Nice Bar... Better Storage Dock

I saw you walk out the back door of the bar just seconds after setting your nearly empty bottle on the counter. It was kind of early, and I was surprised to see you leave. When you pulled on your boots, those "faded in the right spots" 501s, and the deep red and black flannel, we usually welcomed tourists until the wee hours at Jake's. I watched closely for a second to see if anyone was following you. Maybe you made contact without me noticing. But the thought of you walking back there, standing in that outfit, waiting for me? Paired with knowing your cock is throbbing and needs release, I already noticed a wet spot on your Levi's.

It's a known spot just to the right of the back door--a shed or storage area where various wooden boxes and supplies are kept since there's no room in this small bar. It wasn't uncommon for horny guys to sit in the dark, hoping to catch the attention and relief of a fellow patron. The anonymity, with a touch of voyeurism, right on the edge of the parking lot, wasn't for everyone, but alpha men loved to get serviced and sometimes reciprocated for some damn hot times on the way to their cars.

Then I made my move--or rather, I gathered the courage to finish my drink and walk out the back door myself. Just as the door closed, I felt a hand reach out and grab a handful of my family jewels. My eyes hadn't adjusted yet, so it was too dark to see who it was, but I reached out and did the same. At first, my aim was off, and I grazed a belt buckle. I slid down the fly. As each button passed my fingertips, I realized it was you. I took my other hand, reached back, and grabbed a handful of that beautiful, round ass. Your body makes me so hot. Just as I pulled you closer, I realized we weren't alone as my eyes began to adjust to the darkness.

We were being watched.

I wondered if I'd still get all your attention or if you'd motion for him to come closer once you started sucking my throbbing cock.

As much as I wanted you for myself, I think I'd call the guy over. While he ran his hands all over your gorgeous body, playing with and pinching your nipples, you could reach down and pull the cock out of his jock. I could take turns sucking both of you. Then I could stand up, and one of you could go to your knees. We could keep swapping blowjobs for a long time. The best part would be when he was on his knees, sucking your cock--I could kiss you the entire time. With your gorgeous pecs, I'd squeeze your nipples, run my hand down between your ass cheeks. I could feel the moisture from sweat down there, push my fingers against your hole, pull my hand back up, and slip my fingers between our lips so we could both taste your ass.

I wouldn't let him take your cock from the depths of my throat. Just as he leaned back in disbelief, I reached around and latched my hands onto your ass cheeks. My fingers tapped your hole.

I could see the idea planted in his head! He quickly shifted around to your sweet ass and buried his face between your mounds while I held them apart.

Then he spoke.

"Follow my lead."

At that moment, he reached up, wrapped a hand around your balls, and placed the other on the back of my head, pushing me deeper onto your cock. My tongue slid around like a madman on the underside of your shaft as he pressed your balls against my chin. Little did either of us know, he had a wide tongue like Mick Jagger and the length of Gene Simmons. He lifted his hand off the back of my head just as he shoved that tongue into your starfish.

You weren't expecting that, and your natural reaction was to thrust your hips forward.

Then he returned his hand to the back of my head and pushed me farther down onto your cock, holding me there tight as his tongue worked your ass again.

I looked up, and your hands were behind your head, fingers interlocked, being serviced by two masculine men at the same time. We had four points of stimulation going: my lips around your cock, my tongue playing with your urethra, our newfound buddy caressing your balls, and, of course, his massive tongue fucking your ass.

His oral talents were amazing. He reached out and grabbed your ass cheeks, pushing mine away. My hands quickly moved from your backside, up your spine, around your sides, and landed perfectly on your pecs, with your nipples between each finger and thumb. Make that five points of stimulation.

Without warning, you placed your hands on each side of my head and rocked forward, repeatedly fucking my face. Every time you pulled back, his tongue slid deeper into your ass. The firmness was incredible. Your nipples felt like they'd doubled in size. Your cock was rock-hard and veiny. It was amazing--each time I reached the tip, I played with your foreskin with the tip of my tongue.

All of a sudden, we heard the creak of a door. The three of us froze, suspended in animation.

Not wanting to share with anyone else--and certainly not wanting to be caught--I swear I could feel your heart pounding through your cock.

Then someone from inside said, "Let's grab a beer first before we go out back."

"That's a good idea. I'm gonna piss, too," an anonymous patron replied.

The door closed, and our new buddy said, "Sounds like we have a timer!"

He placed one hand in the center of your back and pushed you forward, exposing your ass for himself to enjoy. At first, I thought he was being selfish, but then I realized I could tilt my head and kiss you passionately or stand up and shove my cock down your throat.

Our buddy kept one hand in the center of your back. I reached out, pulled you closer, and kissed you passionately. He gave you a reach-around, using some of the immense saliva he'd produced.

You took my cock so quickly, it was as if your throat was begging for it. I thought I could skip any adjustment period, brought my hands around the back of your head, and claimed it as mine. Being a grown man, I figured you'd figure out how to breathe and when.

My God, it felt so good.

"Not much time left, boys," he said, tapping me on the thigh and telling me, "Jump up on that crate with your legs spread."

You gave me a hand getting up, which moved you to an upright position, standing in front of the crate, with my cock at the perfect level for you to get back to pleasuring me. Our buddy sat on the floor between your legs, pushed his shoulders between your thighs, and swallowed your cock all at once. It was already dripping with pre-cum because I'd been down there for a while. You were fucking his throat, and you reached up, grabbed my ass, and squeezed it two or three times as if to say thank you--or maybe giving me permission to finally come.

Another second or two passed, and you squeezed my ass again. So I rocked forward with my hips, tightening every muscle in my body as I pumped rope after rope of thick cum down your throat. I swear I was moaning so loud they could hear me inside over the jukebox.

Tasting that sweet, salty cum for the first time after being apart for so long, you couldn't get enough of it. All of a sudden, I pulled back, and you let out a moan. I could hear our buddy down there humming away. I looked down to see your cock and both of your balls in his mouth at the same time. Somehow, that tongue of his was still reaching your taint.

I stepped back slightly. You grabbed his head and went into the same position I was in just seconds ago. Every muscle and joint was taut.

Somehow, our buddy mumbled, "The time is now--feed me!"

He doesn't know you the way I do. I bent my head, laying my lips on your left nipple, flicked it a few times with my tongue, then turned up the suction. With my hand on your lower back, my fingertips moved toward your ass. The second you wrapped both arms around my head, pulling me closer, you started pumping our buddy full of cum.

Our buddy knew what he was doing. Every time his mouth filled up, he gulped it down. Your hips thrust forward, still holding my head against your nipple. Your heart was pounding hard.

You loosened your grip on me a little as my fingertips started moving across your body lightly, while our buddy did the same.

"Guys, be fair, come on, that tickles!"

We both reached out and gave our buddy a hand up. He'd been serving us for quite some time--his knees probably needed a well-deserved break.

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a bandana, wiping off his face and beard. Then, in a much deeper voice than before, he said, "Next time, I'm servicing the other guy. If you two can get dressed, I'll have three beers waiting on the bar."

As he walked away, you helped me down from the crate, holding me in a tight bear hug, kissing the side of my neck. I turned your face and kissed you, tasting some of my salty load. Then you whispered in my ear, "Let's go get a hot shower at the hotel. He'll find someone to drink those beers."

"Deal."

Just as we turned to walk toward the parking lot, the back door opened again, and we heard that same anonymous voice from earlier.

"Fuck, that was hot! I thought for sure they saw us watching them. Now get down and suck my dick like they did!"

Without looking back, you gave me a quick slap on the ass. "Maybe we should've sold tickets?"

I wondered what the others thought as we laughed on our way to our cars.