Page 13 of Gay Sex Club Collection

He’d been here just last week to lose his virginity and Dale had taken it spectacularly. Instead of Sean punching his V card with some drunken college fumble in the dark, he’d come to the club where a man almost twice his age showed him the real meaning of pleasure.

Jesus. Dale had taken his time, roamed over every inch of Sean’s body, and taught him things about himself he wouldn’t have learned on his own for ten more years at least.

Sean had asked Dale if they could meet again. I’d expected Dale to laugh it off, bid him good luck and farewell. But he didn’t. He said yes.

And so Sean waited.

He’d taken a bit more time on his appearance this time. He still wore skinny jeans and boots, but now he had on a button down shirt, and his blond hair had some kind of product in it. He chewed on his bottom lip, and when the door opened and Dale walked in, it was like Sean had to remind himself to play it cool.

He stood slowly but his smile and blush gave away his excitement. So did the semi in his jeans. “Hey.” I was starting to have a new appreciation for skin-tight denim.

Dale smiled back at him and shucked out of his coat. He threw it over one of the chairs. “Hey,” he replied. Where Sean was all nervous energy, Dale was calm and confident. He appraised Sean from head to foot. “You look hot tonight.”

“Oh,” Sean said, swiping at his hair. “I’ve um, I’ve been looking forward to this.”

Dale chuckled, a deep throaty sound. “I bet you have. How was your first week as a non-virgin?”

Sean blushed so hard, scarlet crept down his neck. “It was pretty great, actually.”

Dale stepped right in close to him, their fronts almost touching. Sean was obviously expecting a kiss—I was kinda expecting it too—but Dale ran his nose down Sean’s jaw instead. “You smell good.”

Sean exhaled in a rush. His voice squeaked. “I um, ah… thanks.”

Dale rewarded him with a gentle touch of his hand to Sean’s cheek, and a soft brush of lips. “I’ve been looking forward to this too.”

I thought Sean was gonna expire. “Really?”

“Hell yes,” Dale said with a grin. “I’ve been thinking about what I could teach you, and I have to say, I’ve been hard most of the week.”

Sean barked out a laugh and palmed his dick. “Oh God, me too.”

Still fully dressed, Dale sat on the end of the bed with his feet on the floor. “So I was thinking we should see how much you remember from last week.”

“Remember? I’ve relived it a million times in my head,” Sean admitted. He remained standing, probably not sure what to do next.

“Have you jerked off to memories of what I did to you?” Dale asked casually.

“Yeah, of course.” He snorted. “Twice a day.”

Dale laughed and lifted one foot. “Undress me. I want you to show me what you remember of last week. So this week it’s your turn to take care of me, okay?”

Sean knelt at his feet and dutifully took of Dale’s shoes and socks. He ran his hands up his calves to his knees. “Did… did you um, you know, jerk off too?” Then he swallowed hard. “Or did you come here during the week? Or God, maybe you even live with someone. I don’t know. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.”

Dale leaned forward, and putting his finger under Sean’s chin, he made him look up. “I jerked off to mental images of your pretty little mouth around my cock,” he whispered, “and to memories of fucking your sweet tight ass. I haven’t been here all week. I’ve been waiting for tonight, so how about you remind me what your pretty little mouth can do, huh?”

Sean licked his lips and nodded, hurrying to undo Dale’s jeans, and pulling them off by the legs. Dale sat back down, his legs spread wide, his heavy sac resting on the bed, his big cock jutting out proudly. He leaned back on his hands with a perfect view of what Sean was about to do to him.

Sean kneeled on the floor, his hands on Dale’s thighs as he licked the head of his cock. He kissed it, he tasted it, and then he sunk his mouth right over the mushroom tip and sucked him hard.

“Ugh,” Dale groaned. “Fuck.” Then he laughed. “You’ve been practicing.”

Sean released his dick and shook his head. “I’ve been fantasizing about this. About what I’d do when I got the chance. I haven’t practiced on anyone, I promise.”

Dale smiled warmly; the kid’s naivety was sweet. He put his big hand to Sean’s pale cheek and gently guided him back to his dick. Sean opened wide and took him willingly. “Fuck that’s good,” Dale murmured.

Sean released Dale’s cock and licked down the shaft to Dale’s nuts, tonguing them each in turn before sucking one into his mouth.

“Oh yeah,” Dale said, leaning back onto his elbows and widening his legs. His head fell back for a moment, then he looked back down at the twink between his legs. Sean went back to Dale’s cock and ran his flattened tongue over the head before taking him in again.

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