The bouncer doesn’t even look at Jack as he says, “No.”
Jack gets right up into the bouncer’s face, asking, “Really?”
The bouncer huffs, asking, “Have you?”
Jack whispers in the bouncer’s ear, “Yeah. I mean, my brother is gay. He’s alright. Maybe some more of you fags are alright too.”
The bouncer makes eye-contact out of the side of his eye, saying, “Yeah? Well, you shouldn’t say, ‘fag.’ It’s offensive.”
Jack reasons, “What if I’m smoking?”
The bouncer looks the teen over, asking, “Do you smoke?”
Jack looks offended as he says, “Fuck no! That’s filthy. I’m fit as a butcher’s dog, as my Dad says.”
The bouncer whispers into the young man’s ear, “Maybe I find you charming.”
Jack gets a little nervous as he quietly asks, “Yeah?”
The bouncer continues, “Maybe we go into the alley and work something out?”
Jack negotiates, “And, you let me back in?”
The bouncer nods, “Sure. You just have to bend your pretty ass over a bin, and you’re in.”
Jack gulps, bravely saying, “I can do that.”
The bouncer gestures, “After you,” pointing the young man to the alley beside the club.
Jack is closely followed around the corner, feeling the bouncer’s breath on his neck, and his hand on his shoulder, and by the bins, he feels a tug on his shoulder, followed by a push on his back, making him lose his balance, bracing himself against the bin. He lets the bouncer lift his shirt, but protests as his shorts are undone and slid down his thighs, “Hey, you just said about bending over!”
The bouncer scoffs, “Did you really think that was it?”
Jack feels uneasy as his heart quickens and skips, his head feeling hazy as the bouncer rubs his back and enjoys his cute arse. The young man feels something hot slide between his cheeks, pressing against his tight hole, whimpering, “What, what, what are you doing?”
The bouncer replies, “Just relax, and you’ll be back in the club before you know it.”
Jack feels his tight arsehole stretch, taking something big inside him, making it difficult to breathe. He adjusts how he bends against the bin, hoping for some relief, but none comes, and the bouncer holds his cheek against the bin, keeping him from moving.
The teen’s thighs tremble where he stands, feeling incredibly unsteady, and somewhat thankful for the firmness of the bouncer’s grip pushing on his head whilst his arse is skewered. An exhale escapes from the young man, much higher pitched than he would intend, but voicing his truth in this moment.
The bouncer taunts, “You’re just a sissy little bitch who loves to get his arse fucked.”
Jack doesn’t protest, allowing the bouncer to do his thing, only able to whine, feeling his dick dangling stiff between his legs. The teen takes himself in his hand, jerking himself off, overtaken by a maddening urge, thoughtless and instinctual; feeling very much natural.
The bouncer groans, and thrusts with a buck of his hips, almost buckling at the knees, then pulls out, spraying Jack’s back with his spunk.
The punky teen turns around to face the bouncer, collapsing his back square to the cold metal of the bin, catching his breath with his hands up beside his head before saying, “Oh, fuck. That was intense… You gonna let me back inside now?”
The bouncer tilts his head toward the club, indicating to the teen to get a move on, watching him pull his shorts up, fitting his dick back beneath the waistband, and finding his feet to carry him back around the corner.
In the club, as Eric and Kirsty converse with their eldest son, they are met by Frankie Reid-Cummings, 27, pushing her way through the crowd with her husband, Pleasant Reid-Cummings, 29. Frankie recognises the couple, “I know you! You’ve been showing my Mom a good time.”
Kirsty politely acknowledges the young woman, “Oh, yeah, we’ve seen you around during our visits. I won’t embarrass you with the details, but your parents are good company.”
Eric banters, “Your folks are very good company. When we start jousting, we feel like two of the Three Musketeers,” noticing a hot young man joining the girls, “We could use someone like him to be D’Artagnon.”
Frankie introduces, “This is my brother, Craig.”
Craig Reid, 26, reaches to shake Eric’s hand, greeting him, “Nice to meet you. I’m sure everything you do at home is appreciated.”
Eric is caught off-guard, laughing it off, “You are a very hot, young man; I don’t mind saying that.”
Kirsty says, “I’d love to see how the kids compare to their elders,” catching herself, “I didn’t mean to say that as if I wanted to be with you together, or anything. Sorry if that made you uncomfortable.”
Frankie giggles, “Not at all.”
Craig smiles, sipping his drink, “No harm done.”
Frankie reveals, “Actually, he used to catch a peek at me in the shower when we lived at home, and, as the older sister, I wouldn’t mind sharing you two with him, if he keeps himself to only peeking. I don’t fancy his freak hands making my skin crawl,” giggling at her brother’s expense.
Craig moans, “Shut up,” at his sister, before expressing interest to Eric and Kirsty, “I’m sure we could arrange something.”
Kirsty looks uneasily at the siblings, asking, “You two are really fine with having a foursome?”
Eric explains as he understands, “They’ve already said he’s a perv, so long as they stay in their lanes,” winking at Craig, “I get it though. If I had a sister as hot as her, I’d have to look too.”
Craig nods, “I know, right. I was a horny teenager. What else was I supposed to do?”
Frankie shouts, “You were supposed to get with some sorry slut from school. Get out and spread your wings instead of skulking on the landing and locking yourself in your room to play solo.”
Tiffany Bright, 26, turns up to join her friends, mocking her boyfriend as she teases, “Am I hearing about this lump of a loser getting his rocks off in his socks?”
Frankie giggles, “To be fair, he never used a sock that way.”
Pleasant clears her throat, “And, how would you know?”
Frankie confidently replies, “Laundry!”
Kirsty nudges her elbow into Eric, suggesting, “I think Frankie got a peek too.”
Tiffany says, “As the best friend who was always there, I can confirm.”
Frankie defends herself, “That wasn’t perving. That was just checking in on my little brother. All that grunting and groaning got me concerned. He might’ve been in pain.”
Craig can barely look at his sister as he sips more of his drink, composing himself, hoping to be swallowed into the crowd to get away from this awkward conversation. Changing the subject, he asks his girlfriend, “Everything good at work?”
Tiffany nods emphatically, “Yeah, everything is good. Just gotta keep an eye on Irvine, as usual, but he’s playing ball. He’s not been bothering you at work, has he?”
Craig replies, “He’s been keeping his distance; it’s strange.”
Tiffany supposes as she cosies up to her boyfriend, “Maybe he knows he can’t get away with anything?”
Craig theorises, “It’s Irvine. We both got in because he was manipulating us. He’s got something in the works.
“Where’s Mia?”
Tiffany looks around, trying to crane her head to look through the crowd, saying, “I don’t know. She said she wouldn’t be long.”
Emerging from the crowd, Mia Milosevic, 21, finds Tiffany, with an entourage made up of: her girlfriend, Carrie Harper, 21, and their friends, Tracey Garret, 21, Lillie Pratchet, 20, Stacey Flynn, 20, Shane Tobin, 19, and Cariad Byrne, 19. Mia announces them, “We’re here. We didn’t keep you waiting, did we?”
Frankie giggles, “It doesn’t matter now you’re here. We were just making new friends.”
Eric introduces himself and his wife, “I’m Eric Palmer, and this is the missus, Kirsty, and this is…”
Mia interrupts as she notices, “Cassie. It’s been a while,” informing the group, “We’re old friends.”
Cassie politely says to Mia, “We still miss you. It seems you’re doing rather well for yourself, honey.”
Mia hugs Carrie tightly as she replies, “I’m doing so well for myself.”
Daisy May, 27, makes her way through the crowd, finding her boyfriend, Cassie, going to say, “Found you. We were wondering where you got to,” turning her head to notice Mia standing there, looking utterly shocked as she smiles, “Mia?”
Mia is unfazed by her former friend’s appearance, politely saying, “Hi.”
Carrie excitedly recognises Daisy, chuckling, “Miss May, oh my god! It’s been, like, so long since I saw you. I bet you don’t remember us?”
Daisy replies sweetly to Carrie, as she looks over the gathered group, “I remember the three of you: Carrie, Tracey, Lillie. You were quiet, and never got yourselves into trouble, but I remember.”
Tracey recalls, “Oh yeah, I do remember you, Miss May.”
Lillie boredly states, “Nope. I’ve repressed a lot of that time.”
Carrie chuckles, “This is great,” nudging Mia, “You two seem really close, or, like, you were, or like, you have history?”
Mia looks into her girlfriend’s eyes, answering with assurance, “We do have a history, but it wasn’t good for us.”
Daisy sniffles, seeming upset, but bravely saying, “It felt good; that was the problem, though. I have to admit, and I’m sorry to say, Cas, but, those feelings just come flooding back, like it was moments ago. It’s hard to see you, Mia, but you look so happy, and that’s all I really want.”
Cassie hugs his girlfriend, holding her face to his chest to hide some quiet tears from the onlookers. He shushes to console her as he strokes her hair, holding her back, supporting her in this moment with complete understanding, and an outpouring of love and affection for her.
Mia finds it hard to look at Daisy, trying to look anywhere else, and Carrie notes, “You really were close. I haven’t seen you so embarrassed in so long, like, fuck. What happened?”
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