Delivery from Jimmy

Grabbing his belt, I pulled him to me, sliding my hand directly into his pants and grabbing his cock. He definitely wasn’t wearing underwear and wasn’t fighting me. He moans as my hand starts sliding up and down the fat cock. Every time I go in to kiss him, he pulls away from me, and finally says, “Listen man, I’m down with fucking you, but I’m not kissing you.” With that I push him away, turn to the bar and bend over. Pushing down my pants I spread my ass for him. He wolf whistles at that and I turn back over my shoulder and say, “Are you gonna fuck me or not kid?”

Before I could finish the last word, his cock was sliding deep into my ass. My brother’s load was making it easy for him to gain entry. He started fucking me hard, just hammering into my ass. He clearly was in this to cum, so I started milking his cock with my ass. Sliding myself back on his cock. “Fuck, now I know why that guy was moaning so loud.” His thrusts are fast and deep, he’s panting as he fucks me. It’s not long before he’s pressed deep into me and I feel his cum dripping down my legs with my brother’s.

Pulling out of me, he grabs a bar napkin and wipes his cock clean. “Fuck dude, that was kinda hot. My buddies aren’t gonna believe me when I tell them this.” I pull my pants up and smile, telling him I’d be back sometime to do it again. I swear he blushed 10 shades of red and said he’d like that. With that I was out the door.

Getting in my car I could feel the cum from Ryan and, well I guess I never got his name, leaking out of me. It turned me on so much. I started my car and pulled out of the parking lot. Just as I was getting back on the main road, my phone chimed. My husband was texting me to let me know that he and Mack were going to grab a drink after their work out. A part of me wondered if Mack would tell him about me letting him use my ass, but I was pretty sure that he’d keep it under wraps.

With the knowledge that I was going to be on my own for most of the evening, because Mack and my husband usually would shut the bar down, I made a spur of the moment decision. Making a quick right, I decided that I was going to go out myself.

I should explain that I have never really been much of a bar fly, even in my younger years. So, the idea of me heading out to a bar, on my own, was new even for me. However, with this new-found sexual freedom I was experiencing, I decided that I was going to see what would happen. I’d also heard of a newer bar opening up, it was supposed to be more of a bear bar, but I loved a hairy muscle man.

Snaking my way across town I pull up to the bar, given that it was relatively early and a week night, I expected the bar to be pretty empty. Surprisingly, there was almost no parking. Pulling around the back of the building I looked down at my clothes, and realized I wasn’t really dressed for a bear bar. While I’d put on tight clothes for Ryan, my shirt wasn’t a bar shirt. I unbuttoned it and threw it in the passenger seat, knowing that my white tank top and my tight jeans would be enough.

Walking around front, I walked through the door, it was like the music stopped and everyone turned to look. I wasn’t the hottest guy on earth, but to most of these guys, I was like honey. Stepping up to the bar, I made sure to arch my back a bit to show off my ass. I knew these jeans were tight enough to slip into my crack, and anyone looking close enough could probably see the wet spot there from the loads I took earlier.

As I waited for my drink, I see a guy over in the corner who looks vaguely familiar. Thinking it was just someone that I probably have seen in passing I think nothing of it, take my drink and walk toward the back of the bar. As I sat down at a table, it clicked. The guy in the corner was Dave. I was just about to jump off my barstool and go over and introduce myself, but as I turned to move his direction he was already there.

“Hey man, what are you doing in bar like this without your man?” I told him that he was out having a drink with his friend Mack.

Dave shook his head, clearly my husband had either talked about Mack, or he’d met him before. I asked him what he was doing there. He said he just wanted to blow off some steam before going home.

He was actually pretty easy to talk to and we talked about a lot of different stuff before the elephant in the room was brought up. “Mikey, I think you’re a pretty great guy for not freaking out when you walked in on us. Most guys wouldn’t have been nearly as forgiving.”

“I can’t judge him for looking, and I’ve not been an angel myself Dave. Even though I know he was getting fucked by you before I stepped out, I still cheated too.”

Dave just looked at me a little shocked. “You know, he resisted me at first, he kept saying that he couldn’t be a cheater, that he couldn’t do that you, that he loved you. I was the one who wouldn’t let it go, I just knew that once I got in him, he would be mine whenever I needed a fuck. And, I was right.”

I saw his hand drop to his crotch and adjust himself. His hefty cock, clearly snaking down the leg of his jeans. As soon as his hand left his crotch, I slid mine over and caressed his bulge. “Do you feel guilty about turning my husband into a cheating cock slut Dave?” He shook his head no. My grip tightens on his cock, and he gasps, “Do you wish that you could have us both?” He nods, panting as I stroke him.

Standing and stepping between his legs, I grab his belt and start undoing it. He grabs my hands to stop me, staring in my eyes. He’s searching for some kind of answer to what I’m doing. His hands move from my wrists to my hips, while I continue to stare into his gorgeous green eyes. I start working on his belt again, and I finally get it open. His hands have migrated from my hips to my ass, and he’s kneading my ass cheeks. Never breaking eye contact, I undo the button and unzip his jeans.

I slide my hand into the opening, and pull his leaking cock out, running my thumb over the dripping head. His eyes close and his breath catches. I lean forward and start kissing his neck. One of his hands lets go of my ass and grabs the back of my head, pulling me up into a kiss. Chewing on my lips, while he tongue fucks my throat, we’re both lost to the fact that we’re in the middle of the bar.

I break our embrace and pull my thumb up to my mouth, sucking his juices off. His cock is so fat and almost as big as Mack’s. My whole body is trembling with need right now, and his rough hand on my neck isn’t helping my insatiability.

Our kissing is so intense it feels like we’re melting, opening my eyes briefly I look over his shoulder to see a few guys watching and palming their crotches. I didn’t care who watched, I wanted this man, I wanted him to have me like he’d had my husband.

Pulling out of the kiss, I told him with catching breath “I need you to fuck me Dave.” With one hand still on my neck, the intensity in his eyes was almost terrifying, as I felt his other hand move up my ass and then plunge under my waist band. I undid the front of my pants, so his hand could make the journey to his target. The texture of his rough hands made me break out in goosebumps all over my body. Then he found the holy land he was searching for.

My vision exploded in white stars as his finger plunged deep into my stretched, cum filled ass. I could feel cum escape me as he withdrew. I saw the knowledge of what he was feeling pass across his eyes, and then the intensity turned to what can only be described as ferocity. He was ready, and I was his prey. A second finger plunged into me and he said, “How many loads you got in that pussy, slut?”

I didn’t break his gaze, but I am sure he saw the change in my face, “There are two sir.”

Just as he was about to plunge a third finger into me, the bartender came over, “Guys, this if fuckin hot and all, but I can’t let you keep going in the bar. We’d lose our license if the cops came in.” He then stepped closer and whispered loud enough for me to hear him, “You let me fuck him when you’re done, and you can use the storage room.” Without breaking eye contact, Dave says, “Deal!”

With that the bartender hustled us to the back of the bar and a staircase. He pointed down the stairs and said, “You can fuck all you want down there.” He looked lewdly at my ass and grabbed his cock, and shook it at me saying, “Can’t wait to feel that pussy.”

We raced down the stairs. It took me mere seconds to get naked and I leaned forward against a shelf, popping my ass out. Much to my surprise, instead of the blunt head of cock being the first thing I felt, I feel Dave’s tongue taking sweeping licks of my already abused hole.

He was making love to it with his tongue. Slowly circling the puffy ring, swollen from overuse. Sucking on it as he pulled away. Then he stood and slowly massaged it with his fingers. Gentle in every motion, slowly working it, kneading it.

I glanced back, and his face was glistening in the dim light. I knew that he was covered in juice and cum. I spun around and pulled him into a kiss. Sucking the remnant of the Ryan and the bartender off his tongue and lips. Tasting the musk of my ass and I savored the saltiness of the cum.

He turned us and started backing us in a new direction. Before I could turn, I realized why, as my legs hit a wooden surface. Glancing back, I noticed he’d spotted a desk. I lay back on the desk and he gently lifted my legs to his shoulders.

“Last chance to back out.” He said as his cock ascended into me. He knew that once he was inside me, I’d never say no. Grabbing my hips the sensual touches, the gentleness of the past few minutes was gone. He was a man on a mission and his mission was dominance and seeding. He was hammering my ass.

Holding me down and pulling me onto his cock, he was fucking me at a fevered pace. The sound of our bodies clapping together echoed through the basement, though I’m sure were overpowered by the music above us.

He leaned forward, seeking a hungry kiss, which I was all too happy to oblige. “Fuck me” I grunted through gritted teeth as his thrusts slammed home. I saw a flicker of something in his eyes. Then a falter in his thrusts. Then the familiar feeling of a cock swelling. We’d only been going for a few minutes, but his intensity made it feel like forever. Then it happened, my body went rigid, the hair on it standing up, and I let out a bellow that I’m sure they heard over the music and I came. My ass clamped down on the fat cock in me, but it was enough.

Dave grimaced and then let out an almost feral cry as my ass was filled with a warm sensation. It felt good as the warmth spread. He was hammering each shot deeper. It was as if he was trying to get me pregnant, to make sure his seed took.

He collapsed on me and the feeling of his sweaty, hairy body on me was amazing. The man who had given my husband so much pleasure had just fucked me. Now I knew why my husband kept going back for more.

Dave pushed himself up, and his softening cock slipped from me. “Fuck, Mikey, you and your husband are both such great fucks. I’m going to need more of you.” I just looked up at him and nodded. “I’d like that Dave.”

With that he stepped over to our clothes and started getting dressed. “Are you really going to let the bartender fuck you?”

“A deal’s a deal.” I said with a wink. With that, he bounded up the stairs and was gone.

I only had to wait a minute before I heard someone coming down the stairs again. I’d stood up and bent over the desk I’d just been fucked on, bracing myself. I glanced back, and the bartender had just opened his pants and pulled his cock out. I knew this was a cumdump fuck.

With little fan fare or foreplay, he thrust his cock into me. He was thick, but not nearly as big as some of the others I’d had recently. He started immediately jackhammering into me, like I was a fleshlight tucked between the mattress and box spring.

He grabbed my hips and was pulling me back onto his cock, with each thrust. In an effort to make this a bit more pleasurable for myself, I put one leg up onto the desk. With that shift, and slight change in angle from him, he was hitting my prostate like an ace marksman. Every thrust, white lights.

Just as I was really getting into it, and liking the fuck this guy was giving me, he let out a grunt and was cumming. I could feel it dripping down my legs, along with Dave’s, Ryan’s, and the other bartender.

Then with little fanfare he pulled out and starts cleaning his dick off. A firm slap on the ass is what I got as a thanks, “Sweet pussy slut, I’d love to use it again sometime.”

“In your dreams” was all I could think.

I gathered up my clothes and put my jeans back on but decided to leave the tank off. I walked up the stairs, and with each step could feel the cum dripping from my ass. As I emerged from the basement there was a group of guys near the door leering at me. Some of them groped me, some of them just stared, but I pushed my way through them.

As I neared the door, this guy walks over to me from a small room I failed to notice by the door – beautiful brown eyes, luscious lips, gorgeous ebony skin, painted on black jeans and t-shirt. He licks his lips as he approaches. 

Looking up from the ridiculous bulge in his pants, I know he caught me looking. He motions for me to come over to him, so I do. He gestures to the office and I see the video screens which obviously recorded what I just did in the basement. “I’ll make sure the tape is erased, but I might keep one for myself.” I suddenly am flushed with embarrassment. His hand touches my shoulder and travels down my back, “Or, you can give me the real thing.”