Tight formal trousers, a formal shirt and jacket. A full head of wavy black hair and fine handsome features. His ease in manner made him seem unapproachable, so much so I could barely look in his direction. I couldn’t place him, Eurasian? Japanese? Korean? Our eyes met as he walked towards me and he broke out in a grin - it would almost have been dopey if he hadn’t been so handsome. As my eyes fled for cover I heard him call me over.
“Hey there!”
I was a little taken aback.
“You’re here to meet Luke too, no?”
I blushed red at his attention and found it hard to meet his eyes for very long. He–Han–was friendly and we made small talk as we waited for Luke, who hadn’t told me who’d be joining us for dinner. Eventually Luke showed up and went into the restaurant. I was sitting across from Han, who was beside Luke. During the brief moments when Luke allowed someone else to speak, I felt almost self-conscious about how vigorously I was agreeing with everything Han said. I could sense he clocked it, but dealt with it with practised ease and good humour. After a few beers I started to relax a bit, but before long I needed the toilet badly. Luke was going on about his rocky love-life for the most part, so it was nice to get my head together in the toilet for a bit and try and dispel my tipsiness. I was about to start pissing when I heard someone enter the bathroom. It was Han. He nodded in greeting and then chose the urinal right next to mine. I felt a blush rise up my neck as I glanced over at him. He held my gaze as he undid his fly and then rolled his eyes, “Luke really loves to talk, eh?” he said with a chuckle. I couldn’t get started due to stage fright, though I could already hear his piss gushing. The silence from my side of the divider felt deafening and I got increasingly embarrassed. He smirked over at me, looked down at my dick and laughed again, “Having trouble?” Then he finished up and left me in the bathroom. When I got back to the table, Luke was still detailing the reasons his ex was such a piece of shit, as if we’d never left. Han met my eye and grinned knowingly. I blushed again, but thankfully Luke was still engrossed in his story, so didn’t probe.
As Luke talked about how his ex had refused to have sex with him towards the end of their relationship, Han surreptitiously lifted up my beer, made as if to take a sip, spat in it, then set it back in front of me. My hands started to shake and I went from scarlet to beetroot. Had Luke noticed? Seemingly not, he was still grumbling about his ex. I felt a tension in my head and a stirring in my groin. Rather shakily I picked up my beer, looked over at Han and took a big gulp, before placing it back on his half of the table. He gave me a quick wink, before doling out some pretty sage-sounding advice to Luke. Something along the lines of keeping the mystery alive in a relationship. After finishing up the meal, Luke was keen to go to a bar for drinks, but Han had something else to do, so left us to it, saying he might catch up with us later.
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I woke up with a massive headache and some missing pieces in the jigsaw that was the bar from the night before. I raised my head and saw Han in the bed next to me. I remembered getting to the bar with Luke and dancing a bit, but later things got a bit foggy. I had an image of Han looking down at me in what looked like a toilet cubicle, and there was a sour taste in my mouth. Han looked like he was still sleeping. What had happened? We were both naked with the covers over us. I shifted in the covers to uncover Han’s body. He had a nice body, gym-fit and, as my eyes travelled further down towards his crotch, I suddenly realised he had opened his eyes and was smirking at me. “Morning!” I said. Without a word, Han reached out and cradled my head, shifting me gently down to his cock. “Sorry, mate, just need a piss.” I thought he was going to get up and head to the bathroom, but he just pushed his cock into my mouth. I felt a slight trickle at first, and the shock made me pull away. The force of his hand increased slightly, but still with a comfortable ease. “Don’t tell me you forgot what you said last night,” he said, laughing again. Something about his confidence blew away my resistance and I pursed my lips around his girth. The warm flow and the heady stench of alcohol made me gag, but the sensation and his odour made my dick stir. By the time he’d finished and I’d drunk every drop, he was getting hard (again?).
“Come on, you little faggot, give daddy some ass.”
He grabbed my legs by the ankle and my calves were resting on his shoulders before I knew it. I felt a dull pressure on my anus as he tried unsuccessfully to slide in. He spat on his hand and rubbed my hole with his fingers, easing me gently until he felt it loosening. His dick slid in and I felt full of him. I felt my face flush red and pressure as he pushed his way in. Han was owning my hole and I felt proud to be the object of his attention. My hard cock swang about on my belly as he lifted my back off the pillow and pushed in again and again. As he was fucking me, I kept trying to wank my dick, as it normally helps with bottoming. He kept brushing my hand away, until he got mad, pulled his dick out and got a tie from his wardrobe and tied my hands above my head. Even without any stroking, my dick was rock solid while he was fucking me. He teased me about it, “So much dick, but no fucking use.” as it swang about uselessly. He grabbed my face and told me to open my mouth, and then cleared his throat to get a ball of spit on his lips, before letting it gradually drool into my waiting throat. As he was getting closer, he pulled his dick out and shot his load all over my face. Wave after wave spurted into my nose, eyes and mouth. Then he chuckled and started wiping his dick on my face. “Good boy! Now lick it clean” He forced it deep into my mouth while his hips were still gyrating from the orgasm. “Now you’re going to buy my breakfast.”
