Teach Me How To Love....

Fuck Boy

Here I am. Walking into a burlesque club with my mates, Shane and Tyler.
"Joey! Ease up a bit okay? You my friend, you're about to have the time of your life!" Shane grabbed my wrist and drug me over to the bar.

It smelled like straight alcohol and very dirty old men. This burlesque club was particularly for gay men only. It's basically a strip club but my friends cease to call this place a fancy night club. We sat at the bar and ordered some drinks. I'm a very simple person so I just ordered a lime martini.

"Hey! The show is about to start!" Before I could even finish my drink they were calling me over to the seating area. The chairs were a Matt black and the legs of the chair were a very dark red. We sat down and the velvet curtains started to open. The pole was red, with silver sparkles coating around it. The song "Ride" by somo came on and a man with raven black hair stepped from behind the stage.

He was wearing a gold vest with very short shorts. They were black and they fit tightly around his waist. "This is their hottest dancer at the club! No one knows his name. I would give anything for his hands to be all over me!" Tyler said as he focused his eyes on the boy. "Of course Tyler. You want a taste of anything that has a dick, or good looks." He shot me a death glare and turned back to the boy.  He started to grind against the pole.

I have no idea why I was so intrigued by him, there is just something that makes me attached. I keep looking him up and down until he locks eyes with me. I couldn't help but to get a hard-on in my tight black jeans. I saw his eyes move down to where my hands were trying to cover my obvious bulge. He looked at it for a second them swung around the pole wrapping his hands around it and throwing his head back.

Once the song was over he dropped slowly down the pole and stared Into my eyes. He shot me a wink before he crawled back stage. I needed to find out his name! I tried walking through the crowd with the occasional "Nice ass" or "Sweet Butt" comments being shouted at me. I made it back over to the bar and saw the mysterious boy sitting alone. He was now wearing black leather jeans and what seemed to be like a white crop top. I took a seat at one of the stools and sat there.

"Hey! Lover boy." Someone shouted from across the bar. I snapped my head up and saw the raven haired boy waving me to come over. I wrapped my fingers around the glass that i had and took one last sip. "Hey..." I awkwardly said as I sat down a bit to close to him.

"Don't be scared." He leaned over and got closer to my ear. "I don't bite" he growled in my ear and that noise sent shivers down my spine. His hand was on my thigh moving up and down, back and forth. I couldn't believe what was going on right now. Before he could take me anywhere I had to say something.

"Before we get to whatever happens....what is your name? How old are you? I really don't want to be involved in a one night stand tonight that's the last thing that I need-"

He cut me off mid-sentence and slammed his lips onto mine. "You're not allowed to know my name. But I'm 23 years old. I don't really like to give my name to my clients."

What the hell does he mean by clients? Oh my goodness this is not good. "Wait...what do you mean by clients?"

He tilted his head back and let out a loud laugh. "Don't you want to have sex with me? I saw you eyeing me up and down on stage." I mean honestly, what I would give to be fucked by him, but I don't want to look like a slut. He got off of the bar stool and took my hand. "Follow me" he said. His lips were luscious and big, I couldn't help but think about how his lips curve when he says these words. We walked through the crowd and down a dark hallway. We stopped at a door that had something written in cursive. I looked closer and the words read Preda.

He twisted the door knob and pulled me inside. There was a bed with a red duvet covering the top. On the other side of the room was another bed, but this time the covers were black. There were chains on the railing of the bed. Whips and paddles hung over the bed. "Pick your side, sweet and nice, or kinky and hard."

The whole image was so overwhelming but my body couldn't resist. I pointed to the sweet and nice and he took my hand leading me over to the bed. "What's your name" the boy said while looking for something in a drawer. "Umm-uh my name is Joey. Joey Graceffa." He pulled out a tiny bottle of lube and a whole line of condoms.

"Pick your favorite flavor" he said while handing me the condoms. There was a huge arrangement of flavors. Birthday cake, strawberry, banana, and more. I ripped of the strawberry one and handed him the rest. "Ah the classic strawberry. You're a very simple person Graceffa." I sat down on the bed while he just stared at me.

"So what are you going to do to me?" I said as I pulled at the hem of his shirt. I pulled him down onto the bed and kissed him.

I had no idea what had gotten into me but he was just so intoxicating. He was like an addiction to me, once you start you can't stop. We pulled apart both gasping for air, "Whatever you want me to do" he pulled off my shirt and did the same to himself. I reached for the silver button on his pants and pop it open. We both managed to wiggle out of our pants while being in the same position. He straddled himself over me spreading my legs apart. "You're so god damn beautiful." He said while leaning Down to kiss my neck. He left love bites around my neck kissing them after he's made them. He slowly started to lick down my abdomen, leading to the band of my boxers.

I shot up before he could pull the band down and started to panick. "Before we go this far...will I ever see you again?"

"Listen Joey," he slid off of the bed and put his shirt back on. "I don't do love or relationships. I'm a fuck boy, or a play boy. So if you don't want to do this I suggest you get out." I was surprised with his answer. I got up and put my clothes back. As I started walking to the door he said something under his breath. "What did you say?" I said as I let go of the gold door knob. "I hope you come back to see another show." He said while gazing into my eyes. "I'll think about it." I turned on my heel and exited the room. I let out a huge sigh of relief and started to walk to the exit.

"JOEY! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!" Shane yelled while he was clinging onto some strange man. "I'll see later Shane!"

I walked out of the club and strutted to my car. I really did want to come back and see this boy. I couldn't stop thinking about those lips and the way he grinds against that pole. I crank up my car and started the long drive home. Maybe I could teach him how to love like he's never been loved before.

---------------Authors Note---------------

Yayyyyy! That was the first chapter! Tell me how it was in the comments if you want to. Anyways a lot of crap has been going on and I'm stressed out to the max! Sorry if you thought there was going to be smut but Joey's not a whore. I'm slowly starting to fall into the Janiel fandom. Being a fan girl is seriously hard. I will never ever leave the shoey life tho! Anyways I hope you guys are doing okay I love all of you!!!!!

~leyla
(I'll fix the errors after I play sims)