I arrived at the bar just before nine the following evening. For a long moment, I sat in my car and stared at the rundown building while trying to calm my jittery nerves. This felt weirdly like a date. Once I'd taken several deep breaths, I got out and looked around. The parking lot had more cars than I would have expected on a Tuesday night. Above me, the sky was clear, with plenty of stars visible despite the building's outside lights. The day had been unseasonably warm for late winter, and I was able to wear a long-sleeved polo shirt, slim-fit jeans, and boots while leaving my coat at home.

As soon as I stepped into the bar, a huge bear of a man approached. He was almost as tall as Troy, and both of his arms were covered with tattoos. "Got your ID?" he demanded.

I was scrabbling for my wallet when I heard Troy's voice, full of amusement. "I'll vouch for this one, Hank."

Lifting my head, my gaze met Troy's, and I couldn't help but grin. Hank looked from Troy to me, his expression one of curiosity. Yet he simply nodded and walked away, taking up his watch near the bar.

Troy stood before me, his eyes bright and his smile warm. "I'm glad you came, Josh."

"I wanted to see you," I revealed quietly. Simply being close to him made my cheeks flush and my dick stir.

He didn't reach for me or give any kind of indication besides his smile that we were involved, but then, I hadn't really expected he would. This was his workplace, after all. Instead, he nodded toward the bar. "Let me buy you a drink."

As Troy led the way, I looked around the place. It was old but clean, and it had numerous tables and booths, along with a pool table. There was a small open area for dancing, and at that moment, a middle-aged couple swayed in time to a song playing from the jukebox. Most of the bar patrons were clustered in small groups, drinking and talking boisterously. Several men surrounded the pool table, holding cues and watching the game unfolding before them.

Once Troy and I reached the bar, I slid onto one of the stools. He remained standing, turning his back to the bar counter in order to keep an eye on the customers. My stare drifted to Hank, and when our eyes met, he gave me a single nod, his face impassive. I couldn't imagine anyone being brave or stupid enough to cause trouble while Troy and Hank were working.

"You ever been here before?" Troy asked me.

"I haven't, actually." I didn't want to admit that before I met him, I'd steered clear of this place due to its reputation for being rough. "It, uh, has a certain ambiance I really like."

That made Troy throw back his head and laugh. "Oh, just wait until around eleven or so, when some of these folks are good and liquored up. Then the ambiance isn't so great."

Before I could respond, one of the bartenders approached. She appeared to be in her late thirties, and her brown hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail. Like Hank, she looked from me to Troy, her eyes filling with mild surprise. "What can I get you?" she asked me.

"Rum and Coke, please."

"I got it, Kayla," Troy told her.

She raised an eyebrow, then fixed her stare on me again. "I take it you're a friend of Troy's?" The way she said the word "friend" loaded it with meaning. I grinned at Troy before nodding. He readily grinned back, and whatever Kayla saw between us made her smile as well. "Your drink's on the house, then," she said to me. When she held out her hand, I gave it a firm shake. "What's your name, hon? I figure I should know since I'll probably be seeing you around here plenty."

"Josh," I said. "Nice to meet you, Kayla, and thanks for the drink."

Once she'd moved out of earshot to make the Rum and Coke, I turned on the barstool so I faced Troy. For a few moments, I didn't speak; I just let my gaze sweep over him in appreciation.

He brought his face closer to mine. "You look really nice," he told me in a low voice.

"And you look sexy as fuck," I replied. A smile danced on his gorgeous lips, and it took all my self-control not to touch him.

Kayla placed the drink before me then, and again I thanked her. Lifting the glass to my lips, I took a sip, glad for something to distract me from my lust for Troy. While he and I chatted, the bar slowly grew more crowded. People continued to drift inside, but very few left. The noise level increased all the while, and Troy had to move even closer to me so I could hear him speak.

I'd almost finished my drink when a tall, dark-haired man wearing a suit stepped into the bar. I noticed Hank looked less than happy to see him, yet Troy only grinned. The din of conversation grew slightly more muted as the man made his way to a table where two women sat. I was clueless about what was going on, but I sensed a kind of anticipation in the air. Before I could ask Troy about it, music began blaring from the jukebox. It took me a few seconds to recognize it as that old song "Damn I Wish I Was Your Lover."

"For Christ's sake!" Hank suddenly bellowed from where he stood sentry near the door. "Can we do without this for one goddamn night? Is that too much to ask?"

My eyes widened at his outburst, but when I looked at Troy, I saw he was struggling to control his laughter. Plenty of the customers openly guffawed, clearly amused by Hank's exasperation. "Wait, what am I missing here?" I asked Troy.

He leaned toward me, bringing his lips to my ear. I closed my eyes briefly as I breathed in his scent, which I'd come to crave. "You saw that guy who just came in," Troy murmured, and I nodded. "Well, he and Kayla had a fling a few months ago, and while he thought it was a no-strings-attached thing between them, she fell pretty hard for him. He ended up breaking things off, but he still comes in here a couple of times a week, and whenever he shows up, Kayla's arranged for one of our regulars to play that song. So Hank and I have heard it, oh, about a million times now."

I followed Troy's stare to Kayla. She gave him a satisfied smirk before returning to her conversation with a man farther down the bar. "You have to admit, it's a pretty good song," I said, fighting back my own grin.

"It's grown on me. But Hank is about to lose his shit, he's so sick of it."

I couldn't help but snicker. "And the guy Kayla was seeing realizes she's playing it for him, right?"

"Oh yeah," Troy said. "But no one acknowledges it. We just carry on like everything is normal and Hank isn't about to have a conniption. Honestly, I think Kayla's completely over that dude, and she only does it now to fuck with Hank."

"Such drama," I replied, shaking my head.

"You would not believe some of the drama that goes on in this place." He nodded toward my empty glass. "Want another?"

I shook my head. As I spoke my next words, my heart began pounding so loudly that I could barely hear the music over the roar of my pulse in my ears. "You know what I wish, Troy?"

He tilted his head, regarding me with a smile. "Do tell, baby."

Licking my lips, I let my stare drop to his crotch. "I wish you could fuck me right now."

The amusement faded from his eyes, only to be replaced by unmistakable arousal. "Is that right?" he asked. I nodded slowly, and Troy flashed a sly grin. "You're not just saying that to tease me, are you, Josh?"

"I promise I'm not," I responded, all wide-eyed and innocent.

"In that case," he said, "I'll be happy to grant your wish right now."

My mouth dropped open, but before I could utter a word, Troy strolled over to Hank. As they spoke, Hank looked past Troy, and when his stare settled on me, I saw the hint of a smirk pulling at his lips. Then he gave one of his singular nods before Troy returned to where I sat at the bar. Leaning toward me, his lips just inches from mine, he said, "I've arranged to take my break early, and I told Hank I'm taking you to the back."

My eyes widened as I wondered just what I'd gotten myself into, but I immediately slid off the stool. Now Troy did touch me, placing a hand on my back while guiding me through the crowd. As we left the bar area, Kayla's eyes met mine, and she gave me a knowing smile.

Troy led me down a narrow hallway, past the public restrooms and a room with a sign on the door that read OFFICE. There was a large door at the end of the hall which I assumed opened out onto the lot behind the building, but Troy stopped before we reached it. I watched while he leaned into a dark doorway to switch on the light. "Employee restroom," he told me. Peering into the room, I saw it had only a sink and toilet, along with a small counter area. I swallowed hard, trying to hide my anxiety as I followed Troy inside. The space was a little cramped with both of us in it, but I noticed how clean it was.

Troy closed and locked the door behind us. "We don't have much time," he said, turning toward me. "You sure about this, Josh?"

He was giving me a chance to back out, I knew, but I refused to lose my nerve. "I'm sure." I sounded short of breath as I spoke, and I realized I was trembling.

Troy had to take only one step in order to close the distance between us. I gasped in surprise when he immediately set about unfastening my jeans. His stare was hot as it held mine, and when he slid his hand inside my underwear to stroke my cock, I moaned. Despite my trepidation, I grew harder from his touch. "Mmm, I can definitely tell you're already excited for this," he whispered.

Dropping to his knees, Troy tugged off my boots while I grasped the edge of the counter. Once he set them aside, he yanked down my jeans and boxer briefs in a single impatient motion, and I wordlessly allowed him to strip me from the waist down until I wore only my socks. My breathing grew fast and shallow when Troy stood again. Staring up at him, I was taken aback by the blatant lust in his eyes. He looked like a man determined to get what he wanted, and what he wanted right now was my ass.

Troy tugged his t-shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Then he lowered his mouth to mine. His kiss was hard, almost punishing, but I surrendered to its ferocity with a whimper. Troy's lips traveled to my neck, and I felt the nip of his teeth and the scratch of his beard. Though my mind was reeling from how fast all this was happening, I reached between us to unbutton his jeans. Lifting his head, he grinned at my eagerness. I was shaking so hard that I struggled with the simple task, so Troy took over, and he soon had his fully erect cock out for me to see.

He didn't give me much time to admire it, though. I let out a startled cry when he grabbed me and spun me around to face the counter. Would he fuck me like this? I wondered. With me bent over and my ass in the air? I heard him move behind me, and then I felt the warmth of his palms against my ass cheeks. Bracing my hands against the countertop, I waited, my body tense.

"Relax," Troy murmured just before he gave my hole a slow lick. The caress of his tongue made me groan with pleasure, and I was thankful for the jukebox playing in the bar. Hopefully, it would drown out any sounds I made. His mouth felt so fucking good that I was soon pressing myself firmly back against him, desperate for more. While he eagerly kissed and tongued my entrance, I stroked my dick until I had the precum flowing.

"Mmm, I love eating your ass," Troy said. "You're relaxing for me now, aren't you?"

"Oh fuck, yes!" I cried. He delved between my cheeks, his tongue relentless. Every nerve in my body felt awash in bliss. When my legs began shaking a little, I felt him give my right buttock a reassuring squeeze. Then he climbed to his feet and turned me to face him again. I slid my hands over his bare chest, gently rolling his nipples between my fingertips. Before I could wrap my lips around one of those hard peaks, Troy grasped me by the chin, lifting my head. He kissed me, his tongue as eager for my mouth as it had been for my ass. "Ready?" he whispered against my lips, and I quickly nodded.

Troy effortlessly lifted me onto the countertop. I leaned back, my shoulders pressed against the wall behind me, while he tugged his jeans and underwear farther down his legs. The head of his beautiful cock had taken on that reddish-pink shade, and though he didn't produce as much precum as I did, I saw a large drop on his tip. Aware that we were running low on time, I immediately grabbed the backs of my thighs, holding them wide apart. Troy leaned forward, bringing his face close to my opening. Then he spat on my hole, and I shivered as his warm saliva coated my skin.

Standing upright once more, Troy moved between my legs. The sight of my ample precum made him smile. "As much as I'd love to lick that up, we should put it to good use," he said. Another moan escaped me when he slid his fingertips over my cockhead, gathering up that natural lubrication so he could smear it on his own tip.

I knew this would hurt before it started to feel good, for my hole wasn't stretched, and while Troy's spit and my precum were better than nothing, they provided far less lubrication than I was used to. I had to remind myself to breathe as Troy positioned his cock right at my opening.

The moment he began entering me, I forgot we were in a bar restroom, with a crowd of people drinking and laughing just down the hall. I focused only on the initial pain, so intense that I feared I wouldn't be able to get past it. Troy couldn't easily move inside me; I was too tight and couldn't manage to relax. I'd never had sex in a public place before, and as Troy gently rocked his hips, working yet another inch of his dick into my ass, I worried someone would knock on the bathroom door any minute.

Troy's stare met mine. He must have seen the anxiety threatening to overwhelm me, for he asked, "Do you want me to stop, Josh?"

My dick was surprisingly still erect, and though my ass was being painfully stretched, my need for Troy hadn't subsided. "No," I told him firmly. "Keep going." He thrust a little deeper, but I knew he was holding back out of fear he might hurt me. I noticed his clenched jaw, and the way he gritted his teeth while he tried to restrain himself. "More!" I demanded.

My urging spurred Troy on until he drove himself all the way inside my ass. Once he'd bottomed out with a groan, it was as if a threshold had been crossed in my mind; there was no turning back now. "Fuck me!" I said.

Troy took hold of my legs, positioning them so my ankles rested on his shoulders. Then he began pumping his hips with a steady, gentle rhythm. His skin was hot and flushed like mine, and when he closed his eyes for a moment, his expression was one of sheer ecstasy. My own pleasure was building by the second, driving away any shadow of pain that remained.

I moaned in time with each of Troy's thrusts, and as he gazed down at me, I offered him a grin. "Faster!" I pleaded. "Harder!"

Troy readily gave me what I asked for, his fingertips digging into my flesh as he began mercilessly fucking me. "Baby, you're so fucking tight!" he said, his voice close to a growl. I knew I was going to be sore for days, but right now, with Troy's body slapping against mine, I wanted to scream from how incredible his cock felt inside my ass. Reaching between us, I roughly jerked my dick, impatient for release.

Staring up at Troy helplessly, I knew he held all the power. In this position, and in the face of his strength, I had no control whatsoever; I could only lie back while he violently thrust between my thighs. And it was exactly what I wanted. Our eyes met once more, and Troy gave me a wicked grin. "People in that bar know exactly what we're doing in here, Josh," he told me, his hips never slowing their brutal rhythm. "They know you've let me bring you back here so I can fuck you."

I expected to feel shame, even humiliation, at what he said, but I was shocked to find that his words only increased my arousal. "Someone might be listening outside right now," he went on. "You think I locked that door, don't you?" Troy's breaths were coming faster now, and a thin layer of sweat had formed on his skin. "But I didn't lock it." My eyes widened at this revelation, but I couldn't utter any response. When my lips parted, only moans emerged from my throat. "Someone could walk in at any time and see you getting fucked," Troy told me. "They'd know you're so desperate for my cock that you're letting me pound your ass right here."

"Fuck!" I wailed, my stare moving to the door. Knowing it was unlocked made me feel excruciatingly vulnerable and exposed.

"You'd love for someone to open that door right now, wouldn't you?" Troy demanded.

I whimpered in reply. Why the hell were his words bringing me right to the edge? I asked myself. I was naturally shy, the exact opposite of an exhibitionist, so why was I so fucking excited by the scenario Troy was describing? And how had he known just what to say to drive me wild? My inhibition was only a memory at this point.

Seeing the challenge in Troy's stare, I decided to meet it. "Oh yeah, fuck my ass with that big dick!" I shouted, my voice echoing off the walls. His eyes widened a little, and I felt a rush of triumph at having shocked him. Fisting my cock, I furiously pumped it even as I began shaking all over. "Fuck, you're gonna make me come!" Part of me still couldn't believe what I was saying and doing, but there was no denying how much I loved surrendering to my lust like this. By now, I didn't care if everyone in that bar heard and saw me getting fucked. Even if Hank had opened the door at that moment, I would have begged Troy to keep taking my ass.

The change in me seemed to make Troy lose control as well, for his cries joined with mine. "Come for me, baby!" The pleading in his voice made it clear that he was close, too. 

His hard fucking, and his words, which had made me feel so filthy and free, brought me right to the brink of climax. Still stroking my cock, I aimed for Troy's stomach and chest. "Ah fuck! Gonna come!" I barely finished shouting before my semen spurted forth, landing on his skin in thick splotches. He didn't slow his pace for even a second; instead, he kept thrusting, driving himself in deep until I finally saw his muscles tighten. The sounds he made were primal as he strove for his own orgasm.

Suddenly he pulled out, and I watched him take hold of his cock. It took only a few strokes before he came with a roar, his cum erupting onto my dick and pubic hair. The feel of his hot seed made me release a faint moan. Even as I slumped back against the wall, I was thankful I wouldn't have to worry about his semen oozing out of my ass during my drive home.

Troy let his head fall back as he took a moment to catch his breath. When he looked at me once more, he wore a huge grin. His grasp on me loosened, and I lowered my legs before easing into a sitting position. Before I could slide off the counter, Troy cupped my face in his hands and gave me a deep kiss with plenty of tongue. "Do you know how much I love fucking you?" he asked me, his eyes locked with mine.

I grinned up at him. "You just gave me a really good idea of how much you love it."

Troy ruffled my hair, his touch affectionate. "Stay right there, and I'll get us both cleaned up."

Though I should have been in a hurry to get dressed, I found I was completely relaxed while Troy grabbed some paper towels and held them under warm water rushing from the sink faucet. He quickly wiped my cum from his skin, then set about gently swabbing my cock and pubic area. My dick was still sensitive after I'd come, but I enjoyed Troy's touch. Closing my eyes, I let out a satisfied sigh. "Thank you," I said.

I felt his lips on my forehead then. "Thank you for trusting me, Josh."

I couldn't stop smiling while we hurried to put on our clothes. As we left the bathroom, I glanced at the doorknob. "Was it really unlocked the whole time?" I asked Troy. He only grinned in reply.

Once we were back in the bar, the conversation and music, along with shouts and laughter, made it almost impossible to talk to Troy without raising my voice. Standing on tiptoes, I brought my lips to his ear. "I should go so you can get back to work," I said.

"You sure you don't want another drink?"

"I'm good," I told him, then added, "I'm fucking fantastic, actually!"

He smiled and again placed a hand on my back. With him by my side, I felt safe and protected in the midst of that rowdy crowd. When Troy and I passed the bar counter, Kayla looked me up and down. I guessed it was obvious I'd just been very well fucked, because she gave me a wink before pouring some amber-colored liquid into a glass.

Hank was waiting by the door, and he gave me the same once-over Kayla had. "Hope you enjoyed yourself," he said to me, his tone neutral.

"Oh, I did," I replied with a big grin. "Very much. And it was nice meeting you, Hank."

"I'm going to walk him to his car," Troy said to Hank. "I'll be right back."

"You don't have to do that," I protested.

Troy merely held open the door for me and replied, "I want to."

The night had turned colder, and I shivered a little as Troy and I headed toward my car. Now that we were alone, he slipped an arm around my waist. "You're full of surprises, Josh," he said, and I heard the grin in his voice.

"I certainly surprised myself!" I couldn't help but shake my head, astonished that Troy and I had just fucked in a bar restroom. Once we reached my car, I turned to him and smiled. "I had a great time tonight."

"Me, too," he said, smiling in return. "Drive safe, okay?" I nodded and reached to open the car door, but before I could, Troy drew me into a tight hug. When I looked up at him, he pressed his mouth to mine. Our kiss was slow and gentle, the kind that couples readily shared.

I was falling for this man, I knew. The realization sent a rush of panic-laced adrenaline through me, but I refused to give in to my fear. Instead, I whispered, "Call me tomorrow?"

"You know I will," Troy whispered back. "Have a good night, baby."