12 Christian (NSFW)

The exclusive show had ended, and I was standing by myself sipping on my margarita while Brad had gone to take a piss. I had explained about my relationship with Christian to Brad, and he was pleasantly surprised.

Christian had always been very reserved and quiet, sitting next to me in class back in high school. I had always kind of liked him, seeing his gentle assured face gazing upon the blackboard, his pen being spun in his fingers.

Now he was spinning on stage around a stripper pole in a confident display, stripped all the way down to nothing but his sparkly green speedo.

"Hey," Someone patted my back.

I turned to see Christian, now fully clothed. He had a grey t-shirt on and long black sweatpants. He was a clean-shaven white guy with fade haircut, had a tuft of textured short blonde hair sitting atop his head and very large characteristic ears.

"Hi, Christian," I smiled. 'It's been so long."

"I know,"

There was an awkward pause, before he continued, "So that was your boyfriend, huh?"

"Hmm?"

"The guy you were with,"

"He's not my boyfriend…"

"Then good."

"Good?"

"Come, let's talk in the staff lounge," He motioned towards a pair of dark purple curtains behind the stage.

"I've missed you, Ped." He continued to speak with his back turned to me. "More than you've imagined."

I was surprised to hear that, but I kept quiet.

"Still the quiet one, aye?"

"No, it's just…" I followed him to a dark, inconspicuous room housing a large leather sofa and a wooden table piled with empty Red Bull cans. The loud music had faded once we entered the room. "I don't know what to say. We need to catch up on things. We haven't even spoken after you went back to London."

Christian stopped in the center of the room and looked me up and down, suddenly making me feel self-conscious.

He grabbed me by my waist and started kissing me, licking my lips.

I hadn't masturbated in days, so I was kind of horny as well. I went with it.

I grinded my hips against his crotch as we made out. It wouldn't hurt if Brad didn't know, I thought, or maybe he would want to join us and we could have a threesome.

My mind rushed to think of all the possibilities as Christian's hands found their way onto my nipples, flicking them through my shirt.

"You glowed up," He whispered.

"So did you,"

"I should introduce you to the twins someday,"

"The what now?"

"Abel and Tyler would love to get their hands on you," Christian smirked, undressing himself.

"Wait, will anyone come in here?" I worriedly asked.

"No, not tonight. This is my dressing room," He explained. "We can do whatever we want, of course unless you don't want to."

I gave him my answer by falling back into him, smearing his mouth with mine, penetrating his mouth hole with my tongue.

"Damn, I want to eat your ass up like a cupcake," I muttered, groping his fine bubbly ass cheeks, digging my fingers into the soft flesh.

"Oh yeah," He turned his ass towards my crotch and grinded it back against me. "You like how my ass feels on your dick?"

I held his chin from behind and turned his head around so I could kiss him, exchanging our saliva and exploring each other's mouth.

I kept on dry humping his ass, my erection creating a wet spot on my pants. Christian groped my bulge and rubbed it passionately, as I pressed my hard-on into his hand, feeling the warmth of his fingers holding on to my balls.

I felt like I could already cum through my pants, my mouth getting busy again swapping spit with Christian. I swirled my tongue around his and felt his wet gum.

I reached to touch his cock from beneath his pants, my thumb pressing into his ass. I felt as if I could punch a hole through his sweatpants and push the fabric of his underwear inside his juicy ass.

Here we were, two gay guys groping and making out with each other in the staffroom of a gay club.

"If only I had a condom right now, I'd let you hit it so hard," He whimpered.

"I'd make your hole weak for days, and I'll make you beg for it." I bit his earlobe.

He moaned and kissed me more, as we continued to make out.

"Your Uber is here, Harris!" A voice boomed from outside the room, putting a halt to our make-out session.

"Oh shit, I almost forgot," Christian quickly scrambled to put on his shirt.

He reached for his wallet on the table and turned to me, who was still sexually unsatisfied.

"I'm sorry about this… abrupt goodbye."

"I'd love to take you back to my hotel, Ped. But I think you wouldn't want to leave your friend out there, huh?" He patted my cheek. "Nice seeing you again. Catch up sometime."

And abruptly, Christian left.

Wow, so that was that, I thought.

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I stood back near the table where my empty cocktail glass was.

"Ped!" I heard Brad's voice from behind.

I turned around to see him in a surprising attire.

There he was, standing half-naked and wearing a black leather harness on his chest complete with metal rings and a leather belt around his hip, while his legs were cladded with glossy latex pants.

"Brad!" I was shocked. "What the fuck are you doing?"

He walked up to me, and silenced my mouth with a kiss as he held my lower back. I could see people around us watching.

"I can't make do in front of all these people." I leaned in closer to him.

"Aww, I rented these, buddy," Brad looked thoroughly disappointed. "Guess I'll have to return them."

"Hey, how about this," I suggested, wanting to cheer him up. "Let's buy the harness and we can have fun with it in the comforts of your own home."

"We can also buy some other gear; it'd certainly be fun!" Brad seemed cheerful again. "Come now, there's a shop right next door."