I look around the club at all of the young, hot bodies dancing and I try to scope someone out. Someone that might actuallywant to have fun with me. Maybe I can find someone who gets my blood boiling. Just like him…
It never used to be so difficult.
I take my drink and sip at this second one while I watch the crowd dance and grind against each other. A group of young women pulling a clearly gay guy over to the bar while giggling catch my attention. I watch as they shove him in my direction and he chuckles softly while turning his head to glare at them.
“What’s up?” I ask him. I have no problem with his obvious femineity, if anything I find it kind of hot. The long hair, the lithe build.
He looks similar to…
No, no. I’m not going to go there.
I take a bigger gulp of my drink and wait for him to respond.
“My friends insisted I talk to you,” he explains. His voice is deeper than I expected, but I smirk at him regardless.
“Yeah?” I say. “Wonder how they’d feel if I whisked you away to the alley out back.” I’m being very forward; I know it, but I don’t care. If he’s the type I’m looking for, he won’t care. If not, he’ll make himself scarce.
His face flushes only lightly and his eyes glimmer with excitement. “I think they’d piss themselves,” he tells me. “You wouldn’t really do that, would you?”
He’s teasing me now, challenging me almost.
I down the rest of my drink and glance over at his friends at the other end of the bar that are trying to act like they’re not watching us.
“Oh, you have no idea who I am, do you?” I ask him.
He chuckles under his breath. “Does it matter? You’re fine as fuck, and clearly looking for a good time.” He steps in closer and seems to get more confident. It’s a vibe I’m definitely interested in. He’s not being shy at all, and I bet he’d be less submissive than the previous guy.
Still he’s not… No, I’m not going to think about Alek. I’m going to think about right here and right here.
Get myself plowed beyond reason and forget about him, forget about my family. Forget about how sick of this shit I am.
“Let’s go then, yeah?” I ask him.
He smiles at me and I set my glass on the bar before grabbing him by the side of his shirt and pulling him along.
I can hear his girlfriends giggling as we pass them, and one of them looks absolutely shocked. None of them try to stop us though.
As we get closer to the door, the guy grabs me by the front of my shirt instead and pushes me against the door to get it open. The second we’re out in the chilly spring air, he pushes his mouth against mine.
For a moment or two, I’m enjoying it. I let my brain turn off and just kiss him back deeply. Letting him claim my mouth, and he does. Oh, hell he does. It’s nothing like the first guy. Instead, he pushes me against the brick wall and forces his tongue into my mouth.
Just like…
No, fuck no, stop!
I’m struggling not to think of Alek as this stranger begins to grope me like he can’t wait to get every inch of me under his hands.
I should be more excited, but I’m barely half-hard. Even when he reaches down and grabs at my crotch.
All I can think about is how Alek pressed me to the brick wall in that alley…how his mouth tastes, feels… This is not the same.
This man is not the same.
I try to get into it. Rock myself against his hand, trying to make myself feel more.
It’s not working.
I pull back from the kiss, looking at his face, he only gives me a moment though before his mouth is on my neck. He bites and licks at my skin, and rather than causing goosebumps to form on my skin, it makes my stomach ache uncomfortably.
