Bass was vibrating through my whole body as I slowly went down the concrete stairs. My head still felt heavy from heartbreak and daytime drinking. After spending days in a small dark flat and crying out my eyes between periods of depression naps it was almost as if I wasn’t used to standing up straight. Six years of relationship went down the drain as my mind slowly dripped into the gutter. Finally after two weeks a friend had finally broken through the thick haze around my eyes, thrown me into a shower, dressed me up and led me to a local club. The music would cure me he said.
And it worked. After drinking myself into a mood the beats had managed to hijack my body and I felt at home between the hot grinding bodies. Just as I caught myself enjoying the whole messy bun of meat and feelings I felt a hand on my behind. Quickly watching around if my friend or one of his accomplices was playing a trick on me I noticed no familiar faces. Was it maybe a girl? No, they knew how terrible it was to be groped on the dance floor. Or was someone taking revenge on men? Confused I turned completely around and the hand disappeared unseen. No one was paying attention to me, all caught up in their dancing. Only some nerdy, scrawny looking dude was looking up, gave me a confused or maybe shy smile but quickly concentrated back on his friends. He didn’t look like he was the type to feel up some men.
A little confused I started looking for my friends and quickly found them in a corner on some seats looking like oversized Ottomans. As I was sitting down someone handed me a drink. It was Alex, one of my friends. Managing to show him a little, grateful smile he seemed pleased. “Finally your mood seems to catch up with the rest of us. I’m glad you came with us.” Remembering the reason why he had brought me had me frowning again and quickly I looked down on my cup.
Some drinking later most of Alex friends had taken him back to the dance floor while I slowly felt tipsy. Creaking leather and a shift in the surface under me told me someone had just sat down next to me and I surfaced from my brooding tunnel vision. Looking up from my cup I noticed the nerdy guy from earlier. Now he definitely had a shy smile. “Hi, I’m Finn.”, he introduced himself. Conspicuous as to why some random dude would talk to me I gave him a closer look. He was not unfit yet far from muscly, a good bit taller than me, clean healthy skin and making a well groomed impression. His clothes and demeanour didn’t set him apart from anyone else in the club. “Steven”, I murmured. I knew it was probably rude to be so cold to someone so obviously open to conversation but I just didn’t feel like making new friends tonight.
“Thats a pretty name.”, he grinned. My heart felt like it was getting a jump start. Was this guy hitting on me? Surely not. My silent, conspicuous stares seemed to make him feel uneasy. Still he tried his best to start a conversation. “So what’s ya’ poison?”, he asked nodding towards the cup in my hands. I looked down and back up at him. After locking myself in my head for such a long time talking like this felt like walking with your legs asleep. “Gin and tonic I believe.” Looking him in the eyes and seeing his desperate smile I added: “It’s not very good and that comes from someone who isn’t a real gin snob.”
Finn looked satisfied, finally getting an answer consisting out of more than just a couple of words. Feeling motivated to make it a streak I kept talking. “I’m sorry if I appear cold but I’m currently going through a lot.” He nodded: “You can see that from a mile. I can leave you if you prefer to get some peace but I thought you might need a friend who doesn’t treat you like are in social rehab.” Strangely and against my will I giggled. I never giggled. Even my body felt a little less rigid and cold. This guy was pretty all right.
“I don’t know who was stupid enough to set you in such a mood, but I didn’t lie if I didn’t say it wasn’t my luck because you look someone I’d love to make happy.” Somehow his now obvious flirting attempts didn’t bother me. There where no experiences with men to speak off. A drunken kiss with a friend once, which was more of a dare, some confusing thoughts during puberty and some experiments with gay porn but never something that had moved something inside of me.
We spend a good hour talking, Finn was flirting a little but in boundaries I’d consider polite and not offensive. Despite his nerdy appearance he wasn’t a cliche nerd. Well he liked nerdy stuff but he was a well mannered and open socialiser. After some fun talk and with my mood rising he made a daring suggestion. “Why don’t we ditch and go to another club. I think the vibe in there might really heal some of your heartbreak.” Making eye contact with his open, friendly eyes it felt like we had been friends for years. It was just such a relaxed and natural connection. Feeling a little strange I nodded and quickly realised there where butterflies in my stomach.
Finn took me outside after we got our jackets. What followed was a wild ride of running, joking, teasing, storming into a gas station to get alcohol, stumbling and supporting each other before we got to the next venue, way more drunk than we had been before. It was a drum and bass club or at least a themed night. We danced and did shots while the energetic tunes waved around us in strands of bright lights, shapes and colours. As the night progressed into early morning our dancing got closer and closer until eventually our chests touched. Giggling I looked up into his eyes. He smiled right at me and I was shining back. Slowly our faces came closer and closer. I could feel his warmth on my skin, our hot breath between us. My heart was racing. This was much different from my first kiss with another man. This felt real. Intense. When our lips touched for the first time it was just brief and very gentle, more like they where caressing each other. After a short retreat we pushed in at the same time and a little to hard, so our teeth collided but we didn’t care. Our mouths where already sucking on each other. I wrapped my arms around his chest and rested them on his shoulders. His laid around my waist with his hands just above my butt. Greedily I opened his lips with mine and stuck the tip of my tongue out. It soon met his and as I tasted his sweet, liquor rich saliva I pulled him even closer, reaching up and grabbing the back of his head.
Washing into a blur of sweat, colours and the taste of his lips we kept dancing and making out until the club finally turned on the lights. Laughing and still dancing a little we joked our way outside. Not knowing where we where going I just followed where ever Finn was leading me by my hand.
Reaching a small apartment complex he took me upstairs to the top floor condo and opened the door for me. “After you, me lady, “, he joked with a little bow. Giggling drunk crazy I pushed him inside and quickly followed and pulled him into a wild kiss. Kicking off our shoes and throwing our jackets to the ground we made our way to the living room.
Quickly making out the couch that was also the centre of the room and turned towards a large panorama window I pushed Finn over the backrest immediately jumping him after. Laughing but not letting go of each others lips suddenly his hands crept up my thighs and took a hold of my behind. Squeezing my cheeks I felt the tension on my hole and strangely it felt good enough to make me moan. He immediately took his hands from them. “Did I hurt you?” “Did that sound like pain you idiot?”
I got back to making out and positioned his hands back on my bottom. Massaging my cheeks and pulling them apart had me going crazy. My dick was rock hard and already leaking pre cum but strange enough I didn’t care about getting pleasure, not even in the slightest. The only thing on my mind was taking care of Finn. He deserved it for talking me out of my hole of self despair.
Pushing my tingling crotch against his I felt he was as hard as I was. My lips parted with his and wandered over his neck down to the v-cut in his shirt. His skin was hot and tasted like sweat and spilled drinks. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Nodding I made my way down to his zipper. A little scared I slowed down. How should I even go about doing this? Cautious as if I was opening a bomb I pulled down the zipper and pushed the button of his jeans through the hole. “Wait, lets change positions at least, so its easier for you.” Nodding I changed from the couch to the floor while Finn turned into a upright sitting position. “Help me with my pants.”, he demanded with almost a commanding tone to his voice.
Swallowing a knot in my throat I started tugging on his trousers and helped him slowly getting rid of it. As the waist slid over his crotch I could see a clearly visible bulge. Finally his thick, uncut cock jumped free. It was of average size but thicker than any cock I had seen in real life. Two veins supplied the convex shaft on both sides. His balls where shaved, the skin over his dick just trimmed. On one hand I was glad it wasn’t a porn sized cock, on the other I was still scared.
Finally my desire to make this experience and thank Finn for his emotional support took over and I came closer. His crotch smelled like musk and sweat. On another day and with less alcohol in my bloodstream I would’ve disliked the strange scent but on this occasion it was interesting if not even intoxicating. Heat radiated from his thighs and throbbing genitals. I could feel it on my face. My mouth watering and my forehead sweating I gently placed my lips on one of his balls. It tasted like sweat and a little bit bitter.
As my heart hammered hard enough to break out of my chest I dared suck it into my mouth. It felt smooth and the layer of sweat gave it a slimy feeling in my mouth. The taste was horrid but I told myself it would get better as they would get cleaner. Eager to get them to this point I sucked in the other one and covered them in as much saliva as I could while Finn producing relaxed sighs and grunts. Slowly the rancid taste faded and I found myself to enjoy it to change from one nut to the other, pleasuring and teasing them with my tongue or light sucking.
With my behaviour getting a positive reflection by Finns joyful grunts I felt powerful and good. Basking in the appreciation I good daring and licked up his shaft. Back was the musky, sweaty taste but I didn’t mind. Now I knew it would eventually go away. Slowly cleaning his pulsing shaft his moans grew deeper and louder. “Fuck, it has been an eternity since I last got a blowjob.”, he sighed. Not sure how to react I shrugged my shoulders. “Well I’ve never done it.” Finn put a hand on my head and gently stroked my hair. “Well you are doing very well.” Glad I was doing something right I fixed my eyes on his tip. Wondering how it would taste and feel I touched it with the tip of my tongue.
Here the taste was the worst but the texture was … enticing. Bewitched by the strange feeling of firmness and driven by the endeavour to please and get the taste away as quickly as possible I dove his glance into my mouth. The aroma was enough to have my gag a little but I fought down the urge to pull back. Paired with the sweat and musk of his body there was something different. Probably the precum dripping from his tip. I had tasted my own cum and it had been awful but this … this I could get used to. Working his cock with my mouth and tongue the taste of dirt quickly faded while his seed had my mouth watering. This was addictive.
My whole lower body was tingling in lust as my submissive genes seemed to kick in. Eagerly I started working this other mans penis down my throat while he started panting. Daring I grabbed his balls, gently rubbing them between my fingers and giving them the occasional tug. Meanwhile my own hand wandered down my body and started to stroke myself. Feeling like a taboo, what I was doing was pushing my quickly towards the edge. His cock restricting my airflow only furthered my pleasure and he also appeared to enjoy it. “Oh shit. I don’t think I can hold out much longer.”, Finn moaned.
Making eye contact I tried to tell him “Do it.”, with my eyes as I pulled back a little to make room for my hands to jerk us both. Me down below and him with the tip of his dick still in my mouth. Soon his hips started to buck and I could feel my prostate pump. Suddenly he grabbed the cushions and a scream escaped his lungs as hot, thick semen erupted into my mouth. String after string of the tasty, delicious treat covered my tongue and shot into my throat. Startled I couldn’t hold back either and started making a mess of his floor.
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