Nameless Fuc

I didn't know what I was doing there, but yet I wasn't leaving. I kept erasing the rings my glass left on the table and it wasn't until the third time I did it that I got I was trying to erase the fact I was even there. But yet I wasn't leaving. The ice had melted in my glass, but that was fine because I'd long since finished my drink and I wasn't in the mood to overpay for another one. I wasn't really in the mood to be in a place like this, with the noise they wanted to call music.

He sat down across from me and placed his beer bottle on the table before he asked if that seat was taken. If it had been, why the hell would I still be here, was what I wanted to ask him, but I didn't. I just shook my head. He asked me what I did for a living, the worst ice breaker, the worst pickup line, but at least that meant he didn't know who I was. I said what I did didn't matter since I wasn't doing it right now, and right now was what mattered. I didn't want him to mistake what I was there for.

He asked if I wanted another drink, but I shook my head. I wondered if I wanted to leave, but I didn't do it, so I suppose I didn't want to. Or I wanted what I was here for, more. He asked if I lived around here, and I said that didn't matter either. This wasn't going to be one of those things. He wasn't going to get invited in. I wasn't even going to ask his name and I wasn't going to give him mine. I stood up, and walked to the bathroom. If he followed, he got it. If not, I guess I was going home.

I leaned against the wall and it wasn't twenty seconds after that he was pressed against me. He tasted like beer, which I can't stand, but it didn't matter. He kissed me roughly, hard and without caring. It wasn't what I was used to, but I liked it. My tongue slid into his mouth and he sucked on it, earning a moan from me. His hands were already on the band of my jeans, but the moan made him work faster. I wasn't going to stop him. Instead, his efforts got a harder kiss and more eager dueling with his tongue.

I had his pants down a few seconds after he had mine off. Both our boxers had gone with them without thought. I grabbed his cock roughly and earned his moan. He stopped kissing me long enough to ask without asking how I wanted it. I gripped him tighter and made his eyes flutter. He murmured something that was probably a swear, but I didn't care. I crouched down to remove the condom from my pocket and stood again with no other action. I probably disappointed him, but I didn't care. I tore it open and slid it on myself with one hand, the other gripping him again. He was smiling, but I didn't care about that either.

I slammed him against the wall and forced myself into him. I wasn't the first he'd had like that and probably not even the first today, but I didn't care because he felt good and moaned like a porn star. I gripped his hips, digging my fingers in to cause bruises. And it wasn't that I didn't care, I wanted to leave bruises behind. I brought him against me as I thrust forward, using him as I wanted, making him move how I wanted. He was bracing himself with both hands so I thrust harder to knock him off balance and into the wall. I could hear his breathing picking up, cutting off his moans, though he was trying to keep just as loud.

I am not one to be loud but I had never been brought this close to finish this fast and I didn't need to make it longer. I cried out, no words just sounds, when I finally came. I paused, still inside him, catching my breath. Not wanting to waste the time, I reached around to grab his cock again, stroking him fast and hard. He was close enough, it didn't take that long and the sound he made was worth the extra effort. I stepped away from him, fixing myself up, letting him take care of his own mess. I washed my hands in the sink and was about to walk out the door when he spoke.

"Can you get me tickets to tomorrow's game?"