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Part 45: Name your target
It was the Friday before I went back for the spring term. Christmas/New Year/Internship had all happened. I was packed and it was clearly a moment for some filthy fun in both mine and Jeff's eyes. As it was a Friday, Sling was obviously the place to go. All dressed up. Trakkies on the top, cab booked we drank bourbon and ginger ales and made out a bit.
We were heading to Sling later than normal, just to allow it to get going. So at 9pm the bell rang but a different cab driver was there. To be honest he was a lot of fun. A very curious straight guy amazed that a club like Sling existed and what went on in there.
We arrived, got changed and headed for the bar. There was something so different now. I felt totally natural, totally at home in there. I recognised and talked to guys happily, I wasn't nervous about unwanted attention, in fact I always dealt with it with a smile and a little touch. One guy who'd tried it on a few months previously chatted to me about not being a bitch about it really helped and made guys feel alright about themselves. With a vodka and red bull on the go Jeff whispered into my ear "what's your target for tonight?".
It's a question he'd often ask in Sling. There was always such a diversity of leather, rubber and sports guys. Always a diversity of shapes etc and yeah sometimes I targeted certain looks on a night.
I licked my fingerless gloved hand looked around and spotted Thomas.
Now Thomas wasn't my normal kind of guy I'd go for. He was unremarkable, overweight, bald. He looked like the type of guy that was your mates geeky dad with his thick glasses. He never seemed to get any attention and was always pushed away including by me at one point. But that night he was alone, his mates not there he looked lost. Yes he followed the dress code with his harness and leather shorts but he wasn't one of the full on guys like Jeff & myself with everything.
I looked at Jeff, took a swig of my drink nodded in Thomas's direction and said "it's time Thomas got a bit of me".
Jeff grinned "oh my Sam, you're total filth, go get him"
I walked around the bar, getting another drink and parked up in front of Thomas "Hey you, how's it going".
He looked nervous, like `what the fucks going on'. Rejections can be felt deep and clearly when I did that it hurt. He obviously was confused. "I'm alright Sam, thinking about leaving my mates aren't here".
"Oh don't do that" I said leaning in and rubbing his cock and balls through his shorts "I've got a real hunger to get fucked by you tonight".
His mouth opened "Sam, no, you're joking, please don't take the piss out of me". He looked sad that I'd even suggest it to him.
"Thomas I don't joke and I want you to fuck me like the filthy slut I am, so all these guys can see." I licked my hand, that trigger, sunk to my knees, buried my face into his leather shorts and started to eat them.
Hey fellas look, Sam is about to sink'. Came the shouts together with yes Thomas it's your go'. Thomas's right hand now pushed my head on deep.
"You stupid slut. You honestly thought you'd ever cope with rejecting me and not be able to give in. Guys, all of you, spit in his face". In Sling messages would often get around about freaks like me. Often some people would come and join but what happened that night to me was pretty unique. I lost count, rapidly as guy after guy walked up to the section in the bar I was in and spat into my face. Guys I knew, guys I didn't came up and unleashed. Eventually my eyes were closed my face dripping with drool.
Thomas picked me up, blinded by drool he led me to the dance floor.
I knew there were guys close, I knew that I was dripping drool, but a push and pull and pressure on my ass before it gave we to whoops and cheers. There was a picking up of pace on my ass, I couldn't see as I didn't wipe my face.
However, it didn't last long before I was flung forward and dumped onto the dance floor. Picking myself up, smearing enough gunge off my face and making my way back to the bar. Nasty' you slut' whore' how low will you go' being said.
I joined Jeff who played with my hole. "Well that's another bit deeper" and the evening carried on.
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