HAPPILY EVER AFTER NUMBER THIRTY-EIGHT

Noisy techno bar Watergate, Berlin

11 August 2018

“I said birthday!”

“It’s your birthday?”

“No, it’s not my birthday, it’s my friend’s,” I screamed loudly over the noise. He leaned in close to hear me but it was still difficult over the thumping music.

“Your friend’s birthday?” he yelled.

I nodded and smiled. He looked like a bit of a douche, I’ll say that much. His shirt was really tight, and he smelt like he had bathed in cologne and then rolled around in an ashtray… but did I care? He did seem kind of cute.

“Well I was going to give you a birthday kiss, but I guess you don’t get one now,” he said with a big stupid grin. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Hey, uh, you wanna…?” he said and waved a blunt at me before gesturing to the door.

“God, that’s exactly what I need right now,” I said and gave him a naughty smile. I grabbed his hand and wove a path through the sweaty, half naked dancers, completely oblivious to me and the total stranger I was about to maybe do something with. Maybe. If he was as cute outside where I could hear him clearly and take a good look at him.

“Fuck me, it’s loud in there,” he said when we had scaled the stairs and were now on the roof in the chill night air. The music was still thumping below us.

“I know right?” I said. I knew he had noticed my heels. In that way that guys look without looking, I knew that he had already scanned me up and down completely, and now I stood there in front of him, waiting for him to light up and try another cheesy line on me. It was fantastic.

“I should warn you, though,” I said casually. “Weed does pretty strange things to me.”

He lifted his eyebrows at me. “Oh yeah?”

“Yup.”

“Like what?” he said. He was now squeezing the joint back into shape, gave it a few flicks and then popped it gently between his lips.

“Oh, horrible things. I became really, stupidly horny, for instance.” I tried to suppress a laugh. The look on his face was priceless.

“Is that so?” he said, the little white joint now hanging off his lips. I laughed.

“Unfortunately for me, yes.”

A sharp blue flame appeared in his cupped hand, he inhaled and the red spot on the tip of the joint glowed brightly before receding again. He took his time blowing a careful plume of smoke off to the side, all the while keeping his eyes glued to mine. Damn, they were naughty eyes.

“And… fortunately for me?” he said and offered me the joint. I was instantly wet. Fuck, that was smooth. I said nothing, gave him a sweet smile and took a long puff of my own, taking my sweet time pulling it deep into my lungs and letting the waves wash over me, from the inside out. I exhaled a little cloud that floated off into the night.

“That’s good,” I said, and handed it back to him. He smiled.

“Will you give me a warning or something?” he said

“A warning?”

“Well, just before you try to make a move, what with you being a rabid horn dog and all, will you give me a heads up, you know? Just so I can be prepared.”

I laughed out loud.

“Of course. Just because it makes me really horny it doesn’t mean I forget my manners.” He then gave me the cheesiest, silliest little salute and took another puff of his own before tucking the now slightly smaller joint away again.

He stretched his arms out wide and took a deep, greedy breath of air, then cracked his neck on either side.

“You wanna know what makes me horny?” he said.

This was amazing. I had met this guy only a few hours ago and now we were having this conversation, out on the rooftop, high, and something was probably definitely going to happen at some point. Ah, to be young and reckless.

“Girls with big boobs?” I said. We were now both leaning over the wall edge, peering out at the lights of the city.

“Well, obviously. But also small ones. And medium ones. All kinds come to think of it.”

“Fascinating,” I teased, and he shrugged.

“I also like girls who are very forward, especially ones who say precisely what’s on their minds.”

“Oh yes?”

“Oh yes. See, I’m one of those lazy millennials, you know. The entitled kind. I also have crushing social anxiety so it really gets me off when a girl kind of does all the hard work for me, if you know what I mean.”

“Charming,” I said.

“Are you charmed yet? Or do I need to offer you another hit?” he said and gestured towards his pocket. I held up my hand to turn down his offer. My head was buzzing pleasantly as it was. They made this shit strong these days.

“No more. Not yet at least. For your sake, you know.”

“Gotcha.”

“You know what I really like?”

His smile was a little woozy. The music thumped endlessly under our feet.

“I love the sound a guy makes when he comes.”

He burst out laughing.

“Am I really high or did you actually just say what I think you said?”

I played it cool and carried on talking.

“I don’t like it when they’re quiet. I’ll take a loud guy any day.”

“Huh.”

“What kind of guy are you then?”

He turned to smile at me and I swear the moonlight glinted on his teeth. I was feeling warm and fuzzy and buzzy all over.

“Only one way to find out I’m afraid,” he said in mock seriousness.

This time we both burst out laughing. We were like two naughty kids at the back of the bicycle sheds, smoking pot and getting up to no good.

“Ok. Let’s do it then,” I said, trying on a super serious face myself. His smile faded and he looked at me with deeper, more thoughtful eyes.

“Ok. My place is just a few minutes’ walk from here,” he said quietly.

“That’s nice, but I don’t see what that has to do with anything…”

His eyebrows shot up.

“Your place…?”

“Nope. Nobody’s place. We’re already in a place, you know? The world is full of places. Isn’t it weird that people can, like, own some places?”

“It’s adorable how high you are,” he said.

“I’m serious though. Here. Now.”

“Yes. We certainly are. You want to kiss me? We agreed you’d give me some warning, remember?”

“No, I don’t want to kiss you. I mean maybe. But later. For now, there’s one specific thing I think I’d like, being a …ahem, horn dog, as you so gracefully put it.”

“Well, don’t leave me hanging,” he said. With the exception of a pair of girls sitting far off on the other end of the building, almost out of sight, we were now alone.

“Come for me,” I said simply. “Right here. I want to hear it.” My heart was banging so loudly in my ears it was rivalling the music down below. Again his face went serious and a little quiet, but a naughty glint remained and he stared hard at me.

“Right now?”

“Yeah.”

“Here?”

“Uh huh.”

He cracked his neck and smiled, as though someone had just challenged him to a duel.

“Ok, sure,” he said at last and flashed me a grin. He leaned in and placed two groping hands on my waist, but I politely pried them off me and smiled.

“No, not like that.” I reached for the silver button at the top of his trousers and gently unlatched it, then tugged a little.

“Can I see your…?”

He looked nervously behind us and then angled himself closer to the wall, satisfied we wouldn’t be discovered.

“Yeah you can. If you ask nicely,” he teased. God, I couldn’t believe this was happening. But it was.

“Show me your dick. And then I want you to touch yourself.”

I don’t know where I had found the nerve to say that, but the words came out and now they were said. Weed did do strange things to me.

The cute stranger I had only met a few hours ago unzipped, reached inside and gently pulled out a good-sized cock, then glanced over his shoulder once more. I watched as he began stroking, completely enthralled at how his fingers worked over that shaft, easily, in a way that was completely foreign to me. I had never watched a guy jerk off before.

“You want to see me come?” he said. It was touching, really, the earnestness in his voice. Like a boy who wanted to show you his model car collection. He seemed partly surprised, partly honored by my request. And fuck yes, it was exactly what I wanted.

“Not just to see it, but to hear it,” I said. His change in posture was a thing to behold. It was though his entire spine tightened and curled a little, as he hunched slightly over his own fist, working swiftly and, I thought, with surprising roughness over his own cock. It seemed so naughty, so dangerous to have that part of him exposed, out here. I was touched, again, by how sweetly obliging he was.

“You like this? You like watching this?” he said, his voice breathy. I loved watching the rest of him, too. The way his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed. The way he would twitch and jerk a little, and his lips parted ever so slightly as he stroked himself closer and closer.

“I like cum.”

“Fuck,” he moaned.

“I love when a guy can’t hold on any longer, and he gets this kind of tortured look on his face. Sometimes, when I’m really horny, I imagine lots of men, all around me.”

Though I hadn’t laid a hand on him, I felt at that moment that I was just as responsible for how obviously thick and red he was becoming.

“Lots of guys?” he said, but his voice was all broken and jagged.

“Yes. A lot of them. And they all come together, so there’s just, like, buckets of cum everywhere.” I couldn’t believe that I was saying these words to a guy whose name I didn’t know, but this was happening now, and he certainly wasn’t going to stop it.

“Keep talking. Don’t stop,” he blurted. I smiled, shut my eyes, and listened to how desperate his breathing was becoming.

“I sometimes imagine that they all come inside me, and I’m just drenched in it, and it’s hot and gooey and dripping all over me... other times I imagine I swallow all of it, one guy after another…”

“Damn.”

“You don’t approve?”

“Oh, I approve plenty. Keep talking.”

“I just love that moment, that moment of no return. I love when it’s a big, big load of cum. The more the better.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I imagine myself smearing it all over my body, my legs, my belly, and at the same time I can hear the men all around me coming really hard, and moaning, and covering me in even more cum…”

I could tell he was getting close. God this was amazing. To think, all I had to do was grab some willing young buck, ask him outright and here I was, getting precisely what I wanted.

“Will you come for me? Don’t hold back. I want to see it exploding out of you…”

“Jesus…”

“Are you close? Nobody’s going to find us up here, don’t worry.”

He moaned, his hand now working so quickly it became a blur in the semi-darkness. I was turned on myself, almost violently turned on, but I was so spellbound watching this cute boy and what he was doing to himself that I scarcely paid any attention. I loved the way he handled himself, how he gave his thumb the slightest twist over the head as he reached the tip on each stroke, how his other hand gripped the brick wall in front of us.

“When you’re ready to come, imagine it’s me in front of you. I want you to imagine coming all over me…”

“All over you,” he repeated, but his eyes were squeezed shut as he chased that inevitable moment. I couldn’t imagine how wildly naughty it must feel, to be jerking off out here under the cover of darkness …in front of some stranger.

Then it happened.

The point of no return.

I watched as a jolt seemed to kick through his body, and he staggered a little to steady himself. His hand froze, still tightly gripping his thick cock, and a deep whimper emerged from inside his chest somewhere. It was a little surrender, some little sound he held onto but which the spasms rocking through him forced him to release anyway. The whimper turned into a groan, and then a long, indulgent series of moans that sounded deliciously animalistic.

I looked down to see his pulsing cock shoot thick globs of white onto the brick wall in front of us, one after the other, before it dribbled down into the darkness and out of sight. He came long and hard, squirting right till the last shudder, before he flicked the last drop from the tip and hastily tucked himself back into his trousers. Under the moonlight, I could make out the sheen of sweat on his brow. He was breathing heavily now, but a full, relaxed smile was plastered right across his face. I felt like I had just witnessed something truly private. The movements, the sounds …they all felt secret somehow.

He bit down on his jaw, closed his eyes then opened them again to me, catching his breath, his broad chest still heaving a little. Fuck, he was a sight to behold. I let him come back to terra firma with me. I smiled, no longer the tiniest bit embarrassed. We both turned to look at the glistening white dribble now crawling down the wall. It was equal parts gross, hilarious and deeply erotic. We caught one another’s gaze.

“Thank you,” I said.

“Thank you.”

He was still breathless. Perfect.

“That was… that was quite a lot actually,” I said and tilted my head to gesture towards the wall. He smiled, put his back to the wall and pulled out the joint again.

“Aw, come on, I bet you say that to all the guys,” he said and gave me a wink.

I laughed.

“That was also quicker than I was expecting. I’m always surprised how fast guys can do that.”

“Really? Man, you have no idea.”

I couldn’t help but laugh again.

“Dude, that was like, a minute, tops.”

“I could do 30 seconds probably,” he said. I loved that boyish cockiness. I loved the spirit of competition. We walked the perimeter of the rooftop and I took another drag from him in silence.

“Hmm, that’s not a usual kind of thing to do with a girl you’ve just met in a club, you know.”

“I know.”

“I don’t think there are many girls out there who are into that, honestly.”

“Really? Man, you have no idea,” I said and gave him a naughty smile.

We reached the opposite wall and I propped myself up on my elbows, noticing how my feet were beginning to hurt in my heels. I let my flat-ironed hair float in the breeze and took a moment to appreciate the set we’d chosen this time.

His cheap cologne didn’t smell quite so offensive anymore. We both watched as a rowdy group came up the iron staircase and began chattering and drinking a few feet from us.

“You wanna get out of here?” he said. He extended his hand to take mine and guided me through the crowd and back into the party so we could leave. There was a pleasing, sort of big-brother calmness in his voice. He played the part well – goofy and irresponsible one moment, but perfectly ready to step in and steer the evening when it needed steering. We weren’t ever supposed to break out of character, but I didn’t mind a little of Dean’s charm breaking through here and there, and liked the contrast.

We finally made our way out into the open street, where party goers were wandering and loitering, and the general sounds of mischief filled the air.

“Where to now, Madame?”

“Let’s go get waffles. God, I’m craving them like you wouldn’t believe.”