Sucking Stranger’s Cock I Met At Bar

This stranger from a rundown bar wanted to fuck me and all I could think about was his cock. It was mine, right there for the taking. I was placing soft wet kisses on his face while my right hand began to undo the zipper of his pants.
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I was trying to make the best of it. There just wasn’t enough alcohol at the bar to make me forget I was a fish out of water.
It wouldn’t hurt to try though.
“Can I get a vodka and cranberry?” I called to the bartender.
The gruff looking guy shot me a look that should have been enough of an answer.
“Look, man, we got beer and whiskey!” He shouted over the music. “Best I can do is a rum and coke or something!”
I nodded, and the guy pushed himself away from the bar to fetch the drink. The thought of beer made me sick, so whiskey was definitely out. I should have known better than expect anything more from such a shithole bar in the middle of nowhere. It was where Leah had begged us to go. I was still cursing myself for even considering it.
The band on stage was insanely loud. I couldn’t even think straight. The light show was pretty impressive for such a little place. It wasn’t my style of music, but they weren’t a bad band at all. Leah supposedly knew the drummer. It was one of the reasons she’d wanted so desperately to come. I scanned the crowd of dancing bodies but I couldn’t see my sister anywhere. It crossed my mind that the long line for the bathroom across the way could very well be Leah’s fault if she had gone in there with someone and-
“Here you go, dude.”
I glanced down at the drink the bartender had all but...