While on business in Australia, I visited a gay bar in a seedier part of town. It was named ‘The Tradie Bar’ and catered for a rougher clientele. I was fully aware of the status quo prior to visiting and very happy to find myself in this location. I found the relaxing ‘no bullshit’ interaction refreshing and the blue-collar guys incredibly hot. This was a far cry from the privileged life that I led in finance, with tight arsed designer dressed yuppies irritating me on a daily basis.
Back home, I frequently visited parks and toilets where these kinds of guys could be found. I loved their base attitude toward fucking and revelled in the skanky heat of the experiences. I often put on an act of resistance, thereby encouraging additional roughness during these encounters. Being ‘manhandled’ and ‘verbally abused’ was like an elixir to me. There was no greater treat for me than getting home after one of my outings and observing my well-smacked arse in the mirror. The one thing that I had missed out on thus far was being fisted. I was very eager to try but wasn’t sure that I would cope with the pain.
Back in the bar, my eyes scanned my fellow patrons. The array of shagginess was very much to my liking and I sincerely hoped that I would end my trip on a high note. The place was teaming with piercings, tattoos, overalls, and testosterone. I would’ve been happy to be gripped by a bunch of these guys, and then thrown over the bar counter and fucked senseless.
There was one guy in particular who really caught my interest. He stood six-feet tall and had a solid masculine frame. He was wearing a dungaree styled jumpsuit with a sleeveless white t-shirt. The jumpsuit was tan coloured and the synthetic fabric had the appearance of worn leather. Unlike many of the guys who were festooned with tattoos, he only had two tattoos that were visible. Both matching tattoos were on his upper arms and were of identical upward pointing chevrons. The three black lines of each chevron were about an inch thick.
From what I could see he also had a stud in his left eyebrow, one through the top of his nose between his eyes, and finally, one through the columella of his nose. In his ears, he wore two black rimmed plugs at least a half inch wide. As he moved his hands about I observed that he wasn’t wearing any rings on his fingers. He had unkempt facial hair and voluminous curls that untidily spilled out from around the sides of the cap he was wearing. His bearing was ‘all man,’ and he made me pant with lust.
The sexy guy was in conversation with three other ‘blokes’ (a word that I had by now grown very accustomed to). Two of the blokes were huge hairy bears dressed in shorts and sleeveless t-shirts. Both sported full dark beards and between them must have weighed five hundred pounds. The other guy was much smaller but equally as hairy. His facial hair, however, was short-cropped. I was very pleased to see that as they conversed, that the sexy man began to glance in my direction more frequently.
Not long after, the three blokes moved away and entered a back passage that led off from the main bar area. To my elation, as they did so the sexy guy moved in my direction.
“What’s your name?” he asked as he stood before me.
“Gus,” I replied.
“Wow, that’s very economical,” he answered, with a smile.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Take a guess,” he said, pointing to one of the chevrons on his arm.
“That’s a chevron,” I said, incredulously.
“You got it. My names Chevron, Chevron Deroubaix… French ancestors,” he resolved with a shrug, before adding, “But everyone just calls me, Chevy.”
“Wow, that’s about as unusual as your eyes,” I replied, having observed that he had one green eye and one blue eye.
“Heterochromatic is what they call it,” he answered.
“So, where are you from?” Chevy inquired.
I told him before we began to chat. After brief life stories were traded, I asked him about the guys that he had been talking to and where they had headed off to.
“The two big blokes, Rant, and Rave are in a relationship and the smaller guy, Robbie, is a cub they have chosen for some fun. There’s a private, members only room back there, and by now Robbie will be having the shit fucked out of him,” he concluded, with a laugh.
“Rant and Rave… Are you serious?” I spluttered.
“Nicknames… Actually, their real names are Randal, and Reeve,” he informed me. “If you like, I’ll take you back there so you can check it out for yourself,” Chevy suggested.
Very keen, I agreed that once we had finished our beers we could do so.
A short while later when we entered the rectangular back room, I observed three sturdy ottomans about a foot and a half apart, down the middle of the room. At the back of the room, there was built-in seating. There were two reds lights on either side of the room that gave off surprisingly good lighting, and hooks that one could hang clothing from, on the left side. As foretold, Robbie was flat on his stomach in a headlock on the first ottoman, with Rant fucking the hell out him. Rave stood next to them barking instructions. Naked, Rant and Rave looked like two silverback gorillas.
The sounds emanating from the three were wild. Robbie kept ‘oomphing’ every time Rant thrust into him as Rant grunted ‘aahs’ while hammering away. Watching them, Rave growled ‘fuck yeah’s’ and ‘fuck him harder’.
“Let’s get naked,” Chevy advised when Rant and Rave swapped positions.
After undressing, I finally saw what was hanging from the long silver chain that Chevy wore around his neck. It was large fist charm. Next, I observed the most impressive dick I had ever laid my eyes upon. Chevy’s uncut cock looked like a curved spear. From its thick base, it tapered slightly before flaring into a very thick and elongated dick-head. Easily entirely over nine inches long, the head of his knob accounted for at least third of the cock’s length.
By now, Rave was going ballistic on top of Robbie as we moved toward the ottoman, and Rant was happily tugging on his fat knob as we joined him.
“The cub has been well opened for that monster dick of yours. Would you like a go?” Rant then asked Chevy. When Chevy glanced at me, Rant quickly added, “Don’t worry, Rave and I will get Gus well primed for you in the meanwhile.”
As Rave got off Robbie, Chevy climbed onto Robbie and commenced fucking him. Rave immediately told me to put my arms around his neck and after lifting me reversed and placed his back against the wall. As Rave pulled my thighs upward, Rant moved behind me, totally encasing me in sweaty hot fur. With my butt cheeks well opened, Rant wasted no time plugging his thick dick into my arse and in no time my body was being compressed by the two gorillas.
Although Rant and Rave were generally not my taste, I was incredibly turned-on by their machinations. With my head turned to the side, both my ears were also being swamped by their hairy moist mouths. After a few minutes, the two guys changed position.
“I think the cub is ready,” we heard Chevy announce from behind us, a short while later.
As I was released from my hairy clamp, we moved over to the ottoman. Rant and Rave summarily took up station on either side of Robbie, each with an arm and a leg in their grasp. With Robbie spread-eagled, Chevy now began to lube up his hand and arm. After clenching his fingers together into a spear, Chevy commenced working Robbie’s hole. Glancing up at me, Rant informed me that I was about to witness a master in action.
As Robbie grunted and groaned, I watched in awe as Chevy went about his work. His technique was astonishing as twisted and turned his hand while massaging it ever deeper into Robbie’s manhole. When Chevy’s knuckles finally broke through, Robbie let out an incredible howl. This was like music to Rant and Rave’s ears, because a cacophony of approving sounds now burst from their lips. After Chevy’s full insertion he held his hand still for a short while as Robbie whimpered quietly. Thereafter, however, when Chevy really began to up his tempo, loud ‘oomph’s’ were once more heard. What now amazed me was how Robbie began to beg Chevy to punch-fuck him. It was as if he was pleading to be ‘tortured.’
Chevy instantly complied with Robbie’s wishes as decibels around the ottoman escalated. Totally overcome with excitement, Rant blurted, “I’m next.”
After extracting his hand from Robbie’s butt, Chevy got up and stood next to me. He had performed his task and prepared the fuck-bunny for his mates.
Large and masculine as Chevy’s hands were, Rant and Rave had massively fat hands with very broad forearms. How they hell Robbie would cope with those, only goodness knew. True to his word, Rant quickly moved behind Robbie and after lubing up his hand and arm got to work on Robbie’s backside.