Visitors of the rave club differed when I visited sober. Their slow speech and sorrowful faces comical. I struggled to believe their professed state of nirvana. Armed with poppers, lube, and condoms, guys pursued me throughout the evening, and I played with the nicer ones.
My first interest, an adorable straight eighteen-year-old blond boy with glazed green eyes, stood five feet five — you know what I’m thinking: compact ass.
“You’re a handsome guy.” I injected into a dull conversation.
“You look good too. I’m straight but curious what it’s like doing things with guys,” he replied in a monotone voice.
“Maybe I can help you out. I’m bi. It’s better that way. I enjoy hot babes, and guys help me out once in a while.”
“That sounds good. Yeah, bi is better than gay.”
“Let’s go to the bathroom. I’ll sort you out.”
“Yeah, let’s go be bi.”
I locked us in a stall, and he pulled off his trousers, exposing a pea-sized cock.
“I want to fuck you,” the guy said, “help me out. The pills made my thing shrink. It’s massive, you know.”
“When it gets hard, you can fuck me. Why don’t you suck my cock? I’m already hard.”
“I don’t do that, man.”
“My cock is clean. I showered before I came. I won’t cum in your mouth. Don’t worry about it.”
“Yeah, don’t cum in my mouth. Your cock is big like mine,” the guy kneeled and wrapped his mouth around my tip. His blowjob painful, but my interest was his ass.
“Stand up and turn around,” I said.
My lubed dick disappeared in his loose hole. I moved a few strokes inside him while jerking his soft baby-cock with my finger and thumb.
“Is your knob in my butt,” he asked?
“Nah. I’m just fucking your legs. It feels good. We can fuck next time; this is good for now.”
“Yeah. I don’t want my ass fucked. I enjoy being the one fucking.”
“That’s cool. Standstill, I wanna cum.”
“Don’t cum on my legs. Cum on the floor.”
“Sure, no problem. I won’t cum on your legs.”
I arched my cock, gliding my head against the top wall of his ass, and shot inside him. His gaping ass incredibly loose that my cock moved without touching his anal walls. My cum immediately escaped his ass and landed on his underwear.
“Thanks for that. I enjoyed your legs.” I said.
“That was hot. Did I make you cum?”
“Yeah, I shot on the floor.”
“Nice.”
“I’ll see you around, and maybe we play more next time.”
“Yeah, sure thing.”
I headed upstairs. A five feet tall guy spoke with me, “Hiya. How are you?” He asked.
“I’m great, thanks. You look too young for the club. How old are you?”
“Yeah, I always have to show ID.”
“I can see why,” I grinned, and he pecked my lips. “That’s nice. You’re gonna make me want to do you.”
“Follow me,” he said.
The roof was empty because of drizzle. We stood behind the beer crates and kissed, rubbing the other’s groin.
He pulled my jeans to my knees and stroked my cock with one hand while kissing me. I nudged his trousers, and he pushed his groin onto my boner, which slipped inside him.
“Is something wrong,” he asked.
“I’m not sure what you’re doing. It feels nice, but I dunno why.”
“I’m trans. Enjoy it.”
I figured he wet his legs. “Turn around.”
I lubed his hole and my cock and eased into his tight ass, enjoying several strokes. The grip of his muscles brought me to orgasm.
“Your ass is gonna make me cum,” I said.
“Hold on, it’s getting sore,” he pulled off me. “Let me finish you.”
He pushed his groin back onto me, and my cock disappeared inside him. Still believing I was fucking his wet legs, I said, “I don’t think I can cum like this. I was enjoying your ass.”
“It’s too sore. Let’s go back inside.”
“I need the bathroom,” I said and disappeared to rinse my cock.
As I stepped onto the dance floor, and a six-feet-seven guy walked over to me.
“I’m David,” he said with lust in his eyes and sipped his beer.
“I’m Ricky.”
We made boring small-talk, but I wanted action.
“I’m really horny and just looking for company,” I injected into his monotonous life story monolog.
“Come to my place.” He replied and gazed into my eyes.
Assuming he was bottom, I responded, “Yeah, let’s go,” and produced a wide grin for him.
David drove us to his apartment, a few blocks from where I lived.
We kissed on the sofa and undressed and stroked each other’s hard cocks. David’s sucking sucked, with his mouth too wide open and no tongue action.
I sucked his enormous thick nine-inch cut pole, with a mushroom head like Elton, that belonged on a cock of his girth.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” David whispered.
We lay on the bed, facing each other, and continued kissing. David grabbed a condom.
“Put it on. I want you to do me,” David said.
I ripped open the wrapper and yanked the latex on my knob.
“Do you have any lube?” I asked.
“No, I don’t.”
“Okay.”
I lost my lube and poppers at the rave club. Spit had to suffice.
I pushed my tip against his hole and dropped lines of saliva on my shaft, and thrust. The latex burned against my head as I forced into him. I continued dropping spit onto the condom as I disappeared into his ass.
“Go slowly,” he said, and I forced my cock into him. “Go slow.”
I continued spitting on the condom but produced minimal slide. The latex ripped against my cock.
“This doesn’t feel good. The condom is hurting my dick,” I said.
“It’s burning my ass too.”
“Are you clean?” I asked.
“Yeah. Are you?”
“Yeah, I am.”
I removed the condom, and he turned around and sucked me.
“Wet my cock with your mouth,” I said. David tried but barely wet my head. “Just bend over.”
I rubbed my dick against his hole, dropped spit onto him, and circled saliva on his bud with my tip. I pressed into him, and my shaft glided. Although I preferred lube, bareback was miles better than the dry condom.
My precum wet his ass, and I enjoyed the natural wetness. I fucked him in slow motions and enjoyed opening and closing my foreskin with each stroke.
“That feels better,” David said.
“Yeah, much better. You have a nice ass.”
I fucked faster and built to a natural pace. David’s ass muscles gripped my cock as he jerked himself and the walls of his ass caressed my tip.
“You’re gonna make me cum like that,” I said.
“Are you definitely clean?”
“Yeah.”
“Then, don’t stop.”
I pounded his ass in rapid strokes, blew deep inside him, and continued fucking hard. Cum pooled around my base and leaked from his hole with each pounding. His hole clenched tight, and I shot again inside him, making him fart three times. I fucked hard and loved his tight wetness.
David shot a giant white puddle on the bed, which impressed me with his tiny nuts.
As I pulled out of him, my thick cum seeped into his ass hairs.
We showered together, and David washed my back, and I returned the favor. We dried and kissed.
“Don’t you wanna spend the night?” David asked.
“My apartment is five minutes from here.”
“Let me drive you home then.”
“Nah, it’s cool. Thanks for the offer. It’s five minutes, just down the road.”
“Take my number then.”
“Sure, take mine too.”
I gave David a soft kiss on the lips and left.
I met stalker David again at my apartment and made him leave, needing to change my number after the incident. After David, I became weary of very tall guys and spent time in the gym bulking up that I might defend myself if needed.
