I saw you walk out the back door of the bar just seconds after setting your nearly empty bottle on the counter. It was kind of early, and I was surprised to see you leave. When you pulled on your boots, those "faded in the right spots" 501s, and the deep red and black flannel, we usually welcomed tourists until the wee hours at Jake's. I watched closely for a second to see if anyone was following you. Maybe you made contact without me noticing. But the thought of you walking back there, standing in that outfit, waiting for me? Paired with knowing your cock is throbbing and needs release, I already noticed a wet spot on your Levi's.
It's a known spot just to the right of the back door--a shed or storage area where various wooden boxes and supplies are kept since there's no room in this small bar. It wasn't uncommon for horny guys to sit in the dark, hoping to catch the attention and relief of a fellow patron. The anonymity, with a touch of voyeurism, right on the edge of the parking lot, wasn't for everyone, but alpha men loved to get serviced and sometimes reciprocated for some damn hot times on the way to their cars.
Then I made my move--or rather, I gathered the courage to finish my drink and walk out the back door myself. Just as the door closed, I felt a hand reach out and grab a handful of my family jewels. My eyes hadn't adjusted yet, so it was too dark to see who it was, but I reached out and did the same. At first, my aim was off, and I grazed a belt buckle. I slid down the fly. As each button passed my fingertips, I realized it was you. I took my other hand, reached back, and grabbed a handful of that beautiful, round ass. Your body makes me so hot. Just as I pulled you closer, I realized we weren't alone as my eyes began to adjust to the darkness.
We were being watched.
I wondered if I'd still get all your attention or if you'd motion for him to come closer once you started sucking my throbbing cock.
As much as I wanted you for myself, I think I'd call the guy over. While he ran his hands all over your gorgeous body, playing with and pinching your nipples, you could reach down and pull the cock out of his jock. I could take turns sucking both of you. Then I could stand up, and one of you could go to your knees. We could keep swapping blowjobs for a long time. The best part would be when he was on his knees, sucking your cock--I could kiss you the entire time. With your gorgeous pecs, I'd squeeze your nipples, run my hand down between your ass cheeks. I could feel the moisture from sweat down there, push my fingers against your hole, pull my hand back up, and slip my fingers between our lips so we could both taste your ass.
I wouldn't let him take your cock from the depths of my throat. Just as he leaned back in disbelief, I reached around and latched my hands onto your ass cheeks. My fingers tapped your hole.
I could see the idea planted in his head! He quickly shifted around to your sweet ass and buried his face between your mounds while I held them apart.
Then he spoke.
"Follow my lead."
At that moment, he reached up, wrapped a hand around your balls, and placed the other on the back of my head, pushing me deeper onto your cock. My tongue slid around like a madman on the underside of your shaft as he pressed your balls against my chin. Little did either of us know, he had a wide tongue like Mick Jagger and the length of Gene Simmons. He lifted his hand off the back of my head just as he shoved that tongue into your starfish.
You weren't expecting that, and your natural reaction was to thrust your hips forward.
Then he returned his hand to the back of my head and pushed me farther down onto your cock, holding me there tight as his tongue worked your ass again.
I looked up, and your hands were behind your head, fingers interlocked, being serviced by two masculine men at the same time. We had four points of stimulation going: my lips around your cock, my tongue playing with your urethra, our newfound buddy caressing your balls, and, of course, his massive tongue fucking your ass.
