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Patrick had just turned 18 and to celebrate his birthday his friend Joe decided to take him to a strip club. At first Patrick was opposed, he was awkward and a virgin. A strip club really wasn’t his type of place, he would much rather just watch a movie at home or something. Joe thought it was about time for him to get some action, even if it was just to watch some practically naked girls pole dance. After some convincing(and lots of bribing in the form of ice cream and some vinyls), Patrick finally agreed to go. He thought Joe might have tried a bit too hard to get him to go, if Joe kept pressuring him, he would’ve gone anyway.
“Joe, if we're gonna drink, how are we supposed to get home?” Patrick asked. One of the things Joe had promised if they went was a lot of alcohol, but Joe was driving them to the club and Patrick had only now realized that they wouldn't be able to get back home if they drank. His anxiety had already been acting up and this just made it worse.
“Don’t worry, I’ll figure something out“ Joe said. This did not make Patrick feel any better. Sooner than he wished, they were at the club. Joe parked the car and they walked out. The closer they got to the entrance, the more nervous Patrick got. The fluorescent colors all around the door, and the neon signs that said GIRLS! GIRLS! GIRLS! To the side made him so extremely nervous for several reasons. What if someone saw him here? They would probably think he’s gross and nobody would talk to him again, why did they make the signs so bright? They hurt his eyes and made him dizzy. He thought it must be even worse inside. Once they actually stepped inside, it was a lot… better? than he thought it would be. There were many multi-colored lights, but they weren't too strong or anything like that. It was kind of relaxing, but exciting at the same time. He looked around and saw a bunch of booths, most of them were filled with men who obviously had too many drinks. There were people up front by the stage as well, which then led his eyes to the main attraction on the stage. Right now, there was a girl who was almost naked, only wearing some skimpy stripper clothes and bunny ears, dancing around on the stage. Though he hated to admit it, it was actually pretty cool in here. He felt hopeful and thought he might have a fun time.
“C’mon, I booked a booth for us,” Joe said as he grabbed Patricks arm and dragged him to their booth. “I made sure to get one of the nicer ones” he continued. They walked over to the booth and after getting settled, Joe went to the bar to get them some drinks. As they drank, different dancers went on and off stage. Patrick reached for his drink, but noticed it was empty.
“Joe, we need more drinks,” Patrick said. Joe looked at him, looking totally zonked out and not in the correct state to go get more drinks. “You go get them dude, I’m too drunk” Joe mumbled. “We’ve only had a few drinks” Patrick said before realizing that there was no point in arguing with him. He sighed and got up from his seat and walked towards the bar.
Patrick was glad that the other people there paid no attention to him, as they were all focused on the dancers. The bar wasn’t that far away from their booth and Patrick already knew what he wanted. He had also decided that Joe did not need any more drinks. As he was getting ready to order, the bartender came up to him and asked something, probably what he wanted to order, but Patrick was distracted. The bartender was… really hot. He was very slightly taller than Patrick, he was tan, had black hair, and really nice, bright hazel eyes. Patrick then looked down and saw his name tag, it said ‘Pete’. If Patrick hadn’t been drinking, he would’ve probably panicked, ordered the wrong drink, and left as fast as possible. He wasn’t very confident, and he was very awkward. Today, that wasn’t the case. The alcohol had definitely boosted his confidence, and he decided to try and flirt with him. After he had ordered his drink of course(he needed more alcohol).
“Uhm can I have a beer” Patrick said, his words slightly slurring, he might’ve had a bit more to drink than he thought.
“What type of beer?” The bartender, Pete, said.
“I don’t know, whichever one is good,” Patrick said.
“Sure,” Pete said and smiled in response, probably excited to choose whatever beer was his favorite.
He walked across the bar towards the fridge so that he could get a beer. Patrick felt slightly creepy about staring at him, but didn’t really care. When Pete came back, Patrick decided to say something.
“Isn’t it weird that the bartender is hotter than the actual strippers?” Patrick said, trying to sound confident. Pete looked slightly confused for a moment, before realizing that Patrick was talking about him.
“Really?” Pete said, he smirked, he obviously knew that he was attractive and was aware of the effect he had on other people. Patrick also noticed that Pete had unusually white, even teeth. His whole smile in general was beautiful.
“Yeah,” Patrick said. There was a silence where Pete was observing him, simply just staring at him while leaning on the counter. Patrick decided to try his beer, which was actually really good. It still tasted like beer but a lot better. Pete was really enjoying this. He was actually kind of a creep, staring at Patricks lips, enjoying his surprised expression after trying the beer. Patrick looked up after examining the beer bottle, Pete had a dark look in his eyes and his bottom lip was tucked into his mouth as he was observing Patrick.
“It’s good, right?” Pete said. Patrick was still somewhat shocked from how good it was and started nodding, still looking pretty surprised, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open. Patrick wanted to continue this conversation, but he remembered Joe. He looked behind him to see if Joe was doing okay, only to be met with Joe aggressively making out with a guy he vaguely remembers seeing by table near their booth. Patrick decided that Joe would be fine, and continued to talk to Pete.
They continued to talk for a while, Pete needing to leave every now and then to serve others at the bar. Patrick really tried his hardest to stay present while they spoke, but it was a challenge with so much alcohol clouding his brain, so a lot of the conversation was blurry. He told a joke, which Pete laughed at. His smile and his laugh made Patrick feel warm and kind of fuzzy inside.
“You know what? My shift ends in like half an hour, you should probably go back and check on your friend and then, when I’m done with my shift, I’ll come over there and we could go to my place or something?” Pete asked. You could tell by the way he spoke that he was confident and experienced with these types of interactions, but there was a slightly nervous undertone, which Patrick thought was kind of nice, it meant that Pete actually cared about what his response would be. Patrick agreed happily and Pete smiled at him one last time before Patrick walked back to his booth.
Joe was still making out with that guy from earlier. They stopped kissing when they noticed Patrick was there.
“Oh, hey Trick” Said Joe. Patrick looked at the guy who Joe had his arm around. He had almost shoulder length brown hair, glasses, and a lip piercing. He also seemed vaguely familiar. Joe then realized that he should probably introduce who the guy he was making out with was.
“Oh, and this is Andy, I think you might’ve met him before? You went to the same school before.” Joe explained. “Hi,” said Andy.
“Okay, well I’m gonna leave soon so I was just gonna check if you were alright with that” Patrick said. “Ooooooooooooh, Patrick has a dateeee,” Joe teased. “Shut up," Patrick said. Joe started laughing in response to that. Soon, Patrick saw Pete walking up to him.
“Hey” Pete said
“Hi” Patrick responded.
“Are you ready to go?”
“Yeah”
Patrick said bye to Joe and Andy, who almost immediately went back to making out, and walked out of the club with Pete. There was a change in the atmosphere when they went outside, mostly due to the absence of loud music and colorful lights. Patrick could barely walk in a straight line, which he himself didn’t notice, so when Pete took ahold of his hand, he just assumed it was an act of endearment, which it partially was, but mostly because Patrick could barely walk. Pete ordered a taxi for them so that they could get to his house as fast as possible and because Patrick could almost literally not walk.
Pete had successfully gotten Patrick to his house after he had fallen asleep in the taxi and was extra drowsy after which made Pete dragging him through the door and up the stairs much more difficult. When they were eventually in his room, Pete sat a tired and confused Patrick down on the bed.
“Uhm, so like, what are we gonna do?” Patrick’s words were so slurred that you could barely understand what he was saying. Pete smirked.
“You don’t have to worry about that, baby” Pete said. Patrick looked somewhat flustered at this point which only motivated Pete more. He walked towards Patrick, who was looking down, but he wanted Patrick to look at him. Pete grabbed his chin and made Patrick look up at him, his big blue eyes having trouble focusing on one part of Pete's face, he was probably dizzy. Patrick’s eyes were framed by thick black glasses, sitting unevenly on his nose. Pete was staring at him, admiring his face. His pale skin was soft and squishy under Pete’s fingers. His cheeks were flushed almost the same pretty pink as his lips which were hanging open.
One side of Patrick’s shirt had moved slightly up, revealing a sliver of his waist and Pete couldn’t help but to touch. Patrick gasped, not expecting the touch, and Pete was enjoying how his tan fingers contrasted with Patrick’s pale skin. Pete looked back up at Patrick’s face. He started to lean in, then he kissed Patrick, who was confused for a second, but then he started to kiss back. The kiss slowly grew more aggressive as Pete’s hands explored and groped Patrick’s body. Eventually one of his hands was on Patricks crotch, grabbing and rubbing it. Patrick probably wasn’t aware of the noises he was making or the way they were affecting Pete. Patrick gasped into Petes mouth as his hand added more pressure. Pete smirked and moved his hand towards the zipper on Patrick's pants, undoing it, pulling down his pants, and reaching for his penis. Patrick still seemed shocked, like he had no idea what was going on. Pete quickly undid his own jeans and whipped out his dick. He pushed Patrick down to his knees and grabbed his face. Pete moved his dick towards Patrick’s mouth, but Patrick tried moving away. Pete was getting irritated and decided to just try to shove it in his mouth. Patrick made a noise that sounded like no, but he was trying to hold his mouth closed at the same time. Pete took the opportunity of Patrick opening his mouth to put it in. Patrick tried to get away but Pete stopped him by thrusting his hips forward, pushing it further down his throat. At this point Patrick had stopped struggling and let Pete use him. Pete didn’t stop until he finished, Patrick swallowed most of his cum but some of it got on his face and dribbled onto his shirt. Pete lifted Patrick up off the ground and placed him on the bed. Pete noticed that Patrick had been crying and came to his senses.
“What’s wrong honey? Didn't you like it?” Pete asked. Patrick sniffled and shook his head in response. Pete felt slightly guilty, but not enough to make him want to stop. Pete looked at him for a while before deciding to ask another question. “Do uhh….. Do you wanna continue?”, Patrick nodded hesitantly. Pete leaned in to kiss Patrick who seemed less nervous now and kissed back immediately. Pete reached for Patrick's shirt and started to take it off, Pete took off his own shirt after, then went back to kissing Patrick. He went from kissing his lips, to his jaw and his neck, making sure to leave marks.
Pete pulled away to look at Patrick’s body. First he looked at Patrick’s chubby stomach, then his pretty chest, then up to his face. Pete noticed that Patrick was staring at his tattoo, which sat just above the base of his dick. Pete smirked and pushed Patrick down on the bed and climbed on top of him. Pete kissed down his chest, Patrick moaned loudly when Pete licked and sucked on his nipples. Pete moved down to his stomach and left a few kisses there, before moving lower, towards Patrick’s dick. Pete licked the side of it, teasing him on purpose, before leaving kisses on his hips and thighs. Pete could tell that Patrick wouldn’t want to wait much longer. He grabbed the lube from the bedside table and put a considerable amount on his fingers, inserting them in Patrick. Patrick was obviously enjoying himself while Pete gradually added more fingers. He felt Patrick loosening up, but decided to continue a while. Soon, he heard Patrick make a loud noise and Pete looked down, only to be met with a bunch of cum. He then realized that Patrick had cum. Pete looked up and saw Patrick who was blushing furiously.
“Already?” Pete smirked.
“Sh-shut up” Patrick muttered and looked away.
Pete couldn't help thinking that Patrick was adorable. He leaned down to kiss Patrick while his hands played with his nipples in an attempt to get Patrick hard again. Pete was starting to grow impatient and decided that he shouldn’t have to wait any longer. He flipped Patrick onto his stomach and admired his big, juicy ass. He would’ve spent more time admiring it, a butt like that deserved to be worshiped, but he really needed to get inside Patrick. Pete slowly pushed in, Patrick was so tight it was almost overwhelming. Maybe he should’ve asked Patrick if he was a virgin. Pete pushed himself further in before slowly pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in. Patrick choked out a loud moan before covering his mouth, like he wasn’t expecting that noise to come out. Pete removed Patrick’s hand from his mouth. Pete desperately wanted to hear him, the noises he was making were so hot. Pete was holding onto Patrick’s waist, his thrusts were slow, but very rough.
Pete was so overwhelmed by how tight and hot Patrick was that he barely heard him begging to go faster. Pete listened and groaned at the feeling. Patrick was basically screaming, his prostate being hit by Pete’s dick at every thrust. Pete was close, and he could tell that Patrick was as well, his moans higher than they were before. Pete slapped Patricks ass, admiring how his skin jiggled at the contact. Pete did it again, and again, Patrick was shaking and moaning loudly, cumming when Pete’s hand made contact with his ass for the fourth time. Patrick’s arms gave out, and Pete held up his lower half and continued fucking him. Pete was soon cumming as well, filling Patrick up with his cum. He pulled out after a little while and collapsed next to Patrick on the bed.
Pete turned to look at Patrick, he was about to ask him how he was doing but when he looked, Patrick was asleep. Pete smiled before taking Patrick in his arms and falling asleep as well. Pete had never slept that well in his life, in the morning he would make sure to get Patrick’s number.