The Man Cave

I couldn't believe that I was actually going to go through with this. "This is stupid."

"Yeah," Rob said, smiling his best shit-eating grin. "But a bet is a bet."

I sighed. "Whatever. Let's get this over with." We were standing outside the Man Cave, the local gay bar. Usually, I wouldn't be caught dead even walking past the place, but I'd foolishly bet my best friend that my team, the Bay City Pirates, would beat his team, the Delaware Destroyers. Of course, my team lost. Badly.

"So you know what you have to do, right?" Rob knew I knew exactly what he wanted.

"Yep, at least half an hour and I have to sign my name and date on the bathroom wall," I replied, brandishing the Sharpie I was carrying like a sword.

"And take a pic," Rob added. "If I don't see a picture, it didn't happen."

"You could always go in and look for yourself," I said, smiling sarcastically.

Rob laughed. "Yeah, no. Now, go in there, stud." He set his phone to count down thirty minutes, then headed across the street to the coffee shop, laughing all the way.

Nervously, I approached the entrance, where I had to prove that, yes, I was twenty-one. The guy sitting at the door very obviously gave me the once-over, taking my hand in his and stamping it, letting the bartender know that I was clear.

I looked at the purple umbrella that now adorned the back of my left hand. Images of being burned at the stake for bearing the devil's mark flitted through my brain as I made my way inside.

Heads turned my way as soon as I crossed the threshold. Making my way to the bar, I sat down and ordered a beer, doing my best to avoid any eye contact.

After a while, I did look around a bit. The Man Cave reminded me of any other bar I'd been in, except for no women. Well, a few men were dressed up as women, but that didn't count, in my mind. "Thank God Rob didn't make that part of the bet," I thought.

After two beers, it was getting close to the time I had to sign my name to prove myself. Plus, I had to piss, anyway.

Making my way to the back where the sign indicated the restrooms were, I tried the first door marked "MEN". It was locked, so I glanced at the second door right next to it. Someone had marked out the "WO" on the sign. Shrugging, I tried the door and it opened up. Quickly, I entered and locked the door behind me.

The walls were covered in graffiti, most of them obscene. There were two dispensers on the wall: one for tampons and the other for condoms. The stench of urine, stale beer, and bleach assaulted my nose, causing me to pause momentarily as I tried to get used to the smell.

What caught my eye the most was the hole in the wall with the words "Open Wide!" written above it. I could hear the sound of a guy pissing in the other room. Gulping, I quickly unzipped, pulling my dick out so that I could piss, too.

Finishing up as quickly as I could, I pulled out the marker and wrote my first name and date on a clear spot, then took a picture of my signature, proving to Rob that I actually did it.

Just as I was about to leave, the dick appeared through the hole in the wall.

It was semi-hard and belonged to an African-American and I could see that his dick was bigger than mine. I was about to open the door and run out, but something stayed my hand. This might be the one chance to fulfill a secret desire of mine. No one knew me here. No one would ever know that I sucked a dick just like in my fantasies.

Quickly deciding, I knelt and grasped the penis in my hand. It was the first time that I'd ever touched another man's member. Before I could chicken out, I opened my mouth and inserted the hardening penis.

The acrid taste of piss hit my tongue as I ran it around the tip of his dick. I could hear a moan from the guy as I began to bob my head back and forth while jacking him off with my right hand, simultaneously rubbing my crotch with my left.

Soon, I could feel his dick twitching. I panicked for a moment, not knowing what to do if he came. I didn't want his cum all over me so I decided to swallow it. It was as if my thoughts triggered his orgasm. His dick gave a savage lurch and hot, salty cum filled my mouth.

I gagged a bit on his semen as I did my best to gulp it down as quickly as I could. When it finally stopped shooting into my mouth, the guy pulled out. "Nice job, bitch." he said, then left.

I was sitting on the bathroom floor, taking in huge lungfuls of air, trying to cope with what I'd just done. I had just sucked a stranger off in a gay bar's bathroom. My penis was hard as a rock, so I quickly unzipped my pants and pulled it out, wanting to jack off and relieve the pressure that had built up.

Just as I was about to start, the door to the other bathroom opened and another dick was unceremoniously shoved through the hole in the wall. This one belonged to a white guy, and while he wasn't as big as the first one, it was still impressive.

I figured, "What the hell. Two birds, one stone." Smiling, I kissed the head of his penis, then wrapped my lips around it, swirling my tongue around his shaft, all the while stroking my penis.

I did my best to prolong the pleasure, wanting to savor the experience, but, with all that had happened, I too quickly shot my load all over the bathroom floor. My mind blanked for a moment as I continued to bob my head on the dick in my mouth. I didn't even realize that he was cumming until it was too late.

Cum shot out of my nose, dripping onto my jeans and mixing with the spooge that was already on the floor. Another blast shot out. This time, I was ready and swallowed it down. The poor guy must have not cum in a while because a couple of more shots fill my mouth.

He left his dick in my mouth for a few more seconds as cum leaked from the tip, then quickly withdrew it. I heard him zip up and leave. Coming to my senses and not wanting to suck another dick, I quickly cleaned up the mess he and I had made, trying to get the spots of semen off my jeans. After washing my hands and gargling with water, I exited the bathroom and the bar, not even catching anyone's eyes. I heard a dude wolf whistle as I walked past, but I didn't care.

Rob was across the street, sitting on a bench. As soon as he saw me exit, he walked over, his hands in his pockets, smiling. "Damn dude, you were in there so long I thought that I was going to have to call the cops," he said, laughingly.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," I replied, pulling out my phone. "Here's the fucking picture."

"Okay, you did it. Congrats."

"Fine," I said a bit testily. "Can we go now?"

"Sure," Rob replied. "Unless you want to go back in. I flipped him off. He laughed.

We hopped into his car and he drove me back to my apartment. "Thanks, bro," I said when I gripped his hand in an arm wrestling-style handshake. Just as I was about to leave, I noticed it. It looked like Rob had done his best to remove it, but it was still there, faded but unmistakable.

In the dim glow of the streetlight, I could see the faint image of a purple umbrella on the back of Rob's hand.