Bartending the Football Team

The next morning it was raining when I woke, not little gentle rain, big ass drops! Worse, it looked like it was going to set in. I messed around most of the day, achieving little. I geared up around 2.30pm and headed for the resort. The place was dead quiet and truthfully, they could have manned the bar without me. Bored, my mind wandered to reflect on last night, I got hard in the process. I realised I had better focus on something else, before I ended up way too horny, with no place to blow.

Around four I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket

Can we meet? I know you worked me out. Footy club guy.

Fuck I thought, this whole fucken club is gay and none of them have the balls to do each other.

When? I texted back.

Now, I see you’re working today.

I instantly looked up, conscious I was being watched. I took in the bar trade and worked out that Joe and Andy could cover for me with ease. I couldn’t go outside, too wet.

I’ll be in the member’s billiard room in 10 minutes. I sent back.

The member’s pool room contained three billiard tables and a few pinball machines along one wall. It was away from the general public and the lounges, but open for members to walk into unrestricted. There was nothing to stop the general public from venturing in, but most didn’t know it even existed. I thought it a quiet place to at least scope this guy, see what the deal was. It wasn’t completely private, but no one had used it all day and the lounges were quiet.

It dawned on me that I shouldn’t be mixing work and pleasure, but I started the shift horny and this just added to it. I asked the guys to cover for me and headed off. ‘Which one was this?

When I arrived, the guy had his back to me playing with the billiards score slides on the wall. He turned around as I closed the door. What the fuck!

My mind went into overdrive, it was Brian! He had set me up and now in this isolated place he was planning to beat the shit out of me for embarrassing him.

Or was he? What if? My brain processed every possibility at once. I kept walking forward on auto-pilot, my posture and expression neutral. I decided to go for broke, I had nothing to lose. If he wanted to, he could easily hurt me, badly.

“On your knees cock sucker” I said in a sure directive no bullshit tone. Fuck! My insides were like jelly.

“What! Here?” he pleaded. “Someone might come in”. I stopped two foot directly in front of him.

“knees cock sucker”. I repeated as I started to remove my rapidly hardening dick.

“Wait, can’t we go somewhere else?” I just looked down at my shaft now extended from my fly, I gripped it at the base. I looked back up and directly into his eyes.

“Now!” I said with force.

“Oh Christ, oh fuck, you’re a shit, you know that!” He half bent over as if his brain was fighting his body, before he knew it, he was on his knees. I took a step forward and my cock was enveloped by his almost unwilling, but none the less, desperate mouth.

His lips took hold of my shaft as I placed my hands on the sides of his head, guiding his rhythm and being careful not to let him gag. Pointless in scaring the guy, if it was his first time. He was having a real go.

“Get your dick out,” I directed, without a trace of empathy. He fumbled around getting his belt and fly open, finally freeing his rock-hard meat. I lent down close to his ear. “Tell me you’re a cock sucker!”. I held him off my dick. “Punk!”

“I’m a cock sucker, I’m a cock sucker!” he gasped out in a desperately excited state.

“You are! Punk, a dirty cock sucker!” He nodded a violent ‘yes’, without surrendering his vacuum. It was truly excellent!

This went on for the best part of five minutes, when I decided to see how far I could take it.

“On your feet,” I said, as I dragged him off my pole. Dazed he didn’t know what to do. “Over the corner, legs apart!” I instructed.

“No man, no man, don’t make me do that! I’ve never done that man, please don’t make me do that, please man.” I stood behind him and pushed him toward the corner of the pool table kicking his legs slightly apart.

“Anyone could come in! Please man!” he was pleading now.

“Stop your whining! Get your face on the mat”. I firmly pushed his torso down to the green table felt, he complied, all the time fearfully complaining.

I knelt behind him and placed a hand on each cheek of his muscled football arse, it was magnificent. I parted his firm moons and pressed my tongue to his ring, his musk rising through my nostrils. I returned again and again licking the length of his crack and introducing him to rimming 101. His pleas changed to ‘Oh my god, oh god’, intermixed with guttural deep moans. He hadn’t ever known such pleasure.

I stood.

“Good huh, punk?” He nodded an exaggerated affirmative, unable to speak. “Hold your cheeks apart punk, I’m fucking you”

“Please don’t man, please, I don’t think I can take it.”

“Shut the fuck up and do as you’re fucken told, you dead shit! You don’t know what you can take!”

“Please man!”

I returned to my rimming and worked my tongue in deeper. I substituted a finger here and there and surprisingly; he did start to loosen. Between licks, I lubed my cock by spitting in the palm of my hand and coating my rod. I was almost ready, I had 2 fingers in him now and there were more groans than complaints. I stood.

“Time for your fucking punk.” He visibly shook.

“Oh man, can we please go somewhere else?” As I placed my knob to his ring, he realised I wasn’t going to stop. He started with the abuse “You’re a bastard man, a fucken bastard, you know that!”. I applied a little pressure; fuck he was tight.

“Jesus man, don’t do this, I can’t, take it out”.

I lowered myself to his ear, a final time.

“Listen you piss ant fucker; I’m taking your arse here and now and you’re helping”. I grabbed a handful of his hair and gently but firmly pulled his head back, he froze but wasn’t fighting.

“Gently push on your arse like you’re trying to shit, yeah that’s it, now again, yeah that’s my punk’. With each muscle push, I entered him an inch more, I was slow but relentless.

When he felt my pubes press against his arse, I felt relief flow through his body.

“You’ve got Seven inches in you punk, seven inches of solid cock deep in your man pussy!”

Once he’d adjusted to my girth, I started a gentle rock, back and forth. The spit mixed with his apprehension sweat, was more than enough lube. I found him taking me easier and easier as his ring expanded to accommodate his fucking. Despite himself he let out a groan or two. I moved forward taking a firm grip on his hips and really started to fuck, I was in virgin heaven.

It was my turn to start with the abuse.

“Tell me to fuck you closet boy! Tell me you want it bad!” I started.

“You love cock, don’t you? Tell me punk!” He started quietly, embarrassed. “Speak up!” I commanded.

“Fuck me, fuck me,” he declared, gaining volume as he allowed himself to be taken, “Oh Christ, oh Christ fuck me, please fuck me!”

I reached around and found his 6 inches hard as steel. I placed one hand on his shoulder for leverage, and used my other to pump his cock. All the time working his arse with everything I had.

“I’m going to cum in you punk, plant my seed. How you feel about that boy?” I was covered in sweat.

“Do it, do it, fill my cock sucking arse!” I had him. I started to feel the twinge in my balls, I wasn’t going to last long at this rate.

I tensed, driving deep and with a final thrust, stayed buried.

“You’re mine now punk, you’re fucken owned!” I declared as I dragged him vertical and pumped his cock frantically. His ring tightened around my softening rod, he blew a massive load across the floor in anguished, desperate relief.

*

I held my place for a few more seconds, before slowly withdrawing my manhood. He lent forward gripping the table, heaving to catch his breath. My breathing wasn’t much better, but I wanted to recover before he did. The public nature of our situation finally dawning on me, I took deep breaths and forced myself to swallow.

I re-hitched my belt, tucked my shirt as best I could with it sticking to my skin. As I straightened, he stood, deciding he needed to get his jeans back up. He locked wide eyes with me, still more than a little in shock at his twenty-minute ordeal. I held his gaze, zipped my fly and left with a single word.

“Owned!”

When I returned to the bar, I was reeling from what had gone down. The place was just as quiet but Andy was suddenly concerned for my state of dishevelment.

“What happened to you?” He asked.

“I just fucked the hell out of one of the footballers, what do you think I’ve been doing,” I replied.

“What!” he shrieked, smiling, “be serious, you look like you’ve run a marathon”.

“I think I ate something ordinary,” deciding if the truth wasn’t going to work, maybe food poisoning would.

“Go home then,” he said, “we don’t need you here, it’s fucken dead quiet.”

“I will, tell Stewart for me will you,” I asked as I decided to take the rest of the shift off. Bonus!

When I got home, I took a long warm shower and planned to do nothing but veg out. What a wild event! An hour later my phone buzzed to life with two short vibrations. It was Brian.

Bar said you went home.

You could have said something you know, anything! I told you it was my first.

I suddenly felt guilty that I’d nailed his arse. Then I felt pleased with myself for holding my nerve in what could have gone very pear shaped. I returned to the screen.

You know you had fun. Not many guys have a first time that wild!I sent.

Get over yourself and get ready for the next guy. It’s who you are, you’re lucky to find you.

I hit send all the while, thinking; ‘In coming!’

I watched the phone for the next forty minutes, increasingly worried I’d gone too far.

Well?I finally messaged.

How come you never give ground? You’re a bastard! Came his answer.

You like bastards, I picked that as well.I sent, knowing that wasn’t actually the case.

Can we see each other tomorrow? My dicks hard again!

Didn’t take him long, i thought.

Your dick maybe hard, but your arse will be tender. I work on Thursday, maybe see you then.

I decided I’d send one last message.

BTW don’t do anything stupid, you like dick, it’s no big deal.

Nothing stupid. He replied, knowing what I meant. I’m catholic, a cock sucking catholic LOL.

I sent him a smiley face and went back to the television.