The queer pub

I wrote this story on here a few years ago but it got deleted for some reason.

The Queer pub.The following story is true, as far as I remember it. ‘The Queer pub.’It was early 1960s I was engaged to be married in a few months, and some of my pals wanted to go for a pint. One chap said he’d heard about a gay pub in Walsall and why didn’t we go there, just for a laugh. Except in those days gay meant happy not queer! So we all went to this pub, it was called the ‘Fountain’ and was run by a woman in her 60s everyone called aunty. When we arrived Aunty refused to let us in, saying she thought we were from the rugby club and had caused trouble there, the week before. Standing at the door I could see a few women and girls sitting talking to each other, and men at the other end. I decided I’d go back by myself, so the following week I went there again. This time aunty didn’t take any notice of me and I went in without a problem. There weren’t many in there, being mid week, Two men sitting at a table over one side, one man wearing stage makeup, an old chap at the bar and Aunty and her friends sitting at a table by the door. Auntie was a big woman with long grey hair, on one side of her was another woman that she was talking to, but what took my attention was a woman of about 40 sitting on the other side wearing a Midlands Red bus conductors uniform, complete with red piping along the sleeves and trousers, and sitting on her lap was a young girl, probably about 20, wearing what looked like a white bridesmaid dress puffed up with several under skirts, the conducteres had her arm firmly around the girl. I stood at the bar next to the old chap who started talking to me. He told me Aunty used to be in the theatre and the pub was popular with actors and actresses, although what theatre they came from, I’ve no idea. I couldn’t keep my eyes off the two sitting at Aunties table, I was trying not to stare but the woman in uniform was kissing the girl on the mouth and sliding her hand up the girl’s thigh, under the dress. The effect on me was electric, I’d never seen anything like it before and I broke out in a cold sweat. I turned back to face the bar and the old chap said to me “are you alright ” I said “yes, I’ve got to go, could you tell me where the toilet is please”? He said “out the back and across the yard “It was just an outhouse poorly lit with a trough along the bottom of one wall. I’d just got my stiff cock out when the old chap from the bar came in and stood close to me. He whispered “are you sure you’re alright ” and I felt his left hand feeling my bottom, then his right hand slowly took over, pushing my hand off my cock, as he held it gently, he then started to pull my tight foreskin back, I watched as the skin squeezed my knob as he pulled it back as far as it would go leaving my shiny swollen knob fully exposed!! This was just too much and my balls just exploded sending a large squirt of cum at the wall in front, I watched as the white cream ran slowly down the concrete. He whispered “that’s better isn’t it ” as a shiver went down my back and my knees went weak. It was the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had, up till then, and the most exiting experience since I met a man when I was a little boy. But that’s another story.