"Julia, quit it," I murmured, elbowing her gently as we approached the velvet rope. The bass thumped through the sidewalk, pulsing with the neon lights that painted the club's facade. She just winked, her laugh echoing in the cool night air as she caught me ogling the bouncer. He was a towering giant, muscles rippling under his tight black shirt like a sculpture come to life. "You and your obsession with the 'unattainables,'" she teased, her voice a mix of good-natured ribbing and the buzz from our pre-game shots.
The line inched forward, and I couldn't help but steal glances at the bouncer's biceps flexing as he checked IDs. His name tag read "Malcolm" in bold white letters. "He's a bouncer," I said, trying to sound casual, "not exactly my type." But the way he filled out those jeans suggested he had more to offer than just a bouncer's brawn. Julia raised an eyebrow, not buying it for a second.
Fred, our loud-mouthed friend who'd already had one too many, leaned in, his breath a potent mix of vodka and bad decisions. "You know what I'd like to see?" he slurred, his eyes glinting with mischief. "That beefcake fucking someone. Bet he's got a dick to match those quads!" Julia and I exchanged horrified glances, but before we could shush him, he continued, "I mean, imagine it, huh? Plunging into some poor soul like a..."
We both slapped our hands over his mouth, Fred's laugh muffled against my palm. "Keep it down, you idiot!" I hissed, eyes darting to Malcolm. He hadn't noticed, thankfully, too busy with the line of eager partygoers. We managed to get Fred to pipe down just in time. The last thing we needed was to be kicked out before we'd even had a chance to get inside.
With a final giggle, Julia pulled away, her eyes sparkling. "You're so easy to read, Ash," she whispered. "But maybe one of these days you'll surprise me." I rolled my eyes, playing along. "Maybe," I said, the heat of my blush hidden by the strobing lights of the club's entrance. But deep down, I knew I was just playing the game. Guys like Malcolm didn't go for guys like me—or so I thought.
The line grew shorter, and soon it was my turn to show my ID. I fumbled in my pocket, my hand brushing against the warm plastic of my driver's license. Malcolm took it in one hand, his thick fingers wrapping around the small card, and I couldn't help but feel a shiver of excitement as his gaze met mine. His eyes were dark, almost black in the dim light, and his smile was surprisingly kind. "You guys here to have a good time?" he asked, his voice a smooth rumble that seemed to resonate in my chest.
Julia, ever the troublemaker, took the opportunity to give me a gentle but firm shove into Malcolm's side. My cheeks burned as I stumbled, my hands flying out to steady myself. They landed on his firm stomach, feeling the ridges of his abs through the fabric of his shirt. Oh, fuck. He was real. The air between us thickened with tension as I looked up, my heart racing. Malcolm's expression had shifted from amusement to something more serious, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the scene before him.
"Careful there," he said, his tone firm but not unkind. He gently peeled my hands away from his abs, setting me upright. "You guys are a bit tipsy already, huh?" I could see the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips, but his gaze remained stern. "You know, I can't let anyone in if they're too drunk. Gets messy."
Julia's eyes went wide, and she took a step back, her hands up in a gesture of peace. "We're fine, I promise," she said quickly. "It's just Ash, he's clumsy. No more trouble from us, I swear."
Fred chuckled, and I shot him a glare, which only made him laugh harder. "Yeah," I murmured, my voice small and shaky, "just a little accident."
Malcolm's gaze flicked between us, and he nodded, his smile returning. "Alright, then," he said, holding up a hand to stop Julia's protests. "But if I see any more shenanigans, I'll have to ask you to leave, got it?" He winked at me, and I couldn't tell if it was genuine or if he was just playing along. Either way, it was clear we'd been warned.
We paid the cover charge and headed down the stairs to the basement, the thump of the music growing louder with each step. Julia was still grinning, her eyes glinting with the thrill of the mischief she'd caused. "You're going to owe me for this," she whispered as we descended into the dimly lit stairwell.
As we reached the bottom, the lights grew brighter, revealing the packed dance floor and the glow of the neon lights. I playfully punched her arm, feigning annoyance. "You're such a pain in the ass," I shouted over the music, my words barely audible. She just laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Fred stumbled down the stairs behind us, his laugh echoing off the walls.
"Looks like you've got your work cut out for you," he shouted to Malcolm, who was now scanning the room with the same watchful gaze he'd had outside. The bouncer's smile was wide and easy, the kind that made you feel like you'd known him forever, even if you'd only just met. He gave me a nod, his eyes lingering for just a second too long, and I felt my stomach flip.
The night went on, the music pulsing through our veins, the alcohol making us all a bit bolder. We danced, we flirted, we laughed until our sides hurt. Julia had moved on to playing matchmaker, pointing out cute guys and whispering, "He's totally checking you out," with a mischievous glint in her eye. I'd roll mine back at her, sipping my drink and trying to play it cool. The lights danced over her as she moved, her blonde hair a halo of energy around her. She had a way of drawing people in, making them feel seen and appreciated. It was one of the many reasons I loved her.
As the hours ticked by, the club grew more crowded, the air thick with sweat and perfume. I'd lost track of how many drinks I'd had, but the buzz was just right—enough to let go of my inhibitions without losing control. I found myself in a conversation with a cute guy who'd been eyeing me from across the dance floor, his hands roaming my body as we talked. His touch was electric, and for a moment, I allowed myself to get lost in the music and the promise of a fleeting connection. But every time I looked up, I'd catch a glimpse of Malcolm's bulk moving through the crowd, and my stomach would do a little flip.
Julia had paired up with a tall, lanky guy who was obviously into her, and they were making out against the wall, her hand snaking down his pants. I couldn't help but smile, watching her live her best life. The rest of our group was scattered, some dancing, some chatting, all caught in the throes of the party.
As the night grew later, Julia and I had eventually found back to the rest of our group, our laughs mingling with the pulsing bass of the music. The drinks were flowing, and the dance floor was a blur of bodies moving in sync with the rhythm. We'd made a little game of pointing out who we thought would make good matches for each other, our tipsy giggles only growing louder as the night progressed.
Julia leaned into me, her breath hot against my ear as she shouted over the music, "Look who's here, the legendary Dan!" She rolled her eyes dramatically, and my heart skipped a beat. There he was, in all his cocky glory, strutting through the crowd with the same confidence that had once drawn me in. His biceps bulged under his tight t-shirt, his shorts revealing the muscular thighs that I'd once found so irresistible.
I took a swig of my drink, trying to ignore the twinge of regret that surfaced at the mention of his name. "What's he doing here?" I asked, not bothering to hide the annoyance in my voice. Julia just shrugged, her eyes glinting with a hint of mischief. "Probably looking for his next victim," she quipped.
The music washed over us as we stood there, staring at the ghost of my romantic past. Dan had always had that certain something—a swagger, an allure that had drawn me to him like a moth to a flame. His abs had been the first thing I'd noticed about him, sculpted and defined even under his streetwear.
Julia leaned in closer, her voice a conspiratorial whisper. "Why'd you even go out with him?" I could feel her breath tickling my neck as she spoke, and it took everything in me not to laugh. "He's hot," I shouted back, gesturing to the crowd. "But that's all he had going for him."
Fred, who'd been watching the exchange with a knowing smirk, leaned in and yelled, "You should totally go for it again!" Julia whipped her head around to glare at him. "Don't encourage him!" she shouted. "He's a waste of space!" But there was something in her tone that suggested she knew I might not completely disagree.
I took another gulp of my drink, trying to push the thought away, when suddenly, he caught my gaze. Dan's eyes locked onto mine, a knowing smirk spreading across his face as he made his way through the crowd. My heart pounded in my chest, and I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks. "Oh shit," I muttered under my breath, "He's coming over here." Julia's grip on my arm tightened, her eyes narrowing. "What the fuck does he want?" she growled, low enough that only I could hear.
Fred's smirk grew wider as he watched the scene unfold. "Looks like you've got your chance to see if he's still got it," he shouted over the music, nudging me with his elbow. I shot him a glare, but the alcohol had loosened my inhibitions, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement. Julia's grip on my arm loosened, and she leaned in, her voice a mix of warning and amusement. "Just remember, he's a dick," she whispered, her breath tickling my ear. "But if you want to have a little fun, I won't judge." With that, she playfully shoved me towards Dan and disappeared into the sea of dancers.
Dan reached me, and for a moment, the music seemed to fade into the background. "Hey, stranger," he said, his voice smooth as silk. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my neck, and my body responded before my brain could catch up. "You've been staring," he whispered, his hand coming to rest on my shoulder. "Miss me?"
I tried to play it cool, rolling my eyes and taking a step back. "Please," I said, my voice shakier than I'd liked, "You're the last person I want to see here." But my heart was racing, and my resolve was crumbling. He was so close, his cologne mingling with the scent of sweat and booze in the air. I couldn't deny the attraction that still lingered, despite the history between us.
"Come on, Ash," he murmured, his hand sliding down to my waist. "Let's go talk somewhere private." His eyes held a challenge, and something in me snapped. Before I knew it, I was nodding, allowing him to lead me through the throng of bodies, past the bathroom line and into a stall. The door swung shut behind us, and suddenly we were alone in the dim, steamy room.
The air was thick with tension, and I could feel the heat radiating off of him. He pushed me against the cold tile wall, his hands roaming my body with a familiarity that sent shivers down my spine. "You always did like it a little rough," he murmured, his teeth grazing my ear. My breath hitched, and I felt myself lean into him, my hands finding his abs—still as rock-hard as I remembered.
His hand moved to the waistband of my pants, and I gasped, pushing him away. "What the hell are you doing?" I hissed. But he just grinned, his eyes dark with lust.
"Tell me you don't want this and I stop," Dan whispered, his voice thick with desire, as he leaned in closer. The bathroom was a cacophony of sounds: the muffled bass of the music, the occasional splatter of urine hitting water, the faint murmur of other guys talking as they took care of their business at the urinals. The air was thick with the scent of disinfectant trying in vain to mask the musk of sweat and lust.
But all of that faded into the background as I stared at the beast of a man before me. The fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across his sculpted features, making his jawline appear more chiseled, his eyes darker, more intense. He smelled faintly of sweat, of the club, of pure masculine energy, and it was doing things to me that I hadn't anticipated. I bit my bottom lip, feeling the heat between my legs, and my heart raced.
Without a word, I dropped to my knees, my knees hitting the sticky tile floor with a smack. Dan's smug smile grew wider as I reached for his zipper, pulling it down slowly. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, just like I remembered.
I took a moment to appreciate the power I held in my hands, his hardened length pulsing with each beat of his heart. I made sure to tease him, tracing the veins with my tongue and kissing the tip before taking him fully into my mouth. Dan's eyes rolled back, his grip tightening on the stall door as I worked my magic. His breaths grew heavier, his words more gruff as he whispered his desires, his filth. I knew he loved it when I played the submissive, and I was going to give him a show to remember.
I took my time, savoring the feel of his cock on my tongue, the taste of his arousal, the way he grew in my mouth. Every movement was deliberate, every moan I let escape me calculated to drive him closer to the edge. His whispers grew more urgent, his hands found their way into my hair, guiding me, but I resisted the urge to go faster, to give in to his demands. This was my performance, my way of saying goodbye with a taste of what he'd lost.
As I bobbed my head, his hips began to thrust gently, pushing himself deeper into my mouth. The sound of his zipper bouncing against the stall echoed in the small space, melding with the muffled thump of the music outside. His words grew more explicit, his voice a mix of pleasure and urgency. "That's it, baby," he murmured, his eyes locked on mine, watching me with a hunger that made my own desire spike. "Take it all."
The music grew louder, the bass pounding in time with my heart as I sucked him deeper, my cheeks hollowing out with each bob of my head. His whispers grew to a low moan, and I felt his thighs tense against my shoulders. The sound of his pleasure was intoxicating, a siren's song that made my own body respond. I could feel the beginnings of his release, the tension coiling in his muscles as he leaned against the wall for support.
And just as he was about to come, the door to the stall swung open, and we froze. Standing there, framed by the harsh bathroom light, was figure. I couldn't make out his features at first, but as my eyes adjusted, I realized it was Malcolm, the bouncer. He wasn't smiling anymore. In fact, he looked a bit annoyed.
"What the fuck?" Dan's voice was a hiss, his hands fiesta on his unbuckling belt, shoving himself back into his pants with a desperate urgency. His eyes darted between Malcolm and me, his expression a mix of shock and embarrassment. Without another word, he spun on his heel and darted out of the stall, disappearing into the sea of people beyond the bathroom door.
The sound of the door closing behind him seemed to echo in the suddenly small space, leaving just me and the giant bouncer in a tense silence. I slowly rose to my feet, my legs wobbly from the combination of booze and the rush of adrenaline. I could feel the cold sweat beading on my forehead, my heart hammering against my ribs. The fluorescent lights flickered, casting an eerie glow across Malcolm's muscular frame. He was even more imposing now, a wall of muscle and authority blocking the exit.
The sound of the stall lock clicking into place echoed in the sudden silence, and I slowly stood, my knees wobbly from the combination of the floor and the shock of what had just happened. I couldn't believe it. Of all things, Malcolm had to be the one to catch us. The bouncer's expression was a storm cloud of amusement and authority. He towered over me, and even though I was a full head taller than most guys, I felt like a small, naughty puppy caught chewing on a shoe.
"Well, well," he said, his deep voice rumbling through the tiny room, "looks like you two were having a little fun."
I could feel my face burning with embarrassment as I tucked my shirt back in, trying to ignore the way his eyes raked over me. Malcolm's gaze was firm, but there was something else there—a hint of amusement that made me feel like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar. "I'm sorry," I stammered, "we didn't mean to—"
He held up a hand to stop me, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Save it for someone who doesn't know better," he said, his voice firm but not unkind. "This is a club, not a brothel. You can't just go around fucking in the bathroom."
The way he said "fucking" made it sound almost... clinical, as if he'd seen it all before. And probably he had. I nodded, feeling the weight of his authority press down on me, a strange thrill mingling with my mortification. "I know," I murmured, "It won't happen again."
"I should hope not," he said, his eyes flicking over me, lingering for just a second too long on my mouth. I licked my lips, tasting the faint saltiness of Dan on them, and Malcolm's gaze darkened. It was as if he knew exactly what I'd been doing, and the thought made me shiver.
I took a step closer to him, my eyes dropping to the bulge in his pants. He was hard. And why wouldn't he be? He'd just caught his me in a very compromising position. I knew I shouldn't be looking, but I couldn't help it. His body was a sculpture of pure power and masculinity, the kind that made me weak in the knees. His muscles bulged beneath the tight bouncer's shirt, the fabric straining to contain his massive chest and arms. His stomach was a washboard of abs, each one defined and tempting. And below the waist, the bulge grew as I stared, as if daring me to touch it.
Malcolm's expression was unreadable, his eyes boring into me like twin drills. He was so close I could feel the heat coming off his body, and my heart was racing in a way that had nothing to do with fear. His scent, a mix of sweat and something uniquely him, filled the space between us. My eyes drifted down to the bulge in his pants, and I couldn't help but lick my lips. The room felt like it was spinning, but my gaze remained glued to him.
"Eyes up," he barked, and I jerked my head up, blushing furiously. "I should throw you out of here and ban you for good," he said, his voice low and gruff. "But..." He paused, his gaze flickering over my flushed face, my trembling hands, my tight shirt that clung to my body with sweat. "I saw you at the door tonight, and you looked..." He trailed off, and for a moment, I thought I saw something in his eyes. "Cute."
I swallowed hard, my heart racing. But his words, "you looked cute," echoed in my head, giving me the courage to make a bold move. "How about I thank you properly for earlier?" I purred, stepping closer to him, my hand reaching out to trace the outline of his bulging bicep.
Malcolm's eyes narrowed, his smirk growing. "I thought I just told you that kind of thing isn't allowed in here," he said, his voice a low rumble.
"But what if it's a private thank you?" I suggested, my voice breathy and hopeful. I reached out, placing a hand on his thick bicep. The muscle twitched beneath my touch, and I felt a thrill of power.
"You're playing a dangerous game, little one," he said, his eyes sparkling with mirth. But the challenge in his tone only made me more determined. "You should know, though, I can't let you just... give me a blowjob like that. It's against the rules."
"It's not against the rules to accept a gift, is it?" I said, my voice a playful purr. Malcolm's smirk grew into a full-blown grin, his white teeth flashing in the harsh bathroom light. He stepped closer to me, his massive body trapping me against the wall. "If you're going to make this worth my while," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper, "it'll have to be the best five minutes of your life."
With a flick of his wrist, he locked the stall door, the sound echoing in the small space. My heart was racing as I took in his challenge, my hand still on his bicep. I knew what he was implying, and I was more than happy to oblige. I dropped to my knees again, my hands movement purposeful and slow, as if I was unwrapping the most precious gift. I reached for the button of his pants, taking my time to unbuckle the belt, each click of the metal sending a thrill through me.
I could see the outline of his cock, thick and eager, through the fabric of his briefs. I kissed the tip through the barrier, feeling him twitch against my lips. The fabric was damp with pre-cum, and the scent of his arousal filled the stall, making my mouth water. Malcolm's breathing grew heavier, but he remained silent, his eyes never leaving mine. I took my time, savoring the moment, the anticipation building as I hooked my fingers into the waistband and began to pull.
The briefs slid down, revealing his massive cock, the size of which was even more impressive than I'd imagined. It was thick and veiny, just how I liked it. I took a moment to appreciate the sheer size of him before taking him into my mouth, my eyes never leaving his. He was so much bigger than Dan, and the contrast was exhilarating. Malcolm's cock filled my mouth completely, and I had to adjust my grip to keep from gagging.
But I was determined to show him what I could do. I took my time, licking and sucking with an enthusiasm that was fueled by the power I felt in the moment. His cock was a marvel, a testament to his strength and virility. As I worked him over, I couldn't help but feel a thrill at the size difference between us—his massive body towering over me, his cock so much larger than what I was used to.
I could feel his thighs tense as I took him deeper, his hand coming to rest gently on the back of my head, guiding but not pushing. His eyes never left mine, and I knew that despite his gruff exterior, he was enjoying this as much as I was. The air in the stall was thick with tension and lust, and the music outside felt like it was pumping through my very veins.
I knew I had to be quick—five minutes was all I had to make him cum. I picked up the pace, my mouth moving faster, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock. I could feel him getting closer, his breaths coming in short, sharp bursts. The sound of his zipper, the rustle of his pants, the smell of sex and sweat, it all mixed into a heady cocktail that had me intoxicated.
I didn't care if we got caught. In that moment, all that mattered was the feeling of his cock in my mouth, the taste of him, the power I held in my hands. The club outside the stall door was a blur of noise and light, but in here, it was just us—me on my knees, worshiping his massive body, and him, letting me.
Malcolm's hand tightened on my head, his hips beginning to thrust gently. I knew he was close, so I redoubled my efforts, my tongue flicking against the sensitive spot under the head of his cock. His eyes squeezed shut, and a low moan rumbled through his chest, reverberating through my body. "Fuck," he grunted, and I felt a jolt of triumph. I'd done it—I'd gotten the stoic bouncer to lose control.
The orgasm washed over him, his cock pulsing in my mouth as he came, his semen hot and bitter. I swallowed it all, eager for every drop, my eyes never leaving his. And when he was finished, when his breathing had returned to something resembling normal, he leaned down, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. "You're a natural," he said, while forcing me to look up at him.
I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face, the thrill of his words sending a shiver down my spine. "Thank you," I whispered, my voice hoarse from the exertion. Malcolm leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. "Now get out of here before someone sees us."
I nodded, standing up on shaky legs and fixing my shirt. He pulled up his briefs and pants, his cock already shrinking but still leaving a noticeable bulge. He unlocked the door, and I stepped out, feeling a mix of excitement and relief. Julia was waiting outside, her eyes wide with shock. "What the hell did you do in there?" she hissed.
"I'll tell you later," I said, my voice still hoarse. "But let's just say I made a new friend."
The rest of the night was a blur, a mix of dancing and flirting, with Julia throwing me knowing looks every time she saw Malcolm across the crowded floor. The encounter had left me feeling alive, like I'd conquered something.
The night grew later, and the club grew more crowded, the music more intense. Julia and I eventually stumbled out into the cool night air, our ears ringing and our bodies aching from dancing. As we waited for the Uber, I couldn't help but glance back at the club, at the door where Malcolm was standing, watching the crowd.
Our eyes met, and for a moment, it was just us. Then he winked, gesturing towards my pocket. I reached in, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper, and my heart skipped a beat. On it was a name, "Malcolm," and a phone number, written in a strong, confident hand. I stared at it, unable to believe what had just happened. Malcolm leaned against the wall of the stall, his grin widening as he motioned for me to call him.
