After Closing
by: Peter
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The guy was so hot!  It was nearing time for last call and I couldn’t let him slip away.  But the place was busy and I didn’t want to risk anyone hearing me approach him.  Or worse, chance him getting pissed if I did, and cause a ruckus.  I was feeling a little desperate as the minutes ticked by and I grabbed a napkin and headed back to take a piss.  Inside a stall I quickly scrawled a message on the napkin; “Do you want to stick around till I close?”  I rushed back, fearful that he might have left but he still had his tight looking ass parked on the bar stool. I took my place behind the bar and began to announce last call.  When I came to him and he ordered, I set his beer on the bar along with the napkin, folded so he no one would see the writing on it. The folded napkin got his attention. He discreetly unfolded it and read it then glanced up at me with a frowning smile. I raised my eyebrows and smiled back.

He mouthed “Sure” as he crumpled up the napkin and stuffed it in his pocket.

I was so excited I almost pissed my pants.  He was the most gorgeous thing I’d seen in Brady’s in a long time.  I thought he might be a Marine from the buzz cut and the way he filled out his shirt, especially how the sleeves hugged his massive arms. And of course that incredibly healthy look that all military guys have.

I was cutting guys off as I took their last empty bottles and glasses, wanting them gone.  All except him.  I was the head bartender so I was the one left to close up after the other bartenders and waiters left. I didn’t keep them around because the boss didn’t like paying them overtime. I got an hour overtime every night for closing. 

I bid the last customer goodnight and locked the door behind him and pulled down the shade with “Closed” on it. He was still sitting there, facing the bar, sipping his beer like he had all the time in the world.  Actually he did; he could have all the time he wanted.

“I’m guessing I don’t have to be in any rush to finish my beer,” he said as he took another drink.

“No rush,” I said as I set about clearing and wiping off tables and setting the chairs. “But you’ve been nursing that one; it’s probably getting warm.  Let me get you a cold one.” I wanted to make sure he had a good buzz.  I got him another beer then set about checking the Tabasco sauce bottles and gathered up the empties along with the salt shakers to refill them.

“I’m guessing you’re military,” I said to start up a conversation.

“Marines.”

“Why don’t you wear the uniform?  If I did what you guys do to earn the right, I would wear the uniform all the time.”

He shrugged.  “I earned the right; I guess that’s enough. Actually wearing it sometimes gets me in trouble.”

“How so?”

“Some guys see a Marine and they want to challenge him; see if he’s as tough as they advertise.”

“I would say most of you are,” I said. “From the looks of those arms I would guess you are, definitely,” I added.

“We are, but I joined the Marines to fight for this country, not to fight tough good old boys.  Besides, I didn’t need the uniform for you to recognize me as military, did I.”

“No; the haircut, your stature, the incredibly healthy look, the way you move, the way you stand, even the way you sit on a bar stool.”

“The way I move, the way I stand? And what’s so distinctive about how I sit on a bar stool?” he said, laughing.

“Godd, if you only knew!  Actually it’s everything about you; you have a don’t-fuck-with-me stance. You exude confidence. You military guys all stand out even though you try not to,” I said. “Just like you go to great lengths to deny that you’re heroes.  Do they teach you that?”

He finished taking a long drink of his beer and I paused to watch his bicep curl up to the size of a grapefruit. “No, they don’t have to teach it; we’re not heroes just because we wear the uniform.  The guys that come back in flag-draped caskets are the heroes.”

“Nobody’s going to argue that. I cry when I see those flag-draped caskets being unloaded and put in a hearse. But sometimes we need live heroes. When we see it on the news here in the bar, the house buys a round for any military men in the place.”

“The house?  Or you?” he asked.

“It doesn’t matter, does it?” Suddenly I lost interest in what I was doing and I left the clutter of Tabasco bottles and the salt and pepper shakers on the table and turned my attention to the Marine.

“I’m Kevin, by the way,” I said, putting out my hand.

“Braden,” he said.  He had a good grip.

“What’s your rank?”

“Corporal.”

“Can I ask you something? What’s the difference between corporal and lance corporal?”

“Lance corporal is the third enlisted rank in the Marines, below Corporal and Private First Class.”

“So you’re an NCO; do they have to salute you?”

“No,” he said, laughing.  “Only commissioned officers are saluted. Basically, you don’t salute anyone wearing his rank on his sleeve; only those wearing their rank on their shoulders.  With one exception; everyone salutes a Medal of Honor recipient, no matter what the rank. A four-star general has to salute him even if he’s a private wearing the Medal. Even the president has to salute a Medal of Honor recipient.  Now, those guys are the real heroes.”

“Have you ever met anyone who’s won the Medal of Honor?” I asked.

He held up hand with a frown. “You don’t win the Medal of Honor. It’s not a competition. It’s awarded. But no, I’ve never met one of those guys.  If I did, it wouldn’t be allowed but if it was, hell, I would get down and kiss his fuckin’ boots.”

“I think I would kiss whatever the fuck he wanted me to kiss,” I said jokingly.  “Seriously, I did meet one who came in here and I didn’t count myself worthy to be standing in his presence.” 

“How did you know he was a Medal of Honor recipient?” he asked.

“He was in uniform, I asked him about his medals and he pointed it out; but said not to say anything.”

“How was he wearing it?” he asked with a frown.

“Like the rest of his medals, pinned to his chest.”

“He wasn’t just a phony, he was a dumb-ass phony. The Medal of Honor, worn on any uniform, is worn only around the neck.”

“Oh. Thanks for the heads-up; I’ll watch for that next time.”

“Unless he’s with a bunch of his buddies dressed for a special occasion, he wouldn’t be wearing the medal anyway.  Those guys don’t get dressed up and put the medal around their necks to go out for a beer.”

“The dumb ass should’ve been smart enough to at least buy the real thing if he was going to brag about it,” I said.

“Well, that’s another thing.  You can’t buy the Medal of Honor; it’s against federal law to buy, or sell, or trade or barter for one. You can be fined $100,000 and serve a year in prison. If a guy wants to give his to you, there’s no law against that. Hell, it’s against the law to even to falsely claim you’re a recipient. There was a case where a company sold a batch of medals on the open market; they were fined and prohibited from doing business with the government for several years. It’s against the law to buy or sell even a fake medal. It’s the most coveted and protected medal in America.”

“Wow! You really know your stuff.  What if a guy loses it?”

“He would have to go through the red tape of having it replaced by the government.  Don’t worry; they would know who he is? There are less than 3500 recipients in our history.”

“I’m glad you came along. I didn’t know any of this stuff,” I said.

“Well, now you know enough that you won’t be taken in by phonies,” he said.

“Actually, I’m glad you came along for more reasons than that,” I said with a tight grin.  He was in the middle of taking a long swig of beer and I moved up between his legs and put my hands on his knees. He brought the bottle down quickly, drawing up from his slouch.

“Whoa!  Is this the reason for the free beer?”

“No, military guys get free beer regardless….and other freebies.

“Like?”

“Have you ever had a blowjob?” I blurted, running my hands a couple of inches above his knees. “Those are free, too.”  He sat up straighter against the bar like he was trying to get away from me.

“Not from a guy,” he said.

“Then you’ve never really had a blowjob,” I said.  “Any of those girls slobbering on your cock ever let you cum in in her mouth?”

“No,” he said with a chuckle.  “They act terrified of the idea.”

“Then you definitely haven’t had a real blowjob.”

“Okay, I’m thinking you wanta give me one?” he asked cockily.

“Unless you knock me on my ass.”

He looked at me like he was sizing me up.  “I don’t think so.  You’re pretty well put together. I could probably take you but it wouldn’t be worth the effort.”

Okay, I wasn’t going to get knocked on my ass so I proceeded. I began massaging his crotch and undoing his belt with my other hand. As I fumbled with it, one-handed, he set his bear down and gave me an assist. Together we got his belt apart and his fly open. A nice bulge was forming in his shorts. I massaged it for a couple of minutes before taking it out.  I pulled the waistband of his briefs down and tucked it under his hefty balls. His cock swung out and settled at a sharp upward angle, throbbing violently.

“You cock acts like it’s happy to be free.”

“Yeah, it’s always acting up that way; it’s a regular attention whore,” he said.

I took hold of it and began stroking him.  He moaned softly and started thrusting his cock through my fist; what little fist I was able to make, for my fingers wouldn’t reach all the way around it.

“You said the girls are terrified that you might cum in their mouths?  I suspect they’re terrified of this super cock,” I said.

“They never complained when I fucked them,” he said.

“What’s to complain about?”  I continued stroking him.  “Godd, this is gorgeous!”

“You gonna admire it or suck it?” he asked, cockily.

“Don’t be impatient.”

“You said this would be my first real blowjob.  I just want you to show me what I missed with those girls.”

“Prepare to be amazed,” I said as I bent down and enveloped his cock in my mouth.

“Awwwhhhh! Holy fuck!” he moaned loudly.

I smiled around his cock.  This was going to be good; him acting that way and I hadn’t even started sucking him yet. He abandoned his beer and leaned back and spread his arms back across the bar and I went to my knees and started sucking his balls.

“Fuck, you are good at torture,” he moaned.

“It’s not torture; I just don’t want to neglect anything,” I said.  “Listen, how about we get you naked?”

“Seriously? All the way naked?  Is it safe?” he asked, looking around at the front of the place.

In reply I was already unlacing his hunkin’ boots. He let me pull them off, then his socks, then I tugged on his pants and shorts.  At the same time he was taking off his shirt. He stood down off the bar stool so I could remove his pants and shorts. I laid them on a nearby table.

“This naked enough for you?” he asked cockily.

“Not quite. Now stretch out on the bar,” I told him.

He didn’t hesitate and when he turned to climb up on the bar I grabbed his hips and buried my face in his ass.

“Aaahhh Fuck!” he cried out, tossing his head back. “Geezuss, what’re you doing to me!”

“Nothing you don’t want, obviously,” I mumbled between his butt muscles.

“Ohh, fuck, get in deeper…..yeah, drive your tongue up in there,” he moaned.  He was thrashing his butt around against my face now.  “Shit, Man……!”

After a moment I stopped for air and told him to get up on the bar.

“On my stomach or back?” he asked.

“Back for now,” I said.

When he was stretched out across the bar I sat on a stool and leaned up over him to suck his cock.  He aided the process by humping his butt up off the bar to drive his cock into my throat.

“Mann, I never got this kind of service in a bar before,” he moaned.

While I was sucking him I worked one hand between his legs and used my drooling spit to work my fingers into his asscrack.  He didn’t seem to mind, even when I found his hole.  Rather, I felt it clenching against my fingertip.  I massaged his hole gently, pressing against it a little harder.  I was surprised at his response.

“Go ahead and do it if it feels anything like your tongue,” he whispered.

“Better,” I said and I shoved my finger through his hole.

“Awww, fuck! It feels better already,” he groaned.

I went straight for his prostate before he changed his mind.  I always said that once I show a guy his prostate, even a straight guy, he’s mine.  He didn’t know it yet but this hot young Marine was going to be my slut boy. No doubt.  I’d had his type before and I could’ve drawn him a picture of how he was going to end up.

He was thrashing around on the bar, doing his best to ride down on my hand. I had to ease off a couple of times when I thought he was getting close to going off.  Then I began the slow climb onto the bar with him.  He didn’t even realize it at first.

“You’re coming up here with me?” he mumbled.

“Yeah, so I can get to everything,” I said.

“Fuck, man, what else is there to get to?” he moaned.

When I was on the bar with him I brought his legs up and shoved them against his chest.  He cooperated, wrapped his muscular arms around his thighs and held them tight. He couldn’t have known how wide open and vulnerable he’d just made himself; his butt was spread wide and I could see his asshole winking at me; begging for attention.  I buried my face in his ass and worked him for a few more minutes; pushing spit into his hole and washing it around with my tongue. He was soooo wide open.  The final test before taking the plunge; I worked all four fingers through his hole, then added my thumb.  I could’ve shoved my entire hand in but I didn’t want him stretched that much.  My cock’s big but not as big as my fist.

“How f-far are g-gonna t-take this?” he stammered.

“The distance,” I replied.

“The distance……that means you’d fuck me.”

“If you let me,” I said.  “You guys don’t ever do anything half-assed, do you?  So do you want me to?”

“I don’t think I could stop you. I know I should but my head wouldn’t let me.”

“It’s true, then,” I said.

“What’s true?”

“I’ve always heard that sailors are the best cocksuckers but no self-respecting Marine would ever take a cock in his mouth.  But you guys will turn your ass up for one.”

“Is that what I’m doing?” he asked.

“You’re not stopping me,” I said.

He was quiet all of a sudden. I rose up to my knees and moved into position, fisting my spit-slick cock.  I dropped some more spit into the crack of his ass and worked it around with the head of my cock.

“Last chance to change your mind,” I said, pressuring against his clenching hole.

“Not unless you’re gonna abort the mission,” he said.

“No.”

“Then do it, before I change my mind,” he said

“Sorry, you already missed your chance,” I said.

His asshole was already squeezing around the curvature of my cock head; clenching steadily, like it was begging.  I nudged when it did an outward clench and the muscle folded over more of my cock.

“Let’s just keep doing this,” I said.

“Doing what?”

“Clenching your asshole.”

“Yeah, I could feel you easing in,” he said.

We did it for a couple more minutes, till his sphincter muscle locked tightly around the entire head of my cock.

“I think you’re ready.”

“Try me,” he said.

I eased in, shoving my cockhead deep into the dark warm recesses of his body and his sphincter kept contracting, drawing me in deeper, till I pressed my loins against his wide-spread butt muscles.

“Fuuucckkk!” he moaned, pressing his head back against the bar.

“Is that an invitation?”

“Do you need one?” he asked.

In reply, I eased out most of the way, the back in. He moaned deep in his gut and I started fucking him.

“Godd, you know how to seduce a guy,” he whispered.  “When I walked in here I had no idea I would end up like this.”

I leaned up over him and kissed him.  He recoiled for an instant but then kissed me back.  Our tongues met and he groaned out loud.

“Fuck…..never kissed a guy before,” he gasped.

“Never been kissed, never been fucked…..you’ve been hanging out with the wrong crowd,” I joked.

“Look, you don’t have to be easy. I’m a Marine for chrisskes.  Fuck me like you mean it.”

“Don’t forget you said that,” I said as I shifted into high gear.  The bar was a solid foundation with no give whatsoever so that every thrust was a full-on nailing. I let go of his legs and he wrapped them around my waist, his heels digging into my butt muscles.

“Fuck…..nailing my ass…..to the bar,” he choked as I pounded him.

“Did you want me to make love to you, Marine?” I asked.  “Or do you want it like this?”

“No, man, this ain’t love.  It’s pure sex, so fuck me like you mean it.”

“Yeah, stud, I’m gonna fuck your eyeballs out.  Gonna breed you.  Give you my baby.”

“If only.  We’d make beautiful babies, wouldn’t we.”

“Damn straight.”

“Goddamn, your cock is so fuckin’ big!  Don’t know where it’s all going,” he groaned.

It got better and better and the better it got, the harder I fucked him, and the harder I fucked him, the better it got.  We were on a roll.  The way he was breathing, I must’ve been fucking the air out of him.  He was gripping the edges of the bar to keep from being fucked off of it.  Suddenly he brought up a bottle in his right hand. 

“Need a fuckin’ drink,” he murmured as he was uncapped the bottle.

I eased up while he took a healthy drink of bourbon. By healthy, he chugged it down. He handed the bottle to me and I did the same then handed it back. We traded the bottle back and forth will we’d emptied what was in it. I felt the effects in short order; my head spinning, and I was afraid we might tumble off the bar.  He went sort of limp, his arms hanging loosely over the sides of the bar.

“Shouldn’t of done that…..guzzled it,” I murmured.

“Don’t let us fall off,” he said, laughing.

I slowed even more, seriously concerned that we might do just that.  I paused.

“What’samatter?  Why’d you stop fucking me?”

“I think we better get off the bar before we fall off and break something,” I said.

“Just don’t break your cock off inside me,” he joked.

I disengaged and managed to climb off onto a bar stool, then I helped him.  We sat side by side on the stools, looking stupidly at each other in the back-bar mirror.  I was feeling uneasy on the bar stool.

“The only reason I got off the bar was so you could fuck me on the floor,” he drawled, slurring his words.

Together, we helped each other off the stools and onto the floor.  He stretched out with his legs high and wide.  I knelt with my cock in hand, guiding it to his ass.  I was a little surprised I still had a hardon.  I shoved back in and began fucking him again.

“Damn, fucker, did your cock grow?” he asked.

“You just closed up,” I said.

“Open me back up then,” he said.

It was a wild, hard fuck and I was proud of myself for giving it to him; for seducing the big stud Marine in the first place.  He was turning into a total slut, moaning his pleasure and begging me to fuck him and not stop.  I fucked him till I felt his ass  signaling that he was about to cum and I plowed him deep and hard. He went off first, moaning that I’d fucked his load right out of him.  I followed close behind emptying the biggest load I’d ever felt, deep in his high and tight Marine ass.  He cried out that he could feel it shooting in him.  I collapsed on top of him and he held me tight.  We fell asleep.

I woke up some time later, still lying on top of him although my cock had slipped out of his ass.  The light coming in the windows startled me and I rose up from his upper body.

“Marine!  Marine!” I said, shaking his muscular shoulder.

He came awake.

“It’s daylight! People can see in the windows!”

“Fuck, what the hell happened?” he drawled, lifting his handsome head up from the floor.

“Probably better you don’t remember,” I said as I shoved myself up and got to my feet. I put my hand down to bring him to his feet.  “Come on, you can wash up in back,” I told him.

“UUhhnnn,” he moaned softly as he steadied himself on his feet. 

I guided him back to the bathroom and closed the door on him.   Then I went into the ladies room to wash up. We came out of the bathrooms at the same time, face to face.  He barely glanced at me as he asked where his clothes were.

“I’ll get them for you.”  I rushed out to get his clothes and took them back to him.

“Thanks,” he muttered.  “Well, I guess I remember what happened,” he said as he was getting dressed.

“I hope it’s good memories,” I said as I was pulling my clothes on.

“I don’t know, I guess I’ll have to think about it,” he said.

“Maybe it’s better you don’t think on it too hard,” I said.

“Hell, there’s no going back,” he said.  “I got my ass fucked, there’s no erasing it.  I can still feel it.”

I had a funny feeling in my gut, half fearful that he might tear into me. But he sounded calm.

“Listen, if it’s any consolation, we were both under the influence.  Hell, we finished off a bottle of bourbon.”

“You were fucking me before we did the bourbon,” he said.

“Yeah, you’re right.  I guess I forgot.”

“No use making up excuses,” he said.  “You seduced me, and fucked me.  But I let you.  I was stone sober at the first.”

“I think you were likng it,” I said.

“That’s the problem,” he said.  “I did like it, and now I don’t know where or how I’m gonna find another stud like you to satisfy the itch you woke up inside me.”

“It oughta be easy,” I said.  “You’re a Marine, living in a barracks, surrounded by other big stud Marines.  Take your pick.”

“I don’t know if it’s gonna be that easy,” he said. “The U.S. Marines don’t exactly condone us getting fucked in the ass.”

“Take a buddy on a weekend pass, get a motel room, accidentally make sure it’s only got one bed,” I said. “Things’ll work out.”

He was dressed, looking almost as hot in uniform as he did out of it. He seemed hesitant to leave.

“This has been a night I won’t soon forget,” I said.

“Listen, if the opportunity arises…..could we do this again?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

“Wonder if it’d be alright if I have a buddy with me next time. Maybe you could seduce…..show him what you showed me.  Then I’ll have somebody to take care of that itch.”

The End

Posted: 10/19/18