A Pool Hall

Joey walks down the street, passing a number of different restaurants and shops. However, he stops in front of a dark building with a sign reading "Corner Pocket". Walking inside, Joey found it was exactly what he thought it would be, a pool hall. It was dark inside, the only light coming from dim lamps hanging from the ceiling above the pool tables and from behind the bar.

As Joey walks towards the bar, his eyes scan the room and land on a group of men gathered around a table, their muscular arms flexing as they take shots, their asses extended outward as they made their shots. A few of them laugh and cackle before they slosh another beer down before making a shot. Joey can't help but feel a little hot below the collar as he imagines those arms wrapped around him. The smell of sweat and cigar smoke fills his nostrils as he takes in the rugged, manly energy of the room.

His gaze lingers on a tall, dark-haired man with a chiseled jawline, imagining what it would be like to run his hands through that thick hair. He had just sat down at the bar, having left a table looking quite distressed. Joey seized the opportunity.

"Hey man, you don't look too good. Mind if I buy you a drink?" Joey said to the man who turned his head to look at Joey. He looked Joey up and down.

"I don't swing that way man." The man said calmly.

"Ok, can I still buy you a drink? You look like you need it." Joey said and the man shrugged. Joey flagged down the bartender, ordering two drinks.

"Fine, it's not like I have any more money left?" the man said, taking a drink.

"What happened?" Joey asked, taking a sip of his drink.

"You see those guys over there. Those are the O'Malley's, biggest pool sharks around. I shoulda known better, but I let them get under my skin and they pinched every cent out of me." the man said.

Joey nodded sympathetically. "That sucks man. But don't worry, I'm pretty good at pool myself. Maybe, I could take them on and win back some of your money?"

The man looked at Joey with surprise. "Really? You think you could beat them?"

Joey grinned confidently. "I know I could. But if I win, you owe me a favor instead."

The man smirked. "I like the sound of that."

Joey and the man walked over to the table where the O'Malley's were playing. They were all laughing and joking, completely unaware of the challenge that was about to be issued.

"Hey boys, mind if we join in?" Joey said, a sly grin on his face.

The O'Malley's looked at him skeptically. "Who's your boyfriend? Brought him because you can't win yourself?" One with sharp cheekbones said, "What, you think he can beat us?"

Joey shrugged nonchalantly. "You lose, you give him back the money he lost. You win, you get double." The man smirked.

"Deal, Name's Barney O' Malley," extending a hand to shake hands.

"Joey," Joey says accepting the hand, which Barney jerks towards him.

"First, all the money goes in the pot before the game, just so no one gets any cold feet." Barney says.

"Sounds reasonable to me." Joey says pulling out his wallet. He drops a couple hundred in the pot. It was times like this he was thankful for a high inflation rate.

And so the game began, and Joey quickly proved himself to be a formidable opponent. He sunk ball after ball, his body leaning over the table in a way that made the man next to him squirm in his seat.

As the game progressed, Joey's confidence grew. He could feel the man's eyes on him, watching his every move. The stranger was cheering him on, excited at the prospect of getting his money back. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Joey sank the last ball and claimed victory. Barney grumbled and cursed, handing over the money they had won from the man earlier.

Joey turned to the stranger, a grin on his face. "Looks like I won back your money. Now we should probably get out of here before you lose it again." Joey said walking out the door together.

"You just saved my ass man." He said to Joey excitedly wrapping his arm him. He was clearly a little intoxicated and very giggly. "I'm so happy I could just kiss you."

"Well, you still do owe me that favor." Joey said and the guy laughed.

"You're right, I do. What do you want?" he said.

"Well, take me out to dinner." Joey said, "I'm starved," This made the man giggle.

"You're hungry eyy?" he said, "Let me do you one better. Let me make you a home-cooked dinner." Joey was surprised by this. He was expecting to go to a diner and just get some greasy fries, but he wasn't about to say no. He followed the man down the streets, as he guided him to a townhouse. The man fumbled with the keys before unlocking the front door. After you both got in, he locked the door, guiding you to the kitchen.

"So, whats for dinner?" Joey says sitting on a stool.

"I think I've got some meat in the fridge," he said disappearing behind the fridge door. When he closed the fridge, the man was facing Joey, completely naked, "Looks like I got it right here." he said slapping his cock into his hands.

"Why are you naked?" Joey said, his eyes bulging.

"Don't ask stupid questions boy," the man said pulling Joey up from his seat by the collar of his shirt. Joey felt conflicted, the man was drunk and he had said he wasn't gay...but there he was, naked and dominating Joey in a way that made him incredibly aroused? Joey can feel his body responding to the man's advances, and soon enough they are in the throes of a sloppy sexual encounter.

"Fuck," Joey moans as the man pins him against the fridge, his hard dick pressed against Joey's ass. "I shouldn't be doing this."

"Shhhhut up, fag," the man growls, his words sliding together. He bit down on Joey's neck. "You know you want it. You've been wanting it since you saw me at that bar."

Joey can't deny the truth of the man's words. A part of him had fantasized about this moment, ever since he'd agreed to the bet, to win the money back for him in exchange for the favor. He never expected the favor to be sexual in nature.

The man pulls Joey's pants down and grabs his dick, stroking it roughly. "Look at you, Daddy's little whore," he sneers. "You're loving this, aren't you?" Joey moans and nods, pushing back against the man's body. He wants this. He wants it so badly it hurts.

The man pushes Joey down onto the kitchen table, spreading his legs wide. "You're gonna take it, bitch," he says, positioning himself at Joey's entrance. "You're gonna take all of Daddy's dick."

Joey screams as the man thrusts into him, rough and hard. He can feel his body opening up to accommodate the man's size, and it feels incredible. He can't believe how good this feels.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Joey gasps as the man pounds into him. "Harder, Daddy, harder!"

The man grins and picks up the pace, slamming into Joey with all his strength. The man dripped sweat onto Joey's shirt as he pinned Joey to the table, thrusting into his hole, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through their bodies. It was no longer Joey who was moaning, but the stranger as well, his face red hot, panting and moaning as he felt Joey's ass swallow his meat.

Finally, with a roar, the man comes inside Joey, filling him with hot cum. Joey screams as he feels his own orgasm rip through him, his body shaking with pleasure. The man collapsed on Joey's body, the rush overwhelming his drunk body. As they lay there on the kitchen table, panting and covered in sweat and cum, Joey can't help but wonder what he's gotten himself into. He can't deny how good it felt, but he realized he didn't even know this man's name.

"Joey," Joey says, "My name is Joey,"

"Joey," the man repeats, sliding his tongue over Joey's neck, "Your ass is amazing Joey. I'll have to make it a habit of owing you more favors."

"Who exactly would be owing me favors?" Joey asked as the man groped his pec, kissing his neck fiercely. Joey could feel the man getting hard again, his dick growing against Joey's dripping hole.

"You wanna know, you'll owe me a favor." the man said.

"Fine, what is it," Joey says and the man smiles.

"Victor," he says, getting up to line his dick back up with Joey's hole, he slid back inside, "Victor Romero," Joey's eyes bulged once more, however this time not from the cock thrusting into his ass, but from the realization of what was happening.

"Dad?" Joey said as Victor put a hand on Joey's chest.

"If we're gonna do this, call me daddy," Victor said. Joey couldn't believe what he was doing. What was the likelihood of? but he couldn't keep a thought in his head long enough, Victor wouldn't let him think about anything other than the pleasure he was giving him. Eventually, Joey gave in the pleasure, ignoring the moral questionability activities. The two of them fucked for hours, till they passed out in each other's arms from exhaustion.

In the morning Joey woke up, Victor's arms wrapped around him. The gravity of his actions hit Joey as he lay there. He decides to...