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Bodies. Hundreds of young, sweaty, booze-filled bodies filled the dancefloor. Jumping, grinding and dancing against the loud and obnoxious backdrop of La Tanière, Lyon’s premiere nightclub. The music thudded as the drinks were knocked back in staggering amounts, surely leading to bad decisions and horrible hangovers. To the youthful patrons of the club, this was living the life. They had waited all week for this Friday to arrive, to finally let loose from the stresses of work and drink themselves into uninhibited joy with their friends. To dance until their legs could move no more. To fuck the brains out of interesting and enticing strangers. Oh yes, this was living the life.

In the dark and muffled bathrooms of the club, the youth were sharing tender moments. Some would mark the beginning of a love story, others a wild night never to remember. Among these sexually-stimulated youths was Nolan Dubois, whose back was pressed against a toilet cubicle, his black leather jacket unzipped to reveal a tight-fitting white t-shirt. His black jeans were pulled down to reveal his prized cock, currently being enjoyed by a gorgeous man whose name Nolan had missed over the thumping bass of the music. Nolan’s head rested against the cubicle wall as he moaned in ecstasy, thrusting gently into the stranger’s mouth.

“Aww, fuck--” he moaned in his native French tongue, biting his lip as he was pulled closer to the edge. More thrusting. More bass pounding outside the bathroom walls. More moans from young men in the cubicles surrounding them. Nolan’s hands brushed through the stranger’s hair as he stared down at the handsome face he’d been enchanted by at the bar upstairs. His dick felt so good in the man’s mouth, sliding through his perfect lips and-- “Euughh!” Nolan groaned in true pleasure as he released his seed inside the man. The stranger gave Nolan a few more seconds of joy as he swallowed the cum and sucked him off for a few moments more. Eventually, he pulled away and lifted up Nolan’s shirt, exposing his chiseled and hairy young body. It was perfect, he thought. He planted his lips against Nolan’s abs as he got back to his feet, repeatedly kissing the entire length of the young stud’s body before eventually reaching his lips. They shared a sweet kiss, traces of Nolan’s cum entering his own mouth as their tounges greeted each other.

The stranger took out his own cock and grasped it firmly in his hand. He pumped, slowly at first as the men deepened their kiss. He stopped the kiss and moved away slightly, still holding up Nolan’s shirt, and stared straight into the stud’s eyes. He studied his face, the shape of his jaw, the perfect hair scattered across it. Fuck, he was beautiful. Nolan was the turner of heads. A rare perfection that dazzled nearly all. He was aware of this; he’d been told many times. But he always remained humble, and standing here before this stranger, who was pleasuring himself simply over Nolan’s astonishing appearance, made him feel uncomfortable. Was he just meant to stand here and look gorgeous? A cringey thought, but Nolan owed it to the man who just showed him such a good time. Until now, the stranger’s focus had been entirely on pleasuring Nolan, and he deserved the same treatment. Nolan stared into the hazel eyes of his temporary partner.

“Do what you like,” he uttered in a tone that reassured the stranger that nothing was off limits. He briefly stopped pumping as his mind raced with the options of what he could do with this young God. His dominant side soon took control, and with the hand he was using to expose Nolan’s body, he gripped the stud’s throat, still holding the shirt. His palm closed around Nolan’s perfect neck and squeezed with moderate strength. The stranger was polite enough not to hurt Nolan, but just squeeze enough so he could safely hold it for a while. Nolan was not concerned, and knew exactly what to do. Yes, his airway was partially closed, but he could breathe, and this required some acting skill. He played the victim perfectly. His face grimaced as though he were struggling to breathe, his body squirmed as though trying to escape. He moaned and gazed at the stranger through convincingly pleading eyes. The stranger was pumping hard now, watching his gorgeous victim struggle and squirm under his hand. He pumped and pumped until his thick, warm product splattered against Nolan’s abs and he let out an enormous groan. He pumped every last drop he could squeeze out and loosened his grip on Nolan.

The boys smiled and shared a kiss, both panting and moaning in pleasure. The stranger looked down at the mess he had made on Nolan’s body. “What should I do with this?” he asked, a devilish grin spreading across his face.

“Share it,” Nolan smirked seductively, ready for one final kiss before returning to his friends. The stranger took Nolan’s hand and replaced his own that was holding up his shirt. Nolan obliged and kept his body exposed for the stranger to gather the goods. The stranger knelt down, and with one fluid motion of his tongue he collected some of his cum from Nolan’s abs. He climbed back to his feet and planted a deep kiss on Nolan’s lips, parting them and offering his tongue. They shared a kiss, warm and filled with the stranger’s seed. They repeated the motion, again and again until Nolan’s body was wet only with the stranger’s saliva, and the cats had lapped up all the cream. Nolan opened his hand and his shirt draped back over his body, slightly sticking to his wet abs.

The stranger glanced over Nolan once more, taking in his perfect form before stealing one more kiss from his soft lips. Then, the stranger left and stole away into the club. As he opened the bathroom door, the room swelled with music from the dance floor, causing the cubicle walls to vibrate against Nolan’s back. Nolan stepped out into the main area of the bathroom and glanced in the mirror. With a familiar motion, he swept his hand through his hair and ruffled it slightly, creating his favourite messy top look. Before regrouping with his friends, he took a moment to reflect on the sheer joy of what had just happened. He never took sex for granted. It wasn’t something that just happened with a random guy only to move on and forget. It was a connection, an experience. A sampling of one of the many fruits of life. Each man was different, in their technique and in their flavour. Nolan cherished each and every one, and that was one of the finest fruits he’d had.

After fixing himself up one final time, Nolan exited the bathroom and ascended the stairs back into the bustling nightclub. The music seemed louder than when he left it, pounding at his ears and shaking his skull. He searched for his friends in the same place he had left them some time ago, and sure enough they were still there. He made his way through the busy crowds and slipped back in amongst his group, like a gazelle rejoining his herd. Nolan had come out with his friends Henri, Eloise and Fleur; an unbreakable group since the beginning of high school.

“There you are!” screamed Eloise, clasping her hand on Nolan’s leathered shoulder and shaking him viciously. “Where have you been!?” Eloise was beautiful, her chocolate-brown hair cascaded down to just below her shoulders. Lipstick the colour of the world’s most expensive ruby painted her lips and she smelled like patchouli flowers.

“More like who were you with?” chuckled Henri, throwing his arm around Nolan and gesturing to the busy club. Henri was Nolan’s oldest friend, and was also his first sexual encounter. When Nolan came out to his friend as gay, Henri was going through an experimental period where thought he might be too. The schoolboys acted on their impulsive feelings and bonded in a way that has stayed with them to this very day, although Henri had since declared he was solely interested in women. Still, though, he was aware that Nolan was a God among insects in this world, and was not at all embarrassed that he had once been intimate with him.

Nolan briefly scanned the room, a cheeky grin forming at the corner of his lips. It was pointless, of course he couldn’t see the stranger amongst the crowd. “I, erm.. Didn’t catch his name,” he smirked, taking Henri’s drink out of his hand and downing it. “But damn.. It was amazing,” The group laughed and congratulated Nolan on his latest successful conquest.
More people approached the group to ask Nolan for a selfie to post on their social media to be used as bragging rights for meeting the son of Maxime and Amélie Dubois. Nolan’s parents were highly prolific politician’s belonging to a controversial party, and were despised by many of the younger generation. By extension, Nolan should also be hated. However, he was known in the media for publicly speaking out against his parent’s ideals, offering a more balanced and ethical viewpoint. He distanced himself from them as best he could, despite still living under the same roof. He was associated with them only by blood, and he constantly ensured that the rest of France knew he did not share their poisonous opinions. Nolan was also popular on Instagram for his modelling career, putting his natural looks to good use for the benefit of everybody else’s libido.

Nolan obliged the countless strangers that would approach him each night, snapping a photo with them whilst being friendly and polite. His good looks were exceeded only by his incredible charm. Guys would approach him after staring at him for hours with stiff dicks, only to find that he’s also a decent guy. Nolan could have the whole room sitting in the palm of his hand and get them to do whatever he wanted simply by being his irresistible self. But alas, Nolan was a humble individual, and wanted nothing more than to blend in with the crowd and have a good time with his friends.

The music continued into the early hours of the morning, their sweat-soaked bodies still ready for another eight hours of clubbing and drinking. Despite this energy, the friends decided to call it a night and leave the club in their rearview mirror until next time. They exited the warm, stifled air of the club into the cold Lyon night, the wind whipping at their faces. The street outside the club was still busy, with people lacing the sidewalk with staggered steps and trails of vomit. Two cabs were already pulled up outside the club, waiting for drunk passengers to stumble in and incoherently state their address. Nolan opened the rear passenger-side door for Eloise and Fleur like a true gentleman. The girls lived together in an apartment the opposite side of the city to where Nolan lived, and he and Henri would always make sure they were safely in a cab before hailing their own. The girls giggled drunkenly as they sped off into the distance, unbeknownst to them this was the last time they would ever see their dear friend Nolan.

Henri and Nolan huddled on the sidewalk, making their way to the second cab and shivering along the way. Nolan could see his breath as he looked into his friends eyes and extended his arms for a warm and friendly embrace. The boys hugged and slapped each other’s backs in a testosterone-fuelled goodbye. Nolan sniffed briefly as his nose pressed against Henri’s shoulder, smelling his friend’s cologne and natural musk hiding beneath it. He enjoyed these hugs of goodbye, the only time he could hold Henri the way he wanted to. He loved Henri like a best friend, like a brother, but this love was always a river that ran deeper than anybody else knew. Their sexual encounter all those years ago meant the world to Nolan, and Henri in many ways was the perfect man. But sadly, he was off-limits and uninterested in that kind of relationship with Nolan. All he could do was enjoy these moments and look forward to the next, forever knowing he will one day watch Henri marry a woman whose shoes he could never fill. The hug ended as swiftly as it began and Henri, who also lived in a completely different direction to Nolan, climbed into the back of the cab and waved goodbye to his friend.

Nolan stood on the sidewalk, alone and cold. He and Henri took it in turns each week to be the one left on their own in the bitter cold, and this week was Nolan’s turn to wait for up to twenty minutes sometimes for a cab to idly drive by. Nolan rubbed his palms together as he felt the cold biting at his fingers. The alcohol inside his body was keeping his core warm, and he only felt a slight buzz in his mind as waited in silence. Somewhere off to the left he heard a woman scream and his blood turned as cold as the air embracing his skin. He followed the noise without hesitation, especially since nobody else around him even flinched because they were so inebriated.

“Fuck,” he thought to himself. “What do I do, what do I do, what do I do..”

The screams continued as he raced towards their origin, disturbingly down a grim and dimly-lit alleyway. Nolan felt his body slow as he thought twice about putting himself in danger for a stranger, but he couldn’t live with himself if he didn’t help someone in need. He raced into the alley and turned a corner, bracing himself for whatever horrific sight he was about to witness. He continued down the alleyway, confused at how empty it was and the screaming had suddenly stopped. “Fuck, she’s.. She’s gone..” Nolan felt a stab of guilt dig deep into his gut, thinking himself a failure. He continued to race into the alley at full speed and turned another corner. It was then that he saw 2 figures, standing menacingly a few feet before him. They were dressed in black and wearing combat gear.. They looked like mercenaries, their fists clenched. One of the men was holding a phone in his hand, and Nolan could see the screen was showing some sort of music player, with a pause button at the centre.

“What the fu--” Nolan’s voice caught in his throat, fear stabbing at his heart. “Wh-where is she? I’m calling the cops, I h-heard a woman--” fear and cold swelled his voice and made it wobble. He stepped back but was stopped by a solid mass. The wall wasn’t that close to him, he knew this. As Nolan reached the gut-twisting realisation that it was a person, it was too late. A black veil of material fell over his head, cutting out the light and stifling his breathing. He squirmed and shrieked in absolute terror, the only other sound that filled the night air was the footsteps of the two figures approaching young Nolan with intent.

Published: 2021-03-12, viewed 33 times.