The Stranger Ch. 02

Over the course of a week, Adrian had been jerking off thinking about his encounter with the stranger. The way his lips grazed his skin, the way it felt to be opened by him. The vision of his eruption. He went back to the same spot with nothing but hope and found no one. He took several pictures of the hickey he found the next morning and slept with the stranger's shirt by him each night. His mind was a gathering storm, the sound of distant thunder rolling in.

That thunder began coming in rhythm until it morphed into the pounding of a club remix version of a song that probably wasn't meant to be danced to. Standing on the sidelines of the dance floor of the same club as a week prior, Adrian was left uninspired to join the slowly growing crowd. Instead, he watched.

Chaz was there. Of course he was; dancing with his friends that giggled like a clique of mean girls that never moved beyond high school bullying. Lyrics of yearning for love were lost in ass shaking and grinding. They weren't even on beat, Adrian had thought.

He held onto a full cranberry vodka with the ice half-melted in his numbing fingers. There was no intention of drinking it, but he would not be caught off guard again. He would not be bullied.

With the shift into the next song, an icy gust of wind swept by. It encapsulated him from the soles of his feet up to the left side of his face. Strange, he thought, considering the front door was on the other side of the room. His attention was caught by the transitional bass turning into one of his favorite songs; a song that never failed to make him want to move. A weight began to lighten. Just as he was about to step out onto the floor to dance it all away, his drink seemed to get colder.

Adrian turned over his shoulder and set it down on a nearby table, and with the slightest glance up, he saw him; the stranger.

He was leaning against the bar, facing outwards, surveying the crowd with a hunter's eye. He was wearing a black tank top and leather pants. Adrian's heart skipped a beat, and his eyes nearly popped from their sockets as they travelled down to see a rather prominent bulge. The shape of his head tucked tightly against his thigh was visible even from ten feet away. A lump formed in Adrian's throat, and he froze in place.

Only a moment passed before the stranger pushed off the bar and began to make long, slow strides towards him. Adrian snapped around and stared straight ahead, hoping he hadn't noticed him unapologetically staring at him. What was he going to say? He should be casual. But then why was he so nervous? They'd only met once, and Adrian didn't even get his name. Did the stranger look for him too? Was Adrian being delusional? He felt the thunder growing.

A dull pain in his arm interrupted his thoughts as he stumbled forward a bit. He just barely caught his balance before face planting. Looking up, he saw the stranger had shoulder checked him on his way to the floor. He didn't even look back. A heavy weight fell into Adrian's stomach, and all color drained from his face. Maybe he hadn't seen him...? A coldness bit into him, but as he stared at him moving onward, that cold turned into fire as the stranger held out his hand to none other than Chaz.

It took Chaz an entire two seconds to process what was happening, and a sly smile grew. He placed his hand into the stranger's and was quickly spun around and pulled in. The two of them melted into each other as they moved to the beat of the music. The stranger's hips moved so fluidly and his hands began exploring Chaz's sides. Chaz's own hands reached up to feel the man's chest and slipped onto his broad shoulders. Their mouths moved, but only the sound of Adrian's favorite song came out. Chaz laughed. All the while, Adrian's feet stuck to his spot as if they were buried in cement.

In a swift movement, the stranger took Chaz by the hips and spun him around, pulling his back into him. Chaz's eyes went wide, undoubtedly feeling that impressive bulge make contact. Adrian knew that feeling. The stranger's arms wrapped around Chaz as they swayed to the changing song. Bliss overtook him as the lights flashed and a group of people blocked Adrian's view.

A fever of embarrassment and envy flushed his cheeks as he craned his neck to try and see around them. As the song changed once more, a flood of people stormed the floor, washing the couple further and further from his sight. Time seemed to simultaneously slow down and speed up with each passing second of not seeing them.

Finally gathering the courage, Adrian took a step onto the dance floor himself. As soon as he did, a part in the crowd formed, and he saw the stranger grinding his clearly tenting cock against Chaz's perky ass. Even with his cheeks burning hot, he couldn't look away. His heart pounded against his chest and blood still rushed south. Did it have to be Chaz? Of all the people there?

Standing as still as stone, Adrian watched as the stranger leaned into Chaz's ear to say something. He watched as he peeled himself away. And he watched as he walked past him back towards the bar. Adrian saw him order a drink, and when he turned back around, Chaz had disappeared into the crowd. Adrian didn't know if he could handle watching the stranger leading Chaz out of the club at the end of the night. It was now or never.

With every step towards him, Adrian felt his focus come more and more intact. Sure, they could dance together and have a good time, but Adrian had already gone all the way. And it was a good time too! And sure, the stranger disappeared without a word, but you can't fake that kind of pleasure. Right?

As he went to tap him on the shoulder, he noticed the sweat and heat radiating off of him. It made Adrian melt a bit. As the man turned around and looked directly into Adrian's eyes, he was thrown off. They were blue. His eyes. Icy almost. He could've sworn that they were brown the other night, but there he was. The words that were at the tip of his tongue, ready to jump out faltered, and a single eyebrow arch forced him to repeat himself.

"I said I had fun the other night," Adrian said with a thinner voice than usual. A blank expression rested on the man's face. He continued with, "Maybe we could do it again sometime?"

The stranger's piercing eyes onced him over with apathy as he thought for a moment. A slight smile crossed his face, but something about it felt cutting. He nodded for Adrian to follow, and without a word, walked off. Again.

Adrian didn't hesitate this time.

The stranger snaked his way through the crowd with ease and grace. Struggling to keep up, Adrian resorted to elbowing people, forcing them to make room. Still, they were separated, and Adrian ducked and weaved through the crowd, dodging arms and legs as if it were an obstacle course. The lights blinded him with the most fantastic shades of blues and violets. He caught sight of the back of the man's head just before he slipped into the bathroom. He was quick to follow.

When the door swung shut behind him, the loud, pounding music softened to a dull. Adrenaline rushed throughout his entire body and landed in his crotch, already starting to form a boner. A warmth overcame him as he noticed that all of the stall doors were open. He knew though that his prize awaited him at the very end.

Entering the stall, the stranger was leaning against the wall as if he'd been waiting there for long and had to get comfortable. Only his cold eyes moved when Adrian locked the door behind him. Adrian couldn't help but smile, not only being excited to see him again but also feeling as if he had won against Chaz. He stepped forward to close the space between them and relive that passionate kiss he had been dreaming of.

He was met with a stiff arm to the chest. The air was knocked out of him, and yet again, he was thrown off. The stranger didn't say a word as he put his hand on Adrian's shoulder and pressed down. Stunned, Adrian stood still at first, but his knees betrayed his pride, and he sank to the floor.

Adrian's heart hit the floor before he did, mind whirling with thoughts. How could this be the same person he met in the park? All he could do was stare at the man's crotch as he unfastened his belt and unzipped his pants.

As the base of the stranger's cock came into view though, any conflicting feelings disappeared. Adrian's heart pounded as he pulled the leather down, revealing inch by inch, until the beauty bounced out before him. Adrian didn't know he could be so horny until that moment. His own cock pushed with all of its might in its underwear prison. This was a two hand job, and he had no time, or thought, to do anything about his own pleasure. He looked up to see a smirk.

One hand wrapped around the stranger's shaft to feel a soft pulse, and then the other. Still looking up at him, the man smirked down at him as he puckered up and kissed his tip ever so gently. Slowly, he parted his lips and got his first taste. Saltiness; no doubt from the dancing. But there was also a hint of something sweet; cherry, maybe.

The stranger's skin was soft to glide along Adrian's tongue as he took more and more of it into his mouth. Adrian's hunger grew by the second, and soon, he was halfway. A deep moan told him all he needed to know as he started to bob his head up and down on it. With one hand, he stroked the thick base, and with the other, he cupped and gently massaged his hanging balls.

As the stranger's cock became slick with spit and Adrian sucked harder, Adrian's own cock strained painfully, tucked away, begging to be relieved. The stranger then ran his fingers into Adrian's hair and gripped. He pushed him off of his cock and pressed him against the stall. A couple strands of spit connected them still, and a couple more fell into his lap. He gasped for air.

His time off was short lived though. The stranger slipped himself right back into his mouth, but kept going this time. Adrian felt that perfect head push back into his throat, blocking all airflow. He reached around still to pull him in though. With teary eyes, Adrian looked up to see a slight impressed look on the stranger's face. His chin was warmed by warm balls, and his nose was tickled by pubic hair.

Holding himself inside, the stranger gently moved one of Adrian's hair strands back into place. He stroked his cheek softly, wiped away a tear. He placed his other hand on the opposite cheek. Then, tenderness fell away as he abruptly braced Adrian's head in place before his hips took off.

Every inch of the stranger's member slid in and out of Adrian's drooling mouth. It felt a mile long as it dove into his throat once more, but it also felt like heaven. In that moment, Adrian became the most eager-to-please mouth to fuck for that man. And the speed began to pick up.

It was a gradual incline at first but quickly turned into more than he had expected. The stranger was bucking in and out so quickly, Adrian could feel the walls of his throat and mouth being punched by an ever-hardening cock. Tears streamed down his face, and if either of them had cared to look, they'd see that there was a darkening wet spot forming in Adrian's crotch.

What felt like forever, and absolutely no time at all, came to an end when he withdrew from Adrian's mouth. The stranger grabbed himself and jerked off for maybe five wet seconds before erupting a load of hot, thick cum right onto Adrian's face. Spurt after spurt hit his forehead, his nose, both of his cheeks, and it rolled down until it dripped off from his jawline. Adrian's mouth hung open, half from awe at the climax and half from the desire to catch a taste.

As Adrian licked his lips to get a drop in, the stranger tucked his wet dick back into those tight, leather pants, clearly still hard. Adrian wanted to sit there and relish in the feeling of being painted, but he couldn't let this man slip through his fingers twice. He was struggling to gather the strength to pick himself up off the ground as the stranger swiftly unlocked and exited the stall.

"Hey, wait! I wanna get your number," Adrian called after him as he fumbled after him.

The man didn't turn to reply though. Adrian tried to catch him at the door, but then caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He couldn't go back out there in his present state. Frustrated, he went to the mirror. He knew he was losing him, so he scooped as much cum as he could with two fingers and licked that off before washing the rest off in the sink, internally grieving the facial. He savored the taste for as long as he could.

While wiping his face with a rough paper towel, a dizziness washed over him as he went for the door. Holding tightly to the handle to keep from falling over, he shook it off and pulled. He could still catch him and was prepared to plead.

The music overtook him again as he frantically searched the crowd. There were considerably more people, but none of them were who he was looking for. He pushed his way past a group of people, ignoring whatever comments they called out after him. Blinding lights flashed into his eyes, deterring him even further.

A cold rush shocked his system as it ran from his chest down to his feet. Once he managed to bring his eyes back into focus, Adrian realized that he had collided with a woman and her drink had spilled all over him. His torso was doused in the unmistakable stench of tequila.

"Oh my god, sweetie! Are you okay?" the woman asked, placing a warm palm on his shoulder. Adrian looked up into her eyes, but before any words could come out, someone in all black left through the front door in his peripheral. His stomach turned, heart skipped, and the cold went numb. He pushed past her in his pursuit.

"Hey! You owe me a drink!" the woman called after him as he beelined towards the door. The thumping music made a crescendo right as he stepped outside and then became a quiet afterthought.

The night air was blowing. A couple stood smoking, the bouncer preoccupied on his phone. The moon hung high in the sky.

No one else was in the sight.