Collection of Very Short Stories based on prompts that have been sent to me. Anyone is welcome to send me a prompt and I will see what story I can come up with. I'm marking this complete, because each story is its own complete story and will only be...
So this prompt was from a naughty stranger. He/she wanted MingYo, ForthYo, and PhaYo smut. The way it was worded I'm not sure if he/she wanted all of them at one time or one at a time or what. So I decided to do one at a time. I'm sorry if that wasn't what you wanted, because I really do try to think of something for every request. If it really wasn't what you wanted, let me know and I will try a new story for you. This person also requested that they meet at a bar, hence the name.
WARNING. I don't normally write smut scenes. I believe this story represents attempts 3 through 6 of my total smut count. So please be kind but feel free to tell me what you think. I'm always open to suggestions about my writing. Be warned: unlike a lot of my other content, this is smut. Even though I tried to make it into a real story, for this entire request "The Bar," all parts contain smut. If you are underage, or not interested in boyxboy sex or just not into smut: skip this. All parts of The Bar are mature.This will contain sexual references, profanity, vulgarity, adult themes, and boyxboy sex.
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The room was noisy. Filled with too many bodies. The sweat, cigarette smoke, flashing lights, loud voices, and music were overpowering.
Ming sat at the bar, watching the cute boy on stage, singing for the crowd. He was on his second glass, but he didn't intend to drink more. If he got drunk, he'd never be able to get close to the boy and that was his goal. He'd seen the boy before, of course, everyone had. His face was as beautiful as any girl's. His voice as seductive as a mythical siren's. And his body was an aphrodisiac, bringing even the straightest man to his knees.
As soon as the song ended, a short, dark man caught up with the boy and whispered in his ear before rushing away. The boy didn't even look after him, just nodded his head and continued on his path to the bar. He always took the same seat, the stool at the far right, at the end of the bar where there were no tables, just an old jukebox that never played.
Ming was two seats away, so as soon as the boy took his seat, Ming took the spot next to him and blocked off any of the less confident or less competent suitors.
"Can I buy you a drink?" Ming asked, giving the boy a long, slow look. He leaned closer, taking in the boy's scent. His breathing quickened, betraying his arousal, but the boy only nodded his head, not even looking his way.
Ming signaled for the bartender, who immediately dropped a drink in front of the young singer. Without so much as a glance in either direction, the boy downed the drink then got up and began to make his way to the back of the bar, an area marked "Private: For Employees Only."
"Aren't you even going to thank me?" Ming asked, his voice betraying annoyance and a little bit of desperation.
The boy stopped, turned to look at Ming for a moment, then brought their bodies in close contact and pressed his lips to Ming's. It was a heated kiss, almost angry, challenging Ming to meet the demands of the other. Ming put his arms around the boy's waist, crushing their bodies together as though they were one. Their tongues twined together in an intricate design that had Ming gasping for air when they broke apart.
