Part Three Written Request #5
Helplessly moaning his pleasure, Scott gave everything he had to maintaining his position as Joe worked his fingers deeper inside him.
Joe didn’t say anything when he took his fingers away. Every muscle in Scott’s body tensed at the loss, but somehow, he managed to remain silent. His arms trembled. He dipped his head toward the door panels, but he didn’t utter a single word of complaint.
A lifetime seemed to pass before Scott felt the blunt pressure of Joe’s cock against his well-prepared hole.
Joe’s shaft was slicked and latex-covered, but Scott was barely in any condition to notice such details.
All he knew for sure was that it was Joe’s cock and he wanted it buried inside him as far as was physically possible, then an extra inch deeper, just for luck.
For the first time in his life, it was the desire for a connection as much as for physical pleasure that drove Scott on.
He didn’t just need to come, he needed Joe inside him—needed Joe to take control of him and become part of him.
Scott whimpered; unable to bring words to his lips, but equally unable to stay silent.
Scott closed his eyes. Leaning forward, he rested his temple against the door.
Joe allowed that, but he grabbed Scott’s hips with both hands and made sure Scott’s arse remained exactly where he wanted it.
He dug his fingers roughly into Scott’s skin as he finally pushed forward, lodging his entire shaft inside Scott’s body with one powerful motion.
Scott’s whole body jerked. As much as he wanted Joe’s cock, he wasn’t entirely ready for the size of it. The breath rushed out of his lungs. His eyes tried to roll back in his head. Yet, somehow, he still found himself squirming within Joe’s hold, desperate for more.
Joe made Scott remain still for what felt like forever, forcing him to take some time to relax and adjust. Years seemed to pass before Joe was finally willing to pull back and thrust hard into Scott again.
Scott clawed at the door’s battered paintwork as Joe’s movements became increasingly brutal and unyielding with every minute that passed.
Scott could barely keep himself on his feet.
If Joe’s grip on him had been looser, Scott knew he’d have tumbled to the floor.
But, while Joe’s fingers dug into Scott’s sides, collapsing simply wasn’t an option.
There was no way for Scott to escape the rough pounding—or the ecstasy that raced through his body in response to it.
It wasn’t a comfortable way to be screwed, and it was nothing like being back on the creaking bed in his rented room.
His knees trembled. Pleasure and something close to pain mingled inside him, making everything somehow better than pure bliss might have made it on its own.
Suddenly, Joe moved his right hand away from Scott’s hip. He reached around Scott and grabbed Scott’s cock.
Joe’s grip was just a fraction too tight. He jacked Scott hard and relentless, not bothering to ask if that was the kind of caress Scott wanted, and maybe not even caring.
Scott thrashed helplessly between Joe and the door, unable to remain still, no matter how much he wanted to obey Joe’s orders. He pushed himself back onto Joe’s cock and forward into Joe’s hand as if his life depended on it.
Trapped in the moment, Scott hurtled helplessly toward his orgasm. He bucked as his climax tore through him, his cum spilling into Joe’s hand and onto the door panels in front him.
Just a moment later, Joe’s rhythm escalated.
He thrust his shaft deeper inside Scott, as he reached his own orgasm.
The world came to a complete stop. Scott had no doubt that every man in the club froze, unable to do anything but wait out their bliss with them.
There was no way that only two people could be aware of such a perfect moment existing in the world, there was no way it could ever have been kept a secret.
Scott didn’t move. He couldn’t move, not even when Joe ultimately pulled away. Scott wasn’t sure if it was obedience, exhaustion, or simply an unwillingness to leave the ecstasy he’d found while leaning against that door.
He remained in position until Joe tugged at his shoulder and forced him to straighten up. Scott blinked down at the cum-stained door, his mind slow and hazy with afterglow. When Joe gave him no choice but to turn around, Scott looked at the room around them for the first time.
“Where a-a-are we?”
“Ladies’ toilets.”
Scott blinked.
Joe shrugged. “Not like anyone would be using them tonight.” He sounded so confident, the fact they were standing in forbidden territory stopped feeling wrong to Scott. It couldn’t be wrong—not when Joe chose it.
“I should p-probably, um…” Scott stepped clumsily around Joe, retrieved some paper towels from the dispenser on the wall and cleaned up his cum, only vaguely aware of Joe throwing away the used condom behind him.
Tasks completed, Scott glanced up at Joe, instinctively looking for an order. Joe said nothing, he merely slapped Scott’s arse as he stepped past him, grabbed Scott’s wrist and jerked open the door.
He led Scott out of the toilets, through the bar and into the locker room, apparently oblivious to the knowing looks every guy in the pub shot in their direction. Scott wished like hell he could have felt the same way. As it was, the only thing that kept Scott moving was Joe’s grip on his wrist.
Joe seemed to make a point of giving Scott a few minutes to himself and allowing him to pull himself together while they each got dressed.
Scott had never been more grateful for companionable silence in his life.
He’d never enjoyed looking down at his own body while he got dressed and knowing that he’d soon be sporting a few bruises from a rough riding so much, either.
He didn’t look up and meet Joe’s eyes until they were both completely clothed.
Out of nowhere, Joe shook his head. His expression changed to one that appeared thoroughly disappointed in Scott. “You know, it’s really not on for a man to have been out as long as you to have and to never have been to a boots only night.”
Scott looked down. He’d obviously been crazy to think that he could keep the attention of a man like Joe for more than a couple of days. It was stupid to believe that, just because he’d thought their latest date put sliced bread in the shade, Joe would feel that way too.
Scott glanced up when he heard paper rustling, even though he knew it was hopeless to pray that it would be the sound of another condom being unwrapped.
All the air rushed out of his lungs when he spotted the envelope in Joe’s hand.
Joe tapped the edge of the envelope against his chin, apparently deep in thought. “Yes, I think it’s time someone started to introduce you to a whole new world, isn’t it, Scott?”
Scott nodded enthusiastically, relief making his head spin and his lips curve up into a goofy grin.
It didn’t even occur to him to worry about what that might actually mean until after Joe had dropped him off outside his house with a final command that Scott leave the envelope sealed until the following morning.
There were only two words written on the outside of the envelope— Orders Enclosed.