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The following gay story features a hairy biker that I wrote a few years ago and thought I would share with everyone.
Hairy Dog
Being a bartender in a gay night club can be rather interesting. Sure, I have to put up the loud noise and odd lighting but I get to meet the most interesting men. Since I started working at the Hairy Dog five years ago, I have met gay men of all ages, background and race. A few straight and bisexual men also step into the club every once in awhile. Most of the guys are college age but I have seen several in their thirties and forties come in over the years. Joe had to be the oldest at sixty-two but he didn't stay very long after he hooked up with one of the college boys. I haven't seen either since that night.
My name's Hank by the way and I'm not the owner of the nightclub. People think that I should be the owner since I'm a hairy man in my late twenties. I have a thick head of wavy black hair that goes down to my shoulders and I usually gather it up in a ponytail when I'm working. My long beard is just as thick and black as my hair. I have large hairy arms and a barrel chest. I'm not muscular enough to be the full-time bouncer but I have helped throw plenty of guys out. Most of them don't give me any lip due to the fact that I can make almost any drink that you can name.
Only one man has ever entered the Hairy Dog and stumped me on a drink. He came in about a year ago and was more hairier than I was. His reddish-brown beard and hair was braided and went down to his waist. The stranger was dressed in a worn brown leather jacket and blue jeans. From the looks of him, I figured that he was a biker and around thirty.
I eyed him as he strolled up to the bar and sat down on a stool.
"What can I get you?" I asked in a friendly tone.
"I heard that you can make a drink that any man names," he said with a grin.
"You heard right and no one has stumped me so far."
"Then I would like to make a small bet. If you can make the drink I name, then I'll pay you a hundred dollars. If not, then I want a blowjob here in the club."
I looked into his dark green eyes and knew in an instant that he was serious. I wasn't supposed to have sexual contact with anybody in the club since I worked there. Several of the gay guys give blowjobs in the restroom but they are usually discreet about it. I could do whatever I wanted outside the club.
"I'll take your bet on the condition that I give you the blowjob outside the club," I finally said.
Word was getting around the Hairy Dog fast about the wager. A small crowd was soon forming around the stranger. They were making bets and a lot of money was being betted on me. He nodded and we shook hands to seal the deal.
"Name your poison," I said.
"Give me a shot of Mad Dog."
I searched my memory for such a drink and I came up empty. I thought I knew every drink that had dog in the name. The small crowd noticed that I wasn't quick to make his drink and they grew silent. I finally gave in and admitted defeat despite several moans of protest from the crowd. I asked him for the recipe and he recited it to me. I was surprised that a shot of Mad Dog was made with vodka, raspberry syrup and hot sauce.
I fixed the drink and placed it in front of him. The small crowd cheered him on as he drained the contents of the shotglass in one swallow. They then started asking for Mad Dog and I sold about a hundred before they went back to drinking their usual beverages.
The stranger told me that his name was Dusty and he switched to beer after about six shots of Mad Dog. I couldn't drink while working but I wrote the recipe down and put it with the drink guide that other bartenders referred to. I knew that I would have to try a shot of Mad Dog on my night off.
After the club closed, I found Dusty waiting outside for me. I asked him where he wanted to get the blowjob at and he told me that in the parking lot would be fine. The Hairy Dog has a nice-sized parking lot with several lamp post that provided great lighting. I always tried to parked near the one closet to the club so I wouldn't get jumped after work since I was usually the last to leave.
The reddish-brown headed stranger leaned back against the lamp post and I kneeled before him. I unzipped his blue jeans and fished his hairy cock out. I kissed the purple crown before running my tongue down the shaft. I licked his hairy balls and he let out a low moan.
I wrapped my mouth around his swelling glan and began sucking. His cock started growing harder and thicker. As I sucked, I played with his hairy balls. I took his entire seven inch cock into my moist mouth. His moaning grew louder as I squeezed the tip with my throat muscles. I lost track of time as I sucked his hairy cock under the lamp post.
Several drops of pre-cum escaped Dusty's piss hole and I knew that he was ready to explode. I found my own cock was hard in my pants and I wondered if I could talk him going back to my place after I finished the blowjob.
I barely had enough time to withdraw his hard cock from my moist mouth when he started coming. His thick semen shot out of his piss hole and sprayed onto my thick black beard.
"Damn," he said. "That was a great blowjob."
"Thanks," I said. "How about we go back to my place for some more fun."
"I would have to take a rain check on that offer since I'm spent for the night. Six Mad Dog shots and a blowjob usually does it for me."
I stood up without wiping his semen out of my beard. I tried not to let the disappointment that I was feeling appear on my face.
"Then I guess I see you around," I said.
"Yeah," he said. "I'll see you tomorrow night and then we can go back to your place."
Dusty did show up the next night and we went back to my place. He's my steady boyfriend now and I know that the rest of his body is pretty hairy too.
Hairy Dog
Being a bartender in a gay night club can be rather interesting. Sure, I have to put up the loud noise and odd lighting but I get to meet the most interesting men. Since I started working at the Hairy Dog five years ago, I have met gay men of all ages, background and race. A few straight and bisexual men also step into the club every once in awhile. Most of the guys are college age but I have seen several in their thirties and forties come in over the years. Joe had to be the oldest at sixty-two but he didn't stay very long after he hooked up with one of the college boys. I haven't seen either since that night.
My name's Hank by the way and I'm not the owner of the nightclub. People think that I should be the owner since I'm a hairy man in my late twenties. I have a thick head of wavy black hair that goes down to my shoulders and I usually gather it up in a ponytail when I'm working. My long beard is just as thick and black as my hair. I have large hairy arms and a barrel chest. I'm not muscular enough to be the full-time bouncer but I have helped throw plenty of guys out. Most of them don't give me any lip due to the fact that I can make almost any drink that you can name.
Only one man has ever entered the Hairy Dog and stumped me on a drink. He came in about a year ago and was more hairier than I was. His reddish-brown beard and hair was braided and went down to his waist. The stranger was dressed in a worn brown leather jacket and blue jeans. From the looks of him, I figured that he was a biker and around thirty.
I eyed him as he strolled up to the bar and sat down on a stool.
"What can I get you?" I asked in a friendly tone.
"I heard that you can make a drink that any man names," he said with a grin.
"You heard right and no one has stumped me so far."
"Then I would like to make a small bet. If you can make the drink I name, then I'll pay you a hundred dollars. If not, then I want a blowjob here in the club."
I looked into his dark green eyes and knew in an instant that he was serious. I wasn't supposed to have sexual contact with anybody in the club since I worked there. Several of the gay guys give blowjobs in the restroom but they are usually discreet about it. I could do whatever I wanted outside the club.
"I'll take your bet on the condition that I give you the blowjob outside the club," I finally said.
Word was getting around the Hairy Dog fast about the wager. A small crowd was soon forming around the stranger. They were making bets and a lot of money was being betted on me. He nodded and we shook hands to seal the deal.
"Name your poison," I said.
"Give me a shot of Mad Dog."
I searched my memory for such a drink and I came up empty. I thought I knew every drink that had dog in the name. The small crowd noticed that I wasn't quick to make his drink and they grew silent. I finally gave in and admitted defeat despite several moans of protest from the crowd. I asked him for the recipe and he recited it to me. I was surprised that a shot of Mad Dog was made with vodka, raspberry syrup and hot sauce.
I fixed the drink and placed it in front of him. The small crowd cheered him on as he drained the contents of the shotglass in one swallow. They then started asking for Mad Dog and I sold about a hundred before they went back to drinking their usual beverages.
The stranger told me that his name was Dusty and he switched to beer after about six shots of Mad Dog. I couldn't drink while working but I wrote the recipe down and put it with the drink guide that other bartenders referred to. I knew that I would have to try a shot of Mad Dog on my night off.
After the club closed, I found Dusty waiting outside for me. I asked him where he wanted to get the blowjob at and he told me that in the parking lot would be fine. The Hairy Dog has a nice-sized parking lot with several lamp post that provided great lighting. I always tried to parked near the one closet to the club so I wouldn't get jumped after work since I was usually the last to leave.
The reddish-brown headed stranger leaned back against the lamp post and I kneeled before him. I unzipped his blue jeans and fished his hairy cock out. I kissed the purple crown before running my tongue down the shaft. I licked his hairy balls and he let out a low moan.
I wrapped my mouth around his swelling glan and began sucking. His cock started growing harder and thicker. As I sucked, I played with his hairy balls. I took his entire seven inch cock into my moist mouth. His moaning grew louder as I squeezed the tip with my throat muscles. I lost track of time as I sucked his hairy cock under the lamp post.
Several drops of pre-cum escaped Dusty's piss hole and I knew that he was ready to explode. I found my own cock was hard in my pants and I wondered if I could talk him going back to my place after I finished the blowjob.
I barely had enough time to withdraw his hard cock from my moist mouth when he started coming. His thick semen shot out of his piss hole and sprayed onto my thick black beard.
"Damn," he said. "That was a great blowjob."
"Thanks," I said. "How about we go back to my place for some more fun."
"I would have to take a rain check on that offer since I'm spent for the night. Six Mad Dog shots and a blowjob usually does it for me."
I stood up without wiping his semen out of my beard. I tried not to let the disappointment that I was feeling appear on my face.
"Then I guess I see you around," I said.
"Yeah," he said. "I'll see you tomorrow night and then we can go back to your place."
Dusty did show up the next night and we went back to my place. He's my steady boyfriend now and I know that the rest of his body is pretty hairy too.
