Pretty Young Thing

The young woman bought us our vodkas, seemingly too shy to ask us for any ID. What a crappy bartender. I smiled at her nevertheless and she scurried away. I didn't miss the blush that flooded her tanned cheeks.
Turning back to look at Kyle I saw that he had already downed his drink; leaving a small circle of condensation on the shiny bar table surface. I watched as he winced and wiggled his tongue around trying to get rid of the sour taste. He paused for a moment before speaking. "So man, how've you been?" He rested his large hand on my thigh and began to trace small spirals on the worn out jean fabric. I raised my eyebrow as his eyes glassed over. He is really wasted. "I've been cool, got a new job." I mumbled, before downing my own drink too.
~ one hour later ~
The back of my throat is really dry. But at the same time my tongue feels too wet and large for my mouth. I bit down on it trying to relieve some of the discomfort. Kyle had bought me back to his car around 10 minutes ago, but we were still sitting in the dingy car park of the bar waiting to leave. He had decided it would be a good idea to stop and have a private chat.
"Frank you know you're very attractive right?" He moved closer to me and began to trace his finger down the length of my neck. He put slightly too much pressure under his finger and I lent my head back to expose my neck more. "What's so attractive about me?" I whispered as he lent over and pressed his vodka ridden lips to my newly unveiled neckline. "Everything." He mumbled against my skin. His warm hands pressed against my chest as he mumbled some more incoherent drunk slurs against my neck, before his tongue darted out of his mouth and traced patterns along my jaw. He grumbled again. "The best part is that you've got this massive lump in your jeans, like a fucking snake dude." He danced his hand down my abdomen that was plump with drink and cupped me through my jeans. I could feel myself slowly start to become hard as he firmly pressed his fingers into me. "I just want it to be inside me right now." He moaned before guiding his damp lips up to mine. His kisses were sloppy and drunk - like making out with a washing machine. I didn't complain as a small whimper of pleasure escaped my lips.
In one swift movement Kyle swung over the gear box of the car and straddled me against the leather seat. "Moan like that again Frankie, making me so hard." He gritty voice groaned as I felt his boner press into my lower stomach. I let out another whimper as he ground his hips against mine, causing my crotch to twitch and strain against my jeans. "Fuck, Kyle." I moaned as he delved his hands into my jeans. "Yeah just like that. Please Frankie." He growled as his hand rummaged around inside my jeans, making my toes curl. "So fucking hot." He murmured as he wrapped his hand around my cock and began to pump it up and down. "Oh god, yes." I bucked my hips up into his hand and threw my head back as I let out a throaty groan. "Just like that Kyle, fuck." I writhed around under him as he breathed heavily on top of me. He pressed his face into my neck and I felt his hot fast breaths span over my shoulders.
Gradually, his hand slowed on me and he slumped down against me. "Kyle?" I murmured, confused at the lack of friction against me. "Kyle." I said his name again louder and pushed against his chest, he was far too heavy against my small frame. He let out a light hum and I sighed. He had passed out.

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