My Gay Cabin Fever

Over the clothes?

Sorry I haven't posted in ages, but hopefully this will make up for it!

I looked over to Tom again, and noticed him scooting over, chair by chair. He slid his drink over with a quick, sharp motion. For a moment we just sat there without a word, music blaring and light flashing behind us. Tom was wearing a netted black shirt with a tank top underneath (header image), an outfit which fit in well with the surroundings of the club.

"You alright?" He asked, shouting over the music and reaching his arm onto my bicep. I nodded, still not speaking. We sat for another minute.

"Why don't we go back home and I'll lift your mood up."

I lifted my head, and then brought it back down. "Nah." I paused before twisting my head and looking at Tom. Despite the fact that his body was already perfect, you could tell he had improved his physique. Even through his shirt, his muscles bulged filling up the piece of fabric. Tom noticed this inspection and began to respond. I jerked my head back to its downward position.

I heard a rustle on my right.

"What are you up to?" I asked with a tone of nonchalance.

"Nothing" he replied slyly, lifting his shirt and tank top off exposing his smooth chest. He discarded them onto the table. I had to rip my eyes off of his gorgeous body.

"Go do nothing over there" I said, standing up now and grimacing a little. I was forced to cover my rising cock with my hands. Tom's confidence here was irresistible. He too stood up before moving closer and bringing his head close to my neck.

Tom licked the side of my neck sending my heart crazy. He began making his way down my torso, licking my shirt the whole way.

"It's all good if it's over the clothes" he said.  His mouth was over my covered nipple now. Looking up into my eyes, I noticed a mischievous glint in his.

"Oh really?" I responded. Of all the people I could be with right now, I can't say I was disappointed that it was Tom. He continued licking my shirt. In an effort to make him work for it, I decided to remove my shirt, displaying my recently exercised chest and abdominals which scintillated under the neon lights.

"In that case, you're no longer over the clothes" I grimaced with each word, enjoying the moment. Tom came back up, a smile on his face, and came in close. I could feel his warm breath on my neck with got a rise out of me, though I chose to hide it. Looking into my eyes again, Tom slowly made his way back down. Once again, his tongue caressed my body, rolling over my smooth left pec. He had made his way to just above my trousers. I was wearing Calvin Klein underwear, tightly whities in fact, and they could be seen sticking just over the top of my jeans. Tom looked up once again making an intimate link between our eyes.

"Your clothes are still on down here, so it's all good." Tom broke his eye contact, instead placing his vision on my bulge. He opened his mouth and licked the hidden package, before pushing his mouth onto it. His movements were just short of erratic. He forced his mouth onto my jeans, as though sucking me off, despite the layer of clothing. His confidence was visible, turning me on despite my hardest effort. It was undeniably hot. I bit down on my lip trying to contain my urge to comply. His arms reached behind me and he grabbed my cheeks to push my hardening dick closer to his face.

"These clothes are a nuisance" he shouted, trying to talk over the music. I looked around. Beside me, the club was jam packed with men dancing. Many had taken up booths, and were kissing passionately, some doing even more than that. After a quick scan, I noticed all the private spaces were in use, so I pulled Tom up from my bulge, and led him by his hand to the bathroom.

The bathroom was seemingly newly renovated, and we slipped in to one of the cubicles. I pulled Tom in close and stuck my tongue in his mouth feeling the warmth of his saliva. We took a breath, and Tom began to push me down. I kissed along his chiselled V-line, feeling each individual muscle with my lips. I watched as my drool dripped down this line, to below his pant line, and I felt his abs tighten at the cold sensation.

I pulled down the zip on his trousers and rubbed my hand over his package, feeling the soft fabric and the warmth from underneath. I could hear Tom exhale now that the music was mumbled by the walls of the toilet. With a little help from him, Tom and I removed his jeans and I resumed my kisses on his covered bulge. Tom had on a pair of black underwear resembling a speedo, so very tight, small and fitted. I kissed the weight in my hand as I clutched his balls from over his underwear. After placing my hands on his thighs, I slid them upwards under the band by his hips and pulled his tent into my face.

"Remember its only good if it's over the clothes" Tom joked, a grin on the side of his face. I released his beast from its captivity, and let it hang in front of my face. I licked the bottom of his shaft and then took his whole length into my throat pushing my head into a neatly shaven abdominals. It reached the back, causing me to gag a little and resulting in saliva culminating around my mouth. The taste was masculine: deep woody tones from his cologne. I pushed my head forward and backward, each time pausing to take in the maximum length that I could.

"Up" Tom demanded, pulling me up and causing me to let go of his hard dick. He veered me towards the full length mirror. I pulled my trousers and boxers down before standing in front of Tom naked and hard. With a degree of force, Tom pushed me face first against the reflective wall and I exhaled my breath sharply, fogging up the mirror. One hand on my back, Tom spat in his other hand and rubbed it along the underside of my ass, caressing my hole. He bent down, a firm hand still pushing me against the mirror, and licked my entrance, darting his tongue in and out of my hole. I pushed my face into the wall, moaning as he ate my ass, spreading my cheeks to make way for his gorgeous face.

Once my hole was wet, Tom rose and inserted two fingers inside of me. He thrusted them in, further forcing me against the mirror. With a swift movement, the fingers were replaced by his cock, as he arched his back and bred me rolling his pelvis and bouncing me forward. I bit my lip and focused on the feeling of Tom venturing within me. Overcome with pleasure, I barely noticed as Tom placed his head on my shoulder and began kissing my face.

I placed both my hands on the mirror and watched Tom's face as he plunged deep inside me, his body rolling into my rhythmically. With both his hands on my waist, I took his hand and placed it on my dick, which bounced with every thrust. Tom began to jerk me off as he bred me and I felt my eyes roll back into my head. His hands took great care of me, moving at the perfect pace to make me cum. In a state of euphoria, I watched as I squirted white streams all over my reflection. The liquid covered my abs, but Tom wiped it up with his fingers, and placed them in my mouth. His fingers were thick, and I took a long suck on them, keeping them in my mouth as he did me from behind. I tasted the sweet flavour of my cum and eventually I felt my insides fill with his juices as he penetrated me deeply one last time.

"Fuck," I exhaled, "I missed that A LOT" Tom chuckled and pulled out of me, my hole oozing his semen. I turned to face him.

"We should probably get back" Tom said, kissing me on the lips gently, before guiding me out the bathroom.