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Another St. Paddy's Day had rolled around. March 17th came out on a weekday and I wasn't sure if the crowds would pack the gay bars on a “school night.” I'm not of Irish extraction but you know how us fags are - any excuse to party. So I searched my wardrobe for some sexy green apparel. My dresser drawer produced a green jockstrap - just in case. A slutty sleeveless green t-shirt and my greenish camouflage shorts completed the look. I headed to my neighborhood watering hole, just close by enough so I could walk and not worry about getting caught by the cops if I'd been driving home sloshed. I walked in and was a little disappointed. The rest of the guys there evidently weren't yet as much in the holiday spirit as I was - not too much green. But the green decorations and the green beer specials were enough to cheer me up. I ordered a green draft from my favorite bartender, Dave. He at least was festive - in tight green boxer briefs and a green baseball hat - and nothing much else. I could feel some comfortable movement in my crotch as my eyes furtively checked him out. He was tall and slim, with ripped abs, a broad chest, and nice and smooth down to his waist. The usual drunks and hustlers who were regulars at the place were running him ragged ordering their cheap green beer, and beads of sweat were running down the small of his back, down his ass-crack, and staining the top of his shorts.

The bar got more packed as the night wore on. These queens were out to party hearty. Somebody put five dollars into the juke box to start playing all the Irish music that had just been added to the machine for the holiday. Just enough of the guys there knew at least some of the words to some of the songs to sing along. Was this what it might be like in a gay pub in Dublin? - or is getting stinkin' drunk on St. Patrick’s an American custom? Guys kept coming in, the regulars, older guys, younger guys, hustlers, the twink bus arrived, and tourists wandered in as well, looking for a real party. Jack the bar back seemed to be the only real Irishman there tonight. His grandparents were from the old country, and his green outfit outshone everyone else's. He wore a tight green tank top with something in Gaelic on it (he confided to me that it translated as “fuck me I'm Irish), tight green briefs, green socks, and even a green headband. He was sweating even more profusely than Dave. Scrambling around the bar picking up empties, washing glasses, rolling out kegs, and rolling out drunks, he was working hard. His tank top was drenched so he pulled it off, to the cheers of the customers around him. He was encouraged by this, and when some of the guys there started throwing dollar bills at him, he decided to show off his “Irish.”. Dave poured him a couple of quick shots of Jameson's Irish whiskey, and now there was gonna be no stopping Jack from expressing pride in his heritage. Jack climbed up on the bar just as something fast and nasty by The Pogues started playing on the jukebox. With only the tight green briefs to cover him up, Jack gathered up some of the other green that was being stuck down his shorts by the eager patrons.

Meanwhile Dave had gone over to the entrance and locked the door, a sure sign that the festivities were about to go x-rated. Jack danced up a storm, and as one of the drunken twinks stuffed a twenty down toward his stiffie, Jack tore off his green headband and draped it over the curly golden locks of his new admirer. Jack gulped down another shot of the Irish, and started his tease, pulling down his shorts a little in front, in back, on his sides. It didn't take much more screaming from the crowd for him to pull his briefs down on his ass - showing off his sweaty buns and skimpy tan line. He shook his booty and was driving everyone wild - but they wanted more. Jack pulled blonde boy's face over to his crotch. He leaned over and whispered something to him. The boy nodded, then climbed up on the bar with Jack. It was about to get much hotter. His name was Jeremy and he was about 5'7" (luckily ‘cuz the ceiling wasn't that far above their heads up there), and his curly mop topped a broad grin, blue eyes, and what looked like a nice build clothed. So far so good. Jack had their act all arranged. He quickly pulled off Jeremy's t-shirt, revealing the expected smooth slim body with washboard abs and a cute dusting of blond hair on his chest and above his belt. The two ground their bodies together doing as much dirty dancing as they could do precariously perched on the narrow wooden bar top. Jeremy broke away and, hanging on to a pole; he loosened his belt and dropped his baggy shorts. Now he was clad in nothing but some almost see-through white N2N briefs.

It was getting really hot in the bar - the AC was off, and the heat of the crowd and the summer night rose up to the dancing duo where it was even hotter. Down in the crowd, some of the other guys were losing their shirts and pushing down their loose jeans to show off at ground level. But most eyes were still on Jack and Jeremy. Dave had taken out his soda gun and started spraying the two. Jeremy's underwear immediately went transparent and by now his hard-on showed clearly, growing to one side, through his shorts. Jack didn't hesitate then to move behind Jeremy and slowly slide down Jeremy's briefs, teasing the crowd. Finally he pulled them off and Jeremy was standing there hot, wet, hard and naked. Next it was Jeremy's turn to do the same to Jack. But he was in a hurry and just yanked Jack's greens down in a second. Jack's own hard uncut eight-incher just flew up, being released from its confinement. The crowd went crazy for the two studs - between their sweat and Dave's spray, the liquids were streaming down their nude bodies all over. Some of the customers got up on their barstools and started licking the sweet and salty brine from Jack's chest and from Jeremy's bubble butt. Some of the more drunk hustlers who were already almost nude, decided to strip off as well and started dancing in every corner of the bar for their admirers, each the center of a group of horny men groping and sucking. Ever the party planner, Dave the bartender decided to have Jack and Jeremy lie down on the bar to sell bellybutton shots - for charity of course - five bucks a slurp. Tequila was the shot of choice as a dozen guys formed two lines to gulp a shot from the naked boys' navels - and if their tongue or mouth strayed innocently nearby - what the hell. The two J’s were so horny at this point that if somebody didn't swallow their swollen penises soon - they'd've had to jump down and find someone to face-fuck.

But all inhibitions aside, with more festive music coming from the jukebox, Jack and Jeremy went for an all-out sex show. Jeremy stayed down on his back, and Jack attacked his cock for all he was worth. He went straight for the deep-throat, swallowing Jeremy's full-grown nine-incher whole. His tongue licked it up and down, working especially the big cockhead. And Jeremy's balls were not forgotten as Jack swallowed first one then both. Jeremy squirmed in delight. But he was gonna get some too, front and back. He sat up and got Jack to stand facing away. Jeremy grabbed Jack's cock and balls from behind and began sucking them as he also caressed Jack's muscular ass. Jeremy couldn't resist for long and he got Jack to bend over on his knees so he could move his face right into Jack's asshole. His tongue darted into the winking hole surrounded with soft light brown hair. He licked and tongued and vacuumed and rimmed for like five minutes as gawkers moved closer to watch his expert ass assault. Meanwhile the naked hustlers were also pairing off and giving a show of their own. As "When Irish Eyes Are Smiling" finally started playing, Jack and Jeremy knew it was time for the finale of their show. Who was gonna top who? Was their any doubt? Jeremy turned over on his stomach and pushed his adorable buns straight up in the air as Dave handed Jack a condom to put on and some lube to grease up Jeremy's eager hole. Jack pushed his big cock in slowly, giving the younger guy a chance to get used to it. But it wasn't long till he was pumping away with a strong and deep motion. Jeremy moaned and yelled with ecstasy as Jack pulled him to his body as he continued to fuck him. To give the onlookers a better view, the two decided on a different position - missionary was a bit too predictable and slightly difficult to arrange on the narrow bar, so Jack sat down on the varnished wooden surface, facing the crowd, and Jeremy grabbed the pole next to him and slowly sat his fine ass down on Jack's straight-upward-pointing cock.

Don't ask me how they did it - I was pretty drunk myself at this point, and I think my shorts and jockstrap were down around my ankles and I could feel a warm mouth around my hot cock – but I continued to watch the pair on the bar, mesmerized. But between Jack thrusting his pelvis up and down, and Jeremy using a little leg support to sit up and down, it was a fucking great fucking show. Jeremy faced the crowd too, and as he jerked himself off faster and his breathing sped up as well, he suddenly let loose a series of flying arcs of hot cum all over the guys watching. They didn't seem to mind. He stood up and moved behind Jack. Jack pulled off the rubber and started stroking his dick. Some of the naked men in the crowd took the cue and raced to see who could cum the fastest or the longest. Jeremy leaned over Jack and kissed him passionately, as if Jack needed more inspiration. He started pumping his long cock with two hands and just as suddenly spurted a huge creamy load upwards, which floated down over happy faces and bare chests.

The other cum sluts around the bar let loose as well, making a sloppy mess all over the floors of the bar. Everyone in the place had sweat streaming down their faces and bodies, stunned and delighted with the orgy they'd just witnessed, or been part of. Nobody noticed when bartender Dave, now totally naked himself and showing off his amazing body, tattoos and various interesting piercings, jumped up on the bar and started spraying the whole place down with water from his juice gun. Steam was almost rising from hot floors and hot bodies. Just as suddenly, guess what came over the speakers. Well, of course it was “Danny Boy” and everyone in the place started wiping the cum off their bodies, putting their clothes back on, and singing along at the same time.

Yeah, it was closing time on St. Patrick's Day night, time for everyone to go home. Dave unlocked the front door and kicked everyone out. Two boys stayed behind though - Jack and Jeremy. These three still had one thing on their minds – ST. PATRICK’S DAY AFTERPARTY!!!