Thick dry ice pumps out through the semi-darkness. Flashing
lights from the dance floor illuminate couples entwined in every corner. I sip
my gin and take it easy.
It’s Friday night. This is the night I live for every week, all the way through
my shitty job and my quiet weekdays at home. I loiter, in no rush, because all
good things come to those who wait.
I wait for him.
If I don’t see him tonight, I’ll die.
I don’t know his name. All I know is our mutual flirtation
is seven weeks strong and last week progressed from coy looks and smiles to
full on heavy action in the back room.
I’m shy. I had done nothing but catch his eye and look away
during the previous five times I saw him. He was always with friends, drinking,
dancing, never seemed to be on the prowl or interested in guys blatantly
hitting on him.
But he noticed me. He looked at me steadily until I blushed
and averted my gaze and this carried on for five weeks with neither of us
making a move. Then last week, he caught my eye and after regarding me for a
long moment, he set off towards the back room, lithe hips swinging, glancing
back at me pointedly.
I froze in place, staring. I couldn’t quite believe that all
my Christmases were about to come at once. I was half in love with him when I
followed behind him. By the time he’d finished with me in there, I was
hopelessly, one hundred per cent smitten.
He led me right into the back, where the shadows where
deepest and the noises the loudest. There he leaned against a wall and pulled
me into him and in the darkness our lips collided. I tasted rum and smelled
spicy cologne and his tongue found mine as he thrust a thigh between my legs.
I dry-humped it helplessly, groaning into his mouth. He
clutched my buttocks, kneading them through denim, grinding me against him.
I thought I would come. His mouth found my neck, left
lingering kisses which made me so hard I could barely think.
The strength of his desire shocked me. It mirrored my own.
His hand unfastened my jeans and slid inside my boxers. Warm
fingers curled around my erection. I bucked into his touch moaning helplessly.
I felt him smile against my mouth, then he dropped abruptly
to his knees and my evening moved on from all my Christmases to all my
birthdays. He pulled my pants and boxers down. I thought I would explode as he
took me in his mouth in one hot, wet slide. I had to balance myself with one
hand on his shoulder as I trembled in bliss.
He knew a thing or two about sucking cock. I put my hand
over my mouth to stifle my groans even though the music drowned them out. I was
embarrassed that he might know how easily he drew me towards a premature orgasm.
His hand weighed my balls, squeezed them gently. The other
hand ran up my shirt, zeroed in on one nipple and rubbed it into erection, pinching
I cursed and moaned, trying not to thrust into his mouth.
But he gripped my hips then. He rocked me forward firmly and took all of me
My head thudded back against the wall. I writhed and
trembled and called out to God. Never had I been so uncontrolled, so desperate.
I felt it rising from my balls, the ache consuming me.
Abruptly he pulled back. I stood gasping, mouth open in
protest but he wasted no time. He grabbed me, spun me around face first into
the wall, bending me over, kicking my feet apart.
I panted for breath as he produced lube, feathered a dab
between my buttocks with light fingertips. Then he rubbered up and his cock
rested in my cleft, sliding wetly against my entrance.
I shivered and shuddered. I pushed back, trying to impale
myself. With a firm arm around my waist, my lover pressed into me, taking his
time, moving nice and slow.
I shouted, my back arching as he entered me, his lips clinging
to my neck, teeth grazing. My legs shook; I spread them further and I tried to
breathe through the shock of penetration.
My lover was well endowed. I had no complaints in that
department. He filled me so full, took such control with me that I could do
nothing but try to keep upright as he fucked me and my climax knocked for
As it reared on the horizon, I pushed back against him,
taking every inch. His mouth found my ear, sucking at the lobe and his hand
felt around me, enclosing my prick, pumping it slowly in time with his thrusts.
Our love was wordless. He made no sound as he brought me
steadily closer. I turned my head to his and his lips captured mine, clinging
softly, his kiss almost tender.
I lost my mind. My legs bowed so he had to hold me upright
against the wall. I shuddered violently and cried out as I spurted endlessly
into his milking hand.
He liked it, I know he liked it. He held me so tight, kissed
me so passionately on the neck, came to his own climax within seconds. A silent
one, his mouth open.
For a moment there was no sound, only our bodies pressed
together intimately as though we were alone.
He drew away. When I had made myself decent and turned
around, he had gone.
I blinked, standing against the wall like a love-sick fool
and feeling crushed. I went back out into the club but didn’t see him again
So you might be wondering why I’m waiting here with such
anticipation after his exit last week. A man who took me against the wall in
the back room with no words and left without giving his name. I guess it
doesn’t paint a good picture of the man I profess to be in love with.
Perhaps if I tell you that when I watch him with his
friends, he uses sign language, you might understand better. At the bar,
oftentimes he writes down the name of the drink he wants and shows it to the
My crush is a deaf mute. But when he rocked into me in that
back room, I felt him doing it to the vibrations of the bass coming through the
floor. His sense of rhythm is impeccable along with everything else about him.
I don’t need to communicate verbally with him to know he has won my heart.
Turning around in reverie, my eyes are drawn to the dance
There he is.
Tall and lean, wearing faded jeans and a black t-shirt, he
sways to the music as though he hears every word. He’s blond, blue-eyed,
angelic of face. He grins at his friend, teeth white, using elegant hands to
make a sign. I wish I knew what he said.
Suddenly he senses my gaze. His smile drops. He makes a sign
to his friends and comes off the dance floor, heading in my direction. My
stomach and heart collide and I can’t breathe.
Flashing lights illuminate his pale face as he stops in front
of me. Then he holds his hand up to his chest. He rubs his clenched fist in a
circular motion. I don’t understand the gesture he makes, but I read his lips
I stare, a lump in my throat, my palms clammy. I’m careful
to enunciate my words so he can read them.
He smiles and I swear I hear birds sing. He steps closer,
cups my head, kisses me. I melt into him. I feel his heart beating against my chest.
Words aren’t needed. Nothing is needed but this feeling, this love and
adoration for this stranger I know is mine.