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The Part-Time Barman
By Kewtieboy (kewtieboy@hotmail.com)

***

A true story of an 18 year old being gently seduced by 
a straight, married guy. (MM, 1st-gay-expr, oral, anal)

***

I was sweet 18 and eager to make some extra cash. I 
worked as a clerical officer in the government and was 
bored – really bored. I was also gay but at a time 
where I didn't know quite what to do with being gay. 
All my teenage sexual partners had passed their 
homosexual phase and gone after women or had simply 
moved on after leaving school. I knew nothing of gay 
bars, gay toilets or quite simply how many gay people 
there were out there. This was, after all the mid-
sixties.

I was offered a part time job in a pub on Thursday, 
Friday and Saturday and, being the classy lad I was, I 
worked in the cocktail bar. Another guy called John, 
did Wednesday, Friday and Saturday and he was married 
and about 23. I always was attracted to guys a little 
younger than me so, though John was an slim attractive 
guy, he wasn't really my sort and anyway he was married 
so obviously that made him straight in my eyes.

I was still getting a bit but it was very haphazard. A 
friend, Martin, with whom I had been having fun around 
once a fortnight since I was 11, had decided it wasn't 
a nice thing to do (except from time to time when he 
was randy but this was becoming less frequent). Another 
school friend arrived with his new girlfriend which was 
a warning shot across my bows that he was now off the 
menu and the only one pursuing me was a plump ex-school 
friend who I hadn't even fancied at school.

You have probably guessed that I was really horny. You 
want to know how horny? On the way home late at night, 
I used to get off the bus two stops early so that I 
could walk across a very dark park in the hope of being 
molested by some stranger. You can never get a 
paedophile when you want one can you?

You want to know how desperate I was, I had a girl 
friend? She was permanently on heat and always wanting 
sex. I don't actually think I ever fucked her. I 
fingered her a bit but by God I hated it. I think 
that's when I realised I was definitely not going the 
same way as my friends.

So back to the bar, I had little interest in John but 
he was good company and he always was so squeaky clean. 
He was slim, about 5 feet 10 inches. The women adored 
him and he was quite softly spoken and very well 
mannered.

Our bar consisted of a public bar on the ground floor 
and a cocktail bar open 4 days a week on the upper 
floor. The people owned a sister bar just round the 
corner which was much rougher and thankfully neither of 
us was asked to work there. 

Once a year, in early June, we all piled into a coach 
on a Sunday (bars didn't open on Sunday) and headed 
into the Scottish Highlands for a day out. Sandwiches 
were packed and crates of beer piled into the coach and 
all the staff plus the regular customers (i.e. near 
alcoholics) were invited along too. It wasn't my scene 
but John said he was going without his wife and I could 
keep him company. I agreed.

He arrived wearing a kilt, very casually worn with a t-
shirt on the top and climbing boots on his feet. A 
number of people had said they would be wearing a kilt 
as our day out was to some Highland Games. I didn't own 
one (at least not one that would fit me any more since 
I had owned it since I was 4). John looked very smart 
and I said so.

We chatted all the way there and had a bottle or two of 
beer. When we arrived we wandered around the Highland 
Games watching the fun, listening to the pipe bands and 
trying a few stalls. John then suggested that since the 
bus was not leaving for a good few hours, we grab some 
beer and sandwiches and head into the hills. It was a 
beautiful day and the idea seemed great. 

We headed across the hills and before long were in 
glorious isolation with the games barely visible in the 
valley. We set ourselves up on the edge of a small wood 
with a couple of small beach towels we had with us 
(just in case we had a chance to paddle in a nearby 
river) and settled to drink more beer and eat our 
sandwiches. John chatted about life and I got the 
feeling that he and his wife were not getting on well. 
He said it was because of him working at the bar but I 
wasn't so sure.

He sat opposite me, sitting upright with one leg folded 
under the other and I was suddenly aware that I could 
see his brilliant white underwear. They were Jockey-
style briefs and as he talked and moved his legs I 
could even see the bulge where his cock and balls lay. 
This image was one of the most erotic I had encountered 
(and I still have a fetish about seeing up kilts to 
this day). Of course, any true Scotsman would have been 
in a position to show more as we are not meant to wear 
anything under the kilt but at that moment I couldn't 
care less!

Suddenly he stood up and I thought my clandestine 
glances had been noticed, but he suddenly suggested we 
sunbathe. He pulled his polo shirt top off to reveal a 
hairless chest and then unbuckled his kilt to stand in 
his white Jockeys. My cock was already hard from the 
earlier views and this was doing nothing to help the 
situation. I slowly pulled my short sleeved shirt over 
my head and started to unbuckle my cotton trousers and 
with some careful manipulation, managed to stand with 
my back to him as I revealed my Marks and Spencer's 
dark blue briefs. We lay down alongside each other and 
continued to talk as we stared at the azure blue sky.

He asked me about my "girlfriend" and how close we 
were. At all times he didn't actually talk about sex 
using questions like "how close" and "do you get on 
well" and "do you have much time alone together?"

I noticed his right thumb was gently rubbing the edge 
of his briefs just above his balls. It was very subtle 
and had the effect of making the profile of his cock 
stick up slightly. Mine, had a mind of its own and with 
no help at all was starting to tent towards the sky. I 
raised my right leg to protect it from view and when I 
glanced again, his cock was standing up quite rigidly. 
I was confused. 

"Lying almost naked always gets me horny," he said.

"Me too," I responded almost automatically.

"If I lie here any longer I'll have to relieve myself," 
he said.

I mumbled sometime akin to a "yes."

"You can too," he continued.

With that he stood up with his cock sticking obscenely 
out from behind the cotton of his briefs and promptly 
dropped them. His cock sprang into view. It was a slim 
member, foreskin covering the tip and about 5.5 inches 
long. His hair was almost jet black and his balls just 
peeped out from the hair. Strangely his chest was not 
hairy at all but his legs were.

"Come on," he encouraged.

I stood up and dropped my briefs letting my slightly 
thicker 7 inches, uncut, come into view. 

"Wow that's a beauty," he said, "do you mind?"

He leant forward and took my cock in his hand and 
started to stroke it. I responded by getting even 
harder. He dropped to his knees and swallowed it almost 
to the hilt, gagging as he went. He licked my balls as 
he stroked his cock. He then stood up and pushed my 
shoulders down to encourage me to swallow him. I was 
able to take it all easily and even managed one of his 
small balls in my mouth. He moaned in ecstasy. 

"This is the first time I've touched or been touched by 
a guy," he said, "But I was so randy I had to get 
something."

He stood up and held out cocks together rubbing them 
with his hand wrapped round both. He then went behind 
me and rubbed his cock against my arse. I hadn't had a 
lot of sex but only one cock had been there and it was 
7 inches and painful. I had decided that perhaps I 
should stay as a top. While these thoughts were going 
through my head, his small cock slipped inside me and 
he started to fuck as he gripped my cock. I was 
surprised how painless it was. In these pre-aids days, 
a virgin was a safe fuck.

He gripped my hips and bit my neck as his small cock 
erupted inside me and I felt the force of the warm cum 
fill me. I shot instantaneously with copious jets of 
creamy cum arcing out from my cock. He pulled out with 
cum still pumping softly from the end of his, 
thankfully clean, cock and said how great that had 
been. The whole session had taken ten minutes.

We dressed and walked back down to the games. He hardly 
mentioned our intimacy at all on the way down.

Surprisingly the subject was never brought up again and 
when his wife fell pregnant, he left for a better job 
without my ever getting a chance to take it further. 
Sometimes the short, unexpected events are the most 
erotic and the ones which stay emblazoned on your mind 
over the years and this was one of them.


kewtieboy@hotmail.com

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