Pushing Limits

Right. So J was in some kind of mood last night. Starts off the evening by throwing me over a stool in the bathroom and fucking me REALLY FUCKING HARD (still sore. yay.). This was slightly riskier than normal as the owner had called earlier and said he would be stopping by early on his way to the movies. He never showed, but we didn't know that would be the case at the time. And on a normal night that would have been the end of it.

Shortly after that, he gets a few customers in. I am watching Army of Darkness, he disappears into the basement, presumably to get some more ice. But no. I get a text message that just reads "BASEMENT" so I head down there. Mind you, patrons of this establishment don't go in the basement, so I'm sure I looked fairly conspicuous. Get to the basement and he fucks me again. I come to find out later that he had brought lube with him to work that day, as his original plan was to fuck my ass. He scrapped it due to time constraints stemming from having more customers than usual.

Last week's Thursday night sex was a blow job in the dj booth, with the owner's father feet away in the next room.

I have two observations here.

1. These escapades are getting more and more daring as far as the possibility of being caught.
2. At one time we confined the sexcapades to one dedicated bathroom, but now they seem to be traveling all over the bar.

Combining these two things I've come up with a theory: J is on a mission to have sex in every room of the bar. This would by nature force more daring attempts. The back room is fairly open. The front room has a wall made entirely of glass which faces the street. Further to that the bar sits at the corner of a busy intersection.

All of this leads to a spark of hope for a fantasy of mine which has been floating around my head for some time.

I get to the bar even earlier than usual, J having only just arrived himself. He is behind the bar cutting up fruit when I come in, and glances up in surprise when instead of grabbing a seat on a stool, I come around behind the bar to where he is.

He starts to ask what I'm doing, but I silence him with a finger to his lips while my other hand reaches down to squeeze him through his pants. I use that grip to steer him up against the bar with his back to the street. I unzip his pants and pull his cock out, while glancing out the window to make sure there is no one walking by, but I see no one so I kneel to take him in my mouth. Someone could show up at any second - there is no time to fool around. I take all of him in my mouth at once and suck hard with long, fast strokes that hit the back of my throat again and again. I glance up at him. He is leaning back, both hands gripping the edge of the bar. His eyes are closed; his head thrown back. The sound of his ragged breathing mixes with the cars constant passing us on the street outside. I feel his right hand run through my hair before he grabs a handful of it and pulls me in to him. His cock explodes and pours his salty hot come into my hungry waiting mouth.

I pause and look up at him before I get up from the floor. He is looking down at me, his expression part surprise, part confusion part satisfaction. The expression never changes as I say "Thanks for the drink," turn on him, and walk out the front door.

I don't look back.