John’s Day Out, Part 2 [MM] [Oral] [Anal] [Fiction]

He was right, of course. While it’s what he would’ve preferred, John wasn’t sure he could’ve made it through a night of drinks and talking. Not in a bar like this. His eyes locked with the stranger’s.

“Could even make you a drink when we get there, if you want~” The stranger offered. “Sound good~?”

It really did. Maybe a night with this stranger would help clear his head. He could pass by Marcia without thinking of what it would be like to pin her against the nearest flat surface.

“Sure.”

He just wished that could’ve sounded a little more confident. Not that it seemed to matter to this young man, given the wicked grin he wore.

“Then why wait~? Let’s go!”

For someone so small, he had a firm grip. John was tugged along by this stranger, out of the bar and a ways down the street. Until they came to an apartment building, and not a cheap looking one at that.

“Francois,” His stranger said to the bellhop out front. “I’ll be having a guest for a few hours. Don’t let anyone up, okay?”

“Sure thing, Mister Vylel,” replied the bellhop. He then looked John up and down, as if sizing him up. He wasn’t allowed much time to think on what that could mean, though, as “Vylel”, now pulled him into the lavish building and to an already opening elevator which they rode to the eighth floor. Their dizzying pace didn’t cease until they’d gone down the hall and some doors to the right, stepping now inside his host’s equally lavish looking apartment.

John had never seen somewhere so expensive. Fine rugs decorated an ornate tile pattern floor, with two golden chandeliers illuminating the whole of the rooms. A bathroom lacking walls to separate it from the bedroom beside, with a tub separate from the shower built into the wall beside the toilet. The bed was massive, far too big for JUST his host. On its left was a vanity, the surface littered with assorted makeup and hairspray. John could also see the bar, against the opposite wall and beside a sliding glass door. One he presumed led to a balcony.

“Here we are~”

For the first time since they’d left the bar, Vylel let go of his hand. He headed off behind the bar, grabbing two glasses which he quickly filled with white wine.

“So. . . Vylel,” John began.

“That’s my name~ Better learn it fast. That won’t be the last time you say it today, I promise~ Mind telling me yours~? Just so I know what to scream~”

“John,” He answered, and tried not to let his face turn too red. “Do you, um. . . Do this often?”

It probably wasn’t the most polite question. But in the moment, John was at a loss for anything else to say. If Vylel was bothered, though, he didn’t show it.

“Only with guys like you, cutie~ Ones that catch my eye down at the bar. And I guess for work.”

“Work?” John repeated. “You’re a prostitute?”

“Not anymore. Porn star.”

Oh, because that helped his confidence in the moment any better than the latter. John wasn’t sure how many guys he’d be competing with, but the number probably wasn’t low. Vylel was beautiful enough that it wouldn’t be a surprise.

His host drew closer, handing over one of the flutes of wine. Vylel still smiled, but there was less mischief behind it than before. He reached up and gently lay a hand against John’s face, bringing the blush to his cheeks he’d been trying desperately to hide.

“Don’t be so nervous, John. You’re going to do fine, I’m sure. Now-”

His host turned, moving the ponytail of blond hair from in front of the dress’ zipper.

“Mind unzipping me before we get going~?”

John nodded, though more hastily than he meant. With nowhere to put his glass down, he carefully began undoing the zipper. It traveled from the nape of Vylel’s neck, down to just below his petite rear. Once it had been undone, all his host did to remove it was shrug. The dress fell away as if it hadn’t been gripping tightly to his form a minute before.

Vylel wasn’t quite naked just yet, but he might as well have been for all the ogling John found himself doing. He was wiry, athletic like a swimmer. No hint of blemish, bruise, or even acne scars to be seen. Vylel’s body was, without any other word to use, perfect. Aside from a pair of heels John could now see were the same red, a pair of lacey black panties hugged an equally petite manhood.

“I would ask if you like what you see,” Vylel teased, “But I think I already know the answer. Come on, let’s go sit~”

John followed his host to the bed, wherein Vylel unceremoniously threw back the entire flute of wine. He lay the glass on his vanity, before kicking off his heels and climbing in.

“Well?” He asked. “Joining me? Or are you having second thoughts~?”

Not so much second thoughts as a small case of the jitters. It had been a long time since John had done anything like this, and those worries from before were getting the best of him.

“I’m sorry, uh, but I didn’t bring-”

“Protection?” Vylel cut him off. A flourish of his hand, and a condom sat between two of his host’s delicate fingers.

“Maybe if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you have a round without it. But we’ll start with this~ Come on, John. Don’t keep me waiting~”

The heat returned to John’s cheeks. Right. This was it. He couldn’t just stand there, flustered like it was his first time. He could do this. Steeling his resolve, he began to undress. Vylel’s eyes ate up every inch of his body. The hair on his chest, the scars of injuries long healed. He liked what he saw, and it showed in those glittering blue eyes. John removed every bit of clothing save for his boxers, just like Vylel had done with his dress. And now that he could feel the cool of the AC down his back, he climbed into the bed. Where Vylel crawled to meet him.

The smaller man climbed on top, sitting with his rear rested just below John’s chin. Though he couldn’t see, John could feel the other man begin to explore. The elastic of his boxers was lifted, and his manhood, too, was greeted by the room’s cool air.

“Wow~”

Something warm and soft ran along the side of his cock. Vylel’s tongue, if he had to guess. It traveled along the shaft in slow, careful licks. Then found its way to just above the foreskin, traveling around the head’s base at just the same speed.

He moaned, desperation clear in its low tones. Stifled only when Vylel pushed himself backwards. The seat of his panties pressed to John’s mouth, muffling the sound.

“Shhh. Patience~ You’re doing good, just be patient~ I wouldn’t mind a little myself, you know~”

Guessing from his insinuation, John pressed his face into the seat of Vylel’s underwear. His nose was overcome with the smell of the other man’s sex, the perfume more delicate than his own musk for sure. His partner didn’t let out so much as a squeak.

*Going to make me work for it, then*, he thought. *Alright. I’ll play.*

He grabbed the panties and shoved their seat to one side. That also garnered no reaction, but his tongue exploring as well certainly did. John pressed it against his partner’s hole, threatening with each lick across that he might push inward. Suddenly, Vylel was appearing less in control. The pride was taken from his tone as adorable moans escaped past his lips. Though not to be outdone, he took his own game a step up. His lips wrapped around the head of John’s cock, tongue swirling against the tip. John let his moans work to his advantage, letting them vibrate through the other man’s ass while he continued to lick. Soon the only sound either could hear was the other, attempting to outshine the other.

John knew his own limits. After being inactive so long, there was only so much he could do. Vylel seemed to sense this, too, for he now began to bob his head along the other man’s entire length. A few times, John felt the brush of his host’s lips against his groin.

But he wouldn’t lose out. With both hands, he spread Vylel open to get a better aim. He gave one hesitant prod before thrusting in with his tongue. No accounting for taste, but it did as he’d hoped. Vylel moaned again, louder than before. The screams of pleasure reverberated through John’s length, but he’d caught his host off guard. He probed with his tongue, seeking out that weak spot he knew must’ve been there. And at the smallest touch of his tongue to it, came the loudest cry of all.

Suddenly the front of those panties were soaked. Vylel’s moans, though muffled, grew to their greatest volume only to quiet just as suddenly.

The cock was removed from his mouth with a pop. John restrained himself from reaching down to finish where his host had left off. He’d been right on the precipice himself, if the shorter man hadn’t pulled away.

“Good. . . Good boy~” Vylel muttered. “I didn’t. . . expect. . . To cum so hard. Not like that.”

He slipped away from John’s face effortlessly, as though the large man’s grip wasn’t worth a thing.“Something told me you’d be worth my time. Glad to know I was right~”

He stood on the bed again, legs spread above John’s sex. If he’d been a couple inches taller, Vylel’s head might have brushed the chandelier above them. His hands gingerly removed the pair of panties, using them to wipe away what small amount of cum had tried clinging to him.

In terms of size, while he didn’t boast about that kind of thing, John certainly won out. Vylel’s was shorter by a few inches, but fit his equally thin frame.

“So much so, I don’t think I WANT this,” He said, holding up the condom again. Another flick of the wrist, and it too was tossed aside.

Though Vylel was practically a stranger, John was overcome with a powerful sense of trust. Maybe it was just his libido talking, but if his host didn’t want to use one, then it couldn’t have been TOO much of a risk. Right?

The decision was soon out of his hands. Guiding it with one hand, Vylel gave himself to John’s manhood. He took it effortlessly to its base, though John could feel the tight hole squeezing around his cock. This wasn’t to be as easy a round as the first, he could tell that much.

“Sorry, John.”

Vylel’s voice had become breathy, disrupted by heated gasps as he bounced slowly along his guest’s sex.

“I couldn’t wait to. . . To have this. I hope you’re ready.”

Both hands came to John’s chest, all ten nails digging into his skin. What had been a slow, easygoing pace now became a heated race. Now it was John’s turn to scream in pleasure. Vylel fit him perfectly, every rise of that petite ass stroking his cock from base to tip. Even the scratches across his chest served only to make him want it more. With weak hands, he gripped to the sides of his host. Every bounce down being met with an upward thrust of his hips. The bed springs creaked beneath them as they continued, slamming against one another in a heated desperation for climax.

It was too good to hold back. Though he’d outpaced Vylel before, there wouldn’t be any of that this time. His grip tightened, and John growled as he thrust up faster. They were loud enough that Vylel’s neighbors were sure to hear their carrying-on. Neither one cared, though. All that mattered was each other. How perfect Vylel felt, wrapped around John’s length. With each powerful thrust, his sack slapped against the other man’s petite ass.

“Oh, FUCK~! Yes, John, just like that! Come on, give it to me!”

John let out a noise somewhere between a moan and a roar. He rocked forward, shifting them both so Vylel now lay on the bed with his legs around the bigger man’s waist. The bed rocked back and forth with each thrust of his hips, until John could wait no longer. One last slam, as deep as he could, the moment of pinnacle ecstasy arrived. Vylel, too, let out a wordless cry as John filled him with shot after shot. His host’s cock had loosed its own, which now pooled down the head and onto Vylel’s waistline.

They lingered in that moment for a blissful eternity. John holding Vylel close to him as he let loose with shots one after another. Was the room beginning to spin? Or maybe things had felt THAT good.

They separated once he’d finished, again to a wet pop from his host. John collapsed back into the bed. Why did he feel so heavy all of a sudden? That had taken more out of him than he’d thought. He could feel Vylel crawling back on top of him, cuddling into his chest.

“You’ve done your part, John. Go on to sleep, now~”

Another yawn. John hadn’t been this tired a second ago. A finale like that must’ve taken more out of him than he thought. His eyes began to drift closed, as the soft sheets dragged him deeper into a nap. He must’ve already been dreaming, because for a moment, he could’ve sworn Vylel had sprouted a pair of leathery, bright pink wings.

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