Some say bartenders have an intuition about people. I can see why that may be true as many bartenders hear stores from patrons they wouldn’t even tell their therapists or anyone else. Good bartenders listen well and learn how to read people. The best bartenders not only listen actively, they can sense what it is a person may need, and in the spirit of fulfilling their patrons’ needs, sometimes they go above and beyond.
And so, there I was pouring my woes out to one very good looking bartender just the other night. I was drinking one too many cosmos while we talked. Carlos was a Mexican-American, 24, 5’10”, dark eyed, full dark and thick beard, nice build. He was in grad school and bartended to make some extra money.
After my second drink I was so uninhibited. I let him know how disappointed I was that I hadn’t found anyone to hook up with on this trip and how I hadn’t been laid in a while and was hoping to end the dry spell.
“I’m sorry to hear that and surprised. You’re a good looking guy. I’m sure you’re fun in bed, too.”
“Carlos, thank you man, but guys are flakes. I chatted with a bunch of guys but nothing materialized. It’s my last night here, too, and I just gave up.”
“Where are you staying?”
I told him where I was staying, within walking distance of the bar.
“That’s not far”, he said.
“No, I walked here.”
Carlos leaned in closer to me.
“Well, can I ask? What were you looking for? Maybe I can help?”
“Carlos, no, you’re just being nice. Obviously you are straight, you mentioned your girlfriend.”
“Listen, just because I mentioned a girlfriend doesn’t mean I’m 100% straight. I’m bi if you want to know and my girlfriend knows that I hook up with guys. She is also bi and gets it on with other girls.”
“No way! Your generation is so much more fluid than mine. That’s so amazing.”
“You just have to live your life, you know. So, I’ll ask you again, what were you looking to get into?”
“I’m a bottom, total bottom. I love to suck dick and take it up the butt.”
By this time I was on my fourth cosmo and each one was stronger than the next.
“Mmmm, I bet you have a nice butt, too. Yeah, I’d be down to get with you after my shift.”
“Seriously? You’re not playing?”
“No, I’m not playing. 100% serious man. I get off at 10, my buddy is covering the late shift tonight.”
It was nearing 9pm so I’d have an hour to freshen up.
“Yeah, ok, I’m in room 614. Come over when you’re ready.”
I gave Carlos a great tip and I could sense sincerity in his voice. He wasn’t going to flake out on me. He even hugged me before I left and placed his hand on my left ass cheek and pressed his erection against my thigh.
With a slightly unsteady gait, I made it back to my hotel room and cleaned up for my rendezvous with Carlos. I put on my black Nasty Pig mesh assless boxer brief. The pouch held my caged dicklet nicely.
I laid in my bed playing with my hole and nips, getting myself worked up for him.
When I heard a rap on the door a little after 10pm it startled me a little. I guess I was in a calm headspace which had been slightly disrupted, but for a great reason.
I opened the door wearing only the jockstrap.
“Hey Carlos, you made it.”
“Yeah”, he said, looking at me up and down, “And I’m glad I did, sexy man.”
I smiled as he walked past me and closed the door behind him.
“Make yourself comfortable. Can I get you a drink?”
I had an open bottle of scotch and some ice-cubes.
“Yeah, that would be great.”
As I poured him a drink, he sat on one of the chairs in my suite and untied his shoes and pulled them off.
“Would you like a foot rub, Carlos?”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah, why not?”
I sat on the sofa and patted my knee for Carlos to put his foot in my lap.
“Do you mind if I pull off your sock?”
He was wearing black dress socks that covered his size 11 feet.
“No, go ahead.”
I rolled down the cuff of the sock and squeezed the bit of cloth right at the toe and pulled off the sock revealing a well-manicured foot. As I didn’t know Carlos well, I didn’t want to risk freaking him out by sniffing his foot, but I sure wanted to.
I the hands on both fingers to massage his foot, using my thumbs to work out the knots and Carlos seemed to sink into the armchair and relax a bit.
“That feels nice”, he said softly.
“I’m glad you like it. You have a very nice foot.”
Carlos chuckled, “I’m glad you like it”.
We are in silence a few more minutes while I continued on his right foot then I gently placed it on the carpet and pulled his left foot up to my lap and removed his sock. I heard Carlos softly moaning with his eyes closed as I worked his left foot over with my magic hands.
I was a few minutes into this when Carlos opened his eyes and held my gaze. His hand squeezed his crotch and he wasn’t discreet about it either.
“Someone is eager for more, huh?”, I asked.
“Yeah…I think so.”
“Well, I can take care of that, too, but only if you want me to.”
“Yes, I want you to. Come on, isn’t this what you wanted buddy?”
“Yes”
“So show me how much”
I gulped and then said, “Yes Sir”.
Sir? Where did that come from? My inner sub was definitely showing itself.
I dropped to my knees and Carlos clasped his hands behind his head, giving me full access to his groin. I placed my hand over his pants to cop a feel of what I’d be working with. I was quite impressed with his tool. It was girthy and full…and long.
It was time for the big reveal. I undid Carlos’s belt buckle, then pulled down his zipper and pulled his pants down to his ankles. Carlos helped by raising his hips. I pulled them completely off one pant leg at a time and “wowza”, Carlos’s erection was standing upright under his Hanes striped boxer briefs. There was even a little wet spot.
My right hand went to grab onto this thick flagpole like a handle and I could barely touch my fingers around it. This thing was thick!
“Damn Carlos, you are blessed to have such a big dick.”
“Hehe, yeah, I get that a lot.”
I licked the visible stain of precum on his briefs with the tip of my tongue, teasing Carlos just a little more. It tasted salty and bleachy, and delicious.
Carlos’s eyes gazed down at me, watching intently to see what I would do next. His hands still clasped behind his head.
I put each of my thumbs in the sides of his briefs and pulled downward, once again Carlos raised his hips and now he was naked from the waist down. Words cannot express just how beautiful Carlos’s erect penis was. It was a good 8.25” inches, uncut, a thick vein ran through it, it curved upward on a forty five degree angle, and there was clear seminal fluid forming under the foreskin which covered his mushroom cockhead.
“Oh fuck Carlos. Your cock is truly magnificent. Wow! Just beautiful.”
“Thanks man”
I wrapped my hand around its hot and hard base, holding it in my grip, admiring the three plus inches that protruded out. Then I lowered my head and placed my lips on the tip, kissing it several times. My tongue wedged into the ridges of his foreskin as I swirled it round and round before pulling it back, exposing that spongy head and tasting more secretions.
“ooohh fuck Carlos. This cock is fucking amazing. Fuck!”
I was objectifying Carlos’s cock but he didn’t seem to mind. Something told me he got off on guys and gals admiring his meat. I’m sure I’m not the first and I certainly won’t be the last.
I removed my hand and spit on it for lube and started to tug on his cock while keeping the head entrenched in my mouth.
“Ahhhh yeah man”, Carlos groaned.
I was glad Carlos was enjoying this. I looked upward and saw his bearded face, eyes closed, mouth open, head back readying in his hands.
I pulled my hand off, took couple of breaths, rose up higher on my knees and lowered my entire face over Carlos’s cock, deep throating him down to his fuzzy balls, which were also hard as fuck and the musk that hit my nose made my hole twitch.
Deepthroating is my specialty. There’s nothing more sexually satisfying to me than the feeling of a thick cock lodged down my throat knowing that my top is getting off on it.
“Holy fuck man! Damn!”, Carlos bellowed and placed a hand atop my bald head. It wasn’t that he was holding my head down over his cock, it was just resting there.
I took a few deep whiffs while I was down there, those thick wiry pubes were caught up in my nose.
Now it was time to show off my skills. I raised my head up to his tip and plunged back down over and over, full throating with each stroke, truly like a fleshlight, at least that’s what other guys have told me.
After several minutes of this, I held Carlos’s cock up so I could lather his hairy balls in my mouth, gently sucking and licking them, all the while basking in his natural musk. Carlos was making all kinds of noises now, squirming in his chair.
I pried my hands under his hairy ass and once again I swallowed that massive cock. This time Carlos used both hands to push my face down as he bucked his hips upward. I felt those glutes flexing in my hands.
There was so much throat goo and we were making a giant mess but I fucking loved every single second of it. My eyes were watery and red and my throat felt shredded.
I’d probably been down on my knees for over 20 minutes worshipping this majestic meat when I stopped and caught Carlos’s attention.
“Damn Carlos. I can suck this cock all night. It’s truly awesome, but I wanna you to let me ride it.”
“You wanna sit on my cock man?”
“Yeah.”
“Ok sexy.”
I helped Carlos pull off his shirt and fuck his chest was fine. Dark black hairs covered his breastbone and his pecs were pretty massive. A treasure trail ran down his abs to his cock.
“How often do you go to the gym to have a body like that?”, I asked as my hand explored his chest and latched onto a nickel-sized nipple.
“I go just about every morning if I can. I was on the wrestling team in high school and like to stay in shape.”
“You do look fabulous Carlos.”
I walked over to my toiletry bag and fetched my small bottle of lube. I poured a bit into my palm and rubbed a good amount over Carlos’s fuckstick.
Then I pushed a little dab up my hole. It was tight, but I was confident I’d open up for this treat.
I straddled Carlos’s thighs facing him, holding his cock on my hand to line it up with my hole and once I’d felt our bodies connect, I used Carlos’s pecs for leverage as I sank my butt down.
We both groaned at the very same time.
“Ohhh fuck!”, we cried out but for different reasons. It felt like Carlos’s dick was tearing me in half. Since I’d been fingering myself earlier my hole certainly closed up. I let my hole adjust to this wanted intruder and took some deep breaths to get through that initial bout of suffering. They say no pain no gain and they were right, whoever they are.
Carlos’s eyes were once again squeezed shut, his tongue hanging out of his lips as I slowly lifted myself up his hard cock’s length until I felt the tip at my hole’s lips. Then I dropped my weight on it again. As my hole began to dilate and gape it became easier to glide up and down and find my prostate gland.
Carlos and I were huffing, moaning, grunting as he let me use his cock stick for my pleasure.
Carlos finally realized my cock was caged because the small lock was bouncing along with me. His hand went right to my crotch.
“No fucking way! Your cock is in a cage? I want to see?”
He didn’t wait, he pulled the waistband of my jock down and with his other hand, wrapped it around my Viper cage.
“I’ve never seen anyone wear one of these before. Oh shit! How long have you been wearing it?”
“I lost track, I’ve been locked up on and off for years, but this time since before Christmas.”
“Don’t you miss touching yourself?”
It was like he wanted to stop fucking me for an interview, but I do like to talk about my chastity so I didn’t mind too much, and his cock was still hard and firmly implanted up my ass.
“No, I like being locked up. It makes me so much hornier and my hole gets me off now. You’ll see”
“Seriously? Like a girl?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Where is the key?”
“My keyholder has it. A fuck bud of mine.”
“That’s so hot.”
Carlos put my locked cock back in my jock.
“You want to try another position?”, he asked.
“Sure, how do you want it? What’s your favorite?”
“Doggy”
“Than doggy it is”
I positioned myself on all 4’s at the edge of the bed and Carlos stood behind me.
I lubed up his cock a little more and then he guided it right back up my backside.
Carlos held his hands on his waist as I bounced my ass up and back on his thick hard dick. My hole clamped around it. I found my p-spot again and moaned like a wild animal as I rubbed myself to orgasm. Thick white streams of my own cum dripped out of my cage and onto my jock, forms of white liquid appeared in the mesh. I gushed a shit ton of cum as it had been so long since my last orgasm.
“Fucking hot, holy fuck! That was fucking hot!”, Carlos said, appreciating my climax.
“Thank you, man. I needed that. Now it’s your turn. Use my fucking hole man.”
Carlos gripped onto my hips so tightly his fingernails were digging into my skin and he was giving me full on deep dicking, stretching my hole to its fullest capacity, going deep as he could. I felt Carlos’s balls bouncing against me and the sounds of flesh on flesh as my hole swallowed up his cock over and over again.
I was breaking out in a sweat. My hands gripped the edges of the pillow at the other side of the bed, my hips still very much in Carlos’s hands as I laid there and felt like a hole…getting the fuck I craved and needed.
“Where do you want me to cum?”, Carlos asked in desperation.
“Up my ass, don’t pull out! Give me your load!”
“Yeah, you want it?”
“YES! Please!”
“You’re gonna get it man!”
Carlos bucked his dick like a jackrabbit inside my ass now, grunting, “ohhhhh fuuuccckkk! Ohhhhh I’mmm cummming man! Ohhhhh fuuuuccckkk! Fuuuuck!”
Carlos slapped my ass a few times as he buried his cock inside me and I felt it dance as it pulsed, releasing all that ball juice inside of me. A warm sensation filled me.
When Carlos pulled his cock out I squeezed my hole shut. I wanted to hold onto it as long as I could.
“That was so hot, thanks man”, I said as I turned my head around to face him.
Carlos was bewildered and still in a trance. His cock was glazed with cum so naturally spun around to clean it off.
When I was done, Carlos shook his head and his hands.
“Fuck! That was something. You mind if I use your shower before I take off?”
“No, please go ahead.”
While Carlos was in the shower, I found his underwear and took a long final sniff. I wanted to remember that scent for the rest of my life.
By the time he finished, I had collected his clothes from the floor and had them folded over the back of the armchair.
Carlos came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.
“Do you mind if I take a pic of you to remember you? The bartender who not only serves up drinks.”
“No, go ahead. All I ask is you don’t put me on the internet.”
“You have my word.”
I found my phone and snapped a couple of photos, and Carlos playfully flexed his biceps for me for the last one.
Once Carlos was dressed I kissed him on the cheek and gave him a hug and said good-bye.
It’s likely our paths will never cross again, but I will never forget Carlos.
