It had been a while, alright? I was pretty hard up when I went down to the club. I'm not usually the scene type, but come on. I hadn't had sex in months. Since I'd left Sam, my last boyfriend, I hadn't even felt a hand on my cock other than my own. Sam had been a great lay, and gorgeous to boot...too bad he also thought I'd owed him the moon and stars for it. Even though my flat was a lot more peaceful these days, I missed having someone there who was always up for it. So, with desperation pulling me out of my shell, I threw on a tight T-shirt and my best pair of jeans and headed down to a place where I'd been once or twice before, when things got to a boiling point. And that's where it was now, without a doubt. I felt like my cock was going to pop out of my jeans of its own accord and leap right into the nearest lad's arse!

It was hot and crowded inside. They always kept the lights a little lower than you'd expect, so walking into the club was like walking into a cave. The smell of sweat both old and new was heavy in the air. I didn't usually like places like this, but tonight? I felt my heart beating in my bollocks from the moment that smell hit my nostrils. Sweat, with the undertone of sex, and hot bodies in the dark. This was just what I needed. I started dancing, on my own at first, but it didn't take long for two other lads to join me, grinding their hips and pushing up against me. No one was kidding anyone: we were all there for the same thing. The dancing was just a way to figure out who'd you like to throw down on the floor.

I was smiling hopefully at a slim young thing in a mesh shirt when I felt something hot and wet on the back of my neck, followed by a whisper. 'Guess who?'

I turned around, only to be met by...well, not the last person I expected in this place, but not someone I expected to see smirking at me like the cat who ate the canary. It was Sam. I made a face at him. 'Oh. You.'

'Well, aren't you happy to see me?' He stood, hands on hips, his eyes raking up and down my body like the night we first met. He'd always been the forward one.

I had to admit, though...he was looking good. He wasn't in leather or mesh - or shirtless, like some of the guys - but he drew a lot of admiring looks. He was short, slim but strong, with sandy hair and a devilish little grin. It was that smile that first made me hard for him - and he was using it at full strength now, now that I was hard up. Damn the little fucker, I thought. 'What are you doing here? This isn't your usual lair.'

He shrugged. 'Felt like a change. I suppose you did too.'

I turned away from him, trying to find the mesh-shirted twink again...but he'd vanished in the crowd. Meanwhile, Sam was still behind me, and the beat of the song shifted to something more driving. He put his hand on my hip and thrust against me. I felt how hard he was. The blood seemed to be rushing to my head - and to my cock. I'd forgotten how easily he could turn me on.

'What do you say?' he whispered in my ear. 'We could have a go, one last time.'

'Can't get it anywhere else?' I snapped.

He laughed. 'What if I want it from you?' His hand curled around my hip and to my crotch, grabbing my already throbbing cock.

I spun around, pushed him through the crowd, and backed him up against the wall. 'You want it from me?'

He was breathing heavily, and his face was red. He looked...well, he looked fucking hot, and gagging for it. Who cared that he was a manipulative little shit? Right now all I wanted was to fuck him right into the wall! I knew that going that far would get us tossed out and banned, so I grabbed his wrist and dragged him to the bathrooms. One of the stalls was free, and I threw him in there and closed the door.

I fumbled at his pants; the zipper stuck, so I...I broke it! Right then and there, I didn't give a shit. I pulled them down and flipped him over, spitting into my hand and moistening his arsehole. I didn't want to mess around, I just wanted to fuck him. I took a condom from my pocket, unzipped, rammed the rubber onto my cock, and thrust into him. He cried out and thrust himself backwards, impaling himself on me. 'Fuck, that's good!'

I just thrust harder, grabbing my bollocks and squeezing them. It felt like I was going to cum, and I didn't want to waste it - I wanted to spray it all over his face. I pulled out and flipped him over, pushing him to his knees beside the toilet. I pulled off my condom, and with a few hard squeezes I shot my load all over his face. His eyes were closed and he looked fucking gorgeous all covered with my cum. I grinned. 'Well,' I said, 'that was a nicer last time than before.' It took a lot to not lick my own cum off his face, but somehow I didn't. I walked away, leaving him well-fucked and breathless.

What can I say? I wanted him to remember me!