One magical night at the Ritz Bar in Hell’s Kitchen, my best friend and I were in attendance for Bianca Del Rio’s weekly Monday night drag show. From across the bar a gorgeous twink kept stealing glances over at our direction and my friend, with his penchant for twinks, immediately locked on to his target. “Look at that boy who looks like all of One Direction put into one!” Liquid courage drove me to walk across the room and introduce myself to him before my friend could finish his drink. He really was beautiful and looked like the product of the members of a boy band combining their powers. He placed a hand on the small of my back as he brought his face closer to mine, giving me his name with a devilish grin. I lost my breath as the room went silent, also causing me not to hear his name- but let’s call him Harry Styles.
It was a bit surprising that he went for me instead of my best friend, mostly because I’m usually oblivious to the advances of twinks and don’t usually have them on my radar. As he got my next cocktail, I looked behind me to see my friend gawking incredulously at my ability to steal his boy or the night. Our friends shook their heads in amusement. One even pulled me aside after I finally took a break from locking tongues with “Harry” exclaiming, “You do realize that he’s a big bottom, right?” I waved them off and walked back to Harry, running my fingers through his perfectly windswept hair. “Let’s get out of here,” he said between locked lips.
Harry Styles’ doppelganger took my hand and led me out of the bar toward his hotel. It was during that drunken stroll that I learned he was actually from the UK and was in town working as a freelance photographer. I was mesmerized by his beautiful face, chiseled body I could feel through his clothes, and even harder cock I could see poking through his jeans. Stripping him of his shirt revealed a smooth, solid chest that made my hole twitch with anticipation. He expertly tore off my clothes and began prepping my hole with his tongue, spreading my cheeks wider as he drover deeper until I was leaking with precum and begging for him to ravage me.
He reached into his bag for a condom, lathered himself with lube, and slowly pushed inside me to make sure I could feel every inch. His rhythm increased with each stroke, inciting whimpers of pain and pleasure from me, until he flipped me over so that I was on top of and riding him so I could better relax on his thick dick. After taking my time with him, he pulled me in to a passionate kiss and wrestled me onto my back, holding my legs in the air as he shoved his talent deep inside me, causing me to yelp in ecstasy.
Breathing heavier still, his body began to jolt and I could feel his cock swell up inside me as he came. He slowly pulled out and tossed the condom off to the side, laughing as he said, “Fuck, that was hot! Now it’s my turn!” I blinked in confusion and he reached for another condom and began placing it over my still raging erection. “Woah, wait a minute,” I gasped, trying to slow him down. “I’m probably one of the biggest power bottoms you’ve met. So if you want to flip, I have friends who can come over to help with that.” I explained as I reached over the nightstand for my phone, texting a number of my favorite tops to come over.