Rehab

My name is Rick but you probably already know me; not by name maybe but you’ve definitely seen me dancing, or kissing some guy, and another one the next night, and another one the next.
You don’t know my name but you know who I am. You’ve seen me because I’ve wanted you to see me. I walk in the room with my tight jeans and walk around the place inviting you to see my ass.
I’ve danced knowing that you were looking at me, smiling at the fact while you think I’m flirting with you. I’ve taken my shirt off and pretended nobody was looking at me, when everybody was.

My name is Rick, and you don’t know who I am.

“The place was exploding with energy as the beat intensified. My shirt was already off and I felt drops of sweat go down my back as the heat of the place was at its full capacity. I swayed my hips and moved my arms to the beat and ‘modestly’ looked at my body as I moved. For the past forty minutes I’ve felt eager stares eating me up. I had been approached by six men since I got to the place, and I felt could almost feel their hard ons as they… subtlety… danced their way close to me.

The place was so full I was no longer dancing alone, but with my bare back against another back, shoulder to shoulder and my dick pressed against as many asses I could press it against.

Don’t know about you but it’s getting me hard just thinking about it. And if I imagine what the horny and anxious men were thinking as they looked at me and felt my body close to them.. mmm.

Were they thinking how big my cock was? They could probably get a good picture since my bulge only got bigger as the night went on. Were they thinking of touching my golden skinned, fit… hard, body? Were they thinking of what it would feel like to fuck my perfect round ass or to have their hard dicks sucked by my full lips? Were they dying to know who would be the one to go with me… or if I would go home with more than one? Having me between to men, fucking me, sucking me, getting sucked, moaning, and sweating. Would they be satisfied just looking like they were then?

Fuck I could cum just thinking about this. Oh, sorry. You’re not gay right? You’re probably disgusted right now and I bet you want to beat the shit out of me. But I don’t think you do, I think you’re as turned on as me and if wasn’t for the situation we’re in you’d throw me on this couch and fuck me."

“Careful” he replied coldly. I smiled.

“Would it be ok if I jerked off? I’m a little tense.”

1

I lid a cigarette and closed my eyes as I felt the warmth go down my throat and the delicious smell relax my body.

“Anyway… for me to remember a face the guy’s gotta be really fucking good.No offense"

He shot me a cold look. I smirked.

“What is it you want me to tell?” I asked annoyed.

He hesitated. “Were you always like this?”

“Like this?”

“Shallow, cold, egotistical?”

“Jealous asshole” I thought. “Guess not.”

With his eyes he urged me to tell more. I rolled mine.

“Before…I was scared, I guess. Being gay isn’t a rainbow as some might imagine” I smoked as I arranged my thoughts. “At 19 I came back to the city and started going to gay clubs and was fucking freaked out of my mind. I had this idea that it would be a bunch of crazy queens and everybody fucking around on the dance floor while they were drugged out of their minds. And it was” I laughed. “It’s not only queens though. Anyway, I loved it and didn’t find it as aggressive as I thought, so I started going every Saturday or Friday and the urge to be gay and after a little while the beast I had contained for so long, that had fed off my fears and angers was finally free, and my urge to be with a man became a desire to be with as many as I could. But I never went home with anyone; I was the virgin Mary… back then.”

“When was your first time?”

I shot him a hateful stare after he asked that question. “Later” I teased, he looked at me coldly. “I met a guy. He was just like me; a virgin, thought it was fucked up that the gay scene was nothing more than sex and drugs and that even though everybody said otherwise, we thought real love did exist” I took a deep breath as I thought how stupid I was “After a few days we were officially a couple and after a few weeks we fucked and it was awful. But every time it got better till it good to a point that it was perfection, every time. But it was more than sex, a lot more. I opened myself to someone like I never had, we were one and-“ I stopped myself. “We were one” I whispered.

“OK. That’s it for today. See you next Monday” he said as he closed his shitty notebook and stood to open the door for me.

Fucker.

I went out the door and walked unenergetically to my room. I snarled when I opened the door and found my freak of a roommate was on his bed staring out the window.

I locked myself in the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My golden skin tone was gone and I was now pale. My eyes were red and my full lips looked almost purple. My fit, hard body was skinny and I felt like throwing up every hour.

I sat on the toilet seat. I could still feel his skin against mine, the smell of his breath, his scent, the smoothness of his body. My dick grew hard as I remembered what it felt like as my cock went inside his tight ass. He moaned as his hole pressed around my thick dick. He screamed as I thrusted it all inside in him. My dick ached in my pants as I remembered how good it felt to have his ass cheeks pressed against my body, to look at my dick going in and out of his ass, to kiss his soft lips, to jerk him off as I fucked him, to feel my dick explode inside him as we both collapse on the bed.

I opened my eyes and looked down at my throbbing dick and cum filled hand, and then at the white, cold bathroom I was in.

“Fucking rehab”