Guns n' Boys Book 1 Part 1 (19 page)

He smiled mindlessly at
the thought, before realizing it also meant he smiled at Domenico, so he turned
back to the bar and ordered another shot of ‘black bomb’, whatever it was. And
Domenico had chosen the club well. There was a dance floor full of hunks, a
good mix of pop, techno, and testosterone in the air. Just like Seth liked it.

“Same for me,” said a
velvety voice from Seth’s side, and when he took a look at where it came from,
his eyes met a manly face. Handsome, but a bit too squarish for his taste.

“Oh yeah? You see me and
you assume I’m foreign?” Seth laughed, as the man spoke in English, though with
a strong German accent.

“You just asked for your
drink in English.”

Seth leaned against the
bar with a low chuckle. The alcohol must have gotten his brain to slow down.
“You a natural blond?” Seth laughed and tousled the stranger’s hair.

“Are you Italian?” The
man flashed him a perfect white grin.

“
Si.
” Seth raised
his glass to the stranger when they got their drinks.

“Where from?” The man
slid an arm around Seth’s midsection and tugged him away from the bar.

“Sicily. Are you local?”
He reciprocated the hug, feeling a lot more confident than around Domenico.
Come to think of it, when out of the clutches of the family home, he always
felt more confident than with Domenico.

“No, I’m originally from
a village near Munich, but I live here now. Pretty close to this place,
actually.” His warm fingers tickled Seth’s ribs.

“Oh yeah? Cause I’m a
tourist. You got your own place?” Seth downed his shot and scowled at how sweet
it was.

“I have a roommate, but
he’s out for the weekend. I’m Kurt, by the way.” The man reached out his hand,
even though he was already embracing Seth.

“Seth. Can’t wait to be
a tourist...” The grin on his face faded, and he trailed away when they
practically walked into Domenico.

“Where are we going?”
came the stern baritone.

Kurt blinked, confused,
and drew back just a bit. “Is... uh, is that your boyfriend?”

Seth rolled his eyes.
“In his dreams. Roommate.”

“His bodyguard,” said
Domenico. Plain and simple. His face was just as emotionless as it had been
when Seth had first seen him as an adult, in that horrible warehouse in New
York City. “Wherever he’s going, I’m going as well.”

Kurt frowned at Seth,
and his arm slid away from his back. Seth sighed, already feeling this would
not end well. “You know what, maybe tonight isn’t the best...” He sighed. “I’ll
be staying in Berlin a bit longer, I’ll give you my number?”

Before Kurt could even
respond, Domenico stepped in, taking away his cell. “That would be a security
breach. You cannot give your number to random people.”

Kurt cleared his throat,
raising his hands in defeat. “You know what, I’m actually visiting family this
week, so I won’t be available after tomorrow. Sorry.”

Seth faked a smile as he
said his good-byes. “Thanks,” he spat to Domenico as soon as his would-be-fuck
fled the stage.

Dom looked at him with a
serious expression. “You’re not going to anyone’s house. Find someone in the
restroom.”

Seth shook his head.
“Whatever.” He turned without looking back and went straight for the toilets.
He needed to pee anyway. He didn’t even remember how much he had drunk already.
Having a bodyguard sucked ass. Even one so handsome.

He strolled into the
large, industrial bathroom with a row of urinals right up front. Hoping for a
moment of peace and quiet though, he quickly made his way into one of the
stalls. The whole club was surprisingly clean for what it was, and the stall
was no exception. Gray and white tiles, and a poster of an upcoming party
mounted on one of the walls. He could hear unmistakable sounds coming from one
of the closed stalls, so he went to the last one, eager for a moment of peace.
The will to fuck had died in him for the night. Domenico would surely ruin it
anyway. He sat down on the toilet seat with a sigh and tried to focus. His mind
was hazy with the alcohol, yet Seth was sure he could down a few more shots
before going to sleep. There was a shuffle to his left when someone occupied
the stall next door, but he didn’t pay it much mind until he heard someone
knock on the wooden parting. Seth shot it a glance and froze at the sight of a
circular opening. There was a piece of paper stuck through it, and he could see
the two fingers that held it.

Seth’s lips parted and
he took the note without thinking, but, when he opened it, it was in German. Of
course. It took another look at the hole in the wall for him to realize what he
was actually looking at. This was no regular ‘hole’. This was a
glory
hole. His eyes went wider, and so did his throat.
Bingo.

There was another knock,
and through the muffled noise of fucking a few stalls to the right, he caught
the sound of a zipper opening. His breath stilled, before it came back with
double speed. This was perfect. So perfect that he was wondering why he had
never done it before. A completely anonymous German guy, one he didn’t have to
chat up or look at. The stall walls went all the way to the tiles, so even if
Dom chose to come in and have a peek underneath, he wouldn't get to see anything.

Seth’s gaze didn’t leave
the hole for a second. He leaned forward to support his elbows on his thighs,
and his mouth watered when he caught the first glimpse of an uncut cock. He
grinned to himself and slowly slid down to the tiles on his knees. He was
actually going to do this! Eyeing the cock like a new friend, he leaned closer.

All the way in now, the
penis was only half-hard, but it was a beauty: long and thick, the head still
covered by silky foreskin.

“Mmm... hello there...”
he muttered to himself, breathing on the skin and he ran his fingers along the
top of the slowly darkening dick. Without much thought, he slid his tongue into
the sheath of foreskin, marveling at the satiny feel of the guy’s cock. It felt
soft, and the musky, yet clean smell made him groan.

Seth grabbed the shaft
with one hand and struggled to unbuckle his own belt with the other while he
closed his lips around the cockhead. There was no hurry. Domenico could wait
for him. He smiled at the thought.

His briefs felt tighter
when the other guy’s dick twitched in his mouth, hardening fast. Seth pulled
his trousers down just enough to touch himself and sucked on the delicious
stranger. He imagined what he could look like. Aryan German like that Kurt guy?
He sucked harder, while stroking the shaft. No, this dick was darker than that.
Turkish? Nevertheless, it was absolutely delicious: clean, but it had been a
few hours since his shower, so the natural taste overpowered the soap. With the
shaft expanding to full hardness, the foreskin retracted, uncovering the head.
Seth shivered, gathering the saltiness from the slit on top. He could be as
thorough as he wanted, and no one would know. Better than a darkroom even, as
he could see the whole cock in bright light. He pulled back his lips to see the
beauty in its full (hole) glory as he worked it with his hand. It was erect,
straight and dark, the tip like a glazed plum. He leaned in to suckle on the
loose skin and kissed the underside moments later, but finally took his hand
away, just to pull down his own briefs. Seth couldn’t stop kissing around the
head, already fully hard himself. From behind the wall, he heard a muffled
groan.

Seth started slowly
pumping his own cock, imagining a brawny Turk on the other side, and had to
crook his head a little, to take more of the cock into his mouth. He closed his
lips, tuning into the pulse of the other man. The prick felt alive on his
tongue, and he was sorry he couldn’t touch this other guy’s balls, lick them
all over like he did with the cock. Hollowing his cheeks, Seth took him in even
farther.

Though as he kept
sucking, bobbing his head in a steady pace, and hitting his nose against the
wall every now and again when he tried to take too much, the magic of the glory
hole was wearing off. Seth supposed the best thing about it was the anonymity,
but he’d much rather be able to get his nose into the guy’s pubes, not a wall.
He couldn’t grab his ass, have the man slide fingers into his hair and pull
Seth closer... This was a bit too cool and impersonal for his taste, but he
still loved the way the hard length slid in and out over his tongue, pushing
deep enough to almost choke him. He supposed it would if it weren’t for the
wall.

And then, the guy tried to slam himself deeper,
and Seth noticed the way the wooden wall shook, assaulted by his partner’s hips
on the other side. He smiled in his mind, but tried to lean in even closer and
make his mouth available for the thrusts. Seth had to admit to himself though
that sucking cock wasn’t a skill he’d ever perfected. It was the novelty of the
glory hole that drew him in, whereas usually he’d prefer to do other things
with a guy. Well, unless it was him being sucked.

And then, the cock in
his mouth throbbed, spurting hot wetness deep into his throat. He didn’t even
feel its taste, which was a relief as he’d never sucked off a guy who tasted
good. He struggled not to choke, but swallowing was his preferred way of
dealing with getting rid of any taste as fast as possible. His focus quickly
went back to his own cock, and he stroked himself in harsh, fast moves, just to
get off, while still suckling the softening dick. The guy pulled back with a
small sound, his cock slowly drawing back through the hole like the head of a
frightened turtle.

Seth couldn’t even laugh
at the thought, too concerned with his own approaching orgasm. It felt rough
without lube, but he didn’t mind, just holding himself up with one hand against
the wall. He came with a prolonged moan, closing his eyes for a moment of pure
bliss. He leaned his sweaty forehead against the wooden wall and was startled
by another sound.
What, another cock to suck?
That he was not gonna do.
He let out a hoarse laugh, still panting, and fell back to sit on his ass for a
moment. But it wasn’t a cock in the hole. It was another piece of paper.

“What? A ‘thank you’
note?” Seth laughed and grabbed the paper, as his heartbeat was slowly
steadying. But when he read the text, his pulse went straight up to his throat.

It was in Italian.

You have the sweetest
mouth a slut can have - Domenico

He went completely
still, wishing for time to stop. This couldn’t be happening! Seth pulled his
lips into his mouth, embarrassed to the core, and he scrambled over to the
other wall, so Domenico couldn’t see him, in case the fucker looked through the
hole. He couldn’t breathe. There was only one thing that could save him. He
could never leave this cabin.
Ever.

“You know...” Domenico’s
deep voice sent chills down his spine. “I am never going to forget this.”

Seth hit the wall with
his fist in pure fury. He could already imagine being mocked for this to the
end of his life and his face was on fire.

“That’s what you like?
Letting an anonymous guy fuck your mouth?”

“Fuck off, you dickwad!”
Seth struggled for his voice not to tremble and slowly pulled his pants up.
“You don’t know me!” he added, knowing it sounded like something an angry emo
sixteen-year-old would say
. Fuck!

“I knew you suck cock
better than I would have suspected judging from your attitude.”

“Piss off! This isn't
right!” Seth hugged the wall but showed it no more affection by hitting it
again. “I was curious!”

“Don’t be a baby. Let’s
go home. Or do you want to wash your mouth with another drink?” Dom suggested
innocently.

“Yes! I’m gonna fucking
brush my teeth with a tequila! And I’m not a ‘baby’,
and
I’ll go home on
my own!” Seth hugged himself, trying to work out what to do. He knew what he
didn’t want to do—look Domenico in the face.

“You know I won’t allow
that.” Shit, the guy was too calm.

Embarrassment was
burning into Seth’s very core, especially at how eager he must have appeared in
the sucking.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
“So just fuck off for now! You got what
you wanted!”

“That was just a small
wish come true.” Seth practically saw Domenico wave dismissively. “Now show me
you’re a man and come out.”

“I don’t wanna!” Seth
yelled at him and punched the wall again, but managed a wobbly attempt at
standing up.

“Don’t be ridiculous. We
fucked. Now it’s time to drink and watch some boxing on TV.” Seth could hear
mild irritation in Domenico’s voice, which only made him feel violated, even
though there was no way for him to admit to it without sounding like a
weakling. And he couldn’t be one if he was to survive around people like
Domenico. He took a deep breath and slammed open the door, rushing out without
as much as a glance back, even though all he wanted was to curl up in the
corner of that stall.

“There.” Domenico
sighed, following him like some creepy stalker. It was infuriating.

“I said ‘fuck off’!”
Seth turned and shoved Dom at a sink, blood boiling in his veins. Two guys
looked at them from the corner with wary expressions, but Domenico only
shrugged it off.