The Interview

After having given my first blowjob in a pub bathroom, I prepare myself for a job interview with the same guy.

The next day I woke quite tired, the night having been spent in a state of high arousal, reliving the whole encounter, so confused, and so far from coming to terms with what I actually am. I was starting to understand what it was that I loved about the situation. I loved feeling him in my mouth, clearly, but what was really making me rock hard all night was the flirting, in specific his desire for me and knowing I was making him feel pleasure, giving myself over to him, that feeling of him climaxing in my mouth, and Knowing I'd given him the orgasm. Me, never been with a guy before, pleasing a guy who'd probably buried his cock in the mouths of far more experienced guys than me. It was hard to get to grips with at the time but in hindsight knowing what I know now it's obvious, what I love above all else is being used for the pleasure of others, like a cheap little slut to be used and discarded. At tat time however I had no idea of this, I just knew that it was really hot, and that went against everything my small town upbringing had ingrained into me.

I don't really know what I was expecting to happen at the interview, But I was rock hard the whole time I was getting ready -- the fantasist part of me was thinking I'd get there and be straight on me knees.... The part of me that couldn't accept I wanted cock was fighting with me not to go, but the raging horn inside my easily overpowered that. In the end it turned out to be just an interview.

The bar was on Canal Street, and even naïve 18-year-old me, knew this was the gay village. As I walked along the street, I noted the all the bars, all flying rainbow flags. It finally struck me that this was the code for 'gay'. In the modern world it probably seems ridiculous, but late 90's if nobody told you, you didn't know, especially If you'd been tightly sealed in the closet your whole life. I arrived at the bar and knocked the door, it looked completely dark and empty, but it was the right place. I heard a bolt slide down with a "thunk," and the door opened.

"Hi," chirped the good looking, suited, twenty something guy who opened it.

"I'm here for erm... the...." I stuttered back, suddenly unable to speak, or think for that matter!

"Interviews?" he interrupted with a friendly chuckle. I nodded and smiled, grateful for his interjection. The nerves had suddenly appeared the second I knocked the door, and I wasn't ready for them.

I entered the bar which smelled of stale smoke and beer, the less glamourous side of the pub industry. I was offered a drink, and sat down at a table. 5 more interviewees turned up, each time the door had to be unlocked and relocked behind them, in case random people wandered in

After about 5 minutes of making small talk with the other candidates, Gary and another, older man come in from a door at the back of the pub.

"Good morning, I'm Gary and I'm the manager here, this is Terry -- He owns the pub and another 2 locally," announced Gary, looking immaculate in his suit. "And I'm sure you've all met Sam, he's the assistant manager," with a nod to the guy who'd opened the door. "There are 2 jobs available which are part time and would particularly suit students. Normal shifts will be 1-2 weekdays and either Friday or Saturday each week. The jobs are term time focussed as we are busier with students. You will be starting today with a team building task," Gary added. His eyes sweeping all 6 of us but seeming to linger on me, although I could have been trying to convince myself of this.

The task was fairly straightforward -- we were split onto 2 teams of 3, given an egg, a couple of sheets of paper, Sellotape, 2 beer mats and scissors. With the Idea being to construct something to protect the egg from a fall. As an engineering student the difficult part was not taking control and ordering the group about, instead I made suggestions with reasoning to convince the others. One of our 3 was Ian he was slightly older, very irritable and extremely hard to work with. The other, James, was really pleasant -- a young student like me but openly gay, which I tried hard not to resent. My background still had its claws in me I was still very much in the closet, even lying to myself about it, and I was jealous of how comfortable he was being himself.

After the first task, Sam came over and took 3 of the guys to speak with Gary and Terry, the irritable one, and 2 from the other team. They had a short chat, collected their belongings and left, the first 'cut', I assumed.

Gary came back to us and said they were going to do personal interviews now and sat us in one corner while they chatted to us individually. The other 2 had their chat and now it was my turn, there was a standard bunch of questions, and I tried to look at all three of them, not just giving my attention to Gary. I could feel Terry's eyes the whole time, he was full of lust for me, I was surprised that this 50+ guy with a bit of a belly leering at me was making me horny... but he was. In hindsight the fact that he just wanted to use me was what was getting me hot under the collar... and his position of authority. Anyway after a fairly laid back chat Sam asked, "When would you be free to start?"

"Anytime really." I replied, thinking how my evenings were mostly free apart from the non-stop socials from uni. I had also noted that they had no need to confer -- so the decision had been made before the interview, most probably on the grounds that I didn't come across as mental in the interview.

"Tonight?" Gary asked, adding, "It is freshers' week: so we're a bit mad at the moment, and It'd be good to get you on the bar for a shift or 2 before the weekend." ( freshers week is 'welcome week' or 'orientation week' in the US, I think,)

"Yeah, I can do tonight, would be good to get stuck in." I replied, hoping beyond hope he'd find some a way to get me somewhere private now that the other candidates had gone.... No such luck.

"Great! We'll see you at 6, black trousers and shoes -- we'll give you a top." Gary chirpec. "Let me let you out."

"Okay, that's great" I replied, trying not to stand to disappointed that 'interview' hadn't been a euphemism.

He walked me to the door, whilst in the entrance he said softly in my ear, "you scrub up well." His finger quickly pressing exactly on my sphincter through my trousers. I was instantly hard, I turned around and he reached past me to the bolt, his face coming towards mine. Our lips connected and I melted into that kiss, feeling his stubble on my face, tongue entering my mouth. I stumbled backwards out the door, onto the street, looking back at Gary, hungry for his cock.

The rest of the day past slowly as I awaited my first shift, the concept of spending the night in the company of gays was too sexy for words. I had to keep telling myself it would be interesting and character building to see it all, my ingrained homophobia still sinking it's teeth in....

When I arrived just before 6, the bar was reasonably busy, a fair few people for a Wednesday night. I went to the bar and told the barman why I was there. A black early 20s guy with a shaved head. "Ooooh, fresh meat," he cooed at me with a wink, wandering through to the back room, before returning and serving a customer.

Gary came through from the back and walked over to me, "hey, great to see you, ready to be dropped in at the deep end?"

"Drop away!" I replied. Following him through to the back.

"I did want to quickly talk about something, while we have a few minutes." Gary said soberly. I nodded in acknowledgement. "I'm not really into erm... relationships, I like the freedom of being single" he added looking straight at me.

"Oh.. er..okay." I was taken aback a little as this was the last thing I expected to be discussing. "I'm not either, I don't even know what or who I am" I responded having caught up with myself. "I do know that I loved what we did yesterday, It was the first time I'd been with a guy and the first time I'd felt cock in my mouth I'd certainly like to explore that further, but a relationship is the furthest thing from my mind. I'm all about the physical." Trying to joke off the end part. I was astounded that he'd even thought about that, but I guess that's been an issue in the past.

"We'll I'm more than happy to help you out there" he responded with a cheeky wink.

"Good," I blushed. Then in a rush of dazed lust, "'cos you seem like a good guy, and I'd really like you to take my virginity," (here and now I wished!). he came fast at me and kissed me hard, pushing me against the wall. The feeling of surrendering myself over to him was amazing. His hand pulled my face onto him and I could feel his hardness against me, I wanted it so bad.

He broke off the kiss and said, "I'd love to do that, can't wait."

"Me either," I breathed, still breathing heavily from kiss and the thought of his hard length entering into me, filling me.

"We better get you dressed for work," he said, all business like, pulling out a box of tee-shirts. All the tees sported the name of the bar on the front and the letter I with a picture of a heart and a picture of a rooster on the back. My closeted denial really struggled with this, what If I was seen? Would they believe that this was just the uniform?... panic started to set in!

Gary passed me a top he thought was the right size. He watched as I took off my top and tried it on. His lusty looks causing my cock to strain against my trousers. Which he made no secret of looking at. "Fuck me I want him" I thought, then "Actually, I want him to fuck me". Grinning to myself at the silly play on words. The top was very tight, it was the nineties -- All I knew was baggy, and this was beyond snug.

"Perfect," Gary said ogling me and making me all the hotter. I was so uncomfortable -- top saying I love cock, so tight I was like a gay icon, but so turned at his admiration. He led me back out to the bar -- sheer panic setting in as I shimmied out into public, arms crossed over the super tight shirt.

The expected "music stopping and everyone turning to laugh," never happened. And by the time I got behind the bar I was starting to relax.

"This is Kamal, the bar supervisor, He'll show you the ropes," he said, introducing me to the black bartender from before.

There were 6 of us on the bar, Kamal; black and good looking with a deep rich voice. Drew, a kind of chubby, nervous not particularly attractive guy. Ramsey a middle eastern guy well built, extremely confident and loud, sporting a goatee. And Camy, who was kind of trans... but not! He had feminine hair, make up and nails etc but wasn't actively presenting as female. Either way he was bloody sexy and flirted with everything that moved!

The night flowed well with Kamal teaching me all the facets of the bar. However, he had a tendency to be right against me while showing me things. It took longer than it should to learn how to use the till, his hot breath on my neck and his body pressing against me caused my focus to evaporate. At one point 2 guys started kissing hot and heavy at the bar, it was a battle to peel my eyes away. It was deliciously sexy and knowing that they were going to go somewhere and fuck soon, was blowing my mind... I wanted it so much.

Once we'd closed the bar we all sat down for a drink, and chatted -- I was very quiet, my mind was blown from the sexually charged night and my burning desire for so many guys. The rest of the team were gonna go to their club which they went to after work a lot, I declined the invitationmy brain having turned to sludge. Gary walked us to the door and as I was about to leave, he stopped me.

"How did you find your first night?" he asked.

"A lot to learn, but I loved it, I feel really at home here," I said earnestly.

"Good" Gary replied warmly, "I saw Kamal getting up close with you, I think you're in there, he's very top. And I saw some lusty looks towards Camy, I think he's more on the bottom side of versatile. Too fem for me, not my thing at all."

"Top? Bottom?" I asked, confused.

"Wow, really? You really don't know?"

"I've only just worked out the rainbow flags," I blushed.

"Well, top means you like to fuck other guys, bottom means you like to be fucked by other guys. Versatile is somewhere in between" he said patiently. "I'm top, what are you?" He added looking into my eyes with those swirling blue whirlpools.

"No idea," barely managing a whispered reply as his face came closer, "but I'd really like you inside me," as his lips met mine. He pushed me back gently, which closed the door, and he slid the bolt upwards. The kiss lingered on, his tongue entering my mouth, the prickles of his stubble against my face. He turned the bar lights off.

"if you're sure, we can go up to my flat." His eyes penetrating my skull....

"I am. I want to feel you inside me. I guess over the bar is a bit ambitious for a first time" I chuckled trying to calm myself. The delicious mix of fear, excitement and sexual tension was overwhelming.

"Naughty boy, I like it, but I think a bed for your first time. I'll certainly have you over the bar later though. I was trembling in anticipation as he led me up the stairs. My underwear had been soaked with precum all night and was now getting far worse. "Well, if you don't know about tops and bottoms I doubt you know about douching," he said warmly.

As we got into his flat, he went into the bedroom and into a drawer, pulling out a rubber bulb. He explained how to use it and sent me to the bathroom. Once I was satisfied That I was done I asked if I could use the shower 'to finish the job'. He started the shower for me and turned around to me stroking my face and pressing his lips to mine, I felt his hands on my belt undoing it, then my trousers, which fell to the floor with a "clunk" from the belt buckle. The kissing continued as he removed my top. He moved downwards, kissing my chest, licking my nipples and pulled my underwear away from my raging hardon. He gently stepped me backwards into the shower, then undressed himself and came in. We soaped and washed each other, rubbing each other's slippery skin, feeling his chest hair run through my fingers. Loving the way his smooth soapy cock felt as I rubbed it backwards and forwards. He slowly got to his knees kissing and nibbling my cock, before devouring my 6inches all the way. I leaned back against the shower enjoying the moment as he slowly worked my cock with his mouth, his hand sliding under my balls. His finger came up towards my hole gently teasing the entrance and just the tip entering. I ground into that lovely finger, but it gripped the skin too tightly and hurt. He took it out stood up and said "come."

We went to the bedroom, he placed 2 pillows in the middle of the bed. "Lie on your stomach over these, it will help". I did as I was instructed -- barely able to breath in anticipation of what was to come. First I felt his hands on my cheeks pushing them apart. Followed by his face in between them. I felt his prickly stubble between my ass cheeks, nearly fainting as his wonderful tongue moved slowly up and down my entrance, all I could do was groan in ecstasy. It entered me a little and my brain melted. I could feel my rock hard cock making the bed beneath me wetter as the precum seemed to flow from me. Then he moved away much to my disappointment. I felt coldness as he applied the lube to my ass, I tried relaxing and "pushing out" which had helped me when I tried fingering myself in the past. His finger circled my hole teasing the opening, I was so desperate to be penetrated I kept letting out little whimpers.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly.

"It's too good, I want you so badly," I blurted between whimpers.

The finger slowly penetrated my body, a "sighing moan" escaped my mouth, and he started gently finger fucking me. the pleasure was unimaginable, all the fantasising and imagining couldn't have even come close. A second finger entered my rosebud, there was more discomfort now, and the stretching feeling was blissfully sore. As the soreness subsided I was left with a content fullness, he started finger fucking me again. My stomach felt soaked with fresh precum, I felt like crying tears of sheer ecstasy, and the fingers continued thrusting into my body.

As the fingers left me I felt empty, like something was missing from me. He kissed his way up my back to me neck and then paused, I felt more lube and heard him coating that beautiful cock. This was it, I'm about to be fucked I was so excited I could have burst. His head pressed gently against my hole as he kissed my neck and I turned for a very awkward kiss, I pushed back against him, and felt his bulbous end enter me. I was stretching so much, unable to tell if the discomfort or pleasure was stronger. The pain subsided and I started pushing towards his cock, he responded and started pushing deeper. I'm not really sure what noises I was making at this point the pleasure was so strong. Then reality smacked me round the face.. "oh, shit Condom!' I exclaimed

"There are some in the bar," he sighed starting to withdraw.

I reached around and pulled him back into me, "Please don't stop" I panted. "Please fuck me. Fuck me I need your cock so badly." I begged.

"Ohhhh," He said, "you are a naughty boy. You want my whole length, like proper little slut?" pushing harder and deeper. "You want me to breed your little fuckhole?"

"yes, yes I want your cum inside me." calling me a slut really hit me, it's exactly what I was, more importantly exactly what I wanted to be.! I want you to fill me like the whore I am," I continued to beg. Is cock so dep in me that I felt his body touching me. He pushed push hard against me going so deep. "Fuck me, fuck me please. I need it" At this point all reason was gone. There was only having that magnificent member pounding my ass. He withdrew almost all the way and pushed back in, the perfect balance of forceful and gentleness for my virgin (no longer) asshole. He applied more lube and started to speed up, I had my hands behind me pulling him into me, then he took my hands and pinned them behind my back, thrusting his manhood into me. I was now completely under his control and at his mercy, delightfully helpless being pounded like a filthy little slut... Heaven

"Fuck me on my back, I want to see the face of the first person to come inside of me." I pleaded.

He quickly pulled out of me and flipped me over kissing me passionately as he pushed straight back int me and resumed fucking me, his strokes more forceful now, I could see the ceiling moving as he pounded into me "yes! that's so good fuck me hard!" I gasped and he pounded into me even harder, it was sore every time he smashed against me, but magnificently sore. His thrusts became fast and he buried his head into my neck, still driving into me, until his thrusts became more definite, slowing down, pumping full of his seed. I could imagine all of that hot cum filing every part of my ass, it was wonderful. He finished and slumped on me panting, still inside me. As he raised his head I whispered "thank you," and kissed him deeply, his soft cock sliding out of me, and his juice sliding around inside me.

He fell asleep almost instantly, I lay awake for a while, kind of spaced out in euphoric bliss, reliving everything whilst feeling his semen slowly seeping out. Eventually I went to the bathroom and cleaned up before laying back down and drifting off. So content, still feeling his cum and my aching hole from the phenomenal fucking I'd just received.