At the Bar Part 02

“I’ll get the first one,” Andrew announced as he headed back to the bar. He looked so confident and sexy as his tight jeans hugged his ass. Those two globes stuck out in two perfectly shaped mounds. 

“Yo!” Mike shouted. “You with us? Or too interested in your boy toy to pay attention to us?”

“Huh???” Travis didn’t even realize he was staring. His mind just kept wandering off while his eyes looked past the other guys at Andrew’s body. 

“He’s out of it,” Troy laughed. “Typical.”

“Dude, I know you asked to invite him, but I still figured it’d be time to hang out again,” Mike said.

“I know, but--” Travis cut himself off. “Wait. You guys don’t recognize him?”

“Recognize him? He’s your boyfriend dude,” Mike laughed, adding a few playful punches with it. “We supposed to?”

“Uhh… It’s just… I mean…” Travis wanted so badly to just say the word ‘yes.’ If anything he wanted to shout it to the rooftops and scream that something bad was going to happen. But all that came out was these meandering non statements. That’s when Andrew appeared behind him with the two large jugs of beers and a bartender holding a round of shots for everyone.

The guys looked surprised. “Why not make it a party?” Andrew smiled. 

“Hells yeah,” Mike smiled as he took hold of the one in front of him. “What? You guys not going to join me?”

Troy was the first to speak up. “I don’t know… My wife’s going to be mad if I come home too late or drunk…”

“Your wife?” Andrew sounded overly skeptical. “The way Travis talks, she probably wants the break. She’s probably the one who tells you to have more guy time. As long as you don’t bring back any unwanted surprises.”

“Well…” Troy’s head tilted to the side and sounded a bit more airy. “I guess. She has been trying to take it a bit slower lately.”

“I’m sure she has. Even if you want to go every night, I bet she wants to have some rest every once in a while,” Andrew continued.

Troy shifted his weight back and forth slightly as he was called out. “I guess,” he smirked, slightly proud of his libido.

“Yeah man! Do you ever go soft?” Mike added. His bulky arms wrapped around Troy’s smaller body and shook him around a bit more. He obviously still wanted to relive his college days, even if his body wasn’t quite the same. Those abs that he promised never to lose must have been gone nearly five years by now, and it didn’t look like it was stopping anytime soon. Most of the pictures he posted online were him in some kind of XL jersey and his backwards baseball cap. But even those were starting to look a bit tight on him. 

“Not often…” Troy muttered. He’d kept his mostly thin waist. Sure, his muscles were more faded and a bit of a belly was growing on him. But compared to most of the guys he knew, he was still incredibly thin. It made sense for the long lean limbs to not gain weight as easily. At 6’5” he was one of the few guys who had been taller than Travis. 

Lance was the next to poke fun. “Yeah. How many kids you up to? Seven? Eight?” 

“Nine, coming in January…” Troy blushed a bit. “Just can’t stop myself sometimes.” He rubbed the back of his neck as pride and embarrassment shot through him.

“Probably have trouble keeping her off you sometimes too,” Andrew said. “I mean from just the bulge I saw from you walking in, it makes sense why it’s only boys.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. The rest of the group laughed loudly.

But Mike couldn’t let that be the last laugh, “course the gay guy would notice.”

Andrew tipped his head, his smile a little less genuine but no one would have noticed other than Travis. “Course I would. Be surprised if someone didn’t. It could give a horse a run for its money and those massive balls are why he’s always leaking. But I guess you’d know that from showering with him so often. Quite the attraction and it’s hard to keep your eyes off it. No?”

“Well… Yeah,” Mike admitted. Even now, his eyes were drifting back to the area between Troy’s legs. They had to spread open wide to accommodate the growth. “So…” he wanted to change the subject. “We doing this?”

“I don’t know…” Lance was trying to worm his way out now. “I’ve got work in the morning… I don’t think I should be doing this. You guys can.”

“Work?” Andrew raised his voice skeptically. “Just make your morning workout a night one. Then you can have an extra couple hours of sleep. It’s not like your trainer’s going to mind.”

“Are you sure?” Lance asked. “He can be pretty serious sometimes…”

Andrew didn’t let up. “C’mon… He’ll understand. With how long you’ve been working out together I’m sure it’s more than a client/trainer relationship.” 

Travis could hear the implication in Andrew’s voice. But it wasn’t specific enough. There were only mild changes to Lance’s body. He was quite a bit thinner and filled out his button down shit better than before. His waist pulled in with his jeans holding tighter to his legs. Now he didn’t need the belt that was wrapped around his waist because his ass held the jeans up perfectly. 

“I guess,” Lance’s nature changed slightly. His voice was more ready to party and he spoke with a bit more confidence. Without his belly holding him back, he seemed to have had a lot more energy. “Why the Hell not?”

“Well… If everyone else is,” Joey said. He was always so easy to forget about. Most of the time he was just around the other guys. His more bashful and worried personality made him the butt of the jokes from everyone else. It didn’t matter that he was still twice the size of Travis, Joey was the one who got picked on in the group.

“That’s the spirit. Thanks for getting the second one too,” Andrew said. 

“Wait… What?” Joey looked confused. 

“The second round,” Andrew said. “The bartender’s already making it because you told him it was a celebration.” Over Andrew’s shoulder to see the bartender lining up another round of shots. “I mean, why else would he be making them?”

“Right…” Joey muttered. His hand grabbed for his wallet as though he wasn’t sure it was still there.

“It’s alright,” Andrew leaned over. “You’ve got plenty of money.” Then held up the shot glass, addressing the entire group. “To a good and fun night! Full of reliving the best of memories!”

“Here! Here!” the rest chant in excitement.  The group brings the shot glass to their mouth and quickly tip it back. Travis feels it burn all the way down his throat.

“Forgot you’re not used to hard liquor,” Andrew whispers into Travis’ ear. It burns as it goes down into Travis’ stomach. And after the couple cups of beer and now this, he can feel it running through his system. Something about beer before liquor, never been sicker runs through his mind only making the queasy feeling all the more real. “Don’t worry. No one’s going to get sick,” Andre continues. 

“So… Andrew,” Mike started off. “How’d you meet ole Travis here?” 

“Meet? We met a really long time ago,” Andrew said. “How about I just tell you about when we started dating. See, I was working as a contractor for the business he works for.” His large arms wrapped around Travis’ tiny body. A bit of mud and grime transferred from his arms onto his boyfriend’s nice clothes, marking him as his own. Andrew nuzzled his hairy face against the soft sensitive neck of the other man. “Isn’t that right?”

Travis’ body squirmed and writhed under the ticklish sensation rushing through him. Never would he have allowed such a display before but he couldn’t get enough of it. Even as he tried to suppress his giggles, they only came out stronger. “It is! It is!” he slapped at the table trying to grip it for support. 

“So I’m working there replacing the old shit they have in their kitchen and I keep seeing out of the corner of my eye little Travis here spying on me from his cubicle. All I can tell is that he thinks that cause he’s so short, I wouldn’t be able to see his little eyes peering over the walls and all I can do is smile. I cock my head a bit towards the bathroom and start heading that way. Then here he comes following me down the hallway. I don’t even think he realized he was doing it, cause I led him all the way into the handicapped stall and dropped my pants.

“Dick already hard and ready to be sucked. He stares at it all confused, face turning bright red. He’s all stuttering and trying make some kind of excuse and all I say is, ‘suck it.’ His knees give out and he’s on the ground shufflin over to me. I can barely see his bright sparkling eyes over my pecs and he goes, ‘Are… Are you sure?’ Like hell yeah I’m sure!

Andrew’s fist pounds the table in exclamation. His grip tightens around Travis even more trying to stop him from dropping to his knees again. “You don’t have to now,” Andrew mocks. “But then he goes to town. And damn was he a seasoned pro. That tongue hit every spot I wanted so badly, in ways I wasn’t even sure were possible. I might have fallen to my knees. But fuck, I’m just not like that. And feeling those small gentle hands run through this thick pelt covering my abs… Fuck… Not much better than that.”

The rest of the guys stared a bit confused. They probably didn’t expect that much information and the pride in Andrew’s voice probably made them feel a bit more uncomfortable. “C’mon…” Andrew tried pulling them back in. “Just cause you’ve never felt a guy down there like that, doesn’t mean it’s not hot. You can’t say that it’s not at least a bit interesting.”

“Well… Yeah,” Mike was the first to speak. He, like all the other guys, shifted their weight slightly as they agreed with him. 

“Thought so,” Andrew smirked. The second round of shots hit the table and were passed around.