The strobe lights pulsed in the crowded club, sweaty bodies rubbing together to the bass of "Blah Blah" by Kesha. Standing off to the side, downing a whiskey, Gaston didn't know why he was here, he was a senior in college club reminded him of his freshman days - bright eyed, egotistical, and free from the responsibility that comes with being a near-graduate. Although passionate about all things health related, he didn't anticipate the difficulty of landing a well paying job with his exercise science degree. His dreams of being a personal trainer for the NFL were falling apart, and the reality of it shook him to his core.
College made him realize he's not as skilled as he thought - not as talented, smart, buff, or ambitious. Gaston's confidence had been stripped away from numerous bad scores and an overall sense of "averageness" in his academic and personal life. Gaston was used to attention, especially from incredibly attractive women. Sex was easy for him; most women were totally DTF. However, he left his recent sexual encounters feeling unsatisfied - something was just missing. All this has led Gaston to this exact moment: hoping to get shit faced with his friends and forget about his current failures.
Body undulating to the energetic music blaring from multiple speakers, LeFou let an unrestrained smile spread across his face. He ran a hand through his wavy hair, grinding on his friends and finally feeling himself. As a sophomore in college, he's finally ready to own himself - his sexuality, appearance, and goals. Two hours prior, LeFou found out he got the part he's been wanting, needing, in his college's well-known theater program. After spending months working his ass off in his classes and at his part time campus job, LeFou's hard work finally paid off. The role is bold, audacious, something totally foreign to him but he's ready to take it on. In celebration, he and his friends decided to spend the night hitting up some bars; just typical college fun. There was only one thing missing from his life: a mindblowing night of sex and debauchery. His busy schedule was totally worth it, but LeFou's sex life had undeniably suffered because of it. Outside of his casual friends-with-benefits relationship with a history major (only when both are free - which is rarely ever), LeFou had been deprived of a good fuck recently. With sex on his mind, LeFou continued to dance sexily with his friends, garnering the attention of those around him.
As Gaston surveyed the room from his spot at the bar - now nursing a second whiskey - someone caught his eye. Wavy brown hair freely flying and wide hips swaying in a tantalizing manner, Lefou was unaware of Gaston's newly piqued interest. Gaston was riveted by the mysterious man on the dance floor; he had never felt this way about someone before. Especially not a boy. Despite his conflicting feelings, Gaston parted the dance floor and made his way toward the brunette firecracker.
Feeling someone's hips press into his own, LeFou turned around and met a pair of intense, icy blue eyes. Lips parted in lust, Lefou stared unabashedly up at the dark haired stranger. Nodding to his friends that he was okay dancing with the stranger, LeFou pushed his ass back into the stranger's hips. Gaston's hands moved lower, tracing the curve of LeFou's wide hips and squeezing. LeFou began to smirk, knowing where he wanted this night to lead.
He stared doe-eyed up at Gaston, and beckoned for him to lower his head. Happily obliging, Gaston heard Lefou murmur, in a breathy voice, "What's your name?."
Gaston's own gravelly speech responded, "Let's get out of here."
Lefou was more than happy to, however, he didn't appreciate being bossed around "...what if I don't want to?"
Gaston growled "Nobody says no to Gaston."
The reverberations of Gaston's voice went straight to Lefou's semi-hard cock, he had to bite back a moan. Normally, the dominance radiating from Gaston would have put Lefou off, however this time it wasn't entirely unwelcome. Sending him an impish smile, Lefou grabbed Gaston's proffered hand and followed him through the crowded club.
"I'll order us a Lyft - I live about 10 minutes away."
Looking up shyly, LeFou responded with a simple "Okay."
After saying their goodbyes to their separate groups, they made their way to the exit to wait for the Lyft. The chilly January air hit their faces as they stepped through the threshold on the door.
"I'm LeFou by the way. Sophomore, theater major." LeFou abruptly said, not being able to stand the charged silence.
Gaston's thick eyebrows shot up and he let out a throaty chuckle "Damn, you really are just a boy."
Crossing his arms in front of himself defensively, LeFou choked out a mildly offended "What?"
"I just mean you're young. Innocent." Gaston clarified.
"I assure you I'm well experienced. How old are you anyway?" Lefou demanded.
"Twenty-two."
"In your last year? What were you doing at this club?"
"Just needed to let loose." Gaston's tone turned melancholy.
"Ah, sorry to pry." LeFou stated awkwardly, not trying to ruin the moment between them.
Gaston chuckled and sent a dimpled smile LeFou's direction, "No worries baby doll."
Blushing, LeFou immediately knew there was something different about Gaston. His objective beauty was almost startling - symmetrical face, high cheekbones, chiseled jaw, and, my god, his height. But outside of his physical appearance, there was just this magnetism about him. Gaston sucked the air out of every room he entered, and LeFou was currently wishing he was that air.
Their eyes met, and despite the frigid air, LeFou felt himself - all of him - heat up. The energy between them was vibrating, and the intense eye contact between them was almost orgasmic. Their eyes severed as the sound of wheels screeching startled them- their Lyft was here.
Guiding LeFou into the Lyft, Gaston's larger hand engulfed his smaller one, their size difference readily apparent. After the briefest of acknowledgments to the driver, Gaston's hand moved from Lefou's palm and on to his neck. Squeezing lightly, Gaston pulled LeFou's face to his own, stopping as their lips lightly grazed each other.
"Please." LeFou breathily moaned.
Gason drew him in and their lips collided in a hungry kiss. It was messy - all lips, spit, and teeth. Gaston's hands roamed, giving LeFou's plump ass a hard squeeze. Groaning in delight, LeFou's hands brushed over the hardening crotch of Gaston's leather trousers. He let out a whimper at the contact - startling, albeit intriguing, Lefou. Gaston blushed and looked down, ashamed at his carnal reaction to LeFou's ministrations.
LeFou sent Gaston an imploring gaze and in response, he avoided eye contact. About to comment on the sudden shift in mood, LeFou was obnoxiously interrupted by a sudden stop at a standard apartment building.
Shyly taking LeFou's hand, Gaston tugged him out of the Lyft and led him through the door and into the elevator. Wanting to reestablish the sexy energy, LeFou shoved Gaston against the wall of the elevator, pulling his head down to meet him, initiating a passionate kiss. Something switched in Gaston, his timidness swiftly forgotten. Putting both hands on LeFou's thick, voluptuous ass, Gaston returned the favor and pressed his wide back against the elevator buttons, hitting them all.
"It's going to take forever to get to your floor now." murmured LeFou against Gaston's lips.
Gaston responded huskily, "Good, more time with you."
The two went back to kissing, growing more intense second by second. Gaston's tongue dragged along LeFou's bottom lip, biting lightly. LeFou let out a deep groan in response to the animalistic action. Wandering hands and hungry lips met in a frenzy until the elevator eventually came to Gaston's floor. Hesitant to break away, Gaston maneuvered Lefou into his one-bed one-bath apartment. Pushing Lefou against the oak door, Gaston and him continued to passionately make out. Lefou then removed Gaston's shirt and began to move lower, licking and sucking down his thick neck and rock hard abs.
On his knees, Lefou unbuttoned Gaston's leather trousers and pulled out Gaston's girthy member. Fisting it, he gave the silky skin a tentative stroke. Gaston groaned in response, fisting Lefou's hair and guiding his head toward his member.
"Don't rush me." Lefou ordered, "hands above your head."
Gaston was taken aback by the dominant command but obliged, too swept up to care. Wrists pressed against the door, Gaston stood submissively as Lefou worked his mouth on his cock. Lefou licked a circle around Gaston's thick tip, flicking his tongue along the tender, silky bottom. Confident in his abilities, Lefou gained momentum and began sucking Gaston's cock in earnest. Slurping sounds filled the small space and Gaston was drunk on the pleasure. With a powerful grunt, he spilled his load into the back of Lefou's throat. Swallowing it greedily, Lefou licked his lips and looked up into Gaston's intense eyes.
Suddenly feeling unsure of himself, Gaston didn't know what to do now. Outside of the occasional drunk kiss, Gaston had never been with a man before. Gaston had never thought too hard about his sexuality; girls like him and he likes girls. Simple. However, this specimen of a man had him rethinking everything. Gaston felt a little insecure, wanting to satisfy Lefou but not knowing how. He decided to pick LeFou up and place him on his kitchen counter.
Unzipping his pants, LeFou waited expectantly. Gaston moved in, clumsily taking LeFou's long dick in his calloused, masculine hands. He stoked it clumsily, not quite hitting the right pressure points. LeFou, having been with men since high school, noticed this and gently eased him off.
"Hey." LeFou stated, "Have you done this before? With a man?"
"No." Gaston shyly admitted, "I've…never been with a guy before. I'm not quite sure how to please you properly."
Finding this endearing, LeFou gave him a knowing smile, jumped off the counter, and slowly led Gaston to his room.
"You deserve to try men the right way." Lefou seductively murmured as he shut Gaston's bedroom door.
Gaston eased back onto the bed and looked submissively up at LeFou.
"Get on your hands and knees." Lefou ordered, "I'll take it from here."
Gaston complied, stripping himself of the rest of his clothes. Behind him, LeFou put an extra large condom on his oversized throbbing member and grabbed his favorite non oil based lube from his pocket. Squirting some on his surprisingly long skinny fingers, he eased them into Gaston's tight hole.
Lefou murmured, "Just relax." as he worked the tense muscle into a relaxed state, one finger at a time.
Gaston let out a wanton moan; he had never experienced anal play and so far was really into it. Of course, he was aware of the male g-spot's location, but he had never asked his previous sex partners to explore it.
Feeling like Gaston was properly prepped, LeFou removed his lube-covered fingers and aligned the tip of his long cock with Gaston's hole.
"Is this okay?" LeFou asked.
Gaston rasped out a needy "Keep going."
Unable to restrain himself, Lefou plunged into Gaston's tight heat. Gaston let out a moan of both pleasure and pain. This feeling of fullness was so new; a little uncomfortable but definitely not unwelcome.
"Does this feel good?" LeFou asked, wanting to make sure Gaston was comfortable. Taking it in the ass for the first time could be incredibly painful if not done properly.
Gaston arched his back in response, LeFou's penis hitting a deeper spot. LeFou recognized this physical cue and began plunging in and out of Gaston's hole. It became messy; promiscuous sounds emerged unrestrained from both Gaston and Lefou, the sound of LeFou's member abusing Gaston's hole filling the room.
"I'm close." Lefou grunted.
"'Me too." Gaston gasped.
Grabbing onto Gaston's long dark hair, Lefou came with a gasp, spilling his seed into the condom. Gaston came seconds later, aggressively ejaculating onto the bed sheets. Feeling spent but satisfied, Gaston rolled onto his back and sent a lazy grin in LeFou's direction. He beckoned LeFou over with a wave of his hands and, after disposing of the condom, LeFou joined him in bed. The two men cuddled and eventually fell into a deep sleep.
The last thought on LeFou's mind: "My, what a guy, that Gaston."