Text me, Daddy!

4. Oh no!

Charlie

It was Saturday night, around ten o'clock. And I had agreed to Emily to go grab a couple drink at White Hart's, a local bar which allowed people of all sexuality.

Emily was gonna bring her girlfriend too, and that was the reason why I didn't want to agree to her since last one week. I didn't want to be the third wheel.

But then I finally agreed as it was becoming hard for me too by not getting laid since three months.

I had gotten ready and had picked up Emily first and then her girlfriend, Monica, who I didn't like much for some unknown reason. She was nice, yes, good looking even, but she just seemed not genuine enough whenever she talked to me. And not forgetting the fact about how her face would change everytime whenever Emily would talk about any incident which involved me.

I just didn't understand what Emily saw in her, but well, on their own i guess. I wasn't gonna meddle in her business, atleast not without being asked to.

We finally reached and I headed to park the car after asking both the ladies to head inside first.

I picked up my phone from the dashboard so that I don't forget about it before leaving the car. I had decided to buy a new phone earlier, but after three days, here I was, not doing so and still continuing using Eric's phone somehow.

I honestly couldn't find any time to do so yet. The surprising thing though was I still did not receive any call on this number finding Eric yet. I had expected a few, a lot honestly.

And whenever I would remember about the phone, my mind would always start wondering whether Eric was still using my phone/number or he already bought a new one. I wouldn't be shocked if he would have. But if he didn't, then I could just call and talk to him without any problem.

I had the number he was using. I was just one phone call way from hearing his low husky voice, which gave me chills down my spine both the times I heard. I seriously shouldn't have been thinking this much about some man I didn't know at all. But I couldn't help it. Shaking my head, I quickly decided and tried to divert my mind, because thinking about him was not going to get me anywhere. Guess I really needed to get laid tonight.

After around five minutes, I finally walked in and headed to the bar to order some drinks, after I saw that both Em and Monica were already on the dance floor busy with themselves.

I ordered my drink and looked around myself. It wasn't anything special. Just the normal, people dressed in casual dresses, being louder and rowdier, with loud electronic music playing from the speakers. There was a bit of smoke in the room too, making the room a bit more sensual. People were dancing on the floor, some having drinks at the bar, while someone dancing below the dance floor, more like rubbing against each other.

Behind the bar, the bottles were arranged upside down in a descending order, with all the colored glass, giving a nice view. I had gotten my drink by now, and was about to finish it. Yeah, I was planning on getting drink tonight looking at the tomorrow Sunday, and it was gonna be easier since I'm a light drinker.

I looked back at both the girls on the dias, Monica rubbing her boobies with Emily's and I quickly diverted my gaze, I was here to get laid, not to return back home disappointed, no offense my fellow lady readers.

I was waiting for my second drink now, when I noticed a man sitting to my left, all by himself at the end of the bar. He was around the same age as me, probably a bit younger, wearing a tight black tshirt and skin fit jeans, short rough messy hair with white skin and a glass of some drink in his hand. Sitting alone, my first thought was he was just waiting for a girlfriend, or friend, someone that was running a little late.

So I just diverted my gaze and waited for my drink. But around all the people here, he was the one who caught my eye, and I just couldn't take my eyes away from him for more than a minute. I received my drink and thanked the bartender, looking back at the guy who had caught my attention to find him still looking at me with a small smile playing on his lips.

He didn't look like a dominant, which I usually preferred. But I could switch too sometimes. And at that moment, I didn't mind anything. Maybe the drink was getting to me, I didn't avert my gaze, and as expected he didn't too.

The smile from his face turned into a sly smirk when he stood up and walked to the seat right beside mine.

"Hey"

I smirked and nodded my head and returned his greeting.

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Ten minutes and three drinks later, here we were. Me standing in the bar's washroom with the said guy on his knees infront of my jean covered crotch.
I don't know whether I was drunk or not, but I could care less about it when he had kept his hand on my crotch at the bar and had started massaging it slowly. There was no reason to ignore him too.

I looked down at the boy's face, when he pulled down my pants' zipper with his teeth, his eyes a bit dilated, looking at me with a small smirk on his face.

This was going good. He was a receiver, and nineteen, which was no problem for me at all.

I gasped silently when he stroked my half hard dick with his hand, and then licked the tip. He soon took me inside his warm mouth and started sucking me oh so slowly.

I closed my eyes and panted, and was just about to grab his head for better control when the bathroom door suddenly opened with a loud thud and an angry looking guy walked inside.

"The fuck do you think you're doing Michelle?"

Michelle? Who was Michelle?

The guy who was sucking me until now suddenly left my dick with a pop and stood up hurriedly.

The guy who had just barged in the washroom, his face looked bright red with anger when he walked towards us, held this nineteen year old one's hand tightly and practical pulled him outside.

So he was Michelle?

Not the point.

The point was, I was still hard. My potential one night stand was a cheater and wasn't an option anymore.

I sighed and just walked inside the stall which was right beside me and closed the lock.

Now the only option I had was to use my hand as I sure as hell wasn't gonna go outside to find someone else.

I quickly put my hand on the wall just above the flush, wrapped my hand around my dick and started stroking myself. I started panting more with the passing seconds. Trying to not let out too much voice, even though it would have hardly made any difference in all this music. I was so into it, that for a few seconds I didn't realise that my phone had started ringing.

Irritated, I hurriedly took out my phone with my other hand only to find an unknown number calling on the device. Not caring at all, I quickly cut the call and got back to my business after putting it back inside my pocket.

I was trying to remember all the gay pornos I had watched till now, or one of the good one night stands when my mind suddenly remembered Eric. My eyes widened with the realisation, but it was already too late. I let out a moan, with Eric's name following and cummed, finally letting out a sigh.

I was panting, trying to catch my breath. I finally flushed and left the cubical. I washed my hands and took out my phone to check who had called earlier. But as soon as I did, I got the biggest shock of the week probably. My eyes widened when I saw that the call was going on!

"Oh shit shit shit!!!!!" I panicked and quickly cut the call and sighed.

I still didn't know who it was, but I really felt bad for him right now.

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