The Bartender
Table of Contents
Ch. 1 An Experimental Time
Ch. 2 A Treat to be Had By All
Ch. 1 An Experimental Time
Aaron had been serving drinks for another one of Phil's all-night parties. He didn't mind attending these events and helping by setting up the bar then slinging booze for Phil's friends and guests. Occasionally he'd watch Phil slide over to rescue him after a patron or two had a few too many drinks and were beginning to look at Aaron in a whole new and uncomfortable light for the lad. "C'mon," he'd say as he steered the lover back into the room. "Don't bother him, he's just the bartender." The more intoxicated the guests became, the more amorous they became, hitting on him more and more insistently. Eventually, Phil would notice and come to steer the suitor away from his friendly bartender.
Aaron just leaned to the back of the bar, smoked his joints as he smiled, crafting, and slinging the drinks that inebriated the gentlemen's minds for the duration of the party. He watched the guests curling up with each other on the couch, dancing to the lively, canned music and generally carrying on before the event would end. He'd then pack everything down and help put things away before aiding in the clean up then smoke a good night joint with Phil before heading home.
One night, perhaps because of the effect of the weed, or the lively sights of the guest as they frolicked in front of him, or the way his weed made him feel on that night, but he noticed a stirring in his pants. He was still somewhat nervous as his patrons approached him and ordered their drinks., which he dutifully fixed and handed them, but now with different ideas circulating in his head.
Once he and Phil had returned the space to it's full an upright position, the pair sat down on the couch to smoke their joint before Aaron would be on his way back home. Aaron accepted the splife from his friend and looked up at him. "What's it like?" he asked.
"What's what like?" Phill asked as he took a deep toke.
"Sucking a cock," said Aaron, matter-of-factly.
Phil's eyebrows shot up. "Would you like try and find out?" asked Phil gently and smoothly as he looked down and led the lad along.
Aaron looked up into his friends doe soft, brown eyes and merely nodded. Phil took Aaron's hands and placed them at his waist before raising his hands to Aaron's face and his exited lips to the boys. He had secretly been dreaming of this day ever since they had met. He slid his tongue between the boy's supple lips and into his warm mouth, thinking of how his cock would feel sliding through the warm, wet orifice and down his wet and willing throat.
Sliding his hands down, he gently took Aaron's timid fingers and proceeded to undo his fly and pull the zipper down while probing the lad's tonsils with his grateful tongue. Wiggling his hips, he eased the waistband of his pants down while subtly teaching his friend how and where to put his hands to help.
Still kissing Aaron's luscious lips, he hooked a thumb into the now exposed waistband of his underwear and exposed just the head of his cock. Sliding his hand to the hair on the back of his lover's head, he applied slight pressure. Aaron bowed under this pressure and dipped his head. Opening his eyes, he witnessed the throbbing and angry, purple head of Phil's cock approaching. He smiled, realizing he was about to experience his first taste of this gorgeous looking cock. As he sank, he felt his jaws parting further and sit dripping from them.
"You're eager," Phil chuckled softly as he applied a little more pressure to Aaron's exposed neck then feeling his friend's decent accelerate into his crotch.
Aaron closed his eyes and felt the head of Phil's cock slip between his lips and the pressure from Phil's hands on his neck complete their circuit. His lips closed around Phil's shaft entered and he moaned softly.
"Sounds like you do like it, Aaron," smiled Phil as he began to pump his hips up and down, sliding his prong into Aaron's hungry mouth getting harder than Chinese trigonometry as he watched his prong disappearing in and out of Aaron's soft, wet mouth and listened to his soft, low moans of delight.
Finally, the head of his dick gently bushed the back of Aaron's soft, inviting throat. "Open up, Aaron," he invited. "I want to try something with you," he mentioned as he slid his hips off the couch and a hand holding Aaron's sweet mouth exactly where it was.
Now that he was standing with his friend kneeling in front of him, he slid his hands to the back of Aaron's head and gazed into the lad's deep blue eyes before beginning to pop his cock in and out of the boy's throat, rubbing the lad's soft, smooth flesh and making him harder and harder. "That's the boy," Phil said as he looked down on his young lover's mouth being slammed into by his hearty prong. "You look perfect doing that right there," he mused as the lad shifted and smiled at the compliment. "Like you were meant to," he smiled. As he continued to pump his hips and dip the head of his dick in and out of the boy's soft throat.
"Would you like to try something else," Phil asked in a sultry voice. Aaron merely nodded, so mesmerized by Phil's dick he was. Phil eased his friend's lips off his cock and proceeded to stand him um. Arron's face was slightly glazed and cherry red When Phil's eyes met his. Phil wrapped his arms around the lad's neck and smothered Aaron's delicious lips with his own. "You look so hot!", he moaned as the pair came up for air again.
He began to walk backward down his darkened hallway with Aaron's chin in his hands, kissing his luscious lips and leading him on. Aaron was floating along right after his friend, caught up in exactly the same feeling as his friend.