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When Dan arrived at the party - slightly late, because his hair had fought him every step of the way - he was a little surprised to see the guy who greeted him at the door had taken his shirt off. It was a hot summer night in the city though, so why not? Dan was careful to be polite and not stare at the man's abs as he led Dan into the main living room.
There were several people standing around and chatting, but Dan's eyes were drawn to the several groups of people that were in various stages of making out, or possibly quite a bit more. He tried his best to focus on whatever else was available - the reality show that was muted didn't offer much of an alternative, though. He stared at the large blossoms of a tropical plant that appeared to be very well cared for in the corner of the room. It was nearly as tall as he was.
A few girls came up to Dan and flirted. That was hardly unusual, given that he wasn't out to anyone but a few very close friends. But oddly he felt himself responding a bit more than his usual baseline of not at all. Could you have a bisexual awakening at 19? For the gender you'd assumed you were attracted to from the start based on heterosexual expectations?
Dan heard some noise and music from down the hallway. He peeked down it and decided to walk over - he could always claim he was looking for the bathroom. The door at the end was open, with light streaming out into the darker hallway.
Dan nudged the door open - all he could see from this angle was a wooden dresser and clothes rack. The murmur of voices quieted slightly as the door creaked a bit.
There was a man, on the bed. He was kneeling, ass facing Dan and not a stitch of clothing on, and his hole looked stretched. As Dan watched, a bead of what could really only be one thing slowly dripped out and down his leg.
Dan shook himself out of his reverie. There were three other men in the room, all gathering clothes and calmly joking with one another. Dan knew that by now, he normally would have apologized, shut the door, and left the party in extreme embarrassment. And wanked to what he'd seen for the next six months.
But he didn't do any of that. Why should he? The man on the bed looked perfectly at ease, not restrained or drugged, just content. There was no reason that Dan shouldn't also use him, if he wanted that too.
As the other men filed out of the room, the man on the bed glanced behind himself, looking back through his black, perfectly straightened hair at Dan.
"You just going to stand there, then?" he asked. "Come on then, get your clothes off. You'll feel better. I did."
The man's tone was completely clear, not sluggish or confused. He sounded mildly amused, and certainly aroused. Dan really needed to check party invitations better - he wasn't going to complain now, but he hadn't known this would be that sort of party at all.
"I'm Dan," he said as he pulled at the lower legs of his skinny jeans, carefully removing them and cursing the trend that meant he could never get naked as fast as he wanted to, regardless of how motivated he was.
"Phil. Would you like to fuck me, Dan?" Dan was already hard, he thought maybe he had been since he walked into the apartment, but he was certainly aware of it now. He palmed himself as he took his boxers off and it did nothing to help him.
"You didn't answer," Phil said, slightly teasingly. "Gotta tell me how much you want it."
And that was really something, wasn't it - being talked to so gently and casually by a man who was fully naked and presenting like a bitch in heat.
"Yes, please." Dan felt like maybe he should be remembering something else but it was all consumed by the need to take Phil and fuck him until he couldn't remember any of those other men. Dan already couldn't remember any of their faces - they were unimportant. Phil was important. Dan knew he'd remember Phil no matter what.
Dan clambered onto the bed behind Phil and put his thumb over Phil's hole, feeling it twitch and flutter against him. He was soaked, and Dan was already so hard that he was leaking all over himself, which was unusual but helpful. There was very little friction and so much heat as Dan kneeled up and pressed in, earning a breathy sound from Phil as he turned his face back down to the pillow and clutched at the soft surface with his hands.
Dan could hardly believe Phil could even feel anything. Dan had done this before, with experienced men and non, but he'd never felt this total lack of resistance from the start. If Phil hadn't been making so much noise, Dan would have been worried he was unconscious. Phil's back arched as he thrust back on Dan, wordlessly demanding he pick up the pace.
"Who fucked you tonight? How many?"
"Ah - Dan - I don't know, I don't know!" Phil's voice reached a near scream as Dan relentlessly drove in. He could feel and see semen, displaced by his cock, as he fucked Phil, and somewhere in the back of his brain he liked it, liked that he would be replacing it so Phil would be full of his instead.
"Tell me." Dan had no idea why he needed to know, why any of this was important.
"You!" Phil cried. Dan could see the pillow getting wet under his face. "You fucked me," Phil moaned, "so good, so many times, no one else, please-"
Dan shoved Phil's hips down - he'd reached the limit of how hard he could go while his hands and Phil's legs provided the necessary counter pressure. He fucked Phil into the mattress instead, rougher than he ever remembered being before. He came hard, holding Phil still while he felt himself add to the mess, and then kept going. He hadn't gone soft and didn't feel like he was going to, not while he was inside Phil.
He paused to let his leg muscles recover and felt Phil's muscles, rhythmic around him like he was being milked, and then relaxation as Phil came under him. He stroked down Phil's back and over his ass - he did want to be gentler, but he didn't seem quite capable of it right now. He was glad that Phil seemed to be just as into it.
Dan went as slow as he could, letting them both build back up again. He lost count - some of his orgasms felt longer, less harsh, rolled nearly right into the next. By the time they separated, he had no energy left. Only some strange instinct pushed him to leave the bed - it wasn't his, it wasn't safe, he needed to take Phil somewhere safe and never let him go again. Phil willingly went with him, walking through the dark streets until they reached Dan's flat and then immediately tearing off their clothes and snuggling up together despite the heat.
When people asked how they'd met, years later, they occasionally told the real story, paraphrased. No one ever believed them.