Business is Over - The Fun Begins

Jimmy’s Bar and Grill, Thursday, August 29, 1946, 8:45 pm

It was twenty minutes before closing time at Jimmy’s Bar and Grill and Jimmy Lund, the owner just said goodbye to his last dinner guest. Joan, his wife, and Crystal, his daughter-in-law, hustled to clear off this table, then finished up their side work, and reset everything. They waved their goodbyes and were off, headed home.

The only guests left were a group of men that had been there all evening. “Some sort of business dinner meeting,” Joan informed Jimmy as their stay went well past them finishing their dinners. But Junior, Jimmy’s son, and the bartender kept them well-watered so Jimmy didn’t mind them lingering since they were still spending money. Now he headed over there to see what’s what.

Just as he rounded the corner from the bar, in walked Sheriff Derrick Jensen, a long-time friend, and fishing bud. When they made eye contact, Sheriff Jensen held up his hand to Jimmy and said, “Just making my rounds,” he said with a broad smile. “Checking up on you at closing time doncha know.”

Jimmy and the Sheriff shook hands, the thumb-thing kind, while Jimmy greeted him. “Good to see you Derrick. It’s been a while.”

“Just got back from a week up north at the cabin,” he replied wrapping his arm around his friend’s back. “You missed some great fishing this week. Lots of fried walleye dinners.”

“Sound good. I’m jealous!” Jimmy teased. Both men laughed.

Sheriff Jensen looked around and saw the group of men over in the far corner and asked, “Late diners is it?”

“I was just heading over there to see what’s what,” Jimmy explained. He headed their way and the Sheriff sauntered over to the bar to say hello to Junior, Jimmy’s son.

As Jimmy got up to the table, Kevin O’Connor, a real estate agent and host of the dinner meeting, looked up and smiled, “Have we worn out our welcome, there Jimmy?”

Jimmy smiled, not answering the question. “How were your dinners tonight?” he asked looking around the table to see if he knew any of the other men besides Kevin. Kevin ate here a lot, always bringing clients in to talk over house sales and so forth. “Everything satisfactory?”

It was Dr. Bob Blaise, the new doctor in town who had been looking for a new home in the area, that spoke up first. “Can’t get a better pork chop anywhere, Jimmy. Delicious!”

Jimmy smiled and nodded as a couple of other men added their compliments. “Good. Good,” Jimmy said acknowledging each while trying to memorize the doctor’s face and the two other new faces he didn’t recognize.

Kevin O’Connor stood and walked over to Jimmy. Putting his arm around Jimmy’s shoulder he walked him a few steps away from the table. “We’re almost done with our drinks,” Kevin explained. Nodding over to the group he asked, “Would you mind if we had one more round before we head out?” As he spoke, he slid a folded five-dollar bill into Jimmy’s pocket.

Jimmy chuckled. “Do you see Sheriff Jensen over there?” he asked nodding over toward the bar. “You know I can’t serve you while the Sheriff’s here.”

“I’ll take care of that,” Kevin assured him. He patted Jimmy’s chest where the five dollars sat in his pocket and walked over to Junior and Jensen. He walked right up next to the sheriff and asked, “Hiya Sheriff Jensen, how’s it going out there tonight?” Sheriff Jensen smiled at Kevin and held out his hand. The two men gave each other the Brother’s handshake as Junior pretended not to notice. He looked down and continued wiping his glasses.

“It’s a beautiful night out there tonight, Mr. O’Connor,” Sheriff said with a big grin plastered across his face.

Kevin grinned back and agreed, “Isn’t it though?” Then he turned and leaned across the bar, smiling up at Junior. “We’ll have one more round, Junior. Thanks.” Looking over his shoulder at Jensen, he asked mischievously, “How ‘bout you, Sheriff? You’re off duty, aren’t you? How ‘bout a drink?”

“Let me move my car around back and I’ll be right with you.” The Sheriff stood and walked toward the front door. Kevin called over to Junior and said, “One for the Sheriff too there Junior.” Junior turned and nodded and continued to make the cocktails.

Kevin saw Jimmy approach him and said, “You can close up now, Jimmy. Jensen’s finished his shift. He’s going to join us.”

Jimmy smiled as said, “Good to know, Mr. O’Connor.” He turned away and walked toward the front door to turn out the outdoor lights and lock the front door. He switched off the dining room lights as well, except for the two over the table where the men sat.

Junior loaded up a tray of drinks and walked over to serve the men. As he approached he overheard one of the men he hadn’t seen before, say something to the effect of, “I thought it was hilarious. BJ. What a name.”

“Well, you sure got yours!” Another man commented.

The men continued talking about whatever it was they were talking about. No one seemed to notice Junior as he placed each man’s cocktail in front of him and removed the empties around the table.

“I got a phone call from The Man telling me I’d better sign up like the rest of you guys. Last Thursday was the first time they were over to my place. I didn’t know about the extras.” The first man smiled broadly and nodded his head dramatically.

“I guess I should try and be home when it’s time for him to collect. I could use that extra service.”

“Oh let me tell you, man, I never miss a time when he comes to mow my lawn. I tell the wife I’m particular about how they’re doing stuff doncha know.” All the men laughed again. The guy slapped the back of the guy next to him and said proudly, “I get taken care of every week.”

Junior knew that was Mr. O’Connor who said that. ‘I wonder who The Man is?’ Junior wondered as he served the last drink.

The new doctor spoke up after the laughter died down. “I can’t afford to take advantage of their extra services. The wife’s always home doncha know.” Then he leaned in conspiratorially and spoke in a quieter voice, “I did find out about a willing Brother over at the Legion, however.” He pursed his lips and nodded his head letting the men know it’s been good.

“You talked about it in a public place?” Ekland acted like he was aghast a the notion of such a thing. But after seeing Bob’s face he busted out laughing.

Bob slapped him on the back as he said, “Isn’t that what we’re doing now, Ekland? You sonovabitch.” And the howling went on. Junior picked up his tray and sauntered over to the bar to start up the dishwasher.

Alexus, who had been enjoying the banter but hadn’t said much downed the remainder of his drink and declared to his friends, “I don’t know about all you guys, but after all this kinda talk I’m kinda horny!”

“Then it’s time to blow this pop stand and get outa here,” cried Ekland. He downed the remnants of his cocktail, a bit too quickly. He steadied himself on the back of his chair and stood suspiciously still.

Hank put an arm around Ekland’s waist and said, “You’re gonna need a ride home my Brother.”

“I just might, there Brother,” Ekland replied slurring his speech a bit now.

Kevin spoke up. “Bob and I came in his car, Hank, so I’ll drive him home in my car and Bob will follow in Ekland’s.” Kevin figured he brought the group together and talked Jimmy into serving them an extra round, so he should be sure everyone gets home safely afterward. He certainly didn’t want Jimmy to get in trouble with the Sheriff over a couple of drunk drivers leaving his place this late at night.

Jimmy was there now at their table. “All set gentlemen?”

Kevin came over to ask him, quietly, “The Sheriff didn’t come back did he?”

“No,” Jimmy explained, “he called so I’d know. He had a call about something off Forrest Avenue.”

“Forrest Avenue you say?” That was Bob. He overheard the street name and was worried about his friend, the guy he was meeting up with. “I hope it’s nothing serious.”

“Don’t know,” Jimmy said. “Sheriff didn’t go into detail.”

The men all followed Jimmy out toward the kitchen and the back door. They all thanked Matt, the cook, as they strolled rather unsteadily out. Kevin had moved Ekland’s car around the back and waited for Bob to load him in. Once he did that, Bob jumped in his own car and followed them out of the parking lot.

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“How ‘bout I give you a ride home, Hank?” Alexus asked with a twinkle in his eye.

Hank didn’t catch the look. “I’m fine. I can drive home ok.”

Alexus sidled up to him and let his hand fall against his crotch. “You sure about that, Brother?”

With his opposite hand, Alexus grabbed Hank’s hand and brought it over to the hard bulge between his own legs. Hank grinned back and squeezed the mound, enjoying the growing arousal in his friend’s crotch. “Come on, man. Over here.” He started to walk away never letting his hand leave Alexus’ groin.

Next to Jimmy’s was a huge empty field where the ball fields were. It was pitch black all around there with no lights anywhere close by. As they entered the darkness, Hank knew they were coming up on one of four baseball diamonds. The fencing around home plate was the first thing he saw as his eyes adjusted to the dark. They walked around the fence behind home plate to the dugout cut about four feet below ground, with steps leading down to a bench lining the back wall. Overhead was a wooden roof built to keep out the rain. It was there that Hank lead Alexus.

“Ekland had one thing right,” Alexus whispered.

“Yeah? What’s that?”

“All that talk sure made me horny tonight.” When they got to the bottom of the steps, Alexus asked, “So Hank, is this your favorite place?”

Hank chuckled. “It sure is, man. Ever since I started playing ball.”

“Shit,” Alexus let out with a sigh. He turned and pushed Hank down on the bench. “You like to sit there and take care of your buddies doncha?”

Hank grinned up at Alexus while he rubbed his crotch. “I sure do.”

“I bet you got a lot of practice, playing as much baseball as you did,” teased Alexus as his cock grew to its fullness.

“I sure did,” Hank repeated hoarsely. He reached over and slid down Alexus’s zipper and added, “Practice makes perfect doncha know.” Then with one very well-practiced move, Hank reached inside Alexus's trousers and pulled his thick, hard cock free and began licking then sucking his juicy nod, already leaking those lubricating juices.

“You sure do man,” Alexus whispered. “Fuck, you sure do.”

While Hank was getting started, Alexus undid his belt and unbuckled his pants, letting them fall to the ground. He pushed Hank’s mouth off him momentarily so he could drop his loose boxer shorts as well. Without any encumbrances, he arched his back and presented his engorged cock to the buddy on his knees waiting to be told he could start.

One of Alexus’s turn-ons was being naked with a still-clothed cocksucker kneeling down in front of him obediently waiting for permission to start. He took hold of his rod at the base and started slapping the side of Hank’s face with it, then poking his lips with his wet nob. Lifting up on tiptoes, he leaned in presenting his ball sack to Hank’s lips. He grabbed onto the back of Hank’s head and commanded, “Lick those fuckers, Hank. Wash ‘em up good.” Hank went right to work, doing what he was told. “That’s it, cocksucker, wash those balls. Clean me good.” Hank mumbles a “Yes, sir,” never letting those balls out of his mouth. He was always surprised his mouth could stretch this wide to accommodate two at once, but at the same time felt a satisfying pride because he could.

Alexus stepped back yanking his balls out of Hank’s vacuum mouth. He stood so his piss-slit stared up at Hank’s face, daring him to lick it. Hank dutifully leaned back on his haunches and waited to be told he could. Alexus Paused a good long while and said nothing. Hank waited. Then Alexus gave a slight nod of permission and Hank squealed out a “Thank you, sir,” and dove down on it anxiously getting to work.

As he blindly, skillfully worked Alexus over, Hank’s memories of years past flooded his booze-addled brain. He closed his eyes and it was Jer and Mikey rubbing their dicks in front of his mouth. Their baseball pants were shoved down around their knees. They’d made a bet that Hank lost and now Hank had to pay up. That was his first time, his first taste. He wanted more.

Then he remembered that time, a few years later, when he walked over here to the dugout and sat on this same bench waiting for his buddy to show up. He was late. Then he heard steps and got himself ready. His shorts were lowered just enough to hook under his balls. He started stroking his prick in anticipation. But it wasn’t his buddy at all. No. Instead an older man, around his dad’s age, confidently strode down the steps. When the man got to the bottom, he was startled to see a teenager sitting there instead of the man he thought would be here waiting. He almost ran back up and got out of there, but then Hank squeezed his balls with one hand and stroked his dick with the other. Well if that didn’t look like an invitation… The man decided to stay.

After a moment of staring into each other’s faces, Hank leaned forward and opened his mouth. The guy wasn’t going to waste his chance. ‘This kid’s going to give me what I came for. Why not?’ He stepped right up and whipped out his hard dad-cock making a huge sigh as Hank took him into his mouth. The man was shocked at how good this kid was making him feel and how quick he came. He wanted it to last longer but couldn’t argue with how good the kid made him feel. The shift from one man’s mouth to a teen’s was erotic as hell. The man zipped up and said, “Thanks, kid.” Hank had the balls to respond with, “Any time, man. I’ll be here.” The man chuckled and shook his head as he jumped up the stairs and left.

Hank always got fired up when memories whirled around in his head. He was sucking Alexus like nobody’s business. Alexus too was in a state of delirious bliss. ‘This is why I never refuse an offer,’ he said to himself. ‘Why would I?’ With that, he pulled the back of Hank’s head close up and battered his throat as he felt his seed rising slowly up his shaft. He pulled out suddenly letting the first splash squirt a white robe of cum up Hank’s face from chin to forehead, marking his cocksucker as his. Then he shoved his squirting cock back in Hank’s mouth rewarding him with continuous splashes of cum as Alexus’s balls emptied.

Hank drank and swallowed as fast as he could. He didn’t want to miss one precious drop of Alexus’s essence. He nourished himself on that cock like a suckling babe on his Mom’s tit. He knew the myth was true. The one that explained what he felt. Alexus’s most sacred seed and its nourishment heightened Hank’s masculinity, making him more virile, more powerful, and unstoppable. He craved the tangy sweetness he slurped off Alexus’s prick as it slipped between his lips, telling him Alexus was finished with him.

“Jesus-fuck, Hank,” exclaimed a breathless Alexus as he stepped away from the eager mouth that had fully drained him. “What the fuck was that? Jeesh.”

He bent over holding onto his knees trying to catch his breath. He stood straight, then arched his back, stretching to his full height. Alexus looked down at the crazy-ass grin Hank was giving him and snickered, “Must be the place, huh?” Hank nodded. “Lots of memories eh?” Alexus held out his hand and pulled Hank up to his feet.

“Yep,” Hank affirmed, “many memories.” He bent down to brush off the dirt from his knees then straightened up. He couldn’t stop grinning. “Making more all the time, there Alexus. All the time.”

* * * *

Kevin pulled into Ekland’s garage just when Bob pulled up the driveway right behind him. Neither used their headlights. They didn’t want to wake The Missus or alert any neighbors. Bob waited for them to get out of the car, but nothing happened. He waited a couple more minutes and when neither man emerged from the car, Bob got out leaving his door open and walked into the garage.

As his eyes acclimated themselves to the darkness in there, he saw only one silhouette. It was on the passenger’s side so it must be Ekland. ‘Where the hell is Kevin?’ Bob wondered. He walked around the passenger’s side of the car guessing what might be going on. When he got up to the window, all he heard were the groans of a man in the heat of passion. He bent down and looked through the window and there, in Ekland’s lap, was Kevin’s head bobbing up and down, enthusiastically servicing his bud. Bob couldn’t help but laugh. ‘I should have known.’ He decided to stay and watch for a while.

Before too much longer, Ekland made all the noises of a huge climax and happy satisfaction. When Kevin raised his head he saw Bob standing there and grinned over at him. “How long have you been there?”

“Oh, long enough,” Bob teased. “Come on, help me get this lug out of the car and inside.”

* * * *

Now driving back across town to Kevin’s house, Bob was about to start teasing Kevin about what he’d done, when he felt a hand in his crotch fumbling with his zipper. He looked down and there was Kevin’s face a few inches from his groin.

As Kevin’s hands slowly unzipped his pants, he told him, “You deserve a thank you, too Bob.” He pulled Bob’s chunky meat rod out and pulled, getting a grunt from the doctor. Satisfied with its growth, Kevin got right down there and put it right in his mouth, laving it hungrily with his tongue.

The surprise of the heat and wetness of Kevin’s mouth made Bob swerve the car a little, shaking him up a bit. Once in control again, Bob was able to ask, “What are you doing to me?”

“Kevin pulled off and said, “Saying thank you.” He giggled then added, “Keep driving.”

Bob switched hands and started stroking Kevin’s head as he bobbed up and down. He pushed his crotch forward a bit trying to keep his exposed flesh away from the zipper’s teeth. He swerved around the corner to Kevin’s house, knowing this was getting too close for comfort. He pulled into the driveway and slammed on the brakes. His hands flew off the wheel as days' worth of cum exploded down Kevin’s mouth. Kevin made all kinds of satisfied gurgling noises as he swallowed every sweet-salty drop. He pulled off with a loud pop noise, waking Bob up from his orgasmic stupor.

Kevin sat up and grinned at his friend, “How’s that for a ‘Thank you’?”

Bob tried not to laugh too loudly at this crazy reckless man. “Best ever.” He reached over to shake Kevin’s hand and say goodbye when Kevin suddenly leaned over and pulled the back of Bob’s head forcing him up against his pursed lips. He shoved his tongue through Bob’s clenched mouth and swished his tongue all around in there. Bob gasped at the intrusion. And just as suddenly, Kevin pulled back. He giggled drunkenly. “I just thought you should know how good you taste.” He gave Bob a hard slap on the shoulder and jumped out of the car. He walked around to Bob’s open window and said. “I’ll call you tomorrow about the stuff we talked about. See you ‘round, Bob. Good night.”

An astonished Bob sat there watching Kevin walk around to the back of his house. ‘How can he sound so sober and clear after all that?’ Bob shook his head as he backed down the driveway and headed home.

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