I shoved my way through the crowded club to the bar. I couldn’t believe how many people were here. Tom had set me up with a friend of his, reckoning that now I had come out as being bisexual, I may as well get out there. But I had no idea how I was going to find this blind date, or vice versa, if there were this many people here.

I managed to wrestle my way through to the bar, having my ass grabbed by one severely inebriated man in the process. “Excuse me?” I hollered, leaning on the bar.

“You want a drink, gorgeous?” a Scottish man slurred, throwing his arm round my shoulders. “I’ll buy you anything you want if you’ll come home with me.”

“Well, that’s very…to the point,” I told him. “But I’m fine, thank you.”

“Don’t play hard to get…” he told me, using two fingers to turn my head to look at him. “I can see in your eyes that you want it.”

“I really don’t. Can you pleas-?”

“Is he bothering you?” A voice cut through my insistence, and I turned to see that a blond barman had appeared in front of me, and was looking at me questionably. He was about my age- very attractive, with a defined bone structure, sparkling light blue eyes and floppy hair that hung in those same eyes. There was a sketchbook under his arm.

“We’re fine,” the Scot slurred, still determined to keep his arm around me no matter how much I fought to shrug it off. I made pleading eyes with the barman. “I’ll have a beer, and whatever this beautiful boy wants.”

“The beautiful boy wants you to let him go,” the barman told him sternly. “And if you don’t do so right now, I’ll see to it that you’re removed from this club immediately.”

The guy released me, and backed off, “Okay, okay. I’m just trying to have a good time.”

I leaned on the bar heavily, letting out a breath, “Thank you.”

“No problem.” He flashed me a stunning smile, “What can I do for you?”

“Erm… Vodka and coke, please.”

“Coming right up.” He set his sketchbook down behind him and got to work.

“Do you draw?” I asked, jerking my chin at the book. He glanced behind him.

“When I can.” He handed me my drink, and I gave him the money in exchange. I smiled at him brightly, and moved back across the club. I saw an empty table and headed for it, figuring that if he was going to find me, I may as well stay put.

Twenty minutes later, there was a tap on my shoulder. I turned my head, expecting to find another drunk asking me to dance or go home with him and let him penetrate me. Instead, I found myself staring into the smiling face of the barman.

“I can also dance,” he told me smoothly, lowering his head so I could hear him clearer. “I just got off. Want me to show you?”

I drank the last of my vodka and coke slowly, my eyes on him, then I set the glass down. “Yeah. Why not? I don’t think my date’s going to show.” I stood up slowly.

“I’m Maxxie, by the way.”

“Dougie.” I let him take me by the hand and lead me out onto the floor. I was a passable dancer, but Maxxie was just incredible. His body seemed to move with the music, like he had practised it beforehand. Everything was so smooth and graceful.

He looped his arms around my neck about half-way through, as if letting everyone know who he was dancing with. I was lost in the blue of his eyes as he offered me another bright smile, and- before I knew what was happening- we were kissing.

I wasn’t sure who initiated it, but both of us were definitely kissing back with a fair amount of enthusiasm. His kiss was powerful, and passionate as his tongue fought a ferocious battle with my own.

He pulled away as the song drew to a close, and brushed my hair out of my face with a smile. “Thank you,” he murmured, kissing my lips again briefly. Then he turned and disappeared off into the crowd, leaving me alone and confused.

“He leave you, sweet stuff?” a low voice asked from behind me.  “Don’t worry… Damon will make you feel loved…”

“Oh, piss off!”

*****

As I strode into the club the next night, I was a man on a mission. I marched up to the bar- it being early enough that I could still do that with some simplicity. Right enough, there he was. Leaning on the war, working on something in his sketchbook. I walked right up and leaned on the counter next to the book, waiting until he looked up at me. “Oh, hey, Dougie.”

“What happened last night?”

A frown creased his gorgeous features, “What d’you mean?”

“I mean, where did you go? Why did you walk off?”

He shrugged, “The song was over.”

I nodded, letting out a bitter laugh, “Right. Well, thanks for clearing that up.” And with that, I turned away with the aim to leave the club.

“Wait!” Maxxie cried urgently. I turned back to see him standing upright, staring straight at me. I moved closer so I could hear him over the music without him having to shout. “Stick around,” he told me. “Maybe the song won’t end tonight.”

*****

I had to wait for ages, deflecting about a million chat-up lines that were thrown in my direction. I hoped that people would get the message, but when one man pulled me to my feet enthusiastically, I grasped that that wasn’t going to happen.

“Dance with me, baby,” he said brightly. He wasn’t too drunk by the looks of it, and not entirely repulsive, but my interests were firmly with the blond behind the bar.

“You know, I’m good,” I told him firmly. “Thank you, but no.”

He nodded, “I can see why you might be nervous. But I’m not going to hurt you.” He ran his hands down my sides slowly, “Why would I hurt you…?”

“I’m sure you wouldn’t.” I smiled at him, “But I don’t want to dance.”

“Then maybe you want to do something else,” he said suggestively, and- before I could stop him- his lips were on mine and he was forcing his tongue into my mouth as I opened it in protest. I tried to push him away, but he held me tightly, obviously hoping I’d melt into it.

“Get off me,” I managed, tearing my mouth off his forcefully.

“Come on; baby…” he purred, bringing his hands down to cup my ass. “Don’t be so frigid…”

“I’ll be frigid if I want,” I told him coolly. “Now let go of me.”

“I’ll show you how to have a good time,” he promised, before his mouth crashed down on mine again. I fought against him again, but he was stronger than he looked, then he was pulled away from him and the first thing I saw was Maxxie’s furious face.

“If he tells you to let go of him, you let go of him!” he hollered. “Get out of the club!”

The guy crossed his arms, a defiant look on his face, “You can’t make me.”

Maxxie laughed slightly, “Oh, really?” Then he grabbed the guy by the arm and pulled him quickly away from me and through the club. I couldn’t move. I just stood there in shock, unable to process what had just happened.

There was a hand on my arm, “Are you okay?” I nodded soundlessly, and let the man escort me back to my table. “Just take a seat,” he advised. “And call me if there’s any more trouble. The name’s Chris.”

I nodded, “Okay. Thank you.” I offered him a small smile to reassure him that I would, and he walked back to his friends. I groaned to myself and collapsed onto the table weakly. Why did this kind of thing always happen to me? When Danny went to clubs, I never heard stories about how he was dry-humped by drunken women.

I sensed someone take a seat opposite me, and I looked up to see Maxxie, armed with his sketchbook and two shot glasses. “You okay?” he asked.

I shrugged, “I’m fine. Thank you for coming to help.”

“I was on my way over, anyway. I saw you shove him off.” He gave me a smile, “You put up a good fight.”

“Why?” I asked, motioning to one of the shot glasses.

“Peace offering,” he explained, handing me one of the tiny glasses. “After the way I acted last night. To better attempts and second tries?” he toasted, holding up his glass. I smiled slightly, tapping mine against it. Then we both downed them.

I coughed painfully as the sour taste filled my mouth. Maxxie laughed. “Here.” He held out my vodka and coke to me. “Sorry. I should’ve warned you. Drink this.”

I watched him over the glass, “This is your peace offering? What would you do if you hated me?”

He leaned across the table, his eyes glinting cheekily, “Be glad you never have to find out. It’s exactly what I did to that guy after I’d dragged him out.” He took my drink out of my hand and finished it off. Then he set it down and held out a hand, “Have you had enough dancing for one day, or will you honour me?”

*****

“And this is me,” Maxxie announced as we came to a stop outside a block of flats.

“Okay.” I smiled at him, “See you around, then.” It was definitely him who initiated it this time. His hand snaked up around my neck and his lips came into contact with mine. I relished the taste of him one more time, as my tongue collided with his sensuously.

“Do you want to come in?” he asked casually. “For a coffee? Vodka and coke? Bagel?”

I laughed, “Yeah. Sure.” He let us into the block of flats and led me up one short flight of stairs to his door.

“Sorry I ran off yesterday,” he said suddenly. “I got scared. My last relationship didn’t end well. In fact, I don’t recall it ever actually starting. It’s complicated, really. He was one of my best friends, had a girlfriend, and he ended up giving me head whilst his girlfriend was in the room.”

I let out a low whistle, “Complicated.” He nodded, opening the door. I stepped in after him, “Do you live on your own?”

He nodded again, closing the door, “Yeah.”

“Brilliant.” In a matter of seconds, I had him pinned up against the wall, holding his hands above his head as my mouth devoured his. He ground into me lightly, so I moaned into his mouth.

“This way,” he murmured, kicking off his shoes and leading me along the corridor. I shed my own footwear on the way, and let him pull off my jacket and t-shirt. My hands found the buttons of his shirt, and I undid them before shoving it down over his shoulders. I attached my mouth to his neck as he stumbled backwards into what I assumed was the bedroom. Right enough, pretty soon I was on my back on the bed.

His kisses were long and deep, and his fingers were nimble as he undid my trousers. I arched my hips to aid him in getting them off, and he threw them aside. He moved down to suck hungrily on my collarbone, kissing it in it’s entirety before moving down my chest and over my stomach so slowly that I writhed under him.

I was already hard, and I just wanted him to give me the relief I so desperately craved. However, my hands fisted in his hair as he swirled his tongue in my navel. Then he granted my wish and turned his attention to my boxers.

He lowered them gently, being careful not to catch my straining erection in the fabric, and I let out a gasp of shock as he latched on immediately.

His skilled mouth worked me effortlessly, gliding up and down my length leisurely, stirring feelings in me that no-one ever had before. I moaned loudly, my hands still cupping the back of his head to guide him.

His tongue rubbed against my foreskin, vibrating it back and forth, and- without warning- he moved his hands up to massage my testicles, making me jolt and moan with even more lust and need.

There was no way to prevent the point when I ejaculated full force in his mouth. I was still riding out the euphoria from the amazing orgasm I’d just experienced, when he moved back up the bed to my face and kissed me again. He had kept some of my come in his mouth, so it was now mixed with our saliva as our tongues collided.

“That was amazing,” I panted. He smiled at me, and got off the bed. I sat up as he stood at the foot of the bed. His hands found his belt buckle, and he undid it slowly, the whole time staring me right in the eye with a sexy, taunting smirk on his face.

Once his belt was undone, he flicked open the button on his black trousers, and lowered the fly so slowly that I could hear every click resounding in the otherwise silent room. Then he pushed his trousers down gradually, slowly revealing more and more of his toned legs to.

As he finally stepped out of his trousers, I moved on the bed, and crawled down it towards him. His smirk widened, and he ran a thumb along the waistband of his boxers, before he eased them off slowly, and I was faced with the full effect of his body. I froze on the end of the bed and just stared.

His easy laugh brought me out of my stupor, and I swung my legs round so I was sitting on the edge of the bed. His hand came to rest on my forehead. I looked up at him questionably. With a smile, he brought his other hand down as well, and used his hands to push my hair back, before his fingers threaded in my hair and he straddled me.

Our lips collided sensuously, and he leaned into me, so my newly regenerated erection ground against his solid one. He drove me back into the bed, and we made our way back up so we were both lying on it completely.

He pulled away from me, and slid the three central fingers of his right hand into his mouth. He shifted them in and out a couple of times, ensuring they were completely soaked. My stomach jiggled. I knew what was coming, but I’d never done this before.

He seemed to sense my nerves, and smiled at me comfortingly. “Don’t worry,” he whispered gently. “It will hurt at first, but then all the pain goes away. I promise.” I stared into his eyes searchingly for a moment, but could see nothing but care and honesty. I nodded.

Now that he’d gotten the go-ahead, he moved back and parted my legs, pushing my knees up slightly so he could have better access into me. Then I was introduced to the bizarre sensation of having a finger inserted into your nether regions. I breathed in sharply as a small sting of pain shot through me, but after a while I relaxed, getting used to the feeling.

Once he had fully prepared me for what he was about to do, he slid out his three fingers, and slid in his rock hard penis immediately, using his own precome as lubricant. The pain was intense as my walls were stretched and I tried to get used to the intrusion. The fingers could never have prepared me for the reality of having a guy’s dick in me.

I squirmed in discomfort, and he began to thrust slowly, watching my face intently to check I didn’t want him to stop. My face was creased in pain, but apart from that I gave no sign that I didn’t want to continue, so he sped up his thrusting.

Then I was suddenly filled with the most insane pleasure I had ever encountered. I moaned loudly as he connected with the spot. The pain became a distant memory as I began to rear up to meet his thrusts.

He continued to thrust, hitting that same spot every time, and sending waves of pleasure through him as we clung to each other. His breathing was laboured, and his eyes were glassy with the pleasure he was obviously receiving as well.

My eyes went blind seconds before I climaxed once more, this orgasm wracking me even more drastically than the first one had. Only seconds later, I screamed as I felt him release deep inside of me.

He collapsed onto me limply, and we just lay there for a while, panting into each other’s ears. Then he rolled off me soundlessly, and stood up shakily, leaving the room. I didn’t have the strength to follow him; I didn’t trust my legs to carry me the distance. I just lay there, gulping in air and desperately trying to calm my pounding heart.

I was so thankful to Tom right now. If he hadn’t have set me up with his friend who I never actually met, I never would have been in that club. I never would have met Maxxie, and this never would’ve happened.

Maxxie came back into the room now, and moved over to me. He began to wipe down my chest carefully, cleaning all the sticky come off me from where I’d managed to come over both of us. Luckily, I’d missed the bed itself.

Maxxie just put the cloth down on the bedside table and climbed into the bed next to me, pulling the covers up over both of us. I turned to face him, and he surveyed at me, taking in my features slowly. Then his lips curved slowly, “You really are a beautiful boy, aren’t you?”