It all started out as a typical weekend night out with friends in our favorite haunt "Boot Camp", but ended up as one of the most memorable times I've ever experienced with another man.

I've been going to this bar for about 8 years now and have over that time period come to know a lot of the men that frequent this watering hole and made a number of causal acquaintances as well as more lasting friendships along the way.

Just so you can get the flavor of the type of bar that I feel comfortable in, let me describe the Boot Camp. From the outside it is so nondescript that walking down the city street you'd never guess that it was a bar. But once you walk through the thick heavily scarred wood front door, you step into a large room dimly lit with rough hewn paneled walls and a large oval bar in the center of the room. The smells immediately waft through your senses and invoke the image of a Texan barn. Looking down you see the hay and straw strewn across the floor. There is a staircase on the left and two doors in the rear of the room, one goes to the john and the other leads to a private patio area.

If you dare to go up the staircase and through a pitch black maze filled with glory holes, there is another smaller bar in the corner of a large room.

Next to the bar is a hallway with a room on one side containing an antique porcelain footed tub and another room with a sling, wall mounted shackles, a St. Andrew's cross and a couple of old wooden barrels.

That's the Boot Camp, a man's bar, be it Levis, leather or uniform.

This is the bar I have called my watering hole and felt so totally comfortable in from the first time I walked through that old door.

But tonight was to be different, having just arrived, I sidled up to the bar downstairs, where on weekend nights my favorite bartender Jimmy, who has a ripped body and a fairly hairy chest and the smile and demeanor of a good ol' country boy, was wearing his usual uniform, half unbuttoned jeans and boots. When he asks "the usual"?

"Sure", I responded.

As he poured my scotch on the rocks, I surveyed the crowd around the bar and nodded to those that I knew and recognized and also saw a couple of hot men that might be worth checking into. Then from behind me I heard, "Here ya go, sexy, think you might be running a tab tonight"?

"Why anything special happening?" I said.

"Think it will be a night that you will really get into, especially later, I hear that there is a hot group of guys coming over from Madison, and that there will be an after party on both floors. I'm sure you'll get an invite after I get a few of those down you." He replied.

"Well who am I to say no to you?" I asked.

"Well from what I remember, from the last time we were together, neither one of us was saying no!" he said and then laughed and turned to wait on the rest of the bar. I swear I could watch those muscles on his body all night long.

I stood there for awhile, scanning from left to right and back again, drinking my drink. While taking in all the sights, and starting to compile my top ten hit list, I did notice there were a few new faces in the crowd tonight.

Now it was time to do some socializing with friends and see if I could get a better look at some of the other men in the bar. I walked over to Bob, a hairy man from head to toe, about 6'2" and a massive 48" chest. "Good to see ya there Sir!" He said as I was walking that way.

"Always great to see you there stud, but especially tonight. It's been a hard week at the office and I really need to let off some steam and play hard tonight." I replied back. I reached out and gave him a big hug and a quick kiss.

"Well, from what I hear we are going to have a great time tonight, and I hope to get to watch you in action, if I'm not a part of the action" he said chuckling.

"Ok now", I said "what on earth are you talking about, Jimmy as much as said the exact same thing."

"Oh, you'll see soon enough, as soon as the party arrives, someone you wish you had met is coming in from Madison to have an all out orgy here later tonight and I'd be willing to bet you definitely will be a part of it" he said with a devilish smirk.

Now I've known Bob for at least 6 years and we have had some all out drinking times together as well as some rather deep conversations, so for him to be coy with me is out of the ordinary, and just made the suspense of exactly what he was talking about all that much more intriguing.

"Hey look, who just walked in" Bob said to me.

As I turned to look at the door, I saw Hank and Stan, a sexy couple in their mid forties and workout at the gym about 5 times a week, and with whom I have spent more than one night with, either in their bed or mine. But right behind them was this man, about 6'6" in a leather vest and chaps, now that caught my eye!

He was a good looking man, I'd say late forties, hairy, and a smile as white as a fresh snow in Chicago. I knew who he was, as I went to a great party at his house in Madison with a regular drinking pal and fuck buddy, Steve. Just that I'm the world's worse with names. Maybe it was time to go to the bar and get another.

After a few minutes, Jimmy came over and already had my drink with him, "Here you go sexy, looks like there's going to be a nice crowd here tonight."

"From what I've seen so far, there are a few that look like a good time. By the way, what's the tall one across the bar drinking?" I asked.

"Bud light, and I know you, his name is Dean. A hot bottom from Madison" Jimmy replied.

"Well the next one for him is on me, and be sure to give him a shot to go with it, there guy." I told Jimmy.

"Got you covered there big guy." Jimmy said over his shoulder as he turned to tend to business. I stood at the bar and again surveyed the room; the noise level was building as were the man scents, as the bar was getting more crowded. Definitely was getting to be a good crowd in the place tonight.

As I was looking around, I caught sight of Steve walking in through the door. Now Steve is a rugged looking man in his early forties, around 5'8", and a solid build with 18" biceps, who works the rodeo circuit and is a top notch bull rider. I met him one Friday night a year or so ago, and after sharing good conversation and a number of drinks, we went back to my place to engage in let's say more personal conversation.

Well, next to me, Steve is the most versatile man I have met, and that conversation lasted until Sunday evening, with both of us totally spent from the Olympic quality and quantity of conversation. He truly has the stamina and endurance of the bulls he so masterly dominates.

It always brings a smile to my face and a heat surge through my groin when I see that man. Guess I will go over and say hey in a few, but for the moment, I need to go and make some room for a few more drinks.

While walking to the rear of the bar on my way to the john, one of the hunkier men I had espied earlier reached out and gave me a solid grope and smiled as he winked. "Well, WOOF!" I said in a surprised inflection.

"Not a problem there man, you're one sexy Daddy and I just thought I would make my presence known." He came back.

"Thanks, and trust me your presence has long been noticed, but if more of those buttons on your shirt keep opening up, you just may find my face buried in that pelt of your's." I said. "But for the moment I need to go to the john, otherwise I may rupture my bladder."

"Well, from what I felt if you need any help aiming that thing, I'm your boy." I heard him say over my shoulder as I made my way to the bathroom.

Great, it was early enough that there was no line at the urinal. I hate it when you got to piss like a racehorse and there is a line of men in front of you in the same situation.

This is one of my favorite places in the bar to get a preview of the men you might be interested in.

The urinal is an old horse trough about five feet wide and filled with ice and the men line up on both sides of it to relieve themselves. Above the urinal is a partial wall extending to the ceiling, just enough to see what is across from you without seeing the chest and head of who is attached to it. Sometimes when I look up, I have to laugh to myself because; all I see is my image in the mirror. But for the most part, if you are pee shy, this would not be the location of choice for you.

As I was standing there, and gazing across the trough, I saw a beautiful thick cut piece of meat with a golden stream flowing steadily from it, hanging out from a pair of jeans clad in black leather chaps. "Damn." I said to myself, as my stream started to flow and grow with greater intensity, my cock also was beginning to engorge from the view across the trough.

Then there was a moment or two that both of our streams were crossing, coincidence, or was it unconscious or deliberate action. Either way, it was a great feeling to empty out the bladder, and I could feel my face free up into a smile again from the wincing of holding it in as the pressure continued to build up.

As I was still going at full pressure the stream across from me was starting to subside and I heard a sigh of relief being moaned in rather deep tone. Then, this large hand appeared and started stroking that large thick cut cock, milking drop after drop of liquid from within.

Just watching this while I was still going, albeit the force of the flow is now reduced, I could feel my own cock enlarging and growing stiffer. Nothing like a good show to start the night off, and now my own stream was clear and truly waning, as I grabbed my cock and aimed at the ice below.

I don't know why, but the visual of the melting ice from the warmth of the bodily fluids, seems to really help me completely empty my bladder.

Now that I was finished, and as I was shaking and squeezing out the last droplets from myself, across from me was still milking it for all it was worth. Or was he now actually stroking himself while watching me extract the last of my piss from inside me?

Then just as I had completed, I saw that large hand begin to stuff that flaccid cock into his jeans and button up. From my point of view, I saw him back away from the trough and turn and start walking toward the door.

I waited for him to turn the corner, and as he did, I was very pleasantly surprised to see that it was Dean, the hot bottom whose name had eluded me.

His eyes met with mine and that broad smile appeared on his face along with a wink from his left eye. "Thanks for the beer and shot there Daddy, and thanks for the preview." He said on his way out the door of the john.

You know Jimmy just may be right; this is shaping up to be a fun night here tonight.

As I was standing there pulling myself back together, again trying to make myself presentable, a couple of bearish men entered and unzipped on the other side of the trough.

Guess it was time to go out and see what the night may have in store, because so far it was bringing a big smile to this old guy's face.

As I was leaving the restroom and heading to the bar, this time to get a bottle of water, thinking that I may want to pace myself tonight, I could see that a number of new faces had come into the place and the crowd was definitely growing in size.

Standing at the bar, waiting for Jimmy to get to me, as I was scoping out the newer faces in the crowd, I faintly saw a figure that seemed familiar, but not familiar enough to be able to place it. Did I recognize him from another bar or somewhere else?

"What can I do you for this time there sexy" I heard as I came back from the depths of my mind.

"I'll take a bottle of water there guy, don't think I want to get too fucked up on scotch at the moment" I told Jimmy.

"Be right back" he said as he headed down the bar to grab a cold bottle for me.

Then suddenly I felt a protrusion rubbing up against my ass. Granted the bar was picking up, but it wasn't quite that crowded in here yet.

So, being the flirt that I am, or as some accuse me, a tease or slut, I leaned forward on the bar to give a little more access for the gyrations.

Then as Jimmy was coming back with my water, I felt this hand reaching around my chest to get a firm feel of my right nipple. When I turned my head it was the sexy hairy chested guy that groped me on the way to the john.

"Here ya go sexy and by the way, keep this poker chip for later, I know you'll want to cash it in, after the bar closes" Jimmy instructed.

Chuckling somewhat aloud to myself I said "Thanks".

Now, as I was looking closer at the groper, and feeling that hand of his playing ever so teasingly with my tit, and his cock rubbing against my ass, I saw the most alluring blue eyes, when I heard "You're welcome", from both the bar and behind me at the same time.

Now the chuckle was a full blown laugh.

"Hey again Daddy, I'm Ross" the sexy chested one finally said.

"Well, Ross, I'm Karl, and it truly is an intriguing pleasure to feel your presence. Need I ask what you have on your mind" I asked as he kept nosing his cock more firmly and deeper across my ass, and was gently tugging at my nipple.

"Well, Daddy, nice to meet you and I most certainly would like to get to know you better, maybe we could have a drink upstairs" I heard as I again spotted that figure, that just eludes my memory.

Now though, I saw that he was wearing a trooper uniform. Wide flat brimmed gray hat with braiding and silver tips and logo on the front, pale blue tailored fitted starched shirt, with badge on the right chest and name tag on the left chest over the pocket and whistle hanging from the right pocket, finished off with a neatly tied gray necktie.

Sharp creased gray slacks, supported by a wide black belt with a silver buckle, with a black nightstick hanging from the left side and handcuffs neatly stored on the right side rear were below that.

He was wearing dark mirrored glasses and a salt and pepper goatee covered his broad chin.

I swear, something told me I knew him, but from across a dimly lit bar, and between the brim on the hat, and mirrored glasses, I really couldn't get a good enough look, to really know.

Just at that moment he looked over my way and smiled and nodded.

Was it to me, the man grinding against my ass, or one of the other men on my side of the bar?

Then he turned and proceeded up the stairs.

I reached down and retrieved the poker chip that Jimmy had given me, looks like I just may make good use of it after all tonight, and finished the bottle of water.

As I turned around slowly, purposely to keep what had been a hardening member against my body, I noticed that Ross had completely unbuttoned his shirt exposing his beautiful full hairy chest. The dark brown fibers completely covered his broad chest with just enough space around his nipples that some of the hairs curled around his areoles. It would be impossible not to get a mouth full of hair wrapping around your tongue if you laid your mouth on his tits. Just the type of hairy chest that really gets me excited.

We were now facing face to face, and his cock was obviously fully erect as it was still pressed against my body, just now it was swaying ever so gently and slowly from one side of my groin to the other. I lifted my right hand and started running the back of my hand from his stomach to the top of his chest, wondering where the hair line might end. As I reached his shoulder, there was no let up in the amount of hair and had to conclude that it went right over his shoulder and down his shoulder blades.

I slid my hand back down to his left nipple and let a couple of my fingers linger there, and as I did that, Ross rolled his left shoulder just enough to place his nipple gently between my fingers.

I, slowly but firmly, applied pressure to that appendage, that was just slightly larger than a pencil eraser.

As I increased the pressure, this man who was a few inches shorter than myself, looked up into my face with an expression of complete enjoyment and clearly wanted more.

He slightly tilted his head back, as if he wanted me to kiss him, as he reached down and felt my rapidly hardening cock through my jeans.

So, without letting up the pressure, I obliged pulling him closer and embracing his awaiting mouth.

His lips were warm and soft, and as we were standing there kissing, he opened his mouth to receive more.

It may have only been a moment in time, but in that moment, I got totally lost in the kiss and the rest of the bar and world did not exist.

There seemed to be a chemistry going on between us, and it just kept raising the temperature and blood pressure within me.

Now like I said before, I've been coming to this bar for a number of years, and there really aren't many rules here. The general understanding is the main floor bar is not for sexual activity or exhibitionism.

So, with that, I pulled my tongue and head back and said to Ross, "Let's go upstairs and grab a drink".

He replied, "I'd love to, but at the moment, I don't really want to walk across the room. Give me a minute, so I can walk up the stairs."

As I chuckled, I said "I know exactly what you mean there sexy". So we both turned around and faced the bar shoulder to shoulder and had a casual conversation for a few minutes.

While we were standing there, Jimmy the bartender, came over and asked if we wanted another drink, "No, thanks there guy, think we are going to grab one upstairs."

"Hope to catch you later on there Daddy" he said.

"I'm sure we'll be seeing more of each other tonight" I said back to him. With that, Ross and I turned and headed across the room to the stairway and proceeded to climb our way to the second floor.

I know better than to rush up the stairs here, you're going from a dimly lit bar area to an area totally devoid of light, and the eyes need some time to acclimate, otherwise when you get to the top and walk on through the maze, you could easily trip over someone kneeling in front of a glory hole.

Of this, I speak from experience.

As we got to the top of the stairs, we started making our way through the maze, and I felt Ross's hand reaching back to unbutton a button or two on my jeans.

So I stopped, and he backed up and undid my jeans, and knelt before me, as he pulled what was now a flaccid cock out from my jeans. "Oh Daddy", he said as he leaned into my crotch "That is one hell of a cock you got there, and it smells so good."

"Well, go ahead and get a good taste of Daddy's cock there Son" I firmly told him.

With that he eagerly dove down on my cock, right to the balls and I could feel his tongue and throat muscles massaging it and fluffing it up so he could get more of it into his mouth and throat.

Then he pulled off and lowered his head to engulf my balls into his hot wet mouth. I groaned with pleasure, and with every groan, he tugged a little harder on my ball sack with his mouth.

Then, he came up and swallowed my cock again, although this time, it had engorged itself and was considerably thicker and I could hear his chocking and gagging as he tried to get all of it in his mouth and throat.

I reached down and grabbed him by the back of his head and forced my now throbbing cock into his mouth and throat, all the while he was moaning and chocking with absolute pleasure.

When I released his head, there was such and inhale from him that I could feel a cool breeze flowing across the hardened shaft of my cock.

Then I grabbed him by his ears and thrust his head forward again, this time holding it there for an extended period of time, while I heard him gag and choke on my cock again.

I could feel him working his throat muscles to massage my cock.

Again when I released his head and as he pulled back, his inhale brought another cool breeze across my shaft. All the while he never removed my cock from his mouth.

I thrust my hips backward, ejecting my cock from his mouth, and then just as quickly thrust them forward to slide my member back down his throat one last time.

I reached down and got my hands under his armpits and lifted him up, until he was standing again, as I tilted my head down and kissed him long hard and deep.

I could feel the emotions in him, and while in that embrace, I knew he was getting weak in the knees, so I said "Let's get that drink, and we can continue this a little later."

"Whatever you say Daddy" he responded.

So as I was putting my cock back into my jeans he turned and started walking through the rest of the maze.

When I got to the end of the maze, I heard "Ross" in a deep booming voice, "Get over here and kneel down".

I looked around and it was the Trooper from earlier.

And there with head lowered, Ross was walking toward him.

When he got in front of him, he knelt down as instructed, then looked up at the Trooper, who was holding his nightstick in folded arms across his chest.

"Unzip my pants there boy" he ordered, and Ross obediently reached up and unzipped his trousers.

"Go ahead and pull my cock out, you know you want to, there boy" the Trooper barked at Ross.

And as he reached up to do what he was told to do, in the back of my head I said to myself, "Damn, I know that voice".

I started making my way over to the bar, which was behind the two of them. It served two purposes, one, to get a drink and enjoy the show, and two, to finally get a closer look at the Trooper.

When I got close enough to the two of them, I could see that Ross had pulled out his cock and balls. It was a sight to behold, that's for sure. A nice thick cut 8-9 inch piece of meat with nice hairy big balls.

After getting my eyes full there, I looked up to see that the Trooper was looking at me.

At least I think it was at me, couldn't really tell from behind those dark mirrored glasses.

I concentrated on his face as I neared the two of them. Yes he was familiar, but from where and when?

As I was just at the Trooper's side, he unfolded his arms and took the nightstick by the opposite end and swung it around to grab the back of my neck with the handled end and pulled my head toward his face.

Here I was face to face with him and I still didn't know who he was. He kept pulling me closer and closer to him until I could feel his breath on my face and then he pulled me in even closer and gave me a kiss, hot, long, deep and wet.

Shit, this man knows how to kiss, that's for sure.

All the while, Ross just kept kneeling there servicing him.

Actually, I was slightly jealous, hell; I'd love to be sucking on that cock.

Then, just as quickly as he had pulled me over to him, he released the tension on the nightstick and my head pulled away from him.

"Stand up boy" he ordered Ross "Get your clothes off and show these men just how good of a cocksucker you really are".

With that, Ross stood up, and kicked off his boots, dropped and removed his pants and threw his shirt on the floor and lowered his head to await the next order from the Trooper.

At this point, I figured it was best to get to the bar, after all, my mind was halfway distracted by trying to figure out who this man was, and halfway distracted from the combination of Ross and the Trooper.

As I got to the bar, there was a new bartender there that I hadn't seen before and was he ever a hunk.

Standing there before me was a man in his mid to late forties, buzzed head, steel blue eyes, salt and pepper goatee, broad hairy chest with dark brown hair, athletic and built with more than a normal amount of hair on his chest and body. So much so, that where most men have lines of definition from working out, his were darker hairy patterns, and great thick muscular hairy legs, wearing nothing but a black jock strap, that was bulging to the point you could actually see a gap between it and his skin.

"What's your pleasure" he asked.

I chuckled and said "That's an ambiguous question, and could I give you a few answers to that one. But for now give me a Scotch on the rocks."

"Coming right up there stud. And if you play your cards right, probably anything you would want, would be available at some point" he replied as leaning over and filling a glass with ice and pouring in scotch. "That'll be six bucks there stud" he said as he came back.

"Think I got a tab running with Jimmy" I said. "And by the way what's your name there guy" I asked.

"I'm sorry, I'm Tim" he came back and asked "Well, hot stuff, what's your name?"

"Karl here, and a real pleasure to meet you, Tim" I answered and then asked "So when did you start working here guy?"

"Oh, I'm just a guest bartender from the Sawmill in Madison for the night" he replied back.

About that time a couple more guys showed up at the bar and he went over to serve them.

So I turned around to watch the floor show going on with Ross and the Trooper.

There he was, a total fur ball on his knees doing what he so obviously enjoys the most, servicing a hot man with a nice piece on him.

I was still jealous. So I sat there sipping on my drink and enjoying the show.

When, down from the hall, I could hear moans and slaps.

"Definitely think this is going to be a night to remember" runs through my head, as Tim lowers the lights even more up here.

And there is Ross bobbing away on the Trooper, and then lowering his head and tugging on that big nut sack with is hot wet mouth. All the while, the Trooper keeps his hand on Ross's head, guiding and forcing him to do whatever he wants, as Ross is kneeling in front of him, and his own manhood is starting to lay on the floor.

From my vantage point, sitting at the bar, I had the view of Ross and the Trooper in the middle of the floor and behind them the main entrance to the second floor.

Even with the lights as dim as they were, I was able to distinguish anyone else who came into the area now.

It seemed that there were a steady stream of men coming up here now, and generally starting to disrobe as they walked past Ross and the Trooper, heading for the darker corners of the room or heading on back to the sling area.

I noticed Ross stand up and the Trooper put his cock back into his pants and zip up and walk away, as Ross proceeded to get partially dressed, tucking his shirt into the back of his jeans.

Ross started making his way over to me at the bar for that long promised drink.

Not far behind him, I saw Dean had come into the area and was walking over to the bar as well.

Ross quickly grabbed a stool beside me and stated "Well, I see you already got your drink there Daddy."

"Hey Timmy, when you got a moment, I'll take my usual" Ross threw out to the bartender.

"Well that was quite the show there sexy" I said to Ross, with a half smirk on my face.

"Just something I really like to do, and I don't do much of it at home in Madison. But when I'm out of town, the true slut in me tends to come out" he said as he chuckled.

By this time, Dean had made his way to the bar and was on the stool on the other side of me. "Well hey again, there Daddy" Dean quietly said into my left ear.

"Timmy, could you please get this guy a cold beer and a shot as well" came from over my right shoulder.

"So obviously, the two of you know each other" I threw out there for either one to respond to.

"Sure thing there Daddy" immediately came from Dean as he continued, "We have been friends for about 5 years now, and live only a few blocks from each other".

About that time Dean leaned across me and grabbed Ross by the head and gave him a quick kiss and said "Glad you made it tonight stud."

Then Ross told Dean, "Well been here long enough to play with this one some and to have Ron feed me for awhile."

Behind me I heard the bottle and glasses being set on the bar, followed by "There you guys go" being spoken by Tim.

"Wait a minute, here guys, the guy dressed in the Trooper uniform is Ron" I quickly asked.

"Damn right there Daddy, I'm surprised you don't remember him", Dean came back to me.

"Well I'm been racking my brain ever since I saw him tonite, and haven't been able to place where I know him from" I said.

"Shit, man you met him at my house in Madison" Dean quickly added.

"What" I very inquisitively inquired.

"Yeah guy, about six months ago, I had a jockstrap party and you were there with Steve, and Ron was there with a friend of his. The two of you kept checking each other out all evening and neither one of you would make a move, other than to occasionally rub against each other and some polite small talk. Guess the two of you didn't want to offend the guys you were with and get into something a little more provocative" explained Dean as he continued, "sure would have liked to see the two of you in action."

"Well, as I recall that evening, and by the way great party there guy, I was there with Steve, and the guy you say is Ron had a Fu Man Chu mustache, shaved head and a great athletic body that's covered in dark brown hair" I retorted.

"That was Ron, all's the same now except over the months he has grown that goatee" Ross chimed in.

"Well, I'll be damned" I said, as I shook my head, "That explains a lot, and helps really clear up why I thought he looked so damn familiar".

About this time I could feel Ross's hand moving inside my shirt again and going straight for my right nipple.

From my left, as if by cue, I felt Dean's hand reaching over and undoing more of the buttons on my shirt and gently tugging it open further.

Ross leaned in and ever so gently pushed his lips upon my nipple and started swirling his tongue around it, the sensations from his tongue and his breath on my tit, immediately started to get me aroused.

Dean must have sensed what I was feeling at the time, and then he too leaned in on my left tit and mimicked Ross's actions, while placing his hand on my groin area and manipulating his fingers in between the buttons on my jeans.

I started moaning with pleasure and was becoming oblivious to my surroundings.

As these two men continued to play with me, and I could feel my cock stiffening more and more, I happened to notice Steve entering the area.

And then a couple of people back were Hank and Stan.

As I reached around both Dean's and Ross's heads and pulled them into my chest even tighter, signaling to them that I didn't want them to stop and to apply more pressure on my nipples.

As if by instinct, Ross bared his teeth and very gently nibbled and scraped the sides of a rapidly hardening nipple.

Dean was more gentle as his focus of concentration was on popping the buttons of my jeans, as about three of his fingers were now stroking my cock inside my jeans.

At one point, when I opened my eyes, I saw Hank, who was now basically down to a jockstrap, and Stan, who was now only in boots, passing by on their way to the sling room or restroom.

Knowing Stan, it was actually probably on his way to get into the tub and have Hank and anyone else who really desired to, to release on him.

Then suddenly there in front of me was Steve, jeans unbuttoned and shirt stuffed into the back of them.

As I focused, I could see him smiling and chuckling, but truly my area of concentration then was his broad expansive chest and biceps.

Steve leaned in and gave me a quick kiss, and grabbed Dean by the back of his head, pulling him from the left side of my chest.

He pulled Dean's face up to his and gave him a quick kiss and just a suddenly, shoved Dean's face back onto my left tit.

"Just wanted to say hi to you guys" he said, and added "on my way to the party room for awhile, if any of you want join".

Then he was gone from sight as quickly as he appeared.

Dean now had my erect cock fully in his hand and out of my jeans, and as he stroked it from the base of the shaft to the tip of the head, I could feel his mouth on my nipple moving in the same rhythm.

Then he pulled his mouth off my tit, and lowered his head to place his lips on the mushroom head of my cock.

He kept his lips there and started swirling his tongue around my cock head, gently flicking it into my piss slit from time to time.

At one point, both of their tongues were moving in the same direction in unison, just in different places, and that caused such a sensation, that I literally began to shake and moan, as if I were about to have an orgasm.

These two men were totally in a mindset, and as Dean removed his lips from my cock, Ross released his from my tit.

As Ross started to run his tongue through my hairy pelt toward my cock, Dean started at the base of my shaft and was running his up to my other tit.

Then they were in the opposite positions from before, but doing the exact same things to me.

God, did it ever feel good. "I'll give the two of you about two hours to stop that" I said quietly under my breath.

Now with the two of them, firmly focused on what they were doing, and my hands behind their heads guiding them from location to location, I was finally able to focus on the surrounding area of the bar again. And remove some of the mounting tension so that I wouldn't blow my load right then and there.

The crowd had picked up somewhat and I think every available corner and darkened area of the bar had some sort of activity going on.

"Ok guys, give Daddy a break here, let's not rush what can be a fun filled evening" I told the two of them as I gave a nudge to the back of their heads.

Dutifully they raised their heads and I gave each of them a long deep embrace as I tweaked their tits.

"Whatever Daddy says" said Ross.

As I was pulling myself back together and attempting to regain my composure, from across the room entered Ron, still in full uniform, but now he had removed his mirrored glasses.

Now, the face was much more recognizable, or was it just that now I knew where I knew him from?

He looked over toward the bar area where we were sitting and started to make his way over.

Watching him approach, I could imagine how his body looked under that uniform, and how his muscles flexed and contracted as he made his strides across the center of the room. That image was truly mouth watering.

Many times I recalled the evening we had first met, and him in particular, wearing nothing but that black jockstrap, and those sweet bubble butt cheeks. I remembered his deep brown eyes and some very interesting ink on his body, along with that pelt of dark brown hair and defined muscular physique under all that hair.

Yes I had more than noticed him months ago and was not in a position to act on my urges at the time.

Yes I had recalled in vivid detail the events of the evening and the number of times we both brushed upon each other throughout the night.

Yes I remember the number of times that evening when I would look up and see him looking at me. And the number of times he looked up and saw me looking at him.

Yes we both had the same deep seeded desires to be closer to one another.

Yes we both had the same desire to be totally alone and spend hours of long, hot, sweaty man to man action as only two men with a heart full of lust can spend.

Yes with very little contact, I knew that this was a man of like mindedness and that we could be good acquaintances, good fuck buddies, or even close friends.

Rarely, has a man made such an impression on me.

As he neared the bar, I knew that I need a sip of reinforcement, so I turned around and downed and large gulp out of my glass, nearly empting it.

You could now hear the ice cubes clinking against the glass.

As if that were a signal, Tim immediately poured another.

Then from behind, I heard, "Well, Karl, it's really great to see you again there sexy" in what had to be a deep baritone voice.

That alone sent a chill down my spine. But then there was these arms coming from around clenching and squeezing my chest cavity and this quick kiss and nibble on my left ear.

As I slowly turned in my bar stool, he kept his arms around me, in a manner that forced me to raise mine to get completely around.

We were now face to face, this time though without his glasses on and I was staring right into his beaming smile and two deep brown pools.

I slowly stood up and as I did so, brought my arms around him and pulled him in closer to me.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't that stud from Madison. It definitely is good to see you again, albeit there is a touch more hair on your face now. But it definitely looks good on you there guy" I responded, as I gave him what I had expected to be a quick kiss.

But he turned the tables, and it quickly became an extended deep embrace. "WOOF" I said.

"Damn, right" he responded.

Tim now had brought over a vodka and tonic for Ron, and with that Dean quickly stood and offered his stool to Ron.

"You two have some catching up to do, it looks like" he said, as he added "come with me Ross, let's find out where Steve has ended up so far."

With that said it left the two of us together somewhat alone for the first time and we released each other and turned and sat shoulder to shoulder at the bar. Each of us with a hand on the other's thigh, and each with a foot on the foot rail of the other's barstool, so that our legs were rubbing against each other.

"So what blows you into this place after all this time," I asked.

With a broadening smile appearing on his face he responded that he had been in town for the past couple of days for work. "But, I still have one last meeting on Monday morning, so figured I stay in town and get in some play time as well" he replied, and then continued, "So I made a few calls and e-mails and got some of my buddies to come on down for the night to make a party out of it."

"Well it's really great to see you again" I came back at him, while I felt his hand lift from my thigh and slowly slide up my stomach and chest, where he allowed it to rest just inside my unbuttoned and somewhat bloused shirt, lightly touching and teasing my nipple.

"So what do you want" I asked and then added, "as if I didn't really know."

"Well, truthfully, wasn't really sure, until I saw you downstairs" he came back at me. "But I do know that at some point tonight, that I'd like for the two of us to have some time together to discover and explore each other for awhile" he stated in a rather deliberate tone.

"Sounds good to me, but with you having invited a group down, not going to be easy for the two of us to just head out on our own", I retorted.

"Well, we could stay and play with some of them for awhile, and then head back to my room" he suggested.

"Ok there guy, deal, and it's definitely a plan that I'd like to follow through with" I commented.

"So what would you like for breakfast there stud" he jokingly asked.

"A large helping of eggs and sausage never tasted too bad in the morning" I quickly came back. "But, we'll see what we feel like at the time", I said, as I raised and lowered my eyebrows rapidly, and gave him a broad grin.

"Great, then we are on the same page, let's give it an hour or two here and then meet up and head out", he came back and winked.

As now his fingers were applying more and more pressure on my nipple.

I took a few sips of my drink, as I ran the back of my hand around his chest. Under that starched shirt I could feel the toned and muscular body, exactly the way I remembered.

All the while he stared into my eyes smiling and running his tongue over and across his lips, barely protruding the tip, just enough for me to notice, but not overt enough for anyone watching us, would be able to decipher.

I could feel the pressure continuing to build in my bladder and knew that I had to go take a leak in a very short amount of time. So with that in mind I lowered my hand again to his thigh and as I did so, he swiveled around in his stool, so that my hand was actually in his crotch.

I turned my hand around so that I could get a firm feel of what I had seen earlier and rubbed my thumb from the tip of his head to the base of his shaft and back up again several times, all the while he sipped on his drink a little.

"Well sexy, I got to go and take a piss, guess I'll meet you at the downstairs bar in awhile" I said, as I started to withdraw my hand from his groin.

Just as quickly, he started to stand up, keeping my hand firmly planted into his groin area until he was completely standing beside me.

"Sounds good to me there stud, on both parts, think I need to relieve my self as well" he came back.

Then he started to slowly turn and took a couple of steps back from me, when I heard "Well stud, are you going to take a piss or what?"

I immediately turned around in my bar stool and stood. And then I was following him to the restroom up here.

As I came around the corner into the room, I saw Stan, reclined in the tub with his boots resting on the upper rim on either side of the tub.

He was there alone at the moment, but from his appearance had not been alone very long, as he was drenched from his chin to his knees. He was rubbing and massaging the residue all over his body.

I saw Ron position himself on one side of the tub and look down to Stan, as if asking him if he was ready for another wet encounter.

"Well" I thought to myself, and moved over to the opposite side of the tub so that I could benefit from an unblocked view.

Ron unzipped his trousers and pulled his cock out. He rubbed and massaged it just enough to get the juices to start to flow from it.

There it was, that beautiful cock and now it was just starting to flow, as I unbuttoned my jeans and removed my own cock from inside and let it hang there.

The view of Ron now taking his cock into his hand, and guiding it in an arc so that his stream was flowing from Stan's neck to his groin, and Stan catching some of the fluid into his hand and dumping it into his crotch was getting me aroused.

Stan was laying there tugging on both his meat and his nut sack with his hands.

Then my own stream started flowing, and I was purposely moving in the opposite direction of Ron so that Stan would be getting it at both ends simultaneously.

I moved my stream from his left thigh into his groin and started making my way up to his stomach, when our streams crossed at this point. A moan of absolute joy came from him.

Then I continued up to his tit and hollow of his neck. I was completely covering his left side while Ron was covering his right side. We continued to repeat this pattern for what seemed quite some time.

Ron's golden stream was coming out now at full force and you could easily hear the splash of the droplets hitting both Stan and the side of the tub at the same time.

This was just enough that suddenly I was totally going at full force now as well.

As the two of us stood there looking into each other's faces, Stan was beginning to get considerably aroused. We each were taking in the sight of what we were doing.

Stan was rolling his body from side to side as to catch as much of the golden fluids as he possibly could and stroking his cock.

At one point, the force of our streams at full strength when they crossed course at Stan's navel, caused such a splash, that droplets were flying into his partly agape mouth and onto his face and into his hair.

Stan was now fully erect and his cock was throbbing and pulsating to the rhythm of our moving pattern.

Then as we both were starting to wane in our velocity, Stan reached up and grabbed a cock in each hand.

He guided both of our streams toward his mouth as he opened up and allowed us to finish off there with his hands holding our cocks.

The piss was running from within his mouth, across his chin and down his chest, which was completely matted down with sopping wet fur.

He partially opened and closed his mouth several times to have a waterfall gush forth from his mouth and down his body.

Then while holding onto our cocks, he pulled himself closer to lick first Ron's slit and then mine. And as he did that, I let loose with one final spurt into his awaiting mouth.

He just as quickly raised his head and placed my cock into his mouth and milked out the last few drops, slurping and swallowing away, while he continued to milk his own cock.

Then he turned his attention to Ron and did the same thing.

Licking his lips and taking his hands and using them like a squeegee cleaning the remaining residue from his chest and stomach, he proceeded to jack himself off. He moaned a sigh of relief as he shot a huge milky white stream that came from his cock across his drenched chest hair.

Then as we both were putting ourselves into our jeans and trousers, Stan looked up again and motioned to bring the two of us down closer to him.

When we had bent over and were close enough he reached up and grabbed both of us by the back of our necks and brought us down to his awaiting face and gave each of us a long hot very wet kiss.

Then he guided my face into Ron's and we continued the embrace, being able to taste the flavor of our own combined fluids.

"Thanks there guys, I really needed that" I heard Stan say as I was starting to make my way over to the playroom to check out what was happening.

When I turned and exited the restroom and just as quickly turned to my right again to enter the playroom, I could hear Ron's footsteps on the old wooden floor right behind me.

The playroom was really filled up by now and looked as if everyone was involved in something of one scene or another with one or more men.

The aroma of sweat and leather came across my senses, and between that and the visuals of the moment, instantly made my own cock grow and begin to pulsate again.

I have had many a good time in this room and next to the trough downstairs, this was my favorite area of the bar.

As I looked around the room, I noticed Steve, Ross, and Dean were all together, with Dean bent over one of the old barrels. A group had gathered around, observing Dean feasting on Ross's engorged cock, as his chest rested on the barrel top, and was spreading his own furry butt cheeks with his hands, as he was taking Steve's massive piece up his ass.

Across the room was Hank, giving a good spanking to some boy he had shackled up against the wall. The smacking sound of the palm of his hand against the smooth cheeks of his captive's ass could be heard clearly throughout the room.

The Saint Andrew's cross was being put to good use by Bob, who was now blindfolded and bound to the cross members, and had a few weights hanging from his balls by a parachute. Underneath him a hot top with a tight smooth six pack, was not so gently tapping the weights with a maglite, causing the weights to swing from one muscular thigh to the other and illuminating Bob's hairy crevice.

With each sway of the weights you could hear Bob's groans grow with greater intensity.

"He's getting just what he wanted", I chuckled, as my attention was now diverted over to the sling.

The sling had this hot young guy, with just a tuft of chest hair which was dark and curly, in it. A big ol' daddy bear was standing at the foot of it with his jeans dropped and laying around his ankles. The bearish man pulled on the chains to make the sling rock forward and backward as his cock slid in and out of the young stud's ass.

About the time I neared the sling to get a better view of the young stud laying in it, I heard a garbled grunt coming from the daddy who was fucking him and knew that he had just busted his heavy nuts.

The young guy looked up at me and smiled and motioned with his head that he wanted me to finish what his daddy bear had started.

So, I reached around and grabbed his tits and started pulling on them and rubbing my hands over his body as the other stud stuffed his swollen cock back into his jeans and left.

I reached down with my left hand and started to feel around this young stud's asshole, and as I did I could feel him flex and contract his hole to coincide with my own finger movements.

He smiled and flexed his thigh muscles, which, with his feet in stirrups and his body on the sling brought his asshole right up onto my fingers.

I played with and stretched his hole for quite awhile then reached down and unbuttoned my jeans and removed my hard cock and stroked it.

Then he reached down and grabbed hold of my cock and stroked it a few times for me. He winked, smiled and licked his lips, as he nodded his head, motioning me to the foot of the sling.

I reached over and grabbed some lube and poured some onto my hand and made his hole slippery and wet.

First one finger, then another, and finally the third, was comfortably sliding in and out of his lubricated hole. Flexing and stretching his hole with those fingers, it wasn't long before a fourth appendage was making it's way inside of him to form the quartet that so easily massages and relaxes the sphincter.

Swirling my wrist and withdrawing before applying the same movements with the other hand to his eagerly awaiting orifice; I reached down and applied the left over lube onto my shaft by stroking.

After ever so slowly unrolling a condom to cover my full shaft, I was ready to get a feel of this young stud's ass.

Then I reached down and inserted the mushroom head of my cock into his ass hole and just left it there for him to become accustomed to, before inserting it further into him.

About this time I felt a pair of hands reach around my chest and grab hold of my nipples.

When I started to turn my head, I felt my hair brush against the brim of Ron's Trooper hat.

He held onto my nipples as he thrust his hard member against my ass, and nudge my cock into the young stud. Then he backed away slightly to allow my dick to retract partially from his ass, and then thrust forward again.

This went on for several minutes Ron's movements making me fuck the young stud the way he wanted me to.

After which time I reached over and got some more lube and told Ron to undo his zipper and get his cock out.

I continued fucking the young stud while Ron was getting himself prepped to take over in my spot.

When he was ready, I backed out and away to give Ron the clear shot of entering this guy's hot and ever so fuckable ass.

As Ron was entering him and thrusting to and fro, I made my way up to the young stud's side and nibbled on his tits.

The lad was fully hard now and I reached down with still a somewhat lubricated hand and grabbed his fully erect cock in my hand and allowed the movements from Ron to do the work.

It didn't take long; the young stud was writhing in ecstasy, and groaning from the pleasures of being penetrated and getting a hand job at the same time.

Then this exploding moan came from deep within him, as he was visibly arching his back, as if he was having a seizure. Followed by a geyser of cum that at first shot went clearly over his head, and then another that landed on his face, and finally one that was squarely on his chest and stomach.

He just laid there and flexed his thighs to slide on Ron's hard cock deep within him, and continue to ride his cock slowly at first, and growing into a greater velocity of rocking motions.

As Ron kept plunging his cock fully in and withdrawing completely on the out thrust, it became evident on Ron's face that his was ready to let go when he suddenly moaned a muffled, "Shit".

A few moments later he motioned for me to come around again and finish him off.

As I stuck my hardened cock back into him, I could feel him flexing and contracting his hole around my cock and start to get into that swaying motion once again.

Ron was now at the lad's side and had his teeth latched onto his right nipple and his right hand around his scrotum and firmly tugging at his large balls.

As I thrust completely into and out of his hole, his moans were growing in intensity. When suddenly, he clearly sat up and almost screamed, as he shot another load, this time landing on the brim of Ron's hat.

Totally spent now, the young stud stopped making any more flexing moves as he settled down onto my cock for one final ride from tip to the base and up again.

Then I grabbed his hips and pulled him down onto my throbbing cock and held him there as I ever so gently swayed my hips, moving my cock head from one wall to the other inside him.

Then I pushed my cock in as deep as I could bury it and started rapidly fucking him as I could feel the warmth of the rapture of the moment mounting inside myself.

Then all of a sudden, I could feel a flushing come across my whole body and spasms within my abdominal region.

I let loose a massive load and at the same time a groan that drowned out the smacking sounds coming from Hank's hand.

I released his hips and just stood there for a few moments, with my cock still inside of him, to let the feelings begin to subside.

With that, I withdrew, and he laid there a moment or two before getting his feet out of the stirrups and trying to stand up.

When he did, we were face to face, chest to chest when he exclaimed "WOOF! Thanks, daddies!!!! Not often you get to ride two of those in one night".

I wrapped my arms around him and ran my hands across his butt cheeks and up and down his back as I held him.

Ron came around from the other side and embraced him from behind and the three of us stood there for a moment or two basking in the afterglow.

I chuckled and turned to see what the trio of Steve, Ross, and Dean were up to now.

Dean was now standing up. Ross was on his knees in front of him, running his tongue up and down each side of Dean's very rigid shaft. And Steve still had his cock up Dean's ass pumping away.

Dean was moving his hips to catch every possible millimeter of Steve's cock, as Steve had him wrapped up in his muscular arms pulling back on his shoulders and biceps.

When he thrust back, Steve was in deeper and when he thrust forward, Ross's mouth was at the base of his cock.

Well it looked like every one was having a good time, and I knew I wanted to get out of there and finally spend some hot alone time with Ron.

So I tucked myself back into my jeans and turned to walk out of the room.

When I looked over my shoulder, I saw Ron doing the same thing, as he winked and nodded to go ahead.

I made the couple of quick turns and was heading back toward the upstairs bar, where Tim was serving.

Just that Tim was now serving a little more than drinks.

There he was sitting on the bar with his jock strap hanging from his neck and a line of at least three guys waiting to get their mouths around what appeared to be a horse cock rising from between his legs.

"Damn" I thought to myself as I neared the bar.

Tim looked up, smiled and winked, as I gave him a salute and blew him a kiss on my way to the maze and down the stairs.

As I descended the stairs, I finished buttoning up my shirt and had a feeling of excitement growing inside of me. As I imagined my face was breaking into a broad grin much like the Cheshire cat's.

There seemed to be more of a bounce in my step. Sure I had just had a good time here tonight, but this night was not over by any means, and I definitely could feel emotions mounting.

As I was standing at the bar, settling up with Jimmy, I noticed that it was now three thirty in the morning.

I had missed hearing last call in all of the distractions and attractions upstairs.

I had to piss like a race horse again. So after leaving a healthy tip for Jimmy, I headed to the john.

When I emerged from relieving myself, there at the bar was Ron, patiently waiting for my return.

Generally by this time of night I would be calling it a night and would feel totally exhausted. But all I could feel now was a growing feeling sexual energy that so completely motivated me that it felt as if I was walking on air.

As I approached Ron standing at the bar, I reached around and firmly placed my arm around his waist and he did the same.

We turned and proceeded toward the door on our way out. When from behind I heard Jimmy say, "Have a great night there guys."