Hank Brown Left
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After work, Tim went to the local pub to meet up with a friend. It was a slow night as he sat at one of the many vacant barstools. The bartender quickly appeared. They exchanged pleasantries while he ordered his beer. Tim watched the muscled man reach into the cooler. At this moment, a slender redhead from across the bar caught his attention. The man was just his type, a fade with a long top and a long-trimmed beard. His eyes kept veering toward the eye candy, watching this delectable dish chatting with friends. Tim's concentration was broken when the muscular bartender sat the beer on the bar. With a smile, the bartender said, "His name is Greg," as he picked up money for the tab.
Tim sipped his corona, eyeing the handsome man while waiting for his friend. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder; slightly startled, he turned to look. He was surprised to see an old acquaintance, who made some small talk as he ordered a beer.
When the acquaintance's friend arrived, the two left to join a group of their friends.
Tim sat there patiently, scoping out the guys. His eyes kept wandering back to the redhead. Tim tried to think where he recognized him. The phone in his pocket was vibrating, breaking his concentration. Retrieving the phone, he saw a message from his friend, apologizing that he couldn't make it.
Tim sighed, sipping his beer as he watched people socialize and mingle. He thought about leaving, as he was alone. Looking up, Tim noticed the redhead was looking his way. When the redhead noticed Tim looking back, he quickly looked away. Tim felt a small glimmer of hope.
Tim chuckled, fantasizing about this guy. The redhead quickly glanced again. Being on the shy side, Tim's butterflies made him want to flee. He was trying to find the courage. He wanted to walk up to this redhead, but his lack of confidence told him otherwise. He rationalized that this guy was with friends; that was enough to dampen the plan.
Tim slowly sipped, being cordial to those who stood next to him while ordering their adult beverage. He smiled politely with an occasional "How are you doing?" pleasantry. As each person ordered and left, he felt like a fish out of water, alone at the pub.
When he finished his beer, Tim set the empty bottle down. He was about to leave when the bartender walked over with another beer. The bartender said, "Someone ordered him a drink and wanted to let you know that Hank Brown left." The bartender turned to serve another customer, leaving Tim in the lurch.
With a quizzical look, Tim looked down at the beer. He questioned the possible meaning of 'Hank Brown left.' He pondered the meaning.
Then, a lightbulb turned on. Tim smiled at one possible meaning. He imagined doing it with the redhead across the bar if he was correct.
Returning from his daze, he looked across the bar. He quickly panicked when he did not see Mr. Fantasy. Tim's eyes thoroughly scanned the room as his heart sank. Disappointed, He sipped on his beer with his elbows on the bar, returning to the thoughts of "Hank Brown."
The person ordered to his left quickly left Tim among the unoccupied seats. Another presence came up from behind, but the bartender didn't rush over. When he heard, "Is this seat taken?" Tim half-heartedly replied, "No," as he pondered about the beer. He felt the presence invading his personal space and could scooch the stool a little more to the right to give the guy some room when he heard, "How are you doing?"
Tim turned to see the angelic smile of the red-headed man seated next to him. He quickly glanced over to the other side and back to the man. Tim's heart jumped for joy as he kept his composure. His personal space was no longer a concern.
"I'm doing good!" Tim replied as his heart thumped in his chest.
"That's great," as the man held out his hand. "I'm Greg." the handsome man smiled.
Tim kept gazing into the man's green eyes as he raised his hand to introduce himself, stammering, "I'm, I'm, I'm Tim."
Greg's leg bumped against Tim's; Tim quickly said, "I'm sorry as he moved his leg away." Greg spread his legs wider, resting his knee against Tim's. This time, Tim didn't move. Greg's knee pressed even further, letting his intentions known.
The bartender returned, turning toward Greg, "I see you're with your friend," as he winked at the red-headed stranger. Tim caught the hint, thinking this could be his lucky night. Undressing the man in his thoughts.
Greg smiled, "Well, yeah, since Hank Brown left," he said to the bartender as he looked at Tim's eyes.
Tim quickly looked down and chuckled after hearing the line again. When he looked at Greg, he smiled as he gave Tim a wink, repeating, "Hank Brown left, and you're Mr. Right."
At that moment, Tim realized they were both on the same wavelength. Mr. Left on his left and him on the right; nothing could be better. He smiled with a shit-eating grin at this new stool mate. Tim lifted the beer to his mouth and gave an acknowledged nod. Before replaying, "Hank Brown, I'm Right?" lifting his beer to Greg as a toast.
They toasted their beers as they smiled at one another.
Greg moved his hand to Tim's thigh as he moved in closer to whisper, "I read your profile."
Tim turned red from embarrassment. He precisely knew what this new friend meant.
In a low voice, Greg leaned over and said, "You're hotter in person. I hope you like what you see. I knew I do," as he traced Tim's lips and chin.
Tim's cock hardened, and he noticeably adjusted himself on the stool.
"You're right about that," as Tim lifted this bottle to toast for a second time. Greg clanked his bottle against Tim's. Both knew this was going in the right direction.
When Tim set his empty bottle down on the bar, Greg grabbed it from his hands. He quickly got up and excused himself, leaving his beer at the bar.
When Greg wandered off, he left Tim a little confused.
The bartender walked up, "Need another drink?"
Tim was confused and said the guy took his beer, and the bartender seemed to understand. "Oh, he'll be right back with a fresh one for you," he said as he fingered drummed on the bar counter before walking away.
Another patron asked if the barstool was taken. Tim was about to answer when the bartender said, "Someone is sitting there, and motioned for the person to come around to the other side. The bartender looks up at Tim and smiles.
Tim smiles as he timidly looks down at the bar, feeling awkward sitting alone with no drink.
Tim jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder as this new acquaintance returned with a full bottle.
Greg placed it in front of Tim before sitting next to him. Tim wrapped his fingers around the amber-filled bottle, feeling the warmth. He noticed a little foamy head at the top. Glancing at Greg, Tim notices Mr. Left giving him a nodding smile. Tim just thought, "he knows me well," as he lifted the bottle to his lips to taste the liquid amber from Greg's personal tap.
Tim tastes the acrid burnt taste as he takes a chug. Greg watches him, smiling. Tim's eyes were locked on Greg as he took another big swig.
"Ah," escapes his lips, letting Greg know he enjoys what Greg has offered.
Greg quickly informed with a laugh, "You're switching to that the rest of the night," indicating Tim had no say. Tim's cock grew, knowing he was being filled with the essence of Greg. He liked this guy, and it seemed like the fantasy might turn into reality.
Unexpectedly, Greg leaned in to kiss Tim; he whispered, "Let's go, as I'll feed you some leftovers tonight." Tim's heart raced. He broadly smiled as he stood up while Greg flagged for the bartender.
After paying the bills, the two men stepped outside. Greg was a little more open. "I've read your profile and can give you what you want. You are what I'm looking for. I'm sure we will enjoy the night and maybe the weekend," as he winked at Tim while walking down the street.
Tim thought nothing of going home with this stranger on a school night. He even forgot about work for the next day.
"I'm over this way," Greg directed. They walked side by side down the quiet street.
Cutting through an Alley, Tim still wore his work clothes, shirt, tie, and slacks as he carried the suit jacket over his shoulder. Greg stops,
turning toward Tim. He leaned in for a kiss. As Greg's tongue probes Tim's mouth, they swap saliva. "Hmmm, I can taste my piss in our mouth," Greg boasted while raising his brows. Holding onto Tim's tie, his fingers fiddle with unloosening the knot. "There, doesn't that feel better?" Greg soothingly said as he kissed Tim again.
After the passionate kiss, Greg pressed Tim's shoulder, "Kneel."
Tim knelt, not having to be told twice, facing the stranger in the quiet alley. His heart pounded from the excitement.
Greg took the suit jacket from Tim, slinging it over his shoulder. He unzipped his pants, fishing out his cock. He stepped closer, holding his cock between his fingers and aiming it at Tim.
Tim prepared for what came next as he suddenly felt the stream hit his face. Greg's flowing cock aimed for his head and hair. Tim felt the warm liquid as it ran down his head and body. The forceful stream hit with a thud against Tim's upturned face.
Tim instinctively closed his eyes and opened his mouth. Greg ignored, aiming his stream at Tim's chest. The material of his white dress shirt clung to his wet chest. Greg worked the stream down the abdomen and waist, finishing up by soaking the man's crotch. Making an apparent dark spot would prove most embarrassing.
Tim was embarrassed to be seen in public this way. His almost transparent shirt clung to his torso, leaving nothing for the imagination. His soaked pants tented as he knelt there in a puddle of aromatic piss. The warmth trickled down his body as Greg peed like a racehorse. Tim just looked up at his red-headed god, shocked. Greg stepped closer, rubbing the piss dribble onto Tim's mouth. When he was completely down, he placed his cock back in his pants. He reached down and pulled Tim up with his tie. Tim obediently followed. With Tim's tie still in his hand, he pulled the soaked lad to him. Kissing him, feeling the wet body soak into his clothes.
They both walked through the streets, Tim obviously wet and smelling like urine. "He read my profile" kept going through his mind. Tim was a little scared but highly excited, hoping the evening would vastly improve.
"You smell so good," Greg stopped, stroking Tim's wet hair. Pulling him in for a kiss, Greg asked, "You want more of me tonight? Tim responded with a passionate kiss. This is what Greg was hoping for.
Greg put his arm around the wet man as they headed in Greg's direction. They stopped with each fart, Greg pulling Tim closer as they kissed. The evening air was being punctuated with Tim's pending meal.
When he got to his house, Greg quickly unlocked the door, pulling Tim inside. He passionately grabs Tim and pulls him close as they kiss.
Both are getting even more excited.
"First, let me make you a drink," Tim offered. Tim stood in the foyer, dripping.
"You look so lovely wearing my piss, I can't wait for dinner," Greg exclaimed. Greg untied the loosened piss-soaked tie around Tim's neck. With a hand wrapped around both ends, Greg guides the dripping boi into the kitchen. Greg stops him, pulling the catch in for a deep kiss. Standing there soaked, Tim watched as Greg unzipped his fly, pulling out an impressive cock. Without breaking eye contact, Greg pulled a glass from the cabinet, placed it under his cock. Greg closed his eyes briefly; the sound of the piss filling the glass broke the silence. Greg took a sip, sighing, "delicious," before handing the glass to Tim, "Enjoy."
Greg sat atop the counter, watching the soggy man savor his golden amber. He reached down and stroked his exposed dick looking into Tim's eyes. Breaking the silence, Greg let one rip. Only to be followed by a loud, noxious aroma filling the air as the gas vibrated off the counter. In a deadpan face, Greg announced, "Dinner is almost ready."
Tim's cock stiffened at the thought, raising the glass of Greg's essence to his mouth; he took another sip, knowing that he was the guest in dinner plans. Greg prepared something special for him to enjoy.
Greg passed more gas, smiling as he looked at Tim. "I think I should set the placemat," as he jumped off the counter. "We don't want to soil your shirt." Greg walked his fellow diner by his tie, leading him down the hall and into the basement.
Greg opened the creaky door to the dark dungeonesque basement. The old stone walls eerily reflected the dimly lit passage. Tim could sense the musky dampness of the dark, dank basement. His heart raced as they entered into the forbidden darkness.
Greg stopped and pulled Tim close to him for a kiss. He felt Tim's damp body before pulling the cord to turn on the overhead light. Tim looked around the room, spotting a rim seat on the ground.
"Oh, my! I forgot to set the dinner places," as he went for a towel from nearby shelves. With a quick snap, Greg unfolded the towel, placing it on the floor. "There, that is a lot better."
Greg walks over to Tim, pulling him in for a kiss. Greg's hands explore Tim's body as they passionately kiss.
Grabbing Tim by the tie, he loosely re-ties the knot. He slides the knot up to Tim's neck. He turns, reaching for a bib, placing it around Tim's neck, and tying the strings in the back. Looking into Tim's eyes, Greg announces dinner is ready.
Tim lays down in his work clothing, and Greg places the chair over his head. He looks down to see Tim's handsome face framed by the toilet seat.
Greg reaches for his belt, loosening it around his waist. He straddles Tim, lowering his pants and underwear before taking his seat.
Tim looked up at the inviting hole as it hung over his face. He arches his neck to swipe his tongue over the exposed hole. The muskiness fills his mouth as his tongue glides over the greasy hole. He reaches up to grab Greg's thighs as he passionately kisses the lightly furry hole.
Greg relaxes on the seat, passing more gas into his guest's face. He moaned when he felt the mouth against his hole. He feels the bowel movement moving in as he passes more gas, stinking up the air.
Tim's cock snaked down his pant leg as he swirled his tongue over the rosebud. The muskiness triggered his cock to leak.
Resting his head back down, he watches as Greg's hole swells. The lips push outward, allowing the hole to expand. The hole crackles as the hole dilates.
Tim's mouth watered, knowing he should be polite and eat everything offered. He moaned when he saw the meal starting to crown.
It crackled as it descended, and the hole expanded around it.
With the tip of his tongue, Tim tasted the hors d'oeuvre. It slowly appeared from the hole. He wrapped his lips around it. The familiar taste filled his mouth as he started to drool. More of the log descended into his mouth as he gave head to the birth of his meal.
Tim moaned, opening his mouth wider to receive the meal Greg offered.
Greg suddenly pinched his cheeks, snapping off the log and plopping into Tim's mouth. Tim lay there momentarily, saving the bitter-nutty flavor, the creamy texture, as he rolled his tongue around the treat. His cock jumped when he took the first bite, chewing the shit. The shit clung to his cheeks, tongue, and teeth. His saliva mixed with the creaminess, melting in his mouth. As the mush shit oozed into the back of his mouth. He swallowed, digesting the first of his meal.
Greg could hear Tim smack his lips as he tried to make his shit pliable to swallow.
Tim closed his eyes as he rolled the log around in his mouth. The shit softened, allowing him to swallow. He could taste shit, smell shit which made his confined cock throb.
Greg felt the pressure on his bladder as he clinched his hole shut. Sensing Tim was done with the first bites, he allowed the shit to flow. Pissing at the same time onto Tim's chest. The shirt clung to Tim's skin, the warmth spread across his chest, pooling first before overflowing as the piss streamed over the sides.
Tim felt the wetness under him as his clothes clung to his body, and his mouth filled with the second load. He chewed to make more room to take more of Greg's offering that protruded past his lips. The flavor and texture were a delight to Tim's taste buds as he maneuvered the load around in his mouth.
Slowly taking small bites, which were easier to swallow.
Once he had Greg's shit in his belly, he touched the back of Greg's thigh. Greg unclenched his ass cheeks, allowing more of his meal to be received. Greg could feel Tim's breath on his bottom as he relaxed his sphincter.
The turd snaked down from the ass, this time a little thinner but longer. Tim tried to swirl the log in his mouth like a soft ice cream cone.
His cheeks bulged out as he tried to capture as much as possible. The rest piled up over his open mouth, coiling on his jaw and nose.
Tim reached up to move the remaining shit to his neck. He began to chew, softening the shit to swallow. The taste drove fueled the fire inside of him as his cock oozed onto his thigh, causing a wet spot in his pants.
Greg picked up the remnants from Tim's neck, holding them. Tim continued to savor and moan.
Greg listened to the smacking lips, knowing his guest was enjoying the meal. Tim chewed and swallowed, each time adding more of Greg's shit to the contents in his stomach.
Greg reaches down with the log, feeling for Tim's mouth. Finding the target, he dropped the leftover turd into Tim's mouth. He listened to the feeder hoggishly chow down on the morsel.
Greg relaxed one more time.
This time, it was the finish of his dump. It wormed its way from Greg's ass toward Tim's open mouth when it plopped in. Tim's head went back and forth as he chewed on his reward.
When he finished consuming his reward. he rested his head against the ground, looking at the dirty hole above him. The dirt tantalized his senses, wanting to clean up after he ate. Tim rose to the occasion, licking the remnants of the feeding from the source.
Greg vocalized how great Tim's tongue felt on his ass hole. Greg shivered when Tim's tongue penetrated his ring. Leaving no trace behind.
Greg had to stop the tongue fucking. He stood up, setting the chair to the side. "Kneel."
Tim quickly got up on his knees and knelt before the chef.
Greg lowered his pants further, grabbing the back of Tim's head.
Tim felt his head guided to Greg's cock. He graciously opened his mouth to accept the prized piece of meat.
Greg held his head as fucked Tim's face, pistoning back and forth. Greg enjoyed sliding his cock down Tim's throat as Tim fought to gag.
He held on with both hands as his cock felt amazing. The slipper shaft glistened as it plummeted in and out of the mouth.
Tim felt the cock slide down his throat when the balls slapped his chin. He could move as he drooled onto the invading shaft, making it easier to slide deep.
Greg placed both hands on the back of Tim's head. His pistoning cock was coated with thick phlegm, which made it feel even better, taking him to ecstasy.
Greg felt his balls boiling as he thrust into the warm, moist mouth. All his nerve endings tingled, and his knees started to buckle.
It was at this point that he knew and yelled he was cumming, as the balls released a fireball that resonated through his body.
Coursing from his insides through his prostate. His cock expanded as the cum raced through his shaft, exploding into the guest's mouth. Greg had Tim's face to his groin as the second volley blew through his body. His knees buckled as he released another torrent down the man's gullet.
Tim tasted Greg's saltiness with his deep thrust. With his nose to Greg's pubs, he felt Greg try to go deeper with each volley, overflowing his mouth. The cum oozed out the side of his mouth as the cock was jammed down his throat.
With the final volley of cum, Greg let up on the pressure. Tim felt the cock down his throat but was able to dislodge the intruder so he could breathe.
Greg looked down, seeing his cum running down his guest's chin. He held onto the back of Tim's head as he came down from the ecstasy.
Tim knew to stay kneeling with Greg's cock in his mouth that Greg wasn't finished until he drank more of the golden amber his host so freely provided. It.
He still tasted the shit as it caked to the inside of his mouth. He tasted the bitterness of Greg's piss as Greg started to fill his mouth.
Tim could control the flow, giving him time to swallow, only to be repeatedly filled up.
When the stream died down. Greg pulled out his cock, wiping it across Tim's face. He reinserted his cock for Tim to clean off. Being sensitive, he pulled back out, holding onto it.
Tim tried to get his mouth back on the tube, only to be denied. Greg slipped his cock back into his pants. He quickly untied the bib before stepping back, allowing Tim to get up.
Greg's mood quickly changed as he walked Tim to the door. Closing the door behind Tim, making him walk back alone.
Tim's cock still throbbed. His wet clothes clung to his body as he smelled and tasted shit. He was too much in heaven to give a fuck what people thought when they saw him walk down the street.