Chapter Text
The club was loud. Really, really loud. It was usually loud, but this was just too much; the beat, the music, the noise of the dancers and drinkers. It was nauseating. But I couldn’t leave. I was undercover, posing as a bouncer, so I couldn’t just leave on account of the noise. I had only thirty minutes left on my shift but I was sure I’d be a deaf, useless undercover agent by then. I kept an eye on the people in the crowd, ignoring the obvious drug exchanges and the occasional not-so-obvious ones. My favorites were the Ecstasy purchases, transferred with a tongue-on-tongue kiss. There was one guy in particular that I loved to watch more than the others; I could watch him kiss all day. He was so forward and bold, and would often stay a little longer than needed, leaving the buyers with a high not only from the drug, but his erotic kisses. He had all of his customers hooked on his kiss.
It was because he kissed like he meant it; like he was genuinely passionate about that person. I figure he was imagining a particular someone each time he kissed a customer; someone whom he would like very much to fuck. That thought made me excited, and I tried to stop thinking about it. But I couldn’t tear my eyes away from an exchange this guy was making with a young lady who was already out of her mind with alcohol. He kissed her with his eyes closed, and I instinctively closed mine for a second to imagine…
There was someone behind me; I sensed it before I felt it; a hand on my back. My eyes flew open and I whirled my head around to see a young man, no older than twenty-one, standing very close to me. He looked at me from under his mop of shaggy dirty-blond hair and said something I cannot hear. Although I didn’t hear him, I knew what he was saying just by the look in his eyes. He was trying to proposition me: for sex, or drugs, or both.
I shook my head, keeping my calm composure and not moving my arms from their position across my chest. I gave him a look that read, ‘Not interested, move along.’
And the kid seemed to catch my drift. He disappeared amongst the crowd of people; the sea of gyrating drunks. I thought that was the end of it. I was wrong.
Two nights later, I was back at the club again. I figured it would be my last night, since my month-long undercover stint turned up nothing on the gang I was supposed to investigate. I did manage to tip-off the local police on several small-time drug runners, but nothing on the scale our team was hoping for.
I stood my post again, really grateful that the music was not very loud. It was 70’s night, and since most of the dancers were in their forties, the DJ wisely kept the volume to a humane, safe level.
I felt someone touch my arm, and I immediately looked to see who it was. It was Shaggy Brown Hair, the one who propositioned me a few nights before. He had a predatory look on his face, even more intense than I remembered. He was tall, nearly deathly skinny, and had a handsome, clean-shaven face. Now that I took a better look at him, he seemed like a bit of a geek, not a drug dealer, and certainly not a pimp. He was dressed in a pistachio green button up shirt and tight black skinny jeans that left nothing to the imagination.
He leaned far, far into my personal space, and for some weird reason I let him. He used a cute, sly, and confident voice as he said, “I’ll bet you have a huge cock.”
I pulled back a little, in surprise, and I looked at that unwavering, smirking face. “Why? Because I’m black?”
“No. Because you’re bald.”
I felt confused, but I played along, intrigued.
“And you have giant hands; those two things combined are a guarantee that you’ve got a huge cock.”
“So what if I do?”
“I want you to take me home.” He stared up at me with the most alluring bedroom eyes; they were intense; confident; completely unwavering. It felt like he was looking into my soul.
I was taken aback by his forwardness, and equally surprised that I was tempted. Normally, vulgar forwardness would turn me off, especially if it was a stranger. But this guy pulled it off. He seemed so sure that I wouldn’t turn him down.
“What makes you so sure I’m gay?”
“You’re not. You’re definitely bisexual. I can tell by the way you look at the people here. Some guys turn you on, some girls. My guess is that you mostly sleep with girls, since you’re the dominant one and yet you get turned off by the effeminate guys. It’s hard for you to find the right guy to sleep with.”
He didn’t end his sentence with an ‘am I right?’ like any normal person would. I’ve had a few come-ons in my lifetime by someone who thinks they had me figured out from across the room. It’s an act, of course, and they usually use very vague descriptions that could apply to anyone. But this guy was different. He actually did have me figured out. It should have turned me off, maybe alarmed me a bit, but it didn’t. I was intrigued by this handsome guy who was shamelessly throwing himself at me.
“Your shift ends in ten minutes.” The guy said to me suggestively.
Before I could ask him how he knew so much about me, I felt his hand at my crotch. He palmed my half-hard cock through my jeans while never breaking eye contact with me. Beautiful green eyes pierced right into my soul, and I had to look away, in shame and out of self defense.
The hand was gone, but the smirk was still there. “I’ll be waiting outside for you, Derek.”
Before I could say anything, the young man was gone. My now full-on erection was snaking down the pant leg of my jeans, and I knew people would notice. I ducked into the employee room a few minutes early, but it wasn’t to calm down. It was to get my things and leave.
From then on my brain was shut down, because for the rest of the night I’d let my other brain do all the thinking.
“Nice car.” The shaggy-haired guy complimented as he plopped down into the seat beside me.
“I don’t even know your name.” I marveled at the fact that I was really going home with a complete stranger, and that even my FBI instincts weren’t blaring objections.
“Spencer.”
“Okay, Spencer. Do you really want to go to my place? It’s a bit of a drive.”
“Is it less than an hour?”
“About fifty minutes.”
“That’s all the time I need.”
I looked a bit confused, I’m sure, because I was baffled. I had no idea what he was talking about, but I just went with it. This kid was either high on something I couldn’t identify, or he was just crazy. I pulled out of the packed parking lot carefully, and started the journey home.
Once I was on the interstate, which was nearly bumper-to-bumper with moving traffic, Spencer leaned over and cupped my crotch with a strong grip. I instantly began to harden; thinking about having sex with this guy was really turning me on.
Spencer undid my button on my jeans and opened up my fly. I gasped as he maneuvered my thickening cock out of my underwear and began to stroke gently.
I tried to keep my eyes on the road, but it was so difficult with the attention being bestowed on my cock.
“You’re so big.” Spencer’s eyes were full of lust as he stared at my erection while he stroked it so gently it was a mere tease.
“Is it as big as you thought?” My voice sounded strained from the internal battle going on inside my body. Half of me wanted to drive home to fuck him in my bed, and the other half of me wanted to pull off to the side of the road and fuck him in the backseat. (No pun intended.)
“Even bigger. God I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked by a cock so huge.”
“I’ll bet you say that to all the guys.” I tried to joke, but Spencer reacted with a frown, and he drew his hand away from my cock. I whimpered. Yes, I really did.
“If you’re not going to take me seriously you might as well drop me off right here.”
I looked all around, seeing nothing but four huge lanes of north bound traffic. “Right here? On the road?”
“I would walk.” Spencer said in dead seriousness. This kid really was crazy, I decided.
“I’m sorry I offended you.”
Instead of acknowledging my apology, Spencer reached back to my cock, still hard as a rock, and began to stroke a little more intently. He knew just how to work me, bringing the skin all the way up to the tip and squeezing hard as he brought it all back down in one quick motion. He did it over and over, and a pool of aroused warmth was building in my lower abdomen. My vision blurred, I was so aroused. I stepped on the gas a little harder, passing cars to get into far right lane, and took the next exit, not even really knowing if it was the right one.
“I can’t wait until we get to your place.” Spencer looked like he was high on the anticipation; the arousal. I was too.
“I can’t wait either.”
The moment I parked my car, I set about the difficult task of getting my erection back into my pants. We took the long way, finding the entrance that connected the parking garage to the apartment building since I didn’t want to face the front doorman with the obvious log in my jeans.
I took Spencer, who was hanging on my arm, to my apartment on the fourth floor. We used the elevator, and I was genuinely surprised that he didn’t make a move on me in the forty seconds of privacy we had in there.
Perhaps he knew there was a camera.
I unlocked my apartment with a key, and Spencer went in after me. I took a few moments to remember my security password, my mind clouded with lust and thoughts of sex.
While I stood at my security system’s keypad, Spencer came up from behind me and began kissing my neck. I finally punched in the numbers, slowly and determinedly as to not mess up and set off the alarm. Once finished, I didn’t want to move. Spencer kept kissing my neck, and he’d snaked a hand in between my legs and toyed with my balls from behind. He kept doing it, rubbing between my legs, grabbing my balls through my jeans. My jacket slipped off my shoulders and onto the ground, and my fly came unzipped, all under the graceful movements of the ever so seductive Spencer. He kept grasping my balls while he worked my pants and underwear off from behind me. I slipped off my shoes and socks for him using my feet, not saying a word, not wanting to break this beautiful spell he’d put me under. I could think of nothing but how much I wanted his hands all over my body, how much I wanted him to suck my cock, and how much I wanted to fuck his ass.
He was working my shirt off, and I helped him a bit. It too, was discarded on the floor.
“God you’re so hot.” Spencer said in genuine awe. He was still fully clothed, and I wanted to complain about it, but I just couldn’t.
He placed wet kisses all down my back. He stood up straight and turned me around. I stood nose to nose with him, neither of us closing the gap for a few seconds. He kissed me first. It was so passionate, and determined; so good. It wasn’t hurried, or frantic like you see in the movies. It was slow and deep. He stuck his tongue between my lips and I whimpered my aroused approval. I sucked on his tongue lightly and added my own to the mix. He stroked the roof of my mouth with his deft, skilled tongue and it sent shivers down my spine. I tried to get my hands to unbutton his shirt, but they wouldn’t cooperate. Spencer helped with the buttons, refusing to break our kiss for an instant. He stepped out of his Converse slip-ons and opted to keep his socks on.
Spencer stopped our kiss just long enough to demand, “Touch me.”
I obeyed, while still kissing him senseless; while still being kissed senseless. I felt his hard cock through his impossibly tight jeans. By the feel of it, he was sure to be well-endowed as well. I unzipped the jeans and pushed them down, but it was Spencer who had to wriggle out of them, turning them inside-out like peeling off a wetsuit. It was then I realized that Spencer wasn’t wearing any underwear. As if I couldn’t get any more turned on…
Spencer stroked me hard and fast while we kissed, and I tried to do the same for him. My knees went weak. I could hardly think of anything but how good he was making me feel. My hands often stopped their ministrations to make room in my brain for all the pleasure and lust going through me like tidal waves.
Spencer seemed to get a little impatient with my inadequate stroking, and he put his own hand on his cock, while still working mine with the other. I do love an ambidextrous lover.
And true to my fantasizing, Spencer went down on his knees. Without any hesitation he took my cock into his mouth. He worked up and down the huge length, getting it into his mouth a little further with each bob of his head. I briefly wondered if he was going to attempt to fit all of me inside. I’d never had anyone fit my whole cock in their mouth; it was just too wide, and too long.
But Spencer was different. Once he’d gotten three quarters of the way in, I could feel his throat around the tip of my cock. Then he plunged all the way in, his nose to my trimmed pubic hair. I cried out in pleasure and arousal. No one had ever done what this guy had, and it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
He seemed to have no gag reflex, or had at least trained himself well. I didn’t feel, hear or see any sign of gagging while he worked his mouth up and down my length. He grabbed my balls and worked them in his hand, and I lost it.
“I’m gonna come.” I had to warn him. There was no way this guy wanted my semen down his throat; we hadn’t even asked each other if we were clean.
As I expected, Spencer pull off of my cock and looked up at me. What I didn’t expect was what he said. “No, you’re not. I won’t let you.”
“You won’t let me?”
“You can’t come until I do.”
I must have whimpered, but I couldn’t hear myself. My pulse was beating in my ears and all my body could think about was my impending orgasm.
“Let’s go to your bedroom.” He got up from his kneeling position and pulled me by the hand, leading me to my own bedroom.
Once there, Spencer kissed me. The kiss was different. It was tentative, thoughtful, and almost shy. Would I ever truly know this kid? He pulled away and looked into my eyes. “How many lovers have you fucked on this bed?”
“You asking me if I’m clean?”
“No, I want to know how many lovers you’ve had.”
“I’d have to think about that…” I tried to stall.
“Tell me.” Spencer demanded coolly.
“Fifteen. On this bed.” I wondered if this kid was jealous, but I could see no evidence of it on his face, or in his body language. The number was an approximation, but a close one.
“I’ll bet you think you’re a good lover.”
“No one’s complained.”
Spencer scoffed, and pulled away from my embrace. He lay on my bed, spread eagle and looking completely relaxed, save for the erection jutting straight out from his body. “Well then you’re going to find me very interesting.”
“Oh? Do you like to complain?” I gave him an amused grin.
“Why don’t you just find out?”
I leapt onto the queen size bed with him, immediately putting my thigh between his legs and positioning my body above his.
“I want you to fuck me, Derek.”
“Aren’t you going to say please?”
“No.”
Then I kissed him. I kissed him soundly; I kissed the stupid smug smirk off his face. I kissed the bossiness right out of him. Or so I thought…
I grabbed the lubricant and a condom out of my nightstand and immediately returned to those swollen, sensuous lips. He was such a good kisser, I couldn’t remember ever kissing anyone that would match his skill. He knew just when to put his tongue in my mouth, just when to suck on my lip or bite it gently, or not so gently. I was completely under his spell, ready to worship every inch of his body. So I did.
I kissed his neck, his chest, his nipples, slowly working my way down his body to his large cock.
He wasn’t nearly as big as me, but he was certainly generously proportional. He wasn’t circumcised, which surprised me, but certainly didn’t turn me off. I’d never done a blowjob on an uncut cock, but I was looking forward to trying it. I took the whole tip, foreskin and all, and sucked on it sloppily, wetting it with lots of saliva.
“Put your tongue inside.” Spencer moaned instructions from further up the bed.
I obeyed, sticking my tongue inside the fold of smooth flesh. I tasted his salty precum, and I wrapped my large hand around his cock and milked it for more. I heard an approving groan from Spencer and tasted the steady stream of salty fluid on my tongue.
“I need more,” The first thing that sounded like a request rather than a demand.
I obliged, pushing his entire cock right into my mouth, making sure to stimulate the underside with my tongue. Spencer gave little whimpers from time to time while I did my best to pleasure him, but he was certainly not hamming it up. His moans were genuine expressions of pleasure, and not embellished in any way. He seemed to be enjoying my efforts, his eyes were closed and his abdominal muscles tensed when I did something he particularly liked. I grabbed his balls and rolled them in my hand, playing with the loose flesh and tugging on it intermittently.
“Harder.” Spencer gasped once I’d started tugging.
I obeyed, trying to gauge if it would be too much. I didn’t want to hurt him.
“Harder!” His strained moans told me that he was in pain, and liking it. I’d never had sex with a masochist, but I think I was now.
I tugged a little harder while keeping suction on his cock. He keened and moaned, and I felt the first buck of his hips, driving the cock into my throat without permission. I coughed a little, but kept my teeth from touching the tender flesh inside my mouth. He did it again, and showed no sign of stopping. He fucked my mouth relentlessly, using surprisingly powerful hips thrusting up and down on the bed.
Low moans and gasps escaped his lips and eventually he said, “You like that, don’t you?”
I moaned a response, and he moaned from the feeling it made on his cock. He drove himself further down my throat, and I thought maybe I would suffocate. I decided it was time to pull back. I pulled the hard cock out of my mouth, being careful not to gag as it slid past my Adam’s apple.
Spencer moaned his complaint. “Don’t stop.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t. Just take it easy, okay?”
“You’ll never hear me say that to you. It’s hardly fair.”
I grabbed the lube and squirted a generous amount on my fingers. I felt between his ass cheeks and prodded the tiny hole hidden there. I slid one finger inside, and Spencer moaned at the sensation. He was so tight and warm; I just couldn’t wait to get my cock inside.
“More.” Spencer begged. I added a second slicked finger inside his tight ass and thrust them in and out slowly.
“Suck my cock.” My young lover managed between pleasured gasps.
I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth again. He was gentler this time, only giving little bucks of his hips instead of full strength thrusts. I tried to multi-task, working my fingers in and out of his ass while sucking his cock, but it was difficult to do both equally well. I stroked the cock with my tongue while it was in my mouth, enjoying the feel of the loose skin sliding around with each movement.
“I need more. Fuck me with your cock.”
I pulled off his cock again and gave him a smile. “You think you’re ready for me? Already?”
Instead of answering Spencer moved, letting my fingers slip from his entrance. He repositioned himself, this time on his hands and knees, his back to me.
“Fuck me, Derek.”
Who was I to turn him down? My cock was certainly up for the invitation. I was oozing precum and just dying to get inside that boy’s tight hole.
I opened the condom package, and the sound made Spencer turn towards me. “Don’t you dare.”
“If you want me to fuck you, I need to use a condom, I’m sorry.”
“I’m clean, I swear. I swear to God. Just please, please, please…”
I couldn’t believe he was begging. Usually the ones doing the penetrating are those who don’t want to use a condom, not the one taking it up the ass. I contemplated for one second with the brain inside my head before the brain inside my cock took over.
“You want this?” I held my hard member for him to see.
“Yes.” Spencer absolutely purred.
“You want my cum in your ass, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes I need it.”
I was unbearably aroused by his need, and mine was becoming more and more desperate as well. With shaking hands I slicked my cock with lubricant and positioned it at his tight rim. I pushed, just a little, and his hole opened just enough for me to slide the head inside. Spencer sighed in what sounded like relief. I sighed in pleasure. His tight ass was squeezing my cock almost to the point of pain. I thrust forward some more, putting half of my huge cock in his tiny passage. Another thrust of my hips put me all the way inside. The heat was indescribable, the pleasure even more so. I had never been inside such a tight ass before. Spencer was shaking, his body convulsing involuntarily. I realized he must have been in an immense amount of pain, and was trying to keep it a secret from me. No one could take me inside their ass as quickly as he did without some pain, and he was obviously getting off on it. I snaked my hand around to feel his cock, which was still as hard as ever. I stroked him gently while I gave him time to adjust to the feeling of the intrusion. I was trembling just as much as he was; he was just so tight, and so warm. I could have stayed inside just like this forever.
But Spencer had other plans.
“I need you to move, Derek. Fuck me like you mean it.”
I tried to obey. I let go of his cock so I could grip his hips tightly. I moved my hips back and forth, in and out, watching with extreme fascination as my huge cock slid in and out of the rim stretched around it.
“You’re so fucking tight.” I marveled aloud, and although I couldn’t see his face I could just envision him smiling proudly in response.
“Is this all you’ve got? I thought a big guy like you could give me a run for my money. Guess I was wrong.”
I frowned and thrust harder, secretly pleased with Spencer’s demanding tone. I gave him all my might and concentration, pulling my cock out almost all the way and snapping my hips forward with a strength I didn’t even know I had. It launched Spencer forward, his arms came out from under him and his face hit the bed. He recovered quickly, and put his hands back under him with renewed vigor and strength.
“That’s more like it big boy.” Spencer was sweating, panting, and trembling, but he still managed to sound unaffected by my five-star routine.
“Should have known you like it rough.” I panted. An idea crossed my mind, and before I thought about it too long I acted on it. I grabbed the long, shaggy hair in front of me and yanked it back, causing Spencer’s head to tilt back just a bit. It made his breathing more difficult, and he seemed to love it.
As much as I hate to admit it, I was tiring out, and fast. I’d fucked into Spencer’s ass with all my strength for about ten minutes, and it was like I’d just ran ten miles at Quantico. Spencer seemed to sense my fatigue, because he said, “If you slow down, I swear to God I will fucking leave. I will leave you right now.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing; I’d never had such a bossy, demanding person in my bed. And I’d also never thought I would love it. I gathered what was left of my strength, and yanked back hard on Spencer’s hair, tilting my own body back as I did.
I sat back on my knees, my cock never completely leaving the tight warmth. Spencer moved back with me and was now sitting atop my cock, his back slick with sweat against my chest.
“Oh, you do have some tricks up your sleeve.”
I shut him up with a kiss, which was interesting from the current angle, and ever so erotic. I bucked my hips into him, but now the task of being fucked was mainly on Spencer. And he failed to disappoint.
Spencer was like a god; a dream. He rode me up and down, over and over, and I never let go of my hold in his soft hair. His hair smelled so good, I noticed then; apple shampoo.
I had been so close to climax for so long this whole experience was like one big orgasm. I felt so warm and fuzzy and my every nerve tingled with sensation and pleasure.
I decided that I would really, really like to come inside Spencer’s ass, and soon; in order to do that I had to get Spencer to come first. I reached my hand around to stroke Spencer’s hard cock again. He was dripping a steady stream of precum, and I could tell he was close. His moans echoed off the ceiling, and mine echoed his in perfect unison. He seemed so lost; completely and totally in rapture from the pleasure.
“I want you to come, baby boy.” I said without thinking. I didn’t realize that I loved the nickname until I said it. Spencer liked it too, because he whimpered the moment I uttered it.
“You gonna come for me?” We were in the perfect position for me to whisper in his ear, and it made him shiver.
“Yes!” He cried aloud, almost in relief, and it was then I realized he was coming. I pumped him hard with my hand and I felt the sticky ejaculation ooze all over my hand and I envisioned it going all over the bedspread.
“Come in my ass!” Spencer shouted while still in the throes of his orgasm.
It was all I needed. The permission had been given, and it was all it took to toss me off the edge. I felt the orgasm approaching like a freight train, the build took me so high, I lost my breath and I could hardly move. Then came the ecstasy; the feeling of flying and the intense stimulation on my dick. My hips convulsed erratically and I couldn’t breathe. I felt my cock shooting its huge load into Spencer, and somewhere in the back of my fucked-out mind I felt proud that I claimed him in that way.
I floated down slowly. Very slowly. It took me a while to catch my breath, and I hugged Spencer’s sweaty body to mine. I could feel his heart thudding in his chest like a tribal drumbeat. It made me happy that I satisfied him, and made him feel so good.
Spencer’s voice cracked as he said, “That was good.”
I laughed at his understatement. “Good? That was fucking incredible.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.” Spencer smiled smugly as he gently lifted himself off my cock. I watched as his asshole furled back to normal size, only taking seconds to look like a tight pucker again. He lay down on his stomach, arms flailed out to the sides and legs spread apart. He looked so delicious, fucked out and exhausted on my bed. I could definitely stand to do this again. And again, and again.
Unlike with any other partner I’d ever had, I instantly imagined Spencer and me sharing a life together. Mostly it would just be based on sex, but I could handle that. This little brunet pushed me to my limit; and I loved it. No other lover had ever bossed me around and demanded all I could give. It felt so fucking good for me; the best orgasm in my life (not mediocre like most of my flings) and I truly satisfied him as well.
At least for the moment.
The cheeky bastard wasn’t completely finished yet. After a few minutes of resting on the bed, Spencer said, “I want you to lick my ass.”
Normally, I would have politely declined. I’d never rimmed a guy before, and I couldn’t imagine that the lube tasted very good.
But I wanted to taste him. I wanted to taste what I left inside him to mark him as mine. Because he was mine, I decided. There was no way I’d let this one go.
“Did you hear me?” Spencer grew impatient, and it snapped me out of my thinking.
Without answering, I leaned forward on my creaky, sore legs and placed my face right next to his ass.
“Spread ‘em.” I took a turn making orders, and surprisingly Spencer obeyed; and fast. He immediately brought both hands around to spread his small ass cheeks apart so I could see his tiny hole. It was a little red and puffy from all the fun we’d just had, but it looked undamaged otherwise. I gave it an experimental lick, and I was instantly rewarded with a gasp. I licked it more, ignoring the initial taste of lubricant and eventually getting a taste that was unique to Spencer. I loved it, and I wanted more. I stuck my tongue inside the loosened passage, and enjoyed the moans every bit as much as I enjoyed the taste. I stuck a finger inside the hole and pulled it out, hoping to draw out some of the semen I’d put inside him.
Spencer figured out what I was doing, and offered, “Suck on it. You can taste your cum.”
I tried it. I put my mouth on the opening and sucked. I felt Spencer bear down a little, and I was rewarded with almost a mouthful of hot, sticky semen. I pulled away, keeping the load in my mouth, not minding the taste all that much.
And then Spencer read my mind; or maybe I read his. He got up and faced me, so we were both keeling on the bed, ready to kiss. And we did. He kissed me sloppily, letting the semen leak out from my mouth only to lap it off my chin and lips, not wasting a single drop. He did one last sweep with his tongue inside my mouth before he was satisfied he got it all.
I looked down for a moment and realized he was hard again – or still. I hadn’t seen him go soft, so it was entirely possible that he never had.
“You look like you’re ready for more.” I marveled.
“Don’t tell me you’re not, old man.”
“I’ll need a minute, okay?”
“Sixty seconds?” Spencer had a smug smile. “Plenty of time.”
Before I could think or say anything, the young man was sucking on my soft cock. I gasped out of overstimulation and exasperation combined.
This kid was going to be the death of me.