Page 6 of H Is for Hardcore

The minute we walked into the Ramrod, Phil and his boyfriend melted into the crowd, and I was on my own. I couldn’t complain. They said they’d bring me; they never said they’d babysit. I hadn’t really thought places like this existed anymore—a warehouse-sized room illuminated by black lights, with rough brick walls, exposed pipes in the ceiling, pounding bass beat, and wall-to-wall bodies, mostly naked and, at first glance, mostly men. Bare chests, pierced nipples, chaps over naked skin, straining cocks beneath codpieces and jocks. I felt overdressed in my leather vest and pants, even though I had nothing on underneath either one. The place smelled like stale beer, acrid poppers, and the musky odor of sex.

Lots of sex.

It was exactly the kind of place I fantasized about while I jerked off, picturing what I thought might happen so many times it was getting tough to come that way anymore. I needed the real thing—or maybe I needed something I hadn’t yet imagined. Trying to look like I belonged, I wended my way toward the bar. I shoehorned into a place at the bar and worked not to stare at the guy standing next to me while another guy knelt in the cramped space and sucked on his cock with gusto.

“Beer,” I shouted when the bartender glanced in my direction.

The guy next to me grunted, and I automatically looked over just in time to see him yank his cock out of his buddy’s mouth and pump it frantically, his face a twisted mask of concentration. Then he smiled at me half-apologetically and came all over the guy’s chest.

“Nice shooting,” I observed and reached for my beer. I drank half of it off to steady my nerves.

“Thanks,” he gasped after he caught his breath and wiped his hand clean in the other guy’s hair. “You alone?”

I kept my gaze on his face, but I could hear the guy on the floor whining as he jacked off. From the sounds of things, he was about to unload a gallon so I inched away to keep the stuff off my boots. “Came with friends, but I lost them already.”

“I brought a friend, too.” He looked me over. “You a novice?”

“No,” I lied. “Why?”

“Because she’s not.”

My clit shot out an inch and turned to marble. “Sounds just right.”

He didn’t look convinced. “What are you looking for?”

“I’m not here to look.” Praying he couldn’t see my hands tremble, I unbuttoned my vest and uncovered my tits. They were small and round with neat dark areolas, which made the silver rings through the center of each nipple all the more obvious. I gripped the rings and pulled, tenting my nipples until they turned white. “I’ve done sweet. Now I want something else.”

“Like what?”

I twisted both rings until my nipples wouldn’t stretch any more without tearing. The pleasure and the pain fused into a fierce ache in my clit and my knees nearly buckled. He watched my face, and I could tell that he knew I was struggling not to moan. “I guess that will be up to her.”

“I’m Jerry.” He stuffed his limp cock back into his pants and sidled away from the guy slumped on the floor. I hadn’t noticed him shooting, but the puddle between his legs and the come splattered on the bottom of Jerry’s pants lit up like neon under the lights. “Follow me.”

I didn’t bother to close my vest. I was just another body. Besides, my nipples were engorged after the twisting and so sensitive that if they rubbed against the leather vest now, I’d have to go somewhere and jerk off. I wanted to anyway. My clit was pounding as if I’d been working it for an hour.

We went through the bar and down a hallway and into another room. The only music now was the grunts and cries and moans of people fucking and coming. Jerry paused for a second, then said, “Over here.”

He led me toward the far side where a leather sling hung from the ceiling by chains. A young blond guy with smooth pale skin reclined in the sling with his head thrown back and his legs bent up while a dark-haired guy whose face I couldn’t see stood between his legs, a fist up the blond’s ass and the other hand jerking the blond’s jutting cock. The guy doing the fucking was slender with finely muscled shoulders and a hairless back that tapered into a narrow waist, and he wore nothing but chaps that left his high, round ass exposed. His sweaty skin glowed beneath the lights as he rotated his forearm in the blond’s ass and worked his cock like a piston.

The blond raised his head and stared at the hand jerking his cock, his face dazed and his stomach heaving to the beat of the fist in his guts. “I’m gonna blow,” he hissed.

The guy fisting him never stopped pumping the iron-hard dick as come arced into the air, the first shot hitting the blond’s chest then dribbling into little puddles on his belly. A third guy leaned over and licked up the blond guy’s come, then took two steps back and shot his own load in the blond’s face.

“Jesus,” I whispered, my clit twitching like crazy. I needed to jerk off now more than ever and wondered if I could just go lean against the wall like a few other guys I could see were doing and get a quick shot off.

“That’s his lover,” Jerry whispered, pointing to the guy who’d just blasted off in the blond’s face.

“Who’s their friend?” I asked, tipping my chin toward the dark-haired guy who eased his hand out of the blond’s ass, stripped off a glove, and tossed it on the floor.

“That’s who I want you to meet.”

Before I could reply, the fister turned to face us, and I was looking at a woman so hot I forgot all about my stiff clit and needing to jerk off. Her eyes were dark like her hair and her expression remote, as if she hadn’t just fucked some guy for an audience. She had smallish breasts about like mine and stomach muscles that were etched and pumped from the workout she’d just had. Her mons was trimmed, not shaved, and framed by her chaps, which was all she was wearing. From what I could see of her cunt, it was swollen and shining with come. If she hadn’t gotten off during the fisting, she must really need it bad now.

“Ask her if I could please suck her off,” I said desperately to Jerry, having no idea what the correct protocol was, but I didn’t care. “Ask her please. Anything she wants if I can just suck her clit.”

I stood still while Jerry made his way to her and said something. Then she stared at me for a long moment before walking over. I didn’t say anything as she held open the edges of my vest and stared at my breasts. She flicked one nipple ring with a long finger.

“Are these for show?”

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