Flip the coins. Penny: tails, Quarter: tails.

From Create Your Own Story

They both come up tails.

The guy with the tattoos laughs. "Damn right," he says. The other guys groan or curse.

"You need to slide under the table," the guy with the tattoos says.

You hesitate, aware that your jeans are more than a little tight now. You can't believe you're doing this, but there's no denying it's getting you hard just to think about it. Your head spins a little as you slide awkwardly under the table - that Butt Sex is a powerful fucking drink, you think - but when you get under the table on your hands and knees, the see that the guy with the tattoos has unzipped his fly, and his thick, slightly curved cock is half-hard already.

"Right here, right now, baby," he says, and you take a deep breath. The bar is pretty dark, and probably no one can see you.

You crawl over to him and take his cock in one hand, and put it in your mouth.

"Yeah," he breathes.

"Fucking awesome," one of the other guys says.

You suck him under the table, bobbing your head and feeling his cock harden in your mouth. He's uncut, and you lick under his foreskin, circling the head of his cock with quick jabs of your tongue. He moans, aroused, and soon one of his hands is on the back of your head, pushing you down onto his cock. You suck on him, your own dick rock hard in your jeans, and try to take as much of him into your mouth as you can, gagging a little when he gets forceful with his hand.

"Fuck, fuck... fuck!" the tattooed guy grunts, and his cum fills your mouth. You struggle to swallow it, and fail, some of it escaping around your lips. When he finishes coming, you take a few minutes to lick and suck at his hairy balls, getting as much of the cum as you can, then wipe your face off with one hand.

You slide back up from under the table, and the guy with tattoos smiles at you. "Nice," he says.

You blush.

"You're definitely our kind of boy," the guy in the wifebeater says. He reaches over and squeezes your hard dick through your jeans.

"Fucking right," the tattooed guy adds, with a laugh.

"You wanna come back to our hotel room, and really have a party?" the guy in the pig shirt asks.

"Or maybe you want to play here?" the guy in the goatee adds.

You say...

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