There was a bar close to where I lived that I liked to go to. It was nice because I could get a little bit wasted and not have to worry about getting a cab or even walking too far as it was just a couple of streets away. When I had a bad week, or even a good week I guess, I would go down there on a Friday night and get shit faced then stumble home. I never failed to make it home successfully, although once there I often passed out on the couch and once or twice the floor on the way to the couch.

One night I had a been there for a bit drinking with friends when they had all decided to head out before it got too late. We were all getting to the point of being pretty drunk and had hit on a few women in the bar without any luck coming from it so the ones who had girlfriends picked them up. The guys who didn't called a cab and I decided to stay for a couple more beers. I wasn't really feeling that I hit the wall yet and why waste a good night sober.

I ordered another beer and as I was tipping it back I noticed a girl sitting by herself across the bar. I didn't remember seeing her but my vision was getting to the point where the darkness of the bar was affecting its clarity.

Had I hit on her yet? Probably a bad question to ask and if I had to then I should have left it alone, but the alcohol had given me an overinflated confidence thinking that if I hadn't then I had a shot to get lucky tonight, and if I had already hit on her then I could make up for a swing and a miss earlier.

My brain wasn't working to the best of it's ability anymore so my opening line wasn't great.

"Hey uh, have I hit on you yet tonight?" Was what I asked her.
She looked at me and arched her eyebrow, politely but curtly said no and then turn away from me. The no was all I need to hear to keep going.

"Oh, good. I didn't think so. I would have remembered if I had but after a few of these," I shook the almost empty bottle in my hand, "sometimes I can't tell."

She didn't answer and kept looking away. I should have realized her posture and demeanor was uninterested, but all that did was make me want to change her mind. Without anyone there to stop me and pull me back I was going to continue making a fool of myself.

"So, what's going on tonight?" I asked and then placed my had on the bar to lean on it.

The only answer she gave was a slight head shake and she continued looking in the opposite direction. No part of her wanted to engage with me and I almost turned around to leave thinking why waste my time when the bravado and inebriation got the best of me.

"Yo, what's your problem anyway? I'm just asking you a question. Why'd you gotta be a bitch about it?"

That made her turn around.

"Look, asshole. I tried to be polite and show I wasn't interested. I answered you at first and did everything I could to tell you I was not looking for a conversation, it's not my fault you can't pick up o body language. Now, if you wouldn't mind, could you please get lost?"

There was anger in her eyes as she glared at me. The look didn't waver and she didn't back down, which riled me up inside. I was about to say something back when two men came over from the doorway.

"Hey, Liv, you alright?" The clean shaven man with brown hair asked first.
The other friend, a more muscular man with a big chest and short beard added in.
"Yeah, this asshole bothering you?"

"No. No, he was just leaving," she said and looked at me flatly.
It wasn't as angry before but more threatening, like I better leave because she has back up now.

I was too far gone now. My pride was hurt and, again, there was nobody on my side to tell me to let it go. This wasn't who I was all of the time, but sometimes, when I drank too much, it came out and I couldn't stop it.

"Ah, I see. You already got someone to fuck the tightness out of you tonight huh? You let them both hit it at the same time or do they take turns?"

This sets off the bearded man, who aggressively rushes around her chair towards me while the other holds him back.

"Richard don't. You know what this is, it's just some drunk dipshit who hasn't been laid in months. Let's just go."
"Yeah Rich, let's leave this asshole and go," Liv added.
She turned to me as she stood up, "they're gay by the way, but they're way more of a man than you are little boy."

Liv and the clean cut friend turned away. He put his hand on Richard's arm and pulled him with them, but Richard didn't seem like he was done.

"I don't know Liv, I think this guy must be pretty manly with his big attitude. You got a big swingin' dick to go along with that attitude Mr Big Man?"

Liv and her other friend chuckled to themselves and both shot a look in my direction as if waiting for a response. I didn't have one. The only thing I did was stare at them, my brain not able to react quick enough to develop any kind of response, at least not one that would save any kind of face in that situation.

Liv's clean cut friend grabbed Richard's arm again, pulling him, "come on Richard, you know he doesn't have anything that swings."
Liv laughed again and a few of the other bar patrons that had been awkwardly watching the scene giggled to themselves as well.

Richard responded before turning around, "oh I don't know Shawn, he looks like he's got a real big dick swinging around. He sure likes to talk like he does. You don't think he has something to back it up?"
He looked over at Shawn then back at me.
"What is it then, Mr Swingin Dick? How big is it?"
Then he held his hands out really far, palms facing each other, and slowly brought them together. Another chorus of giggles and laughter from the rest of the bar.

"How big is it? How big are you, Big Dick?" Richard waited for the murmuring laughs to quiet down before again asking, now point blank, "how big is your dick?"

Richard reached down between his legs and grabbed his crotch, gripping a thick mound in his pants and squeezed it to reveal a large bulge running along his pant leg.
"Is it this big? Huh? You gotta be real big to talk like such a big man to a woman sitting alone."

My head was woozy and everyone was ganging up on me. I didn't know what the big fuckin' deal was, I just asked if she was alone and she treated me like I grabbed her tits. My ability to recognize that the situation wasn't going in my favor hadn't completely faded, so I threw a hand up and dismissed them all with a wave and turned around to go back to the bar. I could hear Richard say loudly to his friends how Mr Big Dick didn't want anymore I guess.

This was my bar and I wasn't going to just run out the door and stumble home. I wanted to come back here and be able to hold my head high, so I went to the end of the bar and sat down to order another drink. The bar tender came over and leaned against the bar looking down towards Liv, Richard and Shawn sitting at a table.

"Don't you think it's time to go, huh?"

"No. No I don't. I'm not done with my night."

My tone was aggressive and the bartender turned to look at me.
"Look, I think it's time you settled up and went home. Nobody wants any trouble. It's for the best."

"I'm having another drink," then I looked in the bartender's face and saw he wasn't playing around.
"Look, can I just have one more drink? Then I'll leave. I promise."
The last few words came weakly out of my mouth, almost pathetic sounding. The bartender sighed and grabbed another of the beers I had been drinking and set it down on the bar a little harder than was necessary and walked away. I grabbed it in a hard swoop and clutched it tightly, bringing it to my lips to chug nearly all of it in one motion.

I left the last bit of the beer in the bottom of the bottle and sat at the bar sulking for a good while longer. The bartender was visibly annoyed with me, looking in my direction periodically waiting for me to finish it, but I had no intention of leaving quickly and that one beer lasted a good forty-five minutes before I had to head to the bathroom to pee. I dropped a few bills on the counter, slightly more than what was owed for the alcohol, just enough to be insulting for a tip, and I headed to the back to use the urinal before going home.

The bathroom is empty so I pick the floor length urinal closest to the sink, but just as I stand in front of it the door opens up and I reactively look towards it. Walking in was both Richard and Shawn. They both lock eyes with me and smile and say in almost unison.

"Look at that, it's Mr Big Dick."

Shawn shook his head and corrected them both, "no no, remember Richard, it's Mr Big Swinging Dick."

They both laughed and Shawn moved over to stand at the urinal right next to the one I was at while Richard walked behind me but didn't move to a urinal.

"Going to show us your big dick now, are you?" Richard said from behind me as Shawn unzipped and pulled his cock out to empty his bladder. He snickered looking at me as his stream poured heavy against the porcelain.
"Yeah, come on. You gotta take a piss don't you? Break it out. Show us, Mr Big D-, sorry. Mr Big Swinging Dick."

I turned to face Shawn as he talked. My head was woozy and my eyes looked into his before his dropped down to my pants. The button was undone but I hadn't gotten the zipper down yet. I was still fully in my pants as they taunted me to show them my dick. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know how to proceed. I couldn't think straight.

Shawn finished but hadn't put his cock away, it was just hanging there, out of his pants with his briefs under his balls. My eyes we're on his and he nodded downward.

"You can take a look at mine. Come on, we'll compare."

My eyes drifted down to his and saw it hanging. His cock was bigger than average and his hand was gripped around his balls with his index finger and thumb forming a circle around the shaft. As he watched my eyes fall on it he gave it a few slow and steady strokes.

Richard added in, his voice coming from even closer behind me. It felt as if he was standing a couple of inches from my back, but I didn't turn to look. I swore I could feel his breath on the back of my neck.
"Take it out. Nobody is here. We'll lock the door. Come on, take it out. Show us your big, manly dick. Pull it out, Mr Big Swinging Dick. We want to see it."

The mocking tone had subsided and there was a heaviness in the air as both men we're standing so close to me. I felt hot and my back started to itch. Richard asked if I needed help taking it out. Shawn added that one of them could pull it out and hold it for me if I'd like. Richard agreed and said he wanted to feel it. He said wanted to know how heavy such a big swinging dick must be.

I couldn't tell what was going on anymore. Was this really happening? Are they actually saying this or was I hallucinating? Then I felt a hand on my shoulder, another joined at my hip. A whisper at my ear.

"Here, let me help you."

A large hand pushed its way into my pants, beneath my boxers, gripped my cock and balls in its palm and gave it a firm squeeze. I could feel it growing before the squeeze. As soon as his hand pushed into my pants I could feel my erection hardening, and when he gripped it I could feel it push its way into a stiffness that was hard to deny.

"There it is," Richard said from behind me, a hand on my shoulder and a thumb hooked in my pants, pulling them down along with my boxers. When my clothes reached mid thigh they fell under their own weight. First to my knees and then to the ground. Richard's hand was now gripping my erect cock. His palm was rough and he kneaded my erection slowly. 

Shawn turned to me, his own cock still out of his pants but now fully erect and bouncing in his palm as he stroked it repeatedly. His own pants and briefs we're around his ankles.

"Tell us, Mr Big Swinging Dick, do you like the way he's handling you? It's nice isn't it? Richard is amazing at giving hand jobs."

Richard spoke in a soft rumble, his chest was now against my back and I could feel the vibration of his words before he said them.
"Do you like it? Do you like this? Tell me."

I nodded. I don't know why I did but I did. It felt almost involuntary. I didn't tell my head to move and I didn't acknowledge the act. But I did nod. I told them both right then and there that I enjoyed his hands on my cock and the way he was it squeezing in his palm.

As I was still reeling from my head nod he had accepted the answer and began to stroke my cock. He was slow with it. Each stroke pulled at the loose skin around my erection and pushed it up towards the tip, then brought it back down towards my base. It was painfully slow and after what felt like a few minutes of his methodical stroking I put my hand down over his and tried to push it away. I wanted to stroke myself faster. I wanted to cum, but he shoved my hand away and continued. Shawn took my hand and placed it on his own cock.

"Here, you can stroke me. Your cock is occupied right now. Richard is enjoying it too much to give it up."

My fingers wrapped around Shawn's erection. It felt warm and thick. He instantly felt bigger than mine, but the only thing that I could focus on was Richard's slow stroking and my desire to swiftly stroke my own cock. I gripped Shawn's cock as if it were my own, pumping the length of him in an awkward grip and trying to imitate the feeling of jerking myself off.

Shawn pushed his body into Richard and me, trying to give a better angle for my stroking. His arms enveloped us both, holding tight. Richard was pressed hard into my back and I could feel his erection growing. The bulge was massive. I couldn't hep but moan and crumple into him as I felt both men against my body, two of us partially naked.

I muttered in a weak tone begging for an orgasm, "please."

My breathing was heavy and my entire body was sweating. I wanted this. Why did I want this? What had happened? What was going on?

Richard pressed his forehead into the back of my neck. The feeling sent shivers down my spine and I had to throw my free hand out against the wall to keep my knees from buckling. Shawn put his face close to mine. I turned his way and looked into his eyes. They we're fluttering as I clumsily tried to keep stroking him. I kept losing the rhythm, unable to focus with Richard's hard tugging of my cock.

We stared at each other, Shawn and I, and I could see the glazed-over, lustful look on his face. It's the look that I'd recognized in women when my fingers we're deep inside their pussy and they wanted me to fuck them and push them over the edge into orgasm. I could only imagine it was the same face I was giving him as I struggled to keep my eyes fully open.

That's when Shawn pushed forward and pressed his lips against mine. We embraced in a chorus of lips, tongues and saliva. His hand ran up under my shirt and found one of my nipples. He gave it a pinch and a tweak. My mouth dropped wide enough for his tongue to plunge inside to find mine. I whimpered and gasped as these two men overwhelmed me. I didn't want it to stop, yet all I wanted was to be allowed to cum. I was in ecstasy.

Richard's heavy voice flooded my ear, "do you want to cum, Mr Big Swinging Dick?"
All I could do was nod and whimper, but he wouldn't accept that as an answer.
"Tell me," he demanded.

"I want to cum," I whimpered.
I looked away from Shawn and spoke it into my chest.

"Say it again," Richard said forcefully as he gripped my cock firmly.
Shawn added, pulling my face back to his to look him in the eyes.
"Say it to me. To us. Tell us what you want, Mr Big Swingin Dick."

He said the nickname they had given me in a very slow and deliberate way. His lips moved with emphasis on each syllable and his eyes never left mine. I couldn't resist. I couldn't hold back.

"P-please. Please. I want you to make me cum," then, as if I could read Shawn's eyes and the movements of his face as he opened his mouth goading another word out of me, I added his name.

Shawn smiled a devilish smile and looked past me, assumingly at Richard, and gave a nod. His lips pressed hard into mine again as Richard pumped my cock in his grip. The strokes were much faster and I pushed my body back into his large frame while Shawn kissed me wildly. I had stopped stroking him completely as I couldn't focus on anything but these two men. One kissing me and the other jerking me off. My hand dropped from Shawn's cock and wrapped around his body. I pulled him close to me. I could feel him stroke his own cock now, his hand bumped against my body as he pumped himself.

Suddenly the room shrunk in on me. Richard had pushed me well past any moment I could anticipate. The slow pumping from earlier now had created an eagerness that needed release. I gripped Richard's thigh and let out a whimpered, voice-cracking moan that rang loudly through the bathroom. It was so loud Richard covered my mouth with his hand which caused my orgasm to explode from my cock the second he did it. I tensed up tightly in his grasp and as the orgasm subsided and my cry became a choked groan he slid two fingers into my mouth. I closed my lips around them and pulled long deep sucks.

I felt Shawn's orgasm follow mine. He was pressed into my thigh and his cock was practically using my thigh to grind his balls into as he stroked. His cum spilled wildly across my stomach as my shirt was lifted from grinding into the two men. Shawn slumped into me and began to trail kisses along my jaw and cheek while I sucked on Richard's fingers.

After a few moments were gone letting us all catch our breath both Richard and Shawn stood up straight and began gathering themselves together. They tucked their shirts in and made sure their clothes were straight. All I could do was pant heavily and lean forward against the wall with my pants around my ankles.

Richard slapped me on the ass before walking away. I jolted forward and yelped.

Shawn leaned in and said softly, "if you want to do that again sometime you have to come apologize to Liv first, then we'll give you our number. Don't think about it too long, Mr Big Swingin Dick."

They both walked out of the bathroom. I had no idea how much time had gone by and I was still trying to figure out how that had just happened. I couldn't even comprehend if I wanted to do it again. Did I?

I shook my head and pulled my pants up. I walked over to the sink and turned it on, then looked up into the mirror and stared at myself. My shirt was a mess. My hair was a mess. My face was bright red. I stared at myself and thought about what I just did with those two men. How they had touched me and kissed me. How I touched them. The way I felt. What they asked me, did I like it.

Did I?