Pretty Young Thing

I sighed before beginning to try and escape from underneath him. He was breathing heavily and I could his crotch softening against my own. However, I still painfully hard. I let out a grunt as I shoved Kyle off of me. He slumped over unnaturally and I furrowed my brow; I couldn't just leave him like that. I manoeuvred him into a more comfortable position and stepped back to admire him.
Kyle was very attractive. His chiseled jaw clenched and unclenched as he murmured in his drunken sleep. His long dark eyelashes brushed against his cheeks and he settled down into the position I had placed him in. Another pulse of my cock sent my brain reeling, I was still hard as a rock and I wasn't coming down any time soon. Also, the lack of distraction was causing the slight tug of craving behind my eyes to become more apparent. I need a cigarette. Now.
I could just jack off in the back of the car, but what if some unsuspecting person pulled up next to me and got a full view of me? I could just go into the bathroom, but as the bar is so busy I'm guessing the toilets are packed too.
I just need a cigarette and it will go away.
I scanned my surroundings, like I did had done few hours before, searching for any joy. My heart seized as I saw a fat drunkard slumped over against the corner of the bar building; he was passed out.
I began to make my way over towards him, still exploring with my eyes to see if there was anyone more... clean that I could steal from. I arrived at his hunched over body and almost squealed in delight as I spotted a pack pressing up against the torn fabric of his grimy jeans. I delicately dangled my fingers closer to his pocket, hoping to snatch it with stirring him. I yanked at the plastic wrapper, pulling the small cardboard box with it. A pack of twenty. Score! I placed the packet in my pocket and searched around for a lighter that may be lying around next to him. It seemed my luck had run out.
I peeled open the clear wrapper of the packet and stuck a cigarette in my mouth. The tobacco smelled so good - warm and comforting. An impatient tug at the back of my throat sent me searching for a lighter.
Stalking inside the building again, I walked up to the bar. "I need a light." I didn't bother to look up at the person behind the counter as I traced spirals with my tongue on the end of my cigarette. "A please would be nice." A light voice grumbled in response. "Please." I looked up at her and rolled the filter over my lip piercing. I sent a wink her way to hurry her up. Her hair was blonde and her skin was fair. She was quite pretty, but I wan't attracted to her. I heard her breath hitch and she trust a lighter into my hand. It was hot pink. I eyed it before raising an eyebrow at her. "What? It's my favourite colour." She explained and I smirked. "Thanks babe." I mumbled, slightly slurred due to the alcohol still in my system and the cigarette blocking my lips from moving too much.
I rushed outside. My boner had subsided but I was still feeling rather on edge - and very unsatisfied. I pressed my back up against the wall in the alleyway and lit up. I breathed in and eased up. I sighed out the smoke in relief. The ebbing behind my eyes would go in a few minutes as the nicotine kicked in properly.
I kicked my foot up against the brick wall and let it rest there. "Got a light?" A croak erupted from next to me and I jumped. My foot fell from the wall and I spun around to face the voice.
My heart leaped, as a very attractive male loomed over me. His hair was black and tousled, running down and dancing along the nape of his neck. His hazel eyes examined me. Seeming to approve of my appearence; they sparkled. His chiseled jawline shifted as his pink lips stretched into a smirk. "Well?" He prompted me. Holy shit his voice. It wasn't gruff or masculine, rather feminine really. He was just so... pretty. I shook my head slightly, realising I hadn't replied to his question. "U-uh yeah." My speech was broken by my nerves as I continued to take in his attractive features.
He took this as an invite to thrust his bony hand into my pocket. His fingers brushed against my upper thigh and I stopped myself from blushing, trying to play it cool. Pulling out the hot pink lighter, he raised a shaped eyebrow. "It's from the bartender inside." I mumbled. My aurora of confidence shrivelled pathetically as he chuckled. "Hmph." He nodded and lit up.

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