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as only inebriated club goers in roller skates can. I froze, mid-kiss, until Sage pulled away and put a finger to his lips. I nodded, motioning that my lips were locked and the key thrown away. My other hand didn’t leave his heavy pouch though; I could keep quiet and fondle him at the same time. Besides, I enjoyed the thrill of hiding out in a bathroom stall with a handsome man while sharing an illicit drug and touching one other in an inappropriate manner. I felt like a randy juvenile delinquent.
    Sage whispered, “Shhh,” and knelt down on the floor in front of me, skates askew, eyes imploring me to pull my shorts down. Without hesitation, those flimsy things were down around my ankles, hanging over my skates. With no underwear to restrict it, my boner stood straight up, rigid and crimson and angry-looking, resembling a red missile lethal enough to destroy any throat or asshole it struck. A throat was first. Sage licked the underside of my glans, eyes up at me before swallowing me down to the base, his nose tickling my pubic hair. I almost screamed. The pleasure was so intense, so personal, so bat-shit crazy that I couldn’t be silent. I moaned. Sage stopped sucking, peering up at me with a warning look in his eyes even as those twinkling sex-crazed orbs made sweet love to me.
    Toilets flushed, faucets opened, hand dryers blew. “Come back to the party soon, boys!” Allan called out, giggling in his good-natured way. The birthday boy knew we had traipsed off to the bathroom together and didn’t seem to mind that we were still in there fooling around. Okay. Cool. The coast was clear, now back to business: Sage’s mouth on my cock.
    He sucked me like no one had ever sucked before. There should be a new medical term for fellatio besides “oral stimulation of the penis,” because what he was doing to me down there was ten times that and involved a stimulation of all five senses. My mind reeled and every synapse in my body fired off sparks of desire. Suddenly I wanted Sage’s prick in my mouth like I needed oxygen, the sheer compulsion rendering me dizzy and light-headed as if I had just blown up a balloon.
    With strength I didn’t know I possessed, I managed to wrench his warm mouth off of me, pull up my shorts and lift him up to a standing position before my skates skidded on the floor. I crashed down hard, my left skate slipping out from under the stall door before I was properly situated. Although my knees throbbed from the impact, I didn’t give a shit. How could I, when sex-fueled chocolate coursed through my body, putting all vestiges of pain on hold? I fumbled with Sage’s buttons, fingers shaking, until I peeled his jeans down. His white Jockey briefs were cute enough, but it was the erection inside of them that unlocked my jaw until it hung open in disbelief. As if on cue, I heard Hot Chocolate’s “You Sexy Thing” belting throughout the club. I believe in miracles, where you from, you sexy thing. Sage’s fat hard-on snaked all the way to one side in his underwear, the tip peeking out in anticipation, already expelling a thin stream of clear pre-cum. I almost fainted. Instead, I licked the wetness eagerly, savoring the salty essence tinged with a sweet, dessert-like aftertaste. I had to eat that. With a grunt, I yanked his underwear down and ogled the heavy tool springing up in release. Sage’s circumcised masterpiece sported a mushroom head, long plump shaft riddled with popping veins, and a bulbous sack of hairy balls.
    Essentially, my dream dick.
    I hadn’t noticed many details when he peed earlier. Now I could discern every single ravishing inch. I located each follicle of hair and traced his heartbeat to where the blood pulsed. My throat ached with loneliness, desperately needing that cock inside of it. I obeyed the need. He felt so good in my mouth, I think my eyes rolled back in my head. At first, all I tasted was piss and skin and sweat which, don’t get me wrong, is one of my favorite