The Back of the Bar

I has finally waved off the last of them, my co-workers. Our manager had been suggesting a team building night out for ages, I just didn’t think she’d want to go through with it. I had spent the most of Friday evening in a restaurant with the girls from finance, pretending to find their stories funny. It was only 10.30pm when they decided to call it a night, I was more than happy to end it too.

I walked home the usual way past the bars and nightlife, coming up to what I’d assumed was the only gay bar in town, a dingy little bar, red brick, with a red neon sign saying “CHARLIE’S” and if you got close enough, an a4 sized rainbow flag in the window. “Fuck it, why not?”, I muttered heading to the door, I wasn’t going to let work ruin my whole Friday night.  On entrance the bar seemed ok, red lit inside too with an old jukebox playing in the corner. Retro.  There were a couple of booths and tables scattered about and there couldn’t have been more than 8 guys in there, slow deep mumbles of conversation echoed around under the music.  I took a seat on a stool at the bar, purposely opposite the obvious drunk guy who by the looks of things, couldn’t keep his eyes open.  “What can I get ya handsome?”, a deep voice asked, the barman stood in front of me in a tight black tee. He definitely stood out, he was probably in his early 30s with an old school handle bar moustache and an almost mohawk buzzed haircut. Very sure of himself.  I’ll just get a beer please”, I answered, sounding more sheepish than I intended. He winked and headed to the fridge. A couple moments later a cold green bottle was put in front of me “Here alone then?”, he asked with a grin. “Well I was out with some work colleagues which was a bit of a drain...”, I was pretty certain that I was divulging more than I needed to,“But, yeah, here alone”, I finished.  The barman smiled as he collected some nearby empty pint glasses, “well you ain’t bad to look at whilst I end my shift“, he smirked.

I sat and sunk my beer slowly, pausing to check my phone mindlessly, I didn’t get a chance to speak to him much as he cleaned and served other people.  It was nearing midnight when I overheard him “Right, I’m off, Bradley‘s here now so he will close down with you”, he told the other staff member as he took his apron off and put it under the till. He turned around as he did so, eyeing me up. He was making sure I’d heard. I looked at him, smirking back, making sure he knew I had and with that he strutted out of the bar, giving me the subtlest of nods as he approached the door. I’m not sure if it was the fact I’d been drinking all night with the work girls, or the sudden injection of adrenaline from his nod but I swigged with last mouthful of beer and grabbed my coat.   

I got outside about 40 seconds after he’d left, the night was getting crisp now so I put my coat on. “Evenin’ again”, a voice came from the street. I turned to see him stood there, leaning with his left foot on the wall smoking a cigarette. “Are you following me?”, he questioned in an almost playful tone. “Ah, I, erm, I thought you wanted..”, I stuttered, afraid I’d completely read the situation wrong. “Good“, he interrupted. He flicked his cigarette into the road and turned left down an alley way behind the bar. I followed him. It was dimly lit, I could only make out the dark red brick walls and the night sky above. He stopped and turned to face me, leaning again against the wall. I didn’t know how to make the first move, “I like your earring”, I broke the silence. I like your earring?! “Fuck sake”, I thought. ‘Oh yeah?“, he answered “You’ll love this then”, he sniggered as he undone his belt. I watched on in awe as he pulled down his zipper to his jeans, he wasn’t wearing any underwear, so with his left hand, he reached into the opening in the front of his trousers and tugged his cock out. a metallic clang like a set of keys rang out as his thick meat flopped out with chunky silver ring through the end.  He looked up at me and smiled, “What do you think?”, he asked. “FUCK!, I was not expecting that”, I answered while he tried to hold back a proud laugh. He pulled me by my shirt towards him and kissed me deeply, I could taste the beer and cigarette in his mouth, it was new to me and turned me on so much. His hands grabbed down my back, pulling me closer into him, he grabbed my arse cheek tight and slapped it over my work trousers. The kissing was getting more passionate when he started tugging at my belt. “Undo it”, he demanded, so I didn’t hesitate. Then he yanked down my trousers and briefs with one hand and spat onto the other. We carried on kissing, strings of saliva connecting our to tongues and lips then I felt his hand, wet with spit slide in between my arse cheeks and onto my hole. “Smooth hole huh?”, he whispered eagerly as I bit my lip and nodded. He fingered his spit into me, sliding one and then two fingers in and out, loosening me up. I moaned a little which got him riled up as he finger fucked me. I couldn’t resist it anymore, I turned around and pulled my trousers down to my ankles, hiked my shirt up and put both hands up on the opposite wall. I pushed my arse out to face him, legs apart so he could see my now sloppy, pink, smooth hole. He eagerly walked to wards me, slapping his hard dick on his hand, spitting on it and getting it slicked up. I felt his hands grab my hips, pulling me back, my hole was puckering at the thought of getting ploughed in that alley way.  Then I felt a cold sensation against my wet hole, it was his piercing..... FUCK.