He watched as I walked through the door at the end of the bar. Being underage, he couldn't give me a shot at the bar, but he offered one to me if I went in the back room.
When he rubbed his cock through his jeans, I knew he meant business. There were very few customers, so nobody could hear us or seemed to care. We talked for a few minutes before he started really flirting with me. Someone had apparently bragged to him about getting great head and I pretended to remember who he was talking about. The bartender who gave me a glass of water seemed to know exactly who I was. I've been known to suck men off in the bathroom or their cars, so word got around. I have developed a bit of a reputation with the regulars and some of the staff. I only needed one that would satisfy my carnal cravings.
It was early in the night and they had just opened, so there weren't many guys there, but I didn't care. So what's a horny boy to do? I dressed in some tight clothes and headed to the club. The only cock I'd had in nearly two weeks was a late-night blow-n-go which, while I always enjoy sucking cock, only made me want to get fucked even more. Wednesday night was a perfect example of this.
I'm sure you've gotten the idea by now that I get slutty when I'm really horny.
