Night on the Town

You joined him at the bathhouse tonight. You don’t always come with. Tonight there were a lot of guys, various guys of shape, size, age. Some were hairy, some were smooth. They are all here for fun. They all want to play.

He walks you around, room to room, showing you off. He finds a good, decent, public place. This is where he puts you on your knees. He shoves your face in his crotch, you inhale. You open your moth and put out your tongue, but he slaps at your face.

Not yet. He bops your nose.

Not until he is ready.

He opens your mouth and sets his manhood on your tongue. He grips the back of your head and pushes onto himself. He thrusts once, twice, three times… then stops, looks you in the eye. In one quick movement, he turns you onto hands and knees. He’s trained you well.

He straddles you and walks end to end. He slaps his cock down your spine as he makes his way and he mounts you. He rubs lengthwise up and down your crack, greasing you up with his sticky precum. He slides himself inside you. Oh, he feels good. He knows all the right spots. He stretches you just right. He knows where your prostate is and just how to milk it, but he stops before you can orgasm. You can’t cum yet.

But he does. He floods your inside with a weeks load. He’d been saving it for just this moment. Mark his territory, make sure all the other guys tasted him when they played with you. Made sure you had his scent before you took on more. He wanted to feel your lubrication and know you were his first.

And you?

You are worked up. Your heart rate quickens, you close your eyes, and you breathe deep. The room is filled with the scent. Leather and sweat. Just a hint of disinfectant from the night before. It takes you back to your first night out together.

You get it. You understand that thing inside you. That animalistic urge buried deep inside our DNA. That cry from our ancestors to run, to touch, to love, to fuck. You let it out. You set it free. It envelopes you like a warm hug.

You are still you, but you’re something else.

You are a beast.

You have always been a beast.

You are an animal. Set free of your cage.

You are wild.

You are amongst your pack of wild animals.

YOU ARE A WILD ANIMAL AND YOU…

You need to fuck.

He will find you again at the night’s end. He has kept an eye on you while he played too. You are safe with him. You are his and he is yours.

You have made new friends, you tell him. He knows. He watched. He lets you tell it anyway. You smelled so many armpits, rubbed them right on your face. A guy with a mustache, he came back to fuck you three times.

And the things that you saw all the other guys do, you might want to try them one day. You played today, but you didn’t cum. You saved that for him.

You are a good boy. You are his very good boy.

He’ll bring you back soon, but right now…

You will be tired, you will be worn down. He will take you home.

He gives you a ride, piggyback, and carries you up and into bed.

The full moon shines through a crack in the curtains. You turn from it’s glare and bury yourself into his warm embrace.