I was a bit sad that I hadn't heard back from James. I wanted to be more intimate with him. I wanted him to kiss his soft lips again. I guess my Step-dad had really scared him off. Or maybe he confessed to his fiancé about what had happened. I was so confused about what I really wanted. All I could think about was my step-dad pushing inside me.
My step-dad was in California this weekend, attending a construction parts convention. Mom usually worked overnight shifts at the hospital. I had just graduated from college, and was home for the summer holiday. This weekend was the perfect time for me to further explore my bi side. Nobody would notice me coming home in the early morning hours. It was time to go back to the only gay bar in town.
I nervously pushed the door to the bar open. I looked around and slowly walked inside. Luckily, it was so crowded and noisy that even the bartender barely noticed me. I bought a beer from him, and headed to the back of the bar. The booth where we sat last time was empty. I knew it would be nice and quiet back there. Nobody was really interested in the boring part of the bar. Most of the guys wanted a spot near the dance floor. I slowly drank my beer, glancing up at the half-naked couples sweating on the dance floor.
They all looked pretty much like my step-dad. They had big hanging bellies and sweaty hairy chests. Some of the guys had nipple piercings and big brass belt buckles. Most of them were too busy to notice me sitting in the dark corner. I wondered how many of these guys were hiding who they were. Maybe they were also here exploring their bi side.
I nervously peeled the label off of my beer. I started thinking about approaching the dance floor. It would be kind of fun dancing with these hot half naked guys. I'm sure they would all want to dance with me. I shrugged my shoulders, and took another cold sip. I would need a lot more than one beer to work up the courage to approach anyone. I was still really worried, and didn't want to bump into anyone I knew. Three beers coupled with my nervousness really made me need to pee.
I walked away from my little booth, and swung the big wooden bathroom door open. The half-naked men on the dance-floor were way too busy dancing away to notice me. The place was even more crowded than before. The smell of sweat and hairy men hit my nose hard.
I took a deep breath and started to pee. A burly shirtless guy stood in the urinal next to mine. He had a metal piercing through each nipple, and sweat dripped down his a big hairy chest. On his head he was wearing one of those big hats they wore in Texas. I admired his level of confidence. It was so hot seeing guys like him, who didn't really care what people thought. His style was so hot, I could only dream of being like him. I slowly started to pee, realizing there was a weird tingling sensation running down my body. I was trying my best not to stare at him.
He reached into his zipper and fumbled around. He struggled with it a little bit more, and slowly pulled it out. It was the widest cock I had ever seen. It was almost the size of a small beer can. It wasn't as long as mine, but it was at least twice as thick. Just as I finished peeing, his voice broke the awkward silence. Our eyes met for a brief moment, he clearly caught me staring.
"Hey partner, you like what you see?"
I was a bit startled by his drawn out Texan accent. It was very clear he wasn't from around my small town. He took my hand and we held his thick cock while he finished peeing. He was oddly warm in my closed hand. I could barely wrap my hand around his cock, which was now swelling up in my hands.
"Let's go into the stall." The big hairy stranger suggested, as his hand squeezed my ass from behind.
He took my hand and led me inside the bathroom stall. He locked the stall door behind us, and sat on the closed toilet lid. The two of us could barely squeeze inside the cramped bathroom stall. He undid his brass belt buckle, and pulled his jeans down. He wasn't wearing any underwear and his massive cock popped right up. A small string of pre-cum slid out of his thick circumcised tip.
"You want some Texas meat?" He asked, smiling down underneath his hat.
I got down on my knees in front of him. His cock was so big and wide, I had to stretch my jaw all the way open to get it in my mouth. His took my hands, and placed them on his chest. I sucked him slowly at first, taking my time to 'pop' him in and out of my mouth. Once I was able to get more in my mouth, I sucked him harder and harder. I did my best to get as much in my mouth as I possibly could. I pinched his hard pierced nipples and finally got most of his cock in my mouth. It swelled up even wider, making it more difficult for me to handle.
"Oh man, you're good at this!" he bellowed.
He took my hands off his chest, and he guided them to his clean shaven balls. I held his massive balls in place, while he jerked himself off. He kept smacking it in and out of my mouth. It wasn't long before he let out a long load moan.
"Come here you little slut!" He yelled.
He grabbed my head hard, and pushed my head into his cock. This time I got all the way to his balls, as his thick double load filled up every part of my swollen mouth. Without saying a word, he pulled his cock out of my mouth. He stood up off the toilet, and pulled his pants back up. He did his belt buckle back up and left the bathroom. I was still on my knees with his load all over the inside off my mouth. I was in shock I was able to handle such a huge cock. I guess everything really is bigger in Texas.
I got up off my knees and headed out of the bathroom. I needed to buy another beer to wash the taste out of him out of my mouth. I headed back to my little booth, and slowly drank the fourth beer I just bought.
There he was over on the dance floor. I wonder if he told his dance partner about what he just did. I wonder if his dance partner knew how thick and juicy he was. I wonder if his dance partner knew about the athletic jock in the corner. I wonder if they knew that I was rock hard thinking about him.
It looked like he took a break from his dance partner. The Texan was sitting with another beefy guy he met at the bar. They were joking around and drinking shots together. Maybe I would finally meet a guy who I could be comfortable with. Holy shit! No, it couldn't be him! He was supposed to be out of town getting supplies for his business. I needed to get out of this place before my Step-Dad noticed me.
I could see the look of horror on my Step-dads face. Our eyes met for a brief moment, as he looked at me from across the bar. I had no idea if the Texan had told him what just happened. I knew my Step-Dad was doing his best to pretend he didn't see me. The Texan stopped talking to my Step-Dad and headed over to me.
My step-dad watched from the bar as he asked me to dance. I was a bit shy to be seen with in middle of the dance floor. I finally agreed to dance with him. I tried to ignore my step-dad staring at us dancing from where he was at the bar.
The Texan took my hands, and slowly grinded his body against mine. Our cocks pressed together between our jeans, just under his belt buckle. When the lights where dim enough, he kissed me on the lips and grabbed me through my jeans zipper. I wanted to crouch down and suck him off again. I wanted him to shoot another load in my mouth. I knew my Step-Dad was so jealous. I knew he couldn't do anything, it was the perfect blackmail.
His hands slid inside my jeans, and he grabbed my ass hard. He even slid his finger between my ass-cheeks, gently teasing my whole. His pierced nipples pressed into my soft cotton T-shirt. I turned my head back and smiled at my Step-Dad. He was still red in the face with embarrassment.
