Peraya:The One Shot Library

The Guy from the Bar (1/2)

Summary: A passionate night starting at a bar. One night stand? Or would it lead to more? ~explicit content~

Krist looks around, his mask in place. It's a busy day, not surprising because it is the weekend after all; and he hopes he can get what he has been craving for so long. A hot stranger who will fuck him senseless. It's been about 2 whole months since he last got fucked. Work has been on his mind a lot lately, and he didn't have much time to fool around.

He gives one of the creepy guys, who has been staring at his ass for a little too long, a slight smile, enough to turn the man hornier than he already was, thinking that Krist was interested in him. But before he could appear and ask Krist for anything, Krist disappears. Like always.

Krist laughs to himself as he sees the other man look around frantically, trying to spot him. No one can ever catch him, unless he wants to be caught.

He looks around and suddenly, from the corner of his eyes, he sees a man who makes his ass clench. God he is hot!

Tanned skin, and a good build, thin lips, sharp eyes, and an aura of dominance. Plus hands which look like they could do a lot of things. Krist feels his skin tingle as he stares at the man in front of him. He isn't one of the regular customers. That's weird, because not everyone comes to a gay bar unnecessarily. Maybe someone just experimenting with his sexuality? If that's the case, then Krist will show him exactly how good it gets with another man. Krist never really understood the concept of heterosexuality anyway. So cringey!

He watches as the Said man sits at the counter and asks for a drink. The man looks tensed. Krist wonders if this man is actually very boring to talk to. Not like that matters. Krist knows exactly how to get a cock inside him. A good fuck is all he needs. The man is like a Greek god, and Krist's insides are squirming to be wrecked by him. It's been a long time since a man made him so needy. And just like that, Krist decides, taking off his mask.

Tonight, he is mine.

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Singto glances at his surroundings, his cigarette in hand, his shrewd eyes taking in everything. The Heterosexuality Ban is one of the most popular gay bars and strip clubs in Bangkok. Although he lives nearby, he has never visited this place before. Admittedly, Singto doesn't like frequenting these places because of his profession, but today he just wants to have some fun. Maybe get drunk , or get laid, or both.

He misses his old days, when he could be his wild self. He loves his job but it definitely has bound him down. He has been so busy at work that he can't even remember the last time he saw a pretty ass, much less fucked one. He orders a whiskey on the rocks and looks around, trying to locate a pretty guy to chat up.

He can see a few guys, but no one particularly attractive. He wonders if he should just head through the elaborate door leading to a deeper corner of the club- the strippers' zone. But he doesn't move, instead taking in the wooden panels, the warm lights, the dance floor, which was more like a space for people to grind against each other. This club is known for being classy and he can see that the owner actually has class and taste.

It's not shady, far from that. It's preppy, but not overbearingly so. It's just the right thing for someone like him. Not too loud, not too soft.

"Hey there Handsome." A sweet voice calls him out, and he turns his head towards the counter to see a very pretty guy behind the counter. Gone is the other man who had taken his order, and now a celestial beauty stood before him. Singto feels his cock twitch in his pants as his eyes scan the other's face.

Pink full lips, fair face, seductive eyes. The red checkered shirt he is wearing has the top three buttons left undone, exposing a fair milky chest. Singto can't see his ass, but he is sure this guy would be well loaded there too. He smirks. All in all, a total 10.