Club Crush (Part 1)

Connor isn’t intending on hooking up with anyone at the beach, but ever since his girlfriend dumped him a week ago, he’s decided to stop lying to himself.

An unbelievable, hot, lust-filled first time

Connor isn’t intending on hooking up with anyone at the beach, but ever since his girlfriend dumped him a week ago, he’s decided to stop lying to himself. So when Jake, the hot and sexy DJ from club Crush, starts cruising him, Connor knows this is going to be the guy.

Jake is going to be his first.

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It was my brother’s idea to head to the beach. Something I wouldn’t normally have agreed to. I hated the beach. Too hot, too sandy, and too damn boring. I would be happier holed up in my room, fucking around on my computer, but he’d insisted, saying I needed to get out of the house. Apparently, my period of moping around after being dumped by my girlfriend, Amy, was over.

“Andrew, do I have to do this?” I asked. “I’d rather stay home.”

“I know you’d rather stay home,” replied Andrew. “And that’s why the guys and I are taking you to the beach.”

I rolled my eyes in resignation.

“Hey, Connor,” my brother’s friend Matt shouted as he banged on the outside of my bedroom window, startling me, then slid into the apartment through it.

“Fucking goon,” I said, then shoved him. “Ever heard of a door?”

It was a never-ending playground environment. My brother, Andrew, is four years older than me, chronologically, but mentally, he and his buddies are stuck somewhere in their teenage years. Me at twenty-two …their behavior was beyond annoying.

“Are we ready to go?” asked Matt as he ruffled my hair.

Fuck, that pissed me off when he did that. I wasn’t a kid anymore. Yes, I was currently sharing an apartment with my brother, completely rent-free, including food, but I was between jobs. It happens to the best of us. Me a little more than others. Being a bartender in a resort town where tourists ebbed and flowed with the seasons didn’t guarantee steady employment.

I smacked Matt’s hand away.

“Fuck off, Matt,” I said.

“Oh …the princess is touchy this morning,” Matt said as he danced around behind me.

They’d never let me forget it. I was five years old at the time, and they’d dressed me up in one of my sister’s princess costumes, tiara and all, and taken me door to door to dance for the neighbors. I hadn’t thought anything of it at the time. I was a little kid. A little kid who desperately wanted to please his big brother.

When our mom came home from work and found out, she freaked out and grounded Andrew for a week. It was then that I realized my brother and his friends were making fun of me. I’d never fully trusted Andrew after that.

“Where’s Gary?” Andrew asked.

Matt lifted the beach towel off my bed and swung it at my head, almost knocking me over. Today was going to be all shits and giggles. I could see it now.

“He’s in the car,” Matt replied. “Let’s go.”

The ride to the beach was predictably noisy, with the stereo blasting obnoxious, top-forties crap, far too loud for the cheap, tinny speakers in Gary’s car.

I settled into my seat and stared out the window. Amy dumping me had done a real number on me. Not that I’d been in love with her, but we’d known each other since middle school, and I’d assumed she’d always be there. It felt strange without her. As if an arm was missing.

I grunted as a hand clocked the back of my head.

Fucking morons.

“Get out, sleepyhead,” Andrew said to me. I hadn’t noticed that we’d pulled into the parking lot.

“So, which way to the hot babes?” Matt said as he checked up and down the beach. It was still relatively early, so the sand wasn’t crowded yet. We had our pick of decent spots.

“What do you think, buddy?” Gary said to me. “See anything you like?”

“I don’t know,” I replied and sighed. “Amy and her friends used to park themselves right here near the showers ...”

“For fuck’s sake, Connor,” Andrew said, shoving me. “Let her go, would you? Amy wasn’t right for you. You need to move on.”

I lowered my gaze. “I know.”

“Let’s set up somewhere else,” Gary suggested, pointing to where a large group of girls was spreading out their towels. “Over there …before anyone else claims them.”

He elbowed me roughly. “You don’t mind, do you?”

I shrugged my shoulders and slung my towel around my neck. My brother and his friends were hot enough to pull in any girls they wanted, and I mean any girls, but they were complete assholes to even the nicest of them once they’d picked them up. Miraculously, the girls they ended up with rarely seemed to notice. Or maybe they just didn’t care…

I followed along and set my towel up a little distance from theirs. I didn’t want to be associated too closely with them.

“Are you going to be all right?” Andrew asked as he stood over my outstretched body and dropped a bottle of cold water onto my towel. He crossed his arms. He was expecting an answer.

I slid my sunglasses on and rolled over onto my stomach. “I’ll be fine. Now get the fuck out of my sun.”

“Fuck you.”

I closed my eyes. We’d had our differences over the years, but Andrew had been there for me after I lost Amy. The guy might have a heart, after all.

I raised my head, resting my chin on my hands, and smiled over at him. He smiled back at me and flipped me the fuck you finger. Ah, yes, brotherly love …priceless.

As it turned out, the sun was what I needed. My tan had taken a serious hit because of my self-imposed quarantine, and this felt damn good, the smell of tanning lotion and fries transporting me back to simpler times. Growing up in a beach resort meant a lot of time spent on the sand, first with my family, then friends…

I sighed. Then with Amy.

Fucking get over it.

“Hey, your back is burning,” a guy’s voice stated softly above me.

“I must’ve fallen asleep,” I said as I rolled over onto my back and propped myself up on my elbows. I blinked to clear my vision. My initial view consisted of a pair of extremely tanned bare feet, adorned in those braided friendship bracelets you saw swarms of people wearing.

Then I looked up.

Holy fuck …and yummy.

The guy staring down at me …my age, and seriously hot, in a gorgeous and sultry kind of way. He looked familiar.

“Do I know you from somewhere?” I asked as I willed my cock to behave itself. Lying stretched out on my back in a pair of flimsy swim shorts was not the best cover.

“Name’s Jake.”

Jake brushed his hand up through his hair, and my heart almost stopped. The action revealed the thick, dark patch of hair under his arm and made his pecs flex deliciously.

“I disc jockey over at Crush,” Jake continued. “I saw you there the other night.” His face lit up with a smile that restarted my sputtering heart and predictably warmed my balls. “You were pretty enthralled with what I was doing.”

I allowed a small gasp of a laugh to escape. Yeah, that’s definitely where I’d seen him before.

The night Amy dumped me …before she’d dumped me, we’d gone to Crush to do some drinking and dancing. I’d spent most of the night ogling the DJ instead. Something Amy had brought up repeatedly while screaming at me in the parking lot afterward.

Before she’d taken off in her car, Amy had told me she knew, that she’d probably always known, and I needed to stop lying to myself.

I knew my attraction to guys ran way deep. Far deeper than I’d ever cared to admit, but how do you stop doing something you’ve done all your life?

Pretending to be straight had eclipsed every other aspect of my life for as long as I could remember.

So how do I stop?

I studied Jake’s face watching me…

Fuck, he was hot, and I was single again.

I smiled.

Jake is how you stop lying to yourself.

“I do a bit of mixing myself.” I blushed, embarrassed I’d even mentioned it, but I needed to say something. “Nothing like what you do at the club, of course.”

“So, that’s what you were staring at the other night at the club?” Jake grinned. “My mixing board?” He wasn’t buying it, and I was glad he wasn’t.

I let my gaze wander freely over his body, enjoying the way his little fuchsia shorts clung to his sleek thighs and cupped tight to his cock and balls, the ridge of his cockhead clearly visible…

“Yeah …no,” I said and laughed, unable to peel my gaze away from Jake’s hand as he swept it across his smooth, muscular chest, then thumbed one of his nipples.

I licked my lips.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Jake asked. “I live in that house right there.” He pointed to an estate bordering the beach. “We could get out of the sun.”

I nodded silently, sprang to my feet, and grabbed my towel to shield the rest of the beach from being subjected to my growing erection. I’d never been with a guy before, aside from a few drunken make-out sessions, but my nervousness didn’t appear to be having a detrimental effect on what Jake’s hard, gorgeous body was doing to mine.

My cock pulsed against my body, seeking to escape from the mesh prison of my swim shorts.

Fucking hell …what am I going to tell my brother?

“Andrew,” I said, tossing a heap of sand at my brother’s chest with my foot. “I’m going to take off for a while.”

“Sure,” Andrew said and opened his eyes. His gaze drifted between Jake and me. “Where are you going?”

“Jake here is a DJ …he’s going to show me his equipment.”

A blinding flush rose in my face.

I hadn’t meant to say it quite like that, but the slip amused my brother immensely.

“His equipment, hey?” Andrew said, smirking.

“Fuck off, Andrew,” I replied. I wanted to cross my arms in annoyance, but my hard-on wasn’t in the mood to wane, so I kept my towel clenched in front of my body instead.

Andrew’s expression changed, becoming serious. “Sorry, but you walked right into that.” He looked at Jake and sighed, then returned his attention to me. “All right, so I’ll see you later.” He reached for my leg and brushed his hand along it, lingering at my ankle.

“Play safe, all right?” he whispered, staring up at me.

“Yeah, sure …,” I replied, mildly confused. My brother had never given me any indication he knew I liked guys.

Gary snorted in amusement and tucked his hand behind his head. Under his breath, he muttered the word finally, sending Matt into a fit of quiet giggles.

Fuck, does everyone know?

“You can throw your towel down over there,” Jake said, pointing to one of the stools lining the massive island in the middle of his kitchen. “Can I get you a drink?”

“A beer would be great.”

I draped my towel over a stool. Jake already knew I was turned on. It was pointless hiding it. The sight of his DJ equipment set up in the living room distracted me, though.

“Do you live here alone?” I asked as I slid into a chair facing a bank of computer screens and various pieces of midi equipment.

Jake wandered up beside me, set my beer down, and brushed his hand back and forth across my bare shoulders. My gut tightened as he massaged the muscles at the base of my neck.

“Sort of,” Jake replied finally, removing his hand from my neck. “It’s my parents’ house, but they’re away for six months, so I moved in.” The sound of his laughing reverberated through me as he leaned against my shoulder. “Saves on rent, and I’m closer to the beach.”

“So I can cruise for hot guys at will,” he added, his voice sounding sullied.”

“Is that a regular thing for you?” I turned enough to look at him.

Jake straightened up and brushed his hand across his mouth.

“What? Cruising for guys?” he replied. “Not really. I was on my way to the corner store and thought I recognized you.”

“On your way to the corner store.” I crossed my arms, pretending to be put off. “By way of the beach.”

“Yeah, I needed …milk. Or something.”

“Mm …hm.” I turned back to face the screens. “So, can you show me a few things on here?”

“Sure.” Jake edged in closer, turned the computer on, and began setting up a file for me to play with. The skin of his shoulder as he typed brushed my cheek, and I breathed in the scent of his sun-warmed body. I wanted to lick him all over, starting at the crease of his underarm where the aroma would be deepest.

I inhaled heavily. “Jake?”

“Mm …hm?”

“You smell really good,” I said, dismissing the software displaying on the screen.

Jake grinned at me with a seductively devious glint. “I thought you were interested in my music software.”

“Right now, I’m more interested in your hardware.”

I know …corny, but it seemed appropriate given that Jake’s nut-sack was pressed against my elbow and his stiffening cock was riding my forearm.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” Jake replied while grinding harder against my arm, his little fuchsia shorts bunching and rolling against my skin, catching the tiny hairs. He surprised me when he grasped my elbow firmly and hauled me out of my seat.

“Let’s head over to the sofa,” Jake said as he steered me toward it. We fell onto the cushions with me on top of him. I immediately attacked his mouth. Jake’s lips were hot and moist and hungry. There was no possible way I could get enough of him.

So fucking hot.

I’d longed to be with a guy like Jake, a guy who could show me what I’d been missing out on. I dove deeper into his mouth, our tongues sparring for dominance, tasting everything, consuming each other. I groaned in unison with him as our bodies crushed together. It was the most intense kiss I’d ever experienced, and the heat being generated by it was near suffocating.

Jake’s hands were all over my back, exciting my skin, pulling me closer …kneading my flesh. I surged forward, held Jake against the cushions, and ground my rock-hard dick against his stomach. He thrust up against me, ran his hands down my back into my swim shorts, then slipped past the waistband and grabbed my ass.

I arched my back and tipped my ass up further, anxious for his touch. Jake slid a finger down my crease and teased the edge of my hole, massaging it gently. The sensation sent jolts of desperate need shuddering through my body. I ran my hands through his hair, then grasped his face, and clung to him. I ground against him harder as I kissed his neck and throat …wanting more.

Please give me more.

Jake gripped my shoulders and held me at bay.

“Let’s see this ass of yours,” he said, pushing me to my feet.

My fingers struggled with the ties of my swim shorts, frantic to comply. My only desire at that moment was to please Jake …to give him what he wanted. To let him do whatever he wanted with my body.

Finally, undoing the ties, I hauled my shorts off, let them fall to the floor, and stepped out of them. My breath caught, sharp, almost in fear as Jake shoved me roughly toward the sofa. I’d fantasized about this, having a guy handle me hard.

I climbed onto the dark, brown leather sofa and kneeled on the cushions, my cock drooling slick pre-cum onto the fabric. I tilted my ass up to display my hole.

“Fuck, that’s a hot ass,” Jake said as he ran his palms up my thighs and onto my smooth, muscular glutes. He kneaded them roughly and landed a light smack on one. I gasped in surprise but hoped he’d do it again.

I peered over my shoulder as Jake circled around behind me. Watching Jake was like witnessing a hunter eyeing his prey. It made me nervous but excited. My throbbing cock released a new thread of pre-cum, dripping and pooling onto the cushion beneath me.

“You like it?” I asked after catching his gaze.

“I fucking love it.” Jake licked his thumb and traced it around the rim of my hole, then pressed against it hard enough to make the ache in my balls almost unbearable. I gripped the sofa tight as Jake pried my crease open and thrust his tongue into my warm, anxious hole.

I gasped, almost to the point of passing out as the tip of Jake’s wet tongue probed deeper, then flicked lightly, his hot breath drifting heavily down the dampening flesh of my thighs.

“You like that?” Jake asked between assaults.

“Fuck …yeah!” I reached back and grasped Jake’s hair, hauling him closer. My reward was Jake shoving his tongue so far into my ass that I thought for sure he’d lose it.

Jake backed off and alternated between thrusting, then tasting and grunting happily as he probed and licked at my hole. I was about to reach for my dick when Jake pulled it through my legs from behind. The sensation of him sucking my cockhead almost did me in.

I bit into the cushions of the sofa, trying to temper my reaction.

“Mm …you taste amazing,” Jake said, then went back to sucking and playing with my cock. He released it to attack my ass, his tongue licking wide swaths across my rim, teasing it.

My cock jumped and tapped my stomach as Jake spat into my hole and massaged his pointer finger inside, rotating it until I groaned.

“Fuck, yeah.” I squirmed, arching my back to tempt him further. I needed him to fuck me. I looked back over my shoulder, caught Jake’s gaze, and licked my lips.

Jake grinned. “Not yet, baby.”

I lowered my head onto my arms. My body was positively vibrating with need. I wasn’t in the mood to wait any longer. I needed to feel Jake’s dick filling my ass.

I peered back at Jake in time to see him remove his swim shorts.

Fuck…

“That’s a big dick,” I said dumbly, then blushed.

“Mm …,” Jake replied, slapping his meat against his hand. The sound drove every inhibition right out of me. I turned, still kneeling on the sofa, and wrapped my hand around Jake’s tight, hot cock. I mouthed the head first, licking the slit and tasting the clear fluid of arousal, then circled my tongue all the way around the ridge. This was my first cock, and I wanted to enjoy it. Jake’s hand brushed through my hair. “You look so sexy down there.”

I gazed up at him as I slid his cock past my lips. His hips hitched upward, and he grabbed a fistful of my hair. I sucked hard as I pulled his cock back out of my mouth and used my hand to pump it. He tasted fantastic. I licked at the head, then took him back in.

“That’s right,” Jake said. “Suck that big cock.” He grasped my head and forced his dick further into my throat. I coughed and choked, sputtering, but it felt fucking good.

I grabbed onto Jake’s hips to keep from falling off the edge of the sofa each time he rocked away from me. His hand caressed my spine from shoulders to ass as he jammed his cock deeper, grunting and swearing, then his hand came down hard on my ass.

Yes, finally…

“You like that bitch?” Jake asked as he stretched forward to stroke my ass cheek. His fingers brushed tenderly across my skin. A tingle of pure warmth flooded my cock as Jake’s hand came down again, stinging my sweat-dampened skin.

I moaned around his dick as I continued to bob on it, slurping and sucking, then I backed off and lapped at Jake’s cockhead while I jacked him.

Jake’s hand snaking and tightening around my throat startled me at first, but as he hauled me up, I relaxed. Jake liked it rough, and I didn’t have an issue with that. I’d known the guy for less than half an hour, but I had a sense I could trust him.

Jake maneuvered me onto the arm of the sofa, lengthwise, stretching me out on my back. I reached over my head to brace myself against the wall in anticipation of Jake finally ramming his cock into me, but he wasn’t finished playing with me yet.

My eyes rolled back in my head in desperation as Jake hauled me closer to the front edge of the sofa’s armrest. He hitched my legs up and thrust his tongue into my ass, then sucked each of my balls into his mouth, in turn, rolling them over with his tongue, wetting them.

Jake’s wet finger pressed deep into my ass, thrusting and retreating, gracing the gland within. It was infuriatingly close to what I wanted.

“Jake …” I reached for his arm to haul him closer so I could grab his hip. “Please. I want you to fuck me.”

“You’re an anxious little bitch, aren’t you?” Jake stepped closer, teasing me with his cock by smacking it against my thighs. He brushed it around my hole, applying enough pressure to make my stomach clench with expectation, then nothing.

Jake leaned over me, rubbing my hole with his finger, and kissed me. He tasted so fucking good, the lingering taste and aroma of my own body heavy on his tongue.

Fuck me. Please fuck me.

My ass clenched painfully, wanting to be filled, needing to be filled by Jake’s huge fucking cock. I reached for it, wrapped my fingers around its girth, and stroked it, wanting to make it mine. I’d never wanted anything more than I wanted his cock in my ass, to feel it caressing my insides.

I shivered as Jake released me.

Jake’s mouth closing around my dick caught me off guard. It was official …Jake was attempting to drive me insane. I scrubbed my hands across my face and clenched my teeth as I rode the undulating wave of aching need building in my gut.

Fuck, I can’t stand it any longer.

“Jake, please,” I pleaded. “I need you to fuck me.”

Jake laughed and nodded, then reached for a ticker-tape length of condom packages. It appeared he was expecting a busy summer between gigs at the club.

I grinned, then licked my lips. I wasn’t sure what to expect. I regularly played with an assortment of dildos, slicking them with lube and pumping them into my ass as I jerked off.

This wasn’t anything like that. The sensation of a real cock being guided by warm hands into my ass, then sliding into place…

“Fuck!” I reached back for the wall and bit my bottom lip, enjoying the exhilaration of the burn. I nodded to Jake to start fucking me, but then I reached for his hips, stopping him.

“Are you all right?” Jake asked, genuine concern clouding his eyes.

“Yeah.” I squirmed closer to him and lifted my feet onto Jake’s shoulders. I needed him to go deep. I wanted to feel him in my throat. His cool balls came to rest on my crease, then retreated.

The first thrust almost made me scream at him to stop. I looked at the ceiling as the next thrust came, then closed my eyes. Tears were collecting in them.

I released the breath I’d been holding and relaxed. A few more thrusts and a wave of pleasure overcame me. Jake’s cock felt amazing each time it plunged into me, then withdrew.

Fuck.

Why did I wait so long to do this?

Jake gripped onto my thighs, adjusted his stance, and increased his pace and ferocity. The sofa shook, slamming against the wall.

I licked my lips and groaned.

Fuck. Me.

“You like that?” Jake asked as he fucked me harder.

“Fuck, yeah.” I shifted my ass to raise it up a bit. Jake’s cock went deeper, painful at first, then nothing but pure ecstasy. I could stay like this forever, fucking. I braced myself against the wall, so Jake’s forceful assault wouldn’t shift me away from him.

Jake groaned as he slammed me harder and faster.

My mind reeled. “Harder …fuck. Don’t stop.” My entire body quaked, my ass jiggling with the force. “Harder… God.” I reached for Jake’s face as he leaned into me, wanting our bodies to merge as his mouth enveloped mine. The kiss was urgent and furious—desperate. He grabbed my face and spat into my mouth, then attacked it again.

Damn, that’s hot.

“Here,” Jake stopped and lifted me straight off the arm of the sofa and dropped his ass onto a cushion with me in his lap, facing him, still impaled on his cock. I reached behind him and gripped the frame of the sofa, attempting to gain leverage as I pumped up and down.

It made a change from being pounded. Still felt great, but I was able to catch my breath. I rolled my head back, enjoying the rhythm of our bodies colliding.

Jake’s hands slipped under my ass to help support me.

“You like riding my cock?” he asked.

I leaned in and kissed him. His upper lip was slick with sweat. I licked the salty taste from it. “Yeah. I love it.”

“Turn around. Facing away from me.”

I cringed as I stood, and Jake’s cock pulled out of my ass. I needed it back where it belonged, but I had to wait as Jake changed out the condom.

As soon as he was done, I slipped back onto his shaft, sighing with satisfaction, then leaned back against Jake’s chest. I felt his heart beating rapidly behind me. I reached back for him and ran my fingers into his hair as seductive gusts of his hot breath dampened my cheek.

The rolling movement of Jake’s thrusting hips jammed his dick deep into my gut. I held steady in order to enjoy each penetrating jolt. I was getting close, and by the sound of Jake’s rapid breathing, he was too.

“I want to cum,” I whispered in Jake’s ear.

Jake groaned. “You’re so fucking sexy.” He kissed my cheek and slowed his pace. “On your back.”

I climbed off and stretched out on the sofa, parting my legs and reaching for him. This was all coming to an end far too soon, but I really needed to cum, and I wanted Jake to force it from my body with his cock. I’d dreamed of cumming with a hard dick up my ass, pounding me into submission, more times than I’d ever had sex with Amy.

I encased my cock, stroking lightly as Jake slid back into me. He was slower this time, delivering a steady, deliberate massage, driving me crazy in all new ways.

I groaned and fought for breath as Jake rocked my body.

“You seem to be liking that,” Jake whispered.

“It feels really good.” I gasped as my gut twinged. “I’m close.” I closed my eyes, concentrating on the overall sensation. It started low in my balls, tightening them, then I felt my dick harden and pulse in my hand.

The first shot hit my face, and I panted through it, licking my lips. “Fuck …” I opened my mouth for the next one, catching a bit on my tongue. I gripped Jake’s arm as the rest of my load hit my chest, then my stomach. I milked the last drop, then released my cock, and licked the streams of cum from my hand, making sure not to miss any.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Jake said as he pulled his cock out of me, yanked the condom off, and flung it onto the floor. He rose onto his knees and hovered over my stomach as he jacked steadily on his cock, his fist twisting and pulling on the head with each stroke.

The sound erupting from his chest as he brought himself closer cranked me right back up again. My dick twitched and hardened, anxious for more. There was a strong possibility I wouldn’t be headed back to the beach anytime soon.

“Fuck, yeah.” I brushed my hands up Jake’s chest, pinching at his nipples. “I want to see you cum.”

“Yeah?”

“Mm …hm.” I bit my bottom lip, fascinated by the building tension. I wanted Jake to cum all over me.

“I’m cumming.” Jake’s head lolled back, and his body convulsed steadily as he shot his warm load onto my chest.

“Fuck,” I groaned as I watched the expression of ecstasy on Jake’s face. I definitely wanted to see that a few more times. He grinned at me as I shifted beneath him, then his body relaxed, and he hovered closer. He gently kissed me.

“Hey,” Jake said as he pulled back. “I never caught your name.”

I smiled and brushed my hand across his glistening, sweaty chest. “Connor.”

“Well, Connor. I’d like to see you again.”

I pulled Jake closer. “I’d like that.”

Maybe going to the beach wasn’t so bad after all.

The story continues ….

Club Crush (Part 2)