“A bouncer at a club. I got a fake ID to go there. I knew a guy up at Stanford who could get real-looking fakes or so he said. Looked real to me. So, I showed up to this club. Didn’t tell anyoneI was going.” Sebastian sighed. “Guy wasn’t fooled at all. He told me to come with him. I thought I was so busted. But he took me into a back room of the club.” He knew he was blushing in the dark again. “Told me to suck him. I kept gagging and he was getting mad.”
“Son of a bitch.”
He nodded. “Yeah. After a while he got frustrated with that and pushed me down on some old table, pulled down my pants and fucked me.”
“Did you even enjoy that? Because it sounds a bit like force to me.”
“I was more startled than anything. I’d sort of practiced with butt plugs and dildos before that. But it wasn’t terrible. After he got himself off, he did jerk me off.”
“I still don’t like him,” Pablo said.
Sebastian laughed. “Thanks. Things have gotten way better since then.”