This is the first part of a series of encounters between the main character, Eric and several other men. The story is completely fictional.
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Eric didn't really know how or when it happened, but at some point during college he had left his Christian upbringing and morals behind. According to his parents he was a "depraved perverted piece of filth", and if that was a Christian synonym for being gay, or bi in his case then he had no interest in being a Christian, he would much rather be depraved filth. Luckily his parents hadn't found out about his orientation before he graduated, having studied economics. Even better he had found major success as a stock broker, leaving him with money to burn, allowing him to further his "depravity" despite their wishes.
He hadn't actually been that morally depraved, fairly innocent in fact, having only slept with one guy, whom he was dating at the time. The relationship had ended because Eric was in the closet, ironic that he was outed only a few weeks later. The road from relative innocence to "moral depravity" wasn't long for Eric, the combination of money and heart ache made sex, drugs and alcohol seem mighty enticing. Especially when his own parents seemed to have judged him for it before it had happened.
Eric had gradually gone from being a studious young man to a voracious partier. He had bought a large flat close to campus, where he threw parties pretty much every weekend, Friday to Sunday, the cops even ignored him, largely due to some hefty bribes, but hey.
The parties were mostly just a cover though, a great way to meet new people he could fuck. Some big-boobed, brain-dead Barbie or hot dumb jock, it didn't really matter, ass was ass and all that. They were all enjoyable in their own way.
Eric gazed critically at his own reflection, he wasn't sure about tonight's outfit, it was fairly casual, but he always tried for a slight flare in his style. Suit pants that gripped his ass and showed off his crotch coupled with a shirt that was definitely indecently buttoned to show off his broad chest. Beneath it everything was trimmed and ready for the night, with a slight treasure trail leading across his toned stomach down to his crotch.
"This will do," he thought, as he turned from the mirror, ready to prowl.
Half an hour later, he was standing at the bar in one of the local gay joints; he had decided to hunt for men tonight.
His chiselled body, black hair and grey eyes drew all eyes to him, his height probably helped as well, at 6'1 he stood out, and he loved it. Eric had discovered something about people a long time ago, they were pathetic. Everyone craves attention, they want to be noticed, and they were shallow, so when men like him showed interest, they followed like sheep. It wasn't really hunting, more like selecting a prise cow for slaughter, a new tissue to use and discard. It was a Saturday night, the dance floor was packed with fresh meat, the only question was whom to pick.
There were options aplenty, thin little twinks, body builders and dancers, Eric's eyes settled on a blond-haired jock dancing with a few other guys, probably his friends. They all looked around his own age, mid-twenties, all jocks, most of them good looking enough. The blond was especially juicy, good muscles, but not bulging, perfect build. His best asset however, was his ass. It looked perfectly perky, swaying tantalisingly with the rhythm of the dance. One of the other guys, a slimmer black-haired jock was dancing with him, or trying to, maybe it was blondies boyfriend? Eric didn't care, worst case he might have to find other pray, best case, he might end up in a threesome, the other guy wasn't too shabby looking either.
He grabbed a drink from the bartender, a pornstar-martini, he wasn't planning to film anything, but given how he was dressed and moving, it felt appropriate. He worked his way through the dance floor, adjust to the beat of the music as he drew closer to the jock. He let himself dance with other pretty things on the way, making the movements seem natural, less predatorial. It didn't take him long to end up behind the blonde. The blonde didn't turn, he just kept dancing, his friends though, they looked, first at Eric, then at the blonde. They looked slack jawed, awe perhaps. Eric would be the hottest guy in a room full of models, their friend, looked good, but nothing compared to Eric. The stares turned to jealousy when he sneaked his free hand around the jocks torso, all the while grinding his crotch towards the jocks ass.
The jock froze when Eric reached around him, then turned to glance at the stranger who dared touch him, and froze again. Erik took the chance, leaning forward and shouting to be heard over the music, "Hey, hot stuff, what say we ditch your friends and you and me go do something more fun?"
Blondie smiled, clearly liking both what he saw and what he heard. He kept dancing, grinding their chests together as he reached into Eric's pants, his smile widening as he did, like sheep to the slaughter, the kid was sold.
Eric flashed him a cocky grin as he threw back the last of his drink and grabbed the jock by his collar, dragging him through the crowds out into the street. The jock seemed nervous, he probably wasn't used to this kind of thing, or maybe Eric's appearance was too much, it's not every day you got picked up by a god. The kid was clearly trying to speak, but he was stuttering too much to seem coherent. Eric decided to ease the tension, "Hi, I'm Eric, I live right down the street, unless you prefer your place?" He flashed one of his most charming smiles.
The jock seemed to find his tongue again, because he was finally able to speak. "I'm Scott, nice to meet you, your place is good, I live quite far away."
