and horny was how I liked them and that applied to me as well.
I wanted to discard my briefs to capture more of that slutty feel and couldn't be bothered to get into the cramped cubicle so just unbuttoned my jeans and slipped them off right there at the stalls.
I pulled off my boots and as I was balanced on one foot while trying to escape the leg of my jeans with the other, the door opened and the new guy pushed his way in. It was a tight squeeze and it caused me to overbalance even more and I grabbed hold of his shoulder to keep my balance as I flicked my foot out of my jeans.
He felt very solid and muscular under that heavy black jacket.
"Sorry mate,just wanted to get out of these," I said as I regained my balance and somewhat reluctantly moved my hand off his shoulder.
"It's ok man. What ya done, pissed yourself?"
He was smirking confidently and looking at my hard, hairy legs now just in my red, tight slips, socks and nothing else.
"No mate," I replied tentatively pulling off my Kalvin briefs. "These are just a bit restrictive for what I have in mind for tonight," I mumbled. "Ever felt overdressed? Well I do tonight and a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do."
That sounded so bold for me but it seemed to work and gave me the confidence I didn't really feel.
With that I gave him a wink and made a lunge for his crotch which promised a big prize. He looked well hung and I wanted to check out what he had down there if he was half willing.
Before I had him in my hand he made a grab for my briefs as I tried unsuccessfully to grope him.
"I'll just take care of these for you as you don't seem to want them," he growled and grabbed my brief red pants off me and held them to his face while keeping me at arms length with his other hand.
He inhaled strongly.
"Fuck man, these are sweet."
He took another strong, deep breath and rubbed them over his nose and mouth, sticking out his tongue to lick the fabric.
