Chapter 5 Professor In a Bar

As he neared his house, Professor Gerald's face turned better and sour. He had no desire to go home and face his wife - his wife who was sexually dead.

If only she could disappear from here, from his life. Then he would be free to do as he wanted openly without being judged or scared of being watched.

The events of today had his cock stirring again as he thought of how he had bent Yasmine over the table, thrusting his huge cock in her lovely round ass. It had been wonderful.

The thing was, after so many years of fucking pussies, he was tired of them. He had discovered the act of fucking asses when a friend had invited him to a bar over a year ago.

It had been a nude gay bar and his friend had laughed at him when he saw his shocked and speechless expression.

"What? Haven't seen something like this before?" He had asked Gerald, laughing. "Look, I know your wife doesn't get you hard the way she used to, so why not try this out? I get tired of my wife's pussy too and I come here to unwind all the time."

The waiters and bartenders in the bar had all been in the nude and his friend told him, "You can signal to anyone you want and fuck him right here anyhow you want. They're all your bitches for the entire night. Look," he signaled to a spot, and Gerald looked.

In a corner, a fully clothed man with just his cock out was fucking a bartender who laid on his side and has his leg raised up as he took the man's cock.

Stunned, Gerald looked round the bar, still shocked to see nobody cared. He saw a man who had a server on his lap, playing with his dick. The look of lust on the server's face made Gerald's cock jump in his trousers.

He looked away and swallow. His throat was suddenly dry.

His friend said beside him, "The thing is, asses can be more tighter than pussies so it makes it very enjoyable."

Suddenly, a voice spoke from a microphone, "It is now time for the game of the night."

Everyone in the room went immediately silent.

"We have six gorgeous men here ready to be fucked." the speaker said, pointing to six naked men with baskets in their hands, and collars around their necks.

Everyone in the bar cheered.

"We have some fake cocks placed strategically around this certain area," he pointed again, "and any man who gets to fill a basket first gets to fuck the owner of the basket for the rest of the night."

More cheering.

"Who will volunteer?"

Before he could blink, Gerald was shoved forward by his friend.

"You have to participate," he told Gerald, "Loosen up and have some fun."

"Good. We have our six men. Ready? Go!"

Gerald had no choice. He found himself in a mad dash for plastic cocks. Quickly and increasingly, his basket continued to fill up and soon it filled to the brim.

The speaker on the microphone whistled to signal the end of the game. "Looks like we have a winner!" He raised Gerald's hand high up in the air.

Everyone cheered.

"And here is your gift."

The naked waiter with the basket came forward, smiling.

"Let's watch you break him in." said the speaker.

Gerald's friend stepped forward and muttered in hsi ears. "It's the way things are done . You have to fuck him publicly before taking him up to a room. Here," he offered Gerald a small white pill, "It will help you loosen up."

Gerald paused for a minute before putting the pill in his mouth. All of a sudden, he felt dizzy, then a second later, his eyes cleared up.

He looked around and saw everyone looking at him expectantly. He stepped forward and pulled the waiter close to him, devouring his mouth in a kiss.

What was wrong with him? Why was he kissing this man? He wondered, but he couldn't stop.

The waiter began to moan as Gerald began toying with his bare nipples and kissing his body.

Gerald found himself kissing and licking the waiter's dick, putting it into his mouth and sucking it.

"That's hot." A man muttered and brought out his cockand began to jerk himself off.

Gerald felt his own cock grew hard and the waiter reached for it. He took Gerald's cock out and began to rub it against his own while looking at it and moaning lustfully..

Gerald kissed the man again, swallowing the man's groan.

"The gift is about to be fucked." said the announcer. "He is about to have a cock in his bitchy little-boy ass."

Gerald soon had the waiter bent and holding on to the back of a chair. Someone poured lubricant directly onto the writer's hole, allowing Gerald's cock to slip in easily.

"Fuck. He has a huge cock," Someone said lowly.

"I know," replied the man beside him.

Gerald lost all sense of time and place as his cock entered into the writer's hole and he began to fuck him, awkwardly at first, but he soon got the hang of it and began thrusting in more furiously and faster, as if angry.

Someone knelt on the floor and took the writer's dick in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around it.

The waiter continued moaning loudly and wantonly,

"Fuck me. Fuck me, sir. I need to be fucked. Spill your cum inside me. Please, sir. I want your cock."

And Gerald continued fucking him until he came, spiling his cum on the faces and mouths of the waiter and the man who had been sucking the waiter's dick.

All through the night, a whole lot of the men, waiters and guests, tried once or twice to get him to fuck them.

His gift refused to leave his side.

The night had been long and wild for him and he knew this was the best fun he had had in years, and now that he had had a taste of asses, he knew pussies could never interest him again.