Speed Dating

Wonderland was bumpin. It wasn’t the first time that Russell had gone, but it certainly was the most packed he’d seen it in a long time. The twink was making his usual rounds, looking for his target. It was always the same idea: scan the room, most of the time there will be some big lonely bear at the bar with a wallet as fat as his belly, and in his mind, the money was better off with someone who knew how to spend it. To Russell, it was a means to an end. To get money, you have to get money, and this was the quickest and easiest way. He was callous, vain, self centered… but above all he was a user.

From his little perch in the corner, he browsed like he was selecting a piece of meat at the grocery store. There was the big tubbster at the end of the bar, surely at least drinks for the night. Grinding on the dancefloor were two muscle daddies that surely would be down for a threesome, for a price. Or better yet, the pencil pushing husband who’s trying to hide his wedding ring: all good options this evening. Just as he was preparing himself to go schmooze the poor schmuck fingering his golden ring, something caught Russell’s attention that he wasn’t quite expecting.

Across the room in a perch of his own sat a sexy young stud flashing him “the look.” He’d known that look for quite some time now, he used it nearly every night: it meant let’s fuck. Quite the dilemma for Russell: spend the evening swallowing his pride and some sad loser’s seed, but a few hundred richer after the atm; or he could get his ass plowed by this delicious caramel snack. Peering back at the bar, he pondered his decision, but while completely engulfed in his own plotting, he didn’t notice that the guy had started to make his way through the crowd toward him. Before he could even stand up to make his decision, he turned his head once more to find himself face to face with the stud.

He was tall, tan and handsome- at least 6'8 with a lean, built musculature underneath his white tank top and shiny black track pants. He flashed a half smile, his perfect teeth sparkled behind plump, voluptuous lips. Russell couldn’t help but immediately notice the diamond studs, the massive, fresh AF1’s, the thick gold cuban link bracelet… the guy was loaded. Perfect. Finally, a night where work and pleasure could finally coexist. He smiled with flirtatious intent, knowing all too well he was going to milk this stud for all he was worth- literally and figuratively.

“What’s goin on, blondie?” Russell repressed a moan at the stud’s velvety voice, smooth as butter.

“My name’s Russell, not blondie.” He was gonna try the bratty game. Suave, casanova types always love the chase, the battle. They wanna feel like they’ve won their prize, when in reality it’s just a carrot on a stick. The hunk smirked and huffed a laugh, and extended his hand.

“Name’s Jordan. Good to meet ya.” Russell grasped the tattooed hand, his sweaty yet silky palms made a shiver run down his spine. His entire body glistened and sparkled with beadlets of sweat in the flashing lights. He had to admit, this guy was mesmerizing for sure, but repeating over and over in his head were the words: eyes on the prize.

“Sure thing, Jordan. What brings you here tonight? You new or something, I haven’t seen you around.” He flashed another heart melting coy smile, tossing his strong inked arm behind his head.

“Yeah. New in town for sure. Lookin’ for a guy to show me around the place. You free?” Smooth play. This guy knew how to play the game, and it was clear he’d played many many times before. His eyes narrowed, his brow furrowed, leaning in ever so slightly just so Russell could catch a whiff of his cologne and musk. For the first time in as long as he could recall, Russell was flustered. This guy was hot, and deep down he did want him. Looking down, though, he saw two things: one, a massively growing bulge in the front of his pants, and two, the gold wallet chain around the belt loop. Bingo. Target acquired.

“Sure, babe. I know a few places. I’d… love to get to know you and give you a proper welcome.” He smirked mischeviously as he put his hand on Jordan’s torso, feeling the washboard abs beneath the sweat imbued fabric. Moving forward once more, the stud’s meaty bulge sat throbbing on the twink’s lap.

“Know anywhere quiet where we can… get acquainted?” He leaned in, placing his hand on the wall behind the reluctantly salivating twink. The heat from his pits smacked Russell’s face and graced him with the salty sweet scent of masculinity. Smiling, he took Jordan’s hand and lead him to the stairs behind the bar.

The revelry of the club became quieter and farther as they ascended to the second floor, typically only frequented by ecstasy rollers and wallflowers. Though, he knew all too well that the employee bathroom was likely unoccupied at this time of night, as the swamped bartenders were too busy flipping bottles in the air to take a break. He swung the bathroom door open, and the two entered with only a few quiet bystanders even noticing.

The bathroom was cramped, and only one lightbulb shone any illumination- but this was by design. Hard to keep track of your wallet when you can’t see. Russell spun around, flashing the same “fuck me” expression that had started this entire thing. Jordan’s eyes were nearly carnal, as he eyed the twink like a lion watching a gazelle. Slowly, the stud sauntered over, placing his hand on Russell’s. Like a character from a bargain bin romance novel, Russell brought it to his lips, kissing the inked hand gently before suckling on his finger. The black nail polish that adorned his hands signaled to him that the stud versatile and probably a little freaky, at least in his wide experience. Whether it was true or not, he prepared himself for a wild ride, before things took yet another an unexpected turn.

“You’re a beautiful guy, you know that?” Jordan’s big brown eyes bore holes into Russel’s heart, chipping away at the frigid and callous wall he’d built until the slightest hint of guilt crept in. A tender caress of his cheek broke the facade as Russell let out a slight gasp, a momentary lapse of control. That smooth lopsided grin crept once again on Jordan’s face, twinged with subtle naughtiness. “My man is gonna love you.”

“Your man?” Russell gasped out between labored breaths, the plan slowly fading away despite his best efforts. In the deepest recesses of his mind, he knew that somewhere within him he should be alarmed at the introduction of an unknown third party. Yet, as Jordan grasped his chin between his fingers, the minty freshness of his warm wet breath tickling his face, he had all but surrendered to the sheer power of this sex god’s testosterone-laden aura.

“Yeah, my man. I’ll let him introduce himself.” Jordan stepped backward into the light, the tepid glow of the single lightbulb casting shadows against the dirty wall. Though the distant bump of the bass from downstairs was still present, another sound began to rise in the small confines of the room. Wet, sloshing, yet elastic… almost rubbery, and it was growing in volume. From within Jordan’s slender frame he could ever so slightly see a form from underneath the skin seem to pull itself out of his back. Then, erupting from his arching and bulging back was the head of another man. A loud schlorp, and the man was fully out, and Jordan wavered in his stance, clearly dazed.

The hulking man had ebony black skin, veins bulging out of every muscle. Easily the same height as Jordan, but thrice the girth. He crossed his arms, drops of sweat dripping from his body, and looked over the shivering twink. Russell stood in a haze, completely unperturbed by the fantastic sight he’d just witnessed. The man’s booming voice commanded attention as he spoke.

“Looks like the musk worked.” He snapped his massive, meaty fingers in front of Russells confused face, not even a blink solicited. Entranced was the correct term, and entirely so by the emanating musk of the hulking man. Jordan came to, slowly rising to his feet, dusting himself off.

“That’s right, babe. Fuck I love it when you’re inside, the musk works every time! What do you think? Cute ain’t he?” The man grabbed and prodded Russell, who could only nod blankly. The Hunter now the prey. Pleased with the recon work, he turned to his lover, planting a passionate kiss on his supple lips.

“Gonna be a tight squeeze, Jay. But you were too, I always make some room.” He knew all too well, recalling the timid, sad mouth breather he once was before Frank entered him. He made him cocky, suave, sexy in every way, but he wanted more. He wanted a man, but not just any man. He wanted Frank in a new, young body, where the two sexy hunks could be together. No more judgemental looks from the jerks at the clubs, judging the aging daddy paired with the virile young hunk.

Jordan smirked wryly and walked over to Russell, spinning him around. He loved watching his man enter a new body, and this one was gonna be his home forever. He’d watched for months as this little shit stole thousands off of poor schmucks who didn’t know any better, or worse, were truly enamoured with his big blue eyes and coiffured blonde hair. He was a predator, but he’d finally met the top of the food chain.

“There you go, papi. Enjoy.” The man rubbed his slick hands together, and winking at his lover, Frank thrust his hands into the twinks back, a loud “Schluck” echoing in the room. The hulk had done this numerous times before, and this one wasn’t particularly challenging, just tight. As he wriggled his arms into place, Russells arms bulged out with massive, thick muscle, while Franks large hands slipped his on like tight gloves.

Creaking and squishing, sloshing and stretching, Russells body warped to accommodate the new mass. Plunging his legs into the back of his calves, huge quads and hamstrings inflated out like balloons engorged with water. Pulling him on like a pair of pants, Frank thrust his feet downward into place, his two gigantic and sweaty size 17 feet slapping against the tile floor, shredding the Gucci loafers to bits in an instant. The seams of his pants began to buckle and burst as they grew, before they themselves were shredded at the sheer pressure of their now 6’8 owner.

Thrusting his groin into the Russell’s perky ass, Frank could feel his huge cock slide into the sheath of the twinks smaller dick. A few more thrusts forward, grunting loudly at every wet slap, and it slurped itself into the tight cavity, while the skin closed behind his muscular bubble butt. Jordan groped his leaking bulge, eager to see the final results of his scouting expedition, and even more eager to finally “meet” his new man.

Frank had all but completely entered Russell, stroking his new, musky uncut cock with one hand, and gently placing the other on Russells forehead. Slowly, carefully, he pressed back against the former twinks head as it finally gave way. His head engulfed Franks in an instant, gargling and cracking into place. The boyish good looks melted away, as his jawline slimmed, stubble beginning poking out of its perfectly smooth skin. His nose cracked and flattened, and his eyebrows sank low and heavy. His coiffed hair tussled and became a sweaty, messy mop atop his head. One final deep crack, and he was done. Streams of cum shot out of his cock, showering Jordan in enough spunk for two grown men.

“Ah, fuck. That’s right.” Frank’s deep silky smooth voice poured out of his new plump lips with a swagger this body had never had before. He opened his eyes, one piercing blue, and the other a deep brown. He smirked at his boy, who had burst a load of his own in his jockstrap. Turning to the mirror, he examined his new self, smugly handsome with an inordinate amount of confidence. Pulling out his phone, he snapped a pic, labeling it “Day one.”

“Damn Frankie, you look good.” Jordan drooled as he copped a feel of the firm ass that was all his to fuck and eat, and got a nice faceful of that insatiating, virile musk that now poured unconfined from his hairy pits and ripe feet.

“You know it, baby.” Turning to kiss him, the two enjoyed their time together for the next hour or so. Russell was right, Jordan was a versatile freak, sucking toes, slurping ass, power bottoming, and cumeating.

Three hours after the two had entered the bathroom, the door finally swung open, the heavy scent of sex and musk poured out, while the Jordan and his new man Frankie exited the bathroom. The wallflowers stared confused, as this was not the little shit stirrer that they saw walk in. This guy was huge, built, tattooed… He was dressed in a tight black shirt, baggy grey joggers and big white AF1s, not the Gucci and Balmain that had entered. As the two left arm in arm out the door, all that was left in the bathroom were puddles of cum, and the shreds of some designer clothes. The bar had a noticeable lapse in pickpocketing, to everyone’s pleasure, and instead gained two new studly trainers who loved to have a good time.