My Evolving Transition – Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

My Evolving Transition – Ch. 03

... guys, in a booth.

I just smirked and shook my head.

“Your first time in a gay bar, buddy,”

the bartender asked.

“We never had anything like this bar or any gay clubs, where I’m from,”

I said.

“I gathered that. Hey, buddy, if in the future you go to another gay bar, do not wear what you’re wearing. Look at them, they might be gay, but in here, most of them, are wolves, and you look like prey,”

he said.

“Oh, okay. I’m on holiday and just wanted to express my inner self,”

I answered.

“On a plus side, this is one of the better gay bars I’ve worked in. Most of the guys are clean and well-behaved. Jacko over there, I wouldn’t put too must trust in him, he’s been a bit of slut, since his teens,”

he said.

I took a sip from my bourbon and ordered another.

“That there is Jeremy or Jessa, he’s clean, and looks after himself,”

he said, as he handed me my drink.

Once, I’d finished my drink, I left the bar and went to the dancefloor. I started to dance around to the beat of some disco track, which was almost like a rave song. So, here I was basically, moving my feet on the spot and waving my arms in the air, and wiggling my ass around.

To the other regulars, I must have looked like bait to them, dressed the way I was. I was hit on by a few of them before Jessa surprised me from behind.

He reached over from behind and caressed my bare thigh, and soon reached around and rubbed at my bulge. Jessa looked toned and cute, and I got an instant ...

... hard-on. It made me comfortable, that it was him after the bartender had raved about him.

“Hey honeybuns, looking for action?”

he said, snuggling up to me. He had his hands in my shorts in no time. I didn’t resist. In no time my cock and balls were out of my shorts and in his hands.

We started smooching while on the dancefloor. He caressed my cock, before stroking it. We faced Jacko and his friend’s table, Jessa was sending a message to them, I suppose. As he had me facing them panting, with my shorts near my knees and my cock in his hands. I couldn’t help but grind my ass back into him and his bulge.

“Oh, good, you want to play,”

he whispered into my ear while stroking my cock.

“You can say, that,”

I nervously said.

All my trepidations from three months ago were just a memory. I’m in a fag bar and a young fag was getting his way with me.

Here I was on a dancefloor with a younger man gently caressing my cock, facing me towards the booth where Jacko and other likewise fag boys were. He was biting my neck and making me forget my worries and where I was. I was beginning to drift off and go with the flow.

I was acting like some of the girls from my past, lost in love and lust, and starting to lose myself to him. What was I doing, do I have no morals? Soon, I let all my anxiety go, and he made me cum.

Maybe it was that he was good-looking, and for the first time in months, I was forgetting my hometown dramas.

He soon had my flimsy tassel shorts ...