"Yes, sir." and strip.
From Create Your Own Story
"Good boy," Dean says, and strokes his cock, waiting.
You tug your shirt over your head, and put it on the couch beside him, then get your shoes off. When you undo your belt, you can see people turning their heads to watch you, but you keep your eyes straight ahead, watching Dean, who is nodding and smiling, and slowly stroking his cock, making the foreskin dip with each stroke. You step out of your jeans and underwear, your cock stiff in front of you, and then sink to your knees in front of the leather stud.
"Suck it," Dean says, and you take his cock into your mouth. He releases his shaft, and you take it in one hand, letting the other roam along his muscular chest and touch the leather straps that cross it.
"Yeah," Dean says. "That's good, boy." His gloved hand takes the back of your head and bobs you up and down on his cock while you suck. You swirl your tongue around his foreskin, and let your hand stroke him harder, and his chest rumbles under your fingers.
"Yeah," Dean moans again, and shifts on the couch, bringing one of his legs up and leaning slightly to the right. You shift with him, glancing up at him while you suck, and he gestures behind you.
"Got an audience," he says, and moves again, so he's nearly lying on the couch. "Just want to give them a better view."
You climb onto the couch, still sucking him, and he leaves one leg on the floor. You crawl up onto the couch, and manage to catch a glimpse of some of the men in the room, looking your way. You end up with your ass in the air, kneeling, your face in Dean's crotch as he tugs on your hair and pulls your mouth onto his dick. You suck and lick and slurp, trying not to gag as his cock fills your mouth.
"Yeah, like that boy," he says loudly. "Suck it like that." You continue to swallow his length and jerk his cock with your hand, and feel your own cock grow rock hard as you start to hear comments from the people watching.
"Hot," one man says.
"Nice ass," says another.
A third laughs, and says, "Born cocksucker."
Dean starts to grunt when he tugs on your hair, and then he says, "Fuck yeah."
You look up at him, and he nods, repeating himself. "Fuck yeah. Fuck. Fuck... Fuck!"
With the final swear, he comes in your mouth with two thick spurts of cum, and he shoves your face onto his dick. You swallow as quickly as you can, licking and slurping at his shaft and balls to get every drop.
You look up at him, and he smiles down at you, releasing your hair. You start to shrug back into your clothes.
“Last call!” comes a voice over the microphones, and it occurs to you that you’ve been in the bar for hours now with a sudden startling realization. “Last call for the bar!”
Dean glances up, then looks back at you. “Place closes soon,” he says. “You want to go? I got some toys at home, and I bet your ass would love it.”
“Don’t go yet,” comes another voice, and you turn and see the guy you saw when you first came in the bar, the one in the wifebeater. He’s standing to the left of Dean, his cock in hand, stroking himself. It’s obvious he enjoyed watching you suck Dean. “We’re waiting for our turn.”
The “we” gives you pause, until you see that the other three guys he came into the bar with are all there, too, standing around watching you. They’re a pretty sleazy looking bunch, mostly in muscle shirts and denim. They’re unshaven, and they’re all probably at least twenty years older than you, but they’re looking at you like they could all eat you right up.
Dean shrugs. "Up to you, boy."
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