Pursuit

It doesn't take him long to get used to the situation and shortly after he is sucking and licking away, bringing me still closer to an orgasm. When he reaches up and begins to fondle my balls I can't hold it anymore; I start fucking his mouth furiously and hearing how he's gagging brings me over the edge. I cum hard with a solid grip on his hair, forcing him to swallow it.

When my breathing has calmed down I release my hold and push him away a little. I feel him looking up at me, probably wondering if he should get up. I know his knees have got to be hurting by now, after sitting on the hard floor for a good ten minutes but I'm not ready for him to get up yet so I ignore him completely.

Eventually I move to stand behind him. He begins to shift around a little, as if planning on getting up but I stop him with a yank in his hair, keeping him looking straight into the wall. I know it's hard for him to get used to the idea of not being in control but this is nevertheless MY game and he better play according to my rules.

"Tell me, what do you want, kid?" I quietly ask him.

"I want you to stop calling me kid, for one" is his immediate reply and I can't help but laugh at his stubborn pride. Really, he's no kid, maybe 23, 24, but he's still a few years younger than me.

"You should laugh more often."

"Wha -- what?" His statement takes me completely by surprise and I don't like it. I tighten my grip on his hair.

"Yeah, you have one of those deep, raspy, sexy laughs; it's a shame you don't laugh more," he continues.

"Is that so, huh? Well, kid, if I were you I would worry less about my laugh and more about telling me what you want to happen now. Otherwise I will just have to decide for you." I hiss in his ear

"Something tells me you will decide no matter what" he hisses back. Feisty, I like it.

"The more you piss about like that, the less time you will have to tell me what you want" I inform him as I reach down and twist a nipple between my fingers.

"Fuck me," he mumbles. I hear him but that's not good enough for me. He needs to realise that begging for it is the only way he's gonna get what he so obviously wants; his stiff and leaking hard-on is all the evidence needed.

"What did you say, kid? Speak up!" I roughly pull his head backwards, exposing the soft skin on his throat.

Now he turns his head in spite of my hold of his hair, and almost yells at me in frustration and shame: "I want you to fuck me, okay!"

Thank you; that was all I wanted. Without a word I pull him up and slam him against the wall, face first. I let my hands roam wildly over his body as I get down on my knees and roughly spread his legs. I don't waste a second before my tongue enters him and much like I anticipated, he doesn't offer any resistance; in fact he even reaches back and spreads his cheeks himself, giving me better access.

"Oh GOD!" he moans with his face pressed against the tiled wall; if I were to look up from where I'm currently occupied, I'm sure it would be a beautiful sight.

I tease him with my mouth, licking his crack, circling around the tight hole, sometimes just poking him, other times shoving my tongue in with no warning. And all the time he is moaning and hissing and mumbling the most obscene words.

When I remove my tongue completely, he lets out an agonising guttural cry that he probably didn't even know he was capable of making.

I stand up and roughly turn his head by his hair, making him look at me over his shoulder. He's panting like a bitch and his eyes are dark with lust. Again I crash my mouth against his; if he can have me rim him then he can also kiss me immediately afterwards.

While I keep him engaged in the kiss, I reach in my pocket and pull out a condom. I hold it before his eyes and pull away to ask: "Are you ready, kid?"

"Fuck yes! Just get on with it!" he gasps.

It doesn't take me many moments to get the condom on and I push him against the wall again while positioning myself behind him. If he thought I was gonna be gentle, he was wrong. I ram my cock in to the hilt in one swift move and he goes rigid like a tent peg.

"What the fuck?!" he screams and tries to get away from me.

I press him firmly against the wall and I can't keep the arrogance from my voice when I mumble: "I thought you said you were ready?"

His shocked screams have calmed down when he answers me with a whimper. "It fucking hurts!"

"Just relax, okay? You're no virgin, you know how this works. You'll get used to it." To distract him from his ass I start stroking him. I know he's in pain, of course he is. Even if I have prepared him with my tongue, it's still nothing compared to being filled in one go like this.

I have to control myself but I manage to not move at all until I can feel that he has relaxed completely around me. Then I start fucking him like I have wanted to for so long, searching out his prostate while doing so.

"Fuck YES!" he shouts when I hit it and I make sure to brush it with every thrust. After all, I'm not mean; I want this to be good for him too. Okay, maybe I'm a little mean. I'm not doing it out of the kindness of my heart, no, I'm making sure this is the fuck of his life so that when it's done he is gonna want more. And more. And more. And he won't get it.

"Oh yes, like that... fuck... harder... yes..." He's panting hard and I know he's close.

"You like this, don't you?" I groan in his ear.

"Yes!"

"You like being fucked like this, just taking it rough, huh? You like having to beg for it? Don't you?"

"Oh yes, yes, I like it... fuck... more..."

I can ask him anything right now and he will agree. Did you ever doubt I would break him? I didn't.

I pick up the pace and it doesn't take long before I'm not holding back anymore; I pull out and ram into him again and again as hard as I can, gripping his hips to keep balance, and he eagerly pushes back against me. The sound of our bodies colliding almost echoes in the room and I know I can't postpone my orgasm much longer.

I reach around and start stroking him furiously again and that does it for him; with a loud howl he shoots cum all over the wall in front of him and I feel it coating my hand. I am so close now; it's just a matter of seconds. When he grabs my sperm-covered hand and brings it to his mouth, sucking my fingers clean, I can't hold it any more and I let go. The orgasm makes me black out for a moment or two and if I hadn't been using him for support, I would have fallen to the floor.

Rule number 7: Take what you need and leave the rest for the scavengers.

"Oh fuck... oh my god... oh shit..." he's mumbling to himself as he's slowly getting back to normal. I'm panting so hard I couldn't even answer him if I had wanted to.

"Oh man... that was intense...fuck... so worth the wait..." Why does he have to talk that much? I need a few moments to recover from the intensity of the orgasm, allowing my heartbeat to slow down. For five months I have been planning this. There is of course always a risk that someone doesn't live up to my expectations but this guy... this beautiful kid in front of me more than delivered. It's almost a shame to dismiss him.

When I go soft, I pull out of him and feel the condom slip off of me and land on the floor between my feet with a wet sound.

Still pressed against the wall, he manages to turn so we're facing each other. He removes his sweaty hair from his eyes and looks at me with a very intense stare.

"That was the best sex I have ever had."

"I know." Why be humble?

"Thank you," he mumbles before leaning in to kiss me again. I allow it though I wouldn't normally. After all, he was every bit as great as I had made him out to be in my fantasies, he deserves a little reward. I lazily kiss him back, just letting my tongue slowly explore his mouth; it's nice.

After a few minutes he breaks it off.

"Phew!" he smiles, "I think I could get addicted to that!"

I just chuckle to myself. Sad fool doesn't know that he already is.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"Why did you pursue me for so long when I kept turning you down?"

"Because I wanted you and I never give up." It's one version of the truth.

"You made me feel special, you know? The way you kept trying and trying... I couldn't help but be intrigued by you..." The only reason I don't interrupt his jabbering is because he's playing with my nipples as he's talking.

"In fact...," he goes on a little hesitant, giving me an almost bashful look. "I think... that maybe... I could even... fall in love with you." He looks up at me with his pretty eyes, silently begging me to welcome his offer. I snort.

"Then you are more stupid that I thought." I pull away and start tucking my cock back into my pants. "You better put some clothes back on, you know," I tell him as I indicate towards his jeans on the floor. "Maybe other people want to use the room as well."

I go to the mirror and check my appearances; wiping the small beads of sweat off of my forehead, making sure the eyeliner isn't smeared beyond its intention, fixing my hair. I watch him in the mirror, out the corner of my eyes, as he starts getting dressed again.

"Do you even know my name?" he asks after a short silence.

"No." It's a lie but he doesn't need to know that.

"Do you want to know?"

"No." I see how his lips have become just a thin line in his face and how he's pulling on his clothes with angry movements.

"I see," he snaps. "And even if I were to tell you, you wouldn't remember it, right?" He's forcing the words out through clenched teeth.

"Right." With a sigh I turn to look at him. "Look kid,-" His head jerks up and he fixes his stare on me and I can practically see the daggers flying from his eyes at my use of the k-word. I throw up my hands in surrender. "Okay, I'm not gonna call you kid again, alright?" He slowly nods his head in agreement but the fire never leaves his eyes.

"Look, you were a great fuck, 'kay? One of my best, as a matter of fact. But that's all there is to it -- it was a fuck, nothing more." Except the sweet thrill of the hunt itself but he won't understand that anyway.

"So you spend five months trying to charm my pants off, wait for me to beg for it, fuck me once and then that's it?" I pretend I don't hear the bitterness and the accusations in his question.

"Yeah, that's pretty much it," I shrug. "So, you ready?" I ask as I unlock the door.

He quickly collects his necklaces before pushing me aside and storming out into the club again.

I chuckle to myself as I follow him; man, was it worth it!

Back out in the club I scan the room for him and spot his pink top over by the table he shared with his friends. It looks as if he's looking for something and I get my answer when I see him pull his coat from the pile before he heads towards the exit.

He is out so quickly that I hardly register what's going on. When I realise that he has in fact left the club I can't help the grin spreading on my face. I broke him yeah; I broke him good. I take a seat by the bar and order another beer.

Rule number 8: Don't ever feel bad.