He walked into the bar like he owned the place, shoulders wide, jeans hanging low on his hips, and I knew right then I was going to suck his cock before the night was over. The place was loud, some dive in West Hollywood where the air smelled like sweat and beer, and guys were already pairing off in dark corners. I was leaning against the bar, nursing a whiskey, when he caught my eye and nodded once. No smile, just that look that said he wanted his dick sucked hard and fast.
We didnt talk much. He came over, ordered a beer, and said, You looking to get on your knees tonight? His voice was low and rough, like hed been yelling at a game all day.
I set my glass down and told him yeah. He finished his beer in two gulps, grabbed my wrist, and pulled me toward the back hallway where the bathrooms were.
The stall was small and smelled like piss and cheap soap, but none of that mattered once he locked the door. He unzipped and hauled out his cock, thick and already half-hard, the head shiny with precum. Suck it, he said, pushing my shoulders down. I dropped to my knees on the dirty tile and opened my mouth. He shoved in deep on the first thrust, no teasing, just straight to the back of my throat. I gagged but didnt pull off. He liked that. He held my head with both hands and fucked my face, hips snapping forward, balls slapping my chin every time he bottomed out.
Fuck yeah, take that cock, he growled, voice echoing off the walls. Spit ran down my chin and dripped onto my shirt. I reached up and grabbed his ass, pulling him deeper, letting him use my mouth like a hole. He tasted salty and hot, veins pulsing against my tongue. Every few strokes he pulled out just enough for me to catch a breath, then slammed back in. My own dick was straining in my jeans, but I didnt touch it. This was about him getting off.
He lasted longer than I expected, pounding my throat until my eyes watered and my jaw ached. When he was close he pulled out, stroked himself twice, and shot thick ropes across my tongue and lips. I swallowed what I could and licked the rest off his cock while he caught his breath. Good boy, he muttered, tucking himself away. He left first. I stayed on my knees a minute longer, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, already wondering who else was out there looking for the same thing.
I went back to the bar and ordered another drink. Ten minutes later a different guy, younger, leaner, with a tight black T-shirt, slid onto the stool next to me. Heard youre good at that, he said, nodding toward the hallway. Word travels fast in places like this. I didnt deny it. We didnt even make it to the bathroom this time. He led me out the side door into the alley behind the bar. It was darker, quieter except for the distant thump of music. He leaned against the brick wall, unzipped, and pulled his cock out. It was long and curved upward, already leaking.
I sank down again, right there on the concrete, and took him into my mouth. This one liked it slower at first. He let me work the head with my tongue, swirl around the crown, then slide down the shaft until my nose pressed against his trimmed pubes. He groaned and grabbed my hair, guiding me into a rhythm that suited him. Cars passed on the street at the end of the alley, headlights flashing across us for a second, but nobody stopped. I sucked him deep, hollowing my cheeks, letting saliva coat everything so it was wet and sloppy the way he wanted. He talked the whole time, low and filthy. Thats it, choke on it. Suck that cock like you mean it. I did. I bobbed faster, one hand stroking the base while my mouth took the rest. When he came he held my head still and pumped straight down my throat, making sure I swallowed every drop.
By the time I stood up my knees were scraped and my throat was raw. I went home alone that night, but the next weekend I was back in the same bar, ready to do it all over again. Thats how it goes in those CA gay sex stories. You show up, you get on your knees, and you suck cock until someone decides theyre done with your mouth. Sometimes its one guy, sometimes its two or three before you call it a night. The details change, but the hunger stays the same.
