Although I had indulged in a few teenage wanking sessions, when I finally decided to ‘come out’ it was a frightening experience. Naïvely, I had hoped that my homosexual predilection would magically disappear in my late teens, but alas it did not. Astonishingly, it took me two and a half years after I commenced working before I finally took the plunge, and eventually visited a well-known gay bar in the bohemian enclave where I decided to live.
The well-known bar was on the bottom corner of a hotel and had a street entrance, and as I would later find out, a second entrance located in the lobby of the hotel. I remember walking past the outside entrance numerous times that evening, trying to build up the courage to enter. God knows why I was so afraid. I suppose I was fearful that somebody I knew might see me enter, or that I would bump into a fellow worker in the bar. When I finally slipped into the entrance of the pub I was trembling.
To my amazement, when I looked around the U-shaped bar, everything and everyone seemed to be quite ‘normal.’
As I sat sipping my beer an enormous sense of relief flooded over me, and I felt like I had finally been released from an agonizing self-imposed imprisonment. My feeling of isolation also evaporated completely. I did not stay long that first evening having decided to take easy. I was, nonetheless, pleased by one or two approving looks I received.
As I walked home I smiled to myself, happy that I had finally taken the plunge.
***
When I became a regular at the bar, I met a thirty-something man named Clive. Clive was the manager of the bar. He was stout, stood five-foot-ten tall and had a cheery demeanour. He had an impressive gut and an advanced receding hairline. One would never call him good-looking; nevertheless, he wasn’t butt-ugly. Truthfully, however, he was definitely not appealing to me.
As he gradually became friendlier toward me, Clive told me the ins and outs of the bar and the goings-on in the hotel. Firstly, he had a suite upstairs on the sixth floor of the hotel. With an occupancy rate in the hotel seldom exceeding sixty per-cent, the fifth and sixth floors were seldom utilized.
Next, he told me about his three barmen, Doug, Steve, and Cory. Doug and Steve were straight, a prerequisite for the management of the hotel, but that Cory was bisexual, a detail that the management ‘overlooked’ for Clive’s sake.
The other thing that also very shortly became clear was that Clive was very interested in having sex with me. More and more, he made mention of taking me ‘upstairs’ for a bit of fun. I always made sure that I was long gone before closing time, to ensure that the ‘going upstairs’ option never materialized.
About ten weeks after my first visit to the bar, an interesting thing happened. After returning from the toilet and before getting back behind the bar counter, Cory stood before Clive and me as we sat chatting.
Out of the blue Cory said, “You should rather go upstairs with me because I have a much larger knob than Clive.”
As I looked at Cory, totally stunned, he gripped hold of his bulge and with his tongue hanging out his mouth in a salacious manner, gave me a wink. Glancing at Cory, Clive had a look of mock annoyance on his face.
“Get back behind the counter,” Clive then said, with a friendly reprimand.
When Cory got back behind the counter he stood back away from the counter and ran his fingers over the large tube in his trousers, once again extending his tongue and winking at me.
“Excuse him,” Clive said, with little conviction.
As Cory attended to a customer, I asked Clive “Is his cock really very big?”
Clive gave me a bemused smile, before answering, “Richard, Cory is hung like a fucking horse!”
“Oh,” I answered, before taking a large sip of beer. “And what happens… upstairs?” I nervously stammered.
Clive smiled benignly before he resumed. “Well, when I see somebody that I like and that someone is interested, then we go upstairs and have some fun. Sometimes Cory is also invited to join.” Clive did not elaborate further and merely shrugged in conclusion.
After a pause I persevered, “And is there anything between the two of you?”
Clive again shrugged and casually answered, “Yeah… sure, from time to time. Thing is, we’re essentially both tops and prefer giving rather than receiving. In any case, once in a while, the good old sphincter needs a bit of exercise.” Then laughing, he paused for effect before resuming, “Sadly, he has never allowed me to fuck him. But I have to tell you that there is nothing better than the discomfort the following day after a horse dick has fucked you,” Clive concluded as if passing on a bit of monumental information.
I left shortly afterward. I wasn’t stupid enough, not to realize that Clive had reverted to a plan B to have sex with me and that Cory was being used as bait. As I lay tossing and turning in bed that night, I knew that Clive had set me up. He had read my interested expression when told me all about Cory and had played his hand masterfully. I was also astute enough to realize that Clive was now taunting me, with them as a package deal. Much as was itching to see Cory’s dick, however, the Clive factor was a real obstacle for me.
Over the following two weeks during visits to the bar, Cory continued to tantalize me with lewd gestures, almost driving me mad with lust. I was sure that Clive had told him to up the ante.
On a Friday evening after a really tough week at work, I arrived at the bar at ten. I was not a heavy drinker, but that evening I really got stuck into the beers. Cory was not his usual bubbly self and told me that he had a dreadful headache.
At eleven-thirty as the bar began to empty I observed Cory move from behind the bar and walk toward Clive who was mingling with the customers. I watched as Clive nodded his head and give Cory a tap on the arm. Following on that, I saw Cory heading for the door.
Fifteen minutes later, as I sat looking at the half bottle of beer before me and wondering if I should finish it, Clive began informing everyone that last drinks needed to be ordered, because the bar had a strict policy of closing at midnight.
As I made the decision not to finish the beer and get on my way home, Clive sat next to me.
“Looks like you’ve had a good time,” Clive said, impishly.
“I’m not drunk, just a little tipsy,” I countered. I then went on to tell Clive about my busy day at work.
“Well, I’d better get going,” I finally announced, anxious that the word ‘upstairs’ may shortly follow.
“No, sit,” Clive instructed, “I can’t let you leave until you’ve had a cup of coffee to sober up.”
“I’m really okay, Clive, truly,” I protested.
“You’re coming upstairs with me for coffee and that’s, that,” he ordered.
I felt trapped and just sat there like reprimanded child. This was not what I had hoped for and knew that Clive had finally won. I watched in a trance as the bar emptied and Clive locked the front door.
Before long, I followed him to the elevator like an obedient puppy.
Clive’s suite was very impressive. After offering me a drink, which I declined, he poured one for him.
He then went on to tell me that although his salary wasn’t spectacular, the suite was a wonderful perk, and this, coupled with free food and drink at the hotel saved him a fortune.
“Would you like coffee?” he next asked.
“No thanks, if I have coffee now I won’t sleep,” I answered.
“Do you work on Saturday’s? Clive inquired. I shook my head negatively in reply.
“I’m glad to learn that,” Clive replied, and then picking up on my quizzical expression he resumed, “Because you won’t be getting much sleep this morning.”
I did not respond and after a brief pause, he continued, “Richard, I’ve waited for this for three months and we have a lot of catching up to do,” Clive concluded, with a horny look in his eyes.
After placing his drink down, Clive began to undress. First, he removed his shoes and socks. Next, his shirt and trousers followed.
As he stood before me in his underpants he asked, “Well, what are you waiting for, Richard?”
I also gingerly began to strip, and as I began removing my trousers Clive dropped his underpants to the floor. Clive’s body was sexier than I had imagined. Although his gut was large, it was firm and topped by meaty moobs. His arms and legs were thick and muscular and his body was covered with verdant fur. Although Clive did not have the largest cock in the world, he was not underprivileged. His erect uncut knob had an ample snout that extended past his dick-head and it was really a beautiful and comfortable looking cock. Above all, his nut-sac was spectacular. It was huge, plump, and heavy looking.
“Fuck, Clive, those are the most spectacular balls I have ever seen,” I said.
With a look of pride, he gave them a smack before saying, “I may not have the biggest dick in the world, but I have never met a man who can match my volume of spunk.”
As he pulled me into his body, he said, “Fuck me, you are one beautiful motherfucker.”
Clive’s kissing was passionate as his hands caressed my back and my hands luxuriated in the soft hair on his shoulders. I was already beginning to regret my decision of the past few months of trying to avoid him. Much as I would’ve liked Cory also be upstairs with us, for now, I was very happy with things just the way they were.
As we continued kissing I could feel my body being moved toward the bed and shortly, I was on my back with Clive on top of me in a sixty-nine position. As I had suspected, his cock was very comfortable in my mouth, and his ample balls felt incredible as they flopped on my forehead. Clive was a masterful cock-sucker and before long I could feel my orgasm fast approaching. I also knew that he was getting fairly close when he issued a warning, that having not unloaded in two days a motherlode was on the way.
With his tongue working its magic I did unload first, as he mumbled approving groans. When he also came I was startled by the deluge and had to swallow as never before. Clive’s spunk was thick, creamy, and totally delicious. As he tried to lift off me I halted his action, fully intent to scour every last residue of jizz from his knob.
When I finally released Clive, he headed off to the bathroom for a piss.
Upon his return, as he stood next to the bed I observed his glistening cock-snout. On an impulse, I leaned over and lapped the moisture off before retracting his foreskin and licking his wet knob-head.
“Do you like that taste?” Clive asked, curiously.
“Mmmm,” I answered.
“Well, maybe I have a little trickle left,” he replied, with a horny snigger.
As my lips suctioned on his dick, Clive cradled my head in his hands and dribbled into my mouth. I had never tasted my own piss, let alone anyone else’s, and I was amazed by how much I liked the flavour.
Sniggering once more, Clive said, “I won’t waste another piss again.”
Clive now arranged my body on the bed with my head on three pillows, before moving up over my torso with his knees on either side of me. After plugging his knob in my mouth, Clive leaned forward and placed his hands on the wall above the headboard. My skull-fucking then got underway, with my head nestled in his hairy belly and my hands working in a circular motion on his ample hairy backside.
The next several minutes were blissful and once more I thought about how foolish I had been in the preceding months. My regrets about Cory did not even enter my mind. We were lost in a duo of bliss, totally enraptured by our gratification. Clive was growing on me by the second and there was nowhere in the world that I would rather have been at that moment.
When Clive got off the bed and took a sip of the whiskey from the glass he had left on the table in the lounge, he asked if I wanted something to drink.
“Yes… piss,” I answered with a naughty grin.
Clive let out a rumbling laugh before opening the refrigerator and taking out a bottle of water. After slugging it down he said, “I’d better my bladder working.” With a smile, he then continued, “Poor old Cory will be miffed when he finds out that he missed out tonight.”
With a thoughtful look on his face, he then asked, “Are you sorry he isn’t here?”
“Not at all,” I replied.
“Oh, so I won’t have to beg you in future,” he countered.
“No, I’ll be doing the begging,” I responded before Clive proudly smiled.
“That’s good news. So… does that mean you’ll be reporting for duty tonight?” Clive asked.
“Definitely!” I answered.
Clive’s face now became more serious, before he continued, “I must just tell you a few things about Cory. When he got divorced and came to work for me…”
Interrupting Clive and asked, “Why did he get divorced?”
“Because his bitch wife found out that he had previously slept with guys. Of course, she threatened to expose him to his family unless he gave her everything he had, taking everything the poor bastard had worked for in preceding years. In any case, like my other two barmen, Cory comes from the wrong side of the tracks. Unlike the other two barmen, however, Cory is not the cleanest boy in the world. In fact, when he started working for me I often had to send him upstairs for a shower as he reported for duty,” Clive informed me, before pausing.
After taking another sip of whiskey, he resumed, “Apart from his abnormal knob, which I have already told you about, Cory can sometimes be a little rough.”
Next, as Clive approached the bed he told me to turn my body around and push my legs up the headboard and wall behind the bed. After moving toward me on his knees, Clive nestled his crack over my face as his arms wrapped around my waist. Shortly, as my tongue lapped his furry hole he suctioned my dick into his mouth.
I was delighted by this session as we got into a comfortable rhythm. With Clive’s incredible tongue stimulating me unbelievably, I reciprocated by prodding his hole with my tongue. The muffled groans of contentment above me left me in no doubt that he was also enjoying my oral incursion. My body was riddled with lust as this next tour de force advanced and I knew that I would not be able to stem the flow of my inexorable advancement to gratification. My senses completely overwhelmed me and I unloaded in a state of total fulfilment.
Clive now moved at lightning speed as my body was pulled to the end of the bed. After I was placed in the doggy position with my knees at the edge of the bed, I heard him spitting my spunk into his hand. Next, his fingers rapidly moved between my arse and his cock as he lubricated them for his onslaught. Clive then hastily entered my backside.
Although his entry was swift, it was comfortable, and instantly he commenced hammering into me as his strong hands clamped on my hips. Clive’s thrusting was urgent as he pounded my pucker, and I gasped as he slammed my eager manhole persistently. I had yearned for this moment and loved the pounding I was getting.
As Clive was about to unload I begged him to do so in my mouth but he was insistent that he wanted to do so in my backside.
After he pulled his knob out of me I turned quickly and got to my knees, licking his balls and cleaning his dick once more.
“Are you thirsty?” Clive asked as I got to my feet.
I nodded enthusiastically before he led me off to the bathroom.
Once there I was told to sit flat on my backside with my back against the tiled wall. Clive now widened his stance and offered his ‘tap’ to my mouth as he leaned against the wall. My hand then took hold of his knob as I controlled the flow of yellow sap flowing out of him. As I imbibed the delicious liquid I realized that I was becoming totally addicted to Clive’s piss and spunk.
After swallowing a substantial amount of Clive’s fluid, his cock, as usual, was erect again and my next skull-fucking got underway.
Cocooned against the wall I ran my hands over the sides of his thick hairy thighs as he plundered my mouth. Encased by his body my carnal paradise seemed never-ending.
I greedily began to swallow as Clive’s agitated hips commenced force-feeding my mouth once more. To my absolute elation more piss also followed.
My stomach felt distended with all the jizz, piss, and beer I had consumed thus far. As I stood at the toilet bowl to relieve myself, Clive embraced me from behind and is hand took control of my dick as my piss trickled through his fingers into the bowl.
When I was done he lifted his hand to my mouth and let me taste my own piss. As I licked his fingers I was again aware of his stiff knob buffing my crack, and soon my torso was pushed downward before he entered my backside once more.
I began to feel like I was in a sensual trance as my pucker got battered by Clive. Appreciative horny banter erupted from both of us as he humped and pumped me increasingly. From time to time he would hold still in me as his hands massaged my back, before again reigniting his robust hips. Enveloped by lust, my right hand now took hold of my knob as I feverishly started tugging.
My release was soon matched by my verbal gushing, as I unloaded in a state of lustful deliriousness. Clive followed shortly before I once more felt the delightful warmth on his bladder secretions.
As Clive made his way back to the bedroom I remained behind. With the amount of liquid that had been dispensed into my backside, I needed to resort to an evacuation strategy.
When I returned to the bedroom Clive was on the bed. I then said, “Although I don’t have to work tomorrow, you do. Maybe I should be on my way?”
“No,” Clive replied. “You may leave when I tell you to.” His comment was playful, and with a smile, he then tapped the bed beside him gesturing me to join him.
The next session with him was far more relaxed and I enjoyed the change of pace. Clive slowly moved his body on top of me, pushing my legs apart with his knees. I couldn’t believe how much I was enjoying his weight as he encased me.
After a few minutes, Clive lifted his body onto his haunches and placed my legs over his shoulders. Upon pushing his knob into my backside he once more lowered his body onto me. Clive’s large began to stir his dick in me as he cupped my head in his hands and continued kissing me.
For the following twenty minutes kept lifting and lowering his torso as he thrust or stirred his knob in me, delaying his inevitable orgasm. When I realized that he was about to finally cum as he hammered into me on outstretched arms, I joined in and began tugging my dick. I shot my load moments before Clive also unloaded.
Clive now asked me to pull my legs back for him, before his lips nestled on to my pucker. After his tongue commenced prodding my hole, I could tell from the way his mouth started suctioning that he wanted me to felch his load into his mouth. After complying, Clive then quickly moved his head up my body and locked lips with me, sharing the loot.
Although I had experienced the best sex of my lifetime, after all the action I was really beginning to tire, and when our lips finally parted I begged him to let me be on my way.
Smiling, he said, “Okay, but as you can feel I am already hard again and I never waste a hard-on, but I’ll make a deal with you. If you let me skull-fuck you one more time, then you’re free to go.”
In a flash, my head was on the pillows and Clive’s cock was battering my mouth once more. I managed to locate Clive’s manhole with my right middle finger, hoping that the stimulation may accelerate his orgasm as I commenced prodding into him. From his gasps, I knew that I was going to succeed, and when a second finger entered his backside, Clive grunted as he unloaded into my mouth. His tasty spunk was followed by another trickle of mouth-watering warm yellow sap.
After we got off the bed I quickly commenced getting dressed without being too blatant, and after a brief kiss at the door and a warning that he would be so lenient the following morning, I was on my way home.
Exhausted, I fell asleep instantly as I got onto my bed.
***
I awoke at eleven a.m., totally refreshed after a really deep sleep. After a quick shower, I decided to visit the small grocery store that was across the road from my apartment. Apart from a few odds and ends I needed to buy, they also made the most delicious baguettes with a variety of fillings to choose from, and I was starving.
As I exited to store I was surprised to see Cory outside, gazing at the outdoor bulletin board.
As our eyes met I asked, “What are you doing here?”
Cory the briefly told me about a friend he had been living with over the past six months since his divorce. Regrettably, the friend’s new girlfriend had moved in two months prior and Cory’s presence had now become a problem for her. At wit’s end, Cory was desperate to find alternative accommodation. Cory also told me he had made a note of a few possibilities for accommodation on the bulletin board and would investigate them over the next few days.
With a lull in the conversation, I asked, “How’s your headache?”
“Oh, it’s fine now. I very seldom get headaches but when I do, they are fucking bad,” he replied.
After another pause, I asked him if he wanted to share my huge baguette with a cup of coffee.
With a smile, he informed me that he starving and would love to, before asking, “Where do you live?” I then pointed to my apartment block.
“Fuck,” he exclaimed, overawed, “You’re only a block away from the bar!” I simply shrugged in reply.
After entering my apartment Cory walk around with a look of wonder in his eyes. “Jesus, bro, this place is fantastic,” he exclaimed, and when he saw the second bedroom he was practically salivating.
“This place is so much better than the grotty place I am living in. Added to that, my buddies fucking bitch girlfriend treats me like shit. I know I have a body odour problem, but it’s really not as bad as she makes out.” Then with a look of hopefulness, he asked, “Do you think I stink?”
“No,” I replied, in all honesty.
“Well, every time I pass by her you would think that she had just stepped in a pile of dog shit,” he concluded.
After a pause, he said, “Jesus, you have no idea how desperate I am to find another place to live.”
When we sat down to eat our sandwich and drink our coffee, Cory gingerly resumed, “I realize that you don’t know me very well and what I’m about to ask is somewhat of a liberty, but would you consider renting me your spare room for the next week or two while I find other accommodation?”
Luckily, I had just taken a huge bite of my sandwich and with my mouth full, had time to collect my thoughts.
While I was chewing Cory continued by saying, “I promise I won’t cramp your style or be a nuisance in any way.”
I wasn’t really keen on having someone live with me and I also hardly knew. On the other hand, however, the slut in me pondered what it would be like to have a horse-hung stud in my apartment for a week or so. I also wondered what he had meant by ‘nuisance,’ hoping that it didn’t have a sexual connotation.
After I had swallowed my food I looked at Cory’s anxious face and said, “Just give me a few more minutes to think about your request.”
With a look of nervous anticipation, he said, “Sure, no problem, buddy.”
I could see that Cory was trying to think of something to say to lift the tension, before he finally asked, “So, what time did you leave the bar last night?”
He could not have asked a better question and I decided to lay my cards on the table, hopefully negating his ‘nuisance’ reference.
“At closing time… But of course, I only left the hotel at three-thirty,” I concluded with an impish grin.
“Fuck,” he said with a laugh, “So Clive finally took you upstairs and got his clutches on you.”
I simply nodded.
“You must have been exhausted when you left,” he answered, still laughing.
I nodded again.
“Clive is one randy bastard,” he exclaimed, before resuming, “He has got the stamina of three guys.” Still guffawing, he continued, “You must have been overflowing with spunk by the time you got home.”
More nodding followed from me, before I said, “I’ve also been invited upstairs again tonight.”
“Fuck, I’m sorry I missed out last night. I hope I also get an invitation this evening,” he stated.
“I’ll insist on it,” I answered, happy that I had sent a very clear signal that I was sexually interested in him.
From the look of intrigue in his eyes, I knew that the seed I had just planted had begun to germinate.
Deciding to end our charade, I said, “Yes, the answer is yes, you may move in with me.”
The delight on his face could only be likened to the look of relief that a man accused of murder has when he has been found not guilty of the crime.
“Thank you, buddy, fuck, thank you,” he kept intoning.
“When do you want to move in?” I asked.
“Now, fuck now, if that okay with you,” Cory enthusiastically replied, before resuming, “I’ll go and fetch my stuff right away.”
“How much stuff do you have?” I asked apprehensively.
“Just two small suitcases and a duffel bag,” he replied.
“How much do you want me to pay you?” he asked.
“Well, why don’t we first see how long you stay? If it’s a couple of weeks I won’t charge you.
“Where’s your buddy’s apartment? I asked.
“About three miles down the road,” he answered.
“Well, then why don’t I drive you there, because it’s a long walk?” I suggested.
“I really don’t want to put you to any trouble,” he replied.
“No trouble at all,” I assured him, and before long we were parked outside his buddy’s apartment. As he had foretold, it really looked shitty.
As I sat in the vehicle waiting for Cory to collect his stuff, I thought about the past twelve hours, which had been incredibly exciting thus far. Clive had blown me away despite my initial reluctance and now the prospect of enjoying Cory lay ahead. I was slightly apprehensive but very aroused at the same time.
When we got back to my apartment I took Cory through to the spare room and invited him to unpack his stuff and settle in.
I returned to the living area and took picked up the half cup of coffee I hadn’t consumed earlier. After finishing it I washed the few dishes we had used earlier and after drying them off began to pack them away. After I did so Cory entered the living area.
He was barefooted and wearing a pair of long shorts that extended to above his knees. It was clearly apparent that he wasn’t wearing underpants because a very large protuberance extended halfway down his right leg. The material of the shorts was rather flimsy and the dangling tube was easily discernible.
Cory had a beautifully proportioned six-foot frame and his lithe body was more muscular than I had imagined. I had always thought that his large hands were very sexy, but his large broad feet were spectacular. Cory wasn’t overly hairy, but he had a light dusting of black hair on his upper chest, lower arms, and legs. From his navel downward, however, his garden path was marvellously bushy and I wondered if his crotch was equally profuse. Cory had the head of an eagle inked on his left upper arm. It wasn’t a masterful display of the art of tattooing, but very respectable.