“Open up, beautiful.” I grin. “I’m gonna fuck these pretty pink lips till they’re red and swollen, and if you beg me hard enough, I will fuck you till you think I’m a god.”
He takes a hard swallow and opens his mouth. I guide in gently, still holding his shoulder down with my other hand. Once I go as far as I can without him gagging, I pull back.
“Do you want me to make love to your mouth, or do you want me to fuck it?”
His eyes go wide, and he sucks me harder. I nod in understanding, and I pull back, slamming into his mouth. His head bangs against the door; he’s bent back at an awkward angle, but it works for me. I pull out again, pushing back in a little harder.
I give a couple of gentler shoves. I take a deep breath, and he slides his hand between us, resting them on my thighs. I lean my forearms on the door, and I have him caged in. “You’re gonna swallow everything I give you, huh, handsome?”
He nods, not breaking eye contact. I stare into his soul, and I watch as I slide out and slam back in, smashing his head against the door. He braces himself against me, holding himself back till I’m pounding arhythm into his face that is so hard and fast he’s gonna be lucky if I don’t damage his teeth.
He tries to swallow around me, but I’m already pulling back out and slamming back in repeatedly.
“Fuck, I’m not gonna last, pretty boy. Fuck, your throat is so tight.”
His eyes sparkle at me, and I lose it, surging my hips into his face over and over again. He’s gagging, drooling, and gasping as tears stream down his face and snot bubbles from his nose. I grin at the look in his eyes, and it’s all the encouragement I need to snap me over the edge. I grab onto his hair and hold him against my groin as I pulse down his throat.
“Ah fuck, that’s it, take it, take it fucking all, fuck, like that, you fucker, just like that!”
He groans as I pulse down the back of his throat, holding him against me till I’ve cum as much as I’m ever going to. Pulling back, I slide in and out a couple more times before I pop him off my dick, and he sags against the door.
His dick is hard in his bottoms, and I could return the favour, but it’s getting late, and I want to head to the bar, so I turn and head to the shower, glancing over my shoulder. I smirk.
“See you around, pretty boy.”
He flushes from his place on the floor before I push into the shower cubicle. Once I come out, he’s gone, but there’s a note with my things—his number.
Call me, Ryan x
I screw up the paper and toss it in the bin. I don’t mind hooking up again if I see him, but I ain’t gonna make a ‘date’. That just ain’t me.
I’ve got on my black jeans—well, they’re grey now—a dark grey fitted t-shirt and my black battered combats. I throw on my leather jacket and walk into town. It’s only a couple of miles away, and I need to get out of my own head. I pull out my phone and search for the nearest bar. It’s on the outskirts, in a semi-industrial area. It’s called Fancies, and it’s a gay bar. As long as they have beer, I don’t care where I am.
Walking in, I head straight to the bar. It’s not overly busy, so I grab a drink and then look around for somewhere to sit. There are some booths over to the left of the bar, and I spot an empty one. Sliding in and shuffling to the corner, I’ve got a view of the dance floor, and the few guys on it look like they’re having a great time dancing and grinding on each other. The music’s a little cheesy for my tastes, but it’s not totally terrible, so I enjoy my pint and bob my head to the music.
“Fancy some company?”
I snap my head up. I was lost in my own world, thinking about tomorrow, when the voice cuts through the music. “Huh?”
“Company? Can I join you?”
“Erm, sure, I guess.”
“You don’t sound so sure.”
“Caught me off guard, is all. Sorry, mate, sure, take a seat. I gesture to the seat opposite.
“Ah, not gay.” He smiles, and I frown. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“Hey, no, sorry, I was in a world of my own I… I’m not looking for company like that, but you can stay and chat if you like. I’m Ryder.”
“Lee.”
Lee takes a seat, and we start chatting. He asks what I’m doing here, as he’s local, and I tell him aboutthe racing. He leans further over the table, and we have a laugh and another pint before Lee decides to leave. I grab another pint and decide to make this my last. The bartender tells me there’s a taxi rank around the side of the building, so I drink up and head out. Once I get outside, there’s no one around and no signs to say which side to go, so I head in one direction. My plan is to just walk around the building till I find it.
As I get to the corner of the building, I hear shouting and a whimper, and I take off running around the corner. There are three blokes kicking someone down on the ground, “Fucking queer!” they’re yelling as they keep kicking.
“Hey, motherfuckers!” I shout as I run at them. They spin around and then take off running. As I reach the person on the floor, I kneel down beside them. Rolling them over, I say, “Shit, Lee. Hey Lee, it’s Ryder. Lee, are you okay?”
