Love after all - Page 4
We drove for a few minutes, listening to the radio, than john pulled into the parking lot of the sports bar. "we're here hun" he smiled. i smiled and leaned in, kissing his cheek once before opening my door and sliding out.
Love after all - Page 5
The smell of the bar hit me like a battering ram, cigarette smoke, alchohol, weed...you get the picture. I had to force myself not to throw up. John looked around the bar, looking like he felt exactly like me. Than he smiled...
Keeping Up With Fluid Demands
At your average sports bar, if there was a major baseball game, you'd find yourself waiting in a terribly long line to get to a urinal between commercials and innings.
Peeping Ferret
Tough luck getting laid at this sports bar, almost all the furs were straight, but eh, if you are gonna watch a game, you better do it with true fans, that was what my old pa used to say!
The Masters Chapter 8
This was one of those bar & grill places -- a sports bar -- but for gay people! but what sports bar has an entire wall of wine? and were those wine bottles hanging from the ceiling, too??
Pocket Fox: Acclimation
Wednesdays, frank's dad insisted on taking him to some kind of "guy's night out" that usually involved something boring like tenpin bowling or a sports bar and culminated in the older fox balls deep in his son later that same evening.
Careers
The restroom was fairly typical for a sports bar, two small sinks in front of a mirror by the dividing wall at the entrance, two urinals, one regular stall and one larger handicap accessible stall.
Snow, Daddies and Stripes (Gruffy vs. pittbull paw)
"are you gonna take me to that irish sports bar?" "it's meant to be a boston themed sports bar, i understand." "is it?" max questioned. "i don't think i caught that."
Taste of Tongue
This obstagoon was the sports bar's mascot, posing smugly for selfies and giving friendly hugs to enamored patrons. kain set down his menu and moved closer. he forgot about the smell of the food.
Make'em Howl
Gift story for axelwolfe make'em howl the huge stallion stretched and cracked his long equine neck, as he considered who in the sports bar he would pursuit for the evening.
Luckiest Strike
"it is a sports bar," he admitted with a chuckle. "honestly, i didn't think there _was_such a thing as a gay sports bar." "oh, i see," the beech marten nodded. "you haven't been acquainted with many gays before, am i right?" "yeah," avery replied.
Designated driver... Sometimes it pays to be the only sober guy
Hanraties sports bar was the big local hang out for all the collage jocks. the little goat dropped the shifter into gear and let off the clutch...