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This is a work of fiction. However, the bar mentioned is real. And it's cool. You should check it out if you ever find yourself in Corpus Chrisi.
While traveling for business (I do that a lot) I wound up in Corpus Christi, Texas for a night. Naturally I wanted to hang out in a dark and slightly sleazy (in a good way) gay bar. A quick Google search told me The Hidden Door was the place I wanted. After work that night I Ubered to the bar. By the time I got there it was around 11:00 or so, and, being a Monday, there weren’t many patrons in the bar.
The bartender however was gorgeous. He was in his mid-20's and, from the looks of things, when he wasn’t tending bar he was living at the gym. His black T-shirt had the name of the bar on the back, the sleeves crudely cut off. His arms were muscular and athletic, the muscles rippling up and down and the veins popping. His chiseled face carried a perpetual smile and constantly twinkling mischievous eyes. He was a hopelessly handsome, sure of himself, flirty, blonde stud god.
I grabbed one of the many empty stools at the bar and ordered a beer. “Haven’t seen you in here before.” He flashed a sexy smile that took my breath away. He extended his large hand. “I’m Bryan.“ Flirty? Absolutely. But the good bartenders always are. I knew it didn’t necessarily mean anything other than he knew how to work a good tip.
As the evening wore on Bryan continued to flirt with me, but, of course, he also flirted with every other guy in the place. About 45 minutes after I got there he took his shirt off and I nearly fell off my bar stool when he did. His body was perfect, his pecs rounded from hours at the gym, the nipples quarter sized and hard. There was a slight dusting of dark blond hair on his washboard abs and around his naval that continued down becoming a treasure trail that disappeared into extremely tight jeans, pointing the way to a very impressive and pronounced bulge. He also had a beautiful firm round ass, also accentuated by those heaven-sent tight jeans.
Around midnight another exceedingly hot employee showed up wearing the same kind of black bar T-shirt with the sleeves cut off. He was maybe a couple of years older than Bryan. Turned out he was the bar-back, Casey. His hair was dark, his face rugged though equally as handsome as Bryan's. And like Bryan, he had obviously put in a lot of time at the gym. His jeans were also quite tight and his ass and basket delicious looking. I didn’t get a chance to interact much with him, he was busy stocking bottles and clearing glasses, but when he did talk he was friendly, though clearly very busy. But make no mistake, this was Bryan‘s bar.
I had decided early on that this was going to be a drinking night so in addition to my beers I did a few shots. Bryan even bought me one or two. Over the course of the next couple of hours I got pretty trashed. It was a slow night at the bar so Bryan spent a lot of time chatting and flirting with me. After all, I was the new guy.
A little after one AM there were only two other guys in the bar, so Bryan announced Last Call and put his shirt back on. Like all bartenders, at this point Bryan became all business and the flirtiness evaporated. As the other patrons finished their drinks, Bryan got busy cleaning and organizing with Casey. I headed to the men’s room, collapsing in one of the stalls. My head was spinning from the beer and shots. I leaned against the wall for just a quick moment.
I woke up with a start, having no idea how long I had dozed off. It couldn’t of been very long, but I was still startled for moment. I was in a stall, if someone had checked to see if anyone was in the bathroom they wouldn’t of noticed me. Oops. I stood up and walked to the door, opening it cautiously.
The bar seemed empty and closed. It was mostly dark, illuminated only by a few neon beer signs, but I could see that the chairs had all been put on top of the tables. The music had been turned off. I noiselessly crept a few steps forward, desperately trying to formulate my next move. And then, to my utter and complete surprise and delight, I noticed them.
Bryan and Casey were still behind the bar. They were facing each other, their faces so close they were nearly touching noses. The first thing I noticed was the very serious, intense look on both their faces. They were staring at each other so intently that they didn't notice me. That’s when I realized they were moving very slightly, rhythmically. I took another careful step forward and, through the opening in the service bar, I could see the two of them full length.
They were still wearing their bar shirts, but were naked from the waist down, save for tennis shoes. They both had huge, beautiful, stiff erections. Each was reaching in front of the other, slowly, seductively stroking his buddy’s cock.
As I stood unseen in a shadowy corner my sight lines were perfect. Bryan‘s cock had to be 7 1/2 inches long, perfectly straight and very thick, with a pronounced vein running up the underside. He was cut, with a beautiful, shiny, large mushroom head. His trimmed blonde pubes shimmered in what little light the neon beer signs gave off. And his balls, extremely large and very low hanging, swung back-and-forth with each stroke his cock received from Casey.
Casey’s equipment was even bigger by an inch or two, though not as thick, and curved slightly to his right. He was uncut, his foreskin sliding back-and-forth over the head of his cock, making it moist and slippery. His balls were high and tight, covered with dark hair and his pubes were bushy: wild and unkept.
The two coworkers, their eyes still intently locked on each other, continued to work each other‘s cocks. There was no smile on their faces, they looked deadly serious. They didn’t speak, they just serviced the other’s hard penis, occasionally varying their rhythm: a little faster, a little slower, changing the position of their hands, even occasionally cradling the other’s balls with their free hand, feeling the weight, warmth and heft of their friend’s nads.
Even with everything I had had to drink, I was instantly rock hard seeing the spectacle of these two muscle boys playing with each other right there before me. As I watched I quietly unzipped my pants and pulled out my own 7 inch cock. Staying as quiet as I possibly could, I begin to stroke myself as I watched them stroke each other.
Their rhythms became faster and they begin pumping each other‘s cocks with more intensity. I had no idea how long they had been playing but I had the feeling that they were close to finishing up. I stroked my own cock even faster. I don’t know if I groaned or bumped something or my precum made a sharp fapping sound, but, surprised and slightly startled, they both came back to reality and looked my way. They could clearly see me masturbating in the shadows.
“Huh.” Bryan said calmly. “I wondered where you’d gone.” And with that he turned his attention back to Casey and they continued working each other’s dicks. It was as if I wasn’t even there. And that turned me on. I stepped forward to get an even better view, undoing the top of my pants, letting them drop around my ankles as I continued jerking off to these two gorgeous, athletic men.
Their breath was more labored now and their hands serviced the other’s cock ferociously, the movement blurring in the dim light. Casey grunted something nearly unintelligible that sounded like, “Finale time.“ With his left hand Bryan grabbed Casey‘s hairy balls, pulling them straight down as his hand flew up-and-down over his buddy’s erection. Casey gasped quietly. Bryan, taking this as a cue, leaned forward and kissed him full on the lips, an intense, romantic kiss. Their lips met and Bryan‘s tongue found its way into Casey‘s mouth, while never missing a beat as he continued jack hammering the cock down below.
Casey broke away and quickly put an knee on the service sink, effortlessly lurching up so that his hips were well above bar height. Bryan’s hand never left Casey’s cock. He didn’t miss a stroke as he followed his buddy up, his hand working the erection faster and faster. Bryan put one finger of his left hand into his mouth wetting it. Then, with a slight smile on his face, he expertly slid it up his friend’s asshole.
That was it for Casey. He released a huge groan and started to cum. His jizz jettisoned out of his rock hard cock and onto the top of the bar. The dark wood was a perfect contrast to the shimmering white sperm. Three large ropes of cum landed on the walnut surface, but Casey‘s cock wasn’t finished. Voluminous amounts of sticky sperm dripped into a puddle right underneath his huge member. That was enough for me, I knew I was about to cum, and I moaned very loudly.
“Right here,“ Bryan smiled his sexy smile at me, tapping the bar with his forefinger. I put one knee on a stool and launched myself up, directly above Casey’s shimmering jism. My cock released its pent up sperm and I shuddered as hot cum shot out onto the top of the dark bar, mingling and mixing with Casey‘s previous load.
As I came, Bryan, in a single athletic move, vaulted up onto the bar and kneeling there, he began coming as well, stroking his own cock with an intensity and abandon I hadn’t seen before. He shot an even bigger load than Casey had. It was almost as if he hadn't cum in days, though I would guess this was probably his usual spunk amount. Salvo after salvo of thick, sweet, viscous semen splattered onto the bar. He and I came at the same time, our spooge splashing on top of Casey’s, creating a huge, white puddle of cum on the dark bar. The acrid aroma was intoxicating, delicious smelling.
Panting, I climbed off the stool and stood next to the bar, holding the edge of it to support myself. Casey was watching from behind the bar, smiling as he absentmindedly continued to stroke his still hard, moist dick. Bryan remained on the bar, kneeling next to the cum puddle, his magnificent dick still rock hard, a single drop of sperm slowly, obscenely drooling down out of the mushroom head of his cock and dripping onto his thigh.
“You know what I think," he flashed that sexy smile again. “I think you need one more drink.“ He tapped the bar with his forefinger once again.
“Sounds like a great idea.” Casey wasn’t smiling but, instead, stared intently at me.
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I leaned forward, my face to the bar and ran my tongue through the puddle of warm three-man commingled cum. It was delicious: pungent, acrid, salty, masculine. I lapped up a mouthful and swallowed it gratefully. Then I looked up at Bryan and smiled. I could feel the jizz smeared all over my face, slowly dripping off my chin.
Bryan pulled up his black T-shirt and wiped the sweat off his face. He shot me one more of those damn sexy smiles. “And that really is Last Call,” he laughed.
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While traveling for business (I do that a lot) I wound up in Corpus Christi, Texas for a night. Naturally I wanted to hang out in a dark and slightly sleazy (in a good way) gay bar. A quick Google search told me The Hidden Door was the place I wanted. After work that night I Ubered to the bar. By the time I got there it was around 11:00 or so, and, being a Monday, there weren’t many patrons in the bar.
The bartender however was gorgeous. He was in his mid-20's and, from the looks of things, when he wasn’t tending bar he was living at the gym. His black T-shirt had the name of the bar on the back, the sleeves crudely cut off. His arms were muscular and athletic, the muscles rippling up and down and the veins popping. His chiseled face carried a perpetual smile and constantly twinkling mischievous eyes. He was a hopelessly handsome, sure of himself, flirty, blonde stud god.
I grabbed one of the many empty stools at the bar and ordered a beer. “Haven’t seen you in here before.” He flashed a sexy smile that took my breath away. He extended his large hand. “I’m Bryan.“ Flirty? Absolutely. But the good bartenders always are. I knew it didn’t necessarily mean anything other than he knew how to work a good tip.
As the evening wore on Bryan continued to flirt with me, but, of course, he also flirted with every other guy in the place. About 45 minutes after I got there he took his shirt off and I nearly fell off my bar stool when he did. His body was perfect, his pecs rounded from hours at the gym, the nipples quarter sized and hard. There was a slight dusting of dark blond hair on his washboard abs and around his naval that continued down becoming a treasure trail that disappeared into extremely tight jeans, pointing the way to a very impressive and pronounced bulge. He also had a beautiful firm round ass, also accentuated by those heaven-sent tight jeans.
Around midnight another exceedingly hot employee showed up wearing the same kind of black bar T-shirt with the sleeves cut off. He was maybe a couple of years older than Bryan. Turned out he was the bar-back, Casey. His hair was dark, his face rugged though equally as handsome as Bryan's. And like Bryan, he had obviously put in a lot of time at the gym. His jeans were also quite tight and his ass and basket delicious looking. I didn’t get a chance to interact much with him, he was busy stocking bottles and clearing glasses, but when he did talk he was friendly, though clearly very busy. But make no mistake, this was Bryan‘s bar.
I had decided early on that this was going to be a drinking night so in addition to my beers I did a few shots. Bryan even bought me one or two. Over the course of the next couple of hours I got pretty trashed. It was a slow night at the bar so Bryan spent a lot of time chatting and flirting with me. After all, I was the new guy.
A little after one AM there were only two other guys in the bar, so Bryan announced Last Call and put his shirt back on. Like all bartenders, at this point Bryan became all business and the flirtiness evaporated. As the other patrons finished their drinks, Bryan got busy cleaning and organizing with Casey. I headed to the men’s room, collapsing in one of the stalls. My head was spinning from the beer and shots. I leaned against the wall for just a quick moment.
I woke up with a start, having no idea how long I had dozed off. It couldn’t of been very long, but I was still startled for moment. I was in a stall, if someone had checked to see if anyone was in the bathroom they wouldn’t of noticed me. Oops. I stood up and walked to the door, opening it cautiously.
The bar seemed empty and closed. It was mostly dark, illuminated only by a few neon beer signs, but I could see that the chairs had all been put on top of the tables. The music had been turned off. I noiselessly crept a few steps forward, desperately trying to formulate my next move. And then, to my utter and complete surprise and delight, I noticed them.
Bryan and Casey were still behind the bar. They were facing each other, their faces so close they were nearly touching noses. The first thing I noticed was the very serious, intense look on both their faces. They were staring at each other so intently that they didn't notice me. That’s when I realized they were moving very slightly, rhythmically. I took another careful step forward and, through the opening in the service bar, I could see the two of them full length.
They were still wearing their bar shirts, but were naked from the waist down, save for tennis shoes. They both had huge, beautiful, stiff erections. Each was reaching in front of the other, slowly, seductively stroking his buddy’s cock.
As I stood unseen in a shadowy corner my sight lines were perfect. Bryan‘s cock had to be 7 1/2 inches long, perfectly straight and very thick, with a pronounced vein running up the underside. He was cut, with a beautiful, shiny, large mushroom head. His trimmed blonde pubes shimmered in what little light the neon beer signs gave off. And his balls, extremely large and very low hanging, swung back-and-forth with each stroke his cock received from Casey.
Casey’s equipment was even bigger by an inch or two, though not as thick, and curved slightly to his right. He was uncut, his foreskin sliding back-and-forth over the head of his cock, making it moist and slippery. His balls were high and tight, covered with dark hair and his pubes were bushy: wild and unkept.
The two coworkers, their eyes still intently locked on each other, continued to work each other‘s cocks. There was no smile on their faces, they looked deadly serious. They didn’t speak, they just serviced the other’s hard penis, occasionally varying their rhythm: a little faster, a little slower, changing the position of their hands, even occasionally cradling the other’s balls with their free hand, feeling the weight, warmth and heft of their friend’s nads.
Even with everything I had had to drink, I was instantly rock hard seeing the spectacle of these two muscle boys playing with each other right there before me. As I watched I quietly unzipped my pants and pulled out my own 7 inch cock. Staying as quiet as I possibly could, I begin to stroke myself as I watched them stroke each other.
Their rhythms became faster and they begin pumping each other‘s cocks with more intensity. I had no idea how long they had been playing but I had the feeling that they were close to finishing up. I stroked my own cock even faster. I don’t know if I groaned or bumped something or my precum made a sharp fapping sound, but, surprised and slightly startled, they both came back to reality and looked my way. They could clearly see me masturbating in the shadows.
“Huh.” Bryan said calmly. “I wondered where you’d gone.” And with that he turned his attention back to Casey and they continued working each other’s dicks. It was as if I wasn’t even there. And that turned me on. I stepped forward to get an even better view, undoing the top of my pants, letting them drop around my ankles as I continued jerking off to these two gorgeous, athletic men.
Their breath was more labored now and their hands serviced the other’s cock ferociously, the movement blurring in the dim light. Casey grunted something nearly unintelligible that sounded like, “Finale time.“ With his left hand Bryan grabbed Casey‘s hairy balls, pulling them straight down as his hand flew up-and-down over his buddy’s erection. Casey gasped quietly. Bryan, taking this as a cue, leaned forward and kissed him full on the lips, an intense, romantic kiss. Their lips met and Bryan‘s tongue found its way into Casey‘s mouth, while never missing a beat as he continued jack hammering the cock down below.
Casey broke away and quickly put an knee on the service sink, effortlessly lurching up so that his hips were well above bar height. Bryan’s hand never left Casey’s cock. He didn’t miss a stroke as he followed his buddy up, his hand working the erection faster and faster. Bryan put one finger of his left hand into his mouth wetting it. Then, with a slight smile on his face, he expertly slid it up his friend’s asshole.
That was it for Casey. He released a huge groan and started to cum. His jizz jettisoned out of his rock hard cock and onto the top of the bar. The dark wood was a perfect contrast to the shimmering white sperm. Three large ropes of cum landed on the walnut surface, but Casey‘s cock wasn’t finished. Voluminous amounts of sticky sperm dripped into a puddle right underneath his huge member. That was enough for me, I knew I was about to cum, and I moaned very loudly.
“Right here,“ Bryan smiled his sexy smile at me, tapping the bar with his forefinger. I put one knee on a stool and launched myself up, directly above Casey’s shimmering jism. My cock released its pent up sperm and I shuddered as hot cum shot out onto the top of the dark bar, mingling and mixing with Casey‘s previous load.
As I came, Bryan, in a single athletic move, vaulted up onto the bar and kneeling there, he began coming as well, stroking his own cock with an intensity and abandon I hadn’t seen before. He shot an even bigger load than Casey had. It was almost as if he hadn't cum in days, though I would guess this was probably his usual spunk amount. Salvo after salvo of thick, sweet, viscous semen splattered onto the bar. He and I came at the same time, our spooge splashing on top of Casey’s, creating a huge, white puddle of cum on the dark bar. The acrid aroma was intoxicating, delicious smelling.
Panting, I climbed off the stool and stood next to the bar, holding the edge of it to support myself. Casey was watching from behind the bar, smiling as he absentmindedly continued to stroke his still hard, moist dick. Bryan remained on the bar, kneeling next to the cum puddle, his magnificent dick still rock hard, a single drop of sperm slowly, obscenely drooling down out of the mushroom head of his cock and dripping onto his thigh.
“You know what I think," he flashed that sexy smile again. “I think you need one more drink.“ He tapped the bar with his forefinger once again.
“Sounds like a great idea.” Casey wasn’t smiling but, instead, stared intently at me.
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I leaned forward, my face to the bar and ran my tongue through the puddle of warm three-man commingled cum. It was delicious: pungent, acrid, salty, masculine. I lapped up a mouthful and swallowed it gratefully. Then I looked up at Bryan and smiled. I could feel the jizz smeared all over my face, slowly dripping off my chin.
Bryan pulled up his black T-shirt and wiped the sweat off his face. He shot me one more of those damn sexy smiles. “And that really is Last Call,” he laughed.
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