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next? I shake off the thought. I have tried not to look back, even when looking ahead has been hard and dark many a time. The ache for Ryan has been so strong and so real it has taken every ounce of strength I have to keep away, to let him lead his life without me. With me being a deadbeat, a loser and no good for anyone. Or so I’ve been told. Not for a long time now admittedly, but the crap stuff is always easier to believe than the good stuff.
    Driving through the streets I head for the nearest gay bar. It’s not the nicest one here but tonight I need hard and fast, I need to take the need to go home away. As I walk through the door the smell of male sweat, sex and beer hits my nose as I breathe in deeply before looking around, Checking out who is here. I spy Lyle in the corner; he is a huge man standing at six and a half feet tall and well-muscled. He trains at my gym so I know how strong he is. I’ve heard all the stories about him, I know he’s a hard top and more than happy to give it as rough as you need, and tonight I need it hard.
    Walking over I watch his eyebrows rise and whether he is aware or not I see his hips jut forward, yeah I see you. My dick strains against the zipper of my jeans, almost bursting out from my briefs, fuck I can feel the fluid forming and dampening the fabric.
    “Nico, long time no see,” Lyle’s voice has already lowered; ready to dominate.
    “Yeah Lyle, it’s been a while. What are you up to?” I really don’t give a shit what his answer is. I reach out and cup his tight balls through the denim of his black jeans. My mouth is up against his throat before I speak the words I know he wants to hear, “Fuck me Lyle, Fuck me hard.”
    “Wha…? Fuck yeah! Where?” His eyes are black and I can feel the heat rising from them.
    “Let’s go upstairs, we’ve got people over at mine.” I never take men to my home, I don’t want them to see the real me. My private life is always that; private.
    With a small nod of acquiescence, Lyle takes a tight hold of my hand and we weave through the crowds, I can feel the eyes of the envious men bore into me but I shrug them off. Tonight this man and the demon he keeps in his briefs are mine. It takes just minutes to reach his place, he lives above the bar. I have been here a few times but we haven’t fucked, a few hand or blow jobs but never anything more.
    As soon as the door slams shut he presses me hard against the wall behind me. Lyle’s tongue invades my mouth. I can taste not only his cigarettes and the beer he has just drunk, but the need, the desire and the lust. It took me a very long time to work out that I’m a bigger commodity than I ever imagined. Apparently I have the ass most of the guys are after. Am I proud? Fuck No. I don't give a shit who fucks me or my ass, my head and heart belongs to Ryan Connelly.
    “How do you want to do this? Because I’m happy to do this here. Fuck Nico, I’ve been ready to have your ass for years.” His breath has turned acrid against my neck. I no longer want any intimacy with this man I just want fucking.
    “I don’t give a fucking shit. I just want your hot hard cock pounding in and out of me. If you can’t manage that then I’m out of here.” I can feel the tension flowing from his body and the exact moment his body stiffens.
    “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say those words?” His warm breath sickens me but the desire for a hot hard cock overwhelms any of my other emotions.
    “Stop fucking talking and take my ass!” I hiss the words at him before he takes me seriously and spins me around to face the wall. He then reaches around my waist and rips open the button on my jeans, before dragging the zipper slowly down the hard length of my cock. “For fucks sake Lyle I’m a sure thing, you don’t need to piss about.”
    “You may regret what you’ve just asked for.” He pulls my face to his and drags my mouth against his, pushing his tongue deep into my