“Take it in your mouth.” The man ordered. I grabbed at the cock to hold it steady, opened my mouth and tried to envelop the whole of the head with my lips. I had to open really wide. For the first time cock filled my mouth. I slid my head back gently and looked up at the man. He smiled. “Go on, you want to suck cock, so suck cock.” He hushed.
I leant in again, opening wide, taking the head into my mouth. I became aware of a guiding hand on the back of my head pushing me down onto the cock. My mouth full of meaty cock. Drool started leaking out as I felt it tickling the roof of my mouth far back. Too much inside my mouth. Suddenly the excitement and horniness of the situation began to fade. I tried to move my head back but the guiding hand had transformed into a hard gripping fist preventing me from moving.
“Now do you believe me?” Said the man in a voice far too calm for the situation. “Who’s got a huge cock?” He asked more aggressively. I couldn’t speak with my mouth full. Momentarily I thought about biting. “Tell me and I’ll let you go. Who’s got a huge cock?” He repeated.
I gagged: “mmmmuuurrrmmmuuu.”
“Who?” He yelled more loudly.
“mmmuuurrrmmmuuu.” The man laughed loudly.
Just then the toilet door opened. Our ears pricked as we heard footsteps out side the cubicle.
“Don’t move a freaking muscle!” The Gary hissed.
I struggled to move my head back but he held it firm. He waited as the person moved around outside, all the time keeping his dick in my mouth. Several times I tried to pull away but his grasp remained firm. Finally, the stranger outside left the toilets. He let go of my head and I lurched backwards, his dick finally sliding out of my mouth. I gasped for air. Panting on the floor, I wiped the drool from my mouth.
“Can’t finish this here – they will hear you groaning like a cheap whore. I have a place we can go.” He said tucking himself back into his pants.
“But I’m meant to be meeting someone.” I pleaded.
“Who? Another guy?”
“Yes.” I croaked, still recovering on the floor.
“He can come with us – he can shove his dick in your mouth – keep your whore mouth quiet, while I fuck you silly.”
“Please!” I said. “I never said that you could fuck me. Please. I’m new to all this, I don’t want to.”
“Hey, hey, hey.” Said the man in a calming voice. He reached down and placed a hand under my chin and looked me in the eye. “Look I promise you this; whatever I do to you when I fuck you…ok…you will be begging me to do it to you again. Begging me. Seriously, I promise that to every slut that I fuck, and they always come back begging for more.”
He lifted me back onto my feet and led the way out of the toilets. I followed silently behind. As I emerged into the bar I prayed that Peter would be there. I didn’t believe Gary’s boastful promise; he was a scary person to be around.
I looked out across the bar and could see Peter walking through the door. I practically ran past Gary, straight up to him.
“Hey, great to see you. I’m so sorry I’m late.” He said. I was relieved to see him; I didn’t care why he was late just glad that he was there. I stood close to Peter and looked back across the bar.
Gary stood motionless. His eyes pierced through me, he smiled knowingly and shook his head, then turned and went back across to his friends hogging the pool table. Peter hadn’t noticed Gary, he moved toward the bar, saying as he went: “What do you want to drink?” I grabbed his arm to stop him.
“No, please, can we go already. I don’t really want to stay here.”
“Oh,” he said, “I thought it would be nice for us to sit down and have a drink together?”
“Please. I just don’t like it here.” I pulled on his arm.
“Look, you promised me we would go for a drink together, so let’s sit down and have a drink together!” Peter spoke irately.
“I don’t want to. Please can we just go?” I pleaded again.
“But you said you would. Why don’t you want to have a drink anymore? Why?” Peter was getting angrier.
“I just don’t want to.” I said, wishing I could think of a less childish sounding argument. ‘Because some random guy just tried to choke me with his cock in the toilets’ was the real answer but felt saying that would land me in deeper trouble with Peter.
“Why not!?” Peter asked again.
“I’m sorry, I don’t want to stay here. Please can we just go.” I said trying to sound more rational and calm.
“It’s because you don’t want to be seen out with me – isn’t it?”
“No.” I insisted.
“Yes, it is. I think you’re scared of what will happen if you..”
“No, it’s nothing like that!” I pleaded.
“Then why not stay here?” Peter asked again.
“Because…because….” I stuttered trying to think of an answer that would convince Peter and not reveal the incident with Gary. “Because….”
Peter looked sorrowfully down and shook his head. “One little drink…” He muttered to himself.
“We can go back to your place?” I said trying to console Peter.
“No, it’s too late for that. How do you think that makes me feel when you don’t want to be seen out with me?”
“It’s not like that.” I pleaded.
“Yes, yes it is.”
I glanced behind me, hoping that Gary would be gone. He was still there. Catching me looking his direction, he smiled. I turned back to Peter. “But…but Peter listen.”
“What?”
“…nothing. Nothing.” I sighed “I’m going home now. Can I still come round to see you sometime?”
“I don’t want to hang out with someone who won’t even sit down to have a drink with me at a bar.”
“Fine!” I hissed, making for the exit of the bar.
“Well fuck you too!” Called out an enraged Peter. I glared back at him but in the corner of my eye I could see an amused Gary laughing. I pushed open the door and ran out onto the street, tears of bitterness and frustration smarting in my eyes.
As I made my way home I was angry with myself for going into the toilets with Gary – suggestions like that just didn’t happen without there being a twist in the tale. I shouldn’t have been so naïve. Then I was angry with Peter for being late to the bar. I was angry that he wanted to be best buddies and hang out at every opportunity. I didn’t want that. He was old and I was young, that wasn’t the kind of relationship I wanted. I wasn’t sure what I did want from him, but I knew it wasn’t that.
I didn’t know whether we would even see each other now. A bitterness and resentment to my situation grew inside me. Peter had been the only person I could trust with my homoerotic feelings but now I felt he was trying to use this to manipulate me into a relationship. I felt sorry for him – I knew he wanted more than I could give. Yet, pity didn’t make for attraction. I looked up into the night sky and wished that there would be someone else – someone who would make me forget about him completely.