Chapter 7 The Beginning of Bareback Michael - Bareback Sex Short Story

Lost in Ecstacy

My cousin Anthony sat down opposite me in the sauna while the two guys I had just been with made their way to the showers. "How'd it go", I asked him, trying to stop my legs from trembling. "Okay", I got bored though", he said, pulling the towel lower. The sound of hissing continued filtering from the coals that had just been bathed in several spectacular streams, the last few drops now running down the side of my leg.

I began calming down. I don't think my cousin suspected what had just taken place and I didn't want to contemplate what would happen if he did. Suddenly, panic returned as a familiar scent swam through my nostrils. Salt. The aroma of desire spilling over in unrestrained rivers burning over the coals of the sauna. I jumped up and headed for the door when the towel that was wrapped around me fell to the floor and I bent over quickly to pick it up. Anthony watched me and as I tied the towel back around my waist, I realized that I had been in the sauna for so long, the heat had melted whatever discretion the towel might have afforded me. A long, swollen outline ran over the front of it and I quick stepped over to the water fountain and let the frigid water splash over my face, into my mouth, and down my throat. Water had never tasted so good.

I returned to the sauna with a cup of water and splashed it over the coals. Steam hissed out and for the second time while my cousin sat with his legs spread apart, eyes half open, in the calming heat of the room. "Thanks. I think it needed that" he said, wrinkling his nose slightly. After leaving, we dressed and headed back home.

The weekend passed by without much fanfare and I spent an afternoon with my mother shopping for some pants and shirts. "You need to keep eating" she said, holding up a pair of jeans and pointing to a label that read "30 X 32". I picked up my shirt and smacked my stomach. "I'm eating- it's just going to other places I guess", as my eyes followed a thin trail of hair downwards. "Yeah", she replied, reaching around and smacking my backside. We laughed and picked out some really nice outfits. She knew I was feeling down about not getting into any of the schools I had chosen yet and, as always, she knew how to pick me up when my heart began sinking. Besides that, my mom had impeccable taste in clothing.

"A Kevin called for you while you were away with Anthony", my mom said to me that night. "Okay I replied. She gave me an odd look but I did not want to pursue the conversation any further. When Thursday rolled around, I unfolded a piece of paper that had sat on my bureau for over a week. It was one of those seemingly useless pieces of paper whose location I knew exactly and which never really left my mind although I hadn't seen or touched it for eight days. Fridays belong to Sin...

Friday evening arrived and when I got out of the shower, I rubbed oil over every inch of my body. Each piece of clothing I put on tingled. I wore a pair of new jeans, fitted, but not too tight, a t-shirt, and a pair of brown boots. I slicked my hair back and sprayed a thin mist of cologne over my neck before heading out the door.

When I arrived at Sin, it was already pretty crowded. I was glad I had already smoked a joint outside since the security was tighter than anything I was used to. In fact, it was one of my first times at a 'big club' and I was a little nervous about how the evening would go. The club consisted of two levels, a main level with a large open floor and an upper level which was smaller and circled the perimeter. Those on the second level could look down at everyone below and yet there was still room to dance. The upper level was supported by a maze of steel bars that criss-crossed one another. On either end, there was a chain that suspended two metal cages and each cage held a dancer, one male, one female. Periodically, a cloud of smoke would shoot over the floor and rise up, obscuring the dancers and filtering into the cages themselves. The club's name was indeed well deserved.

I ordered a drink and a very attractive bartender handed me two cups. Before I could tell him I had only ordered one, he winked and took the bill, returning change for only one drink. "Thanks" I said. He looked at me and shook his head before taking the next customer. I finished off the drink faster than I should and by the time I got through half of the second one, the weed and liquor began taking its effect. I stood quietly on the side of the dance floor and watched as everyone moved to unbelievable grooves. I wanted to dance but for some reason, I could not bring myself to get out and start moving. I began scanning the crowd until my eyes reached a corner of the club. A red laser light was pulsing a steady beam through the crowd and in the midst of it all, my heart froze at what I saw...

His body was slender but athletic and he moved gracefully. The beam swept over his face and in its light, I could see Kevin, dancing body to body with a very attractive, somewhat shorter guy. The two were both smiling at each other and my heart began pounding. My fingers squeezed over the plastic cup as the rest of my drink spilled over my fingers and onto the floor. I hardly noticed and as I walked closer, someone bumped my shoulder. "Watch out", I heard from far off. "You watch out", I said, glaring at the person who had just bumped me. He read my look and moved to the side. I took one last glance at Kevin and realized that there was only one emotion running through me. It was causing my blood to boil and with a new alertness, I moved to the opposite side of the dance floor. From high above, a figure watched me in the shadow of the metal catwalk where dozens of other dancers were grooving to the beat. As I stood near the center of the main floor, I looked up. From between the criss-crossing metal grate, I spotted him. Striking. Long, wavy black hair, a solid nose, full lips, strong chin, a profile nearly obscured by several people surrounding him. But as I looked up, there was no mistaking the glance. The direction of his stare. The intent behind his dark eyes. In the next instant, he disappeared and I scanned frantically. To no avail. He was nowhere to be seen.

In those few moments, an old familiar feeling returned. In the middle of the floor, surrounded by hundreds of gorgeous men, I felt completely invisible. Irrelevant. Alone. Some reject that couldn't get a real job. A nobody who couldn't get into college. Writing about things I don't really even understand. Hoping that by seeing my words on paper, I can make sense of a life that seems very pointless. I looked straight ahead at the dozens of men who were grooving to tribal rhythms. The laser swept over me and I wished it could have burned me into a pile of ashes while I imagined the remains blowing around every corner of the club, being stepped on by hundreds of stomping feet. Melting into total obscurity. And then he reappeared.

I stood transfixed as the man I had spotted on the upper level now stood no more than fifteen feet away. He was staring at me and now that I could see him more clearly, I realized just how beautiful he was. It almost hurt to look at him and I turned away. When I turned back, he was gone again. But this time I was able to spot him. He was making a circle, moving silently through the crowd of dancers and his stare did not leave me. My heart began to race again while he continued his circle.

Without realizing it, I had made a complete circle in the very spot I stood and in the next moment, a man with the most impossibly beautiful face, a thin gold chain resting over a solid chest, arms folded together, smooth brown skin, full red lips, now stood directly in front of me. I couldn't move even if I had wanted to and he extended a long arm, smooth veins running over his skin, a hand reaching towards me. His lips curled up into a smile. "I'm Nevo", he said, in a deep voice. I was speechless and I pointed to my ear, pretending not to have heard him. He leaned forward, the side of his face brushing against my neck, his lips touching my ear. "You shouldn't be alone. Why don't you come upstairs for a quick dance".

I barely heard what he said. All I could think about was the way in which his lips against my ears had caused a rush of blood to my ear. He ran a soft fingertip directly over a huge vein that was bulging out of the side of my neck and pulled back, extending his hand downward towards mine. Without a word, I took his hand and walked with him up a narrow spiral staircase to the upper level. I hoped Kevin was somewhere watching.

We reached a corner and as the laser continued its sweep below, a billow of smoke swam upwards through the grates and bathed the two of us. Nevo pulled close to me and his hands swept over the back of my arms, pulling me closer to him. I looked into his eyes and with one hand, Nevo reached behind me and gently pulled the back of my neck, moving me closer to him. His other arm reached around and pulled me in from the small of my back. He released his hand from my neck and closed it gently around my throat, his fingers reaching upwards as they pulled my mouth open. In the next moment, I could feel his lips against mine and whatever hesitations I had were erased in an instant.

I lost track of time and as we were kissing, he pulled back and looked at me. His lips were wet and he licked them, his stare never leaving me. Nevo reached into his pocket and pulled out two small white tabs. Now he was pulling me closer again and when our mouths closed on each other, I could feel his tongue pushing a small, hard tab onto the back of my tongue. I swallowed the tab as his fingers massaged my throat. For the next hour or so, we danced together until a sensation, something I had never experienced before, swept over me. It was indescribable but I have to try and describe it.

While we danced, a tingling sensation began sweeping over my lips. Shortly after, my whole body began tingling and the feeling of wanting to be touched, to be caressed over and over again, swept over me. Nevo pulled me closer and we stopped dancing. I could feel the muscles beneath the tips of his fingers, smooth and strong, running over my body. Without realizing it, we decided to bolt the club and in the dark confines of a cab, we headed towards his apartment. During the cab ride, Nevo reached over and unzipped my pants. I could feel soft hands stroking me and although it was not a new experience, I had never felt anything like this before. It was as if I could feel every vein in my penis throbbing with pleasure, every inch of it, throbbing in what could only be described by one word. Ecstasy. Ecstasy. Pure Ecstasy.

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As the cab rumbled through the streets, it was as if I could feel the tires running over the pavement. The vibrations ran through me, sending even more pleasure through my body. Time seemed to fracture and in the next moment, the two of us were in one of those old elevators that you have to manually operate. I fell against the metal wall and he pulled the lever, sending the elevator upwards. I found myself in another time frame and Nevo shoved me against the wall of the elevator and held me by my neck. Something in me snapped and in the midst of the pleasure, I grabbed him and threw him back. The two of us were ripping each others clothes off and when he pulled my jeans down, something long and tick flopped against my stomach, the sound of it could have woken the dead- in my altered state of mind. I pulled down his pants and pushed him against the floor. The elevator jerked to a stop and the metal fence pulled back on its own. We had reached the top floor. The entrance to his loft.

The whole experience had become completely surreal to me. As we walked into his loft, all I could think about was how badly I wanted him. It wasn't a usual longing though. This felt like need, as if I would die unless we began kissing again. I couldn't believe how badly I wanted him and when we reached a corner of the loft where a large mattress lay, I fell helplessly on top of it. His hands pulled my pants off and my skin began tingling against the soft down of the white blanket that rested beneath me. If there really was a heaven, I had died and this was it. After pulling off my shirt, I propped myself up on my elbows and stared up at the man who now stood over me. The most beautiful face, chiseled body, gorgeous lips, dark eyes, stared back down at me and I could feel moisture welling up in my eyes. My legs spread apart on their own and as he lowered himself closer to me, I could feel myself growing even harder. As long as it was, it would probably never reach the length it now grew to when his lips opened and kissed the head. A clear drop of something sticky painted his red lips and he leaned forward, resting a solid jaw against the side of my face, pressed his lips against mine, and I could feel everything melt in an indescribable salty wet warmth. In that moment, there was nothing I wouldn't have done. I knew it and when he grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs apart without breaking his stare, he knew it too.

Nevo. His name blinked in my mind like a broken neon sign and I could feel lips beginning to swallow me. When he got halfway down the shaft, I could feel his throat tighten and he pulled it out, letting it slap against my stomach. He threw his head up and shook it back and forth. His jaw opened and closed and he looked down at me and smiled. There were few people who had ever been able to take the entire thing and I did not believe he was going to be one of them. No matter. He was just too beautiful. His hands, which were still gripping my ankles, now spun me completely around, burying my face in the soft blanket. Nevo's hands began spreading me apart, very gently but firmly. I could feel warm breath approaching an opening that seemed forbidden. I was not prepared for what was about to happen.

The sensation of something warm, soft, and very wet brushed against a part of me, an opening that was not familiar with pleasure. Nevo's tongue swept over the area he had widened with his giant hands and I could feel myself growing harder again. His hands swept over my legs and reached back up again to spread me apart even further. His tongue, soft and warm, began slowly pushing its way inside of me and my legs began trembling. I could feel his lips, the same full red lips that I had been wanting to kiss so badly, that had glistened in the dark corner of the nightclub from earlier, that had felt like satin against mine when he had rubbed them over the outside of my head. Lips that helped create an even larger opening for him. Full red lips against soft, pink skin that was being pushed open by the force of his tongue. Soon, I thought to myself, his tongue won't be enough.

Without warning, Nevo grabbed my ankles and flipped me over on my back again. He pushed my legs apart until I could feel the soft hairs of the bottom of my leg against both sides of my face. He looked at me and then lowered his head, and pulled me inside of his mouth. For some reason, I had actually gone soft for a moment, perhaps out of surprise. I could feel his lips clamp down against the soft hairs at the base of my penis and as they closed over it, a dull throbbing began. It was growing again and I closed my eyes, hoping his lips would be in the same place they were right now. My head began swelling and I could feel it elongate, pushing further and further into his mouth. Soon, it would be in the opening of his throat. My shut my eyes even tighter and I could feel my shaft thickening by the second. A tear ran from the side of my closed eyelid and rolled down to my ear. There was still a ways to go and now I could feel it push further down his throat. My skin began rippling in waves as tiny bumps grew over my body and still, my eyes were closed. I imagined his lips refusing to give in. It was growing even harder and although I could feel his throat tighten around it, he was still holding on. I lost track of time for a moment and suddenly, I opened my eyes. When I looked down, I realized it had happened. I was completely hard, as long as it could possibly get, and as I instinctively pushed forward, a pair of red lips were wrapped tightly around the base, in the same exact place I had seen them when I had closed my eyes. My head throbbed and my entire body shook as he pulled me, inch by inch, out of his throat, until the skin of my swollen head passed over his lips. He gasped for air and fell on top of me.

The moment I felt his body against mine, the flash of heat sent more ripples of pleasure over my skin. It was as if the throbbing sensation from an orgasm had swept over every inch of my body. A sensitivity that was normally restricted to one part of my body had suddenly been let loose and now coursed through my veins. Nevo seemed to know exactly what to do with his soft hands and I believe it was the one thing that somehow guided all other things that took place that night in his loft. Once again, I could feel my legs being spread apart and now, his tongue was opening me again although this time I was on my back. Nevo pulled himself up and now he was kneeling over me. His was thick but not that long. Long enough though. His head dangled in front of my face and I propped myself up and grabbed him, pulling him inside of my mouth. I was in disbelief about how soft the skin on his penis felt and it made it easier to slide him down my throat. Now it was my lips that wouldn't give in and I could feel a salty taste coating the inside of my mouth. Nevo pulled back, causing his penis to slide out. It pointed straight up in the air, still dripping from my saliva. I reached forward to take it back in, my mouth forming a circle with red lips that were dripping. But he had other plans.

Nevo spit into his right hand, reached around, and began stroking me. He caught his balance and began lowering himself on top of me. I'm not even sure how it happened but in the next moment, he had pushed my head inside of him and I could see his face twist. Here we go again, I thought to myself. While this was happening, he grabbed his cock with one hand and began stroking it. Nevo took the middle finger of his free hand and put it inside of his mouth. I watched as he pulled a long finger from between his lips and my eyes narrowed. He put his finger over my lips and pushed inside before taking it out and returning it to his mouth.

While lying on my back with my knees pointing upwards, Nevo reached around and I could feel the soft skin of his finger stroking the outside of my opening. His palm cupped my scrotum while his finger began sliding in and I arched my back in pleasure, wanting him to push it in even further. Without realizing it, I was also pushing myself further inside of him and a few seconds later, I could feel the longest finger of his huge hand buried deep inside of me. It felt unbelievable and I shuddered as he began pushing another finger in. My hole was growing even wider and I could feel myself throbbing inside of him. Nevo bent forward and slid the rest of me inside of him, grunting in pleasure, or pain, or both, as he continued to stroke himself with one hand and add a third finger with the other.

Waves of pleasure continued sweeping over both of us and I felt like I was almost being pulled forward by the three fingers that were inside of me. My legs squeezed against each side of him. I could feel his middle finger sweep around deep inside and he began rising and falling on top of me. Then, something unbelievable happened. His middle finger pushed against something round and hard. He had found a part of me I didn't even know existed. A discovery that would mark a turning point I didn't know I had reached. It had a shape of its own and when the tip of his finger pressed on it, I felt an enormous surge of pleasure, followed by an equally enormous surge of fluid beginning its ejaculation. I had never felt anything shoot out of me with such force and I pushed down on his finger which pressed even harder on the thing that was causing some cataclysmic explosion inside of me. I was shooting uncontrollably deep inside of Nevo and streams of clear ejaculate began shooting out of him, spraying over my chest, neck, face, hair. I leaned up and turned my head away for a moment to escape its path. When I turned back, I could see that he hadn't even come close to finishing. Liquid, clear and watery, continued gushing in streams and I could hear it smack against the wall behind us. He pushed his cock downwards and a huge stream spurted against the side of my face, dripping into my ear. He pulled me out of him and I could hear the sound of a muffled wind as he pushed part of the load I had just left inside of him all over my stomach. His lips were opened and he grunted while another load, much smaller than the one in front, spurted out of him from behind, landing over the side of my stomach and dripping onto the soft white blanket beneath us.

Finally, Nevo collapsed on to of me and I could feel a sticky warm sheet between the two of us. His arms were wrapped around me and I pushed strands of wet hair from his eyes. Dark eyes that stared down at my lips. As we held our embrace, it seemed as if the warmth of fluids between us began melting him into me. I opened my mouth and we began kissing again in complete exhaustion.

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