I put my thumb on the tip and found it was wet with pre-cum. He let out a low moan as I gripped his cock and slowly rubbed it up and down. Following a line of fine hair, my hand stroked his warm, hard cock.
I finally began to edge my hand down his jeans, into his underwear. The fine hairs around it caressing my finger, the flesh enclosing it. I put one of my fingers in his belly button. My hand was up his shirt, feeling one of his nipples, playing with it, my finger touching the small bumps around it. His hand was in my underwear now, his warmth flowing through me as he began to squeeze my bare ass. Some people were awkwardly staring, but we didn't care. I could feel my cock hardening as his hand moved closer and closer. His fingers then started working their way under my jeans. His fingers slowly running down my spine. Almost instantly, I had him up against the wall, my lips pressed tight against his, tongues dancing as though it were our last day alive. I hadn't drunk a thing that night, just like he wanted, and yet he wasn't here.Įventually I saw him come in with a couple of friends. But then I thought that I might seem clingy. After 3 hours, he still wasn't here and I was thinking of texting him to ask where he was. I tried to enjoy myself but it kept nagging me that he wasn't here. I knew he probably wouldn't be there yet, but I could always hope. I arrived at the club with some friends, only a few minutes after it opened. He replied `Same babes :) can't wait to get u back 2 mine. `Hey Hot Stud, can't wait to see you tonight. I went home happier than I'd ever been in my life, savouring the taste of him in my mouth, anxious to see him again tomorrow.Ī few hours after I woke up the next day, I sent Matthew a text saying: We kissed one last time before we parted ways. For a moment, it was hard to remember my own name. Almost as if he knew what I was going to say next, he said: This guy was the hottest person I had ever known, with features that made me all mellow inside, who I had shared a kiss with which was just as exciting as my first kiss was, who I was going to see again tomorrow and yet I had no idea what his name was. We got our phones out and exchanged numbers. So if we meet in the club again tomorrow, when you're sober, we can pick up where we left off?" "But," he said "I'm coming here again tomorrow night. But the words never made it out of my mouth. I tried to object, to say that I'd only had a little bit and that I'd be fine. I don't want a guy passing out and throwing up while we're fucking." "I don't take guys home unless they're sober. All these questions floating round my head unable to be spoken, unable to be answered. Why not? What did I do wrong? I thought you liked me. I meant to say `what?' but it came out more like a weak groan. Getting closer, he locked his hands with my hands and rested his forehead against mine. "So.do I get to go back to your place?" I said. Outside, I looked him in his gorgeous eyes. Soon, the bouncers were making everyone leave the club, and together we walked away. I tried to explore his whole mouth with my tongue, tasting the bottom of his tongue, the roof of his mouth, anywhere my tongue could reach. Our eyes both closed and our arms in tight embrace, his tongue slid across my taste buds. I could feel his warm wet tongue begin to enter my mouth. My hand running slowly up his bare arm, I could feel the goose bumps as he became more and more excited. Soon, it became just an excuse to touch each other. In each other's arms, we danced and swayed. But he smiled at me, took my arm and led me to the dance floor. What the fuck, I thought to myself, yeah, real fucking smooth. "How come you're dancing all alone?" He said to me in the sweetest voice I've ever heard.