The bar

As Sarah dozed, Tom wandered outside. He saw a taxi and waved at the driver.

"Where you going?" asked the dark haired, beer bellied driver.

Tom opened the car door to the front seat and scooted in. "A bar with lotth of thexy men," he lisped.

The driver rolled his eyes. "Another fag," he thought.

"I don't have much money, but I can pay another way," Tom offered.

"Hey, I'm married. I don't swing that way," the driver said as he slammed on the brakes.

Wasting no time, Tom leaned over and french kissed the man. Although Tom tried to swallow every drop of Sarah's cum, a little remained. Just enough to affect the driver.

Tom reached over and grabbed the driver's crotch. His cock started to get hard.

Tom's head slid downward as he unzipped the driver's pants.

The driver gasped, "I'm married. I may swing that way."

Tom's mouth engulfed the driver's 6-inch rock hard cock. His tongue swirled around the tip. Sarah's tiny bit of cum coated the driver's balls. The balls began to retreat just the tiniest bit bit the cock thickened just as much.

The driver started to breath heavy. "On, honey, I'm married. But I definitely swing this way." He placed his heavy hand on Tom's head and **** it down hard on his cock. His hand thinned out and his fingernails grew. Pink nail polish appeared on each fingertip.

"I'm married?" the driver asked in a higher voice. "No woman ever sucked a cock as good as a man."

Tom's sucked hard. The driver came hard. Both their minds, were filled with images of hard cocks, luscious asses, muscular abs. Lust for men erased any thoughts of pussy, tits, or heterosexual sex.

The driver's beer belly dwindled as his need to suck cock grew. He grabbed Tom's head and raised it up to kiss him. And kiss they did. so the driver could savor drop of his own salty cum with just a smidgen of Sarah's cum.

The driver pushed Tom back. In a very feminine tone, he said, "Hold on, honey. I know just the bar we're going to. Lots of horny men."

The driver pushed on the gas pedal and spun the wheels.

Tom's eyes widened and whined, "We want to get there in one peithe. Don't need to break and laws getting there."

The driver smirked. "If we do, we'll just double team the cop who stops us." He swallowed the last bit of cum as he pulled up to a rather nice tavern with a blinking neon sign that read "Lucky's."

Both grinned and wiped their chins. They got out of the car and entered the bar. It was a nice neighborhood tavern with a couple screen showing sports filled with mostly married men who stopped by for a quick drink. None of them knew how the two new patrons were about to rock their worlds.