Page 61 of Choke Up

I don't look back to see if Gabe is following me, trusting that he'll not only follow, but that he'll watch behind us. There's a sign that says employees only above the entrance to the hallway, but there's no one around, and I just keep walking like I belong here. There's a door that says employees only that turns out to be locked, and at the end of the hallway, a heavy velvet curtain. More out of curiosity than anything else, I push it open enough to stick my head through. It's dark and quiet.

"Go go go," Gabe whispers, coming up behind me and grabbing my waist, pushing me forward. We stumble into a pitch-black space, and he grabs me, hauling me to the side of the heavy curtain. I can't imagine that he can see any better than me, but he pulls us back against a wall, my back to his front, and covers my mouth with his hand. A second later, someone opens the curtain, and a light moves around as someone uses their phone or a flashlight to check out the space. We're tucked behind a corner where the light misses us. The thud of bass from the music is faint in this room, and when the curtain is pulled closed again, it's barely noticeable.

My heart is still beating wildly, terrified of getting caught, when Gabe's face turns to place a kiss on my temple. Still covering my mouth, his free hand trails down the front of my body. He deftly unbuttons my fly before dipping his hand inside and freeing my cock. He removes his hand for a second, and I hear him spit, before he adds his saliva to the pre-cum wetting my tip. He spreads it down my shaft and starts pumping my cock in long, slow, languid strokes. His hand tightens over my mouth when I start to whimper, and he releases my cock, pushing my jeans down my thighs.

"I need to see how your tiny hole is handling that big toy filling you up," he rasps. "But I need you to be a good boy and be silent. Can you do that?" I nod, swallowing, although I'm not sure it's the truth.

Gabe turns his phone on, the light blinding me for just a moment. We're against a wall on a balcony overlooking what looks to be a small theater. There's a stage with a runway and tall cocktail tables all around it. A small bar takes up the corner to our right, a ramp to the main floor to the left of the entrance we snuck through. The guardrail that runs the length of the balcony has all manner of pride flags hanging from it, facing the theater.

Gabe sets his phone on the floor and guides me to the guardrail. "Put your hands on the rail," he murmurs as he drops to his knees and pulls my tight jeans further down my thighs. If we get caught, I'll be fucked, because there's no running like this. But I can't be bothered to care too much, because I can feel Gabe's warm breath against my skin as he licks up the sides of the straps around my ass and beneath my thighs. I've never really understood the way jock straps are designed to be assless, but I have a newfound appreciation for them.

I grip the rail as Gabe picks up his phone again and inspects me.

"Oh fuck, Ellis." I match his groan as the pad of his thumb taps against the base of the plug. He pulls on it, just enough to make me hiss, before letting it sink back against my rim.

"You like it?" I ask breathlessly.

"Oh, baby, you have no idea. The way your tight little hole is stretched around this plug is making me jealous. You're so open, I just want to fill you full of cum and plug you back up."

Fuuuuck.

"Mmmph. I want that. Please." I start writhing against the way he's playing with the base, the barely there movement of the plug. Rocking my hips back, begging for more.

"Shhhh. Baby, I'm going to give you anything you need. But first I need you to give me something."

"Anything. I'll give you anything."

"I'm so thirsty for you, baby."

The plug is pulled out, maybe an inch, before he works it back into me. He fucks me with it, in slow, short pulses that make me want to scream. I'm begging for him to put me out of my misery, while he enjoys the view of my gaping hole being filled by the black silicone. When I'm shaking and nearing release, he spins me around to face him. I grip the guardrail for dear life while he throats my cock and nails my prostate with the tapered end of the plug. My orgasm hits without warning and I shoot down his throat, spasming as his throat swallows around me. I wish I had as much to give him as he does me, wish I could keep spurting into his mouth. He slurps down everything I have to give, suckling me until I go soft in his mouth. Then he turns me back around, places a gentle kiss to the base of the plug still filling my asshole.

"I can't wait to see you stretched around my cock, Ellis. I'm going to fill you up so good, go so slow and gentle. I'm going to make you come so many times before I fill you up."

I groan and push back, feeling the pressure of the plug tenfold now. I'm honestly ready to get this thing out of me, but I want to stay stretched for him. "Mmmph, please. Fill me so full." His tongue licks a stripe directly up my crack from my balls up, then all the way up my back until he's standing behind me, grinding his erection against me. Fuck, the way he's grinding against my ass is delicious. Even the burn of the denim against my skin is good. I'll be hard again before I'm ready. "Do it now. Please."

"I can't fuck you right like this," he says, sounding like he's ready to throw in the towel. "But when I get you home?—"

"Don't fuck me," I tell him, reaching behind me to cup his balls though his pants. "Just get it inside me."

He lets out a long breath, laced with a string of expletives. It'd be the ultimate test of his control, and he knows it.

"I want to be so full of you," I whine, leaning back against his chest and craning my neck for him to kiss me. I make the kiss sloppy and filthy, grinding my ass on him hard.

With a rumble in his chest that makes my spent cock twitch, he bends me forward again. I hear his zipper draw down and the rustle of fabric as his pants drop to the floor. Gabe kneels and pushes my legs together, spitting in the crease beneath my balls. He stands and his heavy cock lands on the top of my ass before he taps it against my crack. He rubs the head up and down my crack, over my pulsing hole stuffed full of silicone, spitting several more times before pushing the head of his cock between my thighs. The shaft of his thick cock rubs my balls as he thrusts, using my thighs the way he'll eventually be able to use my ass.

"Fuck. Yes. Use me, Gabe. Make yourself come."

His heavy breaths become grunts as he fucks me, holding the elastic bands of the jockstrap like reins. My cock is hard and ready, but I hold on to the guardrail for dear life as Gabe ruts against me.

"I'm close," he warns, giving me another few sharp thrusts before he pulls away. He's breathing heavily, panting, as he pulls the plug from my ass. I cry out, then moan as Gabe fits the head of his cock against my gaping hole. He jacks himself with just the tip of his cock inside me, then lets out a low moan. "Don't. Fucking. Move," he grits out. I can feel him trembling as he holds himself just below his crown, keeping himself from thrusting inside.

"Fuuuuck," I say on a low, shaky moan as his hot cum spurts inside my ass. It sprays inside me, drips down my crack and thighs. I can't help but rock back, a bit more of his tip slipping inside me as he furiously strokes out his orgasm.

"Goddamn it, don't move," he gasps, pressing a hand against my back to bend me farther forward.

My hands slip to the lower bar of the guardrail, and I widen my legs as much as possible. Gabe finishes drowning my ass in cum, and then I feel the plug against my entrance, pushing in again. When it's finally seated and holding most of his cum inside me, He swipes his hand through the mess that escaped and pulls me up against his chest again.

Wrapping his wet fist around my cock, he jacks me hard and fast.

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