5 comments/ 15741 views/ 3 favorites Hot New Moves By: Microwave0ven Warning: This written work is not intended for anyone under the age of 18 or whatever age of majority is in your area. Note: All characters are fictional and are not based on any person. Any similarities were not intended. ---------- Bright early-afternoon summer sunshine shafted through the gaps in the curtain, through dancing dust motes in the air, pooling in a golden pile across the bed. I rolled over sleepily and found the weight of an arm wrapped around me preventing me from rolling too far.The bedsprings squeaked and the warm body behind me shifted and pulled me closer. He nuzzled his stubbled chin against the back of my neck, and mumbled in a sleep-roughened voice, right next to my ear "So, sexy, what do you want to do today?" I mumbled a little, snuggling into him and relishing the skin-on-skin contact. He nipped again, sharply at my neck. "Well?" he persisted, immediately soothing the bite with kisses when I squirmed. "I dunno," I really didn't know. It was a quiet Saturday and neither of us had to go to work because we'd arranged a day off. "Lounge around the house, maybe?" I suggested mildly. We always lazed around the house on days off anyway, why should today be any different than the other days? He slid his arm down lower across my body, grasping my morning wood, which instantly got harder. "I was thinking of going clubbing tonight." he said, slyly giving me a light squeeze. I groaned and pushed back at him, feeling his erection nestled between my cheeks. I could hear the smile in his voice as he continued, "There's a new place you haven't gone to before, featuring an outdoor dance floor." I made a small choking noise. The last time he'd wanted me to dance in public, I'd broken some bottles and glasses, brushed up against half-a-dozen people, and had a guy nearly kick the shit out of me before he'd managed to pull me away. "Dancing?" I repeated in dismay. "But Rob, last time..." Rob smoothed his palms across my abs in a calming, circular motion, moving his way up my chest to pinch and pull at my hardened nipples a few times. I moaned softly at his touch, he was being this teasing on purpose, I was certain. "Shhh shhh shhh.. last time was last time." he whispered, "Trust me, you'll really like it this time." He always had that confident air about him, that made me believe, sometimes foolishly, in anything he said. "Come on, let's go get some brunch, then we can go do some stuff before tonight." He reached under the covers and gave my naked ass a playful slap to get me going. I yelped and turned around to wrestle him down but misjudged the distance and went tumbling to the floor. "Last one to the kitchen's a rotten egg!!" he yelled, hopping out of bed in record time. We both went streaking down the stairs wearing nothing but our birthday suits, laughing and hollering all the way. ---------- So, the two of us, Rob and me, Kevin, we live together. It was through an unfortunate incident a few years ago, when I was doing something incredibly stupid, and he being a passing Good Samaritan stopped me just in time. It was interesting how we instantly clicked together and we matched, even though the two of us are nearly opposites in looks, what we like, and what we do. Rob is 6'1" and he has silky black hair matched with green eyes. I'm about half a foot shorter than him, and I have short brown hair and blue eyes. He's always talkative and mischievous, and he moves with the grace of a panther, while I'm quieter and also considerably clumsier. I enjoy sports like Ultimate Frisbee, or track-and-field, while he likes Tackle-Ultimate-Frisbee, football, rugby, and just about any other physical sport. I would like to believe myself to be an honest and believing person, but most people translate that to "gullible". Rob though, he can be really evil with his plans, in the best way. ---------- That evening, after a light dinner, I was digging around in my usual closet of stuff. "I can't find anything to wear!!" I yelled as I ran around the house looking for where else I might have hidden away my stuff. Where was Rob anyway? Since dinner, he'd disappeared somewhere with a glint in his eye I'd learned to be wary of. He showed up in the doorway of the room I was just about to enter and I bounced off him, landing on my back. He was holding up a pair of leather pants - a pair I said I never wanted to see again. "How about these?" he asked with a huge grin. They were a pair he'd bought for me at a fetish store. Black leather, more like chaps, with an opening at the front and back of the pants. Rob was wearing his own pair already, but his were different in that they only had an opening in the front, which was currently covered by a black leather pouch. He was also wearing a matching tight black muscle-shirt that showed off the result of the many hours he spent at the gym. I began to shake my head, no. "You -could- wear nothing at all." he suggested, looking at me in a way that I knew he meant business. I grimaced. It seemed he had his mind set on me wearing those leather chaps. "You'd look good in that too, Kev." he joked infuriatingly. "Where'd you hide my stuff?!" I snapped indignantly from my position on the floor, scrambling to my feet. Rob grinned and knelt, pushing me back down to the floor. I struggled instinctively kicking out at his groin, but he was anticipating it and dodged easily. "I'm not wearing that!" I snarled, even though I figured there wasn't much point in arguing anyway. Rob just shook his head with a smile and wrestled me over his lap. He began to rain down a series of hard spanks down on my unprotected ass while I yelped and begged him to stop. He had a wicked arm for spanking. "Rob, man, stop! Please?" I was squirming on his lap, unconsciously grinding my sudden hardon against his thigh. He didn't stop for a few minutes yet, after which he stood me to my feet and stood back, ordered me to strip for him. I looked worriedly at the open window. Outside, it was beginning to get dim and dark already. With the lights on inside, anyone looking could see in. "But people can see..." I stopped when he pulled a small pocketknife out of his pocket and opened out the blades. "You do it yourself, or I'll help" he said with a grin. "Which is it going to be?" He probably wasn't joking, since he was no stranger to a blade. "Robbbbbb..." I whined, reaching for the chaps. "Fine, but I'm gonna get something to cover the open - "Leave it open." he demanded. He handed me a bright red thong which he had previously concealed in his hand. "You can wear this." I glared at him but snatched it out of his hands, putting it on. It would be better than wearing nothing. ---------- We stood outside the club where various goths, leather fetishists, and others also patiently waited to be let in. Rob was having the time of his life, chatting with the people around us, while I was sulking quietly and lamenting my bright red ass, courtesy of Rob. There were guys and girls all flirting with Rob, but he placed a possessive arm around my waist as an indication he was taken. Some of the ones flirting with him glared at me but I took no notice of them. When it came our turn to go in, the bouncer checked our ID's and waved us into the fenced-in area. There were a lot of people in there already, some at the beer garden, many people clumped into groups chatting with each other and just having fun. "Let's go." Rob shouted in my ear as he pulled me over to the area marked out for dancing. Loudspeakers had been set up all around the floor. Music pumped out of the speakers, surrounding us, blasting bass making me feel like my heart was shaking in time to the loud beats. Young people were on the floor, shaking and grinding to the music while colorful lights strobed across the energetic crowd in flashing waves. Rob took me to one side, under the loudspeakers where it was dark and the lights didn't reach. "Wait." he yelled, even though I only heard him as the barest of whispers. I was all too happy to wait, so I stood by while he fiddled with something on his pants that I couldn't quite see. "Turn around." he directed, leaning in close to my ear so he didn't have to shout. I trembled but turned around. Whenever Rob got into one of these "dom-moods" it was hard to tell what he was planning. I didn't have to wait long. I felt him pressing his lean body up behind me, pulling the bright red thong aside from the back, then something nudging between my asscheeks. Something firm, slick, and long. I suddenly had a revelation about what kinds of dancing Rob was intending for us to do. He put his hands on my shoulders, rubbing my muscles which had tensed up. "Relax, Kev, this'll be one of the best fucks of your life." he whispered sexily into my ear, pushing himself further in while I did my best to relax. "And best of all, noone will know." With that, not giving me any time to respond, he pushed us out onto the dance floor amidst all the other pulsing bodies. "Rob!!" I complained, not liking this even more as he went on. I was trying to push away from him. Rob wrapped an arm around my chest in a tight embrace so that I didn't have any leverage over him, letting his other arm drape down across my torso to cover my crotch. Massaging and manipulating my rapidly hardening dick through the thin fabric of the thong, he ground his hips up against my bare ass. I closed my eyes in the humiliation of having so many people around me, watching, wondering if they knew what was going on. I felt the barest brush of day-old stubble against my neck as Rob leaned in again. "Hard and dripping already? You're my little sexhibitionist slut, aren't you." he growled. He wiggled his hips as if he were doing the hula, causing his hard cock to move around, brushing someplace special deep inside me. I whimpered softly, raising my hips to meet his hand and involuntarily pushing back against him too. "Aren't you?" he repeated. My sexy guy nibbled at my earlobe, an erogenous zone for me. I reluctantly nodded, finally giving in to my physical reactions. I reached behind me and put my arm around his waist, pulling him closer. The slow song ended and changed to a hard, heavy punk-alternative beat. He gently moved us father towards the middle of the dance floor, really hammering into me now, matching his thrusts to the erratic beat of the song. I groaned and pushed back against him eagerly wanting to be filled by his thick rod again and again. I was too caught up in my own feelings, eyes-closed, to notice if anyone would notice. But the knowledge that there could be people watching was enough to make me hard all over again. Rob jerked me expertly and I followed his lead, my movements complementing his as we moved in counterpart with each other. The music was reaching a climax, the beat getting stronger and faster. Rob humped my ass harder, with more urgency, hammering my prostrate with erratic strokes. "Thats it, take my cock." he panted between strokes, "You've been wanting this. Take it hard, my little bitch." He changed his angle of attack, roughly fondling my balls which were tight and ready to unload. "I want you to cum for me, here, in front of everyone." I looked around, even though we were in the midst of a huge crowd, noone was even giving us a second glance. My eyes rolled back in pleasure, letting out a low moan when I felt Rob's sharp teeth closing down on my exposed neck. He wasn't gentle, biting down harder and sucking on the skin he'd captured in a way sure to leave a mark. "I'm close, Rob, real close.." I turned my head up and back to tell him. He never stopped his rhythm, despite my warning. "I want you to cum for me." he said simply. He smothered my protests with his soft lips, covering my mouth completely and tilting my head farther back. I cried out once and moaned into his mouth as I closed my eyes to the most mind-shattering cum I'd ever had, feeling lke my entire body was shooting out my dick. My muscles clenched down tightly on his oiled rod in spasms. At the same time, he swallowed all my moans and slid his tongue into my mouth, exploring thoroughly. Rob held me close to him while he continued to abuse my hole til he reached his own mind-bending orgasm, shuddering against my body as he achieved release. Slowly opening my eyes, afraid that someone would have noticed us, I was relieved to see that everyone was still absorbed in their own subtle grooves. Rob straightened up and kept us moving a bit as if we were moving to the thumping beat, but anyone watching could easily notice that the fiery passion from our earlier movements was gone. Rob tightened his grip on me ever so slightly, before twisting around, away from me. I turned with him to see what was going on. A man in black with mirrored sunglasses on was tapping on Rob's shoulder. He beckoned with one crooked finger for us to step out of the dance area, leading the way. I blushed, realizing that we were going to have some difficulties. Rob took it coolly, nodding and indicating with an upraised index finger that we would be a moment. The bouncer nodded back, pointing at the darker spot under the speakers where we'd been earlier and headed off in that direction. "Relax already!" Rob said, rubbing my muscles. I'd tensed up since that guy had come over, but now that he had faded back into the faceless crowd, I was feeling more comfortable. We went back to the darker corner of the floor and Rob put a steadying hand on my back while he pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants. The bouncer appeared just as he finished. Silently, he waved at us to go with him. We went out with him to the parking lot, where it was quieter. "I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you two to leave tonight." he said plainly, "Some of your activities are not exactly appropriate for this club." He cocked an eyebrow at us meaningfully and glanced down at my thong where a wet stain was spreading. If I wasn't already, I turned bright red. Rob had the sense to look embarrassed. "Ah, I'm sorry about that. That's totally understandable, of course. I didn't know we were that noticeable in the crowd." he started to ramble, running his hand through his hair nervously. The man pushed his sunglasses up so we could see his eyes. He interrupted Rob's babbling, "But that was some hot action you had going there." He winked at us before sliding the shades back down over his eyes and turning professional again. "Now you two have a safe night. Come again, but next time, leave that stuff at home." We thanked him for the warning and climbed into the car and left. Looking into the rearview mirror, I noticed him jotting down something on a pad of paper before turning and going back inside. I hoped we wouldn't be going back to -that- club anytime in the near future.