This definitely wasn't my ideal Saturday night. Here I was sitting alone at the only gay bar in town. This wasn't the usual type of bar I would go to. I was more into the club scene, and dancing with guys closer to my age. That was back in my hometown, where I knew the local scene.
This was more of an 'average Joe' type bar. Most of the guys were heavyset, and smelled like sweat. I was one of the few guys in here wearing a shirt. You could smell the sweat wafting from dance floor all the way to the bar. The bar was dirty everywhere, and your feet would almost stick to the floor.
I only found out about this place after reading some online forums. It was an online gay forum where (mostly married) men chatted with each other. This bar was such a secret place, that the only entrance was the through the back alley. The online forum made it clear that it was mostly married men or bisexual guys who came here.
My family had no idea that I was into guys. They always teased me about girls, and my mom wondered why her handsome blue-eyed college senior couldn't' get a girl. I completely lied to my Step-dad and mom about where I was tonight. Our family was in town for my sister's wedding, and we decided to stay a few extra days. After the third night of doing nothing at my cousin's house, I badly needed to get out. I lied, and told my parents I was off visiting some college buddies.
The third glass of whiskey started to numb me. I started to become numb to my new surroundings. I was probably the only guy under forty, and under two-hundred pounds. I was kind of jealous how happy the shirtless guys were dancing into the night. Here I was drinking alone, doing my best not to be noticed.
Or at least I thought I wasn't being noticed.
I took a quick look around the dimly lit bar, and nearly shattered my glass! There he was dancing away near the jukebox. It was hard not to recognize that massive black Texan hat. He swayed back and forth to the music, while he slowly sipped a cold beer. Like most of the guys around the dance floor, he was shirtless. Even from across the bar, I could see beads of sweat dripping from his hairy chest all the way down to his big brass belt buckle. I had no clue what his name was, I decided to nickname him 'The Texan'.
Two nights earlier he was sitting at my sister's wedding. He was sitting in one of the front rows, holding hands with his wife. The only reason I remembered him was because his massive hat was blocking my view. I wondered if his wife knew what he was up to.
He was probably a distant cousin on my step-dad's side. I couldn't really place who he was. I faced the bar and finished my drink, hoping he wouldn't recognize me. I took another peek at him as I sipped on my fourth drink. I'm not sure I couldn't stop staring at him. Something about the way he looked so manly was turning me on. I shrugged my shoulders and continued drinking, I was way to scare to approach him.
The drink went through me so quickly, that I couldn't hold it any longer. I stood up and headed off to the washroom, hoping he wouldn't recognize me.
I sighed heavily as I undid my zipper. I took a deep breath, and started to pee. A deep manly voice rang out just under my ear. I quickly glanced to the side at the massive guy with the big Texan hat.
"That's a nice cock you've got there"
I turned beet red and tried to finish peeing. I barely noticed that my cock was dangling all the way out of my pants. It usually hung down a bit. I wasn't super thick, but I was definitely long. Beads of sweat poured down from his rugged face as he reached over and placed his hand on my exposed cock.
"Don't be nervous, I'll be gentle" he whispered in my ear.
I swelled up between his sweaty fingers, and started moaning softly to his perfect technique.
He started to go a little bit faster. He smiled at me as I grew completely hard. He thumbed my erect tip, and kissed the side of neck as he stroked me. I started to get weak at the knees, and nearly fell forward onto the urinal.
We were interrupted by someone opening the bathroom door. I recognized him from the bar where I was sitting earlier. He was sitting alone at the other side of the bar, facing the dance floor. He was probably one of the oldest guys in the bar, and was enjoying gawking at the half-naked men sweating away on the dance floor. At least he was completely oblivious to what we were doing seconds earlier.
He walked past us and went inside a stall to do his business.
The Texan reached under his belt, and undid his gold jean zipper. He smiled at me, catching me staring. His other hand caressed me, while he pulled out the thickest and juiciest cock I'd ever seen. His massive circumcised tip barely pushed through his tight jean zipper.
He took my hand and guiding me while he peed. I could feel the pee gushing through him as I did my best to wrap my little fingers around him. He kissed the side of my neck again, and we stroked him together until he became harder. He pulled his zipper all the way down, and smiled at me as I marveled at his massive engorged member.
He undid his belt and placed his balls in his hand. I stroked him faster while his massive sweaty balls smacked against my hand. His cock was so warm and sweaty in my hand. Just as I started to go a bit faster, we heard the stall open up. We both pretended to finish peeing, while stealing peeks at each other's erect cocks.
Realizing we might get caught, we both did up our pants. I headed back to the bar, doing my best to hide my throbbing erection. The smell of his sweaty crotch was still all over my shaking hands. I ordered another whiskey and tried to pretend it didn't happen. This time I spilled my drink all over the bar.
"I didn't mean to startle you!" He said, jokingly.
He sat down and ordered a replacement drink for me. He was sitting so close I could smell the sweat coming off his bare chest.
We were almost exact opposites. He was probably in his mid-fifties. He had thick brown hair on his chest, and probably weighed almost two-hundred-fifty pounds. He looked like he hadn't showered or shaved in a month. I was a young blue-eyed college senior. I was dressed nice and clean shaven everywhere. I worked out a few times a week, but never seemed to put on much muscle.
We spent the next few hours side by side. I realized that there was something about him. Maybe it was the manly smells coming from him. Or maybe it was because he was a surprisingly good listener. Or maybe it was because it was very dark in the bar, and he was gently stroking me under the bar counter as we talked. Either way, I had to remind myself not to fall in love. I knew he had a wife and kids waiting for him. I knew we were just having fun. I couldn't help that I was slowly becoming more and more attracted to him. I had never been with a guy this big or this old, but something about him was getting me hard.
He stopped stroking me and undid his pants. I still couldn't believe how big he was. I stopped stroking him, and reached for his balls. I squeezed them a bit too hard, making him jump a little. I let go of him, and wrapped my hand around his massive tip again. He sipped a double shot of whiskey, as a small stream of pre-cum slid down my hand.
The music paused for a bit, and some of the sweaty half-naked men started coming up to the bar. None of them had a clue what was going on inches away from them. We stopped what we were doing and continued drinking. I really wanted to make him finish, I could feel his warm pre-cum dripping down my hand.
My worst nightmare came true, but I couldn't refuse him. He just bought me round after round of expensive whiskey. He grabbed my hand and coaxed me to the busy dance floor. I was so worried someone would see me and tell my parents. At least I knew the Texan wouldn't run his mouth to anyone. I forgot all about who I was hiding from as we slow danced to the soft 90's rock.
He took my hand and guided me to the back corner of the bar. We rocked back and forth to the music. His body came so close to mine that his chest left sweat marks on my brand new shirt. We could feel each other's rock hard cocks pushing together as we grinded against each other. He grabbed my waist and leaned it close to me. I could feel his warm breath on the side of face.
Then it happened, he leaned it and gave me a small peck on my lips. It was just a soft gentle kiss on the lips.
His soft kiss quickly turned into passionate making out. He let go of my waist, and held my butt tight against his body. As our tongues intermingled in each other's mouths, he squeezed my butt harder. I let out a soft moan as he reached inside my jeans, and gently slid his finger inside my hole. He stopped kissing me, and turned his back against one of the walls of the bar. I couldn't believe what happened next!
He reached down and undid his big gold belt buckle. He undid his jean button all the way, and dropped his pants. His jeans fell down over his big leather cowboy boots. He smiled at me as he held his cock in place.
With his other hand, he grabbed the top of my head and pushed me down to the floor. I hesitated for a second, but the massive cock dangling between his big burly legs begged for my attention. He stroked himself back and forth, as my knees pressed hard against the dirty floor, I was under his spell. I couldn't believe I was about to do this, right here in front of everyone!
He teased his cock against my lips, and brushed it back and forth against my lips. Some of the guys stopped dancing and turned around to watch us. He grabbed my curly hair, and smiled down at me. He rocked his hips back and forth to the music, and continued teasing me. His massive swollen balls pressed against my chin, as he pinched my nose shut and pushed his massive cock inside my mouth.
The guys that were watching us came a little bit closer. It was only getting both of us more excited. I could barely breathe as he swelled up inside my mouth. Beads of sweat dripped from his body onto my face. He let go of my nose, and pulled his cock in and out of my mouth. I went faster and faster, doing my best not to choke. He pulled it of mouth, and smacked his fully erect cock on the side of my face. He smiled down at me, as I begged to suck on it again. A few of the guys around us took their cocks out and started stroking themselves. I finally caught his cock and wrapped my lips around him.
He grabbed the back of my head hard with both hands, and pushed his cock as deep as he could into my mouth. His massive swollen balls pushed against my lips, as I choked hard on him. He suddenly stopped moving, and started shaking all over. Beads of sweat dripped from him as he gushed all over the inside of my mouth. He let go of my head, and slowly pulled his cock out. A mix of my saliva and his cum spilled all over his jeans. Some of it even landed on the tip of his boots. As I caught my breath, he held his balls with one hand and stroked himself with the other. He got his thick second load all over my young smooth face. Some of it even shot up inside my hair, and hit my eyebrow. I was about to get up, but two beefy guys stood above me.
They took turns pushing their hard cocks in and out of my sore mouth. They weren't nearly as thick or as wide as the Texan was. I was easily able to handle them, and did my best to get them in my mouth. They took turns slamming their cocks deeper and deeper in my mouth, as they made out passionately above me. I didn't get a good look at them, but I didn't care. It was about their smooth cocks gliding in and out of my mouth.
The Texan gently caressed my hair as they were somehow able to squeeze both their meaty cocks inside my mouth. I wrapped my lips tight around both of them, as they rocked back and forth in my mouth. They went back to taking turns, gliding their saliva soaked cocks in my mouth. They both pulled out of my mouth and stroked each other above me. They suddenly stopped and pushed back in my mouth. My face turned beet red as I gagged both of them again. Suddenly, they pulled out of my mouth. They jerked each other off, and shot their loads all over my face. I couldn't believe what a slut I was! My throat, face and even hair was covered with cum.
