After being plowed stupid by my former high school teacher, I felt more comfortable to seek out my kind of sex. In case you missed my earlier stories: I like it rough. I like it when the guy on top of me forgets where he is, what time it is and, preferably, his manners.
My partner in crime in this mission is Adam. He's a self proclaimed slut and knows all the insider tips and tricks for being a good boy. I once asked him if he prefers dicks to be either long or thick and he just said "yes". He likes sharing his stories with me. He tells them like I'm right there. Maybe I'll share some of his adventures.
We go out together a lot. We get dressed at his or my place, drink some wine and pretend we're eating something before we go to the club. Tonight, we're in one of my favorite gay bars again. The vibe is cheerful and it smells like sex. I've met some great guys here. One guy my age took me to his place and after a good fingering session (my favorite) fucked me like a stallion. An older daddy took me to an after party around the corner. We were almost fucking right on the sofa in front of everyone when the host sent us to the rooftop terrace to cool off. The daddy fucked me over the guard rail as if nobody could see it. With his dick up my guts I looked out over my city and felt truly at home here for the first time.
It isn't too long before I lose Adam on the dance floor. That happens a lot and it doesn't harm our friendship. He does what he has to do. I'm fine dancing with other people I know. Also, I'm not alone that long either. I've seen him standing at the bar from the moment I hit the dance floor. He's a mountain of a man. His dark skin is accentuated by a white t-shirt. The sleeves barely contain his huge arms. I dance like no one is watching, but obviously make sure to keep his attention.
After half an hour he walks towards my group. I haven't seen his face yet. The area around the bar is dark. Now that he comes closer I see a thick neck, a broad jaw and a face that reminds me of Greek statues. It's detailed and big. His lips wet from his drink and his eyes determined. He has a goal. I expect he is coming to talk to one of my friends to make me jealous. My friends play their part and start dancing close to him. He ignores them and walks straight over to me.
He stands as close as possible to me and starts dancing. Hypnotized, I start swaying to his rhythm. He moves closer and closer to me. He steps his big leg in between mine. One hand rests on the small of my back. The other guides my hand to grab his shoulder. He doesn't break eye contact.
Don't forget to breath. Don't forget to breath.
I don't know for how many songs we dance like this. Everything has become this Nicki Perry Cat Thee Stallion Knowles megamix. Apparently we also moved backwards, because all of the sudden I feel the cold brick wall behind me. The man keeps pushing as if he doesn't notice. His body presses against mine. He puts his lips on mine and first kisses me tenderly. When he feels me sinking into him, he opens our mouths and explores me with his tongue. His hand slides down my shirt and he caresses my back. I can't move, but it's not like I want to be anywhere else. His hand moves down and effortlessly slide under the waistband of my jeans. He massages my butt cheeks hard while he bites on my lip. His middle finger slides in my crack. He is searching. Claiming. He breaks our kiss and whispers in my ear:
"You are the most beautiful boy here. But tonight you're my dumb, ugly slut."
"Ok," is all I can whisper.
He kisses me again and grinds his crotch into me. Because of his height, I feel his engorged meat against my belly button. I can't tell how big it is. I don't really care. I need it anyway. I open my eyes and see people looking at us and laughing. They're not shaming us, more explicit things have happened in this place. But still I'm embarrassed. Normally I'm such a classy guy.
"Let's go," I say.
He pulls back so quickly that I'm afraid I've upset him. Thankfully he grabs my hand and starts walking to the exit in front of me. Just before the door I see Adam again. His lipstick smudged and his eyes a bit red. He had some fun already. I smile at him and mouth that I'm going. He looks from me to my conqueror and back to me. He mouths back:
"Good luck."
Outside the bar the man puts his hand around my waist and pulls me close. He is warm and makes me feel safe. He is ordering an Uber on his phone.
"What's your name?" I ask
"Darren." he says without looking up.
"Nice to meet you, my name is B..."
"I don't care. You're only my slut for the night."
I know I shouldn't accept someone talking to me like that. But in that one phrase inside the bar, I heard clearly that we're both playing a role. I happily play along and stand silently beside him.
The Uber arrives and we get in the backseat. He sits with his legs spread wide and starts scrolling on his phone. Without thinking I snuggle up against his muscled body. His hand caresses my back and after a few blocks I feel him going lower again. He shifts his weight so I move forward a bit. This gives him free range to go in my pants. Darren's big hand grabs my flesh again. His finger slides to my most tender spot. This time he means it. It isn't long before he is circling my hole. He tries to even enter it, but I tense up too much. I nervously look at the driver. He doesn't seem to notice anything. Darren hasn't looked up from his phone.
"Come on.." Darren moans. He takes his hand out of my pants and spits on his hand. This makes the driver look in the rear mirror.
His hand soon is in my pants again. His wet finger against my hole and he pushes the tip in. I try to act like nothing is the matter while he slides more in. I feel a knuckle sliding past my sphincter. Darren looks stoically in front of him, but I feel he is holding his breath. The second knuckle makes me close my eyes and breath out heavily. This makes the driver look up again.
"What's going on back there?!" he yells, "Fucking stop that!"
Darren sighs, puts his phone down and grabs a couple of bills from his pocket. He throws the wad of cash on the passenger seat.
"Shut up and drive."
The driver looks at the cash. Looks me in the eyes through his mirror. Then looks at the money again. He fixes his eyes on the road and we don't hear anymore from him.
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Darren opens the door and let's me in the dark hallway. Before my eyes can adjust to the darkness, Darren pushes me against the wall. His hands grope my body feverously. Apparently he was holding back in the bar and on the way here. It's almost like he wants to tear me apart. He kisses me deeply, his big tongue snakes in my mouth and I have to open wide to let him do what he wants to do. He uses the little space between us to rip my shirt open and pull my pants and underwear down. In seconds I'm fully naked against his clothed body.
"Get on your knees, bitch."
He moves back just enough for me to slide to the ground. My nose and chin brush his hard chest, his belly, the metal of his belt buckle and his big bulge. When I'm on my knees he unbuckles his belt, zips open his pants and grabs his dick out of his underwear. He flops it on my face. It's warm and only a bit hard. The weight is promising and it smells washed, but a bit sweaty.
"My dick is used to pretty girls and boys, but tonight you will have to do. Don't make me regret it."
Not able to fully give in to this role, I snicker.
"What are you laughing about, slut?" Darren slaps my face hard with his dick. This will be a method acting job.
"Nothing."
"Nothing what?"
"Nothing sir."
