Bar Back

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Bar Back By J.J. Massa Dedication: To everyone who has ever wondered what happens after closing time.

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“Hey!” There he is, the new guy. Little bastard’s late. “’Bout time you got here,” I don’t bother to keep the growl out of my voice. The restaurant next door already closed and we’re starting to get busy. I damn sure need a bar back tonight. “I’ll make up for it,” he calls on the way by, getting right down to work stocking the beer cooler. Can’t fault him for that. Still... “Fuckin’ A right you will!” On your knees if I have my way. He’s a cute little son of a bitch; I can find all kinds of uses for him. The look he gives me falls somewhere between hopeful and hurt, and the gap is just too wide for me to try and bridge it right now. “I’ll, um, just get these glasses caught up.” He’s not looking at me now, just working. It makes me feel a little bad, like I’m being too hard on him. “We’ll talk in a little while,” I try to keep my voice soft, nicer. He shrugs, doesn’t look up. After that, though, I’m too damned busy to do much more than pour drinks and bark out orders. The bar’s hopping, but I’m getting plenty of opportunity to notice that sweet little ass every time he bends into the beer cooler. And he’s doing a lot of it. Or bending over the glass-washing sink… and now, his hand is on my back, he’s trying to stretch up and get a glass overhead. “Sorry…” he looks guilty, embarrassed, like he’s not supposed to touch me… or something. I turn, facing him. “I’ve got it.” My thigh brushes his groin as I reach for the glass. Hmm, yeah, he’s hard. Hell, so am I. “Here you go.” I’m smiling--of course I am. “Thanks.” He slips away; fixing the drink that goes in that glass, not looking at me.

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“So what made you late?” I ask. We’re having a lull now. Everybody’s drinking, talking; nobody needs anything. “Domestic stuff.” He’s looking like he wants to say more. I’ll help. “Girlfriend?” I reach past him for a bottle. “Uh,” he’s uncomfortable. I can help there, too. I plant a hand on his shoulder as I put the bottle back where it came from. “Boyfriend?” I keep my voice low, neutral. He clears his throat, a slight flush on his cheeks, his neck. “Yeah, sorta,” he says. Sorta? I lean in, squeeze his shoulder. “You can tell me,” I whisper into his ear, and move on right away. Don’t want to scare him. “I’m not always a grouchy bastard.” He stands frozen for a minute, and then snaps out of it. “Well,” he pulls a beer out, and a frosty mug. A fake smile for the asshole he’s serving then he turns back. “It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me anything, really.” I want him to, shit yeah. The more I know, the easier it’ll be to get those pants off him. For now, I’ll be a pal. And SCORE! He looks over at me and speaks. He starts talking, slow, jumbled, but talking. “Um, he just, you know, wanted me to … I’m pretty easy going, you know? We were just getting started kinda dating and I guess he wanted me to … thought I was… but I’m just not that… aggressive.” His face looks a little strained, his eyes are begging me to let it go. Don’t worry, honey, I’ve got you covered. Oh god, do I…Well I will, you can damn bet I will. “Wants you to be something you aren’t, huh?” I’m all sympathetic. Like a top? I don’t ask him. “Yeah, kinda.” He looks grateful. Looks like a bottom. He turns to the taps, pouring a beer. I move in behind him, introducing my hard-on to its future home, also pouring a beer. “Shit!” He’s so rattled; he drops his. Mostly foam anyway.

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I hand him the beer I poured, a different brew than his, “Here,” I put my lips on his ear, kinda whispering. “He’ll never know the difference.” Then I’m gone, all that in the space of a minute, nobody notices a thing, nobody but me and my future dick-warmer. For such a busy night, it seems endless. I’m mixing drinks, pouring beer, watching those light khaki pants stretch across that tight ass, that white shirt pulling snug over those little nipples. It’s almost closing time, finally. “You want to get lucky tonight?” That’s the slick blonde I’m about to cut off. Want to? I’m going to, guaranteed. But you’re not, lady. I glance up the bar. Well, not with me anyway. “With you?” I ask her. She gives me a sly smile and a nod. “God, I wish,” wish you’d slink back under your rock. I glance over my shoulder, toward the closed office door. It’s empty but she doesn’t know that. “Working late tonight,” I mock pout. She’s two and a half sheets, she buys it. “Aww, too bad.” She really does seem sorry about it, for three seconds. Glancing down the bar, she takes her drink and sits next to Ol’ Willie. He’s a regular, gives me a sharp nod. He knows how my taste runs and I know why he comes in when he does. Waiting for the horny barflies to run out of options. He’s no prize to look at, but he gets a lot more pussy than you’d think. “So you don’t want to get lucky tonight?” I look over and there’s my smug little bar back, poking fun at me. He’s bending over the sink, washing glasses, the bar’s nearly empty. Like I said, its almost closing time. I’m standing next to him; nobody can see me from the waist down, nobody’s behind us. I step closer and slip my hand into the gap at the front of his pants, under the wide waistband of his briefs. Soft, hard, and a perfect fit. His cock swells and twitches against my palm and leaks onto my wrist, just a drop.

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“Yeah, honey, I dearly want to get lucky, what about you?” I push down, pumping him a little, two fingers combing through his tight pubic curls to stroke his balls. “Yeah, god,” he nearly chokes, gripping the steel lip of the sink with both hands, arms shaking. I loosen my grip on the small slab of beefcake I plan to suck down later. I give it a fond stroke before pulling my hand out and washing and drying both of ‘em. I apply myself to getting everybody out of there, and fast. I’m as hard as I’ve ever been and I can’t wait much longer to do something about it. Maybe I can help my little bar back with his domestic problems while I’m at it. It’s taking long enough, but finally, the alkies are gone, the doors are locked, counters wiped, and my dick is ready to bury itself in the hired help. “Hey,” he says nervously, nothing to do but look at me now. “Isn’t this where you came in?” I’m trying to lighten the moment. It’s not working, he’s looking at the floor now, shifting from foot to foot. When all else fails, step up the attack I decide, moving up close to him. We’re facing each other and I put one hand on his shoulder, giving him a little tug. My other hand lands on his waist, pulling our groins together. He’s hard. Nervous, but hard. I bend my head, my lips skimming across his cheek, his face. God, he’s shaking. Shit, how sweet. I cover his mouth with mine, tasting, sucking, he tastes good. No cigarettes, no booze, just sweet boy taste. I can make a meal off his tongue, but he’s clinging to me, holding on like he’ll fall if I let him go. I back him up to the bar, away from the sink, just straight bar, one of the few places there’s no overhang. I let him lean, his hands going back to hold the edge. Good. Time to indulge myself. First things first, and I start on the buttons of that white shirt. He’s almost hairless underneath it. I know he’s old enough, 4

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has to be to work here. There they are, so pretty, those nipples, so hard, too. I get one in my mouth, sucking, chewing till he’s moaning. I feel myself leaking at the sound. Moving over to the other one, I unsnap my pants--need to let my cock out to breathe. God, these pants got tight. His eyes are closed--they stay that way until I open his zipper. Those baby browns pop open wide and his breathing speeds up. I notice even though I’m pretty busy pulling his tightywhities down. Sweet, all of him, just sweet. Sweet little arrow of hair going down his stomach. Sweet little tangle of curls around his sweet little cock. Let’s see how sweet that cock really is. I open wide and suck it in. “Ohmigod, ohmigod,” he’s chanting now. That’s right baby, that’s just right. I’m sucking on him, playing with his balls. He’s getting tight and I clamp my fingers around the base of his cock. Slowly, I release him, backing away. I ease my zipper down a little more, giving my cock some room. He looks dazed. “Tell me about what happened with your boyfriend, honey,” I say to him. He licks his lips, off center, right where I want him. “Uh… What?” “What happened? What did he want that you didn’t want?” I figure this is important information to have. “Talk to me, honey. Did he want to fuck you? You to fuck him?” Now we’re getting somewhere. He’s looking at me almost guilty. I mean I think I know, but I want to hear it. “He, um, he wanted me to fuck him,” he cuts his eyes up at me and dips his chin to his chest. “I just, you know, maybe once in a while… but I like it,” he pulls in a deep breath. “I like it the other way,” he says firmly.

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“You’d rather get fucked than do the fucking?” He seems a little shy about it so I’ll say it. I just want it crystal clear. “You’re happier on the bottom, sweetheart?” His face is a little red now. So cute, face flushed with his shirt open, pants around his knees and cock pointing at the ceiling. “Lots of guys would fuck me,” he says. I have to agree, yeah, lots of guys would. He looks angry for a second and then scared. I just wait. He’ll tell me what’s on his mind. “I just don’t want to get hurt,” he mumbles finally. That, I can deal with. “How about I fuck you, honey?” I move a little closer to him. “I like doing the fucking and I won’t hurt you.” His cock had begun to wilt a little, now it’s growing again. I keep an eye on it and say, in a low voice, “Unless you need a spanking.” Pay dirt! It jumps. I cup one hand around his jaw and push the front of my shorts down. “You want me to fuck you?” “Yeah,” his voice is kinda quiet. Now he’s touching me, real light. His hands are shaking, but he’s running his fingers up and down that thick vein and it feels so good. His finger slides in my pre-cum and he takes it to his mouth. Just watching that makes me leak more. My knees get weak. He slides down and pulls my cock toward him and I stop him. Its not that I don’t want him to, god no! “Honey, you don’t have to do that,” I say, trying to be gentle, giving. Yeah, I’m a raging top, but I don’t have to be forceful about it… much. He looks up at me, kneeling between my legs. “I want to,” and he sucks my knob right in. His mouth is so hot, so soft. “Oh god,” I groan, planting my feet apart, one hand going to the counter and the other in his soft, spiky hair. “So good,” I moan. I’ve got to stop him or I’m gonna cum. It’s so hard when he’s deep-throating me this way. I tug him back a little and pull him up against me. Our cocks meet and we both groan loudly. “You’re good at that,” I tell him and I bite his bottom lip, lightly. He’s good at a lot of things. He reaches up, humping

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against me, and sucks at my tongue like he needs it to live. We kiss long and wet, until finally, I say, “I’m gonna fuck you now.” “Yeah,” he’s panting, like he’s gotta have this. I know I need it. “Yeah,” he says again. I lean back against the bar and grab a bottle of olive oil we keep there. Somehow I manage to get it on my fingers without spilling it all over. I reach around him, looking for that warm little hole. “Spread your cheeks, sweetheart,” I tell him, and he does. Oh man, I want to see. I thought I’d just finger fuck him a little, but no, I can’t. I have to see him, taste him. “Bend over, let me look at you,” I turn him a little so I can see him under the dim light. “Beautiful, baby, such a sweet little hole.” I can’t help it. I’ve got to stroke it, touch it. He’s leaning over the bar now, on his toes, so he can hold himself open for me. What a good boy. I dribble a little of the oil on him and start rubbing it in. He’s holding his cheeks apart for me and whimpering. “You like that sweetheart?” I bend closer, biting at his ass. “Yeah, oh yeah, please,” he’s begging, and I know what he wants. Starting at the back of his balls, I lick him all the way up to his hole and then I begin to fuck him with my tongue. In and out, over and over, till I almost get a cramp. He’s all but sobbing now, and I’m holding him open as he clings to the bar with both hands. I fish around in my pocket for the condom I bought the last time I went to the head. Maybe we won’t always need protection, but for now, safe sex. I’m so sensitive that I can barely get the condom on, but I do. “You ready, sweetheart?” I ask him. He’s so far gone he’s just making sounds now. “Ahh,” he moans, and I take that as a yes. I line my cock up to his pink, wet hole and sink in. So tight and hot. “You okay, honey?” I ask him. I’m pushing in slow, but I’m not stopping. He’s done this before. 7

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“Dontstopdontstopdontstop,” he’s gasping over and over like he’s really afraid I’m gonna pull out and leave. I reach under him with one hand, stroking over his hard little nipples and down for a handful of his cock. “I’m here honey,” I mumble, no idea what I’m saying now. Hell, I can barely see, he feels so good around me. Sliding in, sliding out, so tight, so tight around my cock, slick, hot, squeezing. I’m gonna blow any second. “Can I… got to…gonna cum,” he wails and his sphincter clamps down on me, squeezing so hard, I’m seeing stars. His cock spasms and erupts like a pearly hot volcano. I lose it, too, cuming a river buried in the tight ass of my bar back bottom boy. “Uh, uh, uh,” I grunt, hearing the echo in the empty bar, still pumping. He slumps against the bar and I’m mostly leaning on one arm, trying to keep the weight off of him. We’re both still for a few, then he shifts and I slip out of him. He’s looking at me carefully, like I’m a dangerous animal. I look back, trying to figure out what’s going on in his head. What’s he doing? Holding a handful of napkins, he’s still got his pants down around his knees. Real carefully, he starts to dab at my limp dick, pulling the rubber off. All the time he’s doing it, he looks like I’m gonna hit him. What’s going on? “Wha…” Oh, shit! I get it. My little bottom boy. “Thank you, honey.” I tip his face up and kiss those sweet lips lightly. I let him finish cleaning me, then himself and fix our pants. “You ready to go home now?” I’m gonna need sunglasses if his smile’s always that bright. One thing I know. He’ll damn sure be on time for work tomorrow.

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