Max shifted uneasily in his bed. He just couldn't seem to settle tonight. He twisted over and tried facing the other way and hoped he could drift off soon; he had work in the morning and he hated being tired all day. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep, but his mind was working overtime. No matter how much his body wanted rest, his mind just wouldn't grant it. Who was that man?
He knew that he shouldn't have gone out that night. He'd already agreed to go into work for Saturday overtime, but he just couldn't pass up his usual Friday night outing. He'd arranged to meet Pete at the local club as usual but was running late, his grooming time seemed to have increased lately, before he ventured out of a night. When he'd eventually made it to the club, Pete had already snagged himself a young stud; he was bumping and grinding on the dance floor with the pretty young blond. Max swore that the older Pete got, the younger he liked his men; the blonde couldn't have been any more than 22, 'lucky bastard' he thought to himself. At 39, he felt well past his sell by date. Each Friday they would go out like this, and each Friday Pete would end up with the prettiest man there and Max would go home alone and have a wank in the shower. At least that's how it had been up until tonight.
Max got up and went to open the window. How could he possibly sleep when he was this bloody hot? He plodded back over to bed and whacked his pillow. Before climbing in he looked towards the clock. Damn it! 2.30, he had to be up in 4 hours, this would never do. He sighed and climbed back into bed. As soon as his head hit the pillow and he closed his eyes he caught a flash of that black head bouncing on his crotch. His eyes sprung open and he knew he wasn't going to be going to sleep any time soon. Resigned, he got back out of bed and went to the bathroom; a cold shower was what he needed now, he was getting hard again remembering what had happened earlier. Standing under the cold stream he stroked his hard shaft, closed his eyes and thought about Sam.
Pete was dancing with his young blond. Max went up to him and motioned towards the bar -- the music was too loud for talking. After a quick nod he made his way back to the bar and tried to get the bartender's attention, but he wasn't being very successful; the barman tended to serve the gorgeous blokes first leaving the older, less attractive men till later. Unfortunately Max fell into the latter category, he often spent ages waiting at the bar to be served. A black haired man on the end of the bar spotted the older man looking fed up and ignored. He summoned the bartender over -- his youthful, pretty looks always made him a favourite and the first to be served. He shouted above the music and paid for the drinks he ordered. When the drinks came, he picked them up, took them over to where Max was standing and plonked them down on the bar. "I'm Sam," he shouted above the noise. Max turned and looked at the handsome young man with his hand outstretched to him, surprised he answered, "Max," as he took his hand and shook it, taking in the younger man's features. Black cropped hair, beautiful chocolate brown eyes with a wide-eyed innocent look.
"Would you like a beer?" Sam looked towards the drinks he'd placed down.
"Yeah thanks," Max replied as he took the drink.
"I haven't seen you here before."
"No, I'm new to the area, only moved here last week. Thought I should get out and check out the scene."
"Well there's not a whole lot of scene here, I'm afraid, all the best clubs are a fair way away." Max had to shout to be heard.
He turned to his drink and had a swig; all the while Sam was eyeing him up. Drinking the beer Max was panicking, 'what does he want?' he thought to himself. Sam was young, drop dead gorgeous and could have anyone he wanted in the bar -- pretty young thing like that would have them all swarming to him like bees to a honey pot. What could he possibly want with him -- a 39-year-old, severely lacking in confidence, with a receding hairline.
"So do you live nearby?" Sam was talking to him again.
"Not far."
"Flat? House?"
"House."
"Alone?" he raised his eyebrows, looking hopeful.
Max was shocked, was this gorgeous young thing chatting him up?
"Very much alone."
"Shall we go there?" Sam asked grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"I can't. Work in the morning, need an early night."
He winced as he realised his stupidity. How often did he get someone chatting him up? Sam looked gutted. Damn, what could he do to save this now? He leaned in and shouted, "I know it's not perfect but how about a quick knee trembler in the ally?" My God did he really just say that? That was it for sure Sam was going to go and find a better catch. Before he knew it, Sam had grabbed his hand was pulling him towards the exit.
Once outside, Sam pushed him against the wall and was immediately all over him. Kissing, touching, nipping, he seemed to want to get inside his skin. He was a good foot shorter than Max and pulled his head down so their mouths could meet. He licked along his lips and Max immediately granted access. Soon his mouth was plundered by an expert tongue. He could feel himself growing hard and the younger man pushed himself harder into him. He could hear himself moaning at the sensation and before he knew what had happened his young companion dropped to his knees and immediately set about undoing his trousers. He could feel the hot breath on his dick, and as the cold night air merged with it Sam swallowed him in one go. Max gasped; Sam certainly knew what he was doing--swirling his tongue around the shaft while fondling his balls, he drove Max crazy. Max's groans from above reached him and spurred him on to suck even harder. Max was thrusting his hips to get even deeper. The more he did it, the harder Sam sucked, he couldn't take much more. He looked down and saw the black head moving, the talented lips moving and clamping around his dick and he came in an instant.
In the shower Max looked down at the mess he had made. At least it would be easy enough to clean up. He sighed, what the hell had happened tonight? Why was Sam interested? He was at least 15 years younger than him; Max didn't think that he was a day over 23 at the most. He was the best looking, and most horny partner he'd had in a good few years. His eyes seemed to be unnaturally wide with a deep dark colour--they felt as if they had the power to look into someone's soul--full luscious lips, well-proportioned body and a big dick. He scratched his head and couldn't shake the feeling that there was something seriously wrong in what had happened that night. It seemed totally unbelievable that he, he, was seduced by such a stud--usually it was Pete who got those. Stepping out of the shower he caught sight of himself in the mirror. He glared and shook his head. Was it a joke?
Drying off he made himself warm milk, he needed something to try and get him to sleep. Settling down and having a mouthful he remembered the look on Sam's face as he came up for air. Reaching towards Max's face he craved for a kiss, their tongues entwined and he could taste himself in Sam's mouth--God he always felt so horny tasting himself in another man's mouth. As they were passionately kissing he reached towards Sam's crotch and started to kneed him through his jeans. Christ he was big, at that moment there was nothing he wanted more than to have that dick in him. "Fuck me," he moaned into Sam's mouth. Sam started to giggle, not exactly the reaction he was expecting or hoping for.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"No fucking, not now. Maybe next time."
"But--"
"No buts, next time I'll fuck you into next week if that's what you want."
"But--" but he was silenced by another kiss.
He started to slide down ready to take Sam in his mouth, but Sam caught him before he got that far. Perplexed he looked up at Sam--his eyes questioning him. With his mouth open, ready to ask, Sam replied before he could ask.
"Watch."
"But I want to--"
"Just watch."
"I really want to suck you."
"If you don't watch, I won't fuck you next time."
At that Max admitted defeat and watched as Sam expertly stroked himself. He could see the intense concentration on his face and beads of sweat on his forehead. Fuck he was gorgeous, and he was putting on this show for him. He reached down ready to take himself in his hand but Sam stopped him. "No, I want you to want me so bad it hurts."
Max simply nodded and continued to watch the show. Soon enough Sam burst all over him. Suddenly, Sam leaned towards him, kissed him on the forehead and whispered to him, "Same time next week sweetheart," and with that he was gone leaving Max crouching down in the ally wondering what the hell had happened.
He finished his hot milk and went back to bed. He had to get some sleep before work--even if it was only a couple of hours. He had no idea how he was going to explain it to his boss in the morning, this was meant to be overtime to sort out the big order they had to get out but he was going to be lucky to get anything done at all. How was he going to concentrate when all he could think about was the mysterious Sam? He closed his eyes and finally drifted off to sleep.