Gay sex stories: Courage: The Bar – chapter 2: Bouncer
Luther had just fucked the shisen hausen out my virgin ass and it took me, almost two weeks to fully recover.
Prior to my night with Luther I was already living in a confused time.
You see months before my recent sexual liaisons, I felt confused about my sexual feelings.
So I went to my mom for advice, as she had always known I was a bit of a sissy growing up.
Her reaction shocked me.
Once I said I was confused on my sexuality.
It wasn’t until I mentioned I was becoming bi-curious that, she flipped out and disowned me.
So know I had no one to turn too and talk about, what’s ticking in my head in my time of need.
Once I started recovering and while I was loafing at home convalescing, all I could think about was cock, Luther, cum, Luther and cock and getting bred by cock like a bitch.
In fact it had gotten so bad, that I lost my job because I didn’t show up for a week.
Then when I did turn up the next, I didn’t have my mind on job and couldn’t concentrate.
So I went to “Buckley’s” (“Buckley’s Rooster Club” a GBLT club), for a drink and maybe somebody for advice.
I had already become a regular at “Buckley’s” over past few months, so the bar staff and security were familiar to me.
They stopped calling me Greg or Gregory a while ago, but I was “Gregar” To them.
Eugene the front door bouncer, would even let me pass by without queuing up at night.
It had now been six months since my last story or adventure.
On Thursdays it was crossdressing and tranny nights, which I enjoyed more than the full sausage fest night.
I don’t know why but I did.
From what started off as being one wild weekend of expelling my curiosity, became a weekly event with Luther.
He fucked me silly for several months, by then I was at the point I craved it almost daily.
Then all of sudden both Prestwick and Luther suddenly, stopped showing up and dropped off the radar.
Now I bring you forward to tonite, a Saturday.
There were four different bouncers working the doors, as I walked inside.
They were all tall, dark and built like brick shithouses.
Just picturing them and their packages, sent me craving to see what they had and also shiver down my spine.
On this night, there were a lot of nice young bodies on the dance floor.
The DJ was pumping out some loud heavy beats, which added to the fog filled atmosphere and dim lighting.
I had already thought of devouring someone’s cock, even before I noticed what was around me.
There I was sitting in my corner by the bar, scanning the scenery as I downing a few vodkas.
I was contemplating the right time for me to strut my stuff, and join them.
When I eventually ventured to dance floor, my eyes took a while adjust to dim lighting.
All I knew I was out on the floor with masses of semi-naked and sweaty cock craving guys.
The strobe lights were the only lights in the dimly lit foggy venue, aside from the bar.
It wasn’t long before I started buzzing out and grinding into bodies, to the heavy dance beats.
Abba was playing “I need a man after midnight”, remixed of cause.
By now the dancefloor was filled with bodies, I was getting grinded into and felt the odd groping of my butt.
Someone even tried to force their hand inside my ultra-tight vinyl shorts, from behind.
All of it to me was a bit of fun.
After a few songs I went and took a break.
I headed to the restroom, while the full on techno beats were on.
So I had my pee and I was finishing up, when someone entered the restroom.
The sudden busting open of the door and the instant music blasting in, startled me briefly.
I hurriedly tried to, tuck my cock away into my shorts.
Because my shorts were so tight, the zipper took an effort to close.
While I struggled with my zip, I took a quick glance at who had entered.
It was one of the security guys, from the front door.
I finally zipped up and was about to leave, when he made me stare in shock.
He was smiling and either teasing me or showing off, a much larger cock than I have.
It was limp and still larger than mine fully erect, it was thicker too.
I smirked at him.
I didn’t know what to say, so I said the first thing to come to my mind.
“Well hell-o Daddy, what have you got here,” I blurted out, unable to take my eyes off his cock.
He moved towards me.
“Take it,” he said, I glance up at him with a cheeky look.
I then looked at his security tag (#277).
“OK honey, sure thing,” I said, as my eyes were focussed on his big black clean cock.
I dreamt of it inside me and the pain from it, even before my hands even touched it.
He motioned me into a special needs cubicle, as he starts loosening his pants.
I gave him a wry smile as we entered a cubicle, once inside he locks us in.
He drops his pants and I help him slide his boxers down past his knees.
I grab hold of his cock and give a cheeky smirk.
Licking my lips and jerking his big cock, I slowly backed into the toilet bowl and put the seat down.
I sat down on it and looked up at him, then at his cock.
“Wow, and it still isn’t hard,” I said, in amazement to him.
All the while I stroke his cock, it slow grew.
By the time his cock was even in my mouth, it had grown big enough to fill my mouth.
In fact it was now so hard that I let it flop out from my hands, as I moved forwards to take it into my open mouth.
He moaned softly, as I took my first tastes of his big cock inside my mouth.
Getting it’s in my mouth was one thing but because of its thickness, it was an effort just to get a motion going.
So I resorted to licking his balls and the marshmallow-like tip for a while.
Then I would suck and slurp his shaft, as if it’s an ice-cream melting on a sunny day.
I continued to try get as much of his beast cock in my mouth, I sucked and bobbed as best I could.
277 held my head into position, as it went deeper and deeper.
To get the cock over half way inside my mouth, it took a team effort I thought to myself.
As for my own cock which normally doesn’t get too excited, was growing while I paid attention to security #277’s.
By the time he was at the point of no return and full on horny, he was forcing my head up and down his cock so as to be face fucking me.
Now my face was a drooling mess of slobber and snot.
As his cock was almost down the bowels of throat.
Then without a hint of warning.
His cock expanded as he moaned and bucked his hips, almost losing balance.
Now cum spewed inside my mouth, I tried swallowing but could catch all of it.
His cock was to fat, that cum was forced out between the sides of my mouth and up my nasal cavity.
Cum and drool escaped my mouth, before he released me.
I coughed and spat out everything, just to breathe again, even cleared my snout.
Whilst catching my breath, I finally heard the sounds of snickering from inside the bathroom area.
I hand my hands on my haunches, with cum, drool and whatever dangling from my mouth and chin.
It was then I looked up at him while trying, to catch my breath back.
I then bursting into a silly giggle.
He winked at me.
I was like a happy puppy, at a pet shop.
His cock was shrinking, so I leant over and gave it a kiss.
“That was great, see you next time,” He said, and got dressed.
“Fuck me, fuck me next time,” I said, pleadingly.
“Sounds like a plan, maybe next,” He said, and rubbed my hair.
As he left the people snickering stopped, once #277 exited the cubicle.
“What!” he grumbled at them.
I stayed in the cubicle until I could clean my clothes and face up.
Over the next few months I got to know Harvey or #277, very well.
I started calling him “Ach” short for Harvey.
I would suck him off every shift and fuck me every Saturday night, he even fucked me on his days off.
He told me to douche daily and to shave my body hair as often I could.
I did as he said.
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