Smoke Break (3/?) - CRK/DL
OMG! Make it stop! Thank god I need to go home now.
Previous parts here.
Smoke Break 3/?
“Well, what I need right now is to take a piss. If you’ll excuse me.” Callum winked at him and then he was gliding through the crowd with grace. He’d winked and slipped away and Denis felt a tightening in his groin. Without thought he took off in pursuit. He rounded the corner to the bathroom as Callum slipped inside and was (and wasn’t) surprised that the door was left open.
Denis slipped inside and pushed the door closed, feeling it snick closed with the press of his back. Callum raised his eyebrows as he slipped off his jacket then reached down to open his pants.
Denis could feel his heart pounding in his chest as Callum came closer. He closed his eyes and wondered what the hell he was doing. He wasn’t gay. He distinctly remembered telling Callum that that night in the alley. And he didn’t follow women into bathrooms, let alone men.
He couldn’t even say he was drunk -- he’d only had two beers. He swallowed as he felt hands at the button his jeans. The sound of his zipper sliding down was deafening despite the hum of conversation coming through the door.
He kept waiting for Callum to kiss him or say something to break the silence, but all he did was open Denis’s fly then drop to his knees.
He felt strong fingers give his cock a few tugs and thought of a line he’d had in Rescue Me about “blowjobs and ballgames” -- the upside to being gay. Then he stopped thinking about anything and his head hit the door when wet lips wrapped him in heat.
“Jesus,” he muttered. No one -- not even a pro (and there’d been a few of them) -- had ever sucked him like this. Fuck the ballgames; with blowjobs like this he didn’t need anything else. He laced his fingers in Callum’s hair and guided his head as he was taken all the way in.
“Fuck. Yeah,” he moaned.
He felt an arm brushing against his leg and opened his eyes to look down. Shit. Not was he was ready for. Callum was jerking off while he blew him and suddenly it was all too much.
“Stop,” he gasped as he pushed Callum away, not caring that the guy fell on his ass. Denis awkwardly shoved himself back in his pants then turned and open the door.
A muffled “Wait--” trailed down the hall as he bolted for the front door. He stopped only long enough to grab a beer off a passing waiter’s tray. He needed a drink. Now.
Go to Part 4
Previous parts here.
Smoke Break 3/?
“Well, what I need right now is to take a piss. If you’ll excuse me.” Callum winked at him and then he was gliding through the crowd with grace. He’d winked and slipped away and Denis felt a tightening in his groin. Without thought he took off in pursuit. He rounded the corner to the bathroom as Callum slipped inside and was (and wasn’t) surprised that the door was left open.
Denis slipped inside and pushed the door closed, feeling it snick closed with the press of his back. Callum raised his eyebrows as he slipped off his jacket then reached down to open his pants.
Denis could feel his heart pounding in his chest as Callum came closer. He closed his eyes and wondered what the hell he was doing. He wasn’t gay. He distinctly remembered telling Callum that that night in the alley. And he didn’t follow women into bathrooms, let alone men.
He couldn’t even say he was drunk -- he’d only had two beers. He swallowed as he felt hands at the button his jeans. The sound of his zipper sliding down was deafening despite the hum of conversation coming through the door.
He kept waiting for Callum to kiss him or say something to break the silence, but all he did was open Denis’s fly then drop to his knees.
He felt strong fingers give his cock a few tugs and thought of a line he’d had in Rescue Me about “blowjobs and ballgames” -- the upside to being gay. Then he stopped thinking about anything and his head hit the door when wet lips wrapped him in heat.
“Jesus,” he muttered. No one -- not even a pro (and there’d been a few of them) -- had ever sucked him like this. Fuck the ballgames; with blowjobs like this he didn’t need anything else. He laced his fingers in Callum’s hair and guided his head as he was taken all the way in.
“Fuck. Yeah,” he moaned.
He felt an arm brushing against his leg and opened his eyes to look down. Shit. Not was he was ready for. Callum was jerking off while he blew him and suddenly it was all too much.
“Stop,” he gasped as he pushed Callum away, not caring that the guy fell on his ass. Denis awkwardly shoved himself back in his pants then turned and open the door.
A muffled “Wait--” trailed down the hall as he bolted for the front door. He stopped only long enough to grab a beer off a passing waiter’s tray. He needed a drink. Now.
Go to Part 4