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Another night in a grizzly Chicago bar with my back against the wall and checking out the young twinks. As the years go by, the club kids stay the same yet their longing for my thick cock in their mouth escalates. It has become a race between me and buddy Sean about who can bag one of them the quickest, the rule being that the ending time is either the threshold of the bathroom or the threshold of the club exit.
I am currently enjoying my view. Sean pulled his face away from a boy with ginger hair after the face-mauling they were doing and a girl arrived next to them. Presumably, the boy with the fire-red hair had a friend that waved bye to Sean and grabbed her friend by the hand and pulled him away as the boy giggled drunkenly. Sean cocks his head back at a tilt towards me in exasperation. We lock eyes, I give a slight downward nod and a cheeky wink.
I fold my arms below my pecs to help push them up a little and make me look beefier while I am laying my back against the wall. A lanky kid came up to me and introduced himself as Justin and I complimented his short-ish jet-black hair tucked behind his ear. He shoots me a smile and asks if I want to join him for a drink at the bar. I confirm, and in a heartbeat his hand grabbed my bicep and he was pulling me through the disordered dance floor. I go shoulder-first as my body was a bit wider than his and had to push some dudes out of the way. I couldn't help to brisk my hand across a few smalls of others' back in a drive-by graze. We find an empty stool and he sits with his legs open beckoning me to come in between them. No hesitation right there.
"So, you from here?" He chuckles as he asks the boring small talk questions.
"No, small town south of here still in Illinois."
The two drinks he ordered make their way over and he grabs it with the straw between his teeth as he gleams at me. "What's a country boy following a city boy around?"
"Wanted to see what it's like inside." I swig and smile. Whiskey, I am guessing that I am not too hard to read.
"You for sure can, I just want to know how you ended up in this grungy-ass club if you're so country."
We talk a bit about where we come from, he is--not surprisingly--from Chicago proper so he's been coming here since he was 18 the last few years. He just got rid of his fake a few months ago upon turning 21. The discussion continues and I inch myself closer until our jean zippers begin to make contact. I hope he can feel the warmth of my cock brushing against his because I definitely feel the blood rushing to the area in hopes it entices him further.
I notice the positive feedback as he ever so slightly begins to gyrate his hips a bit to add in a bit of friction. I take that as a go ahead and rip the straw from his lips mid-sentence after putting my drink down and take both of my hands to the side of his cheeks. I begin settling my tongue into his mouth. His posture weakens and he leans into it while his tongue responds to mine. We enjoy meandering our tongues around each other's mouths. I take a few seconds every minute or so for fresh air and to get a taste of his neck. The music is too loud to hear the moaning from him but I can tell they exist due to the vocal cord vibration I can feel on my lips and tongue.
I whisper in his ear following having his ear lobe between my teeth, "Can I see more of you in the bathroom?"
He gently pushes my neck back causing me to inch my head away to meet his eyes and he says, "Hmm, haven't decided yet."
This time we go back into the kissing but his hands begin to wander under my shirt and him pressing his dick up against mine strengthens to where our cock heads are millimeters apart--jailed by two layers of denim. God I can't wait to destroy him. I take my free arm and wrap it behind his waist to push his core body closer to me during the making out and I can tell this sends him a bit over.
He breaks away, again... taunting me, holding his face, and looking at me for a minute before I cannot wait any longer and I ask, "What?"
He nods and says, "Yeah, but I have a better suggestion. I'm a few blocks away and it'd be way cleaner than a musty bathroom. The only condition is that we have to be quick so I can come back and dance."
Anything it took to be inside this guy. I grin and ask him to show me the way. About out the club door I look back and see a salute from Sean and I point at my watch before being dragged into the street. We fumble a bit along the way and cannot keep our hands off each other trying to get into his front door after a tough three levels of stairs. Everything is dark and unlit so I cannot tell if this is where I will be murdered but then I put all caution to the wind and remind myself I'm 6 inches taller, a decade or so his senior, and 50 lbs heftier. I can take him and it'll be put to good use soon. He immediately begins stripping my shirt off and then his immediately after. He really means quick. Jean buttons become loosened and he pauses for a minute and asks, "You're going to fuck me, right?"
I shake my head enthusiastically up and down and reply, "That's exactly what I came for."
He lets out a small "Good," and begins picking away at our clothes. We finally make our way to the bedroom where the curtains are drawn to let the moonlight and city lights seep in so I can get a better look at his delicate body. Everything off but our socks I stumble a bit as I make it on the way to the bed and rip them off. I am kissing his collarbone and his hand is on the back of my head pushing me deeper into his frame. The other hand makes its way to my shoulder blades where I can feel reaction of enjoyment as his nails dig a bit into my skin. He flops his dick up a bit that was caught facing downwards under my body so that both our cocks can rub up against each other in the time I am exploring his chest.
I move up a little and begin stroking while putting my knees under his armpits. He promptly begins licking my head and starts tasting the leftover precum that has been leaking out since the club and that has not already emptied into my underwear. The absolute feeling I can sense of his tongue moving around my dickhead is something I cannot explain. He even begins to widen his mouth to begin taking my cock in. I feel the moans again but this time the vibration is moving through my shaft. I move my hips ever so slightly forwards and backwards to encourage him to engulf more of me. My cock is hitting the back of his throat and still only halfway in. He is going to beg for me to put it in his other hole, I can feel it.
My cock swells to full size as I am ready and I ask him to flip over. I move back and he complies showing me his beckoning pink hole, winking at me and begging for insertion. My tongue makes it to the outer ring and I go feral as I take in the slightly-sweat scent of his taint. I grip either of his cheeks with either of my hands and prepare his hole the best way I know with my tongue. It begins to open up and I can feel my tongue get deeper and deeper inside him and can feel the heat of his walls with my tongue. I demand in a whisper, "Get the lube." and go back into loosening him up. A bottle quickly makes its way to me and I begin lathering my cock while massaging his hole. I tease him this time like he did with me in the club and just circle his pink ring with my lubed finger. He pushes back into it and I pull away to match.
"Please," he begs, "I want you inside of me." I cannot help but blush and grin as I line up my throbbing, yearning meat against his gape. I poke the head at the entrance and I can feel him relaxing to accept me. He starts gripping down my shaft and I can hear him whimper as I go in deeper. Once I am about three-quarters of the way in, I back about a bit to feel that friction wrap around my cock. God, he is so warm he must be just as turned on as I am. I push back inside him waiting for him to resist but he welcomes in all of my girthy cock and I moan out, "You feel so fucking good."
His hips push back further, alluring me to get as deep as I can and I try until my the base of my shaft can go no deeper. I start working up a rhythm and as he gets used to me inside him I grab the sides of his ass so I can have a firm grip to start pounding. He urges me to go faster and I pick up the pace like an obedient horse. I can feel the underside of my dick graze his prostate and I thus angle my hips a bit up to compensate and make contact with his spot with every power stroke I am giving him. A bead of sweat runs down my face, his small moans almost became hollers, and I am resisting all things inside me to just spew into him.
I pull out gently to not hurt him and I ask him to get on top of my dick while I lie down on my back. He complies and is facing me with his beautiful member right in front of me. He quickly inserts me inside as if I had not even left his hole void and begins to work his thighs to bounce up and down. I am losing it at this point and I am throwing my head back as I use my memory to take my free right hand to grasp for his dick. In perfect harmony as he is springing on my cock I am stroking his so that he gets extra pleasure from our fucking. He continues to work on me and I feel his head swelling immensely and ooze a bit of precum. I gave him this look as if he is ready and he knowingly affirms he is ready.
"Go ahead and bust for me," I assure him and no more than few seconds later I can see ropes of his cum shoot across my stomach and chest. Some of the spurts even made it to my chin where I take my left hand to scoop up as much as I can to put in my mouth. He tasted just like his taint mixed with an almost-salty aftertaste. I can feel his walls quiver around my dick and that sends me through the roof and I ask if I can cum inside. He approves, practically begging, and I grab the tops of his pelvis to push him deeper into me while I slather my cum inside his walls. I could feel myself pumping so much into him and moved his hips slowly up and down to extract every last drop out of me. He seems to get the memo and squeezes his ring around my shaft to help aid.
I move him off my dick and lead him to turn around to put his hole back into my face. He sits on me and I can feel all the pressure of his body weight on me as I taste the mixture of my dick and the lube. Luckily, the lube we used did not taste too bad and did not cover the scent of him. In unison, I can feel him push the cum, my cum, out of him in waves and I lap it all up while he works on my semi-flaccid dick with his mouth. After a few minutes of after-play, I ask if we can shower.
He hands me a towel and we make our way to the bathroom where I can see my handprints from where I had gripped his cheeks maybe a bit too hard. We lather each other in soap and clean ourselves off from the fluids. we make out a bit more and I ask, "So are you going back alone?"
He questions my question, "Is that an offer to walk back with me?" I shyly crack a smile and tell him that it was a yes.
We get dressed, he locks his front door, and we hold hands a bit as we walk back a few blocks. We still have our wristbands that somehow lasted through the shower so we are able to gain re-entry, luckily. In there, we kiss goodbye and I make my over to the bar to grab a drink and scope out Sean. A whiskey is passed to me from the bartender and I finally find Sean through the chaos of the bodies near the men's bathroom. He winks as he pulls in a blonde boy, lifts his arm to point at his watch, and smacks the threshold before leading his partner in.
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