Reds: A Redneck Bar

When I retired and moved down to Dothan, Alabama I knew it was going to be hard to find other older gay men. Well, I didn't know the half of it. Oh, there's a gay bar in Dothan, but it's only full of young guys. The nearest gay bar for older men was in Atlanta. Therefore I found myself going to straight bars whenever the urge for social drinking would hit me. I couldn't have sex with any of the old guys I occasional saw in the straight bars, but at least I could enjoy the view. And heck, once in a great while one of them would get drunk enough that I would manage to give them a quick blow job in the bathroom or out in their trucks.

I found Reds when I was driving through the hilly country north of Dothan. It was nestled under a Spanish moss cover live Oak on the bank of Red River, a small creek turn red from the reddish clay soil through which it meandered. Actually the bar was just an old unpainted wooden house with a wraparound porch, something right out of "Tobacco Road".

The huge packed dirt parking lot in front of the old unpainted house was filled with pickup trucks. When I parked my Mercedes, I couldn't help but notice that mine was the only car and have to admit that it made me a little uneasy. But I shrugged off the feeling and went on in thinking surely none of the local rednecks would bother an old man like me.

Damn if about every head in the packed barroom didn't turn toward the door as I walked in. I stopped. In the mirror on the right wall I could see my image. Too much "Polo", I thought as I noticed that most all the other customers were wearing overalls and t-shirts or jeans and t-shirts. No one but myself was wearing a designer shirt and slacks.

Under the glaring eyes of the rednecks, I walked up to the bar and took a stool beside an old man wearing overalls that looked older than me. He was a big fellow with huge arms and a reddish complexion. Next to me, I'm only five feet nine inches, he looked like a bald headed giant.

The blond barmaid stood sizing me up for a long moment before she strutted over. "Are you lost?" She asked in a none to friendly manner.

"No, just need a cold Bud." I replied. I smiled.

"Suit yourself, Mister. But this ain't no fancy bar." She said as she dug into the cooler and pulled out a long neck Budweiser. "That will be a dollar fifty." 

I put a fifty on the bar and she looked like she was going to toss me right out. But she finally took the money and went to get my change.

"Where are you from "Fancy Pants"? The towering old man next to me asked in an almost downright unfriendly tone.

"I'm original from Rehobeth, Alabama but I moved down here from New York City." I replied as I took a swallow of my Bud. I glanced over at the old man next to me. I didn't mean to glance down at his crotch. I just did it out of habit. The big bulge caught my attention immediately but I force my eyes away and glance at the old man's face but even as I did so, I realized that he had seen me looking down at his crotch.

"Maybe you should have stayed up north." He told me.

I smiled at him and said. "Nay, it was too cold."

The old man turned to another old man sitting beside him, this one as exactly the opposite. He was tall and slim with a full head of gray hair. "Bet he's a fucking cocksucker." He said to the tall old man in a voice just loud enough for me to hear.

His friend leaned forward to look around the big guy. He stared at me openly. I smiled at him. He didn't smile back. Leaning back so that my view of him was block by the big guy next to me, I heard him say. "Sure dresses like a queer."

The big reddish old guy turned to face me again. "Larry thinks you might be queer." He said. "Are you?"

I hesitated, knowing that I should deny it. But I suddenly found myself saying. "I'm gay if that's what you mean."

"Queer, gay, what's the different?" The big guy asked.

I shrugged and said. "None."

"What's to keep me and my friend here from beating the shit out of you?" He suddenly asked.

"Nothing." I said as I calm took another drink from my beer.

"Ain't you scared of us?" He asked.

"Hell yes." I answered. "But I'd like to stay here if you don't mind."

"Why?"

I shrugged. "I like it here. You guys seem nice." I finally said. "I'm just tried of sitting home alone. I don't like drinking alone." I added.

The big guy turned to his tall old friend. "Hey, the queer likes us." He said. "What does that make us, queer bait."

Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. I glanced around to find a burley guy around forty standing behind me. "I'm going to beat the shit out of you, you fucking cocksucker." He said.

I guess I must have turned pale.

"Look he's about to shit in his pants." The young redneck called out to a table of his friends not far away.

"Leave him the fuck alone, Joe Bob and sit the fuck back down." The old guy ordered the young redneck in a voice used to giving orders.

"Mr. Cobb I was just helping you out." The young guy said in a suddenly meek voice.

"When I need help from you, Joe Bob, will be a cold day in Hell. Now get you ass back over there with your dirt buddy or I'll throw you ass out."

The young redneck turned on his heels like a whipped dog and hurried back to his friends.

"Are you the owner?" I asked.

"Yea. And I was about to throw your ass out but I've decided to let you stay. Guess every juke joint has to have some whores and a least one queer in it. Guess I'll let you be the queer." He said without even looking at me.

"Thanks... I guess." I said as I nodded to the barmaid and held up by empty bottle.

The blond looked over that the old man beside me. He nodded his head and she quickly got me another Bud from the cooler.

"My name Tom." I said turning to the big guy.

The big old man stared at me for a long moment before saying. "Woodrow Cobb." He held out his hand. I quickly shook it. Then he turned to the tall old men. "This is Larry Strickland." I shook hands with the tall old man. The grip of his oversized hand was powerful. I held on to his and as long as he would let me as I stared into his deep blue eyes.

"Don't they have a bar for your kind in Dothan?" The tall old man asked and he pulled his hand away from me.

"Yea, but I don't like it." I said leaning forward so that I could see around the big owner of the bar.

"Why?" The owner asked.

"Just a bunch of young fairies in there." I said.

The big old man next to me looked puzzled. "I thought you queers like to suck young dick?"

I looked at his reddish face and then over at the tall old man's long handsome face.

"You promise not to get mad at me if I tell you the truth?" I asked.

The big owner turned to this tall old friend. They exchanged looks. He looked back at me. "No, we're not going to get mad. Go ahead and tell us."

I leaned toward the owner and his friend and almost whispered. "I like older men." Then I waited for them to explode in anger. But they didn't react except to look at each other again.

"Woodrow you and Larry want to play some cards?" Someone called out from a big table in the corner of the bar.

"Hell yea." The big owner answered. "Be right there." Then he leaned his head closer to me and said. "I live in the first brick house on the right as he head toward Dothan. You stop by there in a couple of hours." He told me in a low voice than even his friend Larry couldn't have heard.

"Sure thing." I said as the old owner of the bar and his friend got up and walked back to the card table in the corner of the bar.

I stayed in Reds for long enough to down two more longneck Buds before leaving. Then I went to a nearby Hardee's for a hamburger. It was pass the two-hour timetable when I pulled into the driveway of the big brick home down the road form the bar.

I must admit to be more than a little nervous when I knocked on the front door.

The big old bar owner opened the door. "Come in, "Fancy Pants." He said opening the door wider.

I found myself in a room painted crimson and full of University of Alabama football trophies and picture.

"I played fullback back in the fifties." The old man said and he motioned me toward a sofa on which set the tall old friend, Larry, that had been sitting beside him at the bar.

"Hey, old man." Larry said as drunken voice I approached the sofa. "You suck dick?" And without waiting for me to answer he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his long uncircumcised dick. He pulled his hand and way from his dick and let it flop between his legs. "You want to suck my old pecker?" He asked, as I stood uncertain in front of him.

"Go ahead, Fancy Pants! Why do you think I would invite a queer to my house?" The old bar owner called out, slurring his words slightly.

I glanced back the big guy and saw that he was stripping of his overalls. I watched as he pulled down his boxer shorts. His uncircumcised dick was as thick as a Budweiser longneck and rested against a set of huge balls.

"Hell, what are you waiting for? Suck his dick or get the fuck out of here." The bar owner ordered.

I glanced into the blue eyes of the tall old man sitting on the sofa and wanted to lean over and kiss him but knew that would be a mistake. So I knelt down between his wide spread legs and grabbed the old man's long dick in my hand. Then as I looked up into his beautiful blue eyes, I closed my mouth around the head of his dick.

"Yea! Damn that feels good." The tall old man called out in a drunken voice. He took a deep drink of the beer he was holding in his left hand as I sucked on foreskin covered dick head. "He's much better than that whore Lucy." The old man called back to the bar owner, Woodrow, stand behind me.

"Larry, I wonder if he's a better fuck than she it." The old bar owner said as I suddenly felt him reaching around me and unbuckling my belt. He jerked my slacks down and then my jockey shorts. "Nice ass for such an old man." He added as he patted first one ass cheek and then the other.

I was suddenly as hot to get fucked as I could ever remember. My old asshole was twitching with anticipation of being penetrated by the old straight bar owner's fat dick.

"Let me put a little Crisco on my peter first." The big guy called out from behind me as I started swallowing more and more of his tall friend's dick while looking up into the tall man's sky blue eyes.

"He's a damn good cocksucker." The tall old man said looking down at me. He put his free hand on the back of my head and pulled my face against his crotch. "Take it all. Show me how good a queer you are, old man."

Still looking up at him, I deep throated his long peter, relishing the feel of his dick as it slid down my throat until my mouth was pressed against the fly of his jeans.

"Damn! That feels great." Larry called out. "Woodrow he's good."

"Yea, well let see how good his old ass can take my fat pecker." The old bar owner called out from behind me as I suddenly felt the head of his thick dick pressing against my old asshole. I let out a moan as the old man's thick dick entered me. Then my back arched as he drove his swollen dick deep inside my asshole.

"Larry, you won't believe how hot his asshole his. I bet he's been fucked a thousand times. Hell, my fat pecker slid in him faster than into a whore's pussy." Then I felt the old bar owner reach under men and grab my cock. "Shit, the old queer's got a cock bigger than the both of us." The old man exclaimed as he squeezed my huge dick.

I smiled. I always like to surprise people with the size of my dick. Seems people always expected a little man to have a little cock. Well, I had a monster dick.

Then as he fucked me hard and fast, Woodrow jacked my enormous circumcised dick. "Damn, he's got a horse dick." The old bar owner called out excitedly.

The tall old man pushed my head away from his dick. "I don't want to cum yet." He said. "Let me see your dick."

I stopped sucking the Larry's long beautiful cock.

"Stand up with him so that I can see his dick." The tall old man said. "Woodrow, stand him up. I want to see his dick if it's as big as you say it is."

"I always thought you were a little queer yourself, Larry" The old bar owner replied but he pulled me to my feet as he kept pumping his fat dick into me. "And damn if you aren't the one that's always wanted to get a queer to suck us off."

The tall old man didn't reply to the accusation as I stood up and my enormous cock came into view. Then he whistled. "I can't believe it. Damn, why should a little shit of an old queer have such a giant peter?" He said as he stared at my cock standing stiff only inches from his face.

The bar owner looked around me at his friend staring at my huge rock hard dick. "Hell, go ahead and suck it, Larry."

"Fuck you. I ain't no queer." The tall old man said but his drunken words lacked conviction.

"Come on. Suck his big dick. I've always wanted to watch you suck a dick." The old bar owner confessed.

The tall old man's eyes flicked up to his friend's face and then back to my dick.

"Go on and suck him a little." Woodrow urged as he rammed his dick inside me as hard as he could.

I watched as the tall old man took a deep drink of his beer and then with his free hand reached out and grabbed my dick. "Damn, I can't even reach around the shaft of his dick." Larry exclaimed. "Hell, I would love to watch him fucking a whore." The tall old man said as he moved his face nearer and nearer to my enormous dick. "His dick is thicker than yours Woodrow." The tall old man called out.

"Go ahead and suck it, Larry." The bar owner said.

"Told you I ain't no queer, Woodrow." Larry said but he didn't let go of my dick. He started jacking me with his face only inches from my dick. "Damn what a pecker." He said.

"Hell, I'm cuming!" The old bar owner shouted.

I felt him shooting his hot semen inside my ass. It felt wonderful. I pushed my ass against his crotch forcing his spewing dick deeper into me and enjoyed the rest of his load squirting inside me.

Then the big guy pulled his dick out of me and was standing beside me looking down at his tall friend. "Hell, go ahead and suck him a little." The bar owner told his tall friend.

"You won't tell anyone will you, Woodrow?" The old man asked looked up at his friend. "I just never seen a pecker as big and wonderful and the old queer's." He said as thought I wasn't even there.

The bar owner was already stroking his fat dick again. "Hell, I said I wouldn't. Go ahead and suck it."

The tall old man looked from his friend to my dick and then back to his friend. "Ok." He said, then I watched as he closed his mouth around the head of my cock.

"See how much you can get in your mouth." The old bar owner called out as he moved closer to his friend in order to get a better view.

I watched as the old man sitting on the sofa swallow inch after inch of my dick. The way he did it so easily caused me to think he probably had false teeth. I had long ago realized that people who have false teeth have less gag reflex. And damn if the old guy didn't deep throat my dick almost to its root.

"Damn, what a pecker." The old man said as he pulled his mouth away from my cock. He started jacking me again. "You want to come and look at it while I fuck him, Woodrow." The tall old man asked the bar owner.

I expect the big guy to answer angrily, but instead he said. "Sure let me take a look at it."

Then they exchanged places. The old bar owner staggered as he set down on the sofa in front of me as his tall friend moved behind me. I felt the tall old man pushing his long dick inside me almost immediately. It felt wonder as his long dick reached deeper inside my ass than the old bar owner's fat cock could get.

"Hell, you do have a horse dick." Woodrow said as he grabbed my cock in own hand and started jacking me as he jacked himself with the other hand. "Never even seen one of the black boys with a dick this big." He added as he inched his face nearer and nearer toward my dick until his mouth was almost touching the naked head of my enormous dick.

"Go ahead, Woodrow, and taste his pecker. It wasn't that bad." Larry called out from behind as he pumped his long dick in out of my asshole.

I really didn't expect the big guy to put my dick in his mouth, but he did. Suddenly he was sucking me and jacking himself off wildly. He didn't try to see how much of my dick he could get down his throat like his tall friend, he just sucked the big head of my dick like crazy.

Then damn if the three of us weren't cuming at the same time. The tall old man shot off inside my ass as I filled the old bar owner mouth full of cum. And instead of jerking his mouth away from my dick damn if the old bar owner didn't start swallowing my cum even as he shot off for a second time.

"Damn, I worn out." Larry said as he pulled his dick out of my ass and walked over to a Coke cooler and pulled out another Bud. "Woodrow you want another brew?"

"Hell, yea." The old bar owner said as he grabbed his overall and pulled a handkerchief out of the back pocket and began to wipe the cum off his legs and hand.

"How about you." Larry said pointing a beer at me.

"Yea, sure." I said as I too retrieved my clothes and started dressing.

I sat down on the sofa next to the old bar owner. He glanced at me as though seeing me for the first. "What goes on here stays here! You say anything about what we did here to anyone in the bar and your ass it going to be grass." He told me.

"I'm not going to say a word." I said taking the beer from his tall naked old friend. "I enjoyed it." I added.

"I got a tape of the last Alabama and Auburn game. You want to watch it with Larry and me?" Woodrow said still naked. He grabbed his fat cock and jacked it a few times. "Look, Larry, I'm still half-hard. Not bad for seventy-three it is?"

"Hell, Woodrow, I watched you fuck all night many a time. So what's new. You are nothing but a horny toad." The tall Larry said and laughed at his joke.

"You keep up with the jokes and I'll make you suck me off." Woodrow shot back. "Go get the Alabama and Auburn tape." He added.