Demon's Journey: The Bar

I wake up on a bench in a park at 3:40 in the morning to the sounds of rape coming from behind a tree a few feet away from me. It does not surprised me, have I grown used to the sound. I move my shoe less feet off the bench one at a time onto the damp grass allowing dew to slowly seep through the stitches of my socks. It doesn't bother me. I stretch as if I am waking at an average time in an average home. To many people this would seem strange, but this is completely normal for me. This is how I've been living for that past 146 years. Just in different places. I don't look like a 146 year old man, nor did I look like a 163 year old―which I am. I reach into my bag and pull out my boots and slip my feet in them, wiggling my toes a little to make sure my feet are completely in before tying the laces. I stand up and stretch again and sling my bag over my shoulder and head down the park. Along the way I see a couple or two and a few drunkards wobbling unsteadily along the road. This seems normal as well. I look up at the morning stars as they greet me with bright, invisible eyes. As I head closer to the city, the stars whisper goodbye and are then clouded by the city lights and smog. I sigh and look around for a place where I can start my day at. I see a club across the street from the park down a few buildings. The lights are bright and neon, flashing different vibrant colours reading, "Cocktail party". It is a very attracting sign, though I have seen much less... clichй signs. I see a bunch of guys walking in, usually walking in alone and leaving in groups of two or three. They are all good looking and I start getting in that "mood" to party and grab a couple fellows for myself. I start heading down to the club and I see an abnormally large figure standing in front of the building. His face is square and very masculine, with stubs of shaven hair forming down his sideburns and across his philtrum. Then the stubs shade his chin and jaw, fading halfway down his neck. He has broad shoulders and a muscular body, covered by a skin-tight top that defines all the muscles jutting from his body, from his pecs down to his pelvic muscles. His pants are regular jeans with a dark belt. His golden brown hair is tousled and slightly gelled. It is short in the front and medium as it curled gently around his neck. I walk up to him and see his grass green eyes and thin, yet full, lips. He looks a bit angry, but he is fairly handsome himself. He looks about 19 or 20, though the light facial hair aged him by only one or two years. When he sees me coming towards him heading into the club, he pushes me aside pinning me against the wall of the club staring coldly at me. "Where do you think you're goin', kid," he says with a grumbling voice. He doesn't scare me at all. I love messing with these types of guys―tough. Though, he doesn't seem all that tough to me. He seems to be wearing a mask of toughness as a bouncer. I smile placing my hand on his hard chest looking up at him through my long eyelashes. "C'mon, just let me in. I just wanna have some fun." I smile slyly at him. His face twitches slightly looking down at me. He is a good 3 heads taller than me. I close in on him, pressing my chest against his. "This will be our little secret." "How old are you, kid?" He looks behind him at the entrance to the club then back at me. I pause for a few seconds before answering, "I'm 17." "Sorry, kid. Have to be 21 or with an I.D." He backs from me to head back to his post. I pout playfully, blushing slightly looking at him. "You're quite mean." I walk to him and stand next to him resting my head on his strong arm folded across his chest to make him look tougher and more serious. "But, it's ok, because I can stay out here and hang with you. You seem to be fun also." I slowly run my fingers along the muscles tensing up on his arm from my touch. I slide my arm through his pulling my body closer to him smiling. "Y'know, I always wanted a friend like you..." I stand on my toes whispering in his ear now. I keep my voice low and seductive. "...strong... and so handsome." He gulps. His tanned face that is reflecting different colours from the neon lights starts glowing bright red. He is obviously more innocent than he appears to be. I can easily take advantage of him. But before I do so, I want to have a little fun with him. I smile and bite my lip, continuing, "I'm Angel. What's your name?" He looks away hiding his face, not wanting me to see his hard mask crumble in bashfulness. "I'm not sayin' anythin' to you. You're a kid. Not just a kid, a boy. I don't do neither of 'em." He moves from me and walks―almost staggering― to the other side of the club entrance. I follow him swiftly and this time, I stand in front of him, leaning on him. "I'm so sure," I say, with a smirk in my tone. "Not for long..." I press my stomach against his waist, feeling his hard-on. This seem to shock... or stimulate him, because he gasps and backs from me. I almost fall but I hold onto the wall. I sigh at his stubbornness. I am considering giving up on him, but then he mutters, "My name is Ian." I look at him, slightly surprised by his cooperation, but I stay composed. I move to him and slowly run my fingers through his hair around his neck turning his face to me. I move closer to him until my lips are inches from his lips. I murmur, "Nice name. I can't wait to be yelling that out loud..." I conclude my sentence by pressing my lips softly against his, as if I were afraid of breaking him, when I am only almost 145 pounds while he is at least 210. Maybe 220, with all that muscle. When I start to intensify the kiss, he pulls me close, adding some pressure of his own. His strong arms curl around my waist pulling me close to his chest. I smile now wrapping both my arms around his neck pulling me up to him. Then we part our lips. His tongue feels hot against mine. It is wet and slippery as it slides across mine. I bite his lip gently smiling and I hear a low grunt in his throat. He pulls me away. I look at him alluringly as I lick my lips. His breathing is now short and ragged, as mine is steady and normal. "Wait here," he barely gets through his lips. He heads in the bar and I lean against the wall patiently awaiting his return. He comes back, looking as flustered as he did when he left. He has his keys in one hand, and his leather jacket in the other. He presses the button on the keys and a dark car down the block flashes its lights in response. He looks at me with a kind smile and nods towards his car. I catch up to him holding his arms again, blushing lightly smiling. His apartment is small and warm, but I don't pay much attention to it, because once the door closes, I have my arms around his neck again, pulling him back into a deep kiss. He picks me up so that my legs are tightly wound around his waist. Our tongues mash together as we breathe feverishly. I kick off my boots with a little struggle. He starts sliding off my checkered suspenders along with my pants as I dig my fingers through his hair. I don't know how we found our way to the bed, but since this is his home, and he is the only one walking, I'm sure he can find his way to his bedroom. He flicks on the slightly dim lights and drops me on his bed which was cluttered with clothing and blankets and bed sheets. "Sorry about the mess," Ian whispers breathlessly, eagerly pulling off his shirt, revealing what I'd wanted to see very badly this morning. The features of his body are so well defined, I can't even imagine looking away. He unbuckles his belt and yanks off his pants with haste. He crawls on the bed to me kissing my neck gently but with greed as he slides his hands up my white shirt. He slowly pulls off my shirt and for a split second, and I feel a bit self-conscious. I compare my pale, flat torso to his nice, muscular body. But I quickly overcome it as he murmurs, "Damn... you're so sexy." He dives his head in licking my nipples and sucking on them as if he were a baby feeding. I smile biting my lip. I lean back, my face burning with pleasure as his hot, wet tongue slides along my torso. He slowly moves down to my underwear and I can't help but be embarrassed at my navy blue underwear, tight around my body and exposing my boner. He smiles up at me and as he is about to pull it off, I stop him. He looks up at me, confused. I breathe, "Wait... let me do you first." I look at him smiling. Ian's face exploded with colour as he backed away from my hard-on . He sits at the center of the bed and I move to him, rubbing his hard dick lightly over his boxers. He leans his head back biting his lip. I then pull his boxers off to expose how much he's been packing. It's huge, at least 7 inches long and 2 inches in width. When I wrap my lips around his head, he sucks in a breath then lets it out slowly. I lick down his dick and back up then I move my head down on him. I can't fit everything in my mouth, as he is too big, but I get enough to please him. And I can tell he is pleased by his soft moans. He runs his fingers through my long, dark hair guiding me further down on him. At a point he pushes me down past where I can handle, so I try not to gag on his stick. I lift my head and start rubbing his boner with swift movements. I look up at him and see his face, which is amazed by my skill. I smile and lick him again, moving my head down on him again. This time, as I am doing this, he slickly moves his hand down the back of my underwear and caress my hole with one finger. I flinch lightly but allow him to stick in the finger to prepare me for what he is going to stick in me next. My underwear is now halfway down my thighs as he fingers me. I moan lightly against his dick, but I don't remove it from my mouth. When he adds another finger, my ass tenses up slightly around him. He chuckles lightly and moves his fingers in deeper. This time I had to back my head up and let out a moan. "You seem like you're used to this," he says softly, moving his fingers faster making my voice louder. He pulls my head up to him and he smiles kissing me again. I lean on him deepening the kiss as he slides off my underwear completely. I then push him on his back so that he's resting and I am sitting on him. I slide my butt along the shaft of his penis biting my lip. I smile as I see his face reddening even more. As I grind him harder, his groaning is more audible. I lean against him and moves close to his ear whispering, "Relax, Ian. This is gonna be the fun part..." I ease his penis into me slowly, make little sounds in my throat as I try to fit the head in. Ian gasps. "Oh," he moans, but I silence him with my lips. I continue to try and push my body down on him blushing deeper myself. After I get passed the head it's still hard, but not as bad. Ian helps me by pushing my body down on him with his strength. I quickly suck in a breath from the penetration. I let out a loud moan shaking slightly to how deep he was making his dick go. I lie on and I breathe, "You can move now..." And he does. He goes slowly, but deeply. I am still moaning and he starts going in harder and with more force. I bite my lip to stop me from saying anything that may scare him away. Though he moves professionally, his face makes him look quite amateur―not that it's bad, it is actually really adorable and it turns me on even more. I start to move with him pushing myself further down on him. When I lean my head back in pleasure, he pulls me down to him smothering my mouth with his. I kiss him deeply as we start to speed up. Sweat beads start falling down my forehead and body. His sweet tongue invades my mouth again, gliding against mine. Suddenly, I am on my back and my legs are over Ian's shoulders. He is on my as he starts thrusting again, quickly and deeply. I moan out his name loudly, flushed deeply. I clutch the bed sheets and random clothing nearby, needing to dig my nails into something... anything. I hear the springs of the mattress squeak from all the moving. The bed shakes slightly as Ian moves faster. "Ian..." I say between labored breaths. I reach for him, and he takes my hand and gently kisses my fingers while still thrusting vigorously. He looks at me through eyes that now looked like a greenish-hazel colour. "Harder..." He smiles coolly, trying to cover his flustered expression. He pulls my arms around his neck leaning against me. I grab pieces of his hair, tugging on it. This time, he moves with more gusto, pulling out slowly and then slamming his hard rod back in to the hilt. His body shudders as he's reached his climax. He lets out a last moan and shoots his cum deep in me. I smile lightly, releasing my hold on his now wild hair. I move my hand to his chest stroking slowly down to his dick, pulling it out slowly, remembering its wonderful feeling and what it gave me. "C'mere," I murmur wrapping my arms around his neck again. He smiles leaning down to me and kisses me, gently this time. His hand slides along my dick, which is still hard. He begins to rub gently, causing me to squirm slightly, blushing continuously. After a while, I can't hold it in myself and I come, shivering at the sensation. I fall back, panting lightly. I close my eyes for a moment then look up at Ian, who is staring at me, as if he's seen God. I blink. "What?" "Your face... when you came," he says. He looks at me a little softer now. I look down smiling lightly. "You should have seen your face." I pull him to me kissing his cheek. I stroke his hair gently, lulling him to sleep. When he's is unconscious I look at his face, with is much calmer, almost childish, like a kid. I smile. So, this is what you've been hiding. I stay underneath his sleeping body for another half an hour until I fall asleep myself. I don't sleep for long, for I get most of my energy from sex and food. After another three or four hours, I wake up to the dim sun rising above the horizon of buildings. I blink and look to the still sleeping Ian, who has rolled off of me. I sit up and stretch. I take advantage of this and take a shower. I open my bag and take out a fresh pair of underwear, tight jeans, and a t-shirt. When I am ready to leave, I turn to Ian and kiss his cheek, as a message that he will receive when he awakes.