Sucking Dick at the Titty Bar

I am openly gay in the office that I work in. No one harasses me, though I
know that they talk behind my back. The girls that I work with are great.
The guys are OK, but sometimes act like I am a freak or have some kind of
disease...When our company came out with an antidiscrimination policy,
things started getting a little better. A year or so after coming out,
some of the boys in the office started talking to me more and more..I think
it's because that I try to leave my sexuality at the door.

Kent was one of the friendlier guys in the office. He's in his mid twenties,
but still gets ID's for booze. He should. He's got a lean little swimmer's
build, green eyes, wel tanned skin, and a basket to die for. That blonde hair
is styled so neatly that at first glance, I would almost have thought he
liked boys. I knew this couldn't be the case. Kent had been married for
most of a year.

Even though Kent was married, he still continued to act like a single man.
Every Friday night, he went out with the boys to the titty bars. To me,
there is nothing more disgusting in the world than having a set of sweaty
mammary glands crammed into one's face, but I guess some guys like it...

Friday afternoon of that week was when I overhead Kent. I was filling my cup
of coffee when Kent and Scott came into the break room. Scott was not much
to look at. He was your typical beer gut, football watching breeder who is
more interested in getting old and fat now that he's been hooked by a gal.
His wife is blowing up like a balloon. I guess he's trying to do the same.

"....You bet I'm going out. Kayla Cleavage is gonna be at Knocker's
tonight. I wouldn't miss that for the world." Well, I thought to myself,
marriage hadn't changed Kent one bit.

"Jesus" I muttered under my breath.

"What's that Brad?" Scott asked. "I guess you wouldn't be interested in
going, would you? Unless, of course, she has a dick.".

"I know you're right. If she does, I'll be there. I've been to tit bars
before, for your information. That's the first step to ending up like I am
now, so watch your ass."

That little comment drew a chuckle from Kent.

"Yeah, if I didn't you probably would. So, wanna come with us and see if
everything still works? I'll bet you'd like it. You can't look at one of
those chicks
and not get a boner."

"Well..OK...I'll go. But I'm not gonna tip and I don't want you doing
anything to
try to get them to flirt with me. I'm not into fish."

"It's a deal. Meet Scott and me there at 9:30."

"Cool."

"Fag" I heard Scott say as I walked away.

"Blimp" was heard under my breath. Fucking breeders.

Later on that night, I headed over to Knockers Dance Bar. The parking lot
was packed and I could hear a lot of loud country music coming from the
building. The place was located in an older warehouse area downtown. What a
dump, I thought to myself.

I paid the $5 cover charge and went it. Immediately, my nostrils were burned
with the acrid smell of cigarette smoke. I was not at all uncomfortable with
the 99% mix of males. In fact, a felt a stirring in my crotch while I was
looking around. There were guys there from all walks of life. Some were
obviously professionals, some were blue collar types. The majority of them
looked like they were married and just happy as hell to get out into the real
world away from the wife. I spotted a few college boys right away. Their
dicks were going to get pounded later - that much was certain! Near the bar
I noticed Kent and Scott.

"Hey, Brad. Have a seat. Howya doin?" Slurred Kent. He was already half
drunk on beer. Scott greeted me. He looked pretty relaxed as well.

"Not bad. Can a buy you guys a beer?"

"Sure", replied Scott. "Make mine a Bud."

I brought the waitress over and ordered us a few Budweisers. By this time,
the announcer got on his microphone and quieted the crowd down.

"Gentlemen, here is what you've all been waiting for. 52 inches of pumped
up, hard as a rock, bury your face in, tit. Kayla Cleavage!!!"

A hearty roar went up from the crowd and Kayla walked out onto the stage. My
eyes about popped out of their sockets when I saw the set of jugs on that
gal. I'm not much for women's tits, but those things amazed me. Kent and
Scott went crazy. Kent tipped her dollar after dollar and she kept coming
back. Scott was sticking dollar bills in his mouth and when she'd pull open
the g-string, he'd drop 'em down inside. My dick by this point was limp.
When she started grinding her crotch in Kent's face, I just about puked.
I'd only downed one beer by this point, but I was ready for a break. This
was too much for me to take.

I excused myself and told Kent that I had to run outside and take a leak. I
walked outside and drew in a breath of fresh air. I needed to get outof
there. I couldn't stand it.

"Hey bud. What'd ya think of her?" It was Kent. I was standing next to the
Blazer pissing when he walked up. He stood just to the left of me, turned
slightly. He hauled his dick out and turned just a little bit so I couldn't
check out the merchandise.

"It made me sick. I don't get off when some smelly cunt swings those silicon
pumped things around. What about you? I hope you enjoyed it."

"I did man. I want to fuck the old lady tonight, but she's on the rag."

"I never have that problem."

"Well of course YOU don't. You fuck guys in the ass."

"No....Well...I've done that some, but I am more into the oral thing." As
soon as I thought about sucking some dick, I started getting hard.

"Oral. You mean you suck cock or get sucked?" God, I wished Kent wouldn't
talk to me like that. He turned slightly, giving me a view of his expanding
dick. It looked fairly thick and had plenty of potential to grow.

"I like to do both. From the looks of things, you need some help with that."

"I am not a fag. It's just that the old lady doesn't give it to me whenever
I need it. You know. Sometimes a guy has to do it a few times a day."

"I know. I can help you if you want. You know it's what I'm good at. I
won't tell anyone, if you won't."

"Let's go behind the building. Just promise not to tell Lisa. I don't want
to end up getting a divorce. I got roped into this fuckin' marriage....Oh
fuck it....Let's go." As we walked around the building, he staggered just a
bit. Kent wasn't feeling any pain...That much was certain.

When we got around to the side of the building, Kent just leaned up against
the dumpster. I unzipped his jeans and felt his dick through his boxers.
His basket was huge! Just his balls were enough to fill my hand.
I slid his jeans down to mid thigh and pulled down the Tazz boxers. His cock
was perfect. It was hanging down, partially erect, and was riding on a huge
set of balls. Nice, I thought to myself.

I slipped Kent's cock into my mouth and wrapped my lips around it. I licked
on the shaft, just under the head. I tried fondling his balls, but nothing
worked. His dick kept getting softer and softer. Nothing worked!

"I don't know what's wrong." he muttered. "Never had that problem before".
I reached around and felt his ass. His buns were firm and smooth.

"Turn around." I ordered. I spun him around and he braced himself against
the dumpster. I got onto my knees and I moved his legs apart. Pausing to
smell his asscrack, I shoved my face into his firm young butt. I loved the
smell of his ass and it was only a second before my tongue hit paydirt. I
rammed my tongue into the puckered little hold and I heard Kent moan.

"Fucking yeah....Ohhh. Do that. Man, eat me ass out. Do it." I licked his
ass and darted my tongue in and out of his bung. He responded by shoving his
ass into my face even harder. Reaching around in front of him, I felt his
cock. Sure enough, it was getting hard! After a few more licks of his manly
scented butt, I turned him back around and leaned him against the dumpster.

I plunged my mouth over Kent's dick and he groaned in approval. "Yeah,
that's it. Suck it. MMMMM. You want it, don't you. Worship it. Make love
to my dick with your mouth. It feels better than a pussy. Yeah...Use your
tongue. That's it."

I started bobbing my head up and down on the length of his dick. It was very
thick and around seven inches long. Not as big as some that I'd sucked, but
respectable, nonetheless. That dick on the such a cute man was a perfect
combination. I was so turned on my this guy that I just had to taste his
seed.

Kent's breath was becoming labored and he started bucking as I took it deeper
and deeper into my throat. I backed off and wrapped my hand around his
shaft. I did some tongue work as I jacked him off. Kent pulled my hand away
and ripped his dick out of my mouth. He jacked off as fast as he could and
started to moan really loud. Just as he was about to cum, I shoved my face
back over the big dick and he shot stream after stream of boiling cum into my
mouth.

"Yeah....Man....That's so good. Uhhhhh...." Kent pulled up his pants and
zipped them.

"My God, what have I done? Fuck...I...I cheated on my wife. It's not right.
She doesn't deserve this. Fuck, how could I have done this?"

"It's OK, Kent. It happens. You have some questions to ask yourself,
though. That's what's important. One blowjob doesn't make you gay."

"No, that's not it. I wanted to....I mean....I felt like I wanted to....do
it back. Fuck. I don't know what I'm gonna do. Maybe I am turning queer.
I wanted to touch your dick for a minute."

"Kent. Let's go. Forget Scott and forget this place. Let's go get another
case of beer and go back to my place. We'll talk. You can sleep it off.
We'll see how you feel in the morning."

"OK...Man...You're a good friend. I just feel bad about...about all the
stuff we've said about you...It has to hurt...I'm sorry man. I like you. You
are cool. You're the best friend I have at work."

"It's OK", I said. "Let's hit the road. We'll take my truck. I want to
show you one for thing. Close your eyes."

Kent close his eyes. I put my arms around him and hugged him. I planted a
simple, but firm kiss on his lips and I felt him kiss back. I helped Kent
into my truck and we went back to my place to party some more.

A few weeks later, the wife divorced him and took half of everything he
owned. Kent said it was a small price to pay. Wanna guess who he moved in
with?