真夜中の試着室

I walked into the bar around two in the morning, when almost everyone had already cleared out. Behind the counter stood him—Mark. Tall, mid-thirties, with short dark stubble and eyes that locked onto you instantly. I ordered a whiskey. He slid the glass over, and our fingers brushed for a second. That little jolt shot straight through me. I felt my cock start to swell against my jeans.

"飲みにはちょっと遅い時間だね"とマークは静かに言い、目をそらさなかった。

"Can't sleep," I answered. My name's Alex. "You working solo tonight?"

He smirked, wiping down the counter. There were only three other people left in the bar, but soon even they filtered out. Mark locked the front door and nodded at me.

「こっちだ。奥に場所があるんだ。」

私たちは倉庫を通り、それからフィッティングルームへ続く狭い廊下を進んだ。週末には、そのバーで小さなコスチュームパーティーが開かれていたので、ステージの裏には厚いカーテンと壁一面の全身鏡を備えた本格的な楽屋があった。Markは薄暗いランプをつけた。影が彼の頬骨をくっきりと際立たせ、より鋭く見せた。

彼は一歩近づいた。彼の肌の匂いが鼻をくすぐる——煙草と高価なコロン、そしてかすかな男の麝香が混ざり合った香り。俺のモノはすでに岩のように硬くなっていた。

「一晩中、俺のこと見てただろ」マークは胸を私の背中に押し当てながらささやきました。「気づかないとでも思ったか？」

"You noticed," I breathed out. His palm landed on my stomach, then slid lower. His fingers wrapped around my stiff shaft through the fabric of my pants. I groaned.

"Fuck... you're so hot," he growled into my ear.

I spun around. Our mouths crashed together, hungry, tongues tangling. Mark shoved me back against the wall of the fitting room. His hands slipped under my shirt, pinching my nipples, while I fumbled with his belt. His cock sprang out—thick, heavy, with a bulging vein. I wrapped my hand around it and started stroking slowly.

"Suck it," Mark rasped, though it sounded more like a plea than a command.

I dropped to my knees right on the carpet. The smell of his balls hit me—warm, salty, intoxicating. I ran my tongue along the entire length, licked the head, collected the bead of precum. Mark let out a low growl and buried his fingers in my hair.

"Yeah... just like that... deeper, Alex..."

I took him all the way into my mouth, as far as I could. Saliva dripped down my chin. I sucked greedily, fast, feeling his thighs tremble. Mark fucked my mouth, not too deep, but rhythmic. The mirror across from us reflected everything: me on my knees with swollen lips, his slick cock disappearing between them.

突然彼は身を引き、私の肩をつかんで引き上げた。

「あなたが欲しいの。今すぐに。」

私たちは残りの服を脱ぎ捨てた。マークは私を鏡の方を向かせ、壁に手をつかせた。鏡には私たちの姿が映っていた。興奮した男の体が二つ、汗ばみ、張り詰めていた。彼は手のひらに唾を吐き、自分のペニスと私のアナルを濡らした。指が一本すんなりと入り、次に二本目。私は背中を反らせて喘いだ。

「もっと……さあ……」

「我慢して」と彼はささやき、私の首にキスをした。彼の指は私の中でねじれ、前立腺をマッサージして、私が滴るほどにした。私のペニスは脚の間に垂れ下がり、先走りを漏らしていた。

Finally, Mark pressed the head against my entrance and pushed in slowly. I bit my lip. The pain quickly melted into searing pleasure. He filled me completely, all the way to the base. His balls pressed against mine.

"Oh fuck... you're so tight," Mark exhaled, and started to move.

最初はゆっくり、ほとんど優しく。それから速く。彼の腰が私の尻に打ち付ける音が狭い試着室に響いた。私は鏡の中で彼の力強いペニスが私の中に消えていくのを見つめ、自分の唇が喘ぎに開くのを見つめていた。

「もっと激しく犯して…マーク…私の尻を突いて…」

He snarled, grabbed my hips, and slammed into me for real. Every thrust reached the deepest part of me. My cock rubbed against the cold mirror, leaving wet streaks. I was already on the edge.

マークは身をかがめ、私の肩に噛みついた。

"Come first. I want to feel you squeeze around me."

I couldn't hold back. Hot cum burst onto the mirror in thick spurts. I was crying out, shaking, while Mark kept drilling into me, stretching out my orgasm. Then he pulled out abruptly, spun me around, and forced me back to my knees.

「口を開けて。」

I obeyed. He jerked his cock, slick with my ass, right in front of my face. Within seconds, thick ropes of cum hit my tongue, my cheeks, my lips. I swallowed as much as I could, tasting the salt.

We were both panting. Mark ran his thumb across my bottom lip, wiping away the last traces of his cum, then pushed the finger into my mouth. I licked it clean.

"You staying till morning?" he asked, voice rough.

「もう一度してくれるって約束するならね」と私はにやりと笑った。

He pulled me into his arms, and we kissed again. Slower this time. The fitting room smelled of sex, sweat, and raw male hunger. Beyond the curtain, the city hummed quietly through the night, but we didn't give a damn.