Edward slumped onto the mattress, lying in his own cum and not caring. It must have taken a good minute before either of their breathing slowed down. The guy was lying on top of Edward’s back, with his cock still inside him. He could go to sleep like this, except he couldn’t because they were in a dark room at a sex club, and Edward had never slept in the same bed as another man, even before he’d become a politician. They were always quick, anonymous encounters, even then.
The man who’d given him the best fucking of his life pulled out, and Edward winced. He was definitely going to be sore, but for now his body was still tingling with the aftereffects of pleasure. The rest was future Edward’s problem.
“That was... well, it was... sorry, I seem to have lost the ability to speak,” said the guy.
Edward laughed, and the guy joined in. Had he ever laughed with someone after sex? He couldn’t think of any instance.
“Did you want to leave first?” he asked.
Another sweet gesture, but it reminded Edward of what this was– an anonymous fuck, and nothing more.
“I think it’ll be a while before I can walk.”
They both laughed again. Edward heard the snap of him taking the condom off and the sound of him pulling his clothes on. He wasn’t sure what to say. In past instances, the guy had usually left before he’d even come down from his orgasm. It was pitch black, but it felt strangely intimate, which was something Edward hadn’t experienced before, and he wasn’t sure how to feel about it.
He turned over, and became aware he was lying in his own cum, stark-bollock naked. It was cold in here now, and he knew he needed to get dressed, but he couldn’t move after that fucking. He closed his eyes, remembering the feeling ofbeing completely dominated by the young man. Edward was startled when the guy leaned over and kissed him on the lips. There were no tongues, which made it feel more intimate.
“You know how to get hold of me if you want a repeat.”
Even though it was pitch black, Edward was sure he could see him smile. There was a brief kiss on the lips again before he stood up and left, closing the door behind him. Edward wasn’t sure what to make of the whole encounter. He knew he had to wait a while before leaving. He couldn’t risk the guy hanging around. Besides, he wasn’t kidding, his hole throbbed from how hard he’d been fucked. But he had no regrets. He sat up and felt a twinge in his shoulder. He gripped it and gasped. Edward could feel the teeth marks from when he’d been bitten. It was like someone had claimed him, and he loved the feeling it gave him.
CHAPTER 5
MILO
It was the crack of dawn. Why had he agreed to be up at this time of day? He didn’t even get up this early for work, and his thighs were aching after he’d fucked the silver fox into oblivion. Milo wasn’t sure why he’d kissed him afterwards, but he’d felt this overwhelming connection to the guy. How shitty was his life that he had to hide in the closet like that? For all Milo knew, he could actually have a wife and kids stashed away, but he suspected the guy was telling the truth. Milo didn’t feel sorry for him as such, but he empathised with him. He’d had friends who had struggled to come out. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like for someone in their forties with their career already established. Milo wondered what he did that meant he couldn’t come out in this day and age.
He didn’t have time to dwell on his mystery man, though, as he was being ushered out into the freezing cold by a determined Kieran, who was decked out in the trans flag and carrying half a dozen placards. You couldn’t fault the guy for his commitment to the cause.
“This is surely a hate crime,” grumbled Liam. “Gay peoplearen’t built to be up this early. How did Hassan get out of this?”
“I’ll be having words with him once he drags his slutty arse home,” said Kieran. “There are more important things in this world than getting your dick wet.”
Milo snorted. It was true, but Kieran was a bit of a hypocrite. He was hardly an innocent virgin. They’d been on a boys’ holiday to Gran Canaria once and had stayed in a gay hotel. The four of them were the only Brits staying there at the time, and there were a lot of German and Dutch guys who didn’t believe in something as simple as clothing, even at the breakfast buffet. Kieran had embraced it, showing off his tattoos and piercings. Milo had no shame about his body or his dick, but he was still British and was reserved regarding public nudity.
They’d all made a bet at the start of the holiday about who could fuck the most guys in a week, but before they’d even gone out on the first night, Kieran had already had three guys from their hotel. They’d been ready to declare him the winner on the first night, but one of them had been very clingy and dominant and hadn’t let Kieran leave his room for the next three days until he went home. Kieran had reemerged looking bandy-legged and covered in love bites. He hadn’t gone out at night for the rest of the week. It had been hilarious to see their gobby friend stunned into silence after being railed non-stop for seventy-two hours. They’d all seen the baseball bat the East European had had swinging between his legs.
“What are you smiling at?” asked Kieran.
“Just randomly thought of you and that Latvian guy in Gran Canaria.”
Liam snorted. Kieran glared at him.
“What? I can’t help where my thoughts go at this ungodly hour. I’m still half asleep.”
“Did you ever hear from him again? He took a shine to you– well, your hole at least,” said Liam.
It was Milo’s turn to snort. Kieran was doubling down on his glare, which just made Milo chuckle more.
“Is this because you were out fucking last night? Is that why you’ve got sex on the brain?”
“What?” said Liam, with a grin on his face. “Who have you been fucking?”
“Bitch!” said Milo to Kieran, who was smiling now. He thought he’d been quiet coming back in.
“What’s his name?” asked Liam.
“None of your business,” said Milo.
