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Eleven pm on Saturday night in the Queer District, the club was rammed with hot men. The sticky wooden floor reverberated against Charlie’s feet and thick fog from the smoke-machine turned everything into a hazy mirage of testosterone fuelled-lust and euphoria.
Charlie knew he looked incredibly fuckable and was soaring with anticipation for the night ahead. The strategically placed neon tassels on his tight, black denim shorts provided an arse beacon to the other punters. His artistically lined eyes popped under navy blue eyeshadow which matched his manicure and he had liberally applied his ‘lucky’ cologne. To top off the look and maximise his multi sensory onslaught on his chosen target for the night, he had adorned a studded choker with dangling charms.
Nights like these pumped oxygen through Charlie’s veins and allowed him to keep a sense of balance in his life. He needed to set all the stresses and monotony of work aside, by ignoring the odd grey hair and occasional aging pains that troubled him. And for a few glorious hours each month, get to act completely hedonistic. To desire and to be desired by a hot, disposable man. No conversation, no strings, a hot fuck in an adequate hotel and someone else to wash the sheets after. Fucking bliss.
Charlie sipped his vodka soda at the heaving bar and felt that familiar three-drink buzz in his extremities, his eardrums vibrating, sweat pricking on his sternum, nipples tingling against his mesh cut-out top. It was time to throw out his bait.
He opened his Grindr app and perused the crop of available prey, many of them practically within touching distance. As usual there was a veritable smorgasbord of horny men to choose from. Some seemed too young for him, or not strong enough to do the job like he needed. And, like always, some were unfortunately just dick pics.
Bingo. “That will do nicely”, Charlie thought, when he landed on a particularly hot photo.
As expected, when Charlie looked up from his phone and leaned back onto the bar, feeling himself already semi-hard with power and anticipation, he met the dark eyes that corresponded with the photo in front of him.
The man was tall and built like a brick shithouse, with biceps like cannonballs and massive thighs, made for smothering a chosen twink. He was fucking gorgeous in real life, Charlie thought, with his sexy librarian glasses, blowjob lips and visible tattoos. His shorts seemed to accentuate the heft that he was packing.
Yes, he would do nicely indeed.
Charlie cocked one pruned dark eyebrow, maintained eye contact and tapped his phone to make the match. The man stood further along the bar, glanced down at his phone and then at Charlie before smirking and ordering a drink.
A tequila shot arrived promptly in front of Charlie with a flourish and then another in front of Mr. Right Now. Charlie raised his glass in thanks and poured salt onto the back of his hand. He slid the salt dispenser back down the bar and licked his sweaty, salty skin clean teasingly slowly whilst evidently being eyefucked. Emboldened, Charlie made a show of licking his lips before downing the bitter liquid in tandem with his conquest and finally sucked a lemon wedge deeply down his throat without flinching.
Once the mystery man had swallowed his own shot, a moment which Charlie could pinpoint by the spontaneous jerk in his knob, to Charlie’s surprise he turned and walked away from the bar. The man took his magnificent, leather clad arse up onto a raised podium where a swarm of beautiful, sweaty men were pressed together, illuminated by strobed lights.
Charlie gulped as the man surprised him by pulling his patterned tank-top over his head to reveal that he was wearing a blue, fabric harness underneath. He winked at Charlie, who was now rock-hard, as he threw his tank-top aside, cupped his crotch and writhed to the EDM blasting through the bar.
Charlie was ready to cast out his eager rod now and make an extra large catch.
Still watching the man provocatively grinding, flexing and perspiring in front of him, in front of everyone, he tapped into the Grindr app once more and threw out his proven line:
Slutty Nurse 🍆🧑⚕️:
You seem fun. Hookup later tonight?
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Charlie rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and took in the generic hotel surroundings after only a couple of hours of slumber. His body ached in the best way, in the most intimate of places and he felt the familiar mixture of tastes on his tongue signifying a night of relentless pleasure seeking.
As suspected given his swaggering display in the club, last night’s hookup had proven himself to be a skilled match for Charlie and had thoroughly fucked fifty shades of stress out of him. They had barely exchanged words beyond panting encouragement and throaty curses with each climax, which was just what Charlie’s body had needed. He had been thrown around, taken apart, navigated through an extensive sexual repertoire and reduced to a spent, quivering heap on laundered sheets. He was somewhat bruised, decidedly knackered, but felt rejuvenated and ready to embrace another stretch of work in the hospital.
Before he got out of bed to rinse the debauchery off his marked skin, he indulged himself by scanning the length and breadth of the absolute mountain of hot manmeat fucked out under the duvet beside him. A swoop of dishevelled hair was hanging across his forehead, and Charlie felt a fluttering sensation in his belly when his eyes focused on the tattoos located on his ring finger and above his heart. Tattoos that matched Charlie’s own.
Charlie tiptoed to the en-suite, squinting at the brightness of the luminescent strip lighting. Smirking to himself, he got ready for a much-needed scrub and an opportunity to daydream about their next hedonistic hook-up trip to Glasgow, where they could relive the unbridled thrill of meeting each other yet again.