But you won’t lose me,I thought. Not wanting to talk to strangers because I didn’t know what to say scared me. Preferring to hide my emotions for fear of driving away friends frustrated me. When Gabriel had confessed his kink, I hadn’t been scared. Unsure, maybe. I’d always had a primal part of me that wanted wild and kinky sex I just never had an outlet for it.
I turned in his arms and kissed his neck. It was nice being his rock for a change. “I told you that it doesn’t weird me out. If it sets off my anxiety we will find a work around because you deserve to have that. It’s not fair to ask you not to be yourself, right?”
He kissed me until I felt his love for me through our lips. We left his condo for the center of Boystown where all kinds of clubs and bars and the occasional sex shop lined the streets. His hand in mine, he led me to an innocuous brick building that seemed more like a warehouse than a high-end club.
“Remember what I said?” He asked as we stopped near the entrance. “If at any time you feel like you can’t do this, you tell me and we leave, okay? I’m only going to enjoy this if you do.”
“Yes.”
“And I won’t let anyone touch you. That’s one thing I won’t tolerate. You’re mine. Nor do I want to be with anyone except you, okay?”
I pecked his chin in an effort to soothe him. “I trust you.”
He looked off into the distance for a moment as if he were thinking about running away with us. It was the safer option, wasn’t it? It was nice that he could understand me on that level. He offered me a tight smile, kissed me so possessively that I wanted to find a quiet corner to get each other off, and took my hand. He flashed his card to the bouncer. Even as his guest, I still had to show my identification. The whole process was oddly exciting if only because I’d never been to a sex club before.
The interior was dark and moody with the thickness of exhilaration and a hint of secrecy. We deposited our valuables in a locker and headed for the bar. We’d chosen to remain clothed though I was curious about the pool. Gabriel ordered us a flute of wine each and I sipped at the red as I watched various men fluttering back and forth. Most were dressed, and a few walked around in nothing but a towel around their hips. An older gentleman with white hair and gold-rimmed glasses, watched me from the other end of the bar, his gaze raking all over me.
“Okay?” Gabriel murmured. “Remember, they can look but can’t touch. You’re going to be a magnet. A lot of daddies frequent the establishment and are looking for their next boy toy.”
I leaned against Gabriel, silently letting the man know I was taken and because I was nervous. I wasn’t used to men staring at me like I was a piece of meat. The crowd around the bar thickened and I asked, “Can we look around?”
He finished off his wine with a big gulp. “You betcha’.”
His fingers entwined with mine as we floated down the hallway. The rooms were color coordinated, and some had neon lights that made people glow under them. It seemed the further we explored, the less we encountered clothing. In a room painted black and lined with purple illumination, an orgy was currently taking place. A group of four men of varying ages andbody types took turns railing a guy my age. He was bent over the back of a couch, apparently having the time of his life judging by the curses and screams leaving his lips. Some of the demands he was making made me blush.
“Nothing like an old-fashioned train,” Gabriel commented as he wrapped his arms around my shoulders.
Heat flooded me as one of the tops fucking the younger man orgasmed. He withdrew and was replaced by another anxious to get inside the other. Witnessing asses flexing and slick cocks flashing in the low light was strangely arousing.
“It’s like watching porn, only we’re the cameramen or something,” I said to Gabriel.
“Yeah, something like that,” he said, pressing a kiss to my ear. “Oh…looks like we’re in for a show tonight.”
The young man had shifted positions and was now sitting on a cock. He leaned forward and another man stepped up behind him. I watched flustered as they tag-teamed him. I thought he might be in pain from being stretched so completely, but the sounds he was making convinced me that he was blissed out.
Gabriel’s erection rubbed against my ass, and I didn’t miss the excitement dancing in his eyes as he watched the young man be destroyed by dueling dicks. I wondered if he was imagining himself as one of the tops. Maybe it was a fantasy that he never wanted to fulfill but enjoyed entertaining occasionally—a sort of what-if scenario. If we hadn’t decided to come here together, I wasn’t sure I could understand the appeal of this place. But watching strange men have sex was…thrilling. It was as if our wildest fantasies could be played out in real time through other people. I swore, my asshole clenched from the idea of being fucked by two cocks.
I gathered my new-found courage and guided his hand to my nipple that was stiff and pressing against my shirt. Hemade a sound of approval as he traced soft circles around it, the whisper-thin touches shooting right to my cock. I pushed my ass against his erection, my own stiffening in my pants. A small crowd gathered next to us to watch the young manpower through the assault, several cheers egging him on. The idea that I was close to strangers while my boyfriend teased my nipples was a surprising turn on.
“Okay?” Gabriel whispered against my ear and sucked my earlobe into his mouth.
I nodded, because if I tried to speak, my words might come out in a moan. The performance came to an end with the two tops orgasming and the bottom collapsing on the couch, apparently in heaven. There was a round of applause and the crowd dispersed. We found a room to relax in and I sat down on the opposite side of a man currently enjoying a blowjob from another.
“C-can I have some more wine?” I asked Gabriel, trying not to look at them.
“Sure,” he said and kissed me quickly. “Be right back, okay?”
When he was gone, I turned my attention to the two men. The guy on the receiving end was fairly attractive, his head thrown back as the sloppy sounds of oral sex filled the room. When he caught me watching them, I quickly looked down. My anxiety had been pretty good tonight, only flaring up briefly but now that Gabriel was gone, I felt out of place. I knew the man was enjoying me watching but I couldn't help feeling…hunted.
Men drifted by the doorway, stuck their heads in, and moved on by, except for one. His gaze was feral, as if he wanted to do all kinds of bad things to me. I blushed, and fidgeted as he came a little closer, feeling vulnerable without the protection of Gabriel.
“Hey there,” he said, undressing me with his eyes. “Are you here all by yourself?”
“Ah…” my words got jumbled in my brain. “I…”
Gabriel appeared and put himself in front of the guy, bumping him with his body. “He’s with me and I don’t share.”
The man threw his hands up and backed off. The pure ownership Gabriel declared over me hit all my buttons. It made me feel safe and desired. He sat next to me and offered me a glass of wine. I gulped the chilled red down, feeling like a furnace had been lit inside me. The brief bout of nerves subsided, leaving me horny again.
