Oliver did what he could not to gag, as the stranger in front of him, sloppily pushed his dick deeper into Oliver's mouth. He was sitting on his knees, looking up at the guy, with his hands folded on his thighs. It wasn’t like Oliver couldn’t handle having a dick deep into his throat, but the guy was drunk and his movement were rather rough.

Two years ago, Oliver realized he was gay, when he stumbled upon gay porn, then he couldn't stop imagining himself with guys, and ever since then, he had been with several “one-night stands”. Some of them were guys from school or random dudes from parties, since he wasn’t interested in dating and only cared about having some fun every now and again, so he did not care to remember their names, because he knew, he wasn’t going to contact them again.

The sound of the door opening to the toilets, and the music blasting loudly until it got quiet again, as the door closed, and the sound of someone entering the toilets. 

Doing it in a stall wasn't the most sanitary place, Oliver could find, not that Oliver cared. He looked up at the guy in front of him, admiring him. He was quite good looking, with his honey brown eyes, blond hair, nicely cut, refined jawline and muscular body. He was wearing a tank top, clearly showing off his tattoos on his shoulders, which looked like flames? Or was it a part of a dragons body? Oliver couldn't really make out. 

Oliver pulled away, making a popping sound as the dick went all out. He stood up and unbuttoned his pants, zipping it down.

“Woah, dude, I’m not sure…” the stranger said, hesitating but Oliver didn’t let him finish before he kissed him. Their kiss was wet, sloppy and rough. He pushed his tongue into the guy's mouth, who, for a second ago seemed unsure, didn’t seem to mind it anymore. He tasted like cigarettes, which made Oliver crave one, and whiskey.

As he pulled away, breaking their kiss before he wet his two of his fingers, keeping eye contact with blondie, as he was making sure his fingers were well lubricated, clearly seducing him. He then moved his fingers behind himself, where he pushed them inside his own hole, making sure he was ready, moaning softly while he still jerking the guy off. He then pushed the guy to sit on the closed toilet lid, while he removed his fingers and then turned around. The guy placed his hands on Oliver’s hips, as Oliver took blondie's dick and then slowly lowered himself over it, letting out a quiet moan. It was only when all of him was inside of Oliver, he started to move his hips, bouncing up and down. 

Oliver knew they should use a condom, but neither of them carried one, and honestly he didn’t care, he just made a mental note to check for STD's later on, just to make sure blondie didn’t pass anything to him. The guy held tightly on Olivers hips, moaning, while Oliver had his hands on the door in front of them, keeping himself balanced. The sounds of his ass, slapping against the guy, echoed in the stall, as Oliver bounced. He grabbed a hold of himself and started to jerk off, moaning in pleasure. 

Oliver had tried many different sizes, all from small to huge dicks, but only a few of them had the ability to make him feel good, and sadly blondies wasn’t one of them, so he had to pleasure himself to enjoy it fully. 

It didn’t take long before the guy couldn’t handle anymore, and started to ram himself deep into Olivers ass, making him moan loudly slightly surprised, and the guy jerked as he came inside of him, pushing Oliver over the edge and making him cum in his hand. 

When the guy was finished, Oliver slowly pulled away, feeling some cum run down his inner thigh. The guy was panting and smiling blissfully, but Oliver didn’t care. He had gotten what he wanted, which meant the guy wasn’t useful to him anymore. Now all he wanted was to clean himself and get another drink, so he ordered the guy to leave, who, confused, started to pull up his pants and wanted to talk with Oliver some more, clearly interested in him, but Oliver didn’t want to, and told the guy thanks for the sex, but he wasn’t interested in anything more. 

When the guy left, he was slightly annoyed by it all, but didn’t argue back. Oliver did what he could to scoop out the cum into the toilet, before drying himself off with some toilet paper, and then watching it as it got flushed away, before he left the stall to wash his hands.

Oliver opened the door and walked out, while holding the edge of his t-shirt between his teeth as he wanted to see his pants,  as he buttoned it. Suddenly a pair of grey shoes appeared in front of him, and he looked up, letting go of his t-shirt as he did. Casper looked at him with raised eyebrow and big eyes, clearly surprised to see Oliver just as he was surprised to see Casper.

“Fuck," he cursed and furrowed his brow, "nowhere is safe without bumping into you” Oliver let out a frustrated sigh and went past Casper to wash his hands. He glanced at Casper in the mirror, who was staring right back. 

“Can’t you just let me have one place, where I don’t have to see your ugly face?” Oliver asked frustrated, as he looked down at his hands, making sure to wash them properly, before grabbing some tissues and drying them off. He turned to look at Casper, leaning his hip up against the sink while crossing his arms. 

Casper was looking at him confused and slightly parted lips, like he wanted to ask Oliver something, and Oliver had a feeling he knew what. There was no one else when he entered the empty stall with blondie, so Casper must have been the one who entering the stalls, and it wasn’t like they were quiet when they had sex, which meant he must have heard it all. He then must have seen the guy leave the same stall as Oliver just left, he probably put two and two together.

“What? Never seen a gay guy before?” Oliver raised an eyebrow at Casper, who flinched as he heard the word gay. It instantly made Oliver’s blood boil. “What? You got a problem?” Oliver challenged, as he moved away from the sink, ready to punch him.

“N...No” Casper replied, holding up his hands in defense and he could tell Casper wasn’t lying. Oliver nodded then flipped him off as he walked towards the exit.

“Good, if you tell anyone, I will beat your ass,” he said before walking by Casper, bumping his shoulder against Casper on purpose, before he left the toilets to mingle with the crowd on the dance floor.

“Where did you go?” Zack asked, sitting by a tall table with two bar stools. Oliver sat down on the free barstool, his ass complaining slightly, yet he didn’t care.

“I had to take care of something,” Oliver replied, before digging through his pockets until he found a tiny zip lock bag with a few pills in it. It wasn’t anything bad, just very strong painkillers, you wouldn’t be able to get unless it was prescribed to you, which they were, just not to Oliver. He popped two in his mouth and took Zack’s glass of whatever drink he had ordered, since Oliver was last with him, and downed the pills along with a good amount of alcohol.

“Dude, didn’t you just take two of those an hour ago?” Zack asked as he pulled his drink back.

“Yeah but they ain’t working,” Oliver complained and leaned back on the chair, his arm draped over the back of his chair. Zack eyed him for a second then shrugged. Even though Zack and Oliver had known each other since they were kids, Oliver had always been the most reckless one, but Zack never tried to stop Oliver, knowing it wouldn’t make a difference. Zack was the only one of them, that actually thought about consequences, so he never did anything other than drinking and smoking weed, while Oliver just did what he wanted to, not thinking of the consequences until later.

Oliver got himself a drink and by the time he had finished the drink, the whole club was spinning, feeling the pills' effects making his body feel strange and floaty, and Oliver honestly loved the feeling. If he could, he would feel like this always. 

The reason why they were able to get in, was because they both knew the bouncer and the bartender, and it was rare someone actually came to check, if young people had been allowed in. The only reason they knew them was because Oliver had fucked the bartender a couple of time, the only guy he wouldn’t mind fuck more than once, if it meant they could get free drinks from time to time, not that Zack knew Oliver was gay at all that or that the drinks were free, and the bouncer was Zack’s cousin.

The music was pounding and Oliver had an urge to dance, not that he ever did it, but he couldn’t help but bob to the beat with his head. Zack were on his phone, the light illuminating his face while he was texting.

“Hey Clarissa wants me over, so I’ll be leaving,” Zack said, as he got down from the chair. Oliver sighed loudly and leaned over the table, his arms stretched out. They had only been there for three hours, whereas normally they would be at the club close to closing time.

“Dude, ever since you met her... we never hang out like before” Oliver complained, but he wasn't going to stop him, his words was slurred as he spoke. Zack looked at him with a shrug and smirked.

“What can I say, the sex is good, unlike with you” he grinned. Oliver smirked and licked his lips teasingly.

“Well you haven’t tried” he replied and made a gesture of a blowjob, while wiggling his eyebrows, which made Zack stop in his movement, and look at Oliver in disbelief before bursting out laughing.

“Whatever dude! Like I would bone you!” he punched Oliver on his shoulder, not hard enough for it to hurt, but enough that Oliver almost lost his balance and fell off the chair, stumbling a bit. 

“Woah dude! Maybe I should take you home first?” Zack looked slightly worried at Oliver but snorted, as if he was trying to hold back a laugh. Oliver waved him off, laughing as he stood a little steadily on his feet, even though the room was spinning.

“Fuck off dude, I can handle myself” he said with a grin. Zack hesitated for a moment before nodding, and they fist bumped, even though it was very weak and Oliver almost missed.

Oliver watched Zack walk off and sat up on the chair again, sighing. He looked at his drink, unsure when he even got a new one, but didn’t complain as he emptied it within seconds. It was quite tasty and he enjoyed it, but it didn’t take long, for whatever he drank, to have an effect and he felt slightly tired, wondering if he should have taken up on Zacks offer.

The music and the flashing lights made Oliver feel off, like it was becoming too much, making him disoriented and all he wanted to was go home and sleep, when someone moved to his right.

“Dude, you ok?” a stranger asked as he approached Oliver. He had dark brown hair, tied up in a knot. He wasn’t bad looking, just not Oliver’s type. He wasn’t picky if he could get some action, but right now he didn’t feel like it.

“I’m fine” Oliver mumbled and waved the guy off, but two more appeared, one of them was blondie from before.

“Dude, he is wasted,” the second guy said, this one a black haired one, emphasizing on the word wasted like it was a code for something. Blondie smirked as he came to view, all three of them standing over Oliver, like a hawks looking for prey, and had Oliver been more sober, he would have known something was wrong, but being as tired and out of it that he was, he didn’t register anything bad.

“Well guys, why don’t we take him home then?” Blondie asked with a raised eyebrow, his smirk looking sinister. The other guys agreed, smirking too as they helped Oliver down the chair. Oliver was too far gone to even register what was happening, until they were out the door and the fresh air hit him. That was when the alarm bells in his head tried to warn him, but even though he wanted to struggle and call out for help, he was tired and didn’t have much energy to fight off the guys, and he wondered where the bouncer was since he knew him. 

As they carried him away from the club and to a dark van that was parked in an alley way, he heard someone call out his name. Then suddenly he was on the ground, looking at four silhouettes moving around fast, everything a blur before he closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, someone was kneeling beside him, shaking him.

“Oliver? Oliver?!” a familiar voice yelled, but Oliver couldn’t figure out who it was, he was too tired to care. All he cared about was to go back to sleep. He could feel the stranger pick him up and then everything went to black.