"You look fine, stop fidgeting," Roger snickered rolling his eyes. Im mostly doing this for him- he needs the free mind as much as I do.

"Oh, I know I do. I always dress to kill," I respond, embellishing my snarky comment with a nonchalant smirk.

I've only just recently started to robot like my old self again. Leave it to these guys to get me tipsy enough to agree to this night out.

We walk into Heaven, it's eccentricity vibrant atmosphere is more than what I expected, but whatever way, we make it to an empty table. The four of us just sit around, taking the scene in. The club is fairly a new opening and I have to say- I don't think the guys knew it was mostly meant for gay men. Not that it matters, they're all married anyhow.

A couple of hours tick away and we've decided to stay and get as drunk as possible. Making a sort of competition out of the whole thing, we slam shots and have a waitress refilling our pitchers of beer on standby by. It feels so refreshing to have a laugh again with the boys, though I know it's mostly the alcohol elevating my distorted happiness.

A rather plump fellow makes his way to our table. His confidence intrigues me as he takes a seat from a nearby table and plops himself right next to me. Roger wiggles his eyebrows at me as he takes a gulp of his beer, while John winks at me with a knowing smirk.

"I think we need another refill, where is that waitress...guys?," Brian stands from his seat pretending to look around. He starts to walk away and Roger and John follow his lead.

"Can I buy you a drink?," The man leans closer to me, propping his elbow on the ledge of the table. He's got broad, muscular shoulders that are clearly accentuated by the white vest he wears. His eyes, though very glossy in drunkenness, are soft and kind. His smile is highlighted by a bushy mustache much like mine.

"I've already got my fill," I smirk at him, lifting up my glass and taking a slow sip of beer. Bring the cup down from my mouth, I cover my teeth as I pull my top lip over them, licking the foam from the long hairs of my mustache.

"A dance, then? Give a guy a chance," His hand finds my knee under the table. He starts to rub up to my mid-thigh and back down to my knee again, waiting for my response.

The heavy flirtation makes me smile shyly. I bit my lip to keep my grin in check. This is probably the luckiest fan of the night.

We make our way to the dance floor. He pulls me by our locked hands until we find an open section to move around in. The whole place is jam packed, sweaty bodies smash around each other in a big heap of love for disco melodies. We dance alone at first, giving into the beat I sling one lazy arm around him to keep me steady. The flashing lights and booming music makes my head spin. Every color dips into the other, streams of pink, green and yellow brighten up his face as he smiles down at me.

He brings his hips to grind against mine, I comply by opening my legs so our limbs can pretzel together in a sultry, sexy groove. Every spark I feel inside at the warmth of his chest against mine is a swarm of lust I thought I'd never feel again. His smile, our giddy laughter, the way his large masculine hand grips my ass- its all so much to take in.

I feel like a new man, living again in a different world and all because he took my hand. I feel everyone's stare on us as I begin to dance the way I do on stage. Sexual, seductive and prowling around the place, but he gropes my hips and brings me back to him. His sparkling eyes stare into mine as we sway together, holding streaky onto each other's waists. Feeling the adrenaline and shots of vodka heightening my bravery, I grip the sides of his face in my hands and dive into his lips.

He says his name is Jim. I hate that fucking name- no. I can't think of her right now- I won't.

He says he doesn't know my name and doesn't care for my fame. I call that a crock of shit, but go back his flat with him, anyway.

As soon as he unlocks the door to his home, he playfully pulls me into the main room and brings us together at the hips. He plunges his lips onto mine, funny how I can feel his mustache tickling me, even with having one myself.

We walk together as he blindly leads me into another doorway. He begins to grope me in all the right places with a firm, heavy hand. I relax into the feeling of his hand cupping me inside of my jeans. I stick my tongue into the parted slip from his lips, and kiss him desperately. I feel a thrilling overwhelming sensation of a bright new joy, I feel loved. I never thought I'd feel that again.

As rough as he pushes me down to his bed,he contrasts the action, by gently tugging me out of my jeans, I quickly whip my shirt off before he climbs on top of me. We kiss in our underwear, the heat from his tongue drips onto mine as I run my hands along his husky build. His masculinity turns me on, i wrap my legs around the dips of his hips as I begin to grind my hardening erection against his.

His lips travel down to my neck, his mustache does tickle madly- So, this is what Cherie used to feel- NO. STOP- leave her out of this.

Our cocks begin to stiffen too tightly for comfort underneath the hold of our underwear. He bends back and off of me, into his knees to pull his cock out. I'm nervous. Why am I timid? His cock is- holy shit his cock is huge! How am I meant to take th-

He yanks my underwear down, without me having to make the decision. He begins to stroke himself in one hand, the other he used to grip my shaft, squeezing the precum from my engorged tip. A deep, long moan escapes my parted lips as I keep my eyes locked on his hands. Maybe if I just close my eyes, maybe if I just imagine that it's her-

With my eyes sewn shut I surrender to the swirls from his tongue as he licks me up and takes the length of me into his mouth. I gargle on my euphoric groans of pleasure, I whimper at the way he swivels and twists his massive hand while sucking my cock at the same time. He moans with his mouth full of me, causing my body to twitch at the vibrato massage.

I begin to buck my hips, digging my stiff cock deep into his throat. He makes choking sounds, but that's his problem- right now I need to feel sweet release. Aggressively, I guide his head as he tries to keep sucking me as hard as he can wrap his lips around my thickness. I feel his teeth and the sudden burn of anger makes me push his head down to give him my entirety. I hold his head down, listening to him choke and gag, waiting for his throat to relax and give into me. His hands slap against my thighs, asking to be released from such punishment.

I start to move his head up and down on me more rapidly, slamming my hips upward at the same pace, completely selfish and full of desire to fuck his mouth until I'm finished. The build up- its there. The shivers that fire up my body, perk my nipples, squeeze my nuts inside their sac- I explode my load into the back of his throat, holding him steady, as I cry out into my orgasm.

His lips smack with a popping sound- I watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows my cum. He brings his head back to my face, kissing me passionately. I taste myself on his lips, his mustache is rough on my face, brushing my skin as he swallows my tongue.

He pulls away from the kiss, his fingers trace the outlines of my jaw, my cheekbones, his hand cups my the side of my face. As his smile grows, my fades- She used to touch me like this. God, what the fuck am I doing-

"Your turn," He breathes his words against my lips before kissing me again, breaking me away from my thoughts.

"Turn over for me, baby," He pumps his ready cock in his hand, jerking himself quickly, anticipating the dive.

I bite my lip with the sharp edge of my tooth- unsure, self conscious, embarrassed. I turn over on all fours, his hand slides down my spine, persuading me to arch my back. I listen to his cues and do so, adjusting my knees into the mattress by spreading them apart for a better angle. Please let this be worth it. Please make it feel so fucking obliterating that I can escape from my hauntings for a while.

His heavy cock slaps against my ass cheek, he switches to the other, the thud of his thick shaft excites me. "Are you ready for me?," He asks and all I can do is nod my head quickly, trying to fight against the tightness of my chest.

I feel the mattress shift beneath me as he hurries over to his nightstand, grabbing a tube and positioning himself behind me again. The cool gel makes me clench my cheeks, but he spreads them open, all the whole whispering husky encouraging words. "It's alright Daddy, I'm gonna take care of you..," His finger dips into my opening, stretching me with two next, then three thick fingers. He jingles his way around, turning his fingers into half circles, feeling the tightness of my muscles around him. I feel myself getting loose, becoming readily amped to have him in me. He takes his fingers out, and the jerking noise of him masterbating stops.

"Now, you're ready my candy stick, Daddy-,"

I can't do this. I can't-

I jump off of the bed so fast, a gasp comes from his mouth at my new jittery look. My eyes can't stop absorbing every trace of thick, dark body hair, the rolls of muscles, the length of his thickness-

"I-I'm so sorry, Jim. I-I gotta go.,"

"Freddie, what the f-,"

"I'm so sorry....," I clear my throat and we both stand across the bed from each other. The barrier between us makes me comfortable to move around and collect my clothing. I start to get dressed feeling completely mortified by his now angry glare.

I'm such an idiot. Of course he's angry- I would be, too! I've just got my rocks off and left him hanging. Literally.

My eyes begin to well up with tears and I curse my drunken state for allowing them to fall in front of a stranger. Jim catches my wrist as buckle my pants, he gives a soft, side smile and his eyes follow the light stream of a tear gliding down my face.

"Hey...it's okay...Did I scare you?,"

Yes. Very much so.

I shake my head slowly, unable to look into his eyes for too long. He pulls me down to sit on top of his naked lap, his hand rubs circles into my chest hair as I begin to cry in his arms.