The cold hit him before the darkness did. Wyatt let the door swing shut behind him and stood for a second while his eyes adjusted. Outside, the July sun had bleached the color out of everything. The sidewalks shimmered, the parked cars looked soft around the edges, and the air had that wavering quality that made the whole town seem like it might dissolve if you stared at it long enough. Inside the Tool Shed, it was cool enough to forget there was a desert waiting on the other side of the walls. Palm Springs in the summer can be a bit slow in the middle of the day. Most guys are sleeping off the adventures from the night before or laying around a resort pool somewhere wearing next to nothing.
There wasn't much to see as far as a crowd went into the bar. Four men occupied the far end of the bar, all of them old enough to have gone gray without caring about it. Probably in their 50’s or 60’s but all in great shape. Better than most guys half their age back home in Montana. One leaned over his beer telling a story, the others interrupting him before he reached the good parts, arguing over details they'd probably argued over a dozen times already. Nobody seemed in a hurry to be anywhere else. Wyatt found himself smiling. The scene reminded him of the café outside Livingston where ranchers drifted in before sunrise for coffee that tasted burned and conversations that always began with the weather. These men, however, looked more like successful businessmen enjoying early retirement.
The bartender glanced over, and Wyatt's attention shifted. He was also probably pushing fifty, broad through the shoulders with thick forearms and the kind of chest that came from years of moving heavy things instead of posing in front of mirrors. His beard had gone mostly silver, but it suited him. Nothing about him looked manufactured. Even the tattoos had faded into his skin the way old scars did.
Wyatt realized he was staring and looked away, suddenly conscious of the sweat drying across his own tank top. He'd come straight from the gym in shorts and flip-flops, thinking only about finding air conditioning and a cold beer. He cleaned pools a few days a week in the mornings and had even found a couple nights available to gogo at one of the local bars. So his afternoons were always free.
Wyatt stepped up to the opposite end of the bar where the men and bartender were gathered. He climbed up onto a barstool and smiled as the bartender walked over.
"What can I get you?" the bartender asked.
His voice was low and unhurried, as if the afternoon itself had settled into it. "Just a draft beer."
"What kind would you like?"
Wyatt looked at the row of tap handles and said "You pick. I trust you. I’ll take anything that’s cold."
The bartender's mouth tugged into the hint of a smile. He turned to the taps and poured with practiced ease. Wyatt watched him without meaning to. There was something reassuring about his movements. Slow and deliberate no wasted motion. Almost calming. He seemed like someone comforable in his own skin. Unlike Wyatt who worked out like a beast daily to compensate for his insecurity and need to want guys to like him. Ever since he got into gymnastics as a kid, he noticed the attention it gained him. And some things never change. As an example, he could have very well gone home and changed after the gym. But instead, he had opted to venture out wearing the skimpy tank top and loose soccer shorts, with the waistband stretched out enough to show off the top of his jockstrap if he lifted his arms over his head for any reason. Of course it was also hot as fuck, so the less clothing the better for a Palm Springs summer.
The bartender set the beer down in front of Wyatt and asked if he wanted to start a tab. Wyatt had only brought in $20 bucks to make sure he didn’t overspend. Money was still tight, so hewas trying his best to stick to the budget. He laid the $20 on the bar next to his car keys and phone and said he was only going to have a couple. The bartender rang up his beer and left his change on the bar next to his beer before turning and walking back to the group of men to refill some drinks.
Wyatt always drank fast when he was a bit nervous. Before he knew it, he had finished the beer and when the bartender looked over, he ordered another beer and a shot, hoping that would ease his nerves a little. Sure enough it did the trick. By the time he was halfway done with the second beer, the shot had calmed down his nerves, and he had joined the conversation across the bar. The men were asking him about his recent move to Palm Springs, about his work and what part of town he had found an apartment in. They were all being a bit flirty and Wyatt was eating up the attention.
If he was honest with himself, this was a regular thing. He worked out and wore revealing gym clothes because he liked when men looked at him and gave him attention. After a few drinks he always found himself flirting back and being a bit of tease.
Wyatt was having a good time chatting and flirting with the men and the bartender. He had made a trip to the bathroom earlier and noticed the way they checked out his body as he walked by.
When he realized that his beer was gone and that he had only enough money left for a tip, he started to say his goodbyes. The bartender was pouring more drinks for the other men as Wyatt stood up and crossed the bar to make one more trip to the restroom before taking off.
When Wyatt came back into the bar one of the men asked if he was sure he didn't want to stay for one more drink. Wyatt said he would love to, but he had to stick to the budget. The bartender grinned a mischievous smile as he said, “You know, I’m sure these guys could help you out. We are enjoying your company. Here, next beer is on me while we find a good solution to your problem.” Wyatt smiled, agreed and took his seat again at the far end of the bar, and the bartender brought over another beer.
The guys all started chatting about Wyatts' work again and asked if he had any other parttime work ideas. Wyatt told them about a few applications he had dropped off at different places. He said he had even dropped a resume to be the bar back here at the Tool Shed but never heard anything back.
The bartender had the sexy mischievous grin again and said “ I have an idea how we can help out our buddy here.” He turned to the four guys and said “How about each of you guys put $20 bucks on the bar. Here, I’ll start..” The bartender took a $2) out of his tip jar and laid it on the bar in front of the men. They each quickly dug in their pockets and slapped the cash on the bar to see where the bartender was going with this. After the last bill hit the counter, the bartender picked it up and counted the $100 bucks before laying it back on the bar in a nice, neat stack. Then he turned to Wyatt and said. “How about this. We want you to stay and keep having a good time with us. So, we will trade you this stack of cash for something of your choice.” Wyatt smiled and said “ That sounds like a great idea, but I don’t really have anything to trade.” Quickly one of the other guys jumped in and said “Sure you do! We’re all enjoying those thick biceps. Why don’t you trade us your shirt for this cash and then it is a win-win! We get to see more of that hot body of yours and you get some help with your budget and plenty of money to stay and have drinks with us!”
Wyatt was feeling a tiny buzz from the two beers and shot earlier, and he was confident in his body. He even had a fresh pump coming straight from the gym. He was also loving the attention and so he stood and took a small step back from the bar. He locked eyes with the bartender and then slowly lifted his shirt up and over his head, strategically stretching to be sure his jock strap showed at the top of his shorts.
With a smile, he laid the shirt on the bar and took a seat again. The guys loved it. They were all making comments about his chest and abs. The bartender smiled and said “See how that worked out. Now, when you are ready, just walk over there and leave your shirt and take your cash. You earned it fair and square.” Wyatt finished off the last half of his beer in one gulp and the sat the glass back on the bar “ Great, I’ll have another beer and a shot.” Then he stood and walked around the corner of the bar to the far end to drop the shirt on the bar and take his stack of cash. He smiled and said “ Nice doing business with you gentlemen.” He flashed his smile and flexed to make his pecs jump. He introduced himself to each, shaking their hands and letting them get a good look before turning and strutting back to the other end of the bar counting his cash.
The next couple rounds flowed. The men kept the topic of Wyatts body in the conversation as they asked about his go-go dancing. One of the men bought a drink and then laid $20 cash on the bar. He smiled, got Wyatt’s attention and said “I’ll just start this pile of cash here in case you decide you want to trade anything else.” Then the other guys jumped in and started digging cash out to add to the pile. A few seconds later there was another $100 on the bar.
Wyatt played along and said “Gosh, I don’t really have anything left to trade. I mean... I could trade my shorts, but then that would just leave me in my jock, and I don’t want to get thrown out of the bar for indecent exposure!” The men laughed and the bartender said “I promise not to throw you out. Hell – I encourage it! But you just remember that all trades are final young man.” Waytt laughed, ordered another beer, and then turned the conversation back to the previous topic. One of the other guys bought a beer and then he added a fresh $20 to the pile. That triggered all the other guys to turn their attention back to the cash as they also dug out more money, and a few moments later the stack of cash was up to $200.
Wyatt hadn’t really considered giving up his shorts, but now that there was $200 on the line, he was seriously starting to consider it. Heck, he had danced on a go-go box in a jockstrap a couple of times. This really wouldn’t be that different.
As the thoughts ran through his mind he felt his dick swell at the thought. He had always been a bit of a showoff, but rarely was he in situation where he was not only the center of attention, but it was for five really hunky men.
It was almost like the bartender could see the gears turning in Wyatt’s head. He picked up the cash and made a show of counting it before announcing the new total and laying it back on the bar. “Well Wyatt, what do think? Tempted to take these gentlemen up on another trade? One pair of gym shorts in exchange for $200 cash? Going once...going twice....”. The guys laughed, having fun and daring him to take the trade. Finally, Wyatt gave in with a big smile. He looked at the bartender and said “ Are you sure I won’t get in trouble?” The bartender jumped in “I promise. Nobody is going to ask you to put those shorts back on in this bar. Ever. I can guarantee it.”
Wyatt felt his face flush and his dick thicken from the excitement he was feeling. He stood back up from his bar stool and took a step back again. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband and then looked around the empty bar before he bent and pushed them down to his ankles. When he stood back up, he locked eyes with the bartender now leaning on the bar so he could get the full view, and then stepped out of the shorts. Feeling bold, Wyatt made a show of turning his back to the bartender and bending over to pick up the shorts. This got cheers from the other end of the bar. Wyatt then walked the shorts across the bar to the far end and laid them next to the shirt, picked up the cash and then slowly walked back to his seat counting his cash and giving the guys a good look at the hard-earned muscled ass he worked for in the gym.
Wyatt liked the cool feel of the leather bar stool on his bare ass as he sat back down and ordered another beer and shot. This was the easiest $300 he had ever earned in an afternoon. He was obviously going to have to wait until dark to walk back to his car wearing only a jock and his flip flops. But he had plenty of cash to keep drinking, and he was having a great time with these guys.
They all had a couple more beers, and then the guys invited Wyatt to play some pool with them. They took turns playing teams, and the guys made sure they all moved to get a good look each time Wyatt had to lean over the table to make a shot. Wyatt also loved the attention. His dick was maintaining a chubby thickness in his buzzed state. Between rounds he would stand with his arm around one of the guys, or back up and sit on the knee of a guy perched on a barstool nearby. The guys had become more comfortable around each other with the drinks and shots, and they were now free running their hands casually over Wyatt’s bare body when the moments presented themselves.
Eventually they moved back to the bar for more drinks and without thinking Wyatt took his seat back at the opposite end of the bar. The men at the other took turns going to the restroom and ordering drinks and before Wyatt knew it, they had created another stack of $20’s on the bar.
The bartender was the only truly sober guy left at this point. The rest, including Wyatt, were all pleasntly buzzed and enjoying themselves. The bartender was leaning on the bar chatting quietly with the group of men before he turned around and crossed back over to Wyatt to get him another beer. He sat the beer down on the bar and then excused himself to slip under the bar next to Wyatt so he could go to the back room to grab a few more bottles of booze to restock the bar. When he returned, he sat the bottles on the bar, stepped up next to Wyatt and leaned his elbows on the bar. He asked Wyatt “So, are you enjoying yourself?” The he leaned over to look down at Wyatt’s lap. “Judging from the fat hog in your jock, I would venture to say you are.” Wyatt felt his dick jump. He chuckled, said he was having a great time.
The bartender stood and slid his arm around Wyatt’s shoulders. He looked across the bar at the men chatting among themselves and glancing down the bar at Wyatt. The bartender called out “Hey Rick, how much cash is in that pile now?” The man picked up the stack grinning and made a show of counting it out onto the bar “Twenty, Forty, Sixty, eighty...one hundred.” The bartender kept one arm around Wyatt’s shoulder and then reached the other hand over to squeeze Wyatt’s nipple between his fingers and gently tug as he said “A hundred bucks? Is that all. I don’t think my friend here has anything to trade for a hundred bucks.” Wyatt smiled and felt his dick start to strain against his jock. His nipples were hard wired to his cock, and the bartender knew what he was doing as he switched from one nipple to the other and back again to get them both hard.
They guys instantly started to dig out more cash and add more $20’s to the pile. They took turns until one of them counted it and called out “What about $280. Does he have anything to trade for $280?” The bartender leaned down close to Wyatt’s ear. He could feel the hot breath of the bartender on his neck as the bartender asked “Do you have anything you want to trade for $280. Stand up and let me take a look.” Then the bartender called out back to the other guys. “Hold on...let us take a look and see if he has anything worth $280” Wyatt stood up and pushed the bar stool off to the side so he was standing with the large mans arm over his shoulder. The bartender then made a show of reaching down with his free hand. The men watched it disappear below the edge of the bar to Wyatt’s waist. The bartender slid his finger into the waist band and then slowly pulled the jock out and away from Wyatt’s body.
Wyatt looked down to watch his dick slowly exposed to the bartender. The bartender held the joke away from his body as he first looked at Wyatt to lock eyes, grin and then called out “He has a lot to trade. But I think it is worth more than $280.”
The guys went into another frenzy of digging out cash and slapping in on the bar. The bartender watched but kept Wyatt’s jock stretched forward. Wyatt looked back down to his own dick as he felt it continue to harden. It was going beyond just a chubby to a half mast erection. As it grew, it began to push upward along the fabric of the jock, causing even more sensations. Until finally the head of his dick slid up over the waist band as the bartender glanced back down and then back to Wyatt’s eyes with that evil grin. Both the bartender and Wyatt looked back up at the men as one of them called out “What about $360. Anything down there worth $360?” The bartender turned to face Wyatt. His face a few inches away and he asked “What do you think. You have anything you might want to trade for $360?”
Wyatt could feel the heat in his face from the slight embarrassment of getting a boner in front of this hunky stranger he had only met hours ago. He was chuckling nervously, buzzed and playing into the teasing of the moment as he whispered back “Hmm, maybe my flip flops are worth $360.” The bartender grinned wide and said let’s see if they go for it. He called out “We’ll trade you a flip flop for $360.” One of the guys laughed out loud and said “No deal. BOTH flip flops.”
Before Wyatt could react, the bartender said “Deal!” and he let the jock snap back in place. Then he took a step back, bent over and took one foot out of a flip flop and then the other before ducking under the bar to pop up on the other side. He walked down the length of the bar, slapped shoes down, snatched the cash and walked it back to set it in front of Wyatt.
“$660 dollars for doing nothing. Was that the easiest money ever or what?” It had happened so fast that Wyatt was still grinning wide as he let it soak in that he was now standing barefoot in the bar wearing only a jock. His heart started to race a little and he reached down to adjust the boner now straining against his jock.
He had certainly been in his underwear in a bar before, but he had never been barefoot in a bar. It felt like a new level of exposure and for some reason it was making his dick even harder.
The bartender served another round of drinks. Bought all the guys another shot and turned the music up and the lights down a little which added to the distraction and seem to make the bar feel more intimate than it had a moment before.
The conversation turned and moved on and before Wyatt knew it a fresh round of drinks was ordered and the men started stacking more cash on the bar. The bartender counted it and made a show of calling out to Wyatt “It’s only a $100. Do you have anything to trade for $100.” Wyatt laughed and played along as he called out “I don’t think so, man. I’m down to the expensive stuff now.” The bartender pushed off the bar to walk back towards Wyatt as he called over his shoulder “Better hit the ATM BOYS!” He ducked back under the bar and then popped up next to Wyatt still standing barefoot at the end of the bar. He slid his arm back around his shoulders like they were best buds and watched as the men indeed started to hit the ATM one at a time.
They took turns returning to the bar and slapping cash onto the pile with big grins. The were cheersing each other with their drinks and looking quite proud of themselves. The last guy returned, and the bartender moved his free hand back down to resume playing with Wyatt’s nipples. Wyatt’s dick jumped and stiffened from the attention. He snapped back to attention when one of the men called out “ $800...What’cha got for $800?” The bartender played along “He told you boys, he’s only got the expensive stuff left. But let me look around and see what we can do.” He let his hand slide from Wyatt’s nipple, down over his abs to the waistband of his jock again. He slid his fingers into the waistband and pulled it back out to exposed Wyatt’s now hard dick. He glanced back and forth between the men and Wyatt as he said “ Well, I can see a ONE asset that seems to be gaining value. How much do think that thing is worth Wyatt?”
Wyatt got instantly red in the face as the room began to clearly talk about his dick. Wyatt was looking between the men at the far end of the bar, the bartender and down at his dick as he tried to play along. “I don’t know if that asset is for sale.” The bartender countered “Hmm, well, gentlemen that asset may be for display only. Let me see what else I can find.” Then he took a step back until he was standing behind Wyatt. He placed his hands on either side under Wyatt’s arms and slid his hands around to the front to tug on his nipples as the men watched. Wyatt gripped the edge of the bar and soaked in the attention. The bartender continued playing with his nipples as he leaned around and called to the men “Hmm, these are pretty nice butmay also only be for display.” He let both his hands slide down over Wyatt’s ribs, down further until they slid into the waistband of his jock on either side. As he started to slowly push the jock down over Wyatt’s hip bones he called out “Let me just check what we have in storage, gentlemen.”
Wyatt gripped the bar and felt the jock slide further down his hips. The bartender slid his hands around and tugged the waist band over his ass first. Then he slid his hands back to the front and pulled the front out to free Wyatt’s dick which was now standing at full attention. He pushed the jock down to his knees and let it hang there before he stood back up.
He let his hands slide from Wyatts knees back up his ribs to his pecs to resume the playing with his nipples. As he did, he stepped in close to Wyatt so the crotch of his jeans pushed into Wyatt’s now bare ass.
He gently started to thrust his own growing bulge into Wyatt ass as he played with his nipples. The men at the other end of the bar watch the emotions play across Wyatt’s face. They could tell that he was lost in the sensations. They could imagine him standing exposed at the other end of the bar. The bartender worked on his nipples for everyone to watch as he mimed fucking his ass to add to the sensation. He let Wyatt drown in the moment.
Wyatt’s mind raced. Part of him was lost in the moment. Drinking in the bartender’s attention. But another part of him was fully aware that he was allowing the other four men to watch as he was manipulated and manhandled for their viewing pleasure.
Wyatt’s dick was throbbing from the attention as he gripped the edge of the bar. He leaned his head back onto the bartender's chest and closed his eyes to surrender to the moment. When a groan escaped Wyatt’s throat the bartender wondered how far this guy would actually go. The mischievous grin pulled his mouth into a smile as he winked at the guys across the bar. He continued his work on one nipple as he let the other hand start to slide down Wyatt’s abs until he found the thick base of his dick. He gave it a slow stroke from the base to the tip which caused Wyatt to flex and groan again.
The bartender continued his expert teasing. Never letting up on the nipple play he alternated between teasing the sensitive tip of Wyatt dick and his big balls that were now pulled up tight to his body. He worked Wyatt over until his body was moving in time with the teasing strokes and tugs. Wyatt’s head pushed into the muscled chest behind him with his eyes closed tight as he imagined the bartender fucking him.
The bartender felt the tip of Wyatt’s dick get slick with precum and he knew the guy was nearing the point of no return. He used that slickness to lube up the head of his dick so he could drive him closer to the edge. Wyatt was so lost in the moment that he was pushing his ass back into the bartender’s rough jeans in time with the expert stroking.
The bartender and the men at the men at the other end of the bar began to have a silent conversation across the bar. The bartender looked at the stack of cash and nodded to add more. The men did and then he mouthed silently to them a countdown. He could feel Wyatt’s heart pounding and his breathing becoming faster.
Wyatt felt the first electric charge flash in the base of his spine. His balls were aching for release. He was fighting waves of extreme pleasure interrupted by momentary realizations about what he was doing and where. The flashes of embarrassment were keeping the orgasm at bay. He was in the moment where he needed to either stop and try to exit the situation with a little class. Or he was going to say fuck it and let these men watch him blow his load in the middle of a bar. The bartender was not giving him a moment to catch his breath. How did he let things get to this point? HE felt the orgasm start at the base of his dick, deep within his balls and he gave in. He felt the humiliation and ecstasy battle as he was held suspended at the every edge of release...
The bartender gave the guy at the other end of the bar the signal and the man loudly called out “FINE! $1,200. What do you have for $1,200?!”
With that the bartender stopped and completely stepped away from Wyatt, weak kneed and still gripping the bar to hang on. The bartender slapped his hands on the bar to create a ludicrously loud noise that caused Wyatt’s eyes to open wide and soak in the moment of reality. The bartender said “$1,200! For his sweaty jock. You're kidding!” He turned to Wyatt “ Didyou hear that?! $1,200 bucks for that sweaty jock around your ankles! That’s a steal. You have to. Are you kidding me?” Wyatt looked down and sure enough his jock was now around his ankles. He looked back up to the bartender who was now smiling wide and saying “Dude, that’ll cover your rent I bet! Here let me help you..” He leaned down and gave the jock a tug. Wyatt instinctually stepped out of it. He had a half smile on his face from the shock, embarrassment, and ruined orgasm. The bartender kept him swept up in the moment and slipped his arm back around his shoulder and handed him the jock. “Damn boy! Go grab your money before the change their mind!” He pulled Wyatt into motion around the end of the bar. They were halfway across the bar before Wyatt put all the pieces together. “Damn dude! How much money is that now?!” Wyatt looked down at the jock in his hands. Then to his dick bouncing in front of him at attention. A wave of embarrassment slapped him as he saw the drool of precum was swinging off the tip. He looked up quickly at the men now standing directly in front of him, wide eyes and all smiles as one of them held out the cash.
In his panic he looked back to the bartenders smiling face, but it was too late. He was now in the middle of the bar with nowhere to hide. Raging boner still leaking precum, not a stitch of clothing left. It was almost as if he was in slow motion as he approached the men and watched them hand him the cash and take the jock. One guy smelled it and then passed it around. The conversation quickly moved to the bartender asking “How much cash is that?! Damn. Let’s see. A hundred for the shirt. $200 bucks for the shorts. What...$360 for the shoes? Then $1,200 for the jock you almost jizzed in! Nice! That calls for a round of shots!” With that comment the bartender turned and left Wyatt standing naked surrounded by the other men. He walked back to the other end of the bar, ducked underneath to return behind the bar as started pouring shots.
Wyatt watched the bartender in disbelief. Mind still racing to track what was happening. He looked down at the cash in his hand and then realized one of the guys was trying to hand him a shot. He took the shot and they all tapped them on the bar and did the shots. Wyatt was swept up in the moment. He did the shot and set the glass on the bar. The bartender asked “You ready for another beer Richey Rich!” Wyatt felt the heat from his face and realized he must be bright red from embarrassment. He wasn’t sure where to turn and the first thing he could think of was to tell them he needed to piss and darted toward the restroom. It was only after the door closed behind him that he thought about the fact that he was walking barefoot in a bar bathroom. The idea was at first disgusting and then weirdly it made him feel even more exposed, which in turn made his dick start to get hard again.
It was almost as if he had discovered something new about himself. He glanced over at his reflection in the mirror and saw the bright red face, the hard-earned muscled body, big balls and fat dick he had been blessed with from good genetics. His mind struggled to align the feelings he was having. He was embarrassed, completely exposed, but somehow his body was reacting with a boner that was now standing back at full attention. The thought that he would eventually have to go back out in the bar snapped him back to reality. He could hear the men out in the bar as he stepped up to the urinal to try to actually take a piss. His dick was so hard that he had to push it down to keep from pissing in his own face. When he was done, he returned to look at himself in the mirror. He had no plan. He was still buzzed and if he was honest with himself, he was kind of excited to be exposed to the men again. He took a deep breath and decided to go back out there before he lost the nerve. Just as he turned to the door the bartender came in. “Hey man, did you fall in? We were getting worried. Come on, your beer is getting warm.” The bartender stepped over in front of him... simultaneously reached up and took a nipple in one hand as the other reached down and started to stoke Wyatt’s hard cock. “Dude, that is one of the fattest hogs I’ve ever seen.” Wyatt felt the electric touch of the bartender for only a moment before he turned, slipped his arm around Wyatt’s shoulder and walked him back out into the bar.
As they exited the bathroom, a new wave of shock slapped Wyatt. There were new guys in the bar. A new couple was sitting at the end of the bar where Wyatt’s cash, keys and phone laid on the bar. Wyatt started to pull backward to run back to the bathroom, but the bartender held him in place. “No worries, I know them. They’re cool.”
Wyatt let the bartender walk him into the original group of guys where they had a barstool waiting for him. He took a seat and watched as the bartender took his place back behind the bar. He scooped up Wyatt’s keys, phone and cash before dropping next to his tip jar behind the bar.
Wyatt sat with two men standing on each side of him as they resumed conversation like he wasn’t sitting there naked sporting a raging boner oozing precum. Wyatt was unsure what to do with his hands, so he placed them on the bar in front of him as he played nervously with the napkin under his beer glass.
Just as his breathing started to return to normal the bartender sat down shots on the bar and said “Alright boys, my buds Ted and Nick bought you assholes shots. Go introduce yourself. Don’t be rude. “The guys were all smiles, grabbed their shots and took off to the other end of the bar leaving Wyatt alone. His mind raced again, he glanced down to his still hard dick and then back up to the guys waving him over. “Come on Wyatt, come introduce yourself.” Wyatt went bright red again but the unfamiliar thrill of being exposed made his dick jump.” All the men stood and stared in his direction making it clear they were not doing the shots until he walked across the bar and exposed himself to the new strangers. He took a deep breath and slid off the bar stool. He felt his bare feet hit the cold concrete floor, and he stepped out from behind the bar. As soon as he was fully exposed, the look on the new guys faces made it super obvious that they assumed he was just shirtless at the other end of the bar. As Wyatt walked toward them, he became acutely aware of the way his dick was waving back and forth as he walked. The guys were looking him up and down from head to toe with wide grins on their faces. As he approached the bartender was saying “ This is Wyatt, the guy I texted you about earlier. Wyatt drives a hell of bargain. He got these guys to give up a ton of cash just to get naked. I mean, getting hard was not part of the deal. That is just Wyatt loving the attention. Hell, he was just about to cum and blow a load for us until he got distracted by that last cash offer! I mean, look at the slime swinging off his dick!” The bartender reached down and scooped up the precum hanging from his dick and made a show of licking it off his finger. “Damn! You taste as good as you look! Wyatt, this is Ted and Nick.”
Ted stood up and walked around Wyatt saying “Fuck! We almost missed the show. I got to see this from all angles.” He walked around behind Wyatt as Nick reached out to shake Wyatt’ hand and introduce himself.” The guys were not surrounding him on all sides. The conversation turned back to the fact that Wyatt had almost shot his load and the questions began to come from all directions. They were asking him if he still needed to cum. If his dick got bigger than it was now. When he jerked off last. The bartender jumped in “He was really getting into me edging him.. I think that is his thing. Right Wyatt?” Wyatt was distracted by the chaos. Trying to play it cool. Trying to play along and respond, “Who doesn't like to be edged”. All the men agreed and second later the bartender said “Wait, I have an idea. He ducked behind the bar again and back out with a bottle of lube in hand. Without missing a beat he popped the top and squeezed a flood down the length of Wyatts dick and gave it a few quick strokes. “Wyatt, show us how you like to be edged. Here, I’ll get you started.” With that he reached over and began to slow stroke Wyatt’s cock. Instantly all eyes were on Wyatt as he looked around at all the faces now focused on him.
The bartender was already working his magic again and Wyatt found it impossible to step away. It felt too good and the feeling of being exposed had taken it to a new level. The bartender looked up and said “Ted, reach around and tug his nipples. It makes his eyes roll back in his head.” Ted did and Wyatt felt his knees go weak. The guys were all encouraging Wyatt every step of the way. Wyatt was lost in the moment when Nick stood up, grabbed Wyatt under the arms and lifted him up to sit on the end of the bar facing the front door. The bartender didn’tmiss a beat and kept the slow teasing hand job going. Wyatt’s breath caught as his ass hit the cold metal bar top and he opened his eyes to see that he was facing the front door of the bar.
Wyatt felt the moment that he gave in. He was so horny that he couldn’t imagine a scenario where he got off this bar before he shot his load. The bartender said “Here Wyatt, take over, show me how you like it.” Wyatt was so horned up that he grabbed his dick with one hand and began to stroke. ”Easy! Easy! Slow down boy...That’s better.” Wyatt had his head thrown back stroking his cock in long smooth strokes from base to tip and back again. The guys were standing around encouraging him to get into it. “Arch your back. Yeah, that’s fucking hot.” Wyatt was putting on a show and lost in the moment when he felt his knees pushed wide apart. Wyatt went with it and opened himself to his audience. With his eyes closed, he imagined the guys watching him and that drove him closer to the edge. He pictured himself on the bar, legs wide stroking himself. Exposed for a group of strangers and he realized for the first time that he had discovered a kink he didn’t even know he had.
Fantasies played through his mind of the times he would walk through the locker room at the gym to let the other guys get a good look. Or the time he went to the gay resort and walked around naked in the middle of the night, excited by the thought that someone could catch him.
He was snapped out of his horny dream when he felt something thick and warm slide under his balls and start massaging his sensitive hole. His eyes flashed open and he saw the bartender now standing in front of him. Wyatt looked down to see the bartenders hand between his legs a moment before he felt his lubed up finger slide into his hole. Wyatt had never bottomed and it felt like his was being filled up.
The bartender locked eyes with him and began to slowly probe his hole to the second knuckle and back. Again and again until he had Wyatt moaning for more. And then he gave him more as he slipped two fingers into his hole. Wyatt’s eyes went wide as he continued to stroke and feel the bartender stretch his hole over and over again. “You like that Wyatt? Your hole is super tight. Have you been fucked before?” Wyatt shook his head no. “But you want me to keep fucking you?” Wyatt shook his head yes. “ Good Wyatt, we want to watch you cum while you’re getting fucked for the first time. You like for us to watch?” Wyatt shook his head yes. “I thought so. You couldn’t get naked for us fast enough. You want to feel three fingers?” Wyatt shook his head yes. The bartender pushed a third finger in and Wyatt arched his back, closed his eyes and threw his head back in a silent scream of ecstasy. “No no no, Wyatt, look at us, we want to see your eyes when you come.” Wyatt opened his eyes again as he was told and looked at the bartender. Wyatt picked up the pace as he raced toward orgasm. “ The bartender said” Good boy Wyatt. Can you believe that you sold all your clothes, but that you are given you hole away for free. That’s so fucking hot.” Wyatt agreed and he beat his dick faster. “ Slowdown Wyatt” But he couldn’t he was so close. Slow down Wyatt, not yet.” But the beast had taken over. Wyatt was so horned up that he lost all ability to control himself. “ Wyatt, slow down. Look around you. Wyatt struggled to pull his eyes away from bartender. “ Look at Ted Wyatt” Wyatt searched the faces for Ted. “ Now look at Nick”. Nick said “Spread your legsWyatt. Put your foot up on the bar.” Wyatt struggle to make sense. He was trying to focus on cumming. THe other guys started to chime in too. “Put your foot up Wyatt.” “Arch your backWyatt. That’s it. Fuck you’re a sexy beast.” “Wyatt lift your foot up so we can see that hole.” One of the guys reached up and lifted Wyatt’s foot so his legs spread wider and he exposed his hole more. The guys could clearly see the bartender stretching his hole over and over again now. The bartender said “Good boy Wyatt. Are you close?” Wyatt shook his head yes. “ Do you want me to let you cum?” Wyatt shook his head yes. “First I want you to look each of the guys and ask for permission.” Wyatt was so far gone he couldn't speak. “ He looked from one guy to the next with pleading eyes.
Wyatt started to stroke faster. He could feel sweat dripping down his back and off his forehead. When had he started sweating? He stroked faster. The guys were cheering him on, the bartender was finger fucking him faster and deeper now. Trying to distract from the orgasm, to hold Wyatt on the edge. Wyatt fought against the distraction, frantically looking around the room at the guys watching and encouraging him to shoot.
The front door of the bar slammed open with a bang and the bright sunlight from outside washed Wyatt in food of light like a spotlight. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust and then watched as men started to file in. Two then four then four more. Their eyes started to adjust and they took in the sight of Wyatt on the bar, surrounded by men chanting for him to shoot his load.
Wyatt was too far gone to stop. The door had closed again the bar felt crowded now. All eyes were on him. The bartender said “Don’t stop now Wyatt! Almost there. Focus on your hole. The bartender slid a fourth finger in and Wyatts eyes went wide. He looked down as one of the other guys was squeezing a steady stream of lube over the bartenders hand. “Wyatt, shoot for us. Your hole is feeling sloppy. Oh damn, you’re basically getting fisted.” Wyatts eyes went wider as he felt the bartenders hand push in and stop as he slowly stretched Wyatts hole. The orgasm was holding him suspended in disbelief. His back was arched, legs wide, hole stretched, mouth open in a silent scream. Wyatt scanned the crowded room, flashing lights from the phones. Phones. Cameras. Wyatt felt the first painful shock at the tip of his cock as cum rocketed out. Then he was lost in the moment.
He watched his own hand milk out blast after blast while the crowd cheered. The bartender resumed fucking him with three fingers. “That’s it Wyatt! Fuck Yea!” The bartender yelled “ Come on your motherfuckers! Wyatt isn’t doing this for free. Let’s see those tips. He will keep jerking as long as the cash is landing on him!”
The money started to come out of the crowd and landing on his naked body now covered in cum. The crowd was cheering. Stepping up patting his leg, tapping his balls, tweaking a nipple. Wyatt kept jerking. The cash kept coming. The bartender said. “Fuck you’re a horny little bastard! I can’t wait to watch the security cameras later. You may have to put on an encore after the bar closes. I need to get my dick in that hole of yours.” With that the bartender took a step back and said “ I got to serve some drinks”. He dipped under the bar and start to wash his hands. The crowd moved in on the bar and made it impossible for Wyatt to get off the bar. They were rubbing his legs and pulling on his sensitive dick as they introduced themselves. He flet a stranger reach up and slide his fingers into Wyatts still exposed hole.
A wave of embarrassment flooded Wyatt. The fingers pulled out of his hole and were replaced by a new stranger. The guy said “ Oh Hey! I saw you at the gym this morning. I’m Stu”. The whole time the guy was fingering Wyatt’s hole as he introduced himself.
Wyatt felt a tap on his shoulder and the bartender handed him a beer. Then he leaned around to hand Stu the bottle of lube and said “I’ll buy drinks for you and your friends if you help Wyatt keep his hole warmed up and loose until the night bartender gets here in an hour.
Wyatt looked back at Stu with wide eyes as he slid a second finger inside and started to fuck Wyatt in slow steady strokes. “So did you just move here?”
