British pub with extra services that no other pubs have

1. Taking my lover to an old quaint pub that’s set on the Yorkshire moors for a drink and meal. We entered, it was full of dark timber beams, wooden panels, small individual alcoves that set it apart from the big open and noisy modern pubs you find these days.

Ordering our drinks (he had a beer, myself not being a beer lover had a soft drink) and meal, we eventually sat in one of those alcoves away in the corner. It's really snug here i said as i sat along side him. My manners i forgot to introduce us, I'm Dave and my lover is Stew. Whilst Stew was looking around at the different artefact’s hanging up, i brushed my thigh against his, he looks back at me "not here Dave" he smiled as he told me off.

Eventually our food had arrived Stew had the ploughman’s, I had spaghetti with meal balls in sauce. Being the frivolous person I am, I started to tease Stew with the way I ate my spaghetti, instead of eating it like normal people would, i was seductively sucking each strand slowly into my mouth. "You swine" he said chuckling away at my antics.

But for me I wanted to go further, as soon as we had both eaten, my hand went onto his thigh and started squeezing rhythmically, slowly moving up his leg, Stew frantically looked around to see if anyone was looking which they weren’t, they were at the bar counter engrossed in their own local topic of conversation.

As my hand grew bolder Stew parted his legs slightly allowing my hand to rest on his cock. Again squeezing him my fingers could feel through his jeans that his cock stirring and swelling up in his pants. "Ohhh god" he moaned as my hand and fingers started to rub him firmly.

It was getting too much for me as well, I had to stop doing what i was doing to Stew so that i could unzip myself. The look on Stew's face as i pulled my cock out, but without any hesitation his fingers wrapped around my now hard stem, moving them up and down. Already there were signs or precum emerging from the end which he polished it into the head making it glisten in what light there was. My breath started to get heavier with every stroke, trying not to be obvious at what was happening. Stew had had enough of me rubbing him through his clothing and too unzipped himself so i could feel him properly.

Both of us in this pub jerking each other off, without fear of embarrassment or being caught.

As soon as i was thinking this, without realising a guy appeared at our table, look down at both of our cocks and said "may i?" And with that he move in between us, sat down, smiled and without any kind of permission from either of us took our cocks into his hands, doing all the things we like when edging each other. "Oh fuck me" i cried out from behind my hand which was over my mouth, his hand was smooth as it floated over my cock. Stew didn't say a word, but his panting told me everything i needed to know. Who is this guy i kept thinking, but at the end of the day, logic tells me who gives a fuck. "OMG" he's sucking me, his mouth was unbelievably tight but strangely cold, with each downward pressure from his mouth my foreskin rolled over rim of my mushroom dome sending me into rapture, my body had started to stiffen up, moving my hips up and down with every powerful suck. Gasping out loud, my senses of where i was blown right out, all i wanted was for this guy not to stop sucking me. Two bare legs appeared on top of the table where we were sitting, it was Stew, he's stripped off his trousers and pants, naked from the waist down pumping his hard-on, and here was i with my hard-on through the zip of my trousers thinking how brave i am. I'm not going to be upstaged by Stew, I'll join him i thought. It was like telepathic thinking our "friend" pulled off me and went straight down onto Stew's cock, "FUCKING HELL, SUCK ME YOU BASTARD" poor Stew was really being worked on, with his legs stretched out, thrusting with the rhythm of the mouth that he's now having the pleasure of. As all of this was happening, i struggled to rid of my trousers and pants, finally i too was naked waist down, kneeling on the seat with my prick standing straight out, throbbing, i urge the guy to wank me which he did, his had was tight and sliding up and down my stem faster than before, "OOOHHHH FASTER DONT STOP" i was so close to cumming, precum was bubbling copiously out through the end of my cock, dripping down onto the seat. Stew was gasping for more air his body was bouncing and arching "I'M CUMMING, omg I'M CUMMING" cried out Stew. This guy has got Stew more aroused than i have in all the years I've known him, and in such a short time. OOOHHHHHH! As i looked across the table, a rope of thick white spunk shot high into the air, then another load and another, it seems that Stew was emptying his whole body of sperm that’s been stored in him. My balls felt fingers cupping them, rolling the balls, that was all i needed to push me over the edge. I screamed loud as each load exploded out of me, the pressure in my balls forced my spunk out and hitting Stew's body and dripping onto the table. It took both of us awhile to come back down and enjoy the afterglow. Once we were calm and back to reality, the guy who gave us the best orgasm we've ever had, has gone, leaving us to get ourselves dressed. Upon leaving as we walked towards the door, the bartender ask us if we had enjoyed time here. With a flushed face i said we had. "I see you met John then?" She inquired. "Did you see him?" I asked her, "oh god no, but we could hear you" was her surprising reply. "He's well known to give strangers a good hand job and sucking, its his way of getting those strangers to remember him". "Where does he live? "Here" was the reply to my question, "he died in 1912, he's our ghost, the best advert we could possibly have".

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