With a champagne glass in hand, he locked eyes with me from across the crowded room. Fuck, he was hot. The shaved head. The chiseled jaw. The bespoke suit cut to flatter his muscular body. His confident stance told me that he was a man who was used to getting what he wanted. And his eyes told me that what he wanted was his cock inside me.
“There’s a grand opening tonight at Indigo Blue, that new denim boutique in the Village,” my girlfriend Hannah had told me earlier that day. “We should go,” she insisted. I reluctantly agreed only because we were starving college students, and the grand opening offered the promise of free champagne and hors d’oeuvres.
The place was a madhouse when I arrived that evening. Journalists, influencers, fashionistas, and hungry NYU students like me crowded the small boutique. Hannah was to meet me there after a study group, but was nowhere in the crowd. “Where are you?” I texted her. “Are you still coming?” It was twenty minutes before she finally responded.
“Sorry. Can’t make it. Study group is running late. See you at home later,” Hannah texted back. There was an absurdly hot guy Owen in her study group whom she talked about all the time. There had been a lot of recent, late-night study sessions, often with Owen. I was beginning to suspect they were fucking. But I shoved my suspicions into my pocket along with my phone.
I looked up at the chaos of the boutique, and there he was, champagne glass in hand, staring at me from across the shop. Fuck, he looked hot. His eyes told me that he wanted me. And the flutter in my chest told me that I wanted him, not to mention the eager twitch deep inside my ass.
Hannah wasn’t the only one playing around on the side. In the past year, I had started fucking around with guys. It had always been buried within me, the desire for cock. I went to Zeus, a gay club in the Meatpacking District, one Saturday night when Hannah was out of town. I got drunk, danced like a freak, and took eight loads up my ass in the men’s room. A random guy scraped me off the bathroom floor after my last load and put me in an Uber. After that, I started hitting Grindr hard, getting my ass fucked several times a week, always when Hannah was in class or working so she wouldn’t catch me. I knew cheating on her was wrong, but I was helpless to resist the urge for dick.
And once again, I was helpless as the hot-as-fuck guy with the shaved head and the glass of champagne made his way across the crowded shop to speak with me. “What do you think of the place?” he asked upon approaching me, never taking his eyes off mine.
“Oh … uh … it’s great,” I stammered.
“You’re just here for the free champagne, aren’t you?” he laughed, raising his glass.
“Yeah. You got me,” I admitted sheepishly. “My girlfriend was supposed to meet me here, but can’t make it.”
“What a shame … for her,” he pouted with feigned sincerity. “I’m Theo … Theo Grant,” he smiled, extending a hand.
“Riley Foster,” I returned, shaking his hand.
“These would look great on you, Riley,” Theo announced picking up a pair of slim-cut denims stacked nearby.
“Oh … I’m just a student at NYU. I can’t afford $300 jeans,” I shrugged.
“Nonsense. It’s on me,” he announced, ripping off the tag from a pair of jeans that were exactly my waist and inseam and tossing them at me.
“Wait. How’d you know my size?” I marveled, inspecting the pair of jeans.
“I sold men’s suits at Saks when I was in college,” Theo shrugged. “I could tell you the size of pants for any guy here … and probably the size of his cock,” he winked.
“Just the same,” I blushed, “I can’t let you buy these for me. They’re too expensive.”
“Well, I own the store, sort of,” he explained. “I’m actually the investor. It’s my buddy’s shop. He’s always dreamed of having his own denim boutique, and I put up the cash for him.”
Damn, I thought to myself, hot-as-fuck, good to his friends … and he’s also got money.
“Do you wanna grab a bite?” Theo asked out of the blue. “These veggie sticks aren’t doing it for me,” he laughed pointing to a wilting crudités platter on a table. “I know a great little Italian place just up the street.”
“Your usual, Mr. Grant?” a young hostess asked before taking us to a private corner booth in a cozy restaurant nestled in one of those old-New York, red-brick buildings.
“Don’t tell me you own this place, too?” I joked, picking up the menu.
“No. I don’t own the restaurant … but I do own the building,” he laughed. “In fact, I own most of this block.”
“Damn,” I exclaimed in shock, nearly choking on the breadsticks that had arrived to the table. What did this hot-as-fuck, wealthy, successful man want with me? I wondered to myself. Oh yeah … he wants to fuck me.
Despite knowing that Theo would likely be having me for dessert, he took his time and ordered us an amazing meal. I felt an instant connection to him, which both excited and scared me. Tossing off his coat and tie, undoing his collar to reveal the hint of a hairy chest, and rolling up his sleeves, Theo then wanted to know all about me and what I was studying at NYU. After giving Theo what felt like my life story over a delicious veal piccata, he began to tell me how he grew up with little money.
“My dad was a janitor at NYU,” Theo told me, sipping a glass of Chianti. “I’d sometimes accompany him on his night shifts and I vowed that I would one day go to NYU and make something of myself. My grades were good enough to get accepted, but not enough for any scholarships. So I busted my ass selling suits at Saks to put myself through college.”
“You’re so good looking,” I teased. “I bet you sold more suits than anyone.”
“I did!” he beamed. “They offered me a job as a sales manager when I got my degree in finance, but I turned it down. I wanted more.” He then took my hand and said, “I’m always wanting more.”
I gave a bashful smile, taking a spoonful of the tiramisu that had arrived. Some of the creamy mascarpone remained at the corner of my mouth after I put down my spoon. “Let me get that for you,” he offered, leaning toward me with his hand grasping my face. But then suddenly his lips were upon mine as he licked the corner of my mouth and then parted my lips with his tongue. Jesus, he was an amazing kisser. Time seemed to stop as he kissed me with a fervor that I had never experienced.
“I think it’s time for me to pay the bill and take you upstairs,” he whispered as our lips parted.
“Yeah. I live above the restaurant,” Theo smiled. “That’s why I brought you here, Riley.”
His apartment was amazing. Brick walls. Large windows overlooking a tree-lined street. And everything tastefully appointed. “Have a seat on the couch,” Theo gestured, disappearing into the kitchen. “I’m going to open us a bottle of wine.”
With Theo preparing the wine, I stripped down, tossed my clothes in a chair, and bent myself over the leather couch, my ass presented for his use. Never in my wildest dreams could I have predicted a guy like Theo would want to fuck me. I couldn’t wait to get his cock inside me.
“Jesus Christ, Riley,” his voice came in shock as he nearly dropped the bottle of wine. “What the fuck are you doing?” Fuck.
“I … uh … I thought you wanted to fuck me,” I stammered, reaching for my clothes. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed.”
“No … Stop,” he protested as I began to pull on my clothes. “Don’t get dressed. I do want to fuck you. But not like that. I’m not some drunk frat boy,” he sneered. I hung my head in shame. “Jesus. I shouldn’t have said it like that. I’m sorry,” he apologized, pulling me toward him into an embrace. “Why don’t we forget the wine, and take this into the bedroom?”
Since I was already naked, Theo let me have the honor of undressing him. Button by button, I undid his shirt, licking his hairy chest and teasing his nips. I then made my way down to his pants, his hard cock straining against the soft fabric of his designer dress pants. Fuck, his dick promised to be big. I unzipped his pants and pushed down his CK briefs, freeing his massive cock in one quick motion. “Holy fuck, you’re huge!” I exclaimed upon getting my first look at his thick, nine-inch cock. But before I could say more, Theo’s lips were upon mine, kissing me with the same intensity as in the restaurant booth.
“I’m still a bit hungry,” Theo teased, scooping me up in his muscular arms and placing me on the bed. Kissing me again, he then moved down my body until he was between my legs, pulling my legs apart, and pushing his tongue into my puckered hole. None of the guys who had fucked me before had ever taken the time to eat me out, and I was reveling in the sensation.
“I can’t take it anymore,” I finally moaned, my back arching as Theo went to town on my hole. “I want you inside of me,” I begged. Theo licked his lips upon coming up for air, gave a devious grin, and then positioned himself above me, the tip on his massive cock resting against my wet, eager hole.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Theo exclaimed pushing into me. “Jesus, your ass feels incredible.” Planking above me, Theo began to treat my hole to some slow, deliberate strokes before gradually increasing his pace. I’d never been fucked so well. “You feeing good?” he asked, thrusting deep inside me.
“Yes,” I nodded, barely able to speak, as I gripped his buttocks.
“That’s it. Hang on to me,” he instructed. “It’s about to get intense.” Theo then raised himself higher and began to jackhammer my hole at a feverish pace. His sweat rained upon me as he pummeled my hole over and over again. Jesus, it felt incredible. I didn’t want it to stop, but I knew he couldn’t last much longer at that pace. “Fuck, Riley,” he cried out urgently. “I’m about to bust … FUCK.”
“Yeah, breed my hole,” I cried as his cock swelled and throbbed within me, releasing his warm seed. His lips were upon me again, kissing me with fervor as his balls finished emptying inside me.
“Holy fuck, that was good,” Theo exhaled upon collapsing atop me. We stayed that way, melded as one, for several minutes before Theo arose from the bed. “I gotta take a piss,” he announced. “Must be all that wine at dinner,” he laughed while trotting off to the bathroom. He joked about trying to piss through his still-hard cock, and then returned to bed once his bladder was empty. “What are you doing?” he asked, finding me on my phone.
“I’m just calling an Uber,” I answered, staring at my phone.
“An Uber?” Theo asked incredulously. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No … Not at all,” I replied in truth. “I just thought you’d want me to leave now that you’ve tapped my ass.”
“Riley, I don’t want you to leave,” Theo pleaded softly, pulling me into his arms. “You’re not just another notch on my bedpost, another ass to tap. I like you … a lot. I want to get to know you more. And I’d like you to spend the night with me. But … you don’t have to stay.”
“I … I’d like to stay the night,” I demurred. “But my girlfriend Hannah. I should get home to her.”
“Riley, I don’t know all that much about your relationship with Hannah,” he spoke softly, stroking my back. “But it seems to me that it’s not much of a relationship if you’re here with me. And you can’t spend the rest of your life with her while getting fucked by a line of guys in the men’s room at Zeus.”
“Wait … How do you know about that?” I asked incredulously.
“I was there … that night at Zeus,” Theo confessed. “I saw you dancing and thought you were cute as fuck. I was about to approach you to buy you a drink when some guy pulled you into the men’s room. And then an hour later, I went to take a piss and found you still in there, hunched over a toilet with your pants around your ankles.”
“Wait … Are you the guy who put me in the Uber?” I asked, astonished.
“Yes, Riley,” Theo answered. “That was me. And I’ve never forgiven myself for not doing more to help you that night. And when I saw you at the grand opening tonight, I knew I had a chance to make things right.”
“I was fine,” I assured him. “Thank you for the Uber, but it was my choice to get fucked by eight guys in a men’s room. I didn’t need help or for you to be, like, my savior or something.”
“I’m not saying that you needed a savior,” he refuted. “But I’d like it if maybe you could need me. Because, after this night together, I feel like I might need you … in my life.” Before I could respond, my phone buzzed from the bed table.
“Fuck. It’s Hannah,” I exclaimed, reading her text and tapping out a quick reply to her. “She said she’s still studying with her friend Owen, and that I shouldn’t wait up for her.”
“Well … What did you tell her?” Theo asked, propping himself up on one arm.
“I told her not to worry … because I wasn’t coming home tonight,” I laughed while reaching for his still-hard cock. Theo’s lips were upon mine as he began to plank above me once more.
“I hope you know that when I invited you to spend the night,” Theo said while pushing his big cock back inside me, “I didn’t mean that we’d actually get any sleep.”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
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