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It was his favourite bar. In fact, as far as he was concerned it was the best and only bar worth being at in the city. They housed a variety of beers and could make a large enough number of mixed drinks to please the night crowd. Not always busy, some nights live music was there, but also events were hosted, or themed evenings. As this one was turning out to be. Miles got his mark at the door and entered to see the other patrons wearing a variety of garments, not things he would count as proper, or even decent. Girls wearing what appeared to be either pillow cases or garbage bags, guys wearing what he could only assume were towels, like they just got out of the shower, but in public. He was sure they had at least appropriate undergarments on lest things rip or fall away, but wasn't up to holding his breath. Miles just wanted to have some drinks, maybe dance. Blow off steam from the week of work. Wasn't that he hated his job, he just wanted away from the suits and the rules. Getting up to the bar, the bartender gave him a quick look over before commenting just how overdressed he was. Tshirt, blazer, jeans, and sneakers, he was the fanciest person around. Well, except the bartenders. They blessedly still wore their usual button up black shirt and pants ensemble.

"Picked the perfect night to dress casual for Everything Goes but Clothes night. Not casual enough my friend. But don't worry, we won't kick you out. Or judge you too hard" she said with a wink, handing Miles his beer. He tipped an invisible hat in salute before moving to a wall near the dance floor. The music was already pumping and people were already grinding away with one another. Miles wondered if he'd be able to find a cute girl to partner up with but his scans showed that all seemed to be taken. Presumably having come in with guys or meeting them on the floor before he arrived. As he drank his beer Miles felt the prickles on his neck of someone watching him. Scanning the crowd he didn't notice any eyes watching him so he shrugged it off to still feeling tense because of work. It had been a far more intense week than others in the past. Needy clients, irritable boss and bosses boss. Miles slowly migrated onto the dancefloor, careful of his beer to not bump into anyone. Didn't want to spill a drop.

As he danced Miles could feel the tension easing out of his muscles, helped along by the beer and music. The feeling of being watched didn't dissipate though in all that time. If nothing else it became stronger as time progressed. After having finished his second beer and taking off his blazer Miles was really starting to get into the music when a pair of hands gripped his hips and a body pressed up against his back. He knew right away it was a guy from the feel of his body. The stranger didn't let Miles stop, using his hands and hips to keep their bodies rocking and grinding together. "Dude what're you doing?"

"Dancing with you, what does it look like" said the stranger. He kept their bodies in sync, making the occasional thrust with his hips against Miles' ass. "Wanted to since I saw you come in. But man you're overdressed. Lets get these jeans off you so everyone can see your great ass." The comment made Miles blush, which he blamed on the beer. The strangers hands moved around his waist and undid the button of his jeans and lowered the zipper slowly.

"Come on man, don't" Miles said before the stranger dropped his jeans to his ankles, prompting him to step out of them lest he trip, leaving him in only his tshirt and boxer briefs. "I'm not in the business of getting naked in public. And more to the point I'm not gay." The stranger smirked, pressing his hips back against Miles, feeling more of his body without the jeans interfering. Miles gasped as he felt what he realized was the strangers cock on his ass. And he was huge.

"Not gay eh? Well maybe that's true. But you have been dancing with a guy for a while now, and didn't even resist my dropping your pants. Not to mention you're hard too. Look around though, nobody cares. Labels don't matter, just enjoy it." The stranger got back to grinding with the music, though he was humping Miles with much more regularity. Miles decided to do just as suggested. He didn't want to think about what it meant or might mean that he was hard dancing with a guy. In that moment he was enjoying himself so together they danced. At some point the guy had lowered Miles' briefs enough to expose his ass and lowered his own speedo till his cock sprang free against Miles. What followed was less dancing and increasingly more like sex, the stranger humping his cock between Miles' ass cheeks. And still nobody around them noticed, too caught up in their own sexual liquor dance.

"This is hot, wouldn't you say?" the stranger asked. Miles nodded his head without thinking, biting his lip. "Can press against your tight ass, right up against here with my cock? Thick cock head against your hole." Leaning in he whispered, "You want me to fuck you right here, don't you?" The yes that followed was so quiet the noise of the bar all but swallowed it up. Only two heard it, the two whom it concerned. Smirking, the guy rubbed his cock against Miles' ass, lubing him up. Then slowly, agonizingly so, the stranger applied pressure until the head popped into Miles, eliciting a gasp. Inch after thick inch sunk into him until the stranger bottomed out, grinding his hips. Miles tried to think about his situation but his brain proved unable to function. With the alcohol in his system, throbbing cock between his legs, and throbbing meat in his ass, rational thought was beyond his capacity. The stranger fucked him with long, slow thrusts, taking his time and enjoying the sensations. Taking his time he wanted it to last but could feel his balls tightening, ready to blow. The stranger leaned in and whispered in Miles' ear "I'm gonna breed you, fill you up full. Ready? Yea here we go." Grunting, the stranger shot his load inside Miles, the other wanting desperately to have his own. For some reason his body resisted while craving it all the same. The stranger eventually popped his cock from his ass and covered their exposed regions.

Pressing their hips back together the stranger leaned in and whispered "want to get out of here and grab a coffee? We'll walk and talk in the moonlight. C'mon." Without waiting for a reply the stranger grabbed a still dazed Miles by the hand, fetched his jeans and blazer and left the bar together. Blinking at the full moon rising over the clouds the stranger gave a toothy smile to the sky.