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*This is the 2025 version of the original version of I'm Not Just Your Boy Toy.*

1 (1)-First meeting

Brandon's pov

Finally, I get to be here. I've been waiting all day for it to be open. I get in the bar and I instantly notice all the flashing lights, the loud music and people, not just any kind of people, guys, yep guys. As always they are all dancing closely to each other on the dance floor. They are all incredibly sexy but they aren't all my taste.

You see I'm not here for any reason. I go to my favourite gay bar because I like to have fun by finding random guys and screwing around with them. The rule is, never the same guy. In my lifetime I must have hooked up with hundreds of them but none of them were the same guy.

In the early years, there were girls but I quickly realized that guys are way more fun to screw around with. Besides I have a preference for them. So, this is the reason why I come every single day to my good old favorite gay bar.

I've always managed to find a guy every single time. Sometimes I wonder why but it must be my charm.

What I particularly like about gay bars, is that guys in here aren't looking around for the serious thing, they are there for the fun stuff. Nobody has time to settle down. I ain't 30 years old. Some say I'm a dumbass to only screw around with guys for a living but I don't care. As long as this makes me happy that's fine.

I have one-night stands with a new guy every single day but to make sure I don't do it with the same person again or they want to do more, I cut all contact with them. Poof, I'm gone. I can't have them try to contact me again or else I'll get attached to them, hence why the reason for my strict rules of no strings attached.

Even if it's that, I ain't no prostitute. Don't get me wrong but I don't make money for this. I'm just a free guy who wants to have fun that's all.

I walk inside the bar. I sit on the stool and notice one of the bartenders. That black-haired guy knows me. I've been here so many times, that he knows my every move. I even hooked up with him once. At first, he wanted to do it again but I reassured him that I only wanted to have fun no more. He gets it. Without saying anything he makes my favourite drink, my beloved Martini.

"Looking for a target?" How bold of him to say that.

"Yeah, did you notice any new guys?" I grin curious.

"Nah, the plain old ones. None are interesting, unless...you're into some fifty years old married man?" He grins teasingly.

"Yeah right. I'm not interested in that. They only want to do what they want. I want a really obsidian one."

"Oh? Really? Have a type now?"

"Oh, shut up Brent." He smirks enjoying throwing me a bit off. He's one of the only ones that I let even try.

"Getting under your skin?"

"Not one bit. Keep dreaming fool." I say a bit annoyed but remaining confident.

"Awh, fool? You don't have a better nickname than that?"

"You're annoying." I simply say.

"Sure I am. I'm still your favourite." He grins ear to ear loving to rattle me up.

"Don't you have to serve the other guys?" He checks in front of him and realizes that other guys are sitting on the bar stools waiting for the drink.

"Oh yeah, you're right about that. You cocky bastard."

"Say that again?" I grin challenging him but his attention is longer on me.

"To who do I have the owner to serve a drink?"

And he has the nerve to ignore me like that.

He's actually the one that is a little cocky bastard. I ain't a cocky bastard. While Brent is busy flirting with the guys as always I check around the bar while sipping my Martini.

Ugh, it's plain boring tonight. Where are all the hot stuff? By now I should've gotten a guy wrapped around my finger but there's not even one guy that has caught my eye.

Being sexy is one thing but the submissive kind, with the goods and the... Holy sh*t who's that guy?! Woah! Where did he come from? I need to go check him out. He just got in, I'm sure of that.

He's new. I've never seen him before. Hmm, he doesn't look as young as me but he can't be any older than 30. Oh, how perfect! He seems to be tense through. It seems like he has a stick up his ass. I'm going to fix that.

I wonder if it must be his first time at a gay bar to look so lost with those breathtaking eyes. I try to get to him but I have to push away people dancing in the crowd and a few people trying to get my attention as a move. Argh, how annoying. I've got no time for that! Where is he heading? I'm having a hard time seeing in that crowd. Hm, oh I see him now...Oh! He stopped walking. He's looking around the edge of the dancing crowd all by himself. Perfect opportunity to go check him out.

I creep closer. He doesn't even notice me until he feels my hand on his shoulder. He flinches slightly and immediately turns around.

"Um, who are you?" He asks confused, a bit shy.

"Is this the first question you ask a dude?" I ask both dumbfounded and curious.

"Yes?" He says uncertain.

"Hah, too bad that's the case." I grin.

"What do you mean by that?" He says confused yet I can already tell he's already growing flustered. Great exactly as I like it.

"Is this your first time in a gay bar?"

"Yeah.." He says embarrassed, turning pink.

"Ohhhh, so I'm guessing you're gay?" I wiggle my eyebrows.

"Yes.." He blushes. How cute.

"So what was the purpose of coming here?"

"Well...I don't know.." He says shy and flustered.

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"I just..." He trails off, embarrassed of something.

"What?"

"Nothing..."

"Hm, that's fine. Keep the shy act. I like it." I lick my lips. He gets even more flustered.

"Really..?" He says sounding surprised.

"Yeah...you want to get loose?" Better cut to the chase.

"Huh...? Oh uh.." He stutters puzzled and I take this opportunity to come closer and whisper in his ear.

"Say yes," I whisper seductively.

"Yes!" He says a bit too excitedly.

"Shh, no need to sound so excited."

"Sorry..."

"In here no one is sorry."

"So..."

"It's unfortunate that such a cute...guy like you is wasting your time apologizing."

"Ah?" He blushes slightly puzzled.

"Cat got your tongue? Guys in here tend to be more...how can I describe it? Hmm, scandalous. Loosen up a little." I touch his shoulder and tease him a little.

"You're so tense. What are you so tense about?"

"Ah, uh.." He stutters flustered.

"It's fine, no need to speak. I know exactly what you want. Follow me." He does exactly that.

Wow, he undoubtedly trusts strangers so easily. He really is what I'm fiddling for. The submissive kind. Perfect.

"Ok here. Did you have the chance to get yourself a drink?"

"No..." He says with a hint of shame.

"Ah, that's fine. You don't need one unless you want one."

"No, it's fine." He says more firmly. Ah, I thought he'd say yes.

"Hm ok, you sure you don't want one?"

"No, it really is fine." He dismisses my request, boring but too interesting to let go.

"Hm, if you don't want to drink, what could you possibly want?" I say seducing him.

"A sexy guy like you..." Oh? Did I hear that right?

"What did you say? Say it louder." I tease seductively.

"I want a sexy guy like you..."

"Ohh, I didn't think you had that in you. So you think I'm sexy?" I say showing off.

"Yeah..."

"Well, I think you're attractive too."

"Um...I'm not attractive..." He says a bit sadly while remaining flustered.

"Nonsense! You have all the goods! That packed ass! Those tight skinny jeans...You did that on purpose did you?" I grin.

"Oh uh um..." He's so flustered and I like it.

"So you're intention all along was to fish a guy."

"Um...yeah..." I decided to tease a bit more.

"Woah! What are you doing...?" He gaps and flinches as I go for his ass.

"Touching the goods?" I smirk.

"The goods..?" He asks confused but flustered.

"That really is a packed ass. It's a shame you're so tense." My hands remain on his ass but I so want to do more, that guy is so tempting...

"Ah.." Oh sh*t, he really moaned there. I'm not even squeezing his ass. That guy is really challenging me. His innocence...

"You're a virgin..." I conclude slightly disappointed but still excited to have a taste of him.

"No..."

"No?" I ask confused though I keep my seductive smile.

"I'm not a virgin." He says sure of himself.

"I could've sworn that you were.." I accidentally squeeze his ass or maybe not accidentally? I smirk.

"Ah...This feels so good..." He moans lightly. Oh? Was he meant to reveal that?

"Say that again." I challenge him with my playful smirk.

"It feels good..." He says in a breathy tone and I feel pleasure course throughout my body, argh, he's so tempting...

"You're such a mess already. You're being like that because I'm sexy right?" I tease seductively.

"Yeah...you're..." He hesitates looking down below and I raise an eyebrow.

"What? My what?" I challenge him.

"You're hard..." Oh gosh being innocent is nice and all but is he dumb? Of course, I'm hard for him!

"Yeah, I am. The sight of you is making me hard." I say a bit blunty than I'd want but I'm just so dumbfounded at how obvious it is.

"Really..?" Why is he making this hard to believe?

"Sure thing it is. You're hard too." I point the obvious down below his middle half and if possible his cheeks turn even more pink.

"Yeah..." Without thinking twice, I turn him around and I press myself onto him, our fabric of our jeans makes contact and it drives me crazy! Argh! I wish there was no more fabric!

"Can you feel it?" I smirk as I press my hard-on against his.

He acts all flustered. The way he's acting is like a virgin. If he's not a virgin, then...he just lacks experience. I'm going to fix that.

"What are you gonna do about it?" To my utter surprise, he tries to unzip my zipper and I stop him.

"Woah there fella. Don't be so fast. We aren't the only ones here."

"Oh...I thought you..." He says a bit disappointed.

"I want to but not here," I say with a smile.

"Oh..."

"Disappointed?"

"Hum," He pouts innocently. Ugh...Why is he so...

Argh, I had enough of this innocent play.

I move us in a more secluded area, as soon as we're safe, I settle my lips on him, eager to explore his mouth, but he responds with a hunger I didn't think he had in him. I smile through the kiss, leaving me even more turned on.

We explore each other's mouths all the while having our jeans making contact and scratching like crazy. Argh, the feeling of this, makes me want to go crazy! I break away from the kiss.

"We're getting out of here."

"Where are we going?" He asks slighted alarmed, but he has this hazy aroused tone...

"You'll see." I grin seductively.

"Ok.." He agrees.

I can't wait to get a taste of him.