The First Rule Of A Fight Club Watch Party

?We are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world,? I said, grinning knowingly.?We are?? The wrinkles of confusion above Danny?s elegant nose, marring his usually confident face, instantly took the wind from my sails.?You know ? Fight Club.??Oh, the movie, right? Never seen it.? He ran his hand over his close-cropped hair, a habit of his that never failed to draw my attention to the perfect dome of his head.?You haven?t seen Fight Club?? Chris asked, arriving at the table with the first round of drinks. Chris, the token employed graduate in our student share house, worked with Danny and had brought him along to a similar Wednesday night drinking session three months previously. I had no idea why the latter enjoyed hanging out with a student eight years younger than him, but the weekly drinks had stuck.?Nope. It?s a boxing movie or something, isn?t it? I?ve seen the Rocky movies.??No, no, no, it?s not a boxing movie,? I said, the movie geek in me overriding my instinct to not be a condescending prick to the lone black man at the table. ?I mean, I suppose there is underground boxing in it, sort of, but that?s not the point. No, it?s... I can?t really explain. How would you describe it, Chris? Without spoiling it, I mean.??Awesome.? He sipped his beer, brushed his blond hair from his face, and then continued, ?Although Jack only watches it to see Brad Pitt?s arse.??That?s not true! It?s also for his bare, sweaty torso... Mmm! But the story is great too. You should definitely watch it.??Well, with a recommendation like that, I probably should,? he said, a hint of his Brummie accent coming through on the last word. ?One day.??Just come round to our house.? Chris shrugged. ?We?ve got it on VHS. Bec and Nathan like watching it too. We can have a house Fight Club watch party.??Yeah, why not.? Danny had those crinkles in his cheeks that gave the impression the bones above were smiling ? usually indicating that he was trying to conceal how amused he was. ?Sounds like a Friday night thing, though, and I?ve already got plans for this Friday.??How about next week, then?? I suggested. I would jump at any excuse to watch Fight Club. Or to spend time with Danny, for that matter, although that inner admission gave me a twinge of guilt. How attractive I found him became harder to conceal each time we met, and I hoped my lust was not just due to assumptions about the contents of black men?s pants. I consoled myself with the excuse that surely any man standing at over six foot tall with a physique as toned as his would provoke similar speculation. In any case, nothing suggested he was anything other than straight, so it didn?t really matter.?Yeah, I can do next Friday. How?s that for you, Chris???No good. I?m going back to Doncaster next weekend to visit my parents, but don?t delay just for me. I?ve seen it plenty. Like every other week, when Jack watches it ? in public anyway, I?m sure he?s got a copy in his room that he watches each night, trousers around his ank???Oh, shut up, I do not! Bec and Nathan should be in, though. It?s their tape, after all, so I?m sure they?ll be happy to hang out.??Next Friday then, sounds güvenilir bahis good.?~oOo~As it happened, Bec and Nathan had made their own plans to go out with their friends that night which took priority over watching something they?d seen twenty times already. When I broke the news to Danny, he insisted on coming round anyway, as he had nothing better to do. I was a little nervous about it since our interactions had always been with other people around, allowing me to disguise my feelings, but I could hardly tell him that, so I agreed.My breath caught when I opened the door to him holding a pizza box. He usually came straight from work to our meetups in the pub, and I loved how he dapper looked in a suit, but something about seeing him in a casual shirt, alone on my doorstep, with the house empty behind me, gave me butterflies. I shook them off and invited him inside.?Would you like a beer?? I offered, still trying to stop myself gaping at him.?Sure, I?ll get them if you like ? kitchen?s just there, yeah??He went to get the drinks from the fridge, and I caught myself staring at his firm butt squeezed into his jeans as he bent over. When he called out to ask where to find a bottle opener, I realised I should be getting the movie ready instead of ogling him and used that task to distract myself.?Where d?you get the pizza?? I asked when he came back, partly in the hope that he wouldn?t notice the bulge in my pants. ?It looks better than what we usually order.??Italian place I know,? he said, taking a slice. ?I don?t touch those deep-fried, flattened meat pies others insult pizza with.?Ignoring my libido became a bit harder once we sat down as the sofa was small, and with his long legs spread out, his knee couldn?t help but touch mine. I tried to ignore it, and we started watching the film. With a half-naked Brad Pitt to concentrate on, it will be easier to control my thoughts about my friend, I reasoned.And it was, until half an hour in, when our dinner had been polished off and our beers lay empty, Danny placed his hand on my thigh. At first, I couldn?t quite believe it, so I didn?t say anything and kept watching the screen, although I had stopped taking anything in. He soon started squeezing and rubbing my leg, moving further and further up until I could no longer pretend to ignore it.?What are you doing?? I asked, turning to him and putting my hand firmly on his.?Why, don?t you like it???It?s not that I don?t like it; I just don?t know why you?re doing it. You?re straight, aren?t you???No.??You?re not???Nope. I?m as gay as Graham Norton. Only like men, not like you with your free-for-all ways.??It?s not a free-for-all, it?s just... gender isn?t a deciding factor, that?s all. Why didn?t you say???I was just curious about whether you?d make the first move once you got over your hilarious fear of saying something offensive to me.??You couldn?t have given me a few more clues???I could have, but it was fun watching you trying to hide your blatant lust when you were around me.?Wait, does Chris know you?re gay???Of course. I don?t hide, although I do dial my campness up and down depending on my mood ? or whether güvenilir bahis siteleri Madonna is playing.??Yeah, not keen on Madonna myself.??No? I?ll get me coat.?He pretended to get up.?You didn?t bring a coat,? I pointed out, the mush in my brain not recognising the Fast Show reference. His grin, framed by immaculate facial hair that appeared painted on, was as irresistible as always. ?Why are you telling me tonight, then???Well,? he began, tightening his grip on my thigh, ?Chris isn?t here. Bec and Nathan aren?t here. It?s just the two of us, and we?ve been watching Brad Pitt teasing us with his torso for over half an hour, so I thought you might be feeling as horny as me. Are you??Danny wiggled one eyebrow suggestively, and I smiled back, finding it hard to believe my luck. I reached across to put my hand on his thigh while with the other I pulled him closer until our lips met. His tongue pushed against mine while the hand on my leg shifted to my head, fingers entwining in my short curls, and his other slipped around my waist.Not wasting any time, he undid my fly and reached into my boxers, pulling my cock out. It looked smaller and paler than usual in his large hand as he began pulling the foreskin back and forth, wanking me. Once I was fully erect, he pulled his mouth away from mine, bent down and wrapped his lips around my dick. I sighed in satisfaction as he sucked me in, the short stubble of his moustache scraping against my skin contrasting with the soft warmth of his mouth. My hips started thrusting upwards to meet him instinctively while I ran my hand over his short hair as I had wanted to do for so long. I removed my t-shirt and then reached further up his thigh, my fingertips brushing against his manhood through the denim. Feeling its size when not even erect sent shivers of excitement through my body and, combined with his blowjob, made the pressure begin to build in my crotch.After gently pushing him away, I stood up, kicking the rest of my clothes off, then straddled his lap. His strong hands squeezed my buttocks, pulling me close, so the tip of my cock brushed his shirt as I kissed him deeply. I fumbled with the buttons, then nibbled at his ear while I pulled it off him, exposing his broad, lightly haired chest. Working my tongue steadily down over his neck, nipples, and taut six-pack, I slid down to the floor, unzipping his fly as I passed his navel. When I reached his waistband, I leaned back and took in the view.?Forget Brad,? I said admiringly, ?you could have just stripped off the moment you walked in the door!?He just laughed and raised his hips from the couch. I pulled his trousers and boxers right off in one movement, taking his shoes and socks with them and discarding them all to the side. My eyes widened. The cock I had just released was huge despite still being floppy, the size accentuated by the surrounding area having been shaved entirely smooth, including the balls. Up until then, whilst I had considered it, I had yet to muster the courage to put a razor that close to my own privates, but the effect up close was every bit as flattering as porn had suggested.?You iddaa siteleri don?t like the look?? Danny asked when I looked up at him with raised eyebrows.By way of answer, I pushed his legs further apart and began licking his hairless sac, lifting his member out of the way and massaging it gently with my hand. It began to stiffen as I took each of his balls in my mouth in turn, sucking gently on them, before drawing a wet trail of saliva up his shaft with my tongue to the soft, darker foreskin that still covered the sensitive head. He continued to harden and expand from my attentions until that slightly paler, pinkish hued dome remained out of its hood, and he had reached his full size. Unable to resist comparing him in my head to my over-ambitious choice of a twelve-inch dildo hidden under my bed upstairs, I guessed that he was only my hand?s width shorter and just as girthy. Such a massive dick, though daunting, was too delicious to resist, so I took as much as I could into my mouth and began sucking eagerly, circling the head with my tongue each time I pulled away, and very soon, salty precum dribbled out onto my taste buds.?Have you ever considered going into porn?? I asked, running both my hands over his slick pole. ?You could easily be the gay Lexington Steele.??Lexington who???Never mind. Wait here, I just need to get something from upstairs.? I stood up. ?I?ll be back in a minute.??Try the left pocket of my jeans, first,? he said. Curious, I went over to where I had thrown them moments earlier, felt inside, and pulled out a tube of KY jelly. I raised my eyebrows.?Do you really think I?m such a slut that I?d do anal on the first date?? I asked and then smiled when he opened his mouth to reply. ?I hope you?re going to fuck me hard like a slut, then!?Passing him the tube, I turned around and moved back so I could support myself on his knees, my buttocks so close to him that his knuckles brushing against them as he lubricated his dick. A cold, sticky finger traced around my arsehole, spreading the gel around, and then he added some more and drove his finger inside me, twisting. A second slimy finger touched the rim below the first, and I pushed back just a little until, with some difficulty, he squeezed that in, too, making me gasp. They must have been almost twice the size of my slender fingers, and he pushed them in as far as he could, slowly fucking me with them, letting me relax around them. Pulling them out, he put his left hand on my hips, and then the hot, gel-covered tip of his cock tickled my entrance.I held my cheeks apart and pushed down, trying to relax my muscles enough to admit the thickness pressing against my backdoor. The tip poked inside, and then more slid in, stretching me until I ached. Just before I thought it would be too painful if I went any further, the ridge of the head slipped inside me. Pausing for breath, I pushed down further, biting my lip, his length sliding inside me, shifting position occasionally when he pressed my tight insides from the wrong, painful angle, but managed to keep going. Somehow, I was able to take all of him inside, pausing with my cheeks touching his thighs and feeling like I should be able to see a bulge at my belly button, and then began to lift and lower myself, riding him. My muscles relaxed a little more with each entry, the pleasure overriding or even enhanced by the pain.