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“Sure, definitely not the wrinkles. Want a drink?” Hywel headed over to the bar and I followed him.

I pointed at my favourite lager, and Hywel had a gin and tonic. The club, though loud was not yet busy and there was no one on the dance floor yet. We both walked over to a nearby booth and sat next to each other rather than opposite so we could hear one another.

“Thanks for this,” I held up the beer.

“Anytime. Typical country boy, drinking lager.”

“Nah, I’m just a top like that,” I said.

“Pfft. I’d have that arse if I wanted,” Hywel countered.

I chuckled and shook my head, but couldn’t argue. I needed a fuck tonight to get Hywel off my mind. And I didn’t mind whether I was fucking or getting fucked.

The bar steadily filled and we each got a couple of rounds of drinks. A bigger bear type guy with tattoos that rivalled mine was eyeing me up from the bar.

“He would utterly destroy you,” said Hywel in my ear when he noticed. It sounded like a…warning? Concern?

“How do you know that’s not what I want?” I asked. When the bear moved toward the dance floor, I followed with my lager in hand. When I looked back through the lights, Hywel was scowling at me. Jealous that I’d scored before him, I wondered?

“Hi,” the big bear of a guy shouted over the music.

“Hi. Want to dance?” I asked. He moved in closer and put one hand on my hip as I danced with him.

I wasn’t often one to take any kind of submissive role in public, but I ground my arse up against him in a way that I knew would rile Hywel.

I didn’t know why I was so keen to make him feel jealous, but I was. And I was owning it.

Another man joined the bear on the dancefloor.

They were similar looking guys, and one rubbed up against my back as the other ran his hands down my chest. I felt uneasy quickly, and found myself looking for Hywel again.

But the floor had filled with a new mass of bodies and I could no longer see where we’d been sitting.

“I’m just going to…” I started to move away, but one of the guys put his hand squarely on my arse.

I hadn’t asked for that. I clenched my fist by my side, ready to hit him if his hand moved any further.

I wasn’t afraid to defend myself, no matter the size of the guys.

But then another, smoother hand grabbed my clenched fist and pulled me swiftly out from between the two men.

“You’ve had your fun now babe!” Hywel shouted so loudly that he could probably be heard over the street, let alone over the music. He looked at the two men. “Thanks for looking after my boyfriend!”

Instead of leading me back to the table he pulled me further into the throng and started to dance. He was a bit stiff and awkward but sang along with the club remixes of Mariah Carey and Steps at the top of his lungs.

After a couple of songs I leaned in towards his ear. “I could have defended myself, you know.”

“I’m sure,” said Hywel in return. “But I thought I’d go the diplomatic route. I just didn’t want us chucked out.”

“If you wanted me all to yourself you could’ve just said,” I joked.

“So what if I did?” Hywel’s boldness took me by surprise and shocked me into silence for a second.

“So if you did, you better be doing something about it. I came here for a good fuck and I’m not having you pussyfoot around me getting what I want,” I said.

Hywel’s eyes went wide. Had that scared him off? Was he going to drop me back off with Daddy #1 and Daddy #2 on the dance floor?

No. One of Hywel’s hands travelled up the back of my leather jacket for his fingers to curl in the back of my hair and he pulled my head forward with intent.

Our lips clashed, as did our teeth as if each of us wanted to assert our dominance.

Hywel’s tongue found its way into my mouth and his fingers tightened in my hair so that it was almost painful.

When he finally broke the kiss on his terms, Hywel smiled.

His lips were puffy and I could already see the beginnings of beard-burn around them. Occupational hazard of kissing me.

“I won’t be fucking pussyfooting around you,” said Hywel. “You want me, you ask me, and I’ll give it to you. I just can’t bear…I can’t cope being around you and not getting to fuck you.”

He was saying exactly what I’d been too afraid to admit in my mind.

Ever since I’d had his mouth around me on the sofa I knew I wanted more.

I’d convinced myself that I needed a fuck elsewhere to get the bastard out of my system…

but maybe I needed Hywel in the same way I had needed him when I was sixteen.

Maybe actually getting fuck him, or get fucked by him, would be what finally got me over my teenage fantasy.

Maybe he wouldn’t be as good as I’d dreamed and I’d get over it as soon as we were done with that.

He could stay on my sofa until he found a place to stay and I’d just go back to seeing him as an annoying lodger.

Or maybe, he’d be the fuck of my life. Hywel’s fingers moved from my arse cheek to grab between my legs from behind, like he was trying to massage my prostate over my jeans. Impossible, obviously. But very fucking hot. His hooked fingers at my arse pulled me in close again.

“So what do you say?” he asked. “Is it a yes, or so I start looking elsewhere?”

This was my job, being the big intimidating guy who other guys found sexy and dangerous. Not this plumped up prissy London boy. But as his fingers searched for my entrance even on the dance floor I knew I was his, at least for the night. If he wanted to be dominant, then he had me.

“Where are we going?” he asked, for the first time sounding uncertain. “I don’t have the money right now for a hotel, and you can’t drive home…”

“Don’t worry, I’ll figure that out.” I could probably afford a hotel if I really wanted to. But I was just as happy to slum it. If Hywel wanted to fuck me in the bathroom of this club and then we slept in my car, I’d be just as happy.

We danced for a little longer, Hywel’s arms moved up to sit around my neck and I let them. What were we turning into? I didn’t…want him, any more than a fuck. Did I? What happened if he decided he wanted more? My drink-addled brain just let it all slide.

“One more drink?” Hywel asked. I nodded. He kissed me way too briefly on the lips and moved toward the bar. I followed him like a lost puppy, not wanting anyone else to think they could have me. I’d decided now that I was having Hywel and nothing could stop that.

Hywel had found a space at the bar and I elbowed a twink out of the way to stand next to him. “Oh, fuck off,” I said as the bartender brought over two clear shots, salt and limes.

“Bottoms up,” said Hywel.

“I’m vers,” I replied.

Hywel smirked. “Not tonight you’re not.”

I wouldn’t admit to the man that him being like this turned me on. That I was ready to submit. He’d fucked up the sexual power balance between us in a matter of minutes and I was feeling all sorts of ways about that, but mostly I just felt want .

“Toilets?” I asked. Hywel grimaced and shook his head.

“Come on,” he said. He grabbed me by the hand and dragged me through the crowd. I gave a cheery wave to the two bears who’d wanted me earlier in the night. If it was Open Season, I’d shot my shot with an entirely different animal.

We left the club into the freezing December air. There was frost on the ground and a chill wind roll-over my skin from the direction of the sea. I shivered despite my jacket.

Hywel dragged me down the street with intent, but then looked around once we’d reached the seafront with confusion. We’d both had a bit to drink, and I thought he might not have entirely thought this through.

“Too cold outside,” he said. His eyes alighted on my car, parked up on the front, and a slow smile spread across his face.

“Fucking hell man, we might get caught,” I said as he pulled me toward it.

“We might not though,” he replied.

I shrugged. I was no stranger to sex outdoors or in weird places but this had to be the riskiest I’d ever had.

I pulled open the back door and dropped the back seats into the boot to make a somewhat flat surface.

I had blankets and cushions from where I’d slept out rough before and I arranged them as best I could before Hywel climbed in with me, sprawling himself out on the chairs and fumbling with what looked like a very expensive belt.

I closed the door and awkwardly climbed over him.

It was only a little car so I couldn’t do much more than sit up or lie down.

I leaned over to press the little button that locked all the doors.

Within seconds our body heat had started to steam up the windows.

“Are you OK with this?” Hywel asked.

“Me? Yes, yeah. Of course.” I pulled down my jeans and cast them into the footwell and Hywel managed to pull his down along with his boxers.

His cock sprung free and I was reminded again how intimidating it was.

Not the longest, but thick enough to hurt.

Especially when I wasn’t exactly the most natural bottom.

But drink and horniness were powerful motivators and I’d prepped for the chance I might bottom for someone that night.

I pulled my boxers down and off and straddled Hywel.

There was no chance for, and no time for, romance.

I kissed him long and deep, tongue poking out and exploring the edges of his lips.

His one day stubble rubbed up against my lips much as my beard rubbed up against him, and I could feel his thick cock leaking precum as it rutted up against my arse.

“I need you right…fucking…now…” Hywel muttered between kisses.

I leaned over to my jeans to pull out my wallet.

I always kept a sachet of lube and a condom in case I ended up fucking someone.

I handed Hywel the condom to prepare himself.

As I coated my fingers in lube and ran them roughly up into my arse I only hoped that I had enough to make his entry bearable.

I fucked myself with two fingers, then three.

I could feel Hywel’s cock butting up against my hand as I did so.

Once I felt like I’d prepared myself as much as I could I drizzled more lube over my fingers and reached back to coat Hywel’s cock.

Hywel bucked up into my touch and in the dim light I could see his pupils dilate. I twisted my hand and he groaned.

“Now,” he said. “I need it now or I’m going to finish before I put it in you.”

I laughed. “Maybe it’ll be easier for me that way.”

“No pain, no gain,” said Hywel with a smile. “But seriously, if it’s too much, I understand. No pressure to…”

I cut him off by positioning his cock head at my hole and slowly sinking down onto it.

The stretch was like a slow burn, painful but not unmanageable.

It took a minute though before I knew that I’d reached the point where he could go no deeper.

I leaned backward, bracing myself on both hands as I slowly pulled back up and sat down again.

With each movement up and down pain gave way a little more to pleasure.

I leaned back further and felt the magic moment that his cock pressed perfectly into that point of pleasure.

“Fuck, that’s good,” I whispered. I allowed myself to push down harder, then pull myself up so that I knew his cock could almost slip out, then slammed down.

Again. Hywel grunted. When I looked at him his eyes were glazed and he looked at me with a tipsy grin.

One of his hands came up to wrap around my cock as I rode him.

I was starting to sweat with the strain of holding myself up but the burn in my arms and thighs was nothing compared to the pleasure that riding Hywel was giving me.

Hywel’s hand was doing wonders for my cock too. I panted and groaned with him as he jerked me, and within minutes I could feel myself reaching the point of no return. “I’m not going to last if you keep doing that,” I said to Hywel.

“Good.” His grip tightened and his hand moved even faster.

I came with a shout all over his shirt. There was no feeling like being fucked into an orgasm.

I must have lost momentum, Hywel reached up to pull me down so that I was curled up over him, our faces inches apart.

He started to thrust his hips into me, faster and faster, fucking me from underneath.

His hand curled into the hair at the back of my head to hold me in place.

His cock filled me completely and my erection hadn’t flagged despite me having finished already.

Hywel pulled my head down further to kiss me. He moaned into my mouth with one last thrust as he finished. We were both panting and sweaty, and I felt him smile into the kiss.

“Was that OK?” he asked after a moment.

“More than OK.” I pulled myself off him and laid down next to him. I knew I’d be sore in the morning, but it felt so worth it.

Hywel tied off the condom and dropped it into the footwell.

He laid back on one of the pillows and held out his arms for me.

I wasn’t normally an after-sex cuddle, but a combination of drink and dick must have addled my mind as I let myself into his embrace.

I pulled up one of the blankets around us to keep in the warmth our body heat had created.

“What are we doing about getting home? Or staying somewhere?” Hywel asked.

“I don’t know,” I muttered. “I’ll think about something.” I snuggled up against his chest and just this once let myself enjoy a moment of bliss. I had been just been fucked by the man I’d wanted and hated for so long. And it had been better than I could possibly have imagined.