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“Alright, that’s it! Remember to have fun, enjoy the show, and don’t get too invested in the guests! You aren’t going to... ummm... see them again, after tonight,” my new boss declared, making me a little suspicious. What, weren’t some of these guys regulars? How else did this place get any publicity?

After months of applying for my smart serve and never quite passing the bar, as it was, I was delighted when my efforts finally allowed me a job outside the county where such credentials weren’t needed. It was a temporary job, to work as a bartender at a resort called ‘Pleasure Island’. The name was a little on the nose, but it seemed fine once I’d looked into it. An all-inclusive weekend for the wealthy. The kind of trip I could never afford, given my meager savings. But it was out of US jurisdiction, and the usual laws didn’t apply. Booze, weed, and maybe a few harder things were all a go at the resort. It thus caught the attention of a lot of rich guys, most on the underside of thirty, it seemed. No one was underage of course; that was a very specific requirement, and I was thankful for it. Also, it was supposed to be only men allowed, which was odd but not one that seemed to deter the forty or so odd men on the boat with me. Likely they either wanted to get away from their wives and girlfriends or were more inclined toward the same sex. Either way, it would certainly be a sausage fest!

Though I was not told much in the way of specific details, something about the interview made me a little apprehensive. I was sworn to secrecy about anything that happened at the resort lest I be privy to serious legal repercussions. Part of me was worried that I was being inducted into some sort of trafficking ring, but I eventually decided that it wouldn’t be all limited to guys if that were the case, right? So, I agreed to the terms, thinking it to have to do with drugs or some other such legality that I wouldn’t be able to discuss to get the job. And, in the end, I really needed the work. College dropout that I was bartending seemed like the only decent-paying job within my skill set. And failing that... I was happy that I’d gotten the job, let’s just say.

The resort itself was rather impressive, I had to admit. Cabins around the waterfront, a bar and restaurant in the center, and some more... private areas where I was sure people could indulge in more criminal activities. I didn’t want to ask, figuring the less I knew, the better. To each their own, of course.

Still, there was one thing about the whole affair that had me a little confused. I figured I wouldn’t be able to drink on the job, that was standard practice. But I was told in no uncertain terms that I was not to drink anything over the weekend. Hardly the only bartender to be employed here, I figured I would be allowed to at least indulge in something during my off-hours. My boss didn’t say no. Not outright, at least. Just said it was in my best interest to abstain if I knew what was good for me. I figured it was strange but was sure it wouldn’t be too big a deal so long as I didn’t go all out like the other guys would. A little drink here or there couldn’t hurt, right? I needed some in order to be able to rub elbows with those rich fucks, right?

Though I’d failed the tests for my liquor license on the mainland, my skills in pouring and mixing were top-notch. Though, admittedly, I may have been a little biased. So what if I couldn’t take tests for shit? I was good at what I did and every bit as capable as anyone who had passed their tests. Besides, my skills spoke for themselves. I was eager to put them to the test as I started my shift!

To my relief, the booze came included with the patron’s packages, so I didn’t need to check IDs or keep track of any payment. It was just about pouring drinks and making sure to follow the guidelines to the letter. I had to say the drinks were a little more than generous with the amount of alcohol provided. In no time at all, the first couple of drinks turned a party of well-dressed, well-to-do men into loud shouters on various talking points, boisterous laughter, and even a couple of guys dancing. It was an impressive start to a party, I had to say.

“Hey, man! Mix me around one of those amazing rum and cokes! Wait, make it a double! Wait, no! Nope! Bad idea! On second thought, yes! Yes, another drink!” one guy sauntered over and declared, handing me his empty as I took it behind the bar to wash.

“Sure thing, bud!” I said a genuine grin on my face as I did so. It was really nice to see how much fun the guys were having. Made me wish I could join them, but something like this was only for the rich. I was only here for work, to serve guys who were better off than me. Ah, well. Such was life.

“I’m Eric, by the way,” the man said, holding out his hand for me to shake. I smiled a little broader as I reached out to take it. “Jules,” I said by way of greeting.

“You want to join me? Looks lonely over here,” Eric commented, taking a sweeping look at the bar.

I followed his gaze, immediately thinking that it was indeed. Everyone around seemed to have their drinks already, playing pool or chatting or lounging around outside on the deck near one of the outdoor pools. There wasn’t anyone in need of a refill, at least at the moment. I had nothing better to do, no reason to say no. Except...

“Wish I could, dude. I don’t want to get fired or anything. First time on the job and all, and it seems like a great work environment,” I replied, not wanting to get tempted. I mean, it was a pretty chill environment here. But my bosses were pretty adamant against me partaking in any beverages. Not a good idea to tempt fate.

“Oh yeah?” Eric inquired, and I was prompted to give him a little rundown of my journey. Failed college, failed smart serve. Failed any chance of getting anything above minimum wage. I would have lamented that further, but I didn’t want to give the dude a bad impression. Besides, his nods of attention seemed to give me the hint that he was interested, sob story aside.

“Yeah, those tests can be pretty bullshit, I know. Glad I never had to pass ‘em either!” Eric replied, taking a big swig of his drink.

“Yeah, can’t take a test to save my life!” I said, with a little bit of a laugh. I didn’t want this obviously more successful guy to judge me, but it was what it was. He was going to regardless, of course.

“Dude, I like you! You’re not like the rest of the staff around here, they’re all stiffs! You’re down to earth, more, real? You know what I mean! That deserves a drink, even if it’s just a little one! I’ll buy!” Eric declared, reaching for his wallet. Though, I didn’t think I needed any money. And, besides, it would just be one drink, right? Lightly mixed, I was sure it wouldn’t hurt.

“Alright, you’ve convinced me!” I declared, pouring the booze a little less liberally than I had with the rest of the guests. I didn’t want to make a silly mistake and get caught for being buzzed myself, after all.

“So, what brings you here?” I asked, taking a sip of my beverage, enjoying how perfectly I mixed it. I really had a talent for the bar work, written tests be damned!

“The fake answer? Just heard this was the place to party and could use a weekend to relax,” he replied, taking a liberal swing of his own beverage. “The real answer? Well, I’ve already said too much. You better keep those drinks coming if you want to know that, bud!” Eric said with a laugh, downing the rest and handing me the empty glass. I figured he wanted to tell me soon enough, and I poured him another of the same, taking a swig of mine and coughing for a few moments. Fuck, I had made that a little stronger than I intended!

“Doing OK there, bud?” Eric asked me, and I simply grinned, downing the rest of the drink as a show that I was alright. But, truth be told, I could feel the booze hitting me right away, as though I had made it a double or a triple. Damn, if the lightly mixed version of the drink hit me that hard, how was it that any of the other guests maintained a modicum of sobriety with what they had drunk so far?!

“Yeah, perfect!” I said, reflexively pouring myself another one. I didn’t realize that I shouldn’t have until it was in front of me, and I simply picked it up and tipped it in Eric’s direction before I took a big swig, Eric following suit as he downed his new drink in one go.

Buzz hitting me harder, I looked back at Eric, grin on my face at the fun I was allowing myself to have. Yet, as I did so, I found myself doing a double-take. He was... damn. I wasn’t into guys and never had been. I could appreciate a good-looking guy, sure. But... damn. That scruff of a beard, those piercing blue eyes, and his perfect white teeth almost made me melt. It took me a few seconds to realize that I was indeed staring overtly. By that point, Eric had a confused expression on his face, though it quickly turned into a giggle as he realized what I was doing.

“Like what you see, buddy? I know there aren’t any ladies here, but I’m not quite looking to let off any steam with the gentlemen folk if you know what I mean,” he said as a polite way of turning me down. “But, I have it under good authority that some of the other guys are down for some ‘fun’ after, maybe when you get off shift,” he said like it was the most casual thing in the world.

“Oh, no, no, me neither. Just... damn, these drinks are strong! Kinda spaced out there,” I said, hoping that he would believe me. Eric didn’t seem offended, at least, just passed me the glass as I went to pour him another. I couldn’t help but chastise myself regardless. Damn, I really had been staring! It must have been too long without getting any, I reasoned.

Still, an awkward sensation in my pants made me question that as I realized my cock was getting more than a little erect. Fuck, why had looking a guy in the eye made me hard? I didn’t ever get that way around women, so why should a man do that to me? Trying to be nonchalant, I positioned myself behind the bar in such a way that he wouldn’t notice anything was amiss. But I was sure that the expression on my face gave away my shame.

I wanted to try and convince him that I had other clients, even though the bar was empty. But, as I did so, something caught my gaze that surprised me. Everything about Eric’s features had seemed normal when I’d taken the first glance. But the second time I looked, I noticed something... off, something that I couldn’t quite place. It took a careful glance out of the corner of my eye, but I could swear that something was moving that shouldn’t have been. Was it his... ears? Were they twitching?

I had to say something lest Eric got the wrong idea. “Hey, cool trick with your ears. Could you always do that?” I asked, really focused on the ears now. They were pointed, about an inch longer than I felt they should be. And they were clearly twitching, flexing back and forth without any obvious intention. There was something strange about the sight, though it was hard to put my finger on it. Damn, two drinks in, and I really was buzzed!

Expecting him to be eager to show off his elf ears, I was a little baffled by the look of confusion on his face. Eric reached up, running his fingers over the growths like he was expecting them to be a lot shorter. I watched, perplexed by his expression, though I thought it rude to ask. He must have been too drunk as well, I figured. Either he had forgotten his ears were that big, or...

Giving a little laugh, I turned around to get back to cleaning some glasses when my butt accidentally rubbed against something sticking out behind me. I yelped, and something in the back of my pants twitched as though it had been triggered by the interaction. I went to reach back, not realizing that I had something protruding out the back of me, moving in irritation from the contact. I stopped just shy of it, confused for a moment. It felt like I’d hit my tailbone, but... this thing was an inch out the back of me, twitching in my shorts. What the hell...?

I didn’t have time to think about it as some of the guys finally came back for refills. I tried to keep the expression of concern off my face and smiled as they laughed, downing their drinks in a couple of gulps, and asking for more. It seemed as though the buzz was wearing off for some, and they were eager to get it going again. That notion made me smile just slightly. After all, I was the one in charge of enabling their fun, and it was something that I took pride in to make sure they were having a good time, though not letting them get too drunk!

Looking around the room, I tried to take in my clientele, as I usually did, in an effort to eventually make some small talk and earn some extra tips. The guys had been pretty generous thus far, I had to admit. They were all rich fucks, given the likely price of this all-inclusive trip. They could afford to tip! Yet, as I looked around, I started to notice something odd about the gathered guys. More than one guy had longer ears than I would have expected, ones that were twitching this way and that. Some seemed an inch or two long, same as Eric’s had been. Though some dudes seemed a little perplexed that their ears were twitching of their own accord, most seemed largely unaware, more focused on their own conversations than any alterations to their anatomy.

For my part, I was starting to find the whole thing a little off. However, given the widespread impact of what I was witnessing, I figured there were only two possibilities. One, all of the guys just happened to have elf ears, and it was a coincidence that they all showed up to this party able to twitch them. Or, two, those drinks were stronger than I thought, and I was pretty buzzed. Given how dizzy I already felt, I decided to assume the latter.

Yet one thing I could not deny was how... hot it looked to see each of the guys with pointed ears. Fuck, I was sure I shouldn’t be so thirsty, but it was hard to deny that the sight of well-built, white shirt and short-clad men drinking and chatting and slapping each other on the shoulders and ass was doing it for me. It was all I could do not to show my bulge by staying as close to the counter as possible. How were any of the other dudes handling things? The whole damn atmosphere was horny!

Wait a minute. How were they handling it? Sneaking a glance down at their groins, I was both shocked and elated to see that I wasn’t the only one sporting wood. A few of the guys closest to me were showing obvious bulges, their source as clear as the one that was tenting my own pants. But the level of embarrassment I expected was... largely absent. A few guys, sure, were blushing and trying to turn away. But most dudes? Hell, some of them were even grabbing each other’s bulges, teasing each other! I knew some of the guys were probably gay, at least bi. But this was like... 80% of the dudes in the room acting kinda gay. And the rest were sitting by themselves, looking awkward and adjusting their shorts from the sights. Hell, in the state I was in, I couldn’t blame them!

Much to my surprise, it was not only bulges at the front of pants that had them interested, it seemed. Most of the gathered men had something sticking out of their backends, even thicker than their cocks by the looks of things. They were only an inch or two long, but, like their ears, were wriggling in excitement. Some guys were even grabbing each other’s growths as though making some kind of game out of it. What in the world could they be? I had no idea, though seeing them made my own bulge twitch. I clearly had the same growth from my backside, though it was hard to think about such things at the time, boned as I was.

Lost in thoughts of bulges and horny dudes, I hardly noticed when one of the guests came up to me, requesting a refill on his martini. “Hey dude, can I hAAAAWWWve another one?” he asked, voice coming out in a bit of a droning tone. I had to stifle a laugh, not wanting to make fun of one’s accent but still shocked by the sound. Did that guy just bray?

Yet, the sound of his voice, raw and bestial as it was, sent a shiver through my body that made me need to pause before I could get him that drink. I had to hide my boner, which was now leaking into my pants and causing me to cross my legs. But the more I thought of it, the more the sound of his voice really did it for me. Did I just get hard to a dude braying? If so, fuck it! It was really fucking hot, no matter how much I wanted to deny it!

“Hey dude, how’s it hanging? You enjoying the show?” a familiar voice said as I looked over to see Eric with an empty glass.

I tried to avert his gaze, pouring him another rum and coke before getting another earful about my sexuality. I was still coming to terms with my own shit and didn’t want to get another’s opinion. Still, I couldn’t help but catch a glance at his ears again. They were definitely longer, even from the last time I’d looked. Hell, his weren’t even the longest in the joint, not by a long shot. But they, like everyone else’s, were a far cry from being human, and their flexibility was beyond anything I’d seen. To top it off, they were coated with a fine layer of gray hairs, different from the brown that sat atop his head.

“Dude, you really are checking me out? You interested?” Eric asked, bringing me out of my stupor. I couldn’t deny that his ears looked sexy as hell. Fuck, maybe I was interested. I couldn’t be, but he, along with everyone else in the joint, seemed to be. And we were all consenting adults...

Yet, there was something else in his expression that made me do a double-take. It took me a moment to process, especially since his mouth was half-closed in a grin, like he waiting for me to respond. But his pearly white perfect teeth seemed... thicker? Yellowed? I needed to ask him something to be sure. Or, at least, respond to his question.

“What if I am?” I replied, looking at him with a quizzical expression. Part of me wanted to know if what I saw was accurate. But another part... well, I hated to admit it, but he was right. I did find it hot, and I needed more!

“That’s HAAAWWWWWWT!” Eric said with an equine bray that exposed his buck teeth in all their glory. They were indeed now massive and yellowed, almost pushing the rest of his teeth aside. And his face seemed a little... bloated? Was that right? More room for the thicker teeth, my buzzed mind reasoned.

My cock was rock solid in my pants the whole time, of course, though I was in no position to tend to it. As enamored as I’d been by all the guys and their odd additions, I was clearly in need. More so than I was prepared to admit, as I was about to discover.

The moment that my erection tapped the back of the bar was the moment that a shooting wave of pleasure erupted through my loins, making me nearly fall backward. The slightest contact was enough to send me into orgasm, having apparently been just on the brink of cumming the whole time. It took everything I had to keep the expressions of release off my face, lest I gave away what had happened. Worse, it seemed like my orgasm just wouldn’t stop, pumping more cum into my pants than a simple jerk-off session could account for. Damn, I was either that pent up or that turned on by the sight of guys!

Eric gave me a quizzical look, and I tried not to return it directly, lest it gave away what had happened. He didn’t seem to notice, or, at least, didn’t comment. It was a good thing that the bar was high enough to cover the stain in my pants. It had to have soaked through by now, I reasoned. I could feel the fluid cooling over my pants and underwear, my cock sticky with my own fluids.

Still, I didn’t have much time to reflect on things with Eric posing his next question, still fixated on the first part of the conversation. “Well, WHAAAWWWT about it?” Eric asked, as though in challenge.

“About WHHAAAWWWT?” I responded, barely noticing the strange inflections coming out of my own lips.

“About you thinking I’m HAWWWWT?!” Eric said, as though a little impatient. I got the impression that the guy didn’t often take no for an answer, one of those subtleties that I’d gleaned from my tenure as a bartender.

“I THAAWWWT that you didn’t like guys?” I said, feeling defensive. It was one thing for me to be obviously questioning whether my body was acting of its own accord or not. But to be turned away so rudely, it certainly burst the air out of my tire, so to speak.

“I THAAAAWWWWWT so too, but, when in Rome, right?” Eric replied, giving me another look at his buck teeth. I had to admit, with the ears and the bulge at the back of his pants, I was more than just into it. I wanted to do things with this man right here, right now!

Still, I couldn’t get over the obvious embarrassment of what I’d done in my pants. My cock was a little sticky against the fluids on my crotch, and my boner wouldn’t go down no matter how much I willed, making me uncomfortable. Anyone that saw the stain would think I either pissed myself or worse! I was just thankful Eric wasn’t close enough to smell it.

Wait, was he close enough? I could see him sniffing the air, a glazed-over look on his expression as he did so. I wished I could get away to wash up, though that was impossible without someone seeing my shame. And it seemed it might have been too late if Eric was smelling what I thought he was smelling. The acrid scent of semen wasn’t lost to me, either, so I had to assume that was what he was sniffing. His honking nose was certainly up for the task, it seemed like! The whole thing appeared twice the size it should have been, the skin raw red as though it had stretched recently. Surely, it wasn’t the nose that he’d come here with!

Still, I couldn’t really find the care to bother about how he was smelling me when it was clear he was into it. He didn’t need to say anything, not with how close his nose was getting to the table. I wanted to try and pull back, embarrassed as I was. But there was something about his expression that kept me from moving. He was clearly interested, sniffing the air with an eagerness rather than any disgust. The odor was clearly doing it for him, whether he knew he was smelling cum or not!

It was more than his expression that had me convinced of his interest. I only had to look down for a moment to see the obvious stain on his own crotch, his cock evidently at full attention. The sight of his erection made my own cock twitch as it tented my pants against the cool fluids of my ejaculation. I couldn’t believe how horny the sight was making me. Part of me could, I supposed, if I forgot any feelings I’d had before today about men or my sexuality in general. But damn, at the moment, it was so hard to really think.

It was at that moment the growth above my ass started to twitch again, and I reflexively reached back to grab it. This time, I dug my fingers into the waistband of my pants until they wrapped around an appendage that shouldn’t have been present. It stuck two inches out of my backside, thick, ropey, and warm as the rest of my flesh. There was no mistaking it for anything other than a part of myself. Worse, the damn thing moved as soon as I touched it, as though trying to escape the uncomfortable contact. What the hell was it? I had no idea, save for that its presence scared the fuck out of me!

“Oh, you hAAAWWWWVE one too!” Eric said, turning around and showing me the bulge in the back of his own pants. I nearly jumped out of my pants when I saw the damn thing. Seeing it sticking out of his backside, the two inches of twitching flesh looked exactly like what I might expect would be a tail!

How?! How the hell did he, or, me, for that matter, have a tail?! There was no way a mere buzz could convince me this was real. But, there was no denying the sight of the twitching thing in front of me, or the irritation in my own backside. We had goddamn tails sticking out above our asses! Just like some sort of...

“WHHAAAWWWWTS got your tail in a twist?” Eric asked me, as though having a tail was the most normal thing in the world. I went to respond, but then my eyes caught sight of the various other guys standing around us. Not one of them was without a similar bugle in the back of their pants. Hell, a bunch of the guys had theirs out, playing with them like they would with their dicks. And it certainly had the same effect if the stains on the fronts of their pants were any indication!

It was more than just that commonality I was seeing around the gathered guys. Teeth were bucked and yellowed, ears were long and pointed, and everyone was braying out every few words like a jackass. I realized I had never actually heard a donkey bray or anything of the sort in person. But it was the first thing that came to mind whenever I actually heard it. With the tails, the teeth, and the ears, every guy here kinda looked a little bit like a jackass, actually!

Through the absolute impossibility of seeing something like that in real life, I still managed to find myself staring more in reverence than concern. The sight of men with donkey ears, tails, and teeth... fuck, I was tenting in my pants more than I had recalled ever feeling. And, best of all, was whenever one of the guys brayed. Fuck, that was hot. I couldn’t imagine being more boned than right now, listening to guys bray!

Even if I wasn’t into the bestial appendages and sounds coming out of the guys, I certainly was into the show they were putting on. The gathered men were acting more than a little perverted for being out in public. There was still some crotch-grabbing, of course, that seemed to be a free-for-all all with hands that weren’t currently holding drinks. But it was far lewder a scene than that. Some of the guys were dancing with each other to some mix of pop and techno that I couldn’t quite recognize. But that wasn’t important. What was important was that some of the guys were grinding on each other, asses teasing cocks or cocks frotted against each other still clad in white shorts. The sight was enough to make me nearly cum again right there! I certainly felt better about having messed myself up, given the scent of cum in the air from some of the guys that had clearly already finished themselves.

A sudden twitch from my ears made me reach up, surprised at the warm expanse of flesh that met my touch. I would have been shocked to feel that my ears were in such a state had I not seen every other guy in the room with a similar set. Mine seemed to match the show, twitching back and forth as I rubbed them, curious to explore my new anatomy. They came adorned with a soft coating of fur, rather pleasant to the touch. Not that I minded, all par for the course, it seemed!

Something else caught my attention as I rubbed the area around my ears. The texture of my hair was a little... off. Though I’d showered and washed my hair before my shift, my hair didn’t feel smooth or fluffy like I expected it should. Rather, the hairs were shorter just above my ears, as though freshly shaved. Running my fingers through my hair, I was a little surprised to feel that it seemed to be thicker in the center like it had been left untouched while a barber removed the rest. It gave me the mental image of... a mohawk? Damn, I wished I had a mirror to be sure!

As it turned out, I really didn’t need one. Looking around at the gathered guys, it was clear to me they sported similar cuts to my own, thick patches of hair running down the backs of their necks and even under their shirts in some places. They were clearly mohawks, the rest of their scalps seemingly short-cut or shaved. Some of them had spurted from previous short-cropped hair, making them all look like some sort of ‘80s punks. Still, despite having come from nowhere, I couldn’t deny how damn sexy it made them all seem!

In fact, I was getting more than a little aroused by the sight of them, given the tent in my pants. So were most of the other guys, moving in to rub their hair and lengthening ears, the mohawks giving them plenty of space to stretch up the sides of their heads. Most sets of ears were at least three inches now, more fit for a barn animal than a group of human men. But, I couldn’t deny how much their shape was doing for me. Damn, I wanted to get in on that action, but I was stuck behind the bar...

It seemed that I wouldn’t be there alone for much longer. The thump of something hitting the ground behind me made me turn around to see that Eric had leaped over the bar, standing there with his tail waving back and forth out of his pants. It was covered with a thin layer of gray fur to match the hair he carried on his ears, which themselves were twitching. He, too, sported a rather fetching mohawk, bristling all the way down his back and under his shirt. His grin was a little wide, nose red and flared, sniffing the scents of booze and likely cum from my pants.

I blushed furiously at that, unable to hide my shame or my boner. Even given the state of his own cock, not to mention nearly everyone else’s, I still felt ashamed of the erection tenting my pants. I didn’t want to be seen in such a compromising position, especially in front of another man! Even a man as sexy as hell, just like Eric...

“So you do like what you see, eh? Figured I’d give it a shot! Seems to be going around! And, sides, you’re damn cute!” he exclaimed, making me tent my pants even more as my face turned red.

“Thought you said you weren’t gay?” I shot back, chastising myself then and there. I wasn’t either but... fuck it must have been the overabundance of testosterone and booze. I needed him in the worst way!

“That doesn’t matter to me if it doesn’t matter to you!” he retorted, approaching me with clear interest. It was apparent that he was feeling amorous, as was I. And even my brief bit of hesitance couldn’t discourage his advances. To my embarrassment, I didn’t want to deter him. I wanted...

Before I knew what he was doing, Eric was on me, looking me directly in the eye as he reached out with one hand to take his. I reciprocated, feeling his smooth fingers in my own as my heart started to race. More excited than any time I could recall being in this type of situation, I took the initiative, leaning in and giving him a peck on the lips before he could protest. I wanted to ask if it was OK, but before I could, he was reaching over for a deeper embrace. I could feel the warmth of his lips press tightly against mine, and taste the booze on his breath. His tongue pressed out and I went all in, kissing him back and feeling my heart race all the more. I was kissing a man, and I was in heaven!

The erotic contact made me squirm in my pants and I wanted to reach down to alleviate the lust building up. But my hands were currently occupied exploring the man’s chest, one curiously reaching up and running under his shirt. Dude was hairy, the texture against my palm coarse but rather pleasant. I sensually stroked the hairy skin, making him shiver as I kissed him roughly, speeding his breaths as we embraced.

A questing hand reached under my own shirt, and I shuddered at the feeling of his cool hand against my burning skin. Gently, nimble fingers teased up my belly, making me shiver and lean into the man’s lips. It seemed as though the man’s digits were catching on something, like I had my own carpet of thick hairs. I wasn’t the more diligent of man-scapers, but I was sure that such body hair couldn’t exist on my form even on a good day. And the heated skin he was teasing seemed to be a little thicker, like I’d added a couple of pounds when I wasn’t looking. Yet, at the moment, I could only be excited that there was more for this new man to explore, which he seemed to be doing eagerly!

Though I was eager for more of his touch, the needs in my crotch were becoming more insistent, flaring up from how eager this man seemed to hunger for me. Part of me was tempted to reach down and undo my pants, though there was an obvious lack of privacy, even behind the bar. Still, despite having creamed myself not moments ago, my penis was throbbing like I hadn’t had sexual contact in months. I felt a few strokes would bring me to a much-desired orgasm once more. Though, given my current lip-lock with the sexy man, I was hardly in a position to break it, even to tend to such an obvious need.

Eric seemed to have the solution to our mutual problem, however, as his hips suddenly thrust forward, our bobbing cocks connecting even with the barrier of our clothes in the way. His turgid girth caused enough friction to stimulate my penis, bringing me closer than I could have expected from such contact. My own hips soon started thrusting against his, trying to match his tempo as we continued to kiss, moaning in each other’s mouths and eagerly rutting our hips together. I felt I was going to cream my pants against them without even touching myself. The contact was amazing!

Yet, I couldn’t cum just then, not like this. Even with how boned I was, I wanted, no, needed some more intimate action. Even kissing this dude wasn’t enough for the new gay proclivities that seemed to creep into my mind, making me dizzy and clouding any rational judgment. It couldn’t have been the booze; there was no way I was that drunk! But, still, it was impossible to deny the sheer force of arousal making out with this sexy man was doing to me!

Before things got too heated, I decided to pull back a little and figure out what the next step was. At least, I wanted to ask Eric where he thought things could go. Though I didn’t want to get fired from my bartending job, there might be a precedent for taking a break back to his bedroom and seeing where the evening took us. But the sight of his face gave me pause. I couldn’t quite place it, not at first, anyway. But I soon realized that my lover’s nose was big and red, nostrils flared as it almost stuck down to his upper jaw. More than that, his lips seemed larger, too, darker from what I could tell. It was almost like his face was more of a...