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Curious Club Cruise - Part 7.
Wrapping up the night early.
I sat by myself in a dimly lit darkroom, enveloped by the soft glow of the flickering TV screen. Barely noticing the hardcore porn it played. My curious mind was a whirlpool of thoughts, swirling around the night’s events. A fleeting glance at the clock on my phone revealed that I still had an eternity to wait. The first bus home would not arrive for an hour and forty-five minutes, and a warm, but empty bed, would await my arrival.
Despite my confused thoughts, I felt glad that I had dared to come to this place. Something that I would not have done were it not for the encouragement of my brother and people like Daniel Carter or Mark Edwards. The evening certainly had not been a waste after all. With a warm feeling settling in my chest, I navigated my way back through the cruising maze toward the ground floor, eager to quell my heat with a cold drink.
One of the security staff approached me as I emerged from the dungeon on the ground floor.
“Are you okay? We lost you for a moment,” he said worriedly. Laying a heavy hand on my shoulder. Moistening his lips a little too eagerly not to be noticed by me.
I smiled at the sight of him and said, “... Thanks... I am fine. I think I just need a cool drink. You can stop following me. That just attracts more attention.”
Telling the impressively big man, “... I’ll know where to find you if I need to... Thanks, dude. Go and have some fun of your own. Those twinkies seem to want to be scared by a tough man like you.”
He looked at the twinks that had been following him around all night, “... Are you sure about that? But I think you want a bit of this, too. Or am I wrong, boy?”
He flexed his massive arms and made his pecs bounce up and down. Looking longingly from my face to my crotch. I smiled at the suited bodybuilder, laying a flat hand on his cheek. Rubbing the sexy three-day stubble, wiping a dribble of spittle from the corner of the bouncer’s mouth.
Well, he wasn’t wrong. By now, I had figured out what type of guy I fell for. Big, headstrong, muscular, and preferably dressed in a bit of leather and not as hairy as the Mexican patrol guard I left hanging. A jacket or harness would do it for me. Age, dick size, or skin color was much less of a determining factor. Although, I did like Antwan’s ebony look and his hung cock size. As long as my lover would initially take control, talk dirty, and... fucked me gently open. All while verbally scaring the shit out of me.
But as soon as I thought it, I saw that creep, Josh, looking over the bouncer’s shoulder at me with dark eyes that foretold nothing good. It made me exclaim frightful, “... Fuck! There he is again. What does he want from me? He’s been stalking me all night.”
However, my eyes widened in horror as Master Josh moved right behind the security guard. Hoping to overhear what we were talking about. While the security staff took care of Josh, I quickly returned to the main bar.
Antwan was kind of my last hope to get laid. But his station was manned by someone else now. An older guy with a bushy mustache. Dressed in leather pants, a cap, a vest, and a club shirt. Looking like a Tom of Finland look-a-like. When I asked him about Antwan, the bartender calmly said, “... Antwan told me about you. But he has already left. His shift ended an hour ago... Sorry, but what will it be, son?”
Being called son by this guy felt a little odd. But he was the daddy type. That was true.
“I’ll take a cold water bottle if you have it, Sir,” I said, feeling a little sorry for myself. My chances of getting laid diminished by the minute. Calling him Sir was the right move, though. He got me a bottle of refrigerated water. Asking me, “... Anything else you need?... Umm... Brian Jackson, isn’t it?”
I meagerly grinned and muttered, “... Nothing, thanks, Sir... Unless you know a guy with a car that wants to take my ass for a spin at my place?”
The bartender gave a booming laugh and went on with his duties.
A glance at my phone showed me I still had to wait over an hour for the first bus home. The club would still be open for longer than that. So, I decided to bide my time back in the dungeon. I saw that my brother had sent me a text asking how things were going. Telling me jokingly not to text him if I was too busy. He had sent me a picture of two butch navy seals brutally fucking a crying rookie army recruit with his text. It made me laugh. I was grateful to know that Tony thought of me even while he was doing a late-night shift at work.
I sent a swift text back, “— Chatted with a lot of people in the Mountain. Love this place. The Cottage is for kids and people looking for hearing problems. No luck so far... Unless you call getting stalked by a young leather master lucky... This brute followed me around. Creepy really. But he turned out to be way too brutal for my first time. That’s a pity... He dressed so coolly. Oh well. Better luck next time —.”
I also sent TJ the picture I had taken of that stalking asshole. As I put my phone away, I must have unknowingly switched it off because my older brother did not seem to reply.
The security staff had removed Josh. Or so it seemed. So, I decided to bide my time in the club’s basement cruising maze by myself. If anything, I could watch the men getting it on and try to pick up some pointers about bondage or domination. The Mountain seemed to attract that kind of clientele.
Trouble’s name was Master Josh.
Back in the basement, I sat in one of the glory hole cubicles near the fire escape. Drinking the cold water and watching the bondage video that played on the monitor. Stroking over my gray chinos and pinching one of my nipples a little. Getting turned on by the heavy action porn.
The two older leather Masters in the video tortured the young twink they had kidnapped. Initially, the boy reacted as I would have done. Trying to struggle and scream. But the longer the scene went on, the more he started to like the brutally painful treatment from the Masters. He got totally owned by them. And only near the very end, they actually had sex with him. Unusually rough and nasty, but still. The boy got what he wanted in the end. An ass full of squirting man cock.
I had not even detected that my hand had slid into my chinos. Nor did I notice that I was being watched from outside the Glory Hole cabin. I was about to check my phone to see if TJ had returned a message to my text. That’s when I got distracted by a very hot-looking leather bulge pressed through the middle of three glory holes. The hidden cock inside the thick leather pants was evidently aroused. I could distinctly see its outline. The sight turned me on. It made me shiver as I slid automatically off the bench onto my knees in front of the hole. Mesmerized by the hot leather goodie bag.
Moving my face closer, the tip of my nose pushed over the throbbing shaft. Inhaling the intoxicating scent of the leather cowhide. From the base to the engorged glans. This was the kind of attention I had been craving for all night. Arriving there, my eager lips automatically parted. I lustfully worshiped the impressive leather.
Letting my tongue trace the helmet. Moaning hotly at the pulsating dong. Pressing my lips over the shaft and moving them up and down. Searching for the man’s cockhead.
“This is a big dude...” I thought hornily as my tongue started swirling around the impressive tip hidden behind the leather. Honestly, I could not believe my luck. An actual leather dude was interested in little old nerdy me.
The sadist stuck his massive tattooed arms through the other holes on either side of his bulge. Making a grab for my face. But I was too tipsy and too focused on the enticing leather-clad crotch for me to notice in time. Suppose I had, I could have moved away. Then, I might have had a chance to escape the onslaught and could have called for help. But he forced me more brutally to the leather bulge.
Shouting harshly, “... Lick it, Bitch! Taste that leather, Faggot! Who are you to call security on me?”
Then I understood that I was in trouble. And trouble’s name was Master Josh. He smacked my head meanly against the partition wall a fair few times. Making me feel dizzy. That or one of those many beers had gone down sideways on me. Yeah, even without this brute manhandling me, I was well out of it already.
Pulling one of his arms back, I saw him whip his cock out in one fell swoop. Close up, his cock looked terrifying. He even had a tattoo on it.
“Now suck it down deep, Boy!...” he screamed ruthlessly from the other side of the partition wall.
As his hips thrust forward, both his hands prevented me from pulling back. The thickness of the 8-inch thing and the fact that he held on tight made me unable to breathe or talk. Let alone scream or call for help. In a blink of an eye, the big mushroom cockhead lodged itself in my throat. What happened after that, I can’t recall. I must have passed out.
Marine Corps to the rescue.
I came around just long enough to notice the fresh air. This creep had taken me into the alley behind the club. It was already light. The early Saturday morning sun had poked its sleepy head over the horizon. But the backstreet was still hidden in shadow. Josh had thrown me to the wall. Laughing as my body crumbled to the floor. This bastard pushed and shoved me around in the back alley. Showing me every corner. Enjoying the hold he had over me. I was about to get robbed and raped, I thought in horror.
Josh was no Master. He was a predator, a bully. True Masters, like the club owners or Captain Daniel Carter, would never handle their subordinates like that. Sure, they would use pain to control their slaves. But that was not what ‘Master’ Josh was doing. The asshole was no Master. He smacked me against the corner of a dumpster. I heard an ominous crack from beneath my protective leather jacket. Fearing I just busted a rib or something like that. Luckily, the alcohol kept my body limp. Yet, the pain was excruciating.
Josh bent me over a stack of discarded tires. His groping hands searched for my wallet. As if from a far distance, I heard his angry cry when his search for money had turned up nothing.
“Okay... No cash on you? Then I am going to take it out of your ass! Little filthy faggot! I know how to deal with snitches like you!”
The back seam of my new chinos got ripped open. Josh positioned my ass in the air. Squatting behind me to make me his bitch. I just lay there and had to take it. He was much too powerful, and I was still moving in and out of an alcohol-infused consciousness. Apparently, he expected me to scream and whimper like a bitch under his onslaught. But to his annoyance, I definitely kept quiet and limp. Well, as calm as I could stay during his relentless beating.
I felt his hot cock press against my pinched buttocks. Luckily, the creep still had not infiltrated my hole. I resignedly dropped off as I heard angry voices running from three sides towards us. Seeing flashlights and hearing heavy army boots stomp up the alley.
I awoke suddenly when a familiar voice reassuringly said, “... He will be okay... Keep an eye on him, but let him sleep it off. No lasting damage was done apart from the minor cuts and bruises.”
The best thing that happened.
Later, I was stark naked and felt someone pull a thin sheet over me. Too dazed to open my eyes, I fell back to sleep.
Feeling warm and fuzzy, I awoke in a comfortable bed. My bed, I realized. Somehow, I had survived and been taken back home. But I wasn’t lying in bed by myself.
As I stirred, a familiar voice greeted me, “... Morning, Sunshine... You’ve had an eventful night out. Haven’t you, Brian?”
The dude lying half-naked next to me was Mark Edwards. He had spent the afternoon with me in my bed. I was stunned and confused. I had no idea what had happened. But finding Mark lying next to me was the best thing that happened to me all night.
He leaned over and kissed my cheek. I winched in pain as his hand wandered over my ribs. I enclosed my hand over his wrist when Mark quickly pulled it away. Putting it on my hips instead. Mark’s arm brushed against my cock-head. I put my other hand on the back of his head and pulled him in close. I needed to feel his naked warmth against my skin.
“How are you doing, buddy?” Mark asked after we finally broke the loving embrace.
“With you snogging me awake? I am doing great, Mark!”
I winced a little and felt my hurting chest. “But what the hell happened?... How come you’re in my bed? With me?... I... I don’t understand... How?... Fuck, this is so nice,” I said, utterly confused about the situation. Mark just calmly beamed at me.
“Shush, Brian... I can explain!” said Mark with a warm smile, “... Your brother and his boyfriend — Nice guys, by the way — send in the Marines.”
Mark Edwards calmly explained. Telling me, “... They had alerted the club staff simultaneously as I went out of the dungeon to find security. You gave me the slip all night. Dang, you never stayed in one place long enough for me to make my move. And well, I was afraid you hated me after our phone call on Tuesday,” Edwards sighed heavily.
Stroking my chest. Making me flinch a little. But his touch felt surprisingly soothing, even though Mark stroked right over the bruising again.
“Anyway... I told the security staff I heard the fire escape door open and someone getting dragged unwillingly into the alley,” continued Edwards calmly.
“Okay... So you were the guy in the hoodie following me around? Buddy... Don’t do that! If you would have talked to me, you would have learned that I was looking for dick. Someone to deflower me and take my cherry,” I gasped as I said it. Nearly choking over my own words. Looking straight into Mark’s soul through his beautiful light blue irises.
After a minute or two, or maybe it was an hour or two, I asked, “... I still have not had a cock... So could you please... Umm... Fuck me? Oh, Mark. Please... But do it softly. And make it last. I want a man inside me. Mark, I want YOU to make love to me. Will you?”
Before I had finished my request, Mark had already slipped out of his boxers and moved between my legs. Still, he looked a little worriedly at me. Darting his puzzled eyes between mine, my twitching ten-inch cock, and my excitedly pulsing butthole.
So I told him, “... It’s okay... I am not that hurt. Only my ribs ache a little. Lube up that thing and put it in me. Then we can take it from there, buddy.”
Like a puppy, Mark tilted his head to one side. Looking at the stack of condoms on my bedside table.
“Man... Are you sure about this? I thought you were scared of me or something. You told me over the phone I was... How did you put it? — ‘...a bit too brutal, judging by how I talk about my love life...’, ” said Mark worriedly.
“Oh... that? I just wanted to let you know I needed the first time with a guy to be soft and easy... I think I also said you could get a little rougher once we had done it a few times.” I sighed hotly, telling Edwards, “... I really like you, Mark. Shit, I have looked up to you for years now. Please stick it in me. Fill me up... Make me a man. Your man... Take my virginity and —.”
I stopped in my tracks. Blushing a little, I asked, “... And breed me a few times. I like leather... I don’t do rubber. Not with you anyway. But open me up slowly. Let me feel what that’s like. I’ll tell you when you can get wilder. I think you like it rough,” I sighed deeply, hoping this would put Mark’s mind at ease.
“You do know that what I told you guys about my love life was more or less just talk, right? Sixty percent of that was excessive smack talking... Right?” asked Mark, astonished.
“Even better, Mark. Now, please stop thinking and start acting. I want you to FUCK ME. I am itching for your dick... Lube up and slide it in. I want it. I have been waiting for a good man all night. Please do me NOW.”
I half yelled in horny anticipation. And Mark did not disappoint.
Mark put my legs over his shoulders as he moved to his stomach. Pushing the sticky sheets to the back of my bed. Sucking my long cock down and licking my hairless balls. Rimming my ass. Spitting a few times between my cheeks and letting his fingers ease inside. It was pure heaven. And Mark took his sweet time. I let my hands comb through his hair as he ate me out.
After the prolonged horny foreplay session, Mark straightened up a little between my legs. Looking at my grinning face.
I forstalled his question and said calmly but confidently, “... Do it, Mark... Use some lube... Stick it in... And have some fun... I can take you. Mine is bigger than yours. And afterward, I want to knock you up too, Edwards!”
Getting what I had been looking for.
I eagerly handed Mark the bottle of lube as I beamed down at him, perched between my spread legs.
Mark lubed my hole up and leaned forward. Hovering his body over mine. With his arms outstretched next to my torso as if he were going to do push-ups. Using one hand to aim, Mark guided his slick cock to my pucker. Resting its head against it. I felt his dick flick over my puckered rose butt. Distributing the lube over it.
Mark captured my gaze in concentration, as I felt the pressure increase. I relaxed my muscles and let Mark enter me. This was much better than the toys. This was damned hot! I let out a gasp of pleasure — and pain. Well, no, it was more surprise than anything else. It certainly felt different from the silicone toys I stuck up there.
Mark stopped for a moment to let me get used to his cock. I put my hands on his ass cheeks. Pulling him slowly but steadily deeper inside me.
Now, it was Mark’s time to pant. I guess my hot hole devoured him quite nicely. My back door suddenly opened fully. Letting Mark slide past the outer ring. With deliberate intent, I gently pulled Mark deeper inside me, guiding him as we both started to breathe a lot dirtier. Making his hot prick fill me up. Pushing my head back into the pillow and rolling my eyes, savoring every pulse and thrust. For Edwards had taken over. Sliding his cock in and out of my love canal. Pumping my gut in ever-deepening strokes.
Mark lowered himself onto his elbows next to my torso. Letting our bodies melt together in the early afternoon sun filtering through the blinds. He softly kissed me as he made damned sure he wasn’t hurting me. Slowly, he started to huff and moan a little as his hips began to gyrate. With every thrust forward, I grunted. Slowly egging Mark on.
This was pure love. Nothing like the sex with the girls I had screwed. This was much more profound. Mark touched my soul as he started to properly fuck me now. Long and steady were his thrusts. Putting his dick balls deep inside me before pulling it nearly all the way out. I started anticipating his movements and pushed my ass up as he slammed down. Making the lovemaking much more pleasurable for Mark, too.
With a sphincter that happily excepted the colossal cock I asked Mark to go a little faster. He kissed me and gently lowered his body onto mine. The motions got a bit shorter, faster, and a heck of a lot rougher. So much so that I started to feel my bruised ribs protest. But I bit away the pain. Letting Mark do what needed to be done.
Our breathing, huffing, and moaning got a heck of a lot filthier as well. I was getting fucked for the first time by a guy I knew all throughout my high school years. And boy, did Edwards let me know he was screwing me. The man started to whisper dirty, as both of us got turned on by his words. I wished I had dared to ask him to do me much earlier. But quickly realized that I only discovered my curiosity for sex with guys a couple of weeks ago.
The lovemaking wasn’t too rough, yet I asked Mark to slow down. This puzzled him a little. Asking, “... I am not hurting you, am I, Jackson?... I forgot you wanted it slow and steady. You’re such a great fuck. Man, I wish I had known it could be like this. This is fun — Much more fun than with those girls. Talk to me, B. What’s going on?”
“It’s okay, brute... I just wanted to try something else. Get off me a sec... I want to try it doggy-style,” I said calmly.
“Fuck, yeah! That’s my favorite position!” exclaimed Mark.
I gingerly flipped over and stacked my pillows under my stomach. Twisting my ass into the air. Asking Edwards, “Mark?... If you need to cum... Fill my ass or my mouth. I don’t like it too messy.”
“You... You... You want me to breed your ass?” he stuttered surprised.
With his eyes wide in shock, Mark entered my nerdy boy-cunt from behind. As he started to slam his hips against my back, Mark gave my ass cheeks a bit of a beating, too, though not like that Master Josh guy. These were firm but loving taps. However, the sound of his hand on my bare skin sounded the same. The intensity behind it was pretty different, though.
I still looked squintingly over my shoulder at the man. Telling him, “... Go easy with that. I was roughed up enough last night. Love, just smack those hips to my ass and your balls to mine. Rip my hole open. So next time, we can do it much rougher. I like this. Fuck me... Yeah... Stick that cock in me... Pump those babies inside me, Mark. Take my ass. Breed me. Fuck me harder. Pump me full... That’s it!... Give me that nut. Load me up. That’s the way to do it. Seed my ass. Pump it in deep.”
At the same time, Mark screamed and snorted, “... Fuck, I am cumming... Arghh... Oh... Shit... Fuck... Umpff... Oooh... Yeah... Take my load... Oh fuck, Fuck, FUCK!” Edwards moaned and sighed rhythmically. Shooting stream after stream of cum deep into my gut. Slamming forward when he unloaded each shot of hot cum inside me. I could feel the hot jizz fill me up. Yet, Mark didn’t stop. The horny fucker just kept pumping me. Pulling his dick entirely out a few times. And stuffing it back in my sloppy hole with almighty dirty grunts. Mark was enjoying it just as much as I did.
I had to make Mark stop. I was close to total ecstasy myself. And I needed a place to dump my load. Creaming my pillows just wasn’t such a great idea. No, Mark’s ass was the perfect place for it, I thought hornily. I pushed Mark out and rolled him onto his back. Scooting between his legs, I bent forward. I placed Mark’s feet against my nonexistent pecs. A quick spit on my dick and a little squirt of lube was all it took for Mark’s hole to swallow all of my ten inches. Deeper and deeper, I penetrated Mark. I fucked his brains out. Seeding his mouth when I could not stand it any longer. I collapsed onto Mark. Totally out of breath and utterly satisfied.
Mark said, “... Not too bad for your first time, Brian Jackson. I do hope we can do that again— ?”
“We sure can!” I sighed hotly. Adding sneakily, “... I can give you an address for a nice leather store. We could go and buy matching jackets. And I hope I can rent a room at your place in Boston.”
“Hmm... I do like your leathers... But rent a room from me?... Oh?... Uhm... NO!” Edwards said with a mean grin.
“Why not?... but... but I thought...” I stammered in surprise.
“Fool! You don’t have to rent a room from me. I want your leathered ass in my bed, Jackson! Then we can build a gym in the spare room to bulk you up a little more, Brian.” Mark Edwards grinned dirty.
We smiled, laughed, and cried a little. This was meant to be. And so it did.
The move to college and a new life.
That Saturday afternoon, we had slept in very late, and my cell phone started ringing continuously. My brother, the Mountain Club owners, the two security guards, and even the bartender, Antwan, wanted to know how I was doing. I had expected this and forestalled their questions, telling them Mark and I would hook up with them that evening in the Mountain.
Because there was enough to tell and to celebrate, the only worry I had was the return of my parents. They would arrive home in a little over a week. Telling my parents that I am gay, felt like a past bridge I could burn behind me. I had my future planned. A place to live and a new friend to date. Who knew what would ‘cum' of it. Although, a little voice told me Mark and I were made for each other. And my parents and she-from-across-the-street, would not, and could not stop me now that I was going to college.
The following week, on a Thursday morning, Tony and I heard the front door open from upstairs three days before my folks were meant to come home. Looking out of the landing window, I saw Mom running across the street to her girlfriend. And my father marched angrily toward the front door. I had only seen him this angry when he kicked my oversexed brother out of our home six years ago.
Seconds later, we listened to our father scream, “... Who the *cough* are you? What are you doing in my home? Get out! Where is that filthy boy? And get that box truck out of my driveway!”
Daniel Carter and Mark Edwards were sitting in the living room. Playing an Xbox game on the big screen TV. The mid-summer weather turned scorchingly hot, so the men wore surprisingly little. The full scholarship had arrived together with my exam results. Mark and I were set to embark on the college life rollercoaster.
Tony and I had been packing up the last of my belongings for the move to college. I had planned to stay living with my parents for a week or two longer, but I wanted to move the bulk of my stuff out as soon as possible. I guess the Karin from across the street had called my mother. As the bedlam downstairs unfolded, I reluctantly followed Tony into the living room.
“Tony? What... What are you... Who let you in the house? Get out! If your mother sees you...” Dad screamed, seeing his long-lost son for the first time in over six years.
“Dad?... Welcome back!... You’re early,” I smiled warmly at him.
“Brian Pursibal Jackson, what are you wearing?” Mom screamed as she followed us into the living.
“Clothes...” I said assertively. Suppressing the angered retort, I wanted to make.
She looked in utter disgust at my thin leather jeans, biker boots, and sexy tank top. I wore Mark’s signet ring and a single black earring. My new hairstyle was a bit sweaty and unkempt, but it still looked a million times cooler than she had ever seen before.
“Are you gay?” said the neighbor from across the street who had followed my mother into our home. “... I have seen all kinds of strange men coming and going at all hours of the day... And night.” Clarissa Karin said indignantly.
Tony handed Dad the letter he had written my parents. Casually introducing Daniel Carter as his husband. Flabbergasted, our father looked between the two and back to me. A dawning comprehension appeared on his face. Both his sons are gay. Mom had many more issues with the whole scene. She could not believe how her little bitty baby boy had burst out of his nerdy shell, away from her suffocating clutches.
So, I told her calmly, “This is Mr. Mark Edwards. My boyfriend. He owns a home in Boston. I am moving in with him.”
Moving around the back of the sofa and putting my hand on Mark’s shoulder. Keeping him seated, for he had tried to stand up to defend himself.
Well, things had to get worse before they got better. The four of us tried to explain, but we got nowhere fast with my folks. I said my goodbyes and told them I was happy now.
Loading Carter’s old bike into the box truck, we drove into the sunset that Thursday. Escorted by the hunky Marines. Awaiting what the new future would bring. Feeling happy in the knowledge I finally could leave the restrictions behind me and live my life as it was meant to be.
• The End •
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© StrykerJ - August-2022. Original series: Night-time Club Cruise
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