Funny Pub Stories That Happened
We all have those wild nights that turned into legendary stories! Share your most hilarious awkward or unexpected experiences at gay bars from the drunk dancer to the overly enthusiastic bartender Reply/Post a comment
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AskMyName1 | Posted On Dec 29, 2025
So I went to this pub with a friend. We went to the toilet to pee. He asked me why I went into a toilet instead of using the urinal. I told him I can’t really pee when there are people around. Honestly, I also wanted to stand next to him, but I would get a boner if i saw his *** because i had a crush on him. It was really awkward trying to explain why tho. |
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love_cruising | Posted On Dec 29, 2025
Not funny. But pub makes me hornier - alcohol and hot guys around. Make me feel free. I love to cruise in washroom when a bit tipsy. I try to sneak peak in the urinals.
In one of the clubs in Bangalore it was a Sangeet night theme. Boys and girls were in ethnic wear. You know how free the crotch is when boys wear kurta payjama. It was too crowded. When crossing from 1 side to other. So many bodies touching.. You can touch & feel someone's bulge and move on.
In the same night, a saw a really hot and dashing dude after coming out of washroom. The urinals were without partitions. I realised that he will go to washroom so I waited outside the washroom for some time. He was talking with his friends, I waited a lot. Finally, when he went in..I followed inside. But duh, this hot guy was so insecure and shy that he literally stood very close to the urinals and pee while hiding his tool. What a waste of time. Lol. |
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Norwayind8 | Posted On Dec 30, 2025
Well in experience … if a bottom pursue profound skill to seduce can get any *** *** striaghts to *** him right away ….. bar / clubs are best places to pick straight male guys,. lure them to *** in toilets or bar terrace …. Seduced couple of bar tenders , waiters , cleaners , hotel staff , chauffeurs n made them to *** me raw in car , cellar …. Where there’s no cctv surveillance in midnight …. I am wrapped with so many real incidents but blossomed into great fuckbuddies ….. |
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Manlymeat30 | Posted On Dec 31, 2025
@norwayind8
Share your experiences with bartenders an hotel staffs .. how u seduced and which bars ans hotels dear |
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Jeanebad | Posted On Dec 31, 2025
Pre Covid, I had visited a gay party held in Delhi. I decided to turn up with a white satin full shirt and a blue faux leather trousers. I was only visiting for vibes at the gay halloween party, and suddenly found myself being targetted by a dwarf person. He was middle aged, 30 something, 4 feet and sarcasm. He wore black denim shirt and customized blue denim trousers.
Being sympathetic, I decided to accompany him, while he glued to me being sarcastic and flirty. While we talked, i was verbally making jokes and stayed verbal while he was physically taunting, toying with me, his thick small palms running all over my crotch, slapping my ***, inner thighs as if to make a statement.
He was being too touchy, as we stood face to face. His head ended near my gut,as he pointed to a corner couch. We sat at a corner couch in dim lights with some friendly chat and sarcastic banter, where his hands turned nastier as he showcased his erotic side.
Finally, it got seriously seductive on sofa when he gave a hard rub on my inner thighs during our conversation, a joking slap to my bulge, knuckle poke at my zipper fly etc. It got me hard even as i tried to control by mocking him as midget and called our sofa as casting couch. But joke was not enough to cool his hands or my throbbing bulge inside.
He words were flirty and piercing, while his little hands too busy over my crotch area. He mockingly threatened to unzip me. Sometimes, he would move his hands grazing at my inner thigh, and stopping just at my bulge tip, then winking as if he was playing. He even spilled little beer on my leathery crotch and then licked there.
I think i finally fell for him, and let him take control. He hopped over my laps, we kissed and made out on couch. He dragged me to dance floor by my zipper fly and it made me embarassed, we made few dance moves, when he started to move and dance with other guys on floor and then returned back at me by passing below my crotch multiple times.
During our dance, he toyed with my hard bulge inside my leather trousers, testing it, testing my patience, as i kept swinging my hip rapidly. After every dance step, he would grab or press my bulge. After a few minutes, i was leaking pre *** due to the pressure he gave me there, luckily no wet spots thanks to faux leather trousers.
After the dance, he just mold my mound, pulled my bulge through trousers upfront and sarcastically teased me calling it a blue tent, mount everest etc and took me to rest room. There he unzipped, cleaned my pre *** and *** my *** hard, making me moan. I blew my *** in his ***, most of it flowing over his lips, with the same ***, he kissed and made me taste my own ***.
He then made me sit over toilet seat, he hopped over my crotch, and we kissed more. Then we rubbed our *** together and blasted our *** together. All *** fell on my trouser, but he cleaned it, and when we walked out, we got applause from two couples who were just waiting in queue at the rest room. There was some visible *** drops at my zipper, a visible bite mark on my neck and jaw, and our lips were wet with saliva.
I enjoyed as it was a blast but also embarassed.
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Amit_VT | Posted On Jan 1, 2026
I am a closeted bisexual guy.
I was in a club dancing with my friends some years ago, and the music was very loud. I saw people getting drunk hammered. I remember, I was waiting in a queue to pee and when I was next I couldn't hold longer, so I tried to see stalls and banged the door pretty hard. The door accidentally opened and I saw a guy *** a girl in Mens bathroom. The guy was hot and the girl was slim af. Not the best looking couple I must say because the guy was jacked up like me. All I wanted his pretty face to *** my *** while he *** the girl but yeah it was amazing to see his *** in her. I closed the door went to pee as a general stall went empty.
Later while on the dance floor I did see the guy and he winked at me. I didn't go closer, but I am sure he would have fist bumped me for sure! |
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Lokieatz | Posted On Jan 2, 2026
I won't call this funny, I'd rather say infidelity, NYE's party at Tap Resto Bar in Lokhandwala Andheri West, I sat on the sofa tired of dancing, gay couple comes sits on the same sofa, the queen is besides me and her man is on the extreme right, however keeps his hands on the sofa shoulder right enough where it touches me on my right shoulder, I started rubbing my ear lobes on his hand that was touching me as the queen was busy on her phone sending texts and I saw a hardon of his man, unfortunately the queen decided to get up and dance and its obvious that the guy had to follow her, tried seducing him on the dance floor, but he was too scared of his queen, hence I left him to be. Well I'm proud that I can distract a man from his gay partner. |
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Snorlax | Posted On Jan 10, 2026
Once i had the best kiss in kitty ko Bangalore, washroom. We both were so drunk that for no reason we laughing and at the same time smooching 😬😅 |
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King0908 | Posted On Jan 11, 2026
Any pubs in Mumbai to visit for *** |
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Kinkking | Posted On Jan 12, 2026
I still remember the beginning of 2024. I was at one of those LGBTQ parties in a club in Delhi — loud music, dim lights, lots of bodies moving. That’s where I first saw him. He was older than me, maybe early 40s, tall, corporate type — clean shave, neat shirt slightly open at the top, He had this mature, confident vibe that stood out. We made eye contact a few times across the dance floor. Nothing intense, just that silent pull.
After the party ended around 2–3 am, while everyone was leaving. he walked up to me outside the club. We exchanged a small smile. He asked casually how I was getting home. I said metro, it’s not far. Then he said, “I can drop you if you want, my car is right here.” I thought for a second and said okay, nearest metro station would be good.
We walked to the parking lot together. In the car, he started driving, and we talked a little — about the party, the crowd, how these nights can be fun but tiring. Nothing personal yet. When we reached the metro station parking — it was almost empty that early morning — he didn’t just stop at the drop-off. He drove to a darker, quieter corner, turned off the engine, and looked at me.
He paused, then asked softly, “Can I " I said ohk Without saying much, he leaned over and started touching my chest, then lower. I was already hard from the night. He opened my jeans, pulled my *** out, and just went down on me. No hesitation. His *** felt warm, experienced. He *** slowly at first, then deeper. I didn’t last long maybe 10–15 minutes — and came in his ***. He spit it out of window, wiped his lips, and sat back like nothing unusual happened.
We exchanged numbers before I got out. But after that night, neither of us messaged or called. Just saved the number and left it.
Then one day, maybe two months later, we ran into each other again at Lalit — another party spot people know for the same crowd. He smiled when he saw me, came straight over. We talked a bit — normal stuff, work, how the scene has changed. Then he asked if I wanted to go for a ride. I knew what he meant. I said yes.
We left in his car, drove to one of those isolated multi-level parking lots — the kind that’s almost deserted after midnight. He parked on the top floor, far corner. No cameras there, or at least none working. He *** me again — same slow, focused way. making sure I was fully hard. After a while, he pulled back, looked at me, and asked quietly, “Do you want to *** my ***?” I said yes.
He pulled out a condom and lube from the glove box — he was prepared. We moved to the back seat. He lowered his pants, bent over in doggy position, one knee on the seat, hands on the headrest. I applied lube on my fingers first, opened him slowly, then on the condom, then pushed in. He was tight but took it well. I *** him steady — not too fast — maybe 20 minutes. He moaned low, controlled sounds. When I was close, I held his hips and came inside the condom. Pulled out, He cleaned himself with tissues he had ready. Then like always, he drove me back to the metro station. Simple “take care” and that was it.
After that we started meeting regularly — every 2–3 weeks, sometimes once a month. Always in his car, different parking spots or quiet roads on the outskirts. Same routine: he sucks me first, then I *** him in the back seat — doggy mostly, sometimes he lies on his back with legs up. He always brings condom + lube packet. He never kisses, never wants it. I don’t like kissing either, so it worked perfectly. No romance talk, no expectations. Just direct, clean ***.
In mid-2025, things changed a little. One evening he messaged after months — said come over to his place if I was free. His wife was away at a family wedding for two days. I went. His apartment was nice, corporate area, minimalist. We ordered food and drinks — chicken tikka, beer. Sat on the couch, talked a bit about work stress, his travel. Then we moved to the bedroom.
He undressed slowly, lay on his back. For the first time, no condom talk at first. He just said “you can go without if you want… I trust you’re clean.” I used a lot of lube anyway — poured it on my ***, on his hole. He pulled his knees up. I entered slow. Felt completely different without the rubber — hotter, tighter, more real. He gasped a little when I bottomed out. I *** him missionary first, then turned him for doggy. He pushed back, asking for harder. I gave it. Lasted longer than usual — maybe 25–30 minutes — because of the drinks and the comfort. When I came, I stayed inside, pumped everything deep. He just breathed heavy, said “***… that felt good.”
After that we cleaned up, ate the remaining food, and I left in an auto he booked for me (he always insists on paying,).
We still meet time to time — sometimes his car, sometimes his place when he’s alone. Not as often now maybe once in 2–3 months.in 2026 — Life got busy for both of us. But whenever we do, it’s the same: no kissing, no drama, just good, mature ***. He’s discreet, respectful, knows exactly what he wants and what I like. I like him as a person too — calm, sorted, never pushes boundaries. He’s married, I know that, and he made it clear from day one — this is just physical, nothing more.
Let’s see if we meet again this year. If he messages, I’ll probably say yes. |
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