The sounds of 50 scents flooded the room as Andre looked over the club. Insomnia was just what he needed right now. Hip Hop night was full of the thug types trying to act hard but he knew that by the end of the night one of them would be the slowly going up and down on the shaft of his manhood. As he looked towards the bar, he noticed that Kane was motioning for him to come over. That was a good sign, see every straight bar had its Kane, he kept track of who was into what and made sure that those trying to stay on the down low could. There were days when Dre wondered just what it was he got out of this deal, but in the end he didnāt really care--this was after all just a means to an end.
āKid on the back pouch, Roca Wear.ā Kane said handing Dre a drink. Dre smiled downing the drink and nodding. He turned his heading towards the back only pausing for a moment to dance for a second or so with a young lady who had gotten between him and the door. She was cute; he had to admit but not what he wanted to dip into tonight, maybe another time. After noticing she had closed her eyes and was in a different world, he simply continued to the door. As he stepped out onto the deck he couldnāt miss the kid in question since there wasnāt anyone else out there. The kid looked nervous; this was still new to him. Dre smiled as he walked over to him extending his hand.
āYo whatās up? Dre.ā He said as the kid slapped his hand. The kid wasnāt bad on the eyes at all. He was attractive, about 6ā3ā with that perfect camel brown skin that was smoother then a babyās ass with barely any facial hair. He couldnāt have been any more then a buck eighty-five and making it perfect were the zigzagging cornrows running along his head. Hell this kid was damn near perfect, but when you added that air of unease to this scene he was just what Dre wanted.
āMartice.ā He said simply trying to not seem to check out Dre, but how he couldnāt. Dre was by far one of the hottest guys here. He was 5ā11ā with skin that was somewhere between caramel and yellow. A body that said he spent hours in the gym, and a smile that said, āyeah I know Iām sexy.ā Martice just shook his head as he leaned against the wall seeming to watch the door almost as much as he looked down at the simple gray sweats Dre was wearing as he rocked the wife beater and made sure you saw the body and the tats.
āDonāt sweat the door kid,ā Dre said stepping just slightly into Marticeās space āNo one comes out here on Wednesday, the stay where the music is mostly, it should be chill.ā Martice seemed to relax as he turned back to Dre and looked him up and down. āSo you like what you see?ā
āYeah, you keep it tight.ā Martice said licking his lips just as if he was trying to wipe something from them.
That was hot; Dre played it off with his trademark smile. āSo,ā there was a slight pause āwhat you trying to get into tonight?ā Dre glanced back at the door to make sure no one had come out the door. He leaned further into Marticeās space cupping his hand across the now nervous manās rock hard dick and whispered into his ear. āYo.ā He said feeling the throb of Marticeās dick in his hand. He didnāt let go, but rather he ran his hand up the outside of his sweats guessing that he had made a good choice since it felt like about 9 ½ inches and thick.
Yeah Dre would enjoy tonight as he heard a slight moan come from Martice as he stroked his just slightly near the head and softly blow in his ear. Dre was sure that a slight wet spot was forming near the head from pre-cum and that was all he needed. As he stepped back suddenly just leaving the now clearly less experienced man leaning against the wall visibly hard and his eyes still closed. Dre sat back in one of the chairs and smiled. He enjoyed what he did, well he would do it for a living--put you at a loss, then be right picky about who you fuck. āSo you got a whip here?ā Martice seemed to fade back to this world as he looked down at Dre.
āYeah,ā he said lightly and very airy. He was still floating on cloud nine from just the touch. āRight out front yo.ā He said beginning to want this more and more. Dre point back to the high rise building that Club Insomnia was in the shadow of.