Dakota

Dakota

It was great to be in the crowd. The music was extremely loud, and it would hurt Connor’s ears if he didn’t wear earplugs. He always wore earplugs at concerts like these, ever since he’d woken up with a dull feeling in his ears, and the odd sensation of hearing everything through cotton wool for a whole day.
He wasn’t the only one, nowadays. All his friends -if you could call the usual entourage friends- had colourful plugs sticking out of their ears. It had even become a way to recognise them in the dark. It made it a lot easier to give beer to the right people. No plugs, no beer. It was that simple.

The punk band was well-known in England; a local band from London. Connor loved the music as well as the band members. He loved to watch the sinewy, half-naked men bouncing around, sweating, showing off with all their might. The crowd, mostly men, were all naked to their waist, and jumping up and against each other.
It was arousing to feel sweaty skin slapping against his own. Conner loved those concerts. He stood at the front, near the stage, giving everything he got. He had a lot of energy. A lot of stress and anger as well. The music and the jumping was just what he needed to let off steam.

Hours later, the band finally stopped playing. They were probably half-dead by then. The crowd still screamed for more, but this time it was truly over. The stage emptied, and the lights went on. Connor leaned against the stage, catching his breath. His chequered pants with chains and buckles, low on his hips, were bulging as if all the energy had collected in his cock. He was hot, horny, and tired. He felt great.

“Beer?”

“Gimme.” Connor yanked the plastic beaker from the offering hand, and emptied it in one gulp. “More,” he rumbled, or so he thought. He couldn’t hear his own voice. He’d only grabbed the beer because it was held in his sight, not because he had heard the offer.

Another beaker was place on stage. Connor took it, and sipped, tasting it this time. It would take a few litres of fluid to replace what he had lost. He pulled out the earplugs, putting them in a pocket. “Thanks,” he said, finally looking up.

“Welcome,” the other smiled.

Connor looked at the young man, sitting on the stage. He looked slightly familiar, but no friend. “Connor,” he said, saluting with two fingers.

“Dakota,” the young man said, still smiling. He was blond, slender and smooth. He was wearing chequered punk pants as well, and his white top was soaked with sweat, clinging nicely to his torso. His Dr. Martens were worn, like Connor’s, but red instead of black.

“Nice name. Do I know you?”

“People call me Kota. No, you don’t.”

“You look familiar...”

“Of course I do. You just ogled my big brother...”

Connor took another sip, observing the youngster with one eyebrow arched. “Yeah,” he nodded slowly. “You look like the singer. He’s your brother? Awesome. I love his music.”

“I could see that,” Dakota laughed. “You made him proud, I’m sure. The whole crowd followed your lead, jumping and bouncing like that. You enjoyed yourself, hm?”

Connor smirked, and followed Dakota’s eyes down to his crotch. It wasn’t bulging as much anymore, now he calmed down. “Yeah,” he shrugged. “It made me horny.”

“Mh,” Dakota nodded knowingly. “Want to pick up some girls now? There are a few watching you, hoping you will pay them attention...”

“There always are,” Connor snorted. “Not interested. Thanks for the beer, kid.” He lifted the almost empty beaker. “Going out for a bite.” Without looking back, he walked over the messy, nearly deserted floor, avoiding the seed-begging eyes of the mentioned girls. At the cloak stand, he pulled his top back on, and fetched his leather jacket.

“Are you from here?”

Connor turned around. Dakota was standing next to him, looking up with his big, blue eyes. “Yes,” he said. “Shouldn’t you be backstage with your brother...?”

“No, why? They’ll be drunk and stoned. They’re no fun for a few days. Fancy some company?”

Quietly, Connor looked at Dakota, trying to determine why a guy like that would like to keep him company instead of drinking and blowing with the band of his brother. “Sure, why not,” he eventually shrugged, deciding it wouldn't harm anyone to have company. His so-called friends were nowhere to be seen, anyway.

“Kebab?”

“Hell yeah. Anything will do at the moment. I’m drained...” London was dark and quiet. Connor liked the big city at this time of night. It was a cold night, cloudless, and he enjoyed the fresh air as they walked to the first take-away on their way.
Connor paid for it, and bought two bottles of sweet lemonade as well. He needed the energy. Looking at Dakota’s drying hair, he figured the boy could use some as well.
“Let’s find a place to sit.”

“The park will do nicely...”

This time, Dakota led the way, walking straight to Hyde. The fact it was open proved it was very late. Or early, just how you looked at it. Connor suddenly felt tired. He flopped down on the first bench he saw, groaning.

“Feeling old?” Dakota joked, sitting next to him.

“It will take a while to get over this, yes,” Connor smiled at him, not insulted at all. Compared to the blonde, everyone would be old. The boy was twenty at most. Connor was close to thirty.

They ate in silence, both enjoying the peace and the stars. The sky was slowly getting lighter. It wouldn’t be first sunrise Connor witnessed, and certainly not the last. He sank down a bit as he drank from the bottle, feeling energised but lazy. It would be a slow stroll home, or maybe he would take a cab. It depended on the company.
“Are you looking for a place to stay?” Connor asked without looking at Dakota.

“Is that an offer?” Dakota pulled his legs on the bench, and shifted a bit closer. “Can I sleep in your bed?”

“No, you can sleep on the sofa. I like to sleep alone.” Even the boy’s pout couldn’t keep him from lying. He wasn’t willing to ravish a youngster. “Shall we go?”

“Why would I want to sleep on your sofa? I have a large bed near here. Want to crash at my place?”

“Kota...” Connor rubbed his eyes, repressing a yawn. Talking about beds made him realise he was knackered. “I said I like to sleep alone, didn’t I?”

“And I almost believed you.” Dakota stood up, and grabbed Connor’s hand to pull him on his feet. “Bed. It’s ten minutes from here. You can make it, I’m sure.”

He made it. He didn’t protest either, longing for a shower and a soft, warm bed. Dakota took him to an apartment in an old building, badly maintained, but remarkable large.

“Me first!” The boy undressed, throwing his sweaty clothes on the floor, running into the bathroom.

Connor had a glimpse of the naked, smooth body, the round bum and cute uncut cock. He shook his head, smiling, and pulled off his clothes. He had no idea what Dakota wanted of him. He could guess, and he didn’t really mind, but he wouldn’t take initiative. He didn’t want to be on the band’s death-list.
“Will you hurry?” he called through the closed door of the bathroom. “I want to sleep...”

Dakota opened the door from under the shower. He had no curtains. Water splashed everywhere as he washed his hair. He grinned through the soap, squinting his eyes. “Almost done...”

Connor leaned against the tiles, crossing his arms and ankles. As Dakota exposed himself like that, he had no issues observing him. He didn’t feel uncomfortable either, being naked like that. Dakota looked back at him. Connor smirked as he saw the boy’s cock growing, and he moved a hand down to his own cock. He scratched his pubes, making his cock swing up and down. Dakota’s erection jerked up.
“Do you often pick up men, Kota?”

“No. Why, am I doing it wrong?”

Laughing, Connor shook his head. “Are you a virgin?”

“Not anymore. Not as such. I mean, no.”

“Mh. One fuck...? Accidentally, perhaps? You enjoyed it, but he doesn’t want to give you another one?” Connor stepped under the water when Dakota stepped away, and wet his short, dark-blond hair to wash it. “Was he drunk or stoned?”

“Both,” Dakota replied, averting his eyes.

“Did he use rubbers?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Do you have rubbers now?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” Connor said again. He was quiet as he washed and rinsed his hair. All the time, Dakota was watching him, standing close by. He could feel the blue eyes on his body, without looking at him. It made him hard, but he ignored it. Even when he felt a warm hand on his abs, he didn’t respond.

“Will you give me what I need, Connor?”

Dakota’s voice was soft and insecure. Connor repressed a smile. “What do you need, exactly?”

The boy’s soapy hand moved down a bit, sliding through Connor’s pubes, tickling the base of his cock. “This beauty, up my ass...” he said softly. “Deeply.” His fingertips tentatively slid along the whole length, and rubbed the piss hole at the tip. “Slowly.” He sighed with a tremble. “Will you?”

Connor looked down on the exploring fingers, and couldn’t keep his smile under control anymore. “If that’s what you want, I’d be more than happy to give it to you,” he promised. If Dakota needed a good fuck, who was he to reject the offer? The boy would probably go out to find someone willing, and end up in the gutter or something. Somehow, Connor felt protective. He didn’t want such a cute kid to get hurt.
“Come to bed with me...”

Dakota darted to his bedroom, wet and naked. He jumped on the mattress, kicking the duvet away, spreading out his limbs. “Come here, and do it,” he said breathlessly. “Rubbers and lube are in my drawer.”

Slower, Connor followed him, still smiling. He crawled on the bed, between Dakota’s willingly spread legs, and leaned over him with his hands on either side of the blond head. He loved to fuck, of course. But he never fucked without a kiss, first. The boy gasped as he pressed his lips on his mouth.

“What are you doing!”

Connor blinked surprised, looking at the shocked face. “Kissing. What do you think I was doing?”

“Kissing?” Dakota echoed, eyes wide. “Why would you kiss me? You don’t even know me!”

Utterly surprised, Connor sat on his knees. “So what? You want me to fuck you while I don’t know you...”

“That’s different, isn’t it?” Dakota scowled at him. “That’s just pleasant. That means nothing. A kiss means... A kiss is...”

Connor tilted his head, waiting for the explanation, but the voice faded. “A kiss is intimate?” he helped.

“Yes,” Dakota nodded, still frowning. He licked his lips, and narrowed his eyes. He seemed to ponder over something, but apparently, he couldn’t find the right words.

“How did it feel?” Connor tried to help him. He leaned down again, observing him from close by. “Did it taste nice?” As Dakota didn’t answer, he brushed his lips over the boy’s, and nipped them. “Have you ever tasted a tongue...?”

“No,” Dakota breathed. He trembled a little as he reached up to touch Connor’s lower lip. He leaned up, carefully pecking a brief kiss on it. He drew back, licking his lips as if he wanted to taste the kiss, eyes still narrowed. This time, he didn’t protest when Connor pressed their mouths together, but he made a shocked sound when the tongue forced inside.

Connor took it easy. He gently rubbed the tip of his tongue against Dakota’s as he slid his wet lips over the soft mouth. It took a moment, but then he felt the slender arms around his neck. Dakota hesitantly kissed him back. Connor lay down, slipping his arms under him, and deepened the kiss. He moved his hips, sliding his cock down, rubbing it against Dakota’s crack. The boy lifted his legs and wrapped them around his hips. He was very willing. As the head of his cock poked against the taut muscle of the ass, he knew Dakota was willing, but not able yet. Instead of lunging inside, he stimulated him, kissing even deeper.

Dakota moaned and squirmed heatedly. Now he got the hang of kissing, he seemed to enjoy it immensely, duelling with Connor’s tongue while making soft, mewing sounds. He pushed against Connor, rolling him on his back without breaking the kiss, and climbed on top of him. He rubbed his hot body against Connor’s.

Connor’s precome and Dakota’s sweat made it easy to slide up and down between the cheeks. The boy was still damp, Connor felt as he explored the slender body. He moved his hands down slowly, cupping them around the round bum, pressing the cheeks together to increase the friction on his cock. The head slipped inside, and he quickly pulled out again. Dakota squirmed until the head entered him again. Connor drew out, and they repeated this for a while longer, significantly heating up.

It was getting difficult to withstand him, Connor realised. His mind was hazed, and he couldn’t think straight anymore. The boy forced over his cock again, deeper this time, and it was almost impossible to pull out. Dakota was kissing him the whole time, sucking his tongue as if it was a lollipop. He wanted to stop him. He wanted to pull out, to take a condom and to lube up properly, and he was about to push Dakota off of him when the boy pushed all the way down. They both tensed their arms, embracing each other as if their life depended on it, sucking their mouths together hard. They both lay still, trembling, waiting out the first wave of euphoria.

Finally, Dakota broke the kiss. He shivered as he pushed up with his hands on Connor’s shoulders. His blue eyes had darkened and were moist as if he was crying, but his wet lips were red and smiling. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something. Instead, he merely sighed, and his eyes fluttered close as he bent his head back in his neck. He moved his hips slowly, back and forth, riding Connor’s rock-hard cock. His nails dug into Connor’s skin, and he sighed again, smiling pleased.

Connor was enchanted. He stared at the trembling, pale body, the hard, pink nipples, and the beautiful erection lying on his belly. Slimy, clear precome leaked on his skin. Dakota slid through it, moving a little faster, breathing heavier already.
He wanted to pull out, he told himself. But he couldn’t move. The tight rectum massaged his cock, contracting rhythmically around it, sending delicious vibes through his whole body. With a groan, he gave in, closing his eyes. His hands crept forward. One slid up to pinch a nipple, as the other closed around Dakota’s cock.

“Ahh... Yes, Connor!” Dakota squirmed, also moving his hands. He tugged at Connor’s nipples, and rolled the hard knobs between his fingers. He licked his lips, moaning. His whole body seemed to blush now, as his temperature was obviously rising.

Unconsciously, Connor pushed his hips up. He could easily press inside the hot body. Dakota moved against him, increasing speed, until they were truly fucking. Dakota trembled harder. His cries were soft, encouraging, and carried Connor’s name frequently. It was clear he would come any minute now. Connor saw the precome getting whiter. “Not yet, you won’t,” he grunted. “Lay down.”

He didn’t draw out as he reversed roles. Dakota fell on his back, legs spread, looking at him with a delighted expression. He moaned as Connor kissed him, and wrapped his arms firmly around his neck. Connor pressed down heavily, fucking him with long, slow thrusts, pushing his tongue deeply in the boy’s mouth.

Dakota gnawed Connor’s tongue in his euphoria. With his legs and arms, he forced the man to move faster. He was no passive lover, using all his muscles, also those in his ass, to stimulate the other.

Connor had to break the kiss. He licked Dakota’s face, sliding to his ear. “Baby,” he sighed. “You’re the greatest...”

With a raw cry, Dakota responded to the whisper. His body stiffened for a moment, and then shuddered. “Connor!” he cried out, bucking his hips uncontrollably. “Shit...!”

“Mm...” Connor moaned close to Dakota’s ear, much to the boy’s delight. He felt the spurts between them, and waited out the uncontrolled contractions before he began to move again. Dakota was boiling hot now, relaxed, and he fucked with sharp thrusts, quickly working towards his own climax. It was impossible to draw out and finish off with his hand. Dakota held him tight with all his strength, keeping him inside, even when he began to ejaculate. He released deep inside, filling him with the result of a whole week of keeping up, and he enjoyed it immensely.

Even when they cooled off, Dakota kept him inside. Connor returned the tired kisses with warmth and pleasure, smiling at him in between. “Happy?” he murmured, nuzzling the hot cheek before he pecked a kiss on it.

“Oh, yes,” Dakota sighed. “That was amazing.” He combed Connor’s damp hair, smiling back at him. “Was it good?”

“It was fantastic,” Connor assured him. His cock hadn’t shrunk completely yet, and it wouldn’t for as long as the boy kept him inside. He enjoyed the contractions and wetness for as long as it lasted. “Never do this again, okay? I know you were hot and all, but I’m not protected. They made rubbers for a reason, you know...”

“I know,” Dakota nodded, pouting a bit. “But you’re okay, right? You wouldn’t have done this if it wasn’t safe, right?”

“Of course not,” Connor said with a slight frown. “But others may not be as honest. It’s not worth the risk, is it?”

“What others?” Dakota looked closely at him, also frowning. “I won’t have others. I have you. You kissed me, didn’t you?”

“Uhm...” Did he hear this correctly? “Kissing is quite normal to do, actually. Who raised you, Dakota? Whoever told you you shouldn’t kiss, was wrong.”

Dakota shrugged, but still refused to let go of his hold. “I now know they were wrong. I don’t care.” He smiled, pretty pleased, and moaned as he closed his eyes. “Can you do it again?” he mumbled.

Connor wasn’t sure what he meant, but he could do everything again. He wouldn’t mind to be this guy’s regular fuck, either. It would beat his wanking any day, and it wasn’t as if he could choose who to fuck when he wanted an ass instead of his lubed up hand. He leaned down to kiss him, and rolled his hips.

Dakota instantly sucked on the tongue, spreading his legs. His ass was hot, wet, and far less tight now. Slick, sucking sounds filled his bedroom as Connor drove his cock in and out. Hairy testicles slapped against wet skin, clearly audible above all the satisfying sounds.

Pushing up on his hands, Connor pulled his mouth loose. He grinned at the boy’s elated expression, and looked deeper down. “Jerk,” he ordered, licking his lips as he saw the erection. He moaned approvingly as Dakota obeyed. “Mmm... Look at that. Delicious, Kota...”

Breathing with deep heaves, Dakota jerked off with fervour. “Connor... Oh, Connor...” His legs were trembling, as well as his voice.

Connor recognised the signs. Dakota was getting tired, but he was too hot to stop. He grabbed one leg, swung it in front of him, and pulled the boy on his knees. Again, he barely missed a thrust. Grabbing the headboard of the bed with one hand, he kept his other arm around the slender waist. Dakota could masturbate without having to worry about keeping his legs up, like that. Connor picked up a nice pace, focusing on his own pleasure, allowing the blonde to do whatever he wanted.

Dakota cried out delightedly. His hand was a blur around his shaft. He moved his hips slowly back and forth, in a different rhythm than Connor, complementing it without trying to keep up. “Yeah! Shit, yeah, Connor!”

This time, Connor was dead-set on beating the boy to it. He uttered a raw cry, slamming into the wet ass, feeling his heat building up in his lower back. It spread, slowly, collecting in his loins. “Goddammit, baby! It’s coming! Brace yourself!”

Dakota looked down between his legs. Connor’s balls drew back, and he heard a loud sucking sound as he felt the heat in his ass. Sperm dripped out, along the inside of his thighs. It dragged him right over the edge. He shot his load on the sheets, uncontrollably wetting everything, happily crying out the man’s name.

“Damn... Damn! That’s so good... So fucking good...” Connor slammed in a few times more, enjoying the aftermath. “Shit, baby... Such a delicious wet ass... Ah!” Another squirt left him, draining his balls completely. He fell on his side, slipping out, and pulled Dakota down on him to kiss him. He pressed a hand between the wet cheeks to feel the result of his pleasure, gently rubbing the tender skin. He broke the kiss with a pleased smack, to look at Dakota. “Mmh...” he remarked.

“I agree,” Dakota said. “Mmh.” He snuggled up close, and sighed pleased. He fell asleep instantly.

Connor managed to cover their cooling bodies with the duvets, without waking him up. He closed his eyes as well, pleased and satisfied. He would worry about what he’d done tomorrow. For now, he was simply happy.