JD and Coke

FuelMix is not much of a drinker – not that he doesn’t like to drink, it’s just that he’s pretty focused on his workouts in the gym and is amazed at just how many calories beer and cocktails contain. Going to the gym and then hitting the booze is just counter-productive. 

But once in a while FuelMix gets the urge and this time, ordered a Jack Daniels and Coke at the University of Fag Bar (pending accreditation). He hadn't been to the fag bar for a while. The bar tender squealed in surprise, beamed and said he’d bring the drink over. FuelMix thought nothing of it, found a quiet table and waited for his drink. 

The bar tender arrived with the drink.  All his shirt buttons and the top buttons of his Levis were undone. He sat down next to FuelMix, still holding the ordered JD and Coke. FuelMix thought it odd. In the past, the bar tender did occasionally flirt with FuelMix in that teasing harmless way. And it was well known that the bar tender had a white BF to whom he was said to be very faithful.

So...... what the hell was he doing semi-stripped, obviously horny and still holding the JD and Coke?

Bar tender leaned forward and started to gently pour the JD mix into FuelMix’s open mouth, while kissing FuelMix’s face and ears. The bar went quiet and FuelMix’s cock began to throb as he gulped down the poured drink. 

“I’ve always liked you”, whispered bar tender to FuelMix, “but I can’t do anything because I’m faithful.....”.

“Interesting”, thought FuelMix, remaining silent, “so this is the crossroads of fidelity and personal service...? Or is FuelMix, JD and coke a new pheromone.....?”

After a few pours, bar tender put down the JD mix and started to kiss FuelMix’s well defined chest licking his nipples thru his T-shirt, leaving small wet tongue stains on it. Then without warning, he pulled up FuelMix’s T-shirt and started licking FuelMix’s armpit and nipples. There was a murmur in the bar.  FuelMix felt slightly embarrassed. 

“Just fuck them...” whispered the bar tender as he smooched and moaned on FuelMix's chest and torso, “they already know I like you....”

FuelMix felt like a mushroom –  kept in the dark until ready to harvest. “And.....what about your BF....?” he enquired meekly, his T-shirt still pulled up around his neck, his arms in the air supported by the bar tender, who was tongue-washing his armpits.

"I’m still faithful – this is the closest I can ever get to you.....", murmured the bar tender in FuelMix's ear, undoing FuelMix’s jeans, sliding his hand through the underwear and wrapping it around FuelMix’s throbbing cock. He began to swirl his fingers around the frenulum and the cockshaft, admiring the thickness and its shape. 

“You don’t mind do you....?” he asked gently. But before FuelMix could reply,  the bar tender had stuck his tongue in his mouth while playing with FuelMix’s abs and cock. FuelMix sat still, his mouth feeling like a human Fleshlight that was being thrust into. The bar was deadly quiet. The other staff, well aware of the bar tender’s reputed fidelity, stood with their mouths open. 

“Can I have something to remember you by....?” asked the bar tender slyly. FuelMix took a large sip of the JD mix and beckoned bar tender closer as if to kiss him. Bar tender moved in, mouth open, wrapping his arms around FuelMix. 

FuelMix, gently held bar tender’s chin, caressed his face, put his lips to his partially opened mouth and streamed the JD mix from his mouth into the bar tender’s. Bar tender gulped it down, moaned and sank to his knees,to kiss FuelMix’s crotch through his jeans, leaving a noticeable wet patch.

Lifting his head, he sighed, “I’m still faithful.....but I feel so guilty...!. I shouldn’t do this..... Oh god, I shouldn’t be doing this.....!! I’m so sorry....”. He ran in the direction of the kitchen and toilet.

FuelMix adjusted his T-shirt, quietly finished his JD mix and left.  The other customers leered and nodded.

Originally published 11 September 2007

Amended and Republished 13 September 2014

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