The Disgusting Bar Bathroom Handjob [MF] [Cheating]

I’d just turned 22, moved to this college town and was getting settled in my new apartment. Making the rounds on MySpace and managed to friend a very attractive local girl who was working at some pub I didn’t recognize, managed to make a date for her that Saturday night. I was feeling great about that.

Friday night rolls around and after work, a few coworkers want me to join them at some place downtown, turns out it’s not exactly a great spot. Retro themed place with sawdust on the floor, a VW Bug in the doorway, and a wrestling ring in the middle, I don’t know what the hell was going on but I played along.

Then, two or three beers in, I’m wrapping up the night, come back from the restroom and some girl, not my type at all, we’ll call her Katie, stops me drunk. She’s slurring her words and puts her arms around me, starts looking at my teeth and asking if we can “just fuck and that’s it”, and if I can come hang out with her and her friends at another bar.

I walked away with no intention of going, but when I parted ways with my coworkers and started heading home, it hit me. I don’t know anybody, it’s Friday night, and I’ve got nothing else to do. Katie was neither attractive to me nor sober enough to mess with, but maybe her friends were fairly normal and it’d be a fun night anyway. So I turned back.

When I got to the second bar, it was worse than the first. Far worse. I go inside, half the tile is missing and the tables are made of plywood. I nearly trip over some guy who was passed out next to the ancient radiator, wearing a hat but no shoes. Sure enough, Katie and her friends are all there at a table. I never even get to sit down and say hello before she’s all over me, grabbing at my dick, asking if I can fuck her in the bathroom. I let her have fun but I wasn’t going to act on it.

Then, one of her friends comes over to see what’s going on. This one’s actually really cute, and Katie starts egging her on.

“Grab his dick!”

“What?”

“Grab his dick! It’s thick! Feel it.”

“I’M MARRIED. I JUST GOT MARRIED, I’M NOT GOING TO GR-”

Katie took her hand and squeezed it around my dick through my pants. I was rock hard and it probably did feel unusually big wrapped up in the fabric.

“OH MY GOD! THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?”

“Isn’t it thick?”

I felt like I had to say something. “Shit, I didn’t know she was going to do that. That was messed up.”

“Sorry!” Katie slurred.

“It’s OK, it’s no big deal,” her friend sighed.

We tried to make small talk like this was normal for a few minutes while Katie fell all over me, and I managed to get her laughing. Katie eventually started repeatedly asking to go the bathroom to see my dick, and somehow, all three of us ended up in there.

Before long, my dick was out, but Katie was sitting in the corner on the disgusting floor, half catatonic, while her married friend rubbed it and we made out.

She was a small girl and I put her butt up on the sink, spread her legs and fingered her under her skirt for a minute, then reached for my wallet when she was wet and starting to squirm. As soon as I ripped open the condom, she stopped me.

She wiggled her ring at me. “Come on. No way.”

Fuck. She did get down on her knees though and keep stroking me, then spit on my head to lube it up. I looked over and could see Katie was sort of awake, but didn’t really seem to know what was going on either way.

Then the pounding on the door started.

“Just a minute!”

From outside, another woman yelled. “You guys have to get out of there!”

The married girl looked at me. “It’s the bartender, she’s our friend, she’s not going to do shit. Just finish.”

Fuck. She did try to hurry it along, stroking furiously until I shot onto the floor.

More pounding at the door while I zipped up. “All of you get the fuck out of there right now! I’m fucking serious!”

I was ready to bail. This place was disgusting and it was only more obvious after I’d cum and lost all interest in it. “Get your friend.”

She grabbed Katie while I tried to scrub up the cum with a wad of paper towels using my shoe. I didn’t bother to pick it up, just kicked it over to the garbage can. There was plenty of junk all over the floor anyway, including cigarette butts.

As I awkwardly closed out my tab, I could hear Katie slurring again, asking the bartender for a pen. She limped over to me and gave me her phone number scribbled on a piece of paper, barely legible.

What. The. Fuck? I took it to be polite and gave her a goodnight hug, left a $20 on the bar, and when I got outside, threw the number in the garbage and walked home, hoping I’d never see the inside of that place again.

In the morning, I sobered up, and texted the girl from MySpace to nail down our date.

“Where do you want to meet tonight? I know a good Chinese place.”

The wall of text I got back started with the words “Uh, excuse me?” and was probably the angriest text I’ve ever gotten in my life. I was a fucking asshole and a piece of shit, Katie’s a nice girl who really likes me and I’d better not hurt her, and Melissa, who I could only assume was the married girl, literally *just* got married and her husband is a nice guy who doesn’t deserve that.

Whoops.

The bartender. The hot MySpace bartender I was supposed to meet was the same bartender who’d been banging on the door and gave Katie the pen to write down her phone number. I hadn’t really gotten a good look at her in the dark bar. Guess I kind of messed that all up.

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