Waiting for Dex...

Dex scampers back off to work, promising to get you a drink. He grabs a few more empty glasses and disappears into a door behind the closest bar. You find yourself a free tall cocktail table next to the wall and settle in for a wait. At least there are plenty of attractive guys on the dance floor to watch.

You decide to do the standard activity when alone at a club and check your phone.

Kevin has emailed you on Facebook asking for your phone number. So hot. So weird. Even if breaking up a gay celebrity's relationship was something you'd want to try and do, a loud club is not the place to start.

A glass clanks down next to you, and you look up to see Dex grinning. “I forgot to ask what you wanted, so got you a rum and coke. I thought it was sweet, like you for waiting for me.”

You chuckle, “Thanks.” You take a swallow, then reply, “It's sweet, but you look like you might taste sweeter.” That was cheesy, but you're drunk, horny, and he's just standing right there. You towards Dex, seductively. “Can I?”

Dex looks down, then to the side bashfully. “Um, yeah. Ok.” You sneakily hook your finger in one of his front beltloops and pull him closer. He lets you and giggles as you lean in towards his neck. Your lips lightly touch his coffee-colored skin before you take a slow lick. He instantly inhales and his whole body stiffens.

“Mmm, salty.” You murmur into his ear, as you slide your other fingers along the tight flesh of his belly. “But I haven't tasted everything...”

Dex laughs and jumps back, “Oh, my god! You're so bad!” He tries to not be obvious while readjusting himself in the front of his pants. “I gotta make the rounds. I'll be back!”

You watch Dex's tight ass prance away, then return to your phone while nursing your rum and coke.

Trevor has also texted:
[bABY whhhy didt u cum with us?]
Drunk mess. That can also wait.

You notice someone approaching out of the corner of your eye. A redheaded twink wearing a pink baseball hat turned to the side bops up to you. “Hi!”

You give him a quizzical look back, “Hi...?”

“My friends and I thought you looked really lonely hitting on the barback,” he glances over his shoulder, and a group of scantily clad college twinks on the dance floor wave at you. “Do you wanna dance with us?”