I nodded as I knew all of this and the rest of the guys looked disgusted by the descriptions. I smirked as I raised my voice and used my best whiny voice as I called out, “John, Mark’s killing our erections with his gross talk about people dying of strokes.”
John yelled back, “Damnit, Mark, leave the twinks alone!”
We all howled with laughter as Mark waved his hand dismissively at us and walked away. We all laughed and went back to cooling down. By then I had taken it as a granted that as the sole straight guy that worked at the club, I would always have a target on my ass. Plenty of guys had offered to help me with my problem. Some had come straight out and said that they would fuck my ass so long and hard that I’d forget what it was like being straight. Plus there were the other twinks that volunteered to suck my cock at the drop of a hat. I wouldn’t have been surprised if there was a bet going on me having sex with another guy.
Anthony, Tim, and I had several conversations about the benefits of gay sex over straight sex, which was always hilarious to all of us because I had never had gay sex while they had never had sex with a woman. So the benefits of either usually boiled down to us making fun of the other as crudely as possible. We had gone on for quite a while trying to one-up each other with crude, lewd, and usually cliched remarks about gay vs straight. Going back and forth between us was usually one of my favorite things about working with these two.
But as I looked around tonight, I could definitely see that I fell into the twink category rather than the top category. I was surprised that I didn’t take offense at this. I certainly wasn’t submissive or anything like that, but I could never see myself stacking up against any of the tops that worked here. I shrugged and got back to work as the first customers arrived. It was always funny seeing the first arrivals. They were always so eager to start and so scared they would miss out on the fun. The games weren’t even supposed to start until 10 pm.
As the night went on, the club filled up pretty fast, and by 10 pm we were packed. I had already made $150 just in tips. I loved private party nights. The first game was basically a digital version of rolling a pair of sex dice. One dice had a sex act: lick, kiss, bite, suck, etc. the other had various parts of the male body: ass, cock, balls, mouth, tongue, nipple, etc. The player just pushed the “roll” button and everyone got to see the results on the big screen on the side wall. The first guy rolled lick and nipple. Everyone cheered and he looked around and chose one of the main-stage dancers, Rick.
The next guy rolled suck and tongue. This got a loud cheer and it grew even bigger when he chose Andy, one of the cage dancers. Everyone cheered as the lucky guy and Andy basically made out on stage. The next guy rolled suck and ass. Which caused the club to erupt with laughter, cheers, and enthusiasm. This guy picked me and I was helped onto the bar by the other bartenders. I positioned myself on my hands and knees, giving him full access to my assless backside. Mark, who was officiating, called over the microphone to remind the guy that he rolled ass and not asshole, garnering a mixture of laughter and regretful moans from the crowd.
I played along and ended up with a set of hickeys on my exposed ass cheeks. We all laughed and had a great time. Of course, the other bartenders continuously smacked my ass cheeks the rest of the night. We poured more drinks as more guys rolled. Mark had told us to hold off on offering body shots until we were between games. I looked up as one lucky guy began sucking Richard’s balls on the main stage. Richard was another main-stage dancer and usually played the “Conan” gimmick with a furry loincloth, furry boots, fake sword, etc.
As the game continued, the other bartenders were chosen by customers during their turns. Anthony had someone suck his toes, and surprisingly the guy seemed to really enjoy it. Tim had a guy suck his nipples, leaving them both red with hickeys. We all laughed and continued having a good time, serving drinks and generally playing around. Mark had even suggested that we host a mud-wrestling event amongst the employees and possibly make them strip their opponents naked to win. However, we all quickly vetoed that idea, as none of us wanted to get covered in mud, though surprisingly none of us were against wrestling or strip wrestling.
As the game was finally coming to a close, the bartenders and I began discussing when we should offer body shots. Anthony suggested that we could offer banana splits served on the bar between our ass cheeks. We all howled at the idea, but we honestly considered it when we thought about how much money we could make. After Tim confirmed we had all of the ingredients, including chocolate sauce, Anthony made his way to Mark to see if he’d go for it. Judging by the big smile on his face followed by laughter, I judged he was good with it. As Tim and I prepared the fixings, John and two other bouncers came up to the bar, after Mark had indicated for them to stay near us.
As John approached, I spoke into his ear and told him what we were going to do. He was all for it and asked what we needed from them. I asked if he and the other bouncers were good with situating the ice cream, bananas, and chocolate sauce between our ass cheeks once we laid down on the bar. John smiled widely and nodded, he then added, “Yeah, we got you guys. We’ll make sure no one gets too anxious with you guys too.”
Once I gave Tim and Anthony a thumbs up, Anthony pulled me in close and whispered, “You do realize that their probably going to rim your asshole, once they’ve eaten the ice cream and banana? No matter what, your ass cheeks and asshole will be covered in melted ice cream and chocolate sauce. With an ass like yours, they’re going to want a taste. Are you ok with that?”
I blinked and then thought about it for a second. It had been our idea and they were both ok with it, of course, they were both gay and had probably experienced being rimmed before. But I wasn’t going to back out now, so I just shrugged and replied, “Yeah, I’m good with it. If you guys can handle it, so can I.”
Tim grinned as Anthony slapped my ass, as he said, “This is going to be so much fun!”
As John gave me a boost up onto the bar, the other two bouncers did the same for Tim and Anthony. We then turned around to show our asses, as Mark announced over the microphone, “Gentlemen, we have an exclusive offer for you tonight. Our staff will begin serving banana splits between the ass cheeks of our gorgeous bartenders for those of you prepared to make an offer. Just look at those asses, guys. We have three gorgeous bartenders and you can choose which one you’ll taste. The bidding on each tasty ass begins t $100.”
I laughed, bent over, and shook my ass, as the other bartenders and I listened to the bids quickly reach $500. Mark loudly proclaimed that our asses taste great even without ice cream and chocolate sauce, earning a loud cheer as the bids went higher. Tim’s bid ended at $750. Anthony’s bid ended at $700. My bid actually went to $1000 after several guys pooled their money and went in together.