After inadvertently stumbling into a quiet, backstreet gay bar, Dane Willetts is befriended by the barman, Ollie, and his occasional boyfriend, Jack.
Once his initial fears are quelled by the friendly twosome, Dane is persuaded to join Ollie and Jack in the darkened backroom of the bar for a voyage of discovery that will challenge his perception of his own sexuality.
*6,700 words*
**This story contains graphic descriptions of male/male sexual activity. Please do not purchase if such material is likely to offend.**
EXCERPT:
As unexpected as it was, Dane offered no resistance. He eagerly sucked on the barman’s tongue, savouring the salty sweet flavour of his own cum. When Ollie eventually drew back, Dane leaned forward, intoxicated, craving more.
"Wow! We've got a live one on our hands here, Jack," Ollie teased.
"I knew it the moment I saw him," said Jack, pulling away from Dane’s ass and standing behind him. The still startled youth felt the warmth of Jack’s monster cock rubbing gently against the back of his leg and slowly reached back, taking its silky hardness into his palm and tentatively stroking the stiffening length.
"Yeah, that feels nice," Jack’s sexy voice whispered in to his ear.
Past even thinking about straight or gay, Dane slowly dropped to his knees, turning to face Jack’s gigantic tool. Looking up into the burly man’s eyes he took a deep breath, paused for a second, and then tentatively slid the foreskin covered glans into his mouth. His lips stretching widely in an attempt to accommodate even the head of the monster cock, Dane coughed, spluttered and choked slightly as his mouth filled with the sweet taste of precum. Emboldened by the deliciously sinful situation in which he suddenly found himself, Dane abandoned any last semblance of guilt or doubt and hungrily swirled his tongue around Jack’s throbbing tip.