The following contains same-sex situations. Reader discretion is advised. All work is copyright of author in his own name. No reproduction without author's written permission is permitted. -spooky
Club Rendezvous
Dancing in the club with two girls when one of the staff dances over to me, takes my arm and pulls me to a corner. He moves close, presses his body against mine in that casual sort of way as he leans in and speaks in my ear so i can hear him above the music. He tells me he wants to dance with me as his lips brush my ear.. Tells me he's straight but wants to dance with me. Meanwhile one hand is on my waist, pulling me closer to him as he grinds a rhythm against my pelvis with his hips.. his other hand burning a path up my thigh..
"You know how to move," words burning into my senses, mixing with the music, as his tongue sears a path along my earlobe, his teeth gently biting..
The song switches, the tempo speeds up. His hips gyrate in rhythm with the song, his hand on the small of my back to haul me closer to him. Sliding his hand down to my ass as his other hand slides between us..
My breath catching in my throat as he begins to rub me, massaging me in a skilled way that speaks of practice. He tells me again that he's straight, he just feels like dancing with me. Both hands slide to my ass as his leg slips between mine.. He grinds against me, pulling me closer so that i'm riding his leg in rhythm to the music..
He trails his tongue down my neck, nips at my flesh with his teeth. My crotch rubbing against his leg, his hands rubbing and squeezing my ass. As the song once again switches, he pulls away, leaving me aroused, confused, breathless. He motions for me to follow him and moves off the dance floor, into the shadows. I follow as the music pounds around me, my body swaying unsteadily with vodka and desire.
I join him in the dark corner, away from the dancing, drinking masses, away from public eye. His hands on my hips, pulling me to him, his tongue teasing my lips as he backs me against the wall. His mouth possesses my own as one hand slides to my ass, the other slides between us to unzip the vinyl in which i'm clad.
A moan escapes my lips, drowned out by the music, as i feel his hands on my bare flesh, touching and caressing. He breaks the kiss, his lips to my ear now. Chuckles as he slides a condom onto me, whispers the word "faggot" in my ear as he grinds his pelvis against my hip. Pulls away for a moment, and i make out in the darkness that he's sliding one onto his own erection.
He turns me to face the wall, his hand sliding down the front of my pants, his crotch pressed hard against my ass. His lips are burning paths along my earlobe, down the side of my neck, as he begins to stroke me. My hands against the wall, the music masking my moan, I press back hard against him, feeling him simulate the motions of fucking me. He whispers yet again that he's straight, but that he would fuck my pretty faggot ass anytime. His other hand slides into my pants as he strokes my cock to rub my balls, his own erection pressed hard against my ass, thrusting against it, fucking it through my clothing.
He suddenly pulls away from me, grabs my arm and pulls me to a small hallway near us. He guides me up a small set of stairs, to a door marked 'Employees Only'. Opens the door, shoves me into a small, unlit room. He closes the door behind him as he enters, then crosses to me. Grabs me by the hair and kisses me hard, then turns me to face the wall. A soft groan from him as he pushes me against the wall, presses his body against my own. His hands slide up to my hips and he pushes my pants down, exposing me, exposing my ass to his erection. He begins to stroke my cock, his other hand rubbing my balls, as he presses his erection against my ass, rubbing up and down, his hips gyrating against me, searing my flesh with desire.
He's fucking me without penetration, his cock sliding up and down, between my ass cheeks, his hands stroking and rubbing and bringing me closer to ecstasy. I want him to claim me as his own; I've wanted him from the moment he approached me on the dance floor.. His thrusts become faster, harder, as his hands work magic on my throbbing cock. I moan, the sound echoing in the small, dark room, as he squeezes my balls tight in his hand. A final, hard thrust, and he's groaning, his body tight against mine, his cock shuddering against my ass. His hand squeezes my balls tighter, harder, as he jerks my cock and groans the words 'faggot' and 'bitch' in my ear.
With a moan, I explode, my cum filling the condom, my body arching against his hands. He strokes me, long slow strokes, his hands massaging my balls, drawing every drop from me.
He then whispers in my ear, his teeth nipping my earlobe, "Remember, bitch boy, I'm straight. I just like to fuck pretty little faggots like you.." He laughs, pulls away to remove the condom from his cock and button his jeans. He tosses the condom in a trash can as he heads for the door. Light momentarily fills the room as he opens the door and exits; it shuts behind him, and I'm alone in the dark.