Spin Spin Sugar

twink_alert86 said:
nope, I've never been there, just picked a random location.

I wondered. You'd never wash your car out like that. Water conservation laws.

:D
 
I do indeed. One's aims and goals should always be in alignment.

Especially when talking in third person.
 
Rhys said:
Couch? Oh no. I am going to give you something to think about. I spin you around and drop to my knees there on the dance floor. Your eyes go wide as I touch just the tip of my tongue to your throbbing dick. Mmmm sweet and salty, and I want to give into my animalistic desire to suck you into my mouth and make you cum right there. But, I like playing with you too much. I lick lightly teasingly and you grab my hair painfully and tug so I must be doing something right. I push on your knees and the crowd parts around us as I crab walk you backwards into the bar. When we get there I stand and give you an evil grin. I then hoist you up so that your bare ass is sitting on the bar. The bartender looks at me quizzically. "Two shots of tequila please" I say with a wicked grin...


what the hell is he doing?

im naked!

Those two thoughts compete for my attention but lose the battle, when the bartender slides two shot glasses and a salt shaker across the bar. Doesn't seem to be any big deal to him... or to anyone either... It's pretty obvious I'm from out of town, huh? I grin sheepishly.

But my perplexity turns to a sort of amazed paralysis when he picks the salt shaker off the bar, licks my cock head, and sprinkles it with salt, eyes looking up at me with an evil smile....
 
I touch the tip of my tounge to the head of his dick and lightly lick away the sprinkle of salt. He stares at me wide eyed, the rest of the room forgotten. I spread his thighs with my hands and drizzle tequila from his pubic bone down to the top of his thigh. He sucks in his breath as the chilled drink meets his hotter flesh. I then bury my head in his lap, licking and sucking away at the thin lines of alcohol dripping toward the bar top. His cock throbs next to my cheek and I hear his soft moans over the pounding music...
 
my hands catch his hair... strands through my fingers, and I gasp in amazement staring down at his face buried in my lap. His tongue swirls over my skin, delicately tracing the drops to my sensitive inner thigh, my balls. The cold liquid drips down but all I notice is the heat of his mouth and my cock touching his face... I need more than this, I don't even care that everyone in the room is staring, free peep show. In fact their eyes excite me even more and I shiver all over.

"Oh god," I breathe, "don't... please..."

"Don't what?" his eyes look up at me teasingly. The tip of his tongue lazily flicks out over the head of my cock and I throw my hea dback.

"Don't stop..."
 
I push him back further on the bar and pull one of his pant legs free so I can spread him wider. He groans and one of the bartenders comes to his aid by standing behind him and supporting his weight. The guy grins at me and mouths, "I'll do anything for a tip and a suck" I grin at him, and he proceeds to lay one on Carson, keeping his mouth occupied. We've attracted an audience and some helpful soul holds Carson's pants for me. The bottle of tequila is set next to his leg on the bar and I pour it liberally down his chest, and let it pool in his navel. I lick it from his nipples, swirling my tounge across the hard peaks and he begins to writhe. I rim his belly button and his cock hits my chin leaving a trail of precum. God he's delicious like this....
 
I am laid out mostly naked across the bar for all eyes to see, like a show. The bartender's mouth is sweetly rough, sucking my tongue and biting at my lips, almost enough to distract me from the cool liquid drizzling into my navel and Rhys' tongue slowly licking it off. My nipples are hard nubs now and my skin is prickled. My cock... oh it brushes his chin as he hungrily sucks the tequila from the tiny cup of my belly button and I groan into the bartedner's mouth as I clutch as his hair. He makes a little grunt when I tug on his hair, and my balls start to tingle...

I pull back from the bartender's assault on my mouth long enough to groan, overhwlemed with sensations from all sides - the kiss, the licking, the cool air brushing across my naked skin, the people all shifting to get a better view.

"Suck me," I blurt - it's not what I planned to say but I cannot stop this now...
 
carsonshepherd said:
"Suck me," I blurt - it's not what I planned to say but I cannot stop this now...

I chuckle. He's so demanding when he's worked up. The other bartender flips me a towel and I push it under Carson's ass. He writhes again as my mate up top pinches his nipple. I pour more tequila this time deliberately drenching his cock. The droplets bead in his pubic hair and I lightly tounge it away, before sucking gently at the taut and straining skin at the head of his cock...
 
crucified with sensation I whimper... but I struggle to stay focused, I want this in sharp detail. I'm glad now that I haven't had much to drink so my head isn't fuzzy, at least not with booze....

the tequila drenches my cock and I can feel it trickle under my balls soaked up by the towel. His tongue traces the outline of the base of my cock and then dips under, licking the droplets from my balls... that just makes me weak and I moan, slumping back against whoever is holding me splayed out like a slut across the bar... my heart pounds in my cock and it twitches as he runs his tongue up the shaft, licking the drops of tequila from my length.

I groan as his hand finally, finally wraps around the base of my cock. I grit my teeth, I just want to fuck his mouth over and over but I can't, not draped on the slippery marble bar like this, being held by a bartender while the other one teases and torments my nipples, pushing me to the edge.

"Oh jesus christ... please..." begging now, my hips lifting from the bar to seek the warmth of his mouth, lips a whisper away....
 
I keep my thumb and index finger wrapped tightly around the head so he doesn't inadvertantly cum too quickly and end this little show. I lap at it, dipping my tounge into the slit and slurping steadily, messily down the sides and under the head to that ridge and he lifts his hips off the bar when I hit it letting me know thats what he wants ...and he wants it over and over again. I lap at his balls making them slick and wet before I pour on more tequila and make a sticky creamy mess of his crotch. I motion for help and two adventuresome gentlemen from the audience appear at my side and I have them push Carson's legs back so I can reach his hole. The bartender at his head is alternately kissing him and feeding him shooters and I can feel his groans vibrating through his body. The tequila might sting sensitive skin here, so I take a swig into my mouth first before dipping my head lower, beneath his ball sac and spreading his asscheeks with my hands. I find his sweet little pucker, pulsing pink and throbbing in time with his cock. I slowly jack his cock while lightly probing his hole with my tequila laced tongue...
 
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