Promiscuous Boy
Cruising the backroom of Club D. He doesn't just want a taste. He wants it all.
Cruising the backroom of Club D
I don’t just want a taste. I want it all. The options circulating around Club D, some shirtless, some in harnesses, all look delicious. I’m drawn onto the dancefloor by a sexy and sultry blond.
We don’t spend much time there. I let him know exactly what I’m looking for with the sway of my hips. We don’t bother to exchange names. We won’t know one another for long.
The backroom is intoxicatingly fragrant and filled with animalistic sound. After being used by the guy I picked up off the dancefloor, I’m approached by another … then another.
I’m gonna be filled to dripping tonight.
The thrumming of the music in Club D reached the depth of my bones. Add in the dark recesses of the club, and I was in my element. It was almost midnight Friday night, and the place was crowded. Filled with men. Many without shirts. Some with chests confined by harnesses.
I leaned against the table where my friends and I were. Four of us guys in all. Every one of us young, hot, and looking for fun. Me moreso than the rest of them.
I was shameless.
Catching the eye of a guy at the next table, I played with the straw in my drink with my tongue, then sucked it into my mouth. I threw him my most smoldering gaze as I drew on the straw.
He cocked his head toward me to let his friends know where he was going, then pushed off from his table and wandered over to me. He looked me up and down as I set my glass down.
"You want to dance?" he shouted.
I nodded, then followed him to the edge of the dance floor. We found a gap in the packed, writhing bodies and headed for it. I couldn't have kept any distance even if I'd wanted to—men on all sides.
Swaying my hips to the music, I raised my hands over my head and danced right up against my dance partner's body. He licked his lips and placed his hands on my hips, riding them.
His scent filled my senses as I brushed my lips along his cheek. His cologne was intoxicating and sent a corkscrew of warmth to my cock. He tightened his grip on me. I grinned against his skin, then spun away from him, keeping the sway happening in my hips.
I backed up against him, humming as my ass found his thickening dick. He wrapped one arm around my hips, securing me to him, and the other up the front of my throat. He growled in my ear as he put me in a chokehold. I didn't skip a beat. I kept dancing, enticing him to take it further.
He released me, gripped my arm, and dragged me off the dance floor. He looked toward the opening to the backroom. It wasn't for everyone.
Public sex.
But I was all over it.
"Lead the way," I shouted.
I had to angle through the crowds to keep up with him, his blond hair, and his muscular shoulders. Hopefully, there would be space in the back for us. The lights were dimmed in the room I knew as well as my own bedroom.
The size of my large living room, the walls were painted deep purple. There were some partitions made of black fabric on frames. But most of the room was open. The door that had shut behind us muffled the music enough that one could hear the groans and curses of men in the throes of some truly animalistic activities. We found an open space against a wall.
