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I slinked down into the backseat of Stephen's car in my drunken state and just sat there silent, as if I was waiting for the sweet angel of death. We were heading back to campus from one of the most fun nights I've ever had. It's not like we even did anything that special, it was just a simple outing to some random gay club downtown but I decided it was going to be the night that I just got shitface drunk. I didn't want to have any sort of control over my body, my words or my night. It would be the one time where I was completely vulnerable and exposed.
And my god was is a thrilling experience for me.
"You need to drink some water, tiger," Stephen said while digging for a bottle in his book bag.
"I'll only drink water if it's a back to some vodka, tiger," I replied back.
"No more liquor for you."
"Why not?"
"You're a fucking lightweight. And you're also kind of a whore but I'll let that slide."
"What did I do?"
"You danced and kissed a bunch of guys. I mean I danced with some other guys too but I never tried to kiss any of them."
I do somewhat remember that. The kissing. I remember the heat, how crammed the club was and how everyone was just constantly bumping into each other if they dared to move. I basically stood in one spot the entire night and just had a swirl of guys, one right after the other. I remembered one particular guy, he towered over me, dark hair with a few strands drooping over his psychotically green eyes. The second my eyes met his it was like I melted, I began to stammer, I lost my rhythm, I was no longer the `cool guy' in the club – he was. I felt like he looked at me just to look at me but I wanted him to hang around and to dance with me. I grabbed his hand and smiled just as it seemed like he was about to pass over me like some elementary game of duck duck goose. He retreated behind me and at first all he did was stand there, breathing down my neck. I pushed my ass back into his lap, he grabbed my hips and grinded his crotch into my ass. I reached my hands back to play with his hair, he gently grazed my neck with his thick tongue. I made a motion to get away, he pulls me back in even closer. It was a nonstop cause and event, everything I did had a reaction, everything he did had a reaction. There were no awkward pauses or moments of nothingness, we never stopped moving, touching, licking, or kissing. Then in an instant, where I simply turned around to see who was performing on the stage, he had disappeared. I never even got his name. I became somewhat frantic because I felt the eyes on us, I could sense the jealousy in the air, everyone hated us but they wanted to be us. Now he was gone and I was nothing more than some random, attractive gay guy in a sea of random, attractive gay guys.
Stephen and I ended up meeting again on the dancefloor and I used him to erase that tall, dark stranger, who in a way made my night. With Stephen I truly felt invincible. He was my guy and I wanted him to know that even though this was one night of showing out with any guy I wanted to in this club, I still belonged exclusively to him. I unleashed an energy that I wasn't even aware I possessed. I shimmied, I vogued, I served for filth, I shook, I craned, I was on an entirely different plane than everyone else in that club, there wasn't anyone in there who was seeing me and it was one of the most exhilarating feelings I've ever had. I slammed down one more fireball and coke then Stephen decided it was time for us to go. I didn't complain, my night was excellent. On our way out the door I happened to pass by my tall, dark companion who left me stranded for a second back on the dancefloor. He never made any motion at me, he just stared at me with those eyes. Those dark green eyes petrified me yet at the same time they drew me in. Then it hit me like a damn truck. I knew those eyes. It was Chuck. The same damn Chuck that so easily disengaged me back in high school managed to do it again on a dancefloor a few years later. He was pretty handsome back then but now... Jesus. He blossomed into something grand.
I was still buzzing with energy and passion, though. I needed a release. Someone to take me and be as wild as I am.
"Sorry I kissed other guys," I told Stephen in a whisper.
"It's okay, I know you're still a pretty sheltered and inexperienced kid so I can't be that upset over it. You did drink a lot and I know what it's like to just get hammered."
"Why aren't you back here with me?"
"You want me back there?"
"I always want you with me, daddy," I was so asking for it.
Like, we were sitting in a parking garage and there weren't any cars close to us. I was drunk as shit, Stephen was definitely drunk (although not nearly as much as me) so... why not? I watched him stumble into the backseat and full upon me, I saw something in his eyes that I rarely see. I saw him furious, I knew he wasn't going to take my loose lips at the club so lightly. I rubbed my fingers against his lips and he slapped my hand away. I reached up to kiss him then he pushed me back into the seat. Would this be the night where he dropped the façade and stopped dancing so carefully around his own feelings? Since we've been together I've felt that Stephen put my happiness in front of his own, as he should, but I wanted him to stop. I wanted one night of him realizing that he is his own person as well and he needs to take care of himself. I wanted him to finally put a fucking dent in everything that's been pissing him off. And by that, I mean I want him to put a dent on my insides. He knows how I like it.
"Lay down. All the way down, on your stomach," he instructed.
I was too afraid to be disobedient this early in our rendezvous, disobedience can wait for later. The car was turned off and it was the dead of winter, I needed to keep him warm and hard or he wouldn't be happy with me and this night would turn out to be a bust. As I dropped my head down to his chest, his happy cock flipped out from under his shirt and slapped me in the face. For a second all I could do was marvel at this monster that was facing me, so delicately smooth and thick and long. His balls hanging low in a clean, hairless sack, looking like two succulent eggs. I opened my mouth but couldn't muster up the courage to take this thing down, I knew how Stephen was feeling and I was just... afraid of what was going to happen to me.
"Did you forget how to suck dick?"
I couldn't come up with a response. It was an uncomfortable silence in the air as we just stared at each other. I felt his hands grab at my hair and I just closed my eyes, opened my mouth and let Stephen do whatever it was that he was going to do. His thick meat was jammed into my mouth, I was struggling, I felt like this was my first time all over again. I started to gag, choke spit was spewing out of my mouth. Then I looked up to see this oath loving it, his head leaning against the window with a goofy smile splattered across his face. I didn't want to disappoint him. I ate that fucking monster until my face was buried in his pubes and I was breathing through my nose. Once I got that down and was completely comfortable it was a breeze. I had all 9 inches of his meat resting in my mouth and I had my tongue slapping frantically at his balls. It took me some time to learn how to deepthroat and lick balls at the same time but you better believe it was some life changing shit for Stephen whenever I did it. I pulled my head back and watched in awe as his cock, draped in my spit, danced around waiting for me to welcome it back to its warm home. I grabbed it at the bottom then flicked wrapped my tongue around the head, slowly jerking it and eventually matching it with the rhythm of my tongue. I could hear him whimpering in pleasure and nothing turned me on as much as knowing that I was turning him on. Took a deep breath. Closed my eyes. His cock disappeared again down my throat, I know I wasn't going to be able to do this much longer. Don't get me wrong, I love sucking Stephen's dick but I don't think I'm that good at blowjobs, or I just don't like giving them for too longer. I much prefer getting my ass pounded. As I pulled my head back once more I gently nibbled at his tender skin with my teeth.
"I want it in me, daddy."
"Not just yet."
I was prepared to reply to that but as I opened my mouth he pushed my head back down, wrapped his legs around my head, supported his own body with his hands and fucked my face like some gymnast who was finally released from the gym. My face was slapping into his crotch, I started gagging again but he wasn't letting up his grip on me. God, something about his dick just tasted so marvelous. I swung my arms like mad to let him know I needed a breath, and still nothing. Instead of slowing down and maybe giving me a break to compose myself he just fucked my throat even harder. His pants and shirt were wet with my saliva, the car was rocking like crazy, the back windows were now steamed up and I didn't want him to stop (I lose all mental stability during sex). I finally got in tune with him and now I didn't need a break, my breathing was fine, I was still drooling all over his warm meat but I know that's just what he wanted. I ran my hands to cup his firm butt then he dropped to the seat with my hands still under him.
"Hold on, these clothes are in the way."
We both stripped butt ass naked and I let out a slight gasp at how his body looked. The lights were off in the car and all we had was a hint of light coming in from the garage. It shined right down on Stephen from his chest to his thighs, they were glowing against the soft white touch. His strong thighs sitting close together with his massive cock standing at full attention between them. His chest and chiseled abs glistening with hints of sweat. I would lick this man, I would fuck this man, I would do anything this man ever wanted.
"Put it back in your mouth."
I happily obliged. To my surprise I felt Stephen slide his wet fingers up and down the crack of my ass, I knew where this was going! I reached back to pull my cheeks apart, arched my back and squirmed when I felt his finger begin to poke at my hole. That thing tightens up with the quickness no matter what Stephen does to it. He loves it, I love it. I loved how he played on my ass cheeks like they were bongos, just slapping at them each time harder than the last. He pulled my cheeks apart and I felt it. Like a sharp wave of all my nerves firing off at once. I took a moment to realize what was happening and relaxing my body. He slowly pulled his finger out to the tip then back down it went. As he slowly pushed his finger in, I slowly pushed my head down on his cock. As he pulled his finger out, I pulled my head back. It was so cute. I sucked him as he fingered me. But I wanted more.
"Eat it, daddy."
"On your back, bitch."
Oh he's getting there. Just a few more minutes until I have him just the way I want him. I flipped myself over, threw my feet up to the window behind me, grabbed my cheeks and just stayed in the position, exposed and waiting for my master to have his way with me. He took my hands and tossed them to my chest, pulled me in deeper to the seat and then I screamed out like bloody murder. This fucker! I was expecting his tongue to hit my tender hole but no, it was a cube of fucking ice. He must have got it from the bar before we left. It wasn't a bad feeling, don't get me wrong, but I just wasn't expecting it. He shot his hand over my and did it again, I squirmed in the seat until my body was finally okay with it. He held the ice on my hole with his tongue until the thing completely melted away, then he dove his tongue right on in. I gripped the rear and front headrests and held on tight while he did all the tricks on me.
One finger, two fingers, tongue, in and out, slow then fast, swirling the tongue, rubbing at my prostate, probing around as if he was on a search for gold (hopefully he doesn't find any). This guy was a highly skilled ninja down there. It was too dark for me to see anything so everything different came as a surprise and with each surprise my body would react more strongly than before, I would squirm, I was moaning faintly, my chest rapidly going up and down with my hard breathing, sweat beginning to form on my body, Stephen was turning my hole into his personal late night dinner. He licked it, he licked every single inch that he possibly could, and he fingered and licked it at the same time. I tried to pull away when the pleasure was hitting me harder than I anticipated but there was no escaping him. He'd just put me right back in my place and go back to his stride. It was magical.
"Please Stephen... Fuck me."
"What?"
"Fuck me."
That look. Those eyes. The fury and rage that I've only seen glimpses of had finally returned. But this wasn't like the past where it would appear and then vanish in an instant. It remained on his face, it remained in his look, what have I done to him? Was he really that angry at me for what I did at the club?
As he broke his gaze, he broke me. One swift plunge and I had a violent reaction. I screamed again and tried to pull my body back but his grip on my shoulders was far too powerful for me to overcome. I looked down to see that only half his cock was inside me anyway. I looked back up at my king with the biggest sad puppy dog face I could muster and he returned it with a smile of pure sadism and joy. I didn't even feel like I was looking at the same person.
"Slowly, please-"
All the way in. My scream cut short by his hand covering my mouth. My ass was on fucking fire. Tears were already forming in my eyes. He pulled out just so only the head was still inside me and my ass instinctively wanted to push the intruder completely out but he plunged the entire thing back in me once more.
"You need to be trained. You're going to fucking learn. Your ass belongs to me."
Out. In. Out. In. Out. Pause. In. Pause. Out halfway. In. Out. In. Out. In. His hand still has yet to leave my mouth but luckily for me the pain has now subsided and I feel pleasure in this violation. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in close to me. I wanted to be his, completely and totally his. I wanted him to cave my ass out and deposit his seed in me. He quickened the pace. His cock slamming into my insides as if this was the last time he'd ever have sex. If anyone was watching all they'd see was a car violently shaking, they'd heard my muffled moans of passion, they'd hear my bubble ass getting slapped with strong hands and a strong pelvis, they'd know someone was getting owned in that car.
He moved his hand from my mouth and the first thing I did was sink my tongue into his mouth. He pushed my head into the window rest and put a tight grip on my throat as he continued his crusade through my ass. One hand on my throat, he slaps me. He slaps me again. He pulls my hair. He grabs my shoulders then rails into like a mad man. His thick cock is absolutely wrecking me far worse than it's ever done before and I love every second of it. I couldn't even say anything to turn him on more, my mouth was empty, words refused to be formed. I was basically groaning, moaning, and panting like a wild animal. He fucked me with such vigor I thought there was a distinct possibility that I wouldn't be able to walk properly for a few days. This was a new Stephen. A more animalistic Stephen. A Stephen that had something to prove.
And just like that, he stopped.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, just need to change positions."
"To what?"
This kid never lets me speak. He threw me up against the seat so I was facing the back window and my ass was facing the front window. I braced myself for more destruction but this time he was surprisingly gentle. He didn't just jam the entire thing in me this time, he slowly worked it inside while planting soft kisses along my neck and my back. He jerked me off during, he licked me all over, he whispered in my ear how much he loves me and wants to be with me. He was my random cute guy all over again. This time he was sensual rather than animal. Soft instead of beast. Calm over vicious. It was as if I was strolling along a beautiful garden in Europe, with no one around to disturb me, everything was at peace.
A peace that one can only experience once in life. I was in Hell. My poor ass was getting ripped apart. He had the pace of a jackhammer, I kid you not. This guy has a stamina that just does not make any humanly sense. But it was so, so fucking good. I loved how he tore into me, I loved how he reduced me to complete submission, I loved how dominant Stephen was tonight. Gone were the gentle kisses, replaced with hard bites and dragging his teeth down my skin, everything felt so right. I could barely see straight. He was doing such a number on me that it felt like my brain was only concentrating on my ass, ignoring everything else in the process. I didn't want this to be wholly one-sided though. I know there was no chance of being able to match his pace but I threw my ass back on his cock to the best of my ability. Every time he tugged at my hair I'd move to get away, but that was just to egg him on, to tease him. I loved teasing Stephen during sex because I know he hated being teased. Whenever I disobeyed him he'd go that extra step deeper. Yes, he was capable of going harder but I think we both knew I could only experience that in short, infrequent bursts. Stephen was capable of doing the hardness that could actually cause some damage to the area. It feels amazing, for me, but trust me, it's not something that one should go through often or for long periods.
Being with Stephen I always lost my desire to truly fight. To truly be his equal. But not this time, I wanted to match him. I wanted to go toe to toe and be able to tell the tale. I was in a daze but not entirely out of it, I clenched my ass on that mighty meat and worked it better than anyone he's had before. Each squeeze, each thrust, I had him whimpering for once. I could barely make out his face but I could faintly see his head thrown back, mouth agape, he was getting close to the edge and I wanted to be the one to bring him there, so we could jump together.
I grabbed him by his chest, threw him on the seat and sat my ass right on his cock. All the way inside. Balls fucking deep. I took my lips to his and slowly bounced my ass up and down, still squeezing my ass as tight as it could go with his dick in me. But Stephen wanted to be the superior, he reached for my throat but I slapped his hand away and instead I was the one to put my hands around his throat. He angrily pulled at my hair and tried to dig his dick in deeper but I wouldn't allow it. Not this time. I wanted to be just as good as him. I shot up! Then I shot back down. I did spins. I was twerking. I worked my hips in motions I wasn't even aware I could do. I laid back so that my head was on the shifter and still had his dick completely submerged inside me. As hard as I was moaning and begging for sweet release so was Stephen. I could feel his cock swell inside me and I knew he was close. I felt my balls churn and there was the edge I was hoping for. I lunged back at Stephen and quietly moaned in his ears.
"Cum inside me."
With each pulse of his cock, I could feel his cum shooting inside me. His swollen cock pumping out rope after rope. My cock matching his with each step. I didn't even have to touch my dick to cum, it just happened anyway. I shot all over Stephen's abs, just as he shot all in my hole. I collapsed onto him and felt his cock slowly fall out with a loud plop. His warm cum gently oozing out of my ass. This was by far our best night.
"A plus," I told him.
"As always."