It was nearing closing time and we haven't had a customer in a while. Being a young, twenty-something bartender at the only local dive bar in this shit town can be fun when you're surrounded by toned, curious farm boys. Now though, there's nobody around and I'm bored out of my fucking mind. When it's not busy, I would sometimes browse online for some after work fun, but no luck tonight. I even wore my jock hoping for some action. You know, positive vibes.
Seems that everyone stayed home because of the weather though. I can hear the torrential downpour hitting the roof as I do my final sweep of the bar. Streams of water gush down past the windows, making it nearly impossible to see outside. I turn to our cook, Mike, who just finished in the kitchen.
"I'm almost done, feel free to head out while you can still make it home. This rain is ridiculous."
"You read my mind. See you tomorrow...as long as the bar is still here." he replied with a bit of a laugh as he grabbed his jacket from the back room. He walked to the back door, paused, and threw on his hood, seemingly evaluating how fast he needed to run to his car so he didn't get soaked. After a moment, he worked up the courage and ran through the door into the dark night.
I could barely make out the streak of red from his tail lights as he sped down the road. As I was about to turn my attention to finishing up, I noticed two figures running toward the bar, holding their hands above their heads trying their best to shield themselves from the rain. They quickly made their way up the steps to the entrance and one of them propped open the door and stuck his head in slightly.
"Hey! Uh, can we use your phone? Our car broke down about a mile down the road." he shouted, trying to reach me on the other end of the bar.
"Uh, sure...you can come in. I'm just finishing up here."
They both stepped inside and stood near the doorway, probably so they didn't drip water everywhere. Absolutely soaked from head to toe, their thin jackets hung low from their shoulders, heavy from the downpour. Jeans so wet they could barely stay around their waists, dangling around their sneakers which made swishing sounds when they walked. When they stepped further into the bar, even with the drenched hair and saggy clothes, I could tell they were a little older than me...probably early 40s and were both about 6 feet tall. The one who came in first was a little more muscular than the other and was sporting a nice trimmed beard. I could see the result of his hard workouts through the soggy clothes, which clinged tight to his broad shoulders and toned arms. The second guy entered behind him. He was a bit thinner, but I could tell he also worked out quite a lot. His white t-shirt didn't hide much underneath his dripping wet jacket. He was the cuter of the two, with a pretty face and a bit of rough stubble coating his chiseled chin.
I walked behind the bar, grabbed some small towels, and tossed a couple to each of them.
"Thanks, you're a lifesaver. Our cellphones don't get service out here or else we would have called from the car. We're lucky we found this place or else we would have doubled-back to the car for the night." said the first guy who came in.
"No worries. I'd hate to get stuck out in this too. Here." I grabbed the phone from behind the bar and handed it to him. I slid him a small piece of paper with the tow-truck's number on it. We keep the number handy for various reasons. He dialed and waited. I turned and walked to the other end of the bar, hoping to finish my work. The second guy walked over to me.
"Appreciate you letting us use your phone. We're on a road trip out to San Diego and this is the first trouble we've had. My name's Jon, by the way. And he's Nate"
"Of course. I'm Adrian." I spoke while casually pointing at myself. Nate looked up and nodded before turning back to the phone. He was chatting with someone on the other end.
"Where you guys from?"
"New York"
"Shit, that's quite the trip!"
"Ha, yea. We both just got the itch to travel and are heading down to unwind for a while, maybe rent a little place on the beach and do some surfing." explained Jon.
"That's...
"Fuck!" yelled Nate, looking over our way. "They're backed up because of the storm, so they won't be able to get someone out for a few hours."
Shit, I thought. It was already past closing, but the fact was I didn't have anything else going on. I thought I wasn't gonna get any cock tonight, but these two just fell into my lap. If I play my cards right, I may get lucky after all. Hanging out with them for a couple hours didn't seem like the worst idea. I made the quick decision.
"You can wait here for the tow truck if you want. I don't mind staying until they come to pick you up." I said, glancing over to the two of them. Reaching over, I turned one of the TVs back on and walked over to make sure the door was locked.
"Seriously?!" asked Jon. "That's awesome you would do that for us."
"Yea, my plans fell through tonight anyway and you two seem like you could use some company." With that, I reached down and grabbed a bottle of whiskey and quickly adjusted my jock so the strap stuck out above my pants. Then I reached for the extra shot glasses we keep on a high shelf behind the bar, making sure they could both see it when my shirt pulled up a little. I glanced over my shoulder and saw them staring at my tight ass, smiling. "Here, this should help warm you up a little...on the house." I poured the whiskey out, we held our glasses up, and toasted to San Diego.
"Sucks about your plans." Nate commented. "What's there to do around here at this time of night anyway?"
"Not much." I chuckled. "I was hoping to meet up with a friend but he bailed on me at the last minute." I casually lied.
"Doesn't sound like much of a friend. But hey, we're here for a bit. How about another round on me?" declared Jon. He tossed down some money and I poured three more. We held up our glasses again.
"To new friends." said Nate, smirking.
"New friends." both Jon and I cheered at the same time. I drank the shot and could feel the warmth of the alcohol starting to affect me. Liquor always makes me horny, especially whiskey. I really hope they picked up on my hints. My dick was started to twitch with excitement as I was imagining myself being double-teamed by these studs. The thought of it made my ass hungry for some big cock, sliding deep into my hole. It felt empty, itching to be filled, craving to be bred. I got so lost in my daydream that when I snapped back, I noticed I was staring right at them.
"Speaking of being warm, we should probably get out of some of these wet clothes while we wait." Nate insisted.
"Yea, good idea." agreed Jon.
I think like they picked up on my hints. Time to step it up.
