Bisexual Bar Leads to Gay Sex

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I was sitting at my favorite bar in Portland, Oregon, talking to the bartender. There were three on duty that night. But my usual bartender and I usually talked together. On this occasion, we were mostly complaining about some of the women who were at the bar that night. I didn’t know what their problem was, but I didn’t like all the noise they were making.

Neither did the bartender and it didn’t take much prodding to get him to go over and ask them to kindly be quiet. It was a normal bar. Not the gay one that I usually go to on Friday nights and weekends. It had just been a rough week and I only wanted some peace, quiet and some ice cubes to keep my drink chilled.

I watched the bartender walking back to the bar. So far the ladies were quiet. But he shrugged his shoulder and told me that the peace and quiet wasn’t going to last. Oh well.

About that time, I good-looking guy came into the bar and sat next to me. He could have sat some where else at the bar, but he didn’t. I figured he was in his early twenties and maybe a straight college dude. The guy ordered his drink and didn’t say anything to me. So far anyway.

Things changed after a while. It became obvious that the college guy wanted some one to talk to. Unfortunately for me, the bartender had gone to the other side of the bar to be safe.

The dude started out pleasant enough. The usual nonsense about how’s it going to start with. Then he asked me if I was married? I told him that I’m not married and happy not to be. The guy introduced himself as Sawyer. He told me to stay single. “Married life is a bitch.”

I asked him how long he’s been married. Sawyer replied that legally he’s not married. But he knocked up his live-in girlfriend and since she’s been pregnant the past seven months — “She’s been a real bitch.”

“I’ve heard women get that way by their seventh month,” I told him. “Yeah, well this one might as well ride an atomic broomstick. All she ever does is bitch, bitch, bitch.”

“Well, seven months pregnant, so bitching comes with the territory,” I told Sawyer. All he said was “yeah.” Which was understandable. I went to lighten the mood and tell Sawyer that: “You know, doctors know what causes that pregnant stuff now.”

Either Sawyer didn’t hear me because the women were back making a lot of noise, he didn’t know what I meant, or he was thinking of something else.

All he did say was that: “She’s got a doctor’s appointment tomorrow and she’s annoyed because it is at noon.” I thought she was being a big baby just because his girlfriend couldn’t sleep-in until past noon for one day. I told him that she can’t have everything in life. To which Sawyer replied: “Very true. She’ll see that eventually.” “Yeah all those hormones and other nonsense,” I responded. Anyway, it was time for another round that I paid for.

Fortunately no one, including the bartender at that time, were around to hear our conversation. For I confided in Sawyer and told him that I used to get so horny while fucking a girl and thinking about knocking her up. It really got me going and provided an intense hard fucking for her.

He knew exactly what I meant and has experience how horned up he gets. “Yeah, it makes for a fun time,” Sawyer started to say. Then added: “I’m just happy I got to spread my seed around some.”

“That is hot,” I replied. “It’s a big turn on when you’re fucking and think about that happening,” I told Sawyer.

He next told me that “It is for sure. I was so horny the three months I was fucking her all the time and I was doing her off the pill, trying to get her pregnant.”

As expected, my reply was: “Wow, that had to be good.” I then proceeded to ask Sawyer if he has knocked up any other girls? He then told me that he has a two year old son with his ex-girlfriend. “Knocked her up at eighteen,” Sawyer stated.

I then asked if his son with his ex-girlfriend or with him? Sawyer told me that his son lives with her and he sees him every weekend. I thought that was good for him being there for his son. “That is the way to do it,” I told Sawyer.

“Yeah,” he responded referring back to our original topic. “It does feel so good driving my hot hard cock deep into her pussy.” I knew Sawyer was getting horned up talking about it. So I heated-up the conversation up by telling Sawyer: “Oh yea, sliding your big hard dick in her deep and then pounding her pussy hard.”

At least that’s how I remembered it from the three girls that I had dated in high school. Which was also mostly for show and keep my parents, friends and teachers from learning that I’m gay. Which needless to say, was also before I had first had gay sex with a friend and it was so much better than anything I had done with girls. I was fully and truly gay forever. Anyway, it was time for another round that Sawyer paid for.

He went a step further and if Sawyer was trying to get me horny, he succeeded by telling me: “Sliding it in-and-out fast. Getting it deep and blowing your load. No pill. No condom. Fucking bahis şirketleri like that goes feel so good….” It was a little strange that some guy had just walked into the bar and started talking so dirty to me.

Sawyer even continued by telling me that he had face fucked a chick while his buddy fucked her pussy. Oh, so maybe that was a clue? Sawyer wanted me to join in a three-some with him. I replied that a three-some is a hot way to do it with a chill bud. It can make for more fun and more positions than just a regular couple screwing. I told Sawyer that I had done with double penetration with a couple buds. Either using their girlfriend or some bar slut we picked up and took to a motel or something.

I hadn’t meant for Sawyer to think that my threesomes were any thing recent. It was back in college. But he did for Sawyer proceeded to ask me if I was pounding it often? There was a delay in my responding to his question. Because the noisy women had gotten loud again in the back of the bar. Fortunately about five minutes later they left and good riddance to them!

I just went on to tell my bar buddy that the slut had wanted to be fucked all the time. I pounded her good every time. Which was true back in college. Sawyer told me to “Pound her pussy hard, bro.” Then he asked if I was fucking other girls too? I didn’t actually know the guy so it didn’t bother me to tell some stories of my past life.

I figured the guy would never know and what ever off-Broadway play was going through his drunken mind, I didn’t mind playing a minor role for a couple hours.

So in response to his question, I told Sawyer that I was banging a couple other girls on the side and asked Sawyer if he was banging any girls on the side now that his girlfriend was seven months pregnant? Sawyer replied that he was doing a redhead that he had met at a bar. He’s been “… Pounding her every few days.”

I responded by telling him that he is a stud and that was nice going on his part. I didn’t make any moral assessments about his cheating on his girlfriend. Besides, it was time for another round that I paid for.

“You too man, you must be quite the stud,” Sawyer told me. Then asking me if I have “… Been spreading a lot of your seed too huh?” I spread some the previous tonight with another bud, I told Sawyer. It was a pure lie. Nothing had happened sexually in my life last night.

I was too tired after a stressful day at work to even think about going out for some sex. If I had interested, I would surely have gone to pick-up a guy and fuck him. Not some slut. Then too, Sawyer hadn’t stopped to wonder if I had spread some seed with a girl or a guy as I was claiming.

All Sawyer told me was that was “nice man.” So I went on with a make-believe story. “Yeah, lots of good fucking earlier. We took turns fucking this slut and use each other’s cum for lube, I told him.

I don’t if Sawyer fully understood my comment or not. All he said was “Nice!” and then questioned me if I thought she might get knocked up? Since the story was made-up I felt I might as well go “all in” with another aspect of the story and told Sawyer: “My buddy and I didn’t know her and we didn’t tell her our real names or addresses. But I hope she does get knocked up.” Then I laughed as part of the game I was playing on Sawyer.

Sawyer laughed at my remark too. Then told me it was a nice or best way to do it. I figured the drinks were catching up with Sawyer. He was well on his way towards being drunk. Speaking of which, it was time for another round that Sawyer paid for.

While waiting on my drink to arrive, I deliberated on what my next statement to Sawyer to be. I’ll upped the ante and told him: “Yup, if our cum pours out of her pussy my bud likes to eat most of it up.” I figured Sawyer could either think that’s hot or disgusting. I waited.

The drinks arrived and Sawyer finally responded. “I think a lot of dudes who have had a threesome like that, get so horned up they don’t mind eating another guy’s load. It’s all part of bonding with your bud to get a couple good fucks sharing a slut.”

I agreed. Telling Sawyer that: “It is part of bonding with a bud or some other guy that you’ve just met and end up sharing some pussy.” This was Sawyer’s game and I wanted him to take the lead if there was an actual point that he wanted by our conversation. If nothing else at this point I had learned that Sawyer didn’t mind licking up a guy’s hot sticky cum.

I took a sip of my drink and then mentioned that “Some buds get a little carried away at times, but it’s all part of the kinky nature of a hot threesome.” “I think you’re right on that,” Sawyer told me. “Some do get too excited and kinky. What did your bud do?” Sawyer asked.

“Well, I had the slut on her knees and was fucking her from behind, doggie-style,” I started to tell my bar buddy. I knew where I was going to by telling about an event that had happened to me in college. But before proceeding, it was definitely time for another round.

I bahis firmaları took the last sip of my glass. Motioned to the bartender to bring two more drinks which I paid for. Then I told Sawyer: “My buddy got underneath the girl while I continued to bang her hard. He licked and sucked on her nipples for a while. Then moved on to lick her clit while my dick was sliding in-and-out of the slut. He could see my balls slapping her butt too.”

“At one point, I was pounding her too hard and my hard cock slipped out of her and my buddy nicely took a hold and returned my dick to the right hole.” I paused in my story and took another sip of my drink. While Sawyer told me that “… It was very nice of him,” then laughed about it.

I next told Sawyer: “Well after that, the same thing happened a couple of times. Only this time my buddy did more than guide me back in. He actually took a couple moments to lick the pussy juice off of my throbbing cock. He told me at the time that he wanted to taste her while she was getting fucked. I told him that I was sure he would enjoy that.”

Actually his statement was something about how well my cock tasted. But I didn’t think that Sawyer was ready for that. Not yet anyway. I reported to Sawyer that my buddy ended up sucking my cock for longer periods of time ever time I “just happened to slip out.” I also noted that the girl knew what was going on underneath her and liked it. Perhaps that was true or maybe she was too drunk and liked it.

When I paused to take another sip of my drink, Sawyer told me that he had had that done by a buddy under similar circumstances. Further noting that: “My buddy was really good at it too.” Which I was surprised to hear, but glad at the same time. My story was working and Sawyer was becoming more open with me. So at least I knew that he had been blown by at least one guy in the past. Perhaps the not too distant past at that!

I went ahead and asked Sawyer if that threesome had been recently and he told me about a month ago. I told him that’s cool. Since we both had enjoyed blowjobs from guys, I felt the topic was now open for comment. I asked if his buddy had given him head since then? I didn’t say during a threesome or anything similar. Just a straight-out blowjob. Sawyer told me that he had.

I asked: “Several times since then?” Sawyer answered that his buddy had given him head several times since the first time. Then he wanted to know if my buddy had also blown me several times after the doggy-style threesome? I answered that he had. I also added the same statement that Sawyer had given me. “He was really good at it too.” So that settled the fact that both of us had been sucked off by at least one guy after a hot threesome. Having admitted that, Sawyer and I both needed another round of drinks. One which that Sawyer paid for.

The bartender quickly provided our drinks. Sawyer and I both finished the small glasses in one gulp. I motioned the bartender for another round and to keep on coming.

At the same time I was wondering where the conversation with Sawyer was going from where we left off? If he was going to change the subject? Or if my new drinking buddy was going to call it a night and leave?

Sawyer surprised me by letting me know that it was time he went to the men’s room after all the drinks we had been consuming. In getting up from the bar seat, it was obvious to me that Sawyer had a good hard-on going in his pants. I wasn’t surprised by that. So did I!

It wasn’t long before Sawyer returned feeling much better I imagined. “It’s all good, you know,” Sawyer started to say as he sat down. “We’re all horny and need to get some loads off. Meaningless in the long run, you know?”

I agreed. Sawyer didn’t seem embarrassed by his revelations. I certainly wasn’t as I was hoping for something more substantial from Sawyer than a couple drinks and several hours of horny chatting. He did take the lead in where the conversation was going by asking me if my dick-sucking buddy had gone to my place or me to his, and then watched some porn while he was giving me more blowjobs?

It was where we pretty much had left off. Of which I was pleased. I told Sawyer that basically that was what happened. “Same for you?” I asked. “Yeah, my buddy was really into it. He told me that he’s bisexual, which was obvious from the threesome. But I soon found out that he was leaning more towards having sex with guys than with women,” Sawyer finished.

“That’s cool. My buddy was the same. He sure got off sucking my cock. How many others he was doing around that time he never said. I didn’t ask,” I told Sawyer. Who responded by telling me that “It was always real good head. Much better than my girlfriend at the time and my current pregnant girlfriend too!”

“Seems to be the case,” I told Sawyer. “As the saying goes, guys that like giving head to other guys do it best.” “Yes, I’ve heard that expression. Seems to be true too,” Sawyer replied.

“It does,” was my response. Sawyer asked me if I have kaçak bahis siteleri had a lot of blowjobs from guys?” I replied that I had from several. Including a couple straight guys. This was where I thought I would have Sawyer. For I knew what his next move was. My new bar buddy asked me how I had had a couple straight guys give me head?

I told him that they were all horned up as we had been doing a lot of drinking in my college dorm room and watching straight porn. We also had a lot of weed or some other illegal substances that made them loose their normal self control and start craving some hard dick.

Some wanted to try giving head. While others unexpectedly had a craving to suck cock. Once they did they liked it and would keep coming back for more. As long as they had the excuse that they were drunk, high or stone. Or whatever.

“Wow, that had to be an intense time and a hot one for you, getting sucked off by straights,” Sawyer told me. “Yeah, I’ve heard that can happen. Frequently in college dorms or fraternity houses. As well as with horny guys hanging out at some one’s apartment or house for that matter,” Sawyer told me.

He then took the last half of his drink in one big gulp. Sawyer then added: “That craving does get to be intense too. It can drive a guy to do some crazy stuff that they wouldn’t normally do. At least that’s the way it seemed to me.”

So, Sawyer found a way to let me know that he’s sucked cock before too. Things had been interested in our lengthy conversation before. Now it got really interesting. As Sawyer was either confessing his past sins or laying the ground-work for him to give me head. Or both of us blowing each other. Now it was my turn to confess or move along.

My best interest was in confessing. “There’s really no way around those cravings. They bubble to the surface and we can’t control them any longer. It happened to me in high school.”

There is was. All to indicate to Sawyer that he wasn’t alone in the lustfully desire to have a hard hot cock in his mouth and sucking it. It’s a craving that is not easily denied. It keeps coming back and growing in desire. Especially when straights weren’t getting any sex from girls. They could get it more easily from guys.

Well now that Sawyer and I both know that the other sucks dick, now what? It was a good question. We’d already had enough to drink if either or both of us needed an excuse to suck our cocks. But do we still need an excuse? Or was that the only way that Sawyer ever did end up enjoying a big stiff cock in his mouth?

I went ahead and asked Sawyer if he had had that old crave any time recently? Or didn’t he need to have weed as an excuse any more? For all I knew he might have been cheating on his pregnant girlfriend with several guy as well as the redhead slut. For that matter, it might have his last time with a guy back in college. So I was interested in seeing how Sawyer was going to answer.

By this time, it was late. Most of the other patrons had left the bar. Of the three bartenders that had been on duty when I first arrived, only one was left. It was getting close to closing and my favorite bartender came over to see if we wanted one last round. I nodded that we did.

Sawyer replied to my two questions by telling me: that it had been more than three weeks since he last gave a blowjob and a few drinks was all that needed as an excuse. Some times.

While other times he was just horny and wanted a dick to blow at places that didn’t include the usual excuse elements (e.g., booze, porn, pot or other illegal drugs, etc.). Sawyer added that after our extensive horny conversations, he really was craving a big hard cock. So was I.

If the bartender was listening, then he heard a lot. It wouldn’t have been the first time. He didn’t mind. The bartender had already told me that he’s openly gay and his live-in boyfriend is another of the bartenders. My secrets were guaranteed to stay secrets.

Which left us with only a few option. The men’s room at the bar was out. It was closing time after all. Or Sawyer’s apartment with his pregnant girlfriend there. Which left my car or my place.

I turned to Sawyer and noticed that he had “bedroom eyes.” The guy really was horny. I told him that I had a serious question. He asked me what that is. I said it’s nearly two o’clock. Is your girlfriend looking for you to return to your place or doesn’t she care if you are out all night? Sawyer replied that she’d been sleeping and that would last until noon. So he had plenty of time to suck my cock. He really wanted it bad.

Sawyer was losing more of his initial inhibitions. He turned to me and whispered in my ear asking me if: “The bartender is gay right?” I told Sawyer he is. “Okay,” was all Sawyer replied.

Then he moved his hand and placed it on my crotch. Sawyer was feeling my hard boner under my pants. I was pretty sure the bartender noticed. I didn’t look to make sure. “Let’s go to my place then” was all I told Sawyer.

Once at my place and in my bedroom, Sawyer and I quickly stripping off our clothes. As soon as we were both naked, we moved to hug and kiss each other. Our hands were all over the other’s smooth body. His body felt hot to my touch and his skin was soft.

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