Horny as Hell

I went out last night because I was horny as hell. I just wanted another body to rub up against. I put on my black jeans and a tight black t-shirt and headed to my local bar.

I haven't been out on the prowl, so to speak, for a long time.

I knew what I wanted, a new face, some story I haven’t heard, someone who was chilled out and comfortable in his own world. “Why not,” I said, as I shut my front door. It can’t be too much to ask.

The bar was busy, which was good. Nobody wants a dead bar.

I was meeting Nick there.

I got a beer and stood by the pool tables. They were all being played. I could have faced a game while I was waiting, looking around, it's a good way to pass the time.

My eyes connected with another set of eyes connecting with mine. I smiled, and he looked away.

Nick was late. “There were taxis lined up but none of them were taking,” said Nick when he finally showed up, beer in hand.

“Taxi’s not taking passengers?” I queried.

“No.” He shrugged. “Who’d have thought?”

“Not me.”

“It’s why you haven’t got a boyfriend.”

“What?”

“That right there.”

“Stating the truth?”

“Questioning what you’ve been told, unnescessarily.”

I laughed.

“I’m getting a beer.”

“Yes thanks.”

“A beer?” Nick questioned.

“A vodka and tonic.”

“Two beers coming up,” said Nick.

I looked around for those eyes again.

Pretty quickly Nick was handing me a schooner.

“You got a table?”

“No.”

“You are waiting for what?”

“Huh?” There was that guy over by the bar with his friends.

“This is why feminism is failing us all, a woman still has to do every fucken thing.”

We got a table moments after that. Nick is fierce with that kind of thing. What is it, chalk on the pool table edge, or something. Not long after that the table was ours. The fat queen in the shorts that were two sizes too small for him…

“Two sizes, that queen had to pour olive oil into those britches before she could get her fat arse into those,” said Nick.

…with the nose ring lost to the bearded daddy, after which they stood cuddling on the sidelines with the bearded daddy fingering the fat queen’s arse until they disappeared altogether.

“You can break,” says Nick.

I hit the ball down the right hand side of the triangle, few balls break off.

Was he looking? Am I being too needy? I wouldn't like to think desperate. Keen, would be what I'd have said. I held my gaze in his direction, after I thought he glanced over the last time.

“Your shot,” I hear Nick saying.

I stroke my pool cue provocatively, and immediately regret it.

I hit my ball, I get one in.

Did I pull the provocative face too, I don’t remember? Please god don’t let me have pulled the face as well.

Nick says, “Come on dreamboat.”

I focus on the table, or at least I try to focus on the table, that schooner and beer combo, it is lethal. It’s making my head spin.

He looked again, our eyes met, he, kind of, smiled and looked away. Yep, he was interested. Okay, I thought, and I leant back against the box behind me to wait for him to look again.

“Dohl, are you on some sort of happy pill,” says Nick.

“What.” I look around.

Nick is right up in my face, “Hello... luv?”

I’m spinning out just a little. “What? Yes.”

“Have you taken a doowweerrnneerr.” Nick deliberately made his voice tune in and out.

Big breaths, all I need is big breaths. Breath in. Breath out. 

I see on Nick’s face when he suspects I might really be struggling. He moves his face close to mine, then he whizzes his face away, he whizzes it close to mine and says, “Have you been at the medicine cupboard again?”

I make my shot. I walk around the pool table, I think if I just keep walking, I will be able to walk these spins off, just keep walking.

He looked back over not so long after that. I smiled. He smiled coyly and looked away again. He looked again, I nodded, he nodded. He didn't quite look away, he did, but looked back quickly and then again.

He was with friends, two that I could make out. Okay. He looked again. I nodded and smiled. He nodded and smiled.

Okay. Now I've got to separate him from the heard. Let's see.

Nick cleans up the table. I am watching him pot every ball he hits.

Not long after his mate went to the busy bar and his other mate headed off in the direction of the toilet.

He looked around momentarily and then swung his face around to me and we held each other's gaze.

I take my shot, at the end of Nick’s rally. 

Look up, just keep looking up, I just had to keep my relationship with the equator at a steady marker.

Nick hits the winning shot.

“And that’s how it is done, my friend,” says Nick. “Another beer?”

“Yes, sure.”

“Rack them up while I’m at the bar.

I rack up for Nick to play the next guy on the board.

Okay, I guess this is it. I should have stopped drinking a schooner ago. It would have been the wise move. I was coming around, off the alcohol shot and back to smooth moving under the goddess green. In other words, the spins had stopped.

I smiled. He smiled.

I finished my beer. Perhaps too quick, I thought, after I’d finished it.

I walked over on my way to the bar. I was going to walk past and give him a long look, but, where's that going to get me. So, I stopped.

"Hi, I'm Josh."

"Matthew. I'm Matthew." Dark hair, blue eyes, early twenties, why not? I could not think of one good reason why I shooldn’t.

"Nice to meet you."

"Me too."

"Is your mate getting you a beer?"

"Yeah," he said breathlessly.

"I would have got you one."

He shrugged.

"Well... you going to be here long?"

"Oh." He smiled. "I guess."

I looked over at the bar, his mate was still waiting to be served.

"You looking to go home with someone?" It just came out. I winced inside, careful not to let it show on my face. Jesus, Josh, I thought.

He looked a bit taken aback. "Yes. Sure. Maybe."

"Come see me when you want to go,” I smiled. I kind of had to say it, I was too far in not to, at that point. “You know, if you want to.".

"Okay." He smiled.

I turned and headed to the bar. Idiot, I thought. You will never see him again. Pity, I thought after that.

As I walked back to the pool tables with my freshly pour schooner, both Matthew's mates were back. They were talking, but Matthew's gaze followed me.

Cute, I thought. Young, gay boy, maybe 22, kind of innocent. Tight, defined body, nice eyes, cute smile, great mouth. I'm not normally so forward, no never, but, you never know, maybe that will work. You can piss around all night and still not get anywhere, if you are only gazing from the other side of the room.

Sometimes you've got to make a move.

The pool was being intensely played with a bunch of hot, shirtless guys who all seemed to know each other. That's the thing with pool, it's social and the more you play, the more social it is. 

Nick was beating them all, of course. Nick is a shark. He says its because his dad used to hang out in pool rooms with him since he was two, or something, but Nick has many versions of stories from his childhood.

I must get down here more often and get amongst it. I'm a really good pool player, after all. I’m pretty good. Sign of a misspent youth in gay bars, I guess. And, I like it. And, I've picked up more guys playing pool than at any other time, sex clubs not included.

I looked back over and Matthew and his mates had gone. Shame, I thought. 

Then I just got interested in the pool, they were playing well. Stupid, I know, but Matthew was just what I wanted and now he'd left, I settled for more social than sexual, as I knew I'd probably head to the sauna eventually and get my rocks off there, with some nameless body, before I headed home.

The challengers fell quickly. I was offered a game, but the pot, I'd smoked before I left, and the beer had mellowed me somewhat and, like Peter Sellers, I was happy to watch. 

One of the pool players was giving me the eye. Cute, smiley, blond, shirtless, nice body. I kind of thought, maybe you'd do, maybe. But, I don't usually go for blonds.

Someone sat next to me. I kind of lazily looked around to see it was Matthew. Big blue eyes, thick, dark hair at the front, high forehead, unblemished skin, button nose, big red lips, square jaw, clean shaved. A gorgeous smile.

"Hi... again."

"I thought you'd gone."

"No, we were just out the front smoking." He smiled. "Not me, my mates."

"They still here."

"No, they've gone off hunting." He smiled. "I've just been having a few beers to get... um... the courage to come over and talk to you?

I smiled.

"And what are you going to do?"

"Well." He shrugged. "I was thinking about leaving." He smiled.

"I see." I smiled. "Cool."

"But, I'm not ready to head home, yet."

"Where are you heading?"

"That depends."

"That depends on what?"

"Um." He smiled. "Er." He smiled again. "I guess... you."

"Good to hear."

"What are you looking for?" He slurred for the first time, it was the first time I suspected he was drunk.

"Looking for?" I smiled. "I never know how to answer that question." I laughed, more at the ridiculousness of what I'd just said. Don't lose it now, you know what he means. "Everything." Was that lame.

"Cool." he smiled broadly. "I guess I am too, but..." He looked around, I think, to see if anyone could hear him. He looked back at me. "I'm a bottom."

That's what I wanted to hear. I smiled. "Then we'll get on perfectly."

He returned my smile with a gentle blush. "Cool."

I downed my beer. I put the glass down and looked at him. He's just gorgeous. "Do you want to go?"

"Sure," he said questioningly.

"I just live around the corner, a few minute’s walk."

"Sure," he said enthusiastically.

We headed out onto the street. There were people everywhere. Drinking. Sitting. Getting in the way. All drunk, all trying to have a good time.

"So, are you single?"

"Yes," said Matthew. "You?"

"Yep, sure am." Good to hear. "You live around here?"

"Oh, not far away. Richmond."

We got to the corner and started to walk up the hill. I couldn't resist, I reached over and slid my hand up under his singlet. He had a snail trail up to his defined abs.

He moaned. "Oh, yeah."

I smiled.

"I'm really horny," he said. "Sorry."

I laughed. "Don't be sorry."

"How old are you?"

"Twenty. You?"

"Thirty."

"I've always liked older men."

We got to the next corner, I steered him around it.

"What do you do?"

"Study at uni."

"What do you study?"

"Law at Melbourne."

"Well, very impressive.

We got to my front gate, it squeaked its usual squeak.

"Here we are."

"You do just live around the corner."

"I told you that."

The key turned in the lock.

"Wow, great house."

"Thanks."

"Do you live here alone?"

"Sure."

"It's a big house for one person."

"I guess." How many times had I heard that?

I'd pre-rolled some joints and they were on still the kitchen bench.

"Smoke?"

"Sure," he said.

I handed him the joint and the lighter. He lit it and puffed a few times, drawing the smoke down into his lungs and holding there before he exhaled. He handed me the joint. I puffed and handed it back to him.

"It's nice to get stoned."

I agreed.

He handed it back to me.

He slid down the bench to a squatting position and took hold of my waist band.

"I want to see what I'm going to get."

My cock was inflating quicker than his fingers worked the buttons on my fly. I was barred up when he slid it out of my jocks. He slid his mouth down right over the entire thing.

Fuck that felt good. "Oh my god, talented boy." He continued to deep throat me until I was cross-eyed.

I picked him up by the armpits and sat him on the kitchen bench. He was really pretty, good looking, handsome. I kissed his beautiful lips, he kissed me back. He was a great kisser, passionate, enthusiastic, keen. I pulled off his singlet, he has one of those taught, tight bodies, defined and toned. I then pulled his shorts down over his thighs. Hairy legs, nice, I ran my hand over the hair on his thick thighs. I liked it a lot. His grey boxers could barely cover his thick, hard cock. I grabbed the front of his boxers and pulled them hard. They slid right off him, over his slim hips. He had pubic hair, growing from his cock up to his belly button, over his flat stomach.

"I like hair on a guy."

"Me too."

His cock was thick and hard, uncut. He sniffed some amyl. I went down on it. He groaned out loud.

"Ohhhhh yeeaaaahhh."

I sucked his beautiful cock long and hard. He tasted of precum. It slid into the back of my throat with ease.

"Fuck, yeah! Fuck, yeah!" He pushed down on the back of my head.

I stood up and rolled him over and admired his slim, sexy arse. He had a hairy crack, from his legs to the small of his back. I love that. I ran my fingers through it.

I pulled his arse cheeks apart and licked his hole.

"Ohhhh yeeaaaahhh! That feels fucken great!"

There was olive oil on the bench from my dinner, I grabbed the tin and pour it into his crack.

"Fuck!" He was a little surprised. "Wow!" I licked at his slippery hold. "Oh yeah!"

I stood up and poured more olive oil between his arse cheeks. 

I rubbed the head of my cock between his slippery butt.

He sniffed on his amyl again.

My hard cock lined up with his ring. It was now oily from his hairy crack to his balls.

He pushed back on it. My knob pushed into him.

"Oh, oh, oh! Wait!" He was shaking. I thought he was going to stop, but he sniffed hard on his amyl again.

He arched his back, until my cock was making a straight line into him. He pushed back hard, his ring gave way and slid the entire length of my thick shaft. 

"Aaaaahhhhhh!!!!!"

He pushed back in one movement until he was cunt up to my abdomen. His sexy arse was engorged on my shaft. He sniffed on his amyl again and started to fuck himself hungrily on my hard rod.

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Yes, yes, yes!"

He was a hungry bottom, that was for sure. He was fucking himself, pushing back hard on me. I could feel his ring sliding the entire length of my shaft and then back again.

I took hold of his hips and pushed hard into him.

"Yes!"

I pulled it out and then pushed hard into him once again.

"Yes! Fuck!"

I rode him hard, prone on the kitchen bench. I pushed deep inside him. "Yeeeesssss!!!!" His arse was completely open, gripping and ungripping me as I slid in and out of him. We fell into the rhythm of fucker and fuckee.

He sniffed his amyl again. "Yes, fuck me. Fuck me hard!"

His crotch was bent over the edge of the kitchen bench, holding him in place, secured, anchored. I spread his legs just a little wider and ploughed him hard. My abdomen was making slapping noises on his cheeks.

He was grunting, wild, gasping for breath, trying to pulled his cock underneath him.

His hold was tight and hot from the olive oil.

"Oh yes, fuck me! Fuck me!

I slammed him. He yelped.

"You are going to make me... ah! Oh! Aaaaahhhhh!!!"

I could feel him spasming underneath me, as he gargled for breath. With every spasm his arse gripped my cock tight. He shook. "Yeeeesssssss!!!!!!!!!!"

His cum splattered over the cupboards below in big, white globs.

I pushed my cock all the way into him and shot my load deep inside him.

I lay on top of him. We lay still for the longest time, not moving. Our breath falling into sync, in rhythm, together. Neither of us moved.

“I needed that,” said Matthew finally.

“Me too,” I said.

He rolled around in my arms until he was facing me. We kissed gently. Our soft cocks rubbed together. My chest rubbed against his hairy chest.

“You’re really nice,” said Matthew.

“You are too.”

He felt nice in my arms as we kiss.

I asked him if he wanted to stay, which isn't my normal thing, but this guy had a good energy about him, like I'd enjoy spending more time with him. I don't know what you'd call it? Compatibility? Maybe. You know when you feel that?

He left with my cum still up his arse, which is quite a talent, you have to admire.