The Club Boy Learned Quickly with Me That Night

There’s a sports club two blocks from my house, and I pass by the entrance almost every day. It’s part of my routine: the same route, the same corner, the same sidewalk full of guys coming and going with bags slung over their shoulders. I never paid them much attention. Until that week.

A guy complimented me the first time I passed by. Nothing major, just a casual remark, but it stole a smile from me before I could stop myself. A few days later I saw him again in the same place, leaning against the gate. He said something to me again, and I smiled again, almost angry at myself for doing it.

“Kid, you’ve gotten two smiles out of me in the same week. Count yourself lucky,” I told him without slowing down.

“Hey, shorty, wait!” He jogged a few yards until he caught up with me, then stopped in front of me, blocking the sun with those shoulders of his.

“Well? What do you want?”

“To steal a laugh from you. A real one, not one of those polite laughs.”

“You think you can do it?” I crossed my arms.

“Of course I can.”

He was very tall and athletic, with the relaxed confidence of someone who trained seriously. He was barely over twenty, an age difference that might have made me hesitate at another time. That afternoon, it didn’t make me hesitate about anything.

“Sunday afternoon, at this corner,” I dictated my number to him, and he wrote it down as if I were giving him a prize. “We’ll go have a snack somewhere. I’ll treat the first time.”

“I’ll be here.”

“I’m going to wear the highest platforms I own, because you’re two heads taller than me,” I laughed.

“Wear whatever you want. You’re incredible either way.”

We said goodbye and I kept walking. It took me half a block to realize I was smiling to myself like a little girl. How long had it been since I’d felt this way?

***

Sunday arrived, and I got ready with time to spare. Drying my hair takes a good while, so I started early. It was a mild afternoon, but they were predicting a chill at night. I wanted to look striking for him, so I chose a white top with thin straps, a tight denim miniskirt, white platform sneakers, and a black jacket for later.

I was anxious to be alone with that boy and could hardly believe it. How easily he had turned me on without us even knowing each other, without having exchanged more than four sentences. Tall, handsome, charming, proactive, with a smile that looked practiced but wasn’t. My mouth watered just thinking about him, and I don’t mean that figuratively: I remembered the way his bulge had shown against the shorts of his training uniform the first day I saw him, and my pussy clenched right there in front of the mirror while I put on my lipstick. I arrived on time, and he was already waiting for me.

“Hi,” I said.

“Hello.”

“I can’t believe you got here early. I don’t know whether you’re responsible or nervous.”

“I like arriving on time. Training taught me that. If you’re late, they won’t let you in unless you have a good excuse.”

“Well, look at you. They’re training you properly. I like men who do what they say.”

“Even better, then. Hey, you look beautiful. That skirt looks amazing on you.”

“Thanks, Lauti,” I said deliberately.

He froze for a second.

“Wait. How do you know my name? I never told you.”

“I have my methods,” I winked. “I’ll tell you later. Come on, walk slowly—I’ve got short legs.”

“I’ll give you a piggyback ride if you want.”

“Take note, because I’m going to hold you to that.”

We went to a bar a couple of blocks from the club. We went upstairs; I preferred that corner in case someone I knew passed by on the sidewalk and saw us. We ordered toasted sandwiches with juice and started talking, getting to know each other a little better. I liked the way he listened, the way he leaned across the table when I spoke, as if nothing outside existed.

The hour passed and night fell. We ordered a few beers and a steak sandwich to share, then another beer. The conversation remained light, but something was already floating in the air, dense and charged. At some point he began stroking the back of my hand on the table, slowly, without looking at me, as if testing how far I would let him go. I let him. Every brush of his fingers went straight down to my tits and from there to my pussy, which was already wet from imagining how I was going to have him.

“Do you want to go somewhere else?” I asked him. “We can take a walk. It’s a beautiful night.”

“Yes. Of course. Let’s go.”

I paid the bill and we went outside. At the first block he put his arm around my shoulders and melted me right there on the sidewalk. We walked like that for several blocks, wandering aimlessly, like two fools stretching out the time so the night wouldn’t end.

“Caro,” he said suddenly.

“What? Tell me.”

He didn’t answer with words. He grabbed me by the waist, pressed me against a wall, held my face with his other hand, and kissed me. I couldn’t hold back anymore. My instincts hadn’t failed me: he was the kind of guy who took the initiative, the kind who didn’t ask twice. I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a long, deep kiss with tongue, sucking his lips and biting them gently. At last I felt his heat pressed against my hip, the bulge of his rock-hard cock marking my bone, all the desire he had for me. I slipped my hand between our bodies and squeezed him through his pants. He was thick and long, throbbing against the fabric. A moan escaped me into his mouth.

“Tell me you have somewhere we can go,” I begged against his mouth. “Please, boy, I’m dying for your cock.”

“I live in an apartment, but I don’t live alone. I share it with two other guys.”

“Let’s go anyway. We’ll get inside and figure something out.”

“Whatever you want, beautiful.”

We kissed a little longer against the wall. He dared to lower his hand and squeeze my ass over my skirt, then slipped it underneath and touched me over my panties, feeling the wetness already soaking through the fabric. He muttered a curse against my neck when he realized how drenched I was. Then we kept walking to the building, laughing and talking nonsense to disguise our need, although I could barely walk from the wet panties rubbing against my swollen pussy. We entered the lobby, and fate played into our hands: there was an independent emergency staircase, separated from the elevators by a door. I took his hand, looked at him, smiled, and dragged him over there.

I opened the door. Inside was complete darkness until he found the light switch. The staircase was clean, empty, and silent.

“This is perfect. Let’s go up to the landing,” I said.

We climbed half a flight, to the landing between two floors.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“We’ll be alone. That’s the only thing that matters.”

“And how did you know my name in the end? Sorry, but I kept thinking about it.”

“You had it written on your club shirt, dummy. I saw you from behind the first day, when you left. I read it while I was looking at your ass. You’ve got an ass that sticks out enough to make anyone jealous.”

“Really? No one’s ever told me anything like that.”

“Get used to it, because I’ve got quite a few more compliments saved up for you. But first I want to check something. Take off your pants. All the way. And turn around.”

I went down a couple of steps while he loosened his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers to his ankles. His cock sprang upward, hard and thick, its red, swollen head exposed, the vein along the middle pulsing. My mouth suddenly filled with saliva. He turned around and showed me his ass, and it was beautiful and firm, exactly as I had imagined it. I grabbed his buttocks with both hands, caressed and squeezed them, sinking my fingers into the hard flesh. It was confirmed.

“God. Perfect. Firm, but made for squeezing. Don’t be scared of what I’m about to do,” I warned him.

I spread his cheeks with my thumbs, opened him wide, and pushed my face between them. I ran my broad tongue over his asshole from bottom to top, slowly, coating it thoroughly with saliva. He jerked and let out a muffled moan, but he didn’t move away. He gripped the handrail with both hands and gave me his whole back. I pressed the tip of my tongue there, circling it, pushing little by little until his muscle relaxed and let me in. I spat on the hole and licked it again, deeper, while I took his cock underneath with one hand and stroked it slowly. It was wet, dripping precum from the tip. I felt his whole body tremble, heard his breathing break up and his low curses slip out.

“Fuck… what are you doing, you crazy woman…” he murmured, and pushed his ass back against my face despite himself.

I indulged myself for a good while, until his asshole opened a little on its own, asking for more. I pushed one finger in as far as the first knuckle, very slowly, and he let out a long gasp that echoed through the stairwell. I pulled it out before he could get used to it. It wasn’t his turn yet. I gave him a sharp slap on the ass that left a red mark, climbed back up to the landing, and sat him on one of the steps, his legs spread and his cock pointing at the ceiling, shining with saliva and his own juices.

“You’ve got it all, boy. Everything,” I told him, kneeling between his knees on the step below.

I began licking him from bottom to top, along his entire length, looking him in the eyes. I ran my tongue over his balls, sucked them one by one, taking them fully into my mouth and tugging lightly with my lips. Then I moved up, licking the thick vein underneath until I reached the head. I kissed the tip, where that clear drop was still forming, and sucked it off as if it were candy. I gripped him with both hands, one above the other, and worked him for a few seconds, squeezing the base and twisting my wrist, while I stretched up to kiss him on the mouth and passed my own taste onto his tongue. I stole his breath away.

Then I lowered myself again and began taking him into my mouth little by little, patiently, because I was going to have my work cut out for me. First the entire head, enveloping it with my lips, sucking firmly and feeling it pulse against my palate. Then more: a quarter of his cock, half, turning my head so I could run my tongue along the sides while he was inside me. I pulled off and came back faster, until I got used to the thickness and could swallow three quarters of him. I sucked eagerly and noisily, letting saliva spill from the corner of my mouth, never stopping squeezing the base with my fist and twisting it each time I went up, gaining ground centimeter by centimeter.

With my free hand I caressed the weight of his balls, squeezing them gently while I filled my mouth with everything that would fit. I took his hands and brought them to my head. He understood. He dug his fingers into my hair, grabbed me with both hands, and stood up on the step. He began moving himself, slowly at first and then not so slowly, thrusting into my mouth and hitting the back of my throat. My eyes filled with tears, my mascara ran, and saliva mixed with his fluid dripped down onto my tits, which I liked, because it was proof he was reaching as deep as I wanted. I held onto his tight buttocks and took all of him that I could, letting him fuck my mouth all the way to the back, until I gagged, until he stopped my head with both hands, frightened by his own strength.

“Wait, wait, I’m going to come like this…” he panted.

I sat him down again without letting go. I took him deep once more and stayed that way for several long seconds, the tip pressing against my throat, holding still and feeling him pulse inside me, until I squeezed his arm to ask for air. He let go. I lifted my head and released him, and a thick curtain of saliva mixed with his juices fell over his entire cock, his balls, and his thighs. I took a deep breath, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, grabbed him again, and spat on him, spreading the saliva from top to bottom with my hand. I knew I was ready.

I stood up, pulled my miniskirt up to my waist, moved my panties aside, and let him see my shaved pussy, swollen and gleaming with wetness. I took his hand, brought it there, and guided two fingers between my lips, showing him how I was dripping.

“Look what you’ve done to me. All of this is yours,” I told him, then kissed him, letting him suck the fingers he had brought to his own mouth.

“Now give me your hand,” I asked.

I took his right hand and brought it to my neck, wrapping his palm all the way around it. Looking him in the eyes, I explained slowly how he had to squeeze.

“Squeeze me like this. Don’t loosen your grip until I tell you. I’m going to turn red, and I might cry a little, but it’s so I don’t scream with a cock like that and let anyone hear us. When I can’t breathe, I’ll hit your arm and you let me go. Got it?”

“Got it. I’ll follow your lead.”

He began squeezing. When I felt the words no longer coming out, when the air was trapped in my throat, I straddled him, placed the entrance of my pussy against his glans, and slid down onto his cock slowly, letting my own weight lower me. Despite how soaked I was, I felt how huge he was, gradually opening my pussy, stretching me, entering inch by inch until he hit the back of me. I took him whole. If I could have breathed, I would have screamed like a bitch. All that came out was a muffled squeal, a silent whimper, while my eyes filled with tears from the pressure on my neck and his cock buried to my uterus.

With his hand still squeezing my throat, I began moving up and down to mold myself to him. I felt him pull almost all the way out and drive back in to the hilt, felt my pussy open wider with every downward stroke, making that sticky, wet sound each time he slammed against my hips. I leaned back a little so his long arm would be more comfortable, and he grabbed my right buttock with his free hand, firmly, following the rhythm and helping me move faster. I felt his middle finger brush against me from behind, between my buttocks, almost accidentally, slippery from all the juices running down me from above. I took advantage of it: I guided his hand and pushed it into my ass. Just one knuckle at first, but as I sped up, it sank deeper. Half a finger, just enough, moving inside me in the same rhythm as his cock opened my pussy, and it set my whole body on fire. I was filled from both sides, plugged at both ends, and my orgasm began rising from my feet.

I slapped his arm and he released my neck. I let out a long, hoarse gulp of air without stopping the motion, and with my breath back, my voice finally came out.

“Oh, fuck, what a cock you’ve got, boy… keep going, don’t stop, don’t pull out…” I panted against his mouth, kissing him as best I could, biting his lip and sucking his tongue.

“You’re so wet, you’re dripping all over me…” he growled, without letting go of my ass, thrusting up from beneath and meeting me with his cock. “You have no idea how tight your pussy is…”

I wrapped my arms around him and started a fast, deep rhythm, bouncing on his cock and feeling his balls smack against my ass with every downward stroke. The finger was still inside my ass, moving in time with us, and I was about to come for the first time; I could feel everything tightening inside me. I stopped just before the end, breathing deeply and holding myself back. I didn’t want to come yet.

I stood up and pulled him out—his cock came out shining, completely coated in my juices—then turned around to face away from him. I spread my legs, bracing my hands on the step above, and impaled myself on him again, guiding him with my hand until I took him to the base in a single downward thrust. I let out a deep, animal growl.

“Again,” I ordered him. “Squeeze my neck like before. I know you liked it, you little pig.”

He did it more decisively this time, without fear, his hand firmly encircling my throat from behind. He wrapped his free arm around my waist and held me while I began moving up and down like a spring, bouncing on him and giving him my whole ass so he could drive into me to the hilt. I felt his cock strike somewhere new from this angle, deeper inside, and my orgasm began rising again, unstoppable. Then I slowed the rhythm, making it slower and dirtier, rolling my hips and moving my ass in circles with his cock inside me, letting him scrape every wall.

He released my neck, grabbed my hips with both hands, and slapped my left buttock sharply, the sound echoing through the empty stairwell, then slapped the right one. He accompanied every downward stroke with his hands, guiding me and setting the rhythm, thrusting up from beneath with the force of his hips. I heard my own moans, high and drawn-out, mixed with the wet slapping of my soaked pussy.

“Come inside me,” I begged, looking at him over my shoulder. “Come on, inside. I want to feel everything.”

“You’re crazy… I’m going to fill you…” he growled, gripping my hips with both hands and digging his fingers into my flesh.

I sped up, searching for the finish, moving desperately and moaning shamelessly, feeling the orgasm explode from my pussy to the tips of my hair. I clenched down around his cock, trembling and letting the wave wash over me, biting my lip so I wouldn’t scream. I felt his whole body tense behind me, felt him grip me tightly and swell a little more inside me. Finally he filled me with a muffled growl against my nape, thrusting short and deep, jet after hot jet, until the very last drop. It was intense and long, exactly what I had come looking for. I felt his muscles begin to relax, and his cock kept throbbing inside me after he came, still hard, still filling me.

He fell backward onto the steps, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me down with him until we were both lying there, panting, his cock still inside my pussy. I took the opportunity to squeeze it from inside with my muscles, milking him slowly and drawing out the last drops. He let out a hoarse gasp and grabbed my tits beneath my top with both hands.

“Did you like it?” I asked, still breathless, rolling my hips so he could feel it one more time.

“Insane. I have no words. You’re not normal.”

“I can be whatever you want me to be,” I told him, turning my head to look at him. “But I was dying for this. To feel you like that, buried all the way inside me.”

“The best of my life, no doubt. You’re a beast. Seriously.”

I got up slowly, easing him out inch by inch, and felt a warm stream of his cum run down the inside of my thigh to my knee. I wiped it up with one finger, put it in my mouth, and showed it to him before swallowing it. His eyes lit up.

“This staircase is going to bring us a lot of joy, I guarantee it. Next time you’re coming to my place, I promise. And then you won’t walk away. I’ll tie you to the bed and drain you dry.”

“Don’t make me think about that now—I’ll want to go right away,” he laughed, still unable to sit up properly.

“Me too. But get dressed, come on, before your roommates send someone looking for you.”

We straightened our clothes between laughs and kissed again, this time without rushing, with the calm of people who already knew there would be a next time. He walked me to the sidewalk. Before I left, I slipped my hand beneath my skirt, took off the panties soaked with both his fluids and mine, and placed them in his hand.

“A souvenir,” I told him. “So you remember me. Smell them when you’re alone. Take care. We’ll talk.”

We said goodbye with a hug, and I walked home alone, feeling his cum still slowly trickling down the inside of my thigh with every step, the cool night brushing my face, and a smile that wouldn’t go away. How long had it been since I’d felt this way? And for the first time in a long while, I knew it was going to happen again.