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Hello Nifty Readers: These are the continued "Confessions of a Horny Catholic Boy", they span Johnny's adventures, 1st begun in the Gay/Incest Archives, through his teen years into adult hood. Enjoy!
"It Started at the Gay Bar" (The Continued Confessions of a Horny Catholic Boy)
by John S-A Kwiatkowski
1983
From the outside The Pub looked like any run-of-the-mill bar you would find in a Western Massachusetts city. The "Club District" in Springfield was laced with a place for everyone- Dance,Retro,Stripper Gay and Straight. They were housed in buildings reused over the centuries from the original purposes. From all varieties I happened on The Pub nearly a decade before I began working for the Springfield History Museum.
It was during one of my art supply shopping sprees that I walked through the doorway into a low-lit atmospheric typical blue collar bar- nondescript except that it was a well known Gay bar. That first time found me one of maybe 8 patrons in a bare brick walled room dominated by a horseshoe shaped bar surrounded by vinyl covered wood back stools. Beer company promotional mirrors added some color, but all in all, the place had a welcoming quality. The other customers were engrossed in a game show on the TV, barely reacting to the bright burst daylight when I walked in off the street.
Paul, the heavy-set middle aged bartender said "hello" as he dropped a coaster in front of me. I asked for a shot and beer with which he quickly returned. I placed a $20 on the counter to which he responded:
"That's on us- a sort of welcome to new faces."
I thanked him and was sure to leave the bill as a tip. Years added up, but I would stop at the Pub whenever I was in the city. Before long it was a place of friends and good times. The following narrative is about both- a friend and a very good time.
April 1993
After several months. I finally settled in to my position as Exhibits Designer at the Springfield History Museum. Granted it wasn't the best use of a Master's Degree in Fine Arts; but it put me in touch with the right circles. My private commissions were not neglected and it was joy to work in the Museum environment. I commuted by Public Transit early each morning, allowing me to leave work at 3:00 pm. It was only my social life that was neglected. My only connection with "like minded men" was at Clubs, Adult Bookstore (LOVE those Glory Holes) and the Pub.
I looked on sex as an adventure and the opportunities often were unexpected. That April afternoon found me on a stool at The Pub, making light conversation with Paul, the bartender. I always sat at the far end- giving me view of who came and went. The scrape of a nearby stool alerted me that I must have missed a new customer.
"Hi Paul, can get a Bud please?" asked an unfamiliar voice. I looked to my left and was pleased to see a very attractive young Latino, about ten years younger than my 33 years of age. He smiled at me, which prompted me to tell Paul that the beer was on me.
"Thank you. My name is Peter." he said in a melodious voice- neither to high nor low. He was a brunette with a Buzz Cut and close trimmed goatee. His eyes were dark with long lashes that reminded me of the painted busts of Ancient Egypt. Peter had a classical profile with sensuous lips that parted to reveal a bright smile.
"Hello and you are welcome, my name is John." I replied as I shook the strong grip of his hand. He was dressed in a dark t-shirt, hooded sweat shirt and blue nylon basketball shorts. Every item of clothing accentuated the athletic body beneath. Compared to his sporty look, I felt over dressed in my pleated trouser, white dress shirt and silk tie. I took the opportunity to order a cranberry/vodka on ice for myself as I pulled my stool closer.
Time and conversation passed easily between us, I could not help but to get lost in his eyes. I felt his hand on my knee. We talked about his education and interests as my hand returned the attention. I had the benefit of letting my hand slip along the bare flesh of his left thigh. The smooth light brown skin was covering the honed thigh muscles. I looked for any clue that my caress was not welcomed, instead a reassuring hand rested on mine. More so, a more obvious signal came when that hand guided mine further up towards the leg opening of the shorts. The physical flirtation came to a disconnect, when several new guys walked in to the bar.
The newcomers settled on the opposite of the bar, leaving me free to continue chatting with Peter. Paul came over to see if we needed refills, which I happily put on my tab. Peter stood up and stretched before resuming his seat. I was pleasantly surprised when he took my hand and placed on his thigh- even higher than where I had it earlier. So emboldened, I let my fingers go in deeper- fully expecting to meet the obstruction of an underwear barrier. To my most pleasurable surprise, my finger tips felt the velvet skin of his swelling Latino sausage. He only gave me a mischievous wink as acknowledgement.
Peter had done a little re-positioning when he had stretched earlier. His cock was given room to grow down the left cuff as he was in full "commando" mode underneath the silky sports shorts. Everyone in the bar was oblivious to our physical flirtation since we were seated at the end of the bar. I was able to get my thumb and forefinger around the rod- that is barely around and he was not fully hard. There was a generous amount of overhanging foreskin around the head,
I had an idea as to how to give Peter a little help attaining a full hardon without attracting any attention. It was no longer important what we were talking about, as long as it was casual. I fished out a shard of ice from my drink as I took sip. The frozen shape rolled in my mouth as I let the warmth of my tongue smooth away any sharp edges. Feigning a cough, I spit the ice into my hand. The 7 inch lip of the protruding bar top was perfect concealment for my further explorations into Peter's shorts. Holding the ice in my fingers, my right hand teased up the hem of his shorts. The hooded head of the penis was not far from edge of his shorts- in fact it was damn near jutting out.
Gingerly I introduced the frigid lump under the cowl of his uncut cock. I let the cold intruder glide along the glands of the Latino prick. Almost immediately, the plum-sized head pushed out from the fleshy shelter.
"SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS." Peter hissed under his breath as the chill went through his cock. I glanced down to check out my handiwork. In my palm throbbed a hefty dark skinned piece of pipe, though the length was equal to my 8", it exceeded me in diameter easily. I couldn't resist giving the length a few tugs. He pressed his body closer to mine as I reloaded with a fresh piece of ice. The bartender was on the other side of the bar talking to two customers, leaving Peter and myself as the soul occupants of the opposite end.
His cock was pointing to the ceiling fan by the time my inquisitive fingers returned. There was a silence as he went into a sensory overload from the sensation of the ice slipping across the contours of the exposed mushroom head and up along the piss hole. Again, Peter hissed with a sharp intake of breath. He leaned back enough to re-position his erection in the baggy shorts.
Peter pushed back his stool when he came to his feet. He leaned in towards me, pressing in to me.
"Te deseo tanto ahora mismo! Wait a minute then follow me to the men's room." he whispered in my ear before nibbling at the lobe. Off he walked quickly, taking care that his hard cock was not noticed.
It seemed like an eternity before it came time for me to follow him, Whether it was noticed or not, but my cock was rock hard in my tweed trousers.
Pausing a moment with a hand on the door when I reached the Restroom, I took a deep breadth and swung the door open. Across the tiled room, I saw Peter at one of the urinals, gazing intently my reflection in the over head wall of mirrors. The creaking door banged shut leaving us alone with our lust. In a heart beat, Peter spun around and wedged a metal trash can against the door before grabbing hold of my head in two hands.
Our lips locked in full release our sexual desire. His soft lips pressed to mine, followed by our tongues. Hungrily we tugged at lips and exchanged our breath in a wild frenzy. I held his face in my grasp as his fingers intertwined in my hair. Both sets of hands fumbled with my belt, button and zipper. As much as I wanted his lips on my cock. I knew that I wanted this to be more than a bathroom tussle. I leaned over to recapture his tongue in my lips. His eyes burned with a lust reflected in my own.
"Let's do this right." I said in a breathless tone.
"Definitely! I know a place close by. Come on. Peter huffed as I rearranged my belt and zipper. "Wait fo me outside, I'm parked around the corner."
I didn't ask for explanations, I just knew that I wanted that cock buried in me. My face was flushed, but the dim lights worked in my favor to hide it. I said my good byes but not before paying Paul and leaving a decent tip. Though it was now late afternoon, the glare was intense enough to blind me for a few seconds when I exited the Pub. I walked a few yards to wait for Peter. He wasted no time and within a flash joined me on the street.
"I'm parked over here. My cousin has a motel down the street we can use." Peter said as we walked with urgency to his car. Once inside the vehicle, I reached over to Peter and fished out his Spanish chorizo as he pulled into traffic. It looked thicker in the light of day.
"You like my cock. don't you? I'm going to fuck the shit out of your ass!" Peter announced. I played with the foreskin which was wet with precum. I leaned in closer with the intention of giving him a little car head- but before I knew it, we were pulling into the motel parking lot. The car jolted and jostled over the curb, coming to a stop near the Rental Office door.
"Wait for me here, I'll get a room." Peter instructed. He was about to open the vehicle door, when he turned and pulled me in for another tongue probing kiss. Peter quickly jumped out and ran into the office.
The motel complex was about 24 bungalow style units in a two story "L" shape. It wasn't exactly seedy, but it had seen better days. I sat in the car, by hard cock demanded at least a minute of attention. I saw no one around, so I whipped out my straining member. I let the foreskin slip up and back as I sighed in pleasure. I jumped, hiding my 8 inch tool as Peter returned.
"Hey buddy! Starting without me?" Peter laughed as he leaned into the open driver-side door. "let's get it on!" he added flashing that bright smile. As much as it pained me, I stuffed my Johnson back into my pants and followed him to a ground level room.
I leaned in close and squeezed his ass. I whispered in his ear: "quieres joder me duro" a Spanish phrase I heard many times before a Latino stud tore into my ass. An audible click let us inside to a dull looking room dominated by a queen size bed.
BANG! My body slammed the wall near the now locked door as Peter through his weight against me. He kissed me long and deep as he unbuttoned my shirt. Tongues twisted, first in my mouth-then his. I pushed his sweatshirt off his shoulders while Peter worked my shirt off of my torso. We struggled out of our respective clothing without breaking our lip-lock. But we needed to release each other from the fervent kissing in order to speed our undressing. We kicked off shoes and wrestle off t-shirts.
Peter won the race to get naked when his silky blue shorts hit the floor. I had little time to appraise the olive skinned young man before he he returned to the exploration of our bodies. He tugged st my lower lip with his mouth while I unbuckled my pants with aid of Peter's determined fingers. Less than 5 minutes after we had walked into the room we embraced our naked bodies.
I licked down his neck to his well defined pectoral muscles. His chest heaved as he panted in a quick pace. I licked the hard nubs of each sensitive nipple. My mouth relished the smooth skin as my tongue traced each ripple and ridge of Peter's athletic body. His hand guided me down to the level of his navel. I held him in a tight embrace as we teetered toward the bed. With one swift pull, he tore of the duvet. We collapsed on the bed as if one body. It was now Peter's lips that travailed over a naked body.
I grabbed the beer-can thick cock and stroked it in time to speed of his hand on my engorged prick. He pushed me to the center of the mattress before he swung his body over my own prone body. His man-scaped cock and golf-sized testes swung over my face as each of his brawny thighs straddled my torso. I felt his breadth across my groin as he stroked my uncut cock. The same lips that had pressed against mine now teased my foreskin.
Peter balanced his upper body on elbows as his face drew close to my drooling dick. Like him, I had my pubic hair trimmed down to stubble . I craned my head off the mattress in order to lick the under-shaft of the Latin meat.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. yeah baby. Take my cock please." he crooned. In synchronized motion we took the penis heads into our waiting mouths. Our bodies writhed on the sheets as we "69"-ed. He choked and gagged when I pumped my hips up in enthusiasm. His cock was buried in my throat as each moan and groan was met with his guttural noises. My fingers pressed between the firm ass cheeks.
His cock slipped from my mouth when I turned my attention to the rosebud of his ass. I hungered for that sweet ass. One spit covered finger tip r
"FFFFFUUUUUUCK! OH YEAH BABY! Peter groaned.
I had two digits up the knuckle in his ass- the a third was eased into the pucker. It hit the right button because Peter raise up his body and bellowed:
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH YEAH, GO IN DEEP! OPEN MY ASS!"
My tongue lapped at his hole as I finger fucked his butt hole.
In a flash, Peter spun off of me and grabbed me by the ankles. He pulled me up and folded me in half. My body balanced on my shoulders as he pressed my ankles back with my ass in the air. His hot breath sent a shiver through me as my man pussy flexed. "Quiero tu culo" he said as his tongue circled my ass lips. He nuzzled into the parted cheeks to feast on my more than willing hole.
"I'm gonna fuck you long and hard. Is that what you want?" he said in between tongue jabs at my ass-ring.
"I need that fat cock in me! Pound my fucking ass! I responded.
Peter probed and teased my asshole with tongue and fingers as I pulled my knees to my chest. Every few penetrations were accompanied with a slap across mt ass cheeks.
"Oh yeah! Open that ass!!!" he ordered.
He pressed against me and slapped my ass-crack with his truncheon of a cock. After teasing, he positioned himself over my ass. I felt the cock head pressing into my sphincter:
"Ugh, please Peter, Ugh, I need your cock. Fuck me hard!" I panted.
"You have one sweet ass! I'm going to ride you till you beg for my cum" was his response.
His face came down to meet mine. His sturdy body folded mine like a jack-knife. My mouth was opened as I breathed heavily filled with desire. Peter's mouth covered mine, stealing my breath. His lips pressed mine and his tongue slipped into my mouth to meet my own. The two tongues danced against each other in passion. His mouth pulled away, but not without catching my lower lip between his sweet lips.
He couldn't hold back any longer. With only spit as lube the beer can thick fuck stick was rammed into me. I looked in to his eyes as he sank balls deep into my rectum. There was a sense of urgency as his cock breech my ass chute. I could only whimper and moan as the last inches sank into me. He then withdrew and returned with a lunge. Full penetration was reached as we both cried out in satisfaction.
He pushed my legs up with my knees against my chest. My ankles were now near his ears as my legs came to rest on his strong shoulders. His weight came down as his shaft sank back up my guts. I gasped again just as he let out a long grunt. I was only given a few seconds to acclimate to thick intruder before a steady rhythm began.
His balls slapped my ass as he now pounded into me. He fucked me like a wild-man. My whimpers, groans and panting were answered by my Latin lover's equally loud guttural noises like a mating call as he pounded my ass like a jackhammer.
My afternoon lover grabbed my ankles as his torso rose from my haunches. Peter held my legs in the air like a wish bone. The drilling began again. but with a increased fervency. Peter's pelvis slammed into me with force causing the bed frame to rattle and shake.
He pressed his chest down to mine and I looked into his lust glazed eyes. Sweat fell from his face to my lips like delicious salty dew. My tongue darted to catch them like rain drops.
"I love your ass. Your so sweet. You like my cock?" he whispered in a voice now filled with sexual hunger.
"Yes, please fuck me Peter."
"Oh God! Go deep into me. I want it sooooo bad. FUCK ME HARD!!!" were the words that came out as passionate cries- but they came from me!
"FUCK ME! Fuck me hard! Don't hold back" I yelled out not caring who may hear.
We wove a dialogue of lewd urges exciting us to full passion. Like to jungle animals calling back an forth. It was under labored breathing that we exchange words of desire.
One of my hands stroked my hard cock as the other gripped Peter's bicep. My fingers dug into his muscles. My penis needed little manipulation before I felt the growing sensation. A shudder went through the core of my body as the Latino stud's grip held down my shoulders. I saw stars as my body tensed from head to foot. It caused my ankles to lock behind my Peter's head. The climax triggered the walls of my rectum to clenched down on his hard shaft.
The noises in the room grew in intensity. Peter's pelvic thrust were accompanied with a chorus of lustful phrases describing his carnal rapture. His breathing was short and labored as he neared the explosive finish line.
"Fuuuuuck I'm close! You want my hot cum in you!!?? Huh? Shitttt you are so fuckking hot! Oh fuck yes! Yes! Ughhhhh Yeah!" he sputtered.
"Me estoy retrasando!!! Me estoy retrasando!!! Me estoy retrasando!!!" he gasped a in rapid repetition.
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK YEAAAAAAHHHH! I'm gonna shooot! UGH YEAH! CUMMMMMMIINGGG!!" Peter bellowed,
His body tensed and convulsed in unrestrained fashion. I felt the cock deep in me swell and fire off wave after wave of hot semen. I could feel him emptying his balls. He was rigid except for a tremble a very few seconds. Slowly his breathing returned to a a steady rhythm. His sweaty form collapsed on me, leaving his penis still in my anal chute.
The post-orgasm daze was lifted when Peter pulled himself out and slapped my well ridden ass.
"I'm gonna hit the shower." He said. In a minute I heard the water running.
I dragged myself off the bed and headed into the bathroom. The thought of the Latino in the shower made my cock to stiff, His silhouette seen frosted glass door was I needed to see before my 8" returned to rock hard status. I walked to the shower as the water spray danced over Peter's body. The door opened just as he was soaping his ass.
"Room for one more?" I asked, as his eyes fell on me rigid shaft.
"Go for it!" Peter replied with a devilish smile. He spread his ass cheeks in the event I didn't get the hint.
I stepped under the spray as I pulled his body to mine. My boner wedged into his ass crack. In minutes, the sound of the steady slap of wet flesh mixed with our groans...
-- JSAK ************************************************************************
I love feedback and reactions from readers; it's the main reason that I post on Nifty. I try to respond to all: sthelena1821@gmail.com
Others stories by John S-A Kwiatkowski:
CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter One: HOW IT ALL BEGAN....Lesson One (GAY INCEST ARCHIVE)
CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter Two:Getting My Cherry Popped... (GAY INCEST ARCHIVE)
CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter Three: The Pennell Brothers. The Lessons Continue:(GAY INCEST ARCHIVE)
CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter Four: "Steven Shares My Ass" (GAY INCEST ARCHIVE)
CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter Five: " My Best Buddy's Brothers Do Me." (GAY INCEST ARCHIVE)
CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter Six: "Uncle Takes Us For A Swim or How Steven Looses His Cherry" (GAY INCEST ARCHIVE)
CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter Seven: "Orgy at Hanging Rock or Brother Love in the Summer of '69" (GAY INCEST ARCHIVE)
CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Chapter 8: "Taking Care Of My Friend's Blue Balls Is The Best Kind Of Friendship"
CONFESSIONS OF A HORNY CATHOLIC BOY Seducing The Married Blonde At The Park" (GAY ADULT/YOUTH ARCHIVE) (The Continued Confessions of a Horny Catholic Boy)
"No Translation Required" (GAY INTERRACIAL ARCHIVE) (The Continued Confessions of a Horny Catholic Boy)
-- JSAK