Sitting at the bar, sucking on a cigarette and sipping some Jack.  I feel a hand on my back, wrapping around me softly and then tighter until I feel my head tap another.  I know that hair.

“Hey.”  He says.

“Hey yourself.”

“Can I get a vodka tonic?  Thanks. Whatcha doin?” playing on his age a little.

I don’t really answer, just pull him closer so he’s almost on my lap.  He takes a drag of my cigarette; I follow then stick it in the ashtray.  His drink comes; he sips it slowly, as I began to nuzzle his neck.  He feels so good.

“Do you want to go out tonight?”

I pull him further sliding him over my hard cock.

“Unless you want to go straight to the backroom I think we should go home and take care of that.”

I nod knocking back the rest of my drink and slipping some money on the bar.  My hands on his shoulders as I pull him back on my dick to feel how hard it is, he nudges back playfully.  I can’t wait to fuck him.  

The ride home is so long he softly strokes my cock until I swear I’m leaking.  I pull him into the elevator, rip off his jacket and tug his shirt over his head.  I begin kissing his neck, hard; I can feel him through his jeans, our cocks pressed together tightly.  I back into the loft as he’s trying to unbutton my jeans.  We make it as far as the couch before I have to have him.

I lean him back and he rips my jeans down and removes my shirt.  He grabs a condom from the floor that fell out of my pocket, tearing it open and slipping it down on his own cock?  Wait! What? He puts a finger to my mouth as I reluctantly take it in and suck.  Once he thinks its wet enough he takes it out and brings it to my hole as he takes my cock in his mouth.  This is okay but that finger.  It dips in, just barely and it kind of hurts but damn it feels really good; he swirls, it just a little I know he’s wanted this he is just taking advantage of my overpowering need to get off.  He adds a second finger and after moving it a bit he thinks I’m ready.  He takes me out of his mouth and pulls me forward where I’m straddling him; he’s definitely never fucked me like this.  He is lining his cock up with my hole and he tries to kiss me, dueling me for supremacy, I give up, I mean he’s already fucking me.  He slides inside slowly, almost too slowly, I don’t want to look too eager, but fuck it.  I push down on him; he’s surprised and looks at me, questioning me for a moment.  I kiss him and tighten so he gets back to what he was doing, thank god.  
We start to fuck; he’s pushing into me harder than usual but I’m pushing back on him harder.  God we need to do this more.  

I feel my balls draw up and I was so focused on tightening that I hadn’t even noticed his hand pulling on my cock.  I cum, quick, I didn’t think that it would happen quite that fast.  I’m sad it’s over but this orgasm is intense, it just sneaked up on me.  I know Justin is about to cum, I can see it in his face.  He’s still thrusting into me then he stops with a groan, collapses against the couch.  He rolls us over so he’s on top and my legs wrap loosely around his hips.  We let our breath go back to normal.

“Mmm…That was great.”  He says stretching a little.  

“Amazing.”  

Then we don’t move there is no rush to go anywhere.  I’m glad he doesn’t want to get up yet because I just want to lay here with him for a while.