"Check out mister rough around the edges there in the black sleeveless shirt."
From Create Your Own Story
The guy in the wifebeater winks. "You got it. Finish your beer."
You laugh, and tip back your bottle, enjoying the beer. The bar is getting warmer even without the lights, and you're having a good time. These four guys are fun - even if they are a bit over the top - and they continue to joke and laugh while you drink and chat with them. When you finish your beer - you're a little light-headed, to your surprise, since you can usually handle more than a few beers before you get tipsy - and put it down on the table, the guy in the wifebeater rubs his hands together.
"Right," he says. "I'll be right back with your present."
You blink, but he gets up before you can say anything, and heads over to where the rough-looking man is standing.
"Oh my god," you say, and the guy in the PIG shirt laughs, and puts one arm around your shoulders.
"Don't worry," he says. "Worst case scenario, we'll take you back to our hotel and gang-bang you."
The three men all laugh, and you manage a weak chuckle. In the dim light, it's hard to see the facial expressions of large, rough-looking man, and the guy in the wifebeater is standing with his back to you. They're definitely talking, though.
"I can't believe he's doing this," you groan.
The guy with the tattoos smirks. "You sure you don't want a Butt Sex after all?"
You shake your head. "I'm buzzing enough from that one beer."
"Lightweight."
You laugh, still watching the two men talk near the far end of the room. They seem to finish up, and shake hands, and then the burly hairy man looks your way. You blush and stare down at the table, and the three men laugh. A moment later, the guy in the wifebeater rejoins the table. You feel a strange lurch in your stomach when you realize the rough-looking guy is still standing by the far wall. You can't tell if you're let down or not.
"So, his name is Mac," the guy in the wifebeater says, smiling at you. "And there's good news and bad news."
You laugh shakily. "Bad news, huh?"
"Yeah. The bad news is he's not here looking to make friends."
You shake your head. "It's fine. Really." Although to your surprise, you're not as relieved as you thought you'd be.
"Wait," the guy in the wifebeater says, smiling. "I'm not done. The good news is he's here to fuck hole and would like - his words - to give you a birthday you won't forget."
You blink. Holy crap.
"I told him you'd pop on over if you're interested. But he's definitely interested. Said his specialty is fuckin' destroying twinkboy holes." Mr. Wifebeater glances over his shoulder at the rough looking man. You glance up and see that the burly older guy is definitely watching you. Your face grows hot - and your dick gets hard in your pants. Holy shit. "He said he's not very patient, so you should make up your mind quick."
Holy shit, you think. He's serious. You glance over at the rough looking man again. He's definitely watching you.
"Have fun, birthday boy!" the guy in the wifebeater shirt says. You're shaking, but you rise, and before you can chicken out, you start walking.
The big man - Mac, the guy in the wifebeater said his name was - nods as you approach. He doesn't crack a smile, but when you're a step away from him, he tilts back his beer and drains it completely, putting the bottle on the railing behind him. Then he leans in close to your ear.
"I figured you might run away."
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