We could have gone on playing for hours but after a couple more songs, we had to wrap up the gig.
“Ok, guys,” Rob began, addressing the crowd, “this is the last song that you requested. Thank you so much for being here. We’ve had the best time, and we hope you’ve enjoyed yourselves as much as we have.”
We played a U2 cover that everyone sang along to, giving us goosebumps, and then, we went into the pit to meet our growing fan base and engage with them. Everyone was super excited to talk to us and for a long moment, we were surrounded by fans, which of course, was a real buzz. We signed a few autographs, shook hands with the boys, hugged the girls and took pictures with them.
Being the singer and frontman, Rob was, as always, getting the most female attention. He was literally surrounded by a bunch of giggling girls who wanted to touch him, hug him and even kiss him. He’d always seem to enjoy it but for the first time, I really focused all my attention on how he interacted with them. He was nothing but sweet, polite and attentive but unlike Jordan and Damon who were single and looked pretty determined to make the most of their evening, Rob wasn’t flirtatious. He was being nice and respectful but he clearly wasn’t trying to get anything out of it.
Jordan had been the first to notice. Over the past couple of months, he’d joked about it several times, claiming, again, in his words, that Rob was “more into dick than pussy.” We’d always laughed it off, and he hadn’t really said anything serious in front of Rob.
After spending a long moment with the fans, I went back up onto the stage to unplug our instruments. Soon after, the music started again, and the pit turned back into a dancefloor.
For a few seconds, I scanned the crowd for Rob. When I spotted him, he was talking to a guy, and the way they leaned toward each other, laughing and touching lightly, made it obvious they were interested in one another. It was the first time I’d really seen Rob flirt with a guy, and it threw me off a little. I’m sure it had happened before, but until now, I hadn’t noticed. The guy’s hand rested on Rob’s lower back, and he was leaning close, speaking into his ear in a way that was casual but clearly intimate. Rob knew him, that much was obvious. I didn’t. Their gestures were subtle, but now there was no doubt in my mind: Rob was gay, and he had a connection with this guy.
Watching them, a wave of emotion hit me, completely throwing me off balance. I didn’t want him getting close to anyone else in that club. All I could think about was going back to his place and picking up where we’d left off, and I fucking hoped he wanted the same.
I wasn't sure how to make that happen though. I was supposed to take Rachel home and stay over at her place and I knew that if I did that, I’d have to have sex with her. For the first time, I wasn't looking forward to it. All I could think about was how to find an excuse, any excuse to go home with Rob instead of her, but at the same time, I felt really bad for wanting to do this. I couldn't help thinking that it was a pretty shitty thing to do to her and I seriously wondered what I was getting myself into.
I was about to join Rob on the dancefloor when I heard Dylan call my name.
"Mark," he said as I was zipping up my guitar case. "You’re not gonna believe this. I was just at the bar, and someone working from BMG started chatting to me!"
I shot to my feet, instantly grasping what that meant. "For real?" I asked, stunned.
“Yeah,” he said, barely containing himself. “He wants to talk to us backstage.” His hands went behind his neck, his face breaking into a huge grin.
"Holy fuck, man !” I said, grabbing his arm, obviously thrilled. “This is actually happening!"
"It is, isn’t it ?" he exclaimed, still smiling broadly.
"Where is he now? What’d he say to you exactly ?" I asked him, talking a lot faster than usual.
"He’s still at the bar," he replied as he spun around and looked across the dancefloor.
"What do we do?" I asked, suddenly nervous.
"I dunno,” he responded, anxiety in his voice, “but we’ve gotta stay cool. Come with me, I’ll introduce you!"
We made our way to the bar and he introduced himself to me.
"Hello, Scott Darcy, I'm part of the A&R team at BMG," he said as he extended his hand.
"Mark, Mark Emery," I replied, shaking it.
"That was a great performance you’ve just delivered!" he said. "Would you two mind getting your bandmates, so we can have a chat backstage?"
"Yeah, of course," I said.
The others were still on the dancefloor, surrounded by admirers. When we told them someone from a record label wanted to talk, they reacted just as excitedly as we had. Moments later, we were all squeezed into our dressing room as Scott reintroduced himself and shook hands with Rob, Jordan, Dylan, and Damon.
“Did you come here specifically to hear us play?” Damon asked.
“Sort of,” he replied with a nod. “I’m in Dublin for a few days. I’d heard about this new Irish band that’s creating a buzz online, and I was curious. Glad I did,” he smiled. “You boys owned the stage. Were those your songs ? Did you write them yourselves ?”
“Yeah, we did,” Jordan said proudly.
"Well, I gotta admit, I’m quite impressed with the quality of your playing. How old are you ?" he asked all of us.
"We’re all eighteen," Dylan answered.
He just nodded, studying us for a moment.
"Damn!” he exclaimed loudly, “I fucking love when this happens! And you," he said intensely, pointing his finger toward Rob, "you have something that I haven’t seen in a young artist in a while. There’s something about you that draws people’s attention. You’re very charismatic, you’ve got star quality, and a really solid voice and stage presence. Seriously, young man, it’s impressive.”
We all glanced at Rob, eyebrows raised. I could tell he was genuinely pleased. That had to be one of the nicest compliments he’d ever received about his singing and performing.
“That’s a huge advantage for you. You need someone like that in a band. And from what I’ve seen, you’re all doing really well with your instruments. For your age, I was completely blown away by your performance, no mistakes, so much energy, passion, and professionalism…”
"Thanks," we managed, still a bit breathless.
"You seem to have attracted quite a fan base already. I mean, you've sold out a venue tonight and the media don’t even know who you are yet."
We exchanged glances. Yeah, we had, and honestly, we could barely believe it ourselves.
“I’m genuinely intrigued by the five of you,” he said, still studying us intently, “and I want to see where you can go from here.”
He leaned back slightly in his chair, looking around at all of us. “Honestly, I can see you guys going places. You’ve got talent, energy, and a stage presence that’s hard to ignore. I’d like to explore this further, maybe set up a proper meeting with some of the team in London or Dublin next week.”
Jordan’s jaw practically dropped. “Wait… you mean… like, a record deal?”
Scott chuckled. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, but yeah, that’s the general idea. We like what we see, and we want to see more. That’s all for now, think of it as the first step.”
While the others buzzed with excitement, I found my gaze drifting back to Rob. He was smiling, clearly glowing from the praise, and there was a part of me that couldn’t look away.
"What do you boys expect from this band you’ve formed? What motivates you?"
We looked at each other. Damon spoke first.
"We just want to have fun, play music together, we just love it. I mean, we’d love to take it further but right now, we just enjoy playing together whenever we can. Tonight was actually the first time we performed somewhere people had to pay to see us. We’ve only played in pubs before."
Rob added,
"Yeah, tonight, we thought it'd only be people coming to the club, to like dance, but as it turned out they were coming for us, " he said, amazed.
"They were!" he confirmed with a nod. "How long've you been playing together?"
Damon continued,
"We live on the same street, we go to the same school, we’ve been friends forever. We started playing when we were…," he glanced at us, "thirteen, fourteen?"
We all nodded. That sounded about right.
“That’s astonishing! That you’ve gotten this far already. Who writes the songs?"
All eyes turned to me.
"You?" he asked.
I chuckled,
"Well, I don’t do it all by myself … but yeah, I guess I write most of the melodies."
"That song you played near the end, "Politik", was it?" he asked. "It’s an amazing tune, from start to finish. Absolutely brilliant! That should be released as a single, if you want my opinion. Did you write that song too?" he asked me.
"He did," Jordan answered for me, punching my arm. "he pretty much writes all the songs. We just try to keep up with him."
"Astonishing!" he repeated. "I can recognize talent when I see it and you all have a lot of it. You’re gonna go far," he stated with confidence. "A great song writer, a great front man, great musicians, a growing fan base… you’ve got everything. You’ve got everything you need to sign a record deal."
We all looked at each other, completely thrilled.
"So does this mean you’ll sign us ?" Jordan asked, with the biggest grin on his face.
Rob and I were sitting next to each other. He leaned toward and whispered, "Have I been living in some kind of parallel universe since yesterday where all my dreams come true?"
I laughed and nudged him playfully with my shoulder, shaking my head. “No,” I said, smiling, “it’s real. All of it.”
He grinned back at me and shook his head in disbelief. In that moment, with the possibility of a record deal in the air and Rob’s presence next to me, it felt like everything we’d worked for, and everything I wanted, was finally within reach.
Scott laughed. “Slow down, kid. But yes, I’m seriously considering it, there’s a very real possibility here. You boys have something special. So… if we wanted to take this further,” Scott continued, “we’d need to set up some proper sessions, maybe a showcase for the team in London or Dublin. But honestly, you’ve got everything I look for in a band. Energy, talent, stage presence, originality… it’s all here.”
He then asked us a bunch of music-related questions, what type of music we were into, how many songs we’d written, how many gigs we’d played. We were enthusiastic, and he clearly enjoyed listening. If anyone started talking about music, it was almost impossible to stop us. The atmosphere was relaxed, and we chatted for a long time.
Then he clasped his hands together and straightened in his chair.
“Alright, lads, time to get serious. You need to understand - no matter how talented a band is, we don’t invest hundreds of thousands of pounds after seeing them live just once. I, and the people who might consider backing you, need to know you better.
We need demos of your songs. We need to see if your music is strong enough to reach the right audience. We need to understand what drives you, how hungry you are, and how well you work together. A band that falls apart after a few months, or starts thinking it’s bigger than it is, is a bad investment. You need to commit one hundred percent. This industry isn’t just about having fun, you have to work harder than you ever imagined. Stop, and someone else takes your place.
Do you understand? Are you ready for it? Are you willing to give up a normal adolescence, college, a regular life, to make this band work? Because if you do make it, your lives could change completely, and fast.”
We exchanged glances. The reality he painted was harsh, but it didn’t scare us. If anything, it made the possibility feel more real. I knew I was ready, I believed in us.
“I’m even more ready than I was before I stepped into this room,” Dylan said, nodding firmly. The rest of us agreed without hesitation.
Scott’s smile widened. “Alright then! Here’s my card.” He handed it to Rob.
“Can I have a number where I can reach you?” he asked.
“Sure,” Rob said, giving him his phone.
“Perfect. I’ll call so we can meet again. We have an office here in Dublin. Make demos of your songs. I want to hear everything.”
He stood. “If there aren’t any questions, I’ll let you get back to the dancefloor.”
We thanked him as he left, and the instant the door closed, the room fell silent.
Dylan was the first to break it. “This guy really wants to sign us,” he said, laughing in disbelief. “I didn’t know what to expect, but… that was beyond anything I imagined.”
“I know! Fucking hell, this is huge, isn’t it?” Rob said, practically bouncing. “I mean, this is it! If we record the songs and keep performing live like tonight, they’re going to sign us. Did you hear him? He wouldn’t have said all that if he didn’t want to do something with us.”
“We’re going to be famous!” Jordan shouted, and we all laughed and cheered, caught up in the thrill of it.
When we went back to the dancefloor, Rachel grabbed my arm as soon as she saw me. I was about to tell her about our conversation backstage but she spoke before I could. She was cheerful, clearly a bit buzzed.
“Hon,” she said to me, almost laughing, “Lizzie’s completely wasted. I’ve never seen her like this. She puked all over the loo.”
“Lizzie?” I asked, surprised. She was Rachel’s best friend and she was a pretty well-behaved girl.
“Yes,” she nodded, her blue eyes twinkling with amusement.
“Shut up!”
“I don’t know what to do.”
“Shit,” I said with a laugh, finding this pretty funny.
“She’s feeling better now that she's puked, but I can't let her go home like this. Her mum’s gonna freak if she sees that she’s been drinking.”
Just then, Jordan came up behind her, draping his arms around her shoulders. “Can you believe this? We’re gonna be famous!” he shouted into her ear.
“What?” she exclaimed, turning her head to look at him. “You are?”
I cut in quickly, “I haven’t told her yet,” and then turned back to Rachel. “We’ve talked to a guy who works at BMG.”
Her mouth fell open. Then she broke into a huge smile, looking from me to Jordan and back again.
“Oh my god! OH MY GOD!” she screamed, and literally jumped into my arms. She was so happy she almost had tears in her eyes, and her excitement was contagious.
She literally jumped into my arms. She was so happy, she almost had tears in her eyes and her cheerfulness was infectious.
“You guys are serious?” she asked again, grinning wildly.
“Pretty brilliant, isn’t it?” I said, hugging her back. “But who knows what’s going to happen.”
"You know what's gonna happen! You're gonna get signed, how could you not?" she said and kissed my cheek.
I was about to respond but a friend of hers appeared and interrupted us.
“Oh shit, Lizzie!” Rachel said. “How’s she doing?” she asked her friend.
“I think we should go,” she answered, “and take her home.”
“We can’t do that. Her mum can’t know she’s been drinking.”
They continued talking about what to do about Lizzie and I very much liked where the conversation was going. They decided that they’d all sleep over at Rachel’s house … which meant that I couldn’t.
“We can see each other tomorrow, right?” she asked, feeling bad for dumping me on such an eventful night. She probably thought I wanted to end the night with sex… and I did…
I tried not to let it show but I was thrilled. It meant that Rob and I could be alone, I hoped so anyway.
I stayed with Rachel and her friends until she left the club.
"Are you sure you'll be alright?" I insisted.
"Yes, don't worry. We can't wait until you guys are ready to leave. We'll be fine. I just hope she doesn't puke again on the bus," she said with a laugh.
"Alright, text me when you get home," I insisted.
"Sure, I'll see you tomorrow," she said and gave me a quick kiss before leaving.
Then, I joined Rob, Damon and Dylan who were already tidying up.
As I climbed onto the stage, Damon looked at his drum kit and passed his hands over his face. "I can’t believe we have to take everything back tonight."
I shrugged,
"Do we? The owner didn't seem to mind if we came back tomorrow."
"Yeah? D'you reckon?" he asked, hopeful.
I nodded and then asked,
"Where's Jordan?"
"Useless. He’s snogging a girl," Damon informed us.
Rob laughed and leaned closer to me,
“Yeah, he wanted me to do that with him and her apparently, very hot friend.”
“And you said no?” I whispered jokingly, so Damon and Dylan wouldn't hear.
He chuckled and I couldn’t resist asking, my voice dropping a little, “Who’s the bloke who keeps following you around?”
“Nobody," he he said, casually.
"Did you have plans with him?” I asked.
He looked at the dancefloor, as if he was looking to see if he was still here.
“I did,” he admitted, “I don’t anymore,” he added immediately.
I smiled at him, “Lizzie got shitfaced. She’s gonna stay at Rachel’s.”
He raised his eyebrows inquisitively, «So, does that mean that you aren't?
I just smiled mischievously. He grinned back, clearly thinking about all the possibilities that idea opened up.
“Fuck,” he huffed. “there's no way I'm gonna tidy this shit up now. Let's just go."
I couldn't agree more. Just the thought of spending the whole night with him made my heart skip a beat. I still couldn't think of the consequences. I knew I was behaving like a complete asshole by cheating on Rachel, but for some reason, the fact that I wasn't cheating on her with another girl made it less bad, as if it didn’t matter as much. It did… but I didn't want to admit it to myself.
“Fuck it,” he huffed. “Where's Connor." He asked me. "I'll tell him we'll meet him back here tomorrow to get the gear into his van."
"Must be at the bar," I answered. "I'll tell Dylan. We'll sort a time to get in with the venue."
He nodded and we looked at each other intensely. He smiled and brushed his hand against mine. Then he gave me a friendly hug that only lasted a couple of seconds.
"I can't fucking wait to be alone with you," he whispered before walking away to find Connor, who was Dylan's brother.
Once everything was arranged, Damon insisted on driving all of us home, which didn’t happen for another hour. The ride was fast and uneventful, we just talked about the gig, cracked a few bad jokes, and let the adrenaline slowly fade.
When we finally arrived at Rob's place, it was after 4am. We knew his parents were away for the weekend in Cork, which made the house feel quiet and empty - perfect for us.
Before we even reached his bedroom, he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward him, taking me to the bathroom. Once inside, he gently closed the door and we looked at each other, realizing we were now alone together and we could do whatever we wanted. Although one of us had to make the first move. I knew he probably would have liked it to be me but as much as I wanted to have sex with him again, I wasn't quite bold enough to go for it or tell him straightforwardly.
He gripped my sweat-shirt, and again, pulled me closer to him. When my face was an inch away from his, he whispered,
"Is it ok if I kiss you now?"
I didn't say anything but I must have nodded as I stared into his eyes. He clutched my sweatshirt a bit tighter. For a couple of seconds, I felt his breath on my lips. He licked and bit his lower lip.
Fuck," I breathed before he pressed his lips against mine and his tongue went right inside my mouth.
The intensity was still very much there. It felt even stronger - because this time, I wanted him just as bad as he wanted me. Before I knew it, we were making out and there was no stopping us. Kissing him was just as exhilarating as earlier in the day, if not more.
I ran my hand roughly through his hair and drew him close to me. He did the same and we began to spin a little as we kissed, moaning a little with each breath.
He unzipped my sweat-shirt and we stopped kissing to take all of our clothes off.
Then we stepped into the shower. He turned the water on and then his lips slammed against mine again. He rubbed the back of my neck as he kissed me. We didn't speak as he ran his hands along my bare body.
I explored him too; his chest, his arms, his dick, which was as hard as it could be.
Not breaking our lip lock, he reached for the shower gel that was on a built-in shelf. He poured some onto his hand and soaped up my body. I watched the water dripping down his smooth shoulders and when I looked down I could see the water running off of his cock.
I soaped him up as well, running one of my hands up his back while the other one rubbed his tight chest.
He looked down at our cocks, hard as rocks, then looked up at me with a sly grin before he rubbed them together, took them both in one hand and started jerking us off. I swear, I was so tuned on by what was happening that I could have cum just from doing that.
He kissed me again, his hand still massaging our hard-ons.
"Careful, you're gonna make me cum," I told him, breaking the silence.
He smiled and told me to turn around so that he could soap up my back. I did as requested and soon felt him massaging the soap into my shoulders. It didn't last long. He quickly moved lower until his hands were at the small of my back.
I felt his lips start kissing my shoulders and I closed my eyes to fully enjoy the feeling. His hands went lower, until they were soaping up my ass. I couldn't believe how much I loved the feeling of his hands rubbing my smooth, ass cheeks, something no girl had ever done.
Combined with the feeling of his lips descending further down my spine, I was overwhelmed with lust. He was soon kissing the small of my back, grabbing the back of my thighs. I looked down to see my own cock staring back at me. I was so fucking horny. I wanted to start stroking myself again, but felt momentarily paralyzed by the pleasure.
I felt his lips kissing my bottom, and then felt his hands slowly separating my cheeks. He was going for my ass again and I didn't want to stop him.
I felt a finger rub up against my smooth hole, but it was soon replaced with his tongue. I immediately sighed and slumped forward, holding myself up against the wall as he began probing my ass with his tongue.
He obviously loved doing this and I thought that I would soon have to try doing the same to him. I fucking wanted to.
I felt his tongue wiping around my anus, then slowly pushing itself inside. I thought I could hear moaning, and told myself to stay quiet. Once he had gotten his tongue in he started wiggling it from side to side and I pushed back from the wall, hoping to get him to push it further inside. The pleasure was intense and I had to reach down with one hand and start pulling on my dick and I felt him grasp my balls in his hand and he started rolling them around.
"Oh fuck, Rob," I moaned as he started slightly tugging on my balls.
His tongue left my hole and traveled up the crack of my ass back to the small of my back. I didn't want him to stop but was also eager to see what might be next.
His hand moved to my dick and he continued kissing my back, slowly standing up until he was kissing my neck and biting my earlobe.
"Do you like that?" he whispered.
"Yes," I panted, as he stroked my cock.
"Good," he said and brought one of his hand down to massage my butt cheeks.
"You have the best ass," he said sensually. "I'm gonna want to eat you out all the time."
I turned my head around and said, "Fuck, I might wanna do the same to you!"
He looked mildly surprised but soon grinned at me as he wrapped both his arms around me and then roamed his hands over my pecs.
"Fuck, you're driving me crazy!" he said. "Do you want to go to bed now and do that some more?"
I nodded and we hurried out of the shower and dried off our bodies before going into his room.
He plopped on the bed and I watched his naked body and his cock smack his tight skin as he exclaimed,
"I think tonight might just be the best night of my life!"
"Really? I thought yesterday was," I joked.
"It was pretty great too," he answered.
I crawled on top of him and I could feel how much he loved the fact that I wanted us to have sex just as bad as he did. We gazed into each other's eyes. He placed his hand on the sides of my face and his expression got more serious as he pulled me into him to kiss me again.
"This must be too good to be true," he said.
"It’s not, it's really not," I whispered and continued kissing him. I loved the gentle pressure of his lips on mine. He kissed me with a hunger and intensity that I had never experienced with anyone else, and all I could think about was that I wanted more. I could feel my whole body respond to him. He kept unlocking urges I didn't even know I had.
He held me tight and rubbed his body against mine. Our hands began roaming all over and I buried my face in the crook of his neck, smelling him, discovering how much his scent was turning me on.
Then I my lips began kissing his shoulders as I caressed his chest and pinched his nipples between my fingers.
For a second, I watched him. He looked gorgeous and I found myself wondering why I fancied him so much. I couldn't stop watching his strong chest and arms, his abs and I wanted him bad. I couldn’t believe how much my feelings for him had grown in such a short amount of time. But I couldn’t fight it.
I didn’t know what part of his body to go for so I just pushed my face in his chest and licked, kissed and nibbled at everything my lips came in contact with. I sucked on his nipples and my tongue traveled all around his six-pack, loving how hard it felt.
His cock was leaking like a faucet so I wrapped my lips around his shaft and licked greedily all the precum that was easing out. I soaked his pole with my saliva before engulfing it in my mouth.
As I listened to his moans, my own cock was throbbing and I jerked myself, getting hornier and hornier as I kept sucking him up and down for a moment.
Then, I concentrated on the head and its sensitive area until I felt that I needed more. I took my mouth off of his cock and licked my way up his chest. I stopped to tease one of his nipples but as much as he seemed to enjoy it, it didn't last long. My cock was throbbing and begging for some action. I needed more of him, so much more.
When I reached his face, I kissed his cheek and moved my mouth up to his ear.
I licked his earlobe sensually and I couldn’t help but whisper passionately,
"I wanna fuck you so bad!"
I really did. I wanted to know how it would feel to be inside of him and I was pretty sure that he was up for that. I was used to fucking a girl but I had to admit that fucking a guy in the ass, especially him, was a huge turn on. I was practically squirming at the idea of having my cock inside his ass.
Again, the thought crossed my mind that this had to be more than just sexual curiosity. I knew I was starting to realize that I was bi, possibly even gay but at that moment, I couldn't question my sexuality more than I already had in the last twenty four hours.
I briefly looked into his eyes to see his reaction, and he looked right back at me with a passion I had not yet seen in his eyes.
"I wanna be inside of you," I said again.
He moaned,
"Oh fuck yeah!" and kissed me with ferocity, "do it!"
"Turn around," I urged him.
He did and I lowered myself down on the bed and took his ass cheeks in my hands, massaging them and pulling them apart, exposing his hole. I was so excited. I wanted to do to him what he had done to me and I slowly started licking his crack up and down, giving it a tongue bath, making him whimper with desire.
He buried his face into his pillow and moaned. He raised one of his legs on the side to let me access his hole more easily and I teased him with my tongue again, not pushing it in, just gently licking around, driving him crazy.
"Ohhh, yes!" he moaned, several times.
I continued rimming him, applying more and more pressure on his hole. With one firm push, my tongue pushed its way inside and entered his ass and he cried softly and moaned so hard at the intense pleasure of feeling my tongue inside him that you'd think he had cum.
I now knew how good this felt and giving him that pleasure was a huge turn on.
I slowly began pushing my tongue in deeper and then pulling it out, gently fucking and he went wild, grabbing the sheets.
"Oh yeah, feels so fucking good, don't stop," he encouraged me.
I then wet my thumb and applied pressure until it popped into him. He groaned, enjoying the feeling, completely surrendering to me. I opened him up with my thumb, sliding it in and out and I couldn’t wait to feel my length inside him.
"There’s lube in the drawer," he said, breathing hard.
I kissed his lower back and stood up to get the lube. I then poured the lube into my hands and started working into his hole. He groaned as my fingers penetrated him. I used two and worked them both all around the inside of his ass. I slid them in and out, feeling his warmth, until I felt he was ready, which he confirmed,
“I want you Mark, do it!” he urgently told me.
I withdrew my fingers and started lubing up my pole before getting into position. I couldn't wait to enter him, my cock was hard as a rock. He raised his ass a little and I guided the head of my cock in with my hand. He gasped and his hole immediately resisted so I stopped for a second, letting him get used to me. I pushed again and my cock began sliding into him so slowly, opening him up and it felt exquisite.
"Oh God," I panted. "Oh," I could not believe what I was doing but I was enjoying every second of it. His ass was so tight and warm that it could have sent me over the edge quite quickly, but I wanted this to be good for him.
"Oh fuck," he sighed and remembered to breathe when he felt my pubes on his ass.
I didn’t move and he started to really get used to me, enjoying the feeling more and more. He turned around and smiled and I leaned down to kiss his lips.
"Oh god, you're so tight, are you ok ?" I asked as I wrapped my arm around his stomach, the other around his shoulder.
He nodded and I started moving, holding him tight. I grabbed his pec and twisted his nipple, maybe to send of the pain in another direction.
He groaned and then moaned as I started fucking him gently, withdrawing a few inches and pushing back in. I wasn't sure if it was painful or pleasurable for him, it seemed to be a mixture of both. I started a rhythm and he shuddered almost violently several times, an incredible sensation obviously overwhelming him,
“Oh yeah, fuck me,” he almost whined, as I held him tight against me.
“Ohhh, fuck Rob,” I moaned, the sounds he was making were turning me on so bad, I wasn't sure how long I would be able to fuck him.
His ass gently massaged my cock. The pleasure was intense for the both of us. I was moaning sensually and he kept whining but I knew it was more pleasurable than painful for him.
After a moment, feeling I needed to give my cock some time to calm down, I pulled out of him and made him turn around. He lay on his back and as I watched his cock, still hard and ready to explode. I felt the need to take it into my mouth again. I sucked on the head, teasing him and he moaned, moving his hips a little to fuck my face.
When I stopped, I raised his legs and positioned my cock at his entrance again. I pushed myself easily deep into his ass, looking into his eyes. As he looked back into mine, he shuddered and grabbed the back of my neck to pull me for a sensuous kiss.
"Your ass feels so fucking good," I moaned in his mouth.
"Oh god, Mark," he moaned.
I kissed him deeply as he held me tight against him to increase the pleasure. I felt like he wanted to feel me against him as much as he possibly could.
My rhythm picked up and after a few minutes, I began to lose control. I was still gentle but there was an insistence to my thrusts now. I grabbed his legs, placed my hands under his knees and pistoned in and out of him, losing myself in the love making as my orgasm started to build up. I began breathing fast and gave him full, regular strokes. He kept roaming his hand up and down my back. For a moment, I nuzzled my face in the crook of his neck. When I raised my head, he held my face in-between his hands and we kissed urgently.
From the erratic sounds he was making, I knew he was going to cum before me, or maybe at the same time as me. I closed my eyes and thrust deeper and harder into him as I listened to his moans.
"Ohh yeah, fuck me, ohh God," he moaned, "ohhh, I’m gonna cum, ahhh," he let out a stifled cry.
I quickly reached for his cock and his asshole tightened. He groaned with a look of pure bliss on his face and the cum started flying out of his cock and landed all over his chest and stomach, as well as my hand. I loved feeling him shake and whimper as he had his orgasm.
The intensity of his release was so hot that I felt my balls tightening. The need to unload was strong and I embedded myself into him. My body jerked as I let my orgasm overtake my body, moaning softly as I began exploding in his ass.
Once I stopped shaking and quivering, I collapsed on top of him. We lay like that for a few seconds until he said, smiling, his big green eyes wide. "Now, THAT was the best sex I’ve ever had, and the best night of my life!"
I let out a laugh and brought my lips over his. We kissed for a moment until I gently pulled out of him.
I cuddled up to him and he held me against his chest. "You okay, I didn’t hurt you?"
"Absolutely not! I had you exactly where I wanted you. Damn, this is getting better and better. You’re incredible, I love you so much."
I smiled, "I love you too," I said in a low whisper.
He took a deep breath,
"D'you know how much that means to me?"
"I do, and I mean it."
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The next morning, I woke up before him and just watched him sleep for a while. He looked incredible - his dark hair was tousled, his lips full, his skin smooth and warm, his arms strong. His long black eyelashes rested perfectly against his cheeks, and I could almost feel the intensity in his eyes, imagining how much they seemed to burn for me even while closed.
Again, I was astonished at how attracted I was to him. I was gonna have to admit to myself that I really wasn't as straight as I thought I was. I thought about how much I had wanted to fuck him and how much I had loved it. I got hard. I wanted to touch him but he was sleeping so peacefully that I got out of bed and went to the bathroom for a shower.
When I came back into the room, I was only wearing my boxer briefs and using a towel to finish drying myself. He was awake, lying on his stomach.
He smiled at me,
"Hey gorgeous."
"Hey," I said.
"Am I still in a perfect parallel universe?" he joked.
I smiled,
"Still."
I sat on the bed, and he sat up behind me, wrapping an arm around my stomach and pressing a gentle kiss to my shoulder.
“Last night was… wonderful,” he murmured.
I turned my head and he placed a soft kiss on my lips.
"You know," he added, "I didn’t do that with Charlie. I wanted to and I almost did, but now, I’m glad I didn’t."
I smiled. I didn’t know what to tell him but I felt good knowing I was the first and only guy who had fucked him.
"You know, I’ve got news for you!" he announced. "You’re not straight!" he exclaimed with a laugh, teasing me.
"Shut up!" I laughed and shook my head. I wasn't ready to get into that with him.
"But I’ll let you pretend all you want," he added playfully.
I sighed. "Rachel left me a message. I’m gonna have to see her today."
"Why? Do you really have to go? Can’t you just stay with me in this perfect parallel universe a little longer?”
"I wish I could, believe me."
He brushed a strand of hair from my face and grinned. “I’m just trying to be realistic. Staying in bed with me all day has obvious advantages.”
I laughed softly, tilting my head to look at him. “You make it really hard to leave, that’s for sure. But I promised her, and I’m not going back on it, ‘cause I’m not gonna see her for a while," I smiled.
"How come?"
"You know, she’s leaving on Saturday with her parents for over a month. She’ll be back at the beginning of August."
"Awesome!" he grinned.
I laughed. "So I can’t exactly say no to seeing her today. I’m gonna have lunch with her and… I don’t know…"
"Alright, I’ll call the guys, see what they’re up to… Maybe you can join us later."
"Maybe. Dammo or Dylan should be going back to the club."
I got ready and left. I spent the whole day with her, talking about the gig, about our music and the record deal, about our exams, about her leaving on holiday, about her friends... I really did enjoy her company and we always had something to talk about. She was a great girl and I really didn’t want to hurt her.
We ended up having sex. It was nice and comfortable, but nowhere close to the passionate sex that had occurred the previous night with Rob. And I just wanted to get back to him.
By the time I left Rachel, I waved goodbye, trying to sound casual, but inside, all I could think about was getting back to Rob.
I couldn’t stop replaying the night in my head, nothing with Rachel came close to how good it had been with him. I knew I liked her, cared about her even, but Rob… Rob was different. With him, it was intense and consuming.
I walked faster. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I caught my breath, hoping it was Rob, but it was just a message from Dylan about gear at the club. I ignored it, focusing only on the thought of Rob, hoping he was still alone at his place and that he hadn’t joined the others.
By the time I finally reached his place, my heart was racing. I let myself in. Rob was sitting on the couch, casually scrolling through his phone, a guitar beside him.
The second he looked up and saw me, his face lit up. That grin, the one that made my chest tighten, spread across his face.
“Finally,” he said, standing up and closing the distance between us. “I was starting to wonder if you’d actually come back tonight.”
“Of course. Where was I gonna go ?"
He smirked, brushing a hand against mine and pulled me into a long hug.
"I missed you," he said quietly just before pressing his forehead against mine and bringing his hands around my neck.
"So did I," I said and as our lips met, I thought to myself that I had really never felt anything this intense with anyone before.
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