How's That For A Tip?

I felt my cell phone vibrate in my pocket. It was Thursday night, and I was at my regular Thursday night bar, where my friend J is the bartender.

"TONIGHT IS WEIRD...I HAVE TO JACK OFF SOON"

I looked across the bar at J. I hadn't seen him send that message, and I was a little startled. He wasn't looking at me; he was pouring a Newcastle and watching the basketball game.

"So?" I sent back.

"WANT TO WATCH?"

J and I used to fuck, but that ended before I moved here. At least it seemed to have. I assumed he got bored with me, or the novelty wore off because I was here all the time now. This line of questioning seemed out of the blue. Still, I was entirely turned on by it.

"Don't jack off," I sent back. "I know a better plan."

"YOU KNOW WHERE TO FIND ME"

A few minutes later, J disappeared into the back of the bar. I found him in the back women's bathroom. I closed the door behind me and locked it. J said, "I don't know what the deal is today. Every since I got up. I jacked off three times already today, and I've been thinking about it since I got here. I..."

"Shut up," I said, grinning.

He grinned back. "You shut up," he said and pulled me toward him.

We kissed briefly, and somewhat awkwardly, half because it had been so long and half because we both knew he couldn't disappear for long without someone noticing that the only bartender was missing.

I pulled away from him and undid his belt, pushing his pants to the floor. I rested my hand on his cock. I could feel the heat from his rock hard cock through his shorts. He pushed his underwear down as I dropped to my knees.

I am always completely in awe of his cock. He is a freak of nature; beyond porn star huge. I'm talking, when I wrap my hand around him, I can't touch my thumb to my middle finger without squeezing him. Add proportionate length to that girth and you're talking a fucking monster dick on this guy. He is also generally a pretty smallish framed man. He's pretty short and not real bulky either, so the overall visual effect of this little guy with a freakishly huge cock is almost unreal.

And it is so much fun to suck. It's somewhat challenging, being that there's really no room in my mouth for any of my usual tricks, so I have to think creatively usually to get the result I want.

Not today, however.

"Mmmm," he moaned softly when I slowly licked his shaft from base to tip. He gently rested his hand on my shoulder. "I'm going to cum fast," he whispered to me. "I've been thinking about this all day." He wasn't kidding. After a few quick teasing sucks, I took all of him in my mouth and sucked hard. He came almost immediately, what little room was left in my mouth was filled with his thick hot cum. It took all of about 10 seconds.

I looked up at him and grinned. "You weren't kidding," I said, as I finished licking him clean and helped him put his pants back together. He said nothing, but gave me a quick hug and kiss before quickly slipping out the door and back behind the bar. I waited a few minutes and followed. I went back to hanging out with my brother and his friends, assuming no one was the wiser.

However, more people see things than you think in a little neighborhood bar. Later on that evening, I was outside with the owner and one of the bouncers discussing the owner's gambling winnings at the track that day. He had won quite a lot that day and was bragging about it. "I'm the pimp daddy of horse-track betting," he announced.

"Well, you were," I teased, "right up until you referred to yourself as 'the pimp daddy' of betting horses."

"Oh, yeah, you can talk," he replied. "Making out with J - that looks real good on your resume."

I looked at the ground and blushed. I felt someone nudge my shoulder.

"Yeah, Amber!" the bouncer joined in. "How was the bathroom tonight anyway?"

I giggled and said no comment. I mean, in a way it was embarrassing, but mostly it just made the whole thing that much hotter, knowing that everyone knew.

I love that bar.