Take Me Home

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Gerald and my meeting was more accidental than fated. I was looking for someone that night, but Gerald wouldn’t have been my first pick, if at all. So there were no stars crossing, or coils of destiny—shit just happened. But that’s how the greatest things come to pass, don’t they? Not that I’m really complaining, we still had one helluva night---or least I did.

I had decided to head to the uptown club Sublime, it was the elite club of the time. You had to be at least twenty-five just to get in the fucking place. That peaked my interest. What can be so hardcore, so special about a place that it had such a high age restriction? I had hopped from bar to bar all night, but finally decided to check it out. One main problem, though, I was only twenty and had an even younger looking face. I always wore simple clothing, black shirt and matching jeans, I wore my hair in one of those cropped styles to try and make myself look older, but it ended up doing the exact opposite. I still get carded for cigarettes for crying out loud.

The cab dropped me off a few blocks away and as I neared the building the sweet and heavy beat of techno boomed through the chilly August air. The bouncer up front was standing to one side of the door very menacing and very big. There was no way I could sweet talk my way past him like I do with the others; I made a beeline for the back, hoping I could sneak in. Turning the corner, I saw was there was another bouncer—no, not a bouncer—he came closer to the classification of ‘doorman’ more than bouncer. He was nowhere as fit or domineering as the dude in the front. This would do nicely. I felt a small voice of pride scream in my head for not taking the guy up front, but I quickly squashed it. Ego would only end up with me not being able to get inside, I had to be smart and pick which battles I could win. This guy, I could win over easily.

He was absently smoking a cigarette and looked up lazily as I approached.

“Whaddya want?” He slurred. Ah, drunk as well, this would be easier than I thought.

I flashed him my friendlist smile. “To go in.” He laughed.

“You fucking kidding me, right? You look like you’re still suckin’ on your momma’s tit, boy.”

I kept walking to him and only stopped when I was a few feet away, partially hidden in the shadows where the lamppost’s light didn’t reach. The music from inside changed into an even faster, crazier beat. I imagined all those sweaty bodies, eyes closed, bodies grinding all waiting just for me.

“I suck a lot of things,” I murmured, letting the double entendre hang in the air.

The look on the guy’s face sombered, catching on to what I had just said. He threw his unfinished cigarette to the ground, putting it out with his shoe.

“What are you willing to do to get in, kid?”

I scoffed at him and his lack of tact. An encounter like this is supposed to smooth, erotic. But with that one sentence he turned it into the beginning of a porno. Probably all the guy watches, the dumb bastard. How badly did I want in there? Real fucking bad. What was I willing to do? Nearly anything. I was on a mission tonight and I had yet to get any satisfaction. Still maintaing eye contact and remaining in the shadows I slowly dropped to my knees. I smiled at him.

“Unzip your pants and come here, I’ll show you.”

He chuckled, took a quick look around to make sure noone was around and walked toward me. Yeah, that’s it, you fucker, come to me.

Thirty minutes later I was walking through the back door unhindered, wiping my mouth and hands on the inside of my shirt. I wasn’t truly pleased with myself for what I had done back there, but I’d just add it to the list of others before him. I wish I had gotten his name first, at least.

I slipped in the club and the rock music was so loud it was near deafening. It wasn’t full of strobe lights, wild dancers and crazy sounds. The club was dark except for red sconce lamps that littered the walls, casting long deep shadows over everything. The song died and another immdiately replaced it. Adema boomed from the speakers hanging from the ceiling, hanging off the walls and tucked into the corners of the floor. It made my teeth chatter and I decided what I did back there just might have been worth it. I got a few looks as I passed by a group of chatting women and I gave them my best charming smile. They gave me several ‘come-hither’ looks but I kept walking. They were pretty, might even be fun, but they didn’t grab my attention.

I settled at the bar, attacking the peanuts –or at least I hoped that’s what they were—and let the music wash over me.

“You sure you’re old enough to be in here?”

I looked up and saw the bartender smiling at me. I, of course, grinned back.

“I’m in here, aren’t I?” I replied slyly. “Since you’re here, can I get a drink?”

To my surprise, he shook his head. “I don’t know how you mananged to get in here, but sure as hell aren’t old enough to drink. Show me I.D. to prove me wrong, but I’m not serving you. I’m not gonna rat on you being in here, but I can refuse giving you drinks.”

I frowned. Was this guy really serious? I was pissed…beyond pissed. I managed to get in and now I couldn’t even drink?! I had my I.D., but it wouldn’t do shit except prove to him that he was right. I wasn’t old enough to even get in the club, I sure as hell wasn’t old enough to legally drink. Fuck.

“Just let this one go?” I asked hopefully, maybe I could charm him. “I won’t tell if you won’t.”

Again he shook his head. “I don’t think so, kid.”

I was about to open my mouth to let him know just what I thought about him calling me a kid when I felt a hand rest on my shoulder.

“Peter giving you problems, Toren?”

The bartender, Toren, smiled. “Hey Gerald.”

I turned my head a bit to see this Gerald and had to keep my mouth from dropping. Fuck me, he was hot. He squeezed my shoulder a bit and gave me a quick wink.

“Didn’t I tell you to meet me in the back, Peter?”

I could have done several things just then: ignore him and stay there with a dry mouth or become “Pete” and use this dude for all he’s worth. Yeah, a no brainer.

“Sorry, Gerald. Just call me impatient Pete.” I said with a grin.

Gerald passed two big bills across the counter. “Two of my regular, Toren.”

Toren looked at me with obvious distaste but still made the drinks and passed them over to Gerald. I knew those drinks couldn’t have cost more than ten bucks but I knew that those were crisp one hundred dollar bills. Gerald was obviously paying for more than just two drinks but Toren’s silence as well.

“Enjoy,” he said without much sincerity. I resisted the urge to stick my tongue out at him—I was an adult afterall—and followed Gerald as he walked off. We ended up at a table in the further end of the club, hidden mostly in the shadows. Now what kind of upstanding guy buys an underage person a drink and then takes him in a secluded area? A fucking perv, that’s what kind. Ah, what is this world coming to? We slid in the seats and I took a careful sip of the drink to try and figure out what it was and how shitfaced it just may get me. Ugh, not what I would’ve ordered but at least I didn’t pay for it.

“Am I still Pete now?” I asked.

Gerald gave me a sweet smile but those crystal blue eyes of his were undressing me. It made me think that maybe I’d be better off taking my drink and ditching him.

“You can be anyone you want to be,” he replied smoothly.

“I’m Neil,” I said with a grin.

“Pleased to meet you,” Gerald said softly, still watching me like I was on a plate with an apple in my mouth.

“Sure,” I replied without much enthusiasm and took a few swallows from my glass.

“I’m curious, Neil, how DID you get in here?”

I shrugged as nonchalantly as I could. “A little charm goes a long way.”

“Uh-huh,” Gerald replied, chuckling softly. “I agree, you almost had Toren drowning in it.”

I frowned. Okay, so my charm sometimes didn’t work, so what? He must have noticed that he really pissed me off with that remark and tentatively touched my arm.

“Hey, don’t take it so hard I was just kidding with you.”

“Well I didn’t find it funny, alright?” I grumble.

“How can I cheer you back up?” Gerald said, lowering his voice. I stiffened when I felt his hand slip off my arm and go under the table, resting on my thigh. It slowly traveled up higher like he was testing my reaction to see if I’d let him or cry bloody murder and bolt. He massaged my leg as it went closer to my crotch and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it. When his hand kneaded between my legs I was rock hard and moving my hips into his groping hand. Thankfully the tables were covered so no one would see his hand working between my legs. He slid closer to me and leaned forward like he was whispering in my ear. I’m sure that’s what it looked like to anyone passing us by or would glance over at us. His tongue darted out and explored the inside folds of my ear. I moaned and my cock felt like it was about to burst through my jeans. Gerald’s teeth pulled at my earlobe.

“Can I take you home?”

Should I? Shouldn’t I? Should I? Shouldn’t I? Fuck, I didn’t plan on leaving with someone like him. I didn’t plan on leaving yet, period. Not after all I did just to get in this damn place. But his hand felt too good, his tongue so wet and hot against my skin, for me to really care. I guess I could have fun with him. I turned my head so I faced him and his hot breath flowed over my face and I breathed in the sharp yet intoxicating odor of the liquor on his breath.

“Take me home,” I whispered.

Gerald gave my crotch one last squeeze and pulled away. “Gladly,” he replied softly.

We left the club and twenty minutes later I was walking into his decked out condo. He immediately started taking off his shirt and walked towards what I presumed would be the bedroom. I followed him and as soon as I entered he slammed me against the wall, kissing me as if my lips were his last meal. I knew they were going to be sore by the time I left and maybe a bit puffy too. His hands started to explore my body, groping at me through my t-shirt and he moved his body along mine like a snake. I was essentially trapped, stuck between the wall and his body and I had to say I really wasn’t complaining.

He pulled my t-shirt off and fell back on my lips moaning softly. His hands flew to my jeans and he unbuttoned them as his tongue slipped past my teeth and probed my mouth. I sank down suddenly, pulling out of his grip and away from the kiss and stood up beside him. I walked over to the bed and sat down, sitting back with a smile on my face. Gerald unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the side and his pants followed and he came to stand in front of me. He went down to his knees and slipped his hand inside my jeans and wrapped his fingers around my hard cock. I moaned before I could stop myself and my hips raised off the bed to meet his stroking hand. I bucked when I felt the hot warmth of his mouth engulf the entire shaft. His hair has that weird texture of being soft and stiff that hairspray sometimes gives you. I ran my fingers through it and guided his head as it started to bob at a regular pace. He didn’t use much teeth but dragged his tongue along my cock and clamped his lips down around it like a mini vacuum. I was beginning to lose all regret I had about coming home with him.

His hands pulled at my jeans and he started sliding them down my legs. When he got to my knees I forced my brain to work and pushed him away.

“I can do that,” I whispered. “You get on the bed.”

Gerald smirked but stood up. “I take you home and you tell me what to do?”

I reached out and gave his cock a few hard pulls. “You complaining?”

Gerald pulled away from me and went to the other side of the bed while I quickly shed my pants and boots, leaving them in a neat pile by the side of the bed. Gerald had gone quiet behind me and I turned to see what the hell he was up to.

“Gerald, you—“ I froze as I felt something cold touch my neck as I turned around. Cold like metal. I strained to look and I saw a pretty silver knife at my fucking throat. Fuck! I looked up at Gerald carefully, trying to move as little as possible when the point of the knife was pressed so close to my skin. I was now thinking of what options I had left and how I was going to get my ass out of this mess. Here I was, completely naked in a stranger’s home with a damn knife to my throat. This was not how I wanted my night to turn out.

“Surprised?” Gerald purred. He pushed forward with the knife and I quickly laid back down. It was easily 12 inches and from what I could spot of the handle it was elaborately decorated. Not your ordinary run of the mill knife, and I didn’t want to find out how well he knew how to use it.

He looked down at me with a wicked grin. “You really ought to be more careful with who you go home with, Neil.”



Thought it would be cool to post here and share. I hoped you enjoyed reading and much as I did writing. Later, Peccavi. ^___^