Baby Blue Corners
We stood at opposite ends of the room. Occasional eye contact, but we had never had the courage to approach each other. I felt confident tonight. My jeans fit right. I had made a new belt. I leaned back and stared through the pairs fucking between us and let him be my only goal. When he met my eyes, he cocked his head. Looked back at me lazily as if to say: “You have to ask for what you want.”
I stepped closer, weaving between the slings surrounded by guys. I stood an arm's length away and looked up at him and tried to make eye contact. That same intensely lazy stare shot back at me.I tried to move to my knees, but felt his hand gripping my collar.
“Your Daddy know you're here?” He yanked me closer to him. I stumbled into him and stammered, “y-y-yes”
I was cut short by the tightening around my neck. He pulled my ear to his mouth.
“You're too eager.” He dragged me to the chest-high ledge that surrounded the bar and placed my chin in a puddle of beer.
“Learn some patience. If you're here when I get back, maybe I'll put you to use.”
He left. I stared into the wall and felt the lights pass by. My legs wobbled. My thighs burned. My knees begged for the rough ground. I could smell the mixture of the stale beer and whatever overly sweet drink the fag that was here before me was guzzling. The chains of the sling behind me rattled as a bottom sang out in ecstasy. I could not tell how long had passed, only how many songs had played since he left. I couldn't tell if I was being patient enough. Was four songs enough? Eventually, the only thing I could focus on was the puppy-dog-like desire I had for him to return. The utter need for his attention. I pictured him in my mind. His heavy boots. His leather jacket with nothing underneath. His chest, covered in black curls. The bulge in his pants. Two cold beers were placed on the ledge next to my face. I guess seven songs was patient enough.
“Good boy.” He was close to my ear. I could feel the cold from the beer coming from his lips. “Are you ready to be on your knees?”
“Please,” I begged.
I felt his thick fingers on my collar. He pulled me back to standing. He grabbed my hair, tilting my head back. My legs wobbled; it was hard to stay standing.
“Drink this.” The beer poured down my throat. It was a relief from straining to stay up. I felt limp under his hand. He kept pouring until I couldn't keep up, and it spilled down the front of my chest. When the can was empty, he tugged downwards on the chain around my neck. I fell to my knees.
He caressed my face while I panted impatiently. His boot pressed against my cunt. He kicked his foot to the side, spreading my legs out further and bringing my head down to crotch height. He unzipped his pants and spilled out over the waistband of his underwear. His fingers ran through my hair before gripping my shaggy bangs. He shoved himself into my mouth. I stroked the underside of his cock with my tongue.
“That's it, boy.”
He started slowly pumping into my mouth. I felt him in the back of my throat. His hand stayed in my bangs. He held me in place as he started to fuck my mouth. I frantically pulled air through my nose in between pumps. He sped up. I could sense someone approaching us. He shoved himself down that throat and held himself there. I could hear his voice and an unfamiliar one chatting back and forth. His belly completely covered my nose. I started to grab at his thighs and stomach as I could feel myself feeling lightheaded. He pushed himself further, forcing my head against the wall.
“Oh, do you need something?” His cock slipped between my lips. I gagged and breathed in deep. I panted against his thighs. The guy he was talking to laughed and looked down at me. He was wearing a jockstrap and boots. I could barely hear them. My mouth was still agape, waiting for him to put it back in my. “Be a good boy and stay just like that for me.”
I watched his hands stroke the other man’s back. They kissed. His cock was wet with my saliva and precum. The man in the jockstrap bent over against the wall. His fat fingers shoved their way into my mouth. “Wet them.” He said instructively. I sucked them into my mouth. He pulled them out and pushed them into the man in the jockstrap's ass. He stifled moans as fingers pumped in and out of his hole. I watched patiently as his bulge bounced in front of my face. After fingers was his cock. I wished I could see his cock entering this mans hole. The coarse mesh is his jock strap pressed against my face as he was fucked against the wall.
I felt the sweat from their bodies rebound off my thighs. His cock found it's way into my mouth, and with each thrust he fucked my throat deeper. their moans and grunts completely drowned out the music, shaking chains and leather slaps. This went on for an undetermined number of songs until I felt him trickle down my throat. arms wrapped around him and pulled him upright. He fixed his jockstrap and stumbled off to the bar.
“You’ve waited so patiently for me, haven't you?"
The man crouched down. His leather jacket hung perpendicular to his boots. Out of his pocket came a blue handkerchief. He wiped the drool that was coming down my face with the corners. after cleaning me up he grabbed my collar and pulled my ear to his mouth.
"Now be a good boy and get home. Be here next week.”
He pulled me up to my feet. I looked back disappointedly. He pulled me close to him. My face met his chest. I pulled in as much of his scent as I could. He tucked the handkerchief into my back pocket.