"Blow me?"

It just slips out. After saying the words, you're certain you could've phrased that a little less bluntly. How do you subtly ask someone to suck you off? The bartender stares right into your soul as the words exit your mouth, and you quickly realize that single shot did not help your nerves.

"I-I, uhh..." you stumble on your words as the man looks you down. You doubt being drunk will soften the blow for the shit you're gonna get for saying that to his face. The bartender places down the green bottle of poison and slowly circles the counter to confront you, and you can't help but look at his ass as he turns the corner. As he draws near, you instinctively close your eyes in case he tries to punch you.

You feel a hand cupping your crotch. You open your eyes to see the barman on his knees in front of you, caressing your package. You gawk at the man assuming he's lost his mind as he fiddles with your belt. You quickly swivel around on your seat to see if anyone's watching to find nobody seems to care, either being too engrossed in the game on TV or their view obstructed by the half-wall in the room's center. You turn your attention back to the barman as he finally whips the belt out from each loop, throwing it to the floor.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" you blurt out.

"I am... waaaaay more drunk than I realized," the barman says, pulling down your pants and assessing your package.

You're dumbstruck. What the fuck kind of paper did you write on? As the bartender retrieves your rock-hard dick from its fabric confines an obvious answer comes to you; the magic kind. The barman enthusiastically flops your dick from side-to-side, placing his warm palm around the shaft. You're ten seconds in and you feel as though you're about to faint.

He gives your penis a few practice rubs before committing to the act, soon leaning in and gently placing his lips on your tip. You groan as you feel his breath tickling the hairs around your junk, and you're just as committed to having him suck you off in the middle of a Sports Bar. He slowly pushes down, his mouth encircling your cock. You grab onto the countertop for support as you fear the pleasure will knock you off your seat.

The barman gets into the rhythm, bobbing up and down on your junk, and you're uncertain if you should still be watching for onlookers. You turn back to face the man, but the sight itself is like a thunderclap to your senses. You're being sucked off - by a bartender - in a public restaurant! You instinctively grab the back of the man's head, pushing him deeper into your crotch. The bartender appears okay with this aggressive gesture, as he moans with a mouthful of dick.

The experience was welcome, but indeed a surprise, and you're not sure how long you'll last. Whatever drink you had was nothing compared to this moment of easing tension. You buck in your seat, but are able to stave off whatever climax was on the horizon for the moment. The bartender glares up at you and you feel it's a good idea to warn him.

"I'm...about to cummmm," you groan in your seat, releasing your grip from the man's head. The bartender subtly nods and proceeds to suck harder, cupping and fondling your balls alongside. You buck again and you know its game-over.

"Fffff-FUUUUUCK!" you scream, grabbing onto the counter to keep your balance. From the sensations, you picture you're blasting the poor man's mouth with an onslaught of physical frustration. Not a single moment does the man let up, however, as he continues suckling and swallowing every pent-up spurt.

As the feeling subsides, so does the barman, as he slowly takes his mouth off your cock. He's breathing heavily, but not as much as you are, you feel as though you'll collapse onto the floor. You slowly sit up to look at the man still on his knees, as he wipes his mouth on his sleeve.