A Cub Finds a New Team

That was pretty much my college life.  Study hard, play some IM football games, and fuck with my gay friends.  I never dated anyone and most of my sex was done in a group scene.   My senior year started out the same and one Friday I was supposed to meet some friends at a gay bar downtown.   I got there really early since I mis-read the text message.  I walked in and there was only the bartender and a couple other older guys at the bar.  I sat down and ordered a beer and waited for everyone to show up.  

When they hadn’t arrived after 20 minutes, I read the message again and realized that I was going to have to wait at least an hour more. One of the older guys left and the other moved down closer to me. I’m sure most of the college students wouldn’t think he was hot, but I did. He was a muscular bear and what I thought I might look like in ten or fifteen years. He introduced himself to me as Frank and we started to chat. He bought me a beer and when I was half way through it I had to go take a leak.

I excused myself and headed to the bathroom. Taking my spot at the first urinal, I unzipped and and started to piss. When I finished, I washed my hands and was about to leave when Frank walked in to the bathroom. He looked straight at me and pushed me to the wall and started to kiss me. I was surprised, but I didn’t fight back. We were two guys in a gay bar and we both knew we were attracted to each other. We kissed for what seemed like an hour but was only a few minutes and our hands groped each other. He grabbed my balls through my pants and I moaned. He unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and was on his knees sucking my cock before I knew it. It felt so good and he really knew how to give head. He got me hard and dripping and I was getting ready to blow my load down his throat when he stood up and pulled me into the stall. He turned around and pushed his pants down and there was his gorgeous hairy ass in front of me.

“Fuck me Mike” was all he said. I spread his butt and rubbed my leaking cock around his hairy hole and heard him whimper. I spit on my hand and covered my cock with it and spit again and got some into his hole. I pushed in, then spit again on my cock head and then pushed harder until I felt his hole open up. It felt like heaven being inside him and I started to fuck him. I had never fucked anyone in a public place like that. Anyone could have walked in and found us but I didn’t care. His moans and growls turned me on as I fucked him and the harder I fucked the more vocal he was. I couldn’t keep my cock from shooting any longer and I planted my cock all the way in and held him tight as my cock shot a huge load inside him. I pulled my cock out and he spun around really fast and sat down on the toilet, licking my cock clean of all the cum on it. We pulled our jeans up and he gave me a quick kiss. I could taste my cum while we kissed. We walked back to the bar and sat down and he smiled at me. He reached over and grabbed my phone and then gave me his number. He finished his beer off and kissed me on my cheek and then left the bar.

I sat there for a few moments and the bartender came over. I was the only one left in the bar but we both knew that wouldn’t last long. The Friday afternoon rush would soon be here. The lull before the storm, I suppose.

“It looked like you had a good time in the john” the bartender told me.

I blushed and said “yeah, I did. Sorry about that, I don’t normally do things like that in a public place.”

“You could have fooled me. You pounded him like a pro” the bartender said.

I looked back at him and my jaw must have been down around my feet. “You saw it?” I asked.

“Yeah, we have cameras everywhere to make sure things don’t get too far out of hand” he replied.

“Shit. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again” I said panicked that he was going to throw me out or call the cops.

“Hey, don’t worry. I enjoyed it. I’m just surprised that you weren’t the one getting fucked. I’ve never seen Frank take cock before” he told me.

I didn’t know what to say. I sipped my beer and wished he would disappear and my friends would show up. “So, he’s a regular here?” I finally asked.

“Yeah, he comes in most every afternoon after he gets off work. Has a beer or two. Sometimes fucks a guy in the bathroom or storage room and goes home. He’s been kind of quiet the past few months since his partner died in a car crash. I was actually happy to see him go after you in the john. Maybe he’s getting back to his old self” the bartender said as a few people walked in the door. The crowd slowly filled the bar and finally my friends showed up. We drank and shot some pool. I eventually went home alone and laid there in bed thinking of Frank.