He had been flirting with me all night. Walking by as a group of us sat at the bar, making eye contact, smiling. I had seen him before. I think I had even fucked him before (well, actually, I think it was the other way around and under a set of circumstances where I really didn’t get to chit chat much).
So when I had decided I had had enough, I was granted my permissions, grabbed his hand and led him into a dark corner room.
I reached around him and made sure the door was closed. He smiled at me but made no move towards. He was shy? Coy? Are you serious? What the fuck? Ok, I’m not in the mood for this and I’m feeling energized from my past 2 nights of Topping. He didn’t make a move towards me so he lost his chance.
I grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him back against the cold brick wall behind the door. There was brick that protruded out on both sides of the small alcove and I pushed his arms up in the air and told him to stand there with his hands against the sides.
He smiled and followed direction.
My hands started up his shirt. I wasn’t being soft and gentle. There was no sensuous. He had a nice body. Strong. Tight. Muscles on his arms, working muscles, not gym ones. His breath was indicating he was liking the way I was investigating him. His breath sucked in as I found his nipples and began playing with them. His eyes closed as I pinched them between my nails.
I put my hand flat on his chest and pushed back. He opened his eyes and let my eyes meet his, staring darkly at him. The red lightbulb in the room was casting the scene as sinister as I wanted it to be. I was feeling more deviant. Damn! My bag was downstairs in a locker.
His arms began to fatigue and he started to drop them. Without loosing eye contact, I harshly pushed them back up in the air and snapped “leave them up” at him. He did so for about a minute. They began to lower again. I wasn’t as kind in my response he next time.
“I said leave them the FUCK UP!” I gritted through my teeth. I used my nails under his arms to push them up and back, not really caring if it hurt a little. My hand went to his throat and pressed against it. I asked “do you understand me this time?”. He nodded the best he could under my grip. “I’m not FUCKING JOKING” and I released his neck.
I stared into his eyes as I began to unbuckle his belt. “You really should be more careful about which girl you choose to flirt with around here” I warned him. “We aren’t all nice”. Both hands were now unbuttoning his pants and I roughly pushed them down far enough I could get my hand around his cock. “And if your going to go into a room with the wrong girl, you might find something your not expecting” I continued to taunt.
His cock was semi-hard. He could have sworn it was bulging harder than this when he rubbed up against me to say hello at the bar. Maybe he was scared? Too fucking bad. Stupid little boy.
I raised my head to look him in the eye as I began to massage his cock. He started to close his eyes in enjoyment. “Open your fucking eyes and look at me” I snapped at him. “Don’t you dare look away” I continued to growl as his cock grew hard and then limp again.
I hadn’t really planned for this scenario and I really didn’t want to give him a hand job with no lube so I leaned down and pressed my head into his ribs as I let my saliva fall from my mouth onto the swollen head. Before I lifted my head, I turned slightly and bit into his stomach through his shirt. He moaned and sucked in. I wasn’t sure if it was the bite or my hand sliding just under the head of his cock that was causing the vocal reaction. Didn’t care.
He tried to lower his arms again one last time, I didn’t even have to say anything as I glared and grabbed him by the balls. Twisting and pulling at the same time, I could feel my eyes penetrate his as he lifted his arms higher and a small “yes” whispered from his mouth.
“Shut up and stand still till I’m through with you” I said, and continued with what I wanted to do.
Through the next 15 minutes, I worked over the head of his cock. Focusing my thumb just under the head, where his V made the vein prominent and I knew the nerves were the most sensitive. He hardened, softened, hardened again. Poor guy.
Finally, he began to moan and I felt lubrication in my hand when I knew there was no more spit. He had cum.
I wiped my hand clean, smiled at him seductively, and told him I was done with him. He smiled back and said thank you.
I left him standing in the room. His pants still down around his ankles. His dick limp. I don’t think he really knew what hit him.
I washed up in the ladies room and went downstairs to get another drink.
Lesson learned…carry a packet of lube at all times and don’t scare them so much.
Oh wait, maybe the scare was the part that was turning me on LOL.
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