Bingo!
Number 69 belonged to a man who was an inch or two taller than me, maybe three since I was drunk and couldn’t judge well. His shoulders were broader too—oh yeah, I liked shoulders. I liked asses too, and arms, and…well, I liked guys.
69 had broad shoulders and slim hips. He was fucking sexy. My dick was hard just thinking of touching him. My cock was probably showing, but here, in this atmosphere, I didn’t care. 69 was wearing a Devil mask which covered the top half of his face. His long horns were quite impressive, and I wondered if he had other impressive parts.
I shivered at the thought of my father seeing me eyeing the 69 Devil like he was a piece of cake—decadent devil’s food cake that I wanted to taste. Fuck, I needed to calm down.
It was appropriate that 69 was wearing Satan so brazenly. It made me all the more determined to approach the man with jet-black hair and amazing shoulders.
I moved closer, stumbling a little as I approached. He turned before I got there, so I tapped his shoulder, and 69 spun to face me. He had bright blue eyes and a killer smile. My heart did a flip. The Devil had me.
“Hey, 218. Nice.”
I smiled and leaned toward him.
“I thought Batman never smiled?” The Devil smirked, and I laughed.
“He does tonight,” I replied, trying to stay calm. “I saw you wrote down my number. Thanks. What now?”
The Devil’s gaze traveled down my body and then back up. He licked his lips, and his eyelids narrowed, making his eyes hooded in a sexy way. “Well, how about we head to the restroom so that I can suck your cock until you’re dry?”
Shock pulsed through me. I gasped at the Devil’s forwardness. Could I do this? I’d never touched another man before, and no one had touched me. Could it really be this easy?
I wanted to be touched, and here was opportunity in Devil’s clothing knocking at my door, well, my cock. Nervously, I nodded. The Devil hooked his arm with mine and bumped my hip.
“That’s the spirit. Come on, this way.”
He led me to the restroom which was down a long hall. The first cubicle was already occupied. The door stood open and I could see a big guy bent forward over the toilet. His trousers were down by his ankles, and the man behind him was eagerly fucking his ass.
I shivered as the guy cried out, “Yes. That’s it.”
“Let’s try a few cubicles away from theirs,” the Devil whispered to me. Eyes wide, I nodded.
We entered the toilet stall and locked the door behind us. I was nervous and unsure if I was making a good decision.
“How do we do this?” I asked, my voice shaking as the Devil stared at me like I was a meal.
“You just stand there. I’ll handle the rest.”
“Should I close my eyes?” I wanted to take back the question. It was stupid and showed my immaturity. I squeezed my hands into a ball, noticing they’d turned damp with sweat. Heck, my underarms were past damp. I’d blamed it on the dancing, but my overheating wasn’t just because I’d been moving. I was terrified I’d fuck this up.
The Devil shrugged. “Only if you want to. You can hold my horns if you like. Or my hair. Whatever makes you happy.”
“What about what makes you happy?” I asked.
The Devil smiled and unzipped my pants. I wasn’t wearing any underwear, so my cock flipped out, standing nearly straight up since I was already hard. The Devil took my dick which wasn’t huge, but big enough, and began slowly sliding his hand over the length. I shivered and almost came. It felt so good to have somebody else touching my cock. I gasped with pleasure when 69 Devil ran his thumb over the tip.
“This makes me happy,” 69 Devil said before dropping to his knees and sucking my cock into his mouth.
My hands flew to the sides of the stall. I was going to drop. If I did, I would fall into the toilet and get my ass wet, and I didn’t want to do that. But my God, the Devil had a way with his mouth that left me gasping with pleasure. He licked up to the tip then circled the end. With one hand, he gently played with my balls, and the other hand continued to toss me off.
I stared down at 69 Devil, watching his head bob as he gave me pleasure. It was the best feeling in the world. The Devil had me now, and there was nothing my dad could do about it. I giggled at the thought, and 69 paused for a second until I thrust my cock into his mouth. He groaned and sucked down hard. It was almost enough to make me come, but I held on, not blowing my load.
What did the Devil look like under that mask? Did it even matter? Nobody had ever made me feel this way, and I had no clue what this guy really looked like. Maybe looks didn’t matter that much.
The Devil took me deeper, bobbing his head while he tugged on my balls. Soft, eager lips toyed with my tip and drove me crazy. The Devil stopped playing with my bollocks and reached his hand behind me, sliding his finger between my cheeks. When he touched my pucker, I jumped.
Fear filled me. It was one thing to have a guy kissing my dick, but sliding anything into my ass was so freaking foreign to me it almost made me lose my erection and my nerve. My dad had warned about ass play—well, he hadn’t called it ass play. Instead, he’d called it the Devil’s gateway. Fuck, here I was with a guy dressed as Satan wearing a 69 on his chest while he blew me, and I was worried about some stupid gateway to hell. I freaking loved having my cock sucked. If this was the path to hell, I wanted to be on it.
69 let my cock slide from his mouth. I was going to say something, but the guy stuck his finger into his mouth, getting it slick. He glanced up, watching my face as he slid his finger between my ass cheeks and pressed. His finger popped in, and I groaned. I hadn’t ever fingered myself, and here I was with the Devil, doing it for the first time. I blew out a slow breath as 69 sucked down on my cock.
The Devil sucked me deeper still, all the way up to the hilt as his finger slid in a little more.
“Oh God…fuck, it feels so good,” I cried out.
I pumped forward and the guy moaned. His finger slid deeper and touched something that made me see stars. I almost jumped out of my shoes, but the Devil had me. I was going to come unglued in his mouth.
It was almost too much, but I fucked the Devil’s mouth harder, going deeper with every thrust. The Devil began to moan again as he reached down and grabbed his own cock. When had he pulled out his dick? I tried to get a glance, then he licked around my tip, and nothing else mattered. We were both going to come soon.
I grabbed hold of the Devil’s horns and rocked forward, fucking his face. The world faded. The bathroom was a dim memory as I slid into glory, seeing something—or at least feeling something—that was like heaven.
We were rocking hard and I tugged, yanking the mask off the Devil’s head. The man beneath the mask was handsome in a chiseled features, solid chin sort of way. He was older than me, not too old, maybe thirty or so, possibly thirty-five. I’d never been great at guessing ages and with my cock in his mouth, it was even harder than usual. Really, I didn’t care how old he was, just that he kept doing what he was doing to me.
The Devil didn’t seem to mind that he had lost his mask. No matter how vigorously I thrust my cock into his mouth, he seemed happy to take it.
69 Devil tried to slip a second finger into my ass and I shrieked. Fuck, it hurt, but my God, this was exciting. He pulled his fingers from me but didn’t stop sucking. The good feeling was back and I pumped harder. I almost giggled again as I thought about praising God.
The Devil pulled back, dropping my dick from his mouth once again. He glanced up and smiled. His teeth were perfect—straight and sparkly white. It was a beautiful smile, tempting in more ways than one. That my cock had been in his mouth, fucking his face, made him look even better. I wanted my cock back in his mouth again.
“You wanna come in my mouth or on my face?”
The question made me freeze. That 69 had asked so casually as if he was just asking me for tea or coffee, I didn’t know what to say. Then 69 Devil lifted his brow, breaking me from my stupor.
“I get to choose? You don’t mind me doing that in your mouth?”
The Devil smiled again. “I don’t mind at all. Not one bit. I like eating cum.”
I drew in a slow breath as the options toyed with me. I could hear the guys from a few doors down still fucking. Someone yelled at a guy to take it deeper. I’d lost myself in the Devil, and I wanted to get lost again.
“Your mouth, please, if that’s okay?”
The Devil laughed. “Such manners. Okay, but this time only thrust deep right when you’re about to come. You’re bigger than I’m used to.”
I chuckled because I knew I wasn’t huge. “I bet you say that to all the guys.”
The Devil shook his head. “Only to the guys with really big dicks.”
69 took my cock again, but not as deeply. We were rocking when the guys down the row who were fucking shouted their finish, screaming about how good it was. I blinked slowly then watched my cock slide past 69 Devil’s lips. I’d never seen anything as beautiful.
I didn’t thrust hard though I wanted to force him to take it. Instead, I let the Devil work his magic. The Devil had his hands cupping my ass and it felt so good. His fingers played over my pucker. Everything felt amazing. I wanted it to last but I knew it wouldn’t. I was coming unglued as his tongue slowly moved in circles around my cock.
I reached down and grabbed handfuls of the Devil’s thick, wavy hair in both hands. I wished that this could last forever, but dancing with the Devil would burn after a while and I was already hot as hell.
The pressure built to unimaginable levels. I thrust into the Devil’s mouth, holding tight to the back of his head so that I could go even deeper. The Devil moaned loudly and I hoped it was with pleasure and not that I’d done something horribly wrong. But honestly, with my cock shoved balls deep, his hands all over me, I didn’t care too much.
Everything went blank, then came back to one little pinprick of focus as I came, shooting my load down the Devil’s throat. I groaned with pleasure as the Devil sucked harder. Waves of ecstasy filled me. I released my grip on the back of the Devil’s head. I’d wondered if 69 Devil would complain I’d been too rough. He didn’t. The Devil just swallowed and kept sucking until every last drop of my seed had been spent. Only then did he slowly withdraw my cock from his mouth.
The pressure from having his finger shoved up me still lingered. My dad would throw a fit if he knew I’d had my cock shoved down the Devil’s throat while he fingered my ass.
We were done, and I had no idea what to do. As the Devil stood, he pulled some toilet tissue out and wiped his fingers before tossing the waste into the bowl. He wrapped one arm around my waist and slid his lips over mine. His tongue demanded entrance, but he didn’t go deep. Instead, he teased my tongue before pulling out. He gave a quick lick, only to withdraw again before he licked again. The kiss was surprisingly soft but undeniably passionate. I had dreamed of being kissed like this. Sadly, it ended too quickly.
The Devil stood tall and hugged me again before he pulled back. His blue eyes were intense, drawing me in.
“Later, like before the night is over, can I—um, can I fuck your ass?”
The question shocked me and I shook my head. “N-no.”
69 Devil couldn’t conceal his disappointment. I felt bad. Was it rude of me to say no?
“I mean…yes. I don’t know.” My brain hurt and my ass was sore just from one little finger. I wasn’t sure I could take being fucked. I wanted to, I truly did, but it scared me. A guy yelled and more guys banged into the bathroom. My gaze met the Devil’s and I felt like I was about to sell my soul.
“Y-you can, but…n-not here. Not like this.”
“Oh fuck, yeah!” was let loose by someone in the stall next to ours. I shivered. I didn’t want my first time to be in a dirty toilet cubicle in a nightclub—no matter how handsome the man offering to fuck me was.
The Devil smiled and nodded. “I get it. Can I…um…well, this wouldn’t be…would this be your…you know, your first time?”
Heat washed over me and my eyes drifted to the floor. The Devil lifted my chin and I felt tears prick the back of my eyes.
“All of this was my first time. My first kiss with a guy. My first…” I searched for the word.
“Jobby?” the Devil supplied.
“Yeah, my first jobby. And the first time anybody has ever fingered my ass.”
The Devil sighed. “What a waste it has been all these years. You do have a lovely ass.”
More heat hit and my cheeks hurt from smiling. Embarrassment turned the heat up even more. “Thank you.”
The Devil licked over my lips and kissed me again, this time the tenderness was more than the passion. He ended the kiss but didn’t pull away.
“So, can I see you again?” the Devil asked. “Somewhere a little nicer than this cubicle?”
“Sure. I’ll give you my number.”
“And I’ll give you mine,” he replied happily.
We exchanged numbers then a thought hit me. “What do I put your name down as? The Devil? Satan? Lucifer? 69?”
He laughed. “I prefer Beelzebub but you can call me Damon, Damon Martel.”
I chuckled as I entered the name into my phone, followed by the number Damon gave me.
“And you would be…hmm, Bruce Wayne?” Damon jokingly guessed.
I smiled, thinking this was nice. “It’s Ridley. Ridley Leonard Chandler.”
Damon’s eyes widened. “Your middle name is Leonard?”
“What’s wrong with Leonard?” I asked.
“Oh, nothing. Nothing at all. With a name like that, it’s clear you’ve come to the right place tonight, that’s all.”
I smiled. It wasn’t the first time I’d been teased about my middle name. “It’s my grandfather’s name.”
Damon lifted his brows and chuckled as he added my full name—including Leonard—to his mobile. He took down the number I gave him.
“So…what now? We go our separate ways and I call you some other night?” Damon asked me.
I thought about it for a minute and imagined inviting Damon back to my hotel room to make love to him there, fulfilling all the fantasies I’d stored inside for all these years. But I wasn’t ready for that yet. I couldn’t believe I’d done this, fucking wasn’t in the cards—maybe not ever.
“I think that’s best. For now…you know. I’ll call you though,” I said, and I would…maybe…but probably not.
Damon nodded and shook my hand firmly. “I’m sure you will. Although, I may end up calling you first. I’ll see you soon…hopefully.”
With that, Damon zipped up his fly, unlocked the cubicle, and returned to the dance floor, to be swallowed up by the crowd.
Chapter Three
What was wrong with me? My first kiss, my first guy, my first anything real, and I let him walk away. I really was a sad case.
After losing sight of Damon, I sighed. No doubt, I’d messed up. Should I have been braver and let Damon fuck me? I might have enjoyed it—Oh hell, I knew I would have enjoyed it.
I felt bad about lying to Damon. I couldn’t take it back now, but I had given him a fake phone number. I wasn’t sure if I would ever be brave enough to return to Manchester and head to the gay nightclubs again. It would be harder to do on a night when masks weren’t a feature because deep inside, though I knew no one I knew or my dad knew would be here, I still feared being found out.
I headed to the bar and ordered one last drink, another Zombie for the road. I was served by the same barman as before.
“Awww. Not having fun?” Brent asked, reading my expression.
I sighed. “I was….”
“And then?” Brent asked.
“Then I did the same fucking thing I always do. I got scared and fucked things up.” My heart hurt as I stood there talking to Brent.
He placed the Zombie before me and patted me on the hand. It felt nice to be touched, but it had felt better to be touched by Damon. If I went to him an
d asked him to come to my hotel, would he? Could I do something like that?
There was no way. I couldn’t start something with him. It would be too dangerous.
“Cheer up. There’s plenty more numbers on the board,” he said waving his hand toward the whiteboard in the corner of the room.
I shook my head. “No, I don’t think so. Not tonight, anyway.” I didn’t want anybody else. I wanted Damon, but I was too damned cowardly to give him my real number, or to call his. Fear held me tight.
“Too bad,” Brent said and withdrew his hand. I looked down at my own hand. Brent had left a small piece of paper in my palm. It had his name and phone number on it.
“Oh God,” I whispered then glanced up to see Brent already serving someone else. He looked over and winked. Heat crept up my face.
Good lord, this was crazy. I shook my head, feeling a load of disbelief. In one night, I’d been given two phone numbers by cute guys. Sadness hit because no matter how good this night had gone, I wouldn’t be brave enough to call either of them.
I downed the Zombie cocktail and headed out on wobbly legs. I wandered the streets of Manchester until I saw a taxi cab, which I hailed and climbed in the back seat when he stopped.
“Had a good night?” the driver asked.
“Sure did,” I slurred.
“Are you going to vomit?”
I shook my head and hoped I didn’t. I didn’t want to. I wanted to turn back and find Damon, but I couldn’t ever come out as gay. And I knew without a doubt that if I hooked up again with the sexy Devil, my dad would find out.
Slightly reassured, the taxi driver nodded. “There’ll be a fifty quid fine if you do. Anyway, where are you headed?”
“Premier Inn.” Maybe I wasn’t that drunk, or maybe I was.
The taxi driver nodded. “Okay, boss. Just as well. You look too drunk to drive the Batmobile tonight.”
The taxi driver’s response confused me. Then I remembered the mask…and the see-through top. Had I grabbed my bag? I patted my shoulder, finding it. Whew, not too bad for drunk off my ass.
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