Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2001 00:58:17 -0800 (PST)
From: einhardno <einhardno@yahoo.com>
Subject: Nate, pt. III, "The club"

The club (t/t, anal)

by einhard

PLEASE NOTE: This story is fiction from beginning to
end. The characters don't exist, and the things they
do, never happened.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is a sequel to "The Pool",
which in turn is a sequel to "The yard". You might
want to read the other two stories first. Oh, and this
is the last part I have written. I might end it here,
or I might continue. If you do reply to this, don't
expect me to get back to you until mid-January. I'm
taking a vacation now.

The incident with the bass player happened on the
Thursday of the last week of vacation. On Friday, I
walked around with a constant hard-on, but I refrained
from touching it. Too sore. And on Saturday, it was
the same. To take my mind off things, I decided to og
to a youth disco at the club. An opportunity to dance,
just what I needed to take my mind off things.

It started at 8:00 p.m., and I got there around 9.
Lots of people on the floor, good. I wondered if the
band with my "lover" in it would be playing, but they
weren't. Just a DJ.

I lost no time getting out on the floor, and pretty
soon, sweat was running freely, partly from the heat
of the place, but mostly from all the frenetic energy
of my dancing. I attracted quite a bit of attention,
which is nice and a bit scary all at once.

I danced for a full half hour before taking my first
break. The obliging DJ had been playing mostly stuff
that allowed for fast movement, but the minute
something slower came on, I wanted to get off the
floor. I wasn't quick enough, however, and Milly
caught me. The next few minutes were spent trying not
to suffocate between her massive jugs, at the same
time keeping just enough distance between our lower
bodies to keep my raging erection from grinding
against her. It was weird; she didn't turn me on, but
still the closeness of another body... Strange.

I spotted him during that first break. Tony, a
dark-haired, dark-skinned boy. He was known as a bad
boy, a boy who boozed and did drugs. Also, rumors were
flying about all the girls he'd fucked. Some said
twenty, others claimed it was fifty or even a hundred.
He had a small crowd of them around him now, trying
not to be obvious.

I sipped my Coke, glancing over at him every now and
then. He looked like an angel. A baby face, completely
smooth and a little round, long curly hair. It was his
heigth and something indefinable around his eyes that
betrayed his age. Something... hard. Vicious, almost.

He caught me looking, and smiled. Or did he? Was he
leering at me? Fuck! I hoped my desire didn't show.

I got back on the floor, but my mind wasn't on dancing
anymore. Tony was circling the floor, eyeing me. Or so
it seemed. Standing by the exit, he fixed me with a
penetrating stare, and... Holy shit! He was groping
his crotch! I stopped dancing, and just stood there,
staring. He flicked his head in the direction of the
door, and walked through it.

I was on autopilot as I made my way through the crowd
of dancing teens. With only a moment's hesitation I
slipped outside and saw him. He was walking slowly
away, his ass moving from side to side like a girl's.
I followed him.

A short walk, and he turned round a corner. I
followed, and found him waiting.

"Nathan", he said, the unlit cigarette in his mouth
waving up and down. I kept quiet. He took the
cigarette between two fingers and slowly moved it in
and out between slightly parted lips, his other hand
loosening the buttons in his fly. His cock emerged
from it; no underwear.

Still saying nothing, I sunk to my knees and took it
inside my mouth. He hissed sharply, but didn't say a
word as I began bobbing on his thick meat. It wasn't
all that long, probably a little shorter than mine, in
fact, but it was of the beer can variety. Trying to
stuff as much of it as possible inside, I reached down
to release my own aching pecker.

"Up!" he said softly. I rose. He signalled for me to
turn towards the wall. I did, and he pushed my
shoulders down. I bent forward at the hips, touching
the wall with my hands. He pulled my pants and briefs
down to my knees, then put both hands on my ass,
stroking my cheeks. A finger moved to my crack, poking
at the hole. His hands left me, and I wanted to
scream. Then I felt something moist and cold at my
opening. I shuddered.

"Just lubing you up. You wanna feel good when my cock
goes inside, don't you?" he whispered. Fearfully, I
turned round. It looked a lot bigger now. He smiled at
me, then fished something out from the breast pocket
of his shirt. Ripping it open, he revealed a condom,
which he expertly rolled down his shaft.

"Face the wall", he told me. Trembling, I obeyed. I
shut my eyes tightly, waiting for the pain. Then it
was there, something big and thick right at my
asshole.

It didn't hurt half as much as I had thought it would.
He only made very small motions at first, just teasing
the hole. I breathed more easily, and he thrust a
little harder, just beginning to penetrate me. I felt
my anus opening a little bit,and it still didn't hurt.
Then some more, and a little more... A quick shove,
and bit my lips to keep from yelling. He stopped, and
the pain subsided. Another push, and this time I did
squeak a little.

"Sssh!" he said. "The head's in now. That's the worst
part. Relax!" I tried. He pushed some more, and I gave
a low groan.

"Half way there. Just a little more." I felt the rest
of it slide slowly past my sphincter, then something
coarse on my cheeks.

"There. Feel it? That's my pubes brushing your ass,
Nate. I'm in all the way now. Just relax some more.
I'm gonna fuck you now."

He began pulling out, and I scrunched up my face in
pain. He pushed in again. Out once more, then in.
After a little while of that, I didn't feel so bad
anymore. Just full. He started moving a little faster,
pulling out until it felt like he was gonna leave my
ass altogether, then thrusting in hard, making little
slapping noises as he hit bottom. I was able to
concentrate more on the feeling now, and it was good.
I was rock hard again, having lost some of my erection
when he first penetrated me.

He was going fast, pounding me. I was getting dizzy as
I felt a big orgasm approaching, even if I wasn't even
touching my dick. He slowed down, and a hand reached
between my legs, beginning to stroke my shaft, then
moving to my cockhead. A finger caressed my slit,
catching the copious amounts of precum seeping from
it. The finger moved up to my mouth, forcing itself
between my lips. I eagerly opened up, tasting myself
as well as the tobacco flavor from his fingers.

Grabbing my hips firmly with both hands, he speeded up
again, now grunting with every thrust.

"I'm gonna shoot soon, real soon", he whispered. "Jerk
yourself, I want you to cum before me", he ordered
gruffly. Supporting myself with just one hand, I
allowed the other to touch my dick and began stroking
it. I don't think it took more than ten seconds before
the jism was leaving me in strong jets, splashing
against the wall to the accompaniment of my moans.

"Uh! Aagh! Yeah! I'm cumming, I'm cumming inside your
tight ass, Nate! I'm shootin' my load, yeaaahhh!" It
was a low wail, and I could feel the vibrations in his
pipe as the spunk travelled along it, heading for the
slit and the escape. I remember thinking it would have
been hot if he had released it inside me, drenching my
insides.

He bent forward, his chest resting on my back, cock
halfway out of me.

"That was good, Nate. You're tight and hot. Real
tight."

Gently, he eased out of me. I gasped a little as his
cockhead passed my sphincter, then he was out, and I
was empty. I almost cried then, I wanted so much to
feel him back, to be filled up by him. He slapped one
ass cheek.

"You can get up now." I turned round, and he was
dressed again, the soiled condom lying on the ground.
I wiped the remains of my cum with my hand, and bent
down to wipe it off on the grass, but he stopped me
and brought my hand to his short.

"Wipe it there", he said. It left a stain.

I got my briefs and pants back on. He was glancing
round the corner, and the madness of the situation hit
me. We were out in the open, for fuck's sake! Anybody
could have seen us.

He turned back to me, handing me a bunch of condoms.

"Keep at least two with you all the time. You're gonna
be my bitch from now on, whenever I say so. Okay?"

I nodded, and he left. After a minute I followed, and
started to walk home. A week before, I had been an
innocent. Now I felt like a veteran slut. I didn't
know what to think of it. It was sort of common,
demeaning. But my asshole was screaming to be filled
again, too. There could be no turning back.


This story is copyrighted by me, einhard. (c) 2001.
All rights reserved.

Any comments? Did you like the story? Hate it? Is this
the end, or will Nate have more adventures?

You can mail me at: einhardno@yahoo.com