I’ve made a habit over the years of picking bars to get drunk at where there is a distinct chance of getting some cock down my throat. I can be quite the sloppy drunk when I really get going. I’ve been known to situate myself under the bar to suck any cocks that ‘belly-up’ to the bar. Or some places are set up for some great toilet head. Sometimes it’s just grabbing dick under the bar as I sit on a Tuesday afternoon, swilling down lager. It’s all good fun, and I go to these places because of that action. Usually, the bartenders are cool with it as long as it’s not going to endanger their license. Sometimes, the bartenders join in or at least act as a keen lookout.

On one occasion, I remember the owner of one bar. I was going to bend his girlfriend over a rail, hike her skirt and fuck her in front of everybody. It was a men’s bar, but the fact that the owner was fucking in the bar gave a signal to everyone there that they could do what they wanted to do. And they did. It was a raucous scene on a Sunday afternoon, and everyone felt no pain. There were men giving out handjobs in the corner, men hanging their cocks out at the bar, and the bartender using his dick as a swizzle stick… you get the idea. It was all happening.

I was, of course, joining in the fun. I had slid down the wall a couple of times to swallow some major cock meat. I’d get him off and then go order another beer as he zipped up and went on his way.

The troff toilets were a hit also. Ten men standing there pissing through their hard-ons. Some men kneeling down to swallow some hot piss.

I was standing there pissing, and the beer had started to really get to me, and I was swaying and getting rather sloppy. I lost my balance a little and gently fell into the man to my left. He was a large, hot black man in a tank top and tight jeans. He sort of shoulder-butted me back upright as he took a look at me. He saw that I was staring at his cock, and he pissed and looked at me and smiled.

All of a sudden, with his cock still out and starting to stiffen, he took me by the shoulders from behind and walked me back around a corner to a hidden part of the outside bar.

With no words exchanged, he pulled my little slutty shorts down around my ankles, bent me over, and shoved his fat cock inside me with spit for lube. He held my hips as he raped my sloppy drunk ass. It wasn’t long before a few other men were watching and cheering him on. A few more thrusts, and he flooded my guts with his load to loud uproarious cheers from the men egging him on.

He gave a few high-fives as he pulled out and buckled up his pants.

I tried to reach around and stand up to pull up my shorts, but some other men had a different idea. With my slutty shorts around my ankles, I had a hard time getting situated in my drunkenness.

Another man stepped behind me and pulled out his big dick. It was greasy and uncut and ready to plunge into me. As he trusted in me, the first man’s seed came spurting out the sides of my hole.

I could feel the group of men becoming more animalistic. They were positioning me so I could be fucked in the mouth as other men raped me from behind. Some had my tits in a vice-like grip, and others shot their loads on my back or face as I was still being assaulted from behind. One man put a bottle of poppers under my nose, and that’s when things really got out of hand.

There was a line now that had formed stretching out around the corner. I had no idea how many men intended to rape me that day, but with the beer and the poppers and probably some weed, I was in no position to refuse any of them. They kept coming in from around the corner, taking turns with my sloppy, slutty, now naked body. I was covered in manseed. It was on my face, my back, dripping down my legs. some used my mouth, some my hole, and some just told me what a faggot cum slut I was and jacked off on me.

I have no real way of knowing how many men raped me that hot, sunny afternoon in the back of a sleazy bar, but I can tell you that I had the time of my life.