BEER BUST SUNDAY (c) Rover 2007 gay male/urination
This story features sex between men. Do not read it if you are underage or if such material offends you. Also, the characters in my stories have unsafe sex. Enjoy the fantasy, and use rubbers when you fuck!
Sunday afternoon beer bust at the local leather/bear/blue-collar bar is a blast. Big outdoor patio packed with shirtless men. Smooth, hairy, beefy, sweaty, all ages, all colors. A sea of hot tattooed flesh. And it's loud. Rock and roll is blasting and a couple hundred horny guys with a beer buzz are yelling at each other to be heard over the music. Smiles. Gropes. Beer splashes as men squeeze through the crowd. The eye contact is intense but friendly.
My favorite spot is on a narrow deck that runs along one side of the patio. It's about four feet wide, twenty feet long, and two or three feet higher than the pavement below. It's the best place to see -- and be seen. Men are packed up here as well. I'm hangin' with some buddies, feeling the sun on my furry chest, enjoying the heavy scent drifting up from everyone's undeodorized pits. I have a beer in one hand; my other hand rests on the wooden rail. My knees and hips bounce slightly to the music as I drink in the scene.
I catch a whiff of skunk smoke and I smile... I have a fondness for pot. I sniff at the air, enjoying how all the smells mix together. The hairy arms of a burly man wrap around me from behind; I feel his hard torso against my back, and his crotch pressing into the seat of my camo shorts. Grrrrrf, that feels good! His big paw is in front of my face; he's presenting me with a half-smoked joint. I pinch it from his fingers and half-turn to see who this guy is.
Hugging me from behind is a man I noticed the moment I walked in. Thick black hair, brown eyes, black mustache, and beard-stubble that looks like it grows back five minutes after he shaves. He's smiling but his brow is furrowed, making him look stern and a little wicked. Turkish, I think. He looks like those dark, sultry muscle-bears who like to mud-wrestle. I can smell him, too; strong. I fantasize about sucking the stink from his furry pits. And anywhere else he might stink.
I take a couple hits and hand the joint back to him. He watches me exhale the smoke, nodding his head a little to the music. I decide not to say anything, at least not yet... the eye contact with this beautiful stud is intoxicating.
He passes what's left of the joint to my buddies, and then wraps his arms around me again from behind, this time squeezing me tight. I relax as my buzz intensifies, and melt into his embrace. His strong furry arms are scraping my tits, sending electrical impulses through my body, making my nuts tingle. His mouth is on my right ear, and his tongue slathers it with spit as he engulfs it. His cock, already nestled into the crack of my ass, throbs violently, and begins to poke hard against the thin cotton of our shorts.
Man, whatever this guy wants, he can have it.
He tugs down on the waist of my camo's. I've got a white jock on (well, it used to be white, but I never wash it), so my ass is exposed to him. My shorts ride under my ass but are still covering me up in front -- the side of me that's facing the crowd. A couple guys in the patio are looking at me and smiling, but most everyone else is distracted elsewhere. I'm feeling sexy and don't give a fuck who's watching me. If I weren't an exhibitionist, I wouldn't be on the fucking deck.
My new friend -- I found out later his name is Mark -- releases his grasp and runs his hands down my arms. It feels like he's kneeling down behind me. HOLY FUCK, is that the stubble of his beard grazing against the small of my back? Down into my crack? Against my butt- hole? OH MAN, his lips are on my hole! He spreads my ass-cheeks with his hands and kisses my hot pucker. His tongue pushes in. OH FUUUUUUUCK, I'm getting rimmed at the beer bust!
It feels so fucking good, his tongue circling inside my nasty chute, his lips massaging my ass-ring, his stubble lightly scraping the tender flesh of my cheeks. I spread my feet apart and push my ass back against his face. My piggy squat has made Mark hungrier. He groans and makes smacking noises as he eats my fuckin' hole out. I grunt and push my rosebud into his mouth. Ahhhrrrrrg... my eyes close and I get lost in the sensation.
My cock throbs suddenly and pre-cum gushes into my jock. Feels like a mini-orgasm. I open my eyes and look down at my crotch. My camo's sport a huge wet spot spreading next to the lump of my obvious hard-on.
I'm only a foot away from the guys standing on the pavement in front of the deck; my crotch is right in their faces. One guy is staring, seemingly mesmerized by whatever's going on in my pants. He reaches up and fondles my bulge, then looks up at me as if asking permission. I smile and nod, still lost in the bliss of my rim-job. The guy touching my crotch tugs down on my camo's; they fall to my ankles, revealing my rank, moist jock pouch. He gasps with delight, then leans forward and plants his open mouth over my straining cock, sucking a couple months' worth of piss, sweat, and cum from the rank fabric.
I'm grasping the rail for support as these two men service me with their mouths. When somebody pinches my left nipple, I look over to see one of my buddies, smiling and nodding his approval of the scene. "Hot," he grunts in my ear, then rejoins the conversation of our group.
Mark has a very talented tongue. He's making love to my rosebud. He lusciously slobbers and pokes and sucks at my manhole like he can't get enough. I alternate contracting and relaxing my ass-ring, opening wider with each exhalation, allowing him deeper access to the inner sanctum of my bowels. I'm fuckin' wiping my ass on this hottie's face, now slimy with his own spit.
Mark rises behind me, and with one graceful thrust, he presses his now-exposed hard-on against my sloppy hole. Pop! It enters effortlessly. Half his dick slides into me. FUCK! I can't help groaning aloud. I see quite a few guys have their eyes on us.
I relax my ass chute around Mark's thick meat, and AHHHHH! The rest of it slides in. I feel his wiry body hair grind against my backside. FUCK, this guy's cock is FILLING ME UP. Mark is making circular motions with his hips, his cock sliding relentlessly in and out of my hungry fuck-hole.
In front of me, the jock-sucker yanks the soaking pouch aside and pops my hard-on right down into his throat. FUCK! I moan again. I'm sure I have an audience now and I couldn't care less.
My cock's getting power-sucked. I can see at least three guys in the patio are watching and beating off, whacking away at their exposed dicks and licking their lips.
Mark is going wild behind me, grunting his pleasure, pinching my tits, biting my neck, and ass-fucking me to the beat of the music. I turn my head and suddenly we are mouth-to-mouth. We devour each other in a greedy, spit-swapping kiss. FUCK, he tastes like ass! MY ASS! Hot, nasty, tangy, fuckin' DELICIOUS. Our kiss is making Mark even crazier. He whimpers into my mouth. His cock feels enormous in my chute, pumping my ass hard, churning my guts. His bear-hug grasp tightens; his cock EXPLODES, blasting his steaming load of ball juice up my deep end. Blast after blast, he's grinding his thick spunk deep into me.
I squeeze my ass-ring to milk every drop of his nut into my greedy manhole, which spurs my own orgasm rushing up from my balls. I thrust into my cocksucker's iron throat. He whines; he knows I'm there. He eases up on my swollen, throbbing cock, jerking the base with one hand while slurping up and down on the head. Just then Mark slides his cock out of my leaky ass. A guttural growl escapes my throat. My nut pops and I feel my hot cum gushing into the cocksucker's mouth. He gulps loudly, drinking me in for what seems like a full minute. Mark's arms support me as my knees buckle. Every muscle is quivering. Chest heaving. Head lolled back onto Mark's shoulder. Eyes closed in rapture. I hear a smattering of applause, whistles, and cat-calls.
Mark shifts my weight back onto my own wobbly legs. I lean onto the rail for support and enjoy the looks from all the guys smiling at me. Once more I feel Mark's stubble brushing my back as he kneels. Once more his lips contact my anal opening. His hands spread my cheeks wide. My freshly-fucked man-cunt spews its load; Mark groans and slurps it loudly into his mouth, sucking and searching, not wanting to neglect a drop.
I look down to see my contented cocksucker below, looking up at me with grateful eyes. He speaks. "You gotta piss?" he asks.
I nod, and close my eyes. He leans forward and shoves my slimy, half- hard cock between his lips. I open a flood-gate; an afternoon's- worth of beer comes roaring out. He splutters and gulps frantically, until, unable to keep up with the flow, he removes his mouth and points my cock towards his face and chest, hosing himself down as I drain my aching bladder. As the flow diminishes, he drinks the final few squirts. Dripping with piss, he looks up at me, beaming, and mouths "thank you."
Mark, content to have eaten out every one of his thousands of sperm from my guts, rises to his feet and helps me pull up my shorts. I button the fly with quivering fingers. Mark turns me around to face him, and instantly our mouths are pressed together again, this time with the added flavor of his spicy seed mixed with my ass juice and his already-delicious spit. We look into each other's eyes, and smile. I kneel down and slip his slimy cock into my mouth, sucking it clean. FUCK THAT TASTES GOOD!
See you next Sunday at the beer bust.
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