I opened my eyes and held my breath until the world around me started to spin. Pleasure. That’s what I came for. I released the air from my lungs and leaned back against the leather car seat.

I kept a firm hand around my cock, trying my best to conceal myself. Where was he? I glanced out of the window. Probably on his way.

I quickly checked my phone. Half past midnight. Fuck. I thought we’d get this started earlier. If my mom were to wake up, she’d definitely notice my absence. She was crazy like that, always knocking on my door for no reason.

God, I felt like such a loser. Why on earth did I say it was okay for my mom to move in? Sure, she was going through a rough time, but I was going through some pretty tough changes myself. Did I really have to be so giving all of the damn time?

I glanced down at my cock. Its initial hardness was long gone. For my first gay experience, this was really chocking up to be something really awkward.

Calm down, Hayden.

I took another deep breath and inhaled the rest of the poppers I was storing in my hoodie pocket. I tossed it in the backseat as soon as I felt my face turn warm. Pleasure. There it was. I closed my eyes and thought of his huge girth. Slowly, my cock began to climb into the air.

I sat in my parked car, completely shielded from the world outside. In front of me stood the Leather and Lace men’s club. It was the all-in-one place for guys of all kinks, but I couldn’t find the courage to get out of my damn car.

I wasn’t like most of the men who came here. All of my life, I had played the part of a straight man, but that was never me. Not fully, at least. I needed a chance to feel open and free.

I wasn’t sure if I could love a man. I fantasized about men more than women, that’s for damn sure. I had a long history of omegas in my family too, even if my mom liked to deny it.

I released my breath, feeling dizzy. I should have never come here, but now there was no turning back. I had to do this. I had to face my inner desires. I had to give in to this fantasy, as wrong as it felt doing it at a male sex club.

My heart was racing. My cock was throbbing against of my palm’s grip. Everything in my life had led me to this one moment. I knew exactly what I wanted, but I couldn’t get myself to move.

I slowly pumped my cock, carefully peering out of the window from the driver’s seat. I eyed every guy that passed by the tinted glass that shrouded me.

A tall and slender man with bleached tips and a pair of tight black jeans looked at my car carefully. It was almost like he knew who was inside. I froze. I was safe in here, I thought. Despite the glaring luminescent lights, I couldn’t be seen underneath the dark tint. It would take someone really close to see me.

“Go away,” I whispered. Eventually, he did. He disappeared behind the dark club’s brick walls, giving into all the pleasures that were offered to him inside.

I didn’t know what I wanted yet. I was so new to this world. Somewhere inside that cold and rough looking building was my alpha master, waiting in the dark corridors for me. Or maybe he wasn’t even here yet. That was definitely a possibility.

My biggest fear was to be noticed. It was also my biggest fantasy.

I looked into the rearview mirror at my trembling eyes. My cock was aching. I took a deep breath and let go.

Relax. You can do this. This is what you wanted, remember?

Yes. This was definitely what I wanted. I didn’t want to just fantasize about it anymore, and I sure as hell didn’t want to feel like a freak. I yearned to fall apart in front of someone, so they could build me back up to their liking. I wanted to feel utterly powerless in somebody’s arms.

My mind started to race. All I could see in my field of vision were hungry men, looking for a good time. But I still hadn’t found the right one.

That’s when I saw him. My Grindr daddy. The big, burly, piece of meat I saw the last few nights. He was an absolute monster, ready to blow.

His leather pants clutched tightly around his firm ass. His chest pressed against his thin, black undershirt. Tats littered his body, flowing against his muscular biceps.

He was the real fucking deal. He was ready to fuck, and that’s precisely what I wanted out of a man.

He was also huge. Yuge. Way too fucking big for a guy like me. But he was the spitting image of what I imagined. The power his body exuded was impossible to challenge. He must have had a bull’s sized cock.

For a moment, our eyes connected. I froze up. I felt every emotion coalesce into one: Silence. Fear. Confidence. Desire. My cock rose against my abdomen, and suddenly, my temperature ran hot. My heat activated. Oh, fuck!

He saw me. How the hell did he see me? He knew exactly what I was: the cute pervert from Grindr, jerking off in his car. He loved every second of it.

A small sliver of a smile escaped his lips as he walked toward the entrance. He waved me inside with a flick of his wrist. But I wasn’t following him, and he knew it. This was a titillating game, but I was backing out of it.

I saw the look in his eyes. He had been waiting for me as much as I had been waiting for him. But as the door shut behind his magnificent body, I rocked my wrist back. The sharp pressure came to a rising crescendo, molding into absolute bliss. I blew my load onto some fast food napkins.