Table of Contents
Blow Me in the Bathroom
Blow Me in the Studio
Blow Me in the Diner
Tossing Caesar's Salad Excerpt
Annabel's Titles and Bio
Bonus Story: The Captain and His Doctor
Aubrey's Titles and Bio
Blow Me in the Bathroom
By
Annabel Bastione
Copyright
© 2012 by Annabel Bastione
* * *
* *
Jerry entered the
room filled with loud noises and gyrating bodies. He let a faint smile play
across his lips as he casually mixed with the crowd. How long had it been since
he went to a club? Jerry strained to remember, but decided to let it remain a
mystery. Ever since he got together with Gary four months ago he was hooked on
him. Gary was like a drug he could not get enough of, his kiss was
intoxicating, his ass even more so. But like all casual relationships it came
to an end too soon, with too many regrets. Jerry brushed the lingering memories
of Gary aside, he was here tonight to get over him, to remind himself how of
many other hot guys there were left in the sea of dancing bodies he was wading
through. He strengthened his resolve, tonight he would not return home without
feeling a hot manly ass push against his bulge.
"Whiskey on the
rocks!" he called loudly, hoping the bartender heard him. Luckily he did,
for Jerry saw the bartender dump some ice and Jack Daniel's into a glass,
pushing it over to him.
The music is really too loud, he thought as he
stared intensely at his glass, watching the steady beat of techno music cause
the whiskey's surface to ripple continuously.
He downed the glass
in a shot, like a man's man, slamming it on the counter. Paying his bill, he
turned around and faced the sea of sweaty bodies again, many of them very bad
dancers. Jerry glanced them, being a gay club he saw many guys pairing up with
other guys and girls doing the same. There was hardly a man wandering the
lonesome road of life on his own.
Jerry sighed. How did this go again? He mused. It had
simply been too long since he stepped into a club like this. Many of his
contacts had moved on, forgotten him. Well there were not to blame either for
he himself had disappeared with Gary. It was difficult to start over, alone in
a room full of strangers.
"Hey handsome,
alone tonight?"
A deep baritone voice
called out on his right. Jerry turned and faced the most magnificent man he had
ever seen. He was tall, towering over Jerry, with muscular arms almost bursting
forth from his tight shirt and his chiseled face carried the most striking
eyes, the kind of eyes that showed that he was a man who knew exactly what he
wanted and how to get it.
In the midst of all
the noise and flurry of the club, this handsome stranger made fierce eye
contact with Jerry, and he felt the whole world just melt away from the two of
them. Jerry felt a stirring in his loins, he was on fire.
"I would be,
until I met you," Jerry replied. He noticed a smile betraying the
stranger's lips on hearing him.
The stranger leant
into Jerry's personal space, shocking Jerry. This is too fast, he fervently thought as he unconsciously pulled
back… right into the stranger's strong arms. Normally Jerry would be repulsed
by such aggressive action, but something was different about this guy. He was
so confident, so sure of himself. Jerry realized even if the stranger pulled
him in for a kiss, he was uncertain if he could resist. Jerry felt the stranger
leaning towards his ear, his breath felt so warm and his cologne smelled fresh
with citrus undertones. Intoxicating.
"I'm
Scott," the stranger whispered into Jerry's ear while he ran his hands all
over Jerry's back, sending shocks through his body.
"Scott…"
Jerry said, his voice trailing off while his mind marveled at what a beautiful
name it was, especially fitting, for a
beautiful man like you. Coming to his senses, Jerry replied, "I'm
Jerry, Scott," repeating the
name over and over again in his head.
"Let's
dance," Scott's low voice washed over Jerry, filling him with an
excitement he never felt before. This man was forceful in his desires, but
Jerry found himself unable to resist anyway. Scott led the way, one hand
holding on to Jerry as they made their way out onto the dance floor.
The booming beat
surged through the both of them rhythmically as they got into the music and
began to shake their bodies. On most occasions Jerry would be thought of as a
great dancer. But here, no one seemed to care how well he danced, even Jerry
himself did not bother to put in the effort, preferring to watch Scott's beautiful
figure moving and shaking in front of him.
"Hey! You're
actually a great dancer!" Scott said.
Jerry felt a rush as
his cheeks blushed a bright red, thankfully no one could see in all the
darkness. He was flattered, that someone as desirable as Scott would give him
attention and shower him with compliments. Jerry was motivated to dance better;
he started imitating the moves he had seen on famous routines. He turned around
and shook his ass at Scott, making sure he saw and hoping he liked what he had seen.
"Dayum, that's one fine ass." Scott remarked. Without
warning Scott grabbed Jerry by his hips and pushed his fine ass towards his
raging bulge.
Jerry's eyes widened
as he felt Scott harden against his ass. All of his senses told Jerry that
Scott was huge, and he wanted more. Whatever reason left within Jerry left him
as soon as he felt a wave of pleasure surging through his body. He had not climaxed
even once since his break up with Gary and now, this handsome stranger that
stirred his loins could afford him the sweet, sweet release he craved for so
much.
Scott watched as
Jerry turned around and reached down towards him, stroking his raging boner
through the denim fabric. Damn it felt good, and if he played his cards right,
he would could probably feel even better later.
"Excuse me my
friend," Scott teased, "but are you flirting with me?"
Jerry smirked,
"Well there's only one way we can find out."
