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It was your typical day at Paddy's Pub-- arguments, banter, drinking and scheming. As usual, everybody was drunk and tired. It was almost closing time, and the Gang decided that they should head home. "Wait, guys," said Charlie, "Why don't you guys go home and I'll stay here and clean up the bar." "Okay, Charlie," said Frank, "But you have to come back to the apartment to play nightcrawlers when you're done here." Dee, Frank, Mac and Dennis drove home to their apartments. Charlie saw them off, and as soon as the coast was clear, he went into the back office, opened his wallet, and pulled from it a picture of the Waitress. He started to rub his cock through his jeans, which he had found washed up under a bridge along the Schuykill River. He pulled out his dick and started fapping to her picture. His dick was above average, about seven inches long and 3 1/2 inches in circumference.His dick was fully hard now. He stared at the picture, jerking it and wondering why she always rejected him. He was tired of rejection, tired of her. The attraction had dwindled to a purely physical one after so many failed romantic conquests. Charlie continued fapping until a small noise brought him to his feet. He tucked his dick back into his underwear, zipped up his jeans quickly and opened the office door to see where the noise came from. He then saw Mac, looking around behind the bar counter. "Mac! What are you doing here, bro? I thought you went home with Dennis?",asked Charlie in a tone more annoyed than inquisitive. "I think I left my keys here. You didn't happen to see--" Mac froze. He was paralyzed by the sight of Charlie's still-throbbing dick in his snug jeans. Mac stammered "I--you--did you see...did you see my-my keys anywhere?" Mac struggled to maintain eye contact with Charlie. "Nah, I haven't seen 'em. Is that all you wanted? I was kinda in the middle of something here, Mac. The bar doesn't clean itself, you know.",Charlie growled. "Y-Yeah. Well, Okay. I'll look...I'll look for them somewhere else then. See ya.", said Mac. Mac opened the door to leave when suddenly he was halted by Charlie's hand on his shoulder. "Wait. Wanna do something fun?" said Charlie. Mac smiled.
Mac took off Charlie's Shirt, jeans, and boxer briefs. Mac was all over Charlie's dick and drooled on it. This was the first time he had given head except for with Carmen, so he wasn't very experienced. He accidentally scraped it with his teeth a couple of times. Charlie laughed and cryptically said "No big deal. It happens to the best of us."
Charlie threw Mac onto the pool table. He climbed on top and they started kissing. Charlie pulled off Mac's pants and shirt and began sucking his cock. Mac's was about half an inch shorter than his. Charlie ran his lips up and down the side of his dick. Mac laughed whenever his dick brushed Charlie's scruffy beard. He then put it on his tongue and began sucking deeper and deeper. Mac squirmed with pleasure. Charlie sucked as deep as it could go, nearly entering his esophagus. He yanked his head back right before Mac had the chance to cum. "Are you ready for the real fun to begin?" asked Charlie. He did not wait for the answer. He led Mac to the bar counter and they both climbed onto it. Mac spread his ass cheeks apart in anticipation of Charlie's hot, shiny, throbbing dick. Mac's drool still covered it, so he went ahead and took the plunge. Mac moaned and Charlie grunted, both with satisfaction. Charlie pumped into his best friend's tight asshole harder and harder. Both men were starting to perspire slightly. Charlie bent down and sucked Mac while fucking him. Both men were very close to cumming. Charlie came up and started kissing Mac, embracing his shaking body. All of their shared experiences as friends seemed to come to a climax here: their childhood friendship, all of their bar exploits, the fun they had with the Nightman Cometh, when they faked their deaths, when Charlie taught Mac hockey, when they got trapped in a deserted pool, everything resonated between the two man with each passionate thrust of Charlie's pelvis. "I love you," said mac. They both were seconds from cumming when Dee came bursting into the bar, with a boner. She said "hey Boners, look at my boner." Dee then whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said 'FRESH' and it had dice in the mirror If anything I can say this cab was rare, but I thought, 'Nah, forget it' - 'Yo holmes, to Bel Air! I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo holmes smell ya later!' I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to settle my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.