The club (t/t, anal)
by einhard
PLEASE NOTE: This story is fiction from beginning to end. The characters don't exist, and the things they do, never happened.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is a sequel to "The Pool", which in turn is a sequel to "The yard". You might want to read the other two stories first. Oh, and this is the last part I have written. I might end it here, or I might continue. If you do reply to this, don't expect me to get back to you until mid-January. I'm taking a vacation now.
The incident with the bass player happened on the Thursday of the last week of vacation. On Friday, I walked around with a constant hard-on, but I refrained from touching it. Too sore. And on Saturday, it was the same. To take my mind off things, I decided to og to a youth disco at the club. An opportunity to dance, just what I needed to take my mind off things.
It started at 8:00 p.m., and I got there around 9. Lots of people on the floor, good. I wondered if the band with my "lover" in it would be playing, but they weren't. Just a DJ.
I lost no time getting out on the floor, and pretty soon, sweat was running freely, partly from the heat of the place, but mostly from all the frenetic energy of my dancing. I attracted quite a bit of attention, which is nice and a bit scary all at once.
I danced for a full half hour before taking my first break. The obliging DJ had been playing mostly stuff that allowed for fast movement, but the minute something slower came on, I wanted to get off the floor. I wasn't quick enough, however, and Milly caught me. The next few minutes were spent trying not to suffocate between her massive jugs, at the same time keeping just enough distance between our lower bodies to keep my raging erection from grinding against her. It was weird; she didn't turn me on, but still the closeness of another body... Strange.
I spotted him during that first break. Tony, a dark-haired, dark-skinned boy. He was known as a bad boy, a boy who boozed and did drugs. Also, rumors were flying about all the girls he'd fucked. Some said twenty, others claimed it was fifty or even a hundred. He had a small crowd of them around him now, trying not to be obvious.
I sipped my Coke, glancing over at him every now and then. He looked like an angel. A baby face, completely smooth and a little round, long curly hair. It was his heigth and something indefinable around his eyes that betrayed his age. Something... hard. Vicious, almost.
He caught me looking, and smiled. Or did he? Was he leering at me? Fuck! I hoped my desire didn't show.
I got back on the floor, but my mind wasn't on dancing anymore. Tony was circling the floor, eyeing me. Or so it seemed. Standing by the exit, he fixed me with a penetrating stare, and... Holy shit! He was groping his crotch! I stopped dancing, and just stood there, staring. He flicked his head in the direction of the door, and walked through it.
I was on autopilot as I made my way through the crowd of dancing teens. With only a moment's hesitation I slipped outside and saw him. He was walking slowly away, his ass moving from side to side like a girl's. I followed him.
A short walk, and he turned round a corner. I followed, and found him waiting.
"Nathan", he said, the unlit cigarette in his mouth waving up and down. I kept quiet. He took the cigarette between two fingers and slowly moved it in and out between slightly parted lips, his other hand loosening the buttons in his fly. His cock emerged from it; no underwear.
Still saying nothing, I sunk to my knees and took it inside my mouth. He hissed sharply, but didn't say a word as I began bobbing on his thick meat. It wasn't all that long, probably a little shorter than mine, in fact, but it was of the beer can variety. Trying to stuff as much of it as possible inside, I reached down to release my own aching pecker.
"Up!" he said softly. I rose. He signalled for me to turn towards the wall. I did, and he pushed my shoulders down. I bent forward at the hips, touching the wall with my hands. He pulled my pants and briefs down to my knees, then put both hands on my ass, stroking my cheeks. A finger moved to my crack, poking at the hole. His hands left me, and I wanted to scream. Then I felt something moist and cold at my opening. I shuddered.
"Just lubing you up. You wanna feel good when my cock goes inside, don't you?" he whispered. Fearfully, I turned round. It looked a lot bigger now. He smiled at me, then fished something out from the breast pocket of his shirt. Ripping it open, he revealed a condom, which he expertly rolled down his shaft.
"Face the wall", he told me. Trembling, I obeyed. I shut my eyes tightly, waiting for the pain. Then it was there, something big and thick right at my asshole.
It didn't hurt half as much as I had thought it would. He only made very small motions at first, just teasing the hole. I breathed more easily, and he thrust a little harder, just beginning to penetrate me. I felt my anus opening a little bit,and it still didn't hurt. Then some more, and a little more... A quick shove, and bit my lips to keep from yelling. He stopped, and the pain subsided. Another push, and this time I did squeak a little.
"Sssh!" he said. "The head's in now. That's the worst part. Relax!" I tried. He pushed some more, and I gave a low groan.
"Half way there. Just a little more." I felt the rest of it slide slowly past my sphincter, then something coarse on my cheeks.
"There. Feel it? That's my pubes brushing your ass, Nate. I'm in all the way now. Just relax some more. I'm gonna fuck you now."
He began pulling out, and I scrunched up my face in pain. He pushed in again. Out once more, then in. After a little while of that, I didn't feel so bad anymore. Just full. He started moving a little faster, pulling out until it felt like he was gonna leave my ass altogether, then thrusting in hard, making little slapping noises as he hit bottom. I was able to concentrate more on the feeling now, and it was good. I was rock hard again, having lost some of my erection when he first penetrated me.
He was going fast, pounding me. I was getting dizzy as I felt a big orgasm approaching, even if I wasn't even touching my dick. He slowed down, and a hand reached between my legs, beginning to stroke my shaft, then moving to my cockhead. A finger caressed my slit, catching the copious amounts of precum seeping from it. The finger moved up to my mouth, forcing itself between my lips. I eagerly opened up, tasting myself as well as the tobacco flavor from his fingers.
Grabbing my hips firmly with both hands, he speeded up again, now grunting with every thrust.
"I'm gonna shoot soon, real soon", he whispered. "Jerk yourself, I want you to cum before me", he ordered gruffly. Supporting myself with just one hand, I allowed the other to touch my dick and began stroking it. I don't think it took more than ten seconds before the jism was leaving me in strong jets, splashing against the wall to the accompaniment of my moans.
"Uh! Aagh! Yeah! I'm cumming, I'm cumming inside your tight ass, Nate! I'm shootin' my load, yeaaahhh!" It was a low wail, and I could feel the vibrations in his pipe as the spunk travelled along it, heading for the slit and the escape. I remember thinking it would have been hot if he had released it inside me, drenching my insides.
He bent forward, his chest resting on my back, cock halfway out of me.
"That was good, Nate. You're tight and hot. Real tight."
Gently, he eased out of me. I gasped a little as his cockhead passed my sphincter, then he was out, and I was empty. I almost cried then, I wanted so much to feel him back, to be filled up by him. He slapped one ass cheek.
"You can get up now." I turned round, and he was dressed again, the soiled condom lying on the ground. I wiped the remains of my cum with my hand, and bent down to wipe it off on the grass, but he stopped me and brought my hand to his short.
"Wipe it there", he said. It left a stain.
I got my briefs and pants back on. He was glancing round the corner, and the madness of the situation hit me. We were out in the open, for fuck's sake! Anybody could have seen us.
He turned back to me, handing me a bunch of condoms.
"Keep at least two with you all the time. You're gonna be my bitch from now on, whenever I say so. Okay?"
I nodded, and he left. After a minute I followed, and started to walk home. A week before, I had been an innocent. Now I felt like a veteran slut. I didn't know what to think of it. It was sort of common, demeaning. But my asshole was screaming to be filled again, too. There could be no turning back.
This story is copyrighted by me, einhard. (c) 2001. All rights reserved.
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