Lonely Barkeep's Late-Night Stroke
In the dim light of the empty bar, Cristian, a cute emo twink with a thick, uncut cock, feels the weight of the day's homoerotic tension. He's been eyeing the patrons, their hungry gazes, and the barely concealed bulges in their jeans. Now, he's alone, free to indulge. He pushes his pants down, letting his cock spring free. It's already leaking, the tip glistening with precum. He runs a finger through it, using it as lube as he starts to jack off. His strokes are slow, deliberate, drawing out the pleasure. He imagines the hands on his cock are those of a regular, a cute twink who's been flirting with him all night. The fantasy spurs him on, his strokes becoming faster, more urgent. He's close, his breath ragged, when the bar phone rings, shattering the moment. He groans, reluctantly letting go of his cock to answer it.