smutty story

smut comes later

BOY X BOY

I anxiously walked into a bar for the first time in my life. It was quiet but with a faint buzz of talking and ice clinking against glass. There was a game of darts going on with a few drunken men playing, laughing, there cheeks red. Missing the baord by a few feet. I'd stear clear of that. There was a pool table A couple yards away from that.    'I love pool'  I thought. The cool air conditioned room hit my skin and it seemed my worries slipt away. I sat down on the coushiny red seat, a bar tender with thick grey hair slicked back seemingly stepped out of no where. He looked classy.
"I'll have an old fashioned." I said as I put down a five and a three ones on the counter bar.
"Coming right up."
The man said in a gruff voice as he reached his hand over, sliding the money off the bar and into his hands. He gave a shallow bow and left at a brisk pace.

I straightened my back, feeling more mature as I ordered my first drink. I had just turned 21 yesterday. I had nothing to do besides call my friends and have a toast to my birthday and fill my throat with fancy wine, so technically this wasnt my FIRST drink. But i had never been to a bar before. I just moved out of mom's house, into my very own apartment in NYC.

          I was lost in my own thoughts when the man with the rough hands came up to me with the drink, he set it down infront of me.
I looked at the drink with excitement. 
      "Thankyou"  I said as I lifted the drink up to my lips feeling old. I opened my mouth a little and let the bitter taste pour into my mouth. I took a small sip and took the drink from my lips, with a small smile on my face. Feeling a little sad about leaving home. I thought of Mom and her warm smile, her instense  joy when I would compliment her homemade meals. Her amazing Casserole, And her pink aperon tied around her.
          I furrowed my eyebrows annoyed I was alone for my twentyfirst Birthday. In a fast motion i lifted the drink to my lips and gulped it all down, my eyes squeezed shut. I put down the drink and cringed at the wave of bitterness in my mouth. I didnt want to end up like those old creeps playing darts so I shook my head refusing to get another drink. I stood up from the seat.
         I slowly walked over to the pool table, steering clear of the random ass darts flying around, trying to block out the loud laughter of those dumb, drunk men. I gently walked along the pool table, suprisingly no one was playing. I   grazed my finger tips along the green velvet material. I loved the way it felt against my skin and i gave a slight smile- I came to a stop when i felt shivers down my spine, as if someone was watching me. I turned my head curiously looking around, searching the bar. I found no one.
        I shrugged.  'probably cause its cold.' I thought. I reached for the thin wood polished down rod. I held it in my hands, feeling just right. I set my right hand at the top and my left at the side towards me. I hunched my back, my butt some what in the air, and i pushed the stick forward gently, knocking a ball that soared right into the hole in the corner. A bashful grin grew on my face and before I could straighten my posture, I felt two hands around my waist.

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