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TODAY'S FREE GAY STORY |
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A slim hairless figure was all it took to make my head spin. I leaned back against the bar rail and watched as the barely legal twinks pranced around me. They knew what a guy like me could offer and they were begging for it. It brought a smile of amusement to my face. Of course I knew that they would never lead to more than a one-night stand, but on some cold nights that was all I needed.
The music seemed to get louder week after week. I really was getting too old for this, but I refused to stay at home on a Saturday night with just the touch of my hand to keep me company. At least in the bars I had my pick of the litter. A few of the tricks I recognized from weeks past. They tried their best to get my attention, but I’ve never been interested in second helpings.
My eyes settled on a tall Latino boy. His hair was jet black and his eyes a perfect match. His jeans were cut low and hung loosely around his hips; he looked like he had been poured into them. His shirt was carelessly tucked into his back pocket. My eyes caressed his smooth silky skin from across the room. He turned my way and gave me a half smile. I raised my glass to him in acknowledgement.
His smile widened and my dick hardened. I couldn’t wait to plunge it inside his little Latin hole. His body twisted and turned with the beat of the music, mesmerizing me further. I motioned for him to come join me. He winked at me and continued to dance. Once the song was over, he made his way through the crowd, the twinks that were near by leered at him.
“Mark,” I said as I extended my hand.
He took it with a surprisingly firm grip.
“I’m Eduardo,” he smiled, “but all my friends call me E.”
“E? Short for Eduardo?”
“Could be.”
He was coy, a familiar twink trait. I offered to buy him a drink, but the giant red x prohibited. He was marked as under 21, which I liked.
“So you come here often?” I asked. “This is the first time I’ve seen you.”
“Oh come on now, aren’t you a little old to still be using that line?”
He winked and I laughed.
“Alright, you got me.”
He shook his head and motioned for the bartender to bring him a bottle of water.
“Thirsty?”
“No,” he said. “I’m burning up in here.”
And with that he took the cap of the bottle and poured it over his head. The water cascaded down his slim hairless body like a beautiful waterfall. I wanted to take him so badly. I didn’t care who was around to watch. He grabbed his shirt from his back pocket and used it to dry himself off.
“There,” he said, “that’s much better.”
He focused his big almond shaped eyes on me. Damn, this boy is beautiful, I thought. I grabbed my glass and brought the cold brown liquid to my lips taking it all in one shot.
“Let’s get out of here,” I said.
With a bounce in his step he led the way through the crowded dance floor. I had to fight through the guys to keep up with him. He worked his way through the throngs of people with the ease and familiarity that only a regular could have. He led the way to the center of the club.
“This isn’t the way out,” I yelled to him.
“Who said we were leaving?”
He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him. We were lost in a sea of muscular bodies. He pressed his chest against mine, his hand wrapped tightly around my waist. His body moved perfectly to the beat of the music. I stood there frozen, completely out of my element.
“Loosen up,” he shouted in my ear.
I smiled awkwardly and slowly started to move my body against his.
“No baby, like this.”
He pressed his crotch against mine and put his hand on my hip. Slowly, we began to move to the music. I could feel his hardness against my own. It was one of the most erotic things I had ever done. My lips reached for the base of his neck, and like a thirsty vampire I bit into him. He threw his head back in pleasure and placed his hand on the back of my head. His finger wrapped around my hair and pulled me down to his nipples. My tongue worked all around his little brown knobs, pulling and tugging at them with my teeth.
I wasn’t used to having someone take charge of me in this way, but I was putty in his hands. It was clear he was running the show and I loved it. I dropped to my knees and buried my nose in his center. Through the heavy denim I sucked on his erection. A wet spot appeared where the head of his cock pressed against his pants. Hungrily, I sucked on it, tasting his salty seed. I was starving for his cock; I couldn’t believe I was almost begging this twink to feed me. The people around me were the last thing on my mind as I pulled on his zipper. Before I could pull out his erection, he pulled away from me. I looked up at him with questioning eyes.
“Come on, follow me.”
I got up and once again followed him through the club. He led me to the back of the building, stopping underneath a large metal stairway. In the safety of the shadows, he dropped his pants.
“Get on your knees,” he commanded.
I dropped to the ground as his hands grabbed at my hair. He pulled me on his cock shoving it deep down my throat. I gasped as the head of his monster pushed past my comfort barrier. I gagged but quickly recovered, he was a lot bigger than I had imagined. Faster and deeper he worked my throat. I grabbed onto his thighs for support. I could feel the tension mounting in his body.
My tongue worked the underside of his cock with eager strokes. I wanted a mouthful of his seed. I could taste the beginning of it when he pulled out of my mouth.
“No, not that fast,” he teased.
He rubbed his wet cock all over my face. My tongue reached out for it and every time it came close he quickly pulled it out of reach. I hated being teased in this manner, but I was too horny to do anything about it.
“You want to taste me?”
Eagerly, I nodded.
“You think you deserve my cum?”
He stood in front of me stroking.
“Yes man,” I begged. “Please feed me your cock.”
He chuckled at my groveling and took a step closer to me.
“Open up.”
I sat on my heels and opened as wide as I could. He stood with his legs far apart in front of me. His heavy sac hung low between his legs. I closed my eyes and waited. He moaned and then it hit me. A steamy hot stream of cum shot deep inside my mouth. I drank it up and waited for more. His cum shot all over my face and mouth with most of it dripping down my chin. When he was done he shoved his fat cock into his jeans and walked away leaving me in the shadows.
When I couldn’t hear his footsteps anymore I got up. My jeans were sticky with pre cum. I was in desperate need of release. I pulled my throbbing sex out of my jeans and within two quick strokes I was shooting my filth all over the floor. That was the most intense experience I ever had and I couldn’t wait to run into him again. He was definitely one in a million. |
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