Daddy M & Bartender

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This is the first of several stories I will be posting each week. All of this is true, and really happened to me. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed doing it!


It was the fall, and I was away from home for the first time in a very long time. I was on the west coast, visiting a good friend and former daddy of mine whom I hadn’t seen for a few years. I’ll call him Daddy M, or just Daddy, here. Now, I could probably fill an entire book with the stories I have of Daddy M , but this particular tale is actually about a third person the two of us picked up together – something that as tops, we enjoyed doing frequently.

Since arriving a few days ago , my visit primarily revolved around food, fucking, and drinking.  Overall pretty great. Daddy M lived within walking distance of a number of gay bars, which is how most of our evenings were spent. Being a gay bar, naturally the bartenders were all very hot, and luckily, mostly not straight. It’s always a little annoying when you find out the hot guy making your drinks and flirting with you is in fact straight – what’s the point of being able to look if I can’t also hogtie him and throw him in my trunk? Well, one bartender in particular caught my eye. Just a few years older, strawberry blonde hair, and a sexy beard right under a very impressive mustache, and 100% gay. We’ll call him Bartender (Original, I know).

I probably spend the next fifteen or so minutes just trying not to gawk at this gorgeous man while  he works. Then I see Daddy M just chatting with him like they’re old friends.

Because they are. Daddy calls me over and introduces us, and fuck if this guy’s not even sexier up close. Not only that, but he’s easy to talk to. As we order more drinks, we keep talking, smiling, flirting – whatever you want to call it, there was something there. The connection was so instant that I really had to consider if he was just doing this for the tip.

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