i Help Close Up the Bar

As soon as I entered the busy watering hole the bartender caught my eye. I
was rooted to the spot, utterly mesmerized by this sexy hunk of manhood.
Eventually I got a hold on myself, ordered a drink and begin to chat with
the customers at the bar. But I did not for long stop watching him out of
the corner of my eye. Once or twice I got the feeling that he saw I was
looking at him and was not puzzled as to why.

It’s not as if I had never been to a bar before and didn’t know that the
bartender is not only used to being the focus of customers’ interest but
also to ignoring it. Still, I hoped that somehow he might be open to an
offer by the end of the night. I bought several drinks over the next three
hours and made sure he registered that I gave larger than customary tips.
Not that I could buy him or anything like that, but at least prepare the
ground to be friendly when the bar closed.

When the last call for orders sounded, I slipped away to the john and
waited for the last customers to be gone before making my presence known. I
sat in a stall and sure enough at last he came in to pee. While he was
forcing out a steady stream I left the stall and stood at the urinal next
to him, blatantly staring at his cock. He saw me and said, “Hey, the bar is
closed, locked up for the night.”

“I know,” I replied, “But I was hoping . . . you might . . .er . . . be
interested in . . . ah . . . .a little . . . uh . . . action.”

“Such as . . .?” he tested my nerve. I just stared him straight in the eye
and licked my lips.

“Yeah, I see what you mean.” he said, just staring back with a wicked
knowing grin. “You wanna suck my cock?” he demanded. When I remained silent
while still staring, my face blushing red, he said, “Well, do you?” I
gulped and nodded. “Get to it, then,” he ordered, dropping his jeans to his
knees.

I had hoped to do it in a stall, especially in case any other employee
should come in. “Here?” I asked plaintively, “Not in there?” He stared
sternly, making no reply. I didn’t want to lose my chance, so I knelt right
there before him. I had thought he was hot, but as I saw his cock and
balls, his muscular thighs and abs, I was transported to the land of Eros.

The fact is that his cock was delicious and I pulled off from time to time
to suck his balls and prolong the event. Cupping his bubble buns, I pulled
him closer and deeper into my mouth, all the way to the hilt. I sucked as
if my life depended on it, which, in a sense, it did, because he would be
dangerous if angry. Then he got into it and held the back of my head and
fucked my face, grunting and groaning much of the time. First there was the
pre cum, sweet as could be, and then finally a gush of hot thick creamy
spunk. Actually, several gushes: he’s a very healthy male. I moaned
appreciatively, sucked as hard as I could, and swallowed hard, over and
over.

When his balls were empty and he pulled out, he held his dick and ran the
still streaming head all over my face. OMG, I loved that. I looked up at
him and he sneered in a dominant way. Then he grabbed my hair and held my
head back a bit and began to piss all over my face. He didn’t have a lot in
him, after peeing before, but it was enough to signify my submission to
him. I pressed my face against his crotch and just purred.

Then he stepped back, zipped up, and said, “Thanks for helping with the
closing up,” as he led me to the front door and locked it behind me. The
cool night air brought me back to reality, but the stars twinkked extra
brightly in the sky.