"Blow you?"

The broken sentence exits your mouth. The bartender gives you a confused look, and you're not sure if he understood you. You stare at the man tentatively, unsure of how to proceed.

"What'd you say?" the bartender asks you.

You try to compose yourself to speak, but your mind is at a loss for words other than 'blow' and 'you'. You're just as prepared to drop the conversation entirely when you assess it may be easier to show the man instead of trying to describe what you're asking of him.

You subtly lean over the counter and unfortunately you're not able to glimpse far past the man's waist. You soon revise a different approach, hopping off your bar stool and circling the counter, all while the bartender continues to follow you with his gaze. You stop a couple feet from the man and take a quick glance around the bar, taking note that no one nearby is paying attention, or would have a clear view beyond the height of the bar.

You take a small step forward and kneel down in front of the bartender, who doesn't appear to be contesting your actions as of yet. You take a quick glance up at the man's face and nervously smile, before bringing your attention to the man's crotch. You slowly reach out and place your hands along the underside of his pants, slowly bringing them to the front while caressing his balls.

"Wh-what are you doing?" the bartender stumbles, reaching his hands out as if to push you away but instead simply brushing them along your head.

"Take off your pants," you slowly utter. The bartender's face is one pure confusion but he continues to oblige, wiggling his arms out from his suspenders and letting them droop alongside his legs. Your hands meet him at his waistline and you give a helping hand to pull his pants down, revealing a prominent bulge beneath plaid undergarments.

"Oh, I am sooooo drunk," the bartender says, stumbling on his words. A part of you feels justified to assume that this is a highly elaborate ploy for some police-entrapment sting operation, but you've already gone farther than needed to satisfy your current needs; not that you aren't willing to take it even further...

In one fell swoop you rip at the upper band of his underwear, bringing it down to his knees to reveal one flaccid, but girthy package. Your face is so close to it you can almost feel it's heat on your cheek. You look up once more at the man to assess his mood, who is still rightfully confused but also red in the face, and wrought with anticipation. You don't want to keep him waiting any longer...

You place a hand on the man's thigh and lean in, bringing your mouth around the expanding tip. You slowly push your face into the man's crotch as your tongue traces down to his cock's base. The bartender vocally stumbles on his groans of pleasure as you bring your face back to the now engorged tip, opening your mouth to accept it's entirety.

You inhale as the beast enters your maw, selfishly exploring all sides of the appendage with your tongue. The musk radiating from the man is intoxicating, providing a sense of fulfillment to wherever his dick does not. You bring your other hand down to your own crotch and lightly tease yourself alongside this spectacle. The bartender continues to moan, resting his hip against the counter as you continuously pleasure the man.

You wonder how long you could tease him, surely he has to be reaching his limits soon by the amount of noise he's making at your touch. You slowly speed up your rhythm on both the man's dick and your own.

As you do, however, the bartender grows silent. You glance up to see him squeezing his eyes shut and you feel his motion becoming more rhythmic, casually bucking his hips forward and thrusting his dick further down your throat; this is it...

In an instant, you feel pulse after pulse of liquid hitting the back of your throat, nearly causing you to gag. You fight the urge to pull away and continue to down the man's cum, surprised by how quenching the taste of it is. The bartender's torrential onslaught slowly subsides and he falls back against the counter, pulling his dick out of your mouth. You instinctively gag as he does so, and fall onto your back. As you open your eyes, you are greeted by a hand of the man you just sucked off in public, with which you pull yourself to your feet.