Anthony, Sat Jan 17th 2015

I'm still struggling to escape when the door of the restrooms opens to let in my dancing companion of the night.

"What's going on here?" my knight in shining armor asks.

Thank God I'm saved!

"Someone is putting too much fight when he should just obey, that's what's going on," my captor replies.

"You should do as we say little guy," my supposed savior smirks. "You wouldn't want to get hurt tonight!" He is marching towards me, pulling out a knife from his jacket. I begin to cry, terrified, the gag in my mouth muffling the sounds of my sobs. This is not what was supposed to happen!

"You will follow us without causing a scene, or that knife will end up in your back. Nod if you understand!" he whispers to me.

I give a quick jerk of the head. My hands are shaking. I don't want to die! They drag me out of the restrooms, and I do my best to keep my legs working. They use a door that's just outside and we go down a flight of stairs. It seems we are in a room under the club. Someone is waiting for us there.

"Oh you got a cute one tonight!" he says when he sees us. Tonight? Does that mean they do this regularly?

When we arrive near him, multiple hands begin to attack me. My shoes, socks, trousers and boxer briefs are yanked away while my shirt is torn apart. Then, they bind my hands behind my back with cable ties and throw me on some wooden table, my butt exposed. I'm still sobbing, shaking, cold and so terrified!

The one I was dancing with earlier approaches from my head, while another one keeps me pinned on the table. "I am going to remove the gag in your mouth and replace it with my dick," he tells me with a threatening voice. "If I feel your teeth even just scratching it, I will use this knife to cut your balls and feed them to you. Is that clear?"

I have no choice but to nod. Oh God! Someone! Please do something!

He fumbles with his belt and opens his zipper, pulls out his hard member. He removes the cloth gag from my mouth and shoves his shaft down my throat. I am terrified by what he said, so I keep my jaw wide open. I begin to gag after two thrusts and I have to focus on not vomiting. I don't want to know what they would do to me if that happened. This is so horrible!

"That's a good slut!" he says, groaning.

Then I hear another zipper noise behind me. I feel something poke at my asshole that suddenly slams into me. A horrible pain explodes in my back, like I have just been sliced into two, and hell truly begins.

I wake up violently, panting, shaking, terrified. I lay down and cry, curled up under the comforter. I don't know what's going on. I have had this nightmare three times in the last four nights, I thought I was doing better.

Yet, last night was alright. I had come home exhausted from the aikido training, but in a good way. I cooked a nice dinner, ate in front of the TV with a few glasses of some nice wine. I didn't even drink too much! I had trouble falling asleep, as always when I'm not completely drunk, but the thoughts of the beautiful Mr. Wells, and the help of my right hand, finally relaxed me enough to doze off.

It takes me a very long time to calm down. By then it's only 7am. Great, I must have slept three or four hours max and I am going to be exhausted for my date tonight. Anyway, I won't stay all day in bed, let's at least try to do something useful! I take a long shower, unsuccessfully trying not to think too much about the gorgeous green-eyed man that I will see this evening. My little soldier enjoys those thoughts a lot, and I eventually decide to give in to the fantasy. As my right hand begins to stroke my hard shaft, I try to imagine how big his cock is, how it would be to pleasure him on my knees, how it would feel to be filled with him, how he would erase the painful memories from my mind to replace them with pleasant ones.

In two years and a half, the most I have done with a guy is cuddles and hand jobs, if you except the lousy blowjob I received from the guy who couldn't get it up. So I have great hopes for tonight! It doesn't take long for me to reach my climax, releasing spurts of cum on the walls. When I have caught up my breath, I clean up then stop the shower and dress up with some sweatpants and a random tee-shirt.

I make myself a coffee that I bring downstairs after I have put my coat on. That way, I can enjoy it with my morning cigarette. I have successfully reduced my consumption of these death sticks to three per day: morning, lunch and evening. I would like to completely quit at some point, but I'm really addicted to nicotine. For now, three is a good compromise, I'll try to move to two during the next holydays.

After I have finished this unhealthy breakfast, I go back upstairs and pour myself a second coffee. I put some movie's soundtrack in the background before I begin to read an article that just came out in a scientific journal about some developments on my favorite subject, I have read everything there is to read on Riemann's hypothesis.

This is the thing I am trying to prove. If you have ever been stuck with a specific word you couldn't find, or on a small enigma that bothered you, and if you kept thinking about it during the whole day until you found what you were looking for, you will know how I feel about this mathematical problem. It is an obsession of mine. A part of my brain is always nagging on it. I don't even care if I am the one to solve it or not, I just want to see and understand its proof before I die. Otherwise the obsession will never stop.

The article doesn't give me new ideas to try, and I don't think the author is even going in the right direction, so I discard it when I am interrupted by my food delivery. I have found this website that delivers organic foods directly from local farms. It's pretty neat, and not that expensive! After I have cooked myself some lunch, eating it in front of the latest episode of some TV show I like, I go down to smoke cigarette number two, then back to my research. Sadly, I am exhausted, and even the large quantity of coffee I ingested doesn't make my brain go faster, so I don't do much.

It's almost 6pm when I take a look at my cellphone. Crap! That late already? I have missed a text from a number I don't know.

Unknown – 3:24 "Hi it's Ethan Wells. Can we meet at Le Louvres? I booked a table for two at 7pm."

I don't know that restaurant, but a quick Google search tells me it's not far from my place. It seems like a typical French restaurant, with a nice menu. Apparently the chef studied in France and also owns other restaurants in Chicago.

Me – 6:07 "Sure, I will meet you there. Anthony Dumont."

I tidy a bit the flat, in the tiny hope that I might not come back alone tonight. You never know, and in any case, it will be nice to get back to a clean place. That leaves me a bit more than half an hour to prepare. I'm not sure of how I should dress. From what I read on the internet, the restaurant sounded semi-formal, so I opt for navy blue chinos, a white shirt and a nice cardigan. I grab my coat and hurry downstairs.

Fortunately the restaurant isn't very far, and I arrive right on time. Okay, perhaps five minutes after seven, but that's not really late is it? In any case, the gorgeous man I have got a date with is already waiting for me in front of the restaurant. He is wearing an elegant gray suit that looks pretty expensive, with a nice light blue shirt. I hope I'm not underdressed!

"Good evening, Anthony," he greets me with his deep warm voice. Gosh, I am already weak in the knees and hardening. Since he decided to go with my first name, I do the same.

"Good evening, Ethan," I like the sound of his name. Then comes this awkward moment where I extend my hand for a shake while he decides to go for a small hug.

"Do you prefer Anthony or Anthony by the way?" He says the first one as an American person usually does and the second one with almost the right French pronunciation. That's how Paul or Jonathan call me, but I find the way he says the English version of my name much sexier.

"The American way is good!" I reply. "Do you speak French?" I then add, a bit curious.

"I studied at the Lycée Français, like my brother," he answers. "Long before your time though! And my French must be a bit rusty since I barely practiced it in the last ten years. Your English, by the way, is impeccable."

"Thanks." That makes me blush a bit. I do try to make an effort to speak with the right accent and intonation. Quite the opposite of Paul, who couldn't care less!

"I hope you will find this bistro to your taste, it's always a bit tricky to find a good French place here, but I like this one a lot!" he tells me, as we make our way inside. It's true I almost never go to French restaurants in New York. For one, they are pretty expensive, and then I cook French at home, so I always go out for something else!

The restaurant is really nice and I am relieved to see I did not come underdressed. Like I thought the place is semi-formal and it looks quite cozy! There are not too many tables, mostly couples having romantic dinners, and it's not very loud so we will be able to hear each other speak.

After stating his name to the hostess, we are directed to our table and a small silence follows, while we look at our menus. I quickly decide I will go for the foie gras and the beef bourguignon then discreetly peeks at my date. He is as gorgeous as I remember and I'm soon completely lost in his beautiful face, more particularly his green eyes. A waiter interrupts my staring, asking us what we would like to drink and we both order a glass of champagne.

"So Anthony, how long have you been in New York?" he begins, after a bit of silence.

"Two years and half. I arrived for the 2012-2013 school year."

"Oh! And why did you decide to move here?" Of course he had to ask that question.

"My best friends live here and I missed them a lot," I lie. I mean, technically, I'm saying the truth, but that's not the reason I moved here.

We continue our small talk for a bit. He asks me more questions about my years in Paris or the French high school. He mentions briefly his discussion with his younger brother and asks me to keep an eye on him. Of course, I assure him I will. He seems very impressed by my studies, and even questions why I bother to teach at a high school with my diplomas. God, he sounds like Paul! I explain to him my passion about teaching.

"But how come you have such a passion for math?" he eventually asks after I was explaining my research to him.

"I'm not sure if I can explain why," I begin. "There is... an abstract beauty in math. I mean not really at the level I teach, but when you go at higher levels, some theories are... elegant. And when you solve a problem on which you were stuck for a long time, when finally all the pieces come together, it's wonderful and empowering. It's one of the best sensations in the world. You feel extremely smart so it really boosts your self-esteem. Even physically, you have goosebumps everywhere!"

"Wow, all of this?" he chuckles. I guess I got a little carried away!

"Now you are making fun of me!"

"I wouldn't dare!" he replies, pretending to be offended. "I was just thinking how I would like to make you have goosebumps everywhere, feel empowered and boost your self-esteem, but in a very different way," he replies very seriously.

Well. That definitely makes me blush. I think I have seen lobsters less red than I am right now. I should have responded with a smart comeback, but right now I seem to have lost the ability to speak. God, I'm far from being an innocent virgin though! It doesn't help that he is looking at me with a very self-satisfied smile. Of course that definitely woke up my mini-me, and I'm inwardly cursing myself for having chosen such tight pants.

I'm saved by the waiter bringing us our mains. After a few bites of the delicious meal, when I have recovered the use of my tongue, I change the subject by asking him what he does for a living. We pretty much only talked about me until now and I want to know more about him.

"What! You are the CEO of farmersmarket.com?" I reply a bit too loudly. "I love this website! I have been buying my veggies, fruits and meat there for the last year. It's just great!"

"Well thank you! It's always nice to hear from a happy customer!" he replies, amused.

We keep on talking about his business for a bit, he seems to be really passionate about it. And it's really interesting to see how much he cares not just about his profits, but makes sure the farmers or his employees are rightly paid for their work or have nice benefits. The rest of the dinner flies by until the waiter brings us the menus again.

"Are you in the mood for some dessert?" I ask him. Crap! That sounded so perverted!

"Oh I definitely am!" he chuckles. "But they don't have the kind of dessert I am looking for in their menu." He adds, pointedly looking at me.

Oh God! And to say I had just managed to make my hard-on disappear. Of course my member immediately comes back to life at his words. Again, I am blushing like a ripe tomato, my cheeks are just burning. I swear I'm usually not like this, but this beautiful man is so impressive! This time I have to reply something. I can't believe that such a sex god would be interested in me. I should be the one jumping on him, not the opposite.

"Would you like to go to my place then? I may have the kind of dessert you are looking for there," I finally try. I was aiming for a seductive tone, but I don't think I managed better than a shy virgin. They had some tasty things in the menu, but sex trumps sugar tooth.

"That's an excellent idea. I am pretty sure I will find the dessert I want at your place" he replies smugly.

I try to pay for half of the check, but of course, he doesn't let me. It feels weird to walk back in silence to my place with him at my side, but I don't really trust myself to speak, and he seems content with just walking. I feel the need for my third cigarette, but I'm afraid he wouldn't want to kiss an ashtray, so I refrain from smoking it. When we reach my building, he softly touches my face with one of his hands and just stares at me. I let myself drown in his green eyes. As usual, they project warmth, but this time there is also amusement and lust in them.

"Sorry, there is no elevator," I apologize, looking away. Crap I didn't think before I invited him in here but he might found my place a bit crappy compared to his own!

"I don't mind," he replies. "That will give us some exercise! Which floor are you on?" he asks after the first flight of stairs.

"Sixth!"

"Oh! I see where that cute little ass comes from then," he smirks. Thinking that he is just behind me in the stairs and called my bottom cute makes me blush an umpteenth time. And to think I made fun of Kyle two days ago!

When we finally reach my floor, I guide him to my flat and open the door for him. After I have closed the door, he cups my face with his hands, and slowly peck me on the lips. Once. Twice. The third time, I open a bit my mouth. He enters it and takes possession of a fierce and passionate kiss. I haven't felt like this in a very long time. Scratch that. I have never felt like this ever.

As his velvet tongue explores my mouth, I can't trust my legs to support my body anymore and I find myself taking support on the wall behind me. My brain doesn't understand what is happening, while my little soldier is very happily twitching in my definitely too tight pants.

"I have wanted to do that all evening long," he whispers after breaking the kiss. "Now, I would like that dessert!" After catching my breath, I remove my coat, kick my shoes off and lead him to my bedroom. As soon as we enter, he softly pushes me on the bed, and climbs over me. He takes control of my mouth again while his hands begin to unbutton my cardigan and my shirt expertly. Without breaking the kiss, he lets his hands trail on my torso and I can't help the moan that escapes my lips.

When I try to open the first button of his shirt, he breaks the kiss and makes me remove my shirt and cardigan, leaving me bare-chested. He looks at my pectorals hungrily, then pins my hands behind my head.

"Keep those hands there while I enjoy my dessert," he purrs in my right ear. Oh God! That sounded so sexy!

He kisses me one more time, then slowly pecks my cheeks, my neck and goes down until he reaches my left nipple. When he takes it in his mouth and begins to bite it softly, I squeal. This sweet torture doesn't stop of course, he plays with my other nipple, then licks beneath each of my armpit for the longest time before kissing me again and he begins to unbuckle my pants. As I try to move my hands to caress his body, he pins them down back where they were.

"Be a good boy and leave them here!" he says, a bit annoyed. I am a bit disappointed not to touch that sexy body of his, but I can't hold that thought for very long, when he begins to peck his way down my chest, bury his tongue in my belly button, all the while opening my pants and caressing my hard shaft through the fabric of my boxer briefs. He soon replaces his hands by his mouth, then pecks my right leg while he removes my pants and my socks. He goes back up shower-kissing my left leg and stops once again at my throbbing member. He plays a bit at kissing it while gently massaging my thighs, leaving me moaning like a porn star. Eventually, he pulls my briefs down, freeing my very hard cock which jumps on my stomach.

"So beautiful!" he whispers, before licking the precum out of the head of my shaft. Then he takes me completely in his mouth in one go, and I yelp. Holy shit! Nobody has ever given me head like this! He bobs his head up and down slowly, from the very tip of my member to its base. It feels so good, I don't think I will be able to hold on for very long. I didn't think it was possible to feel so much pleasure! After only a couple of minutes, I feel my climax growing.

"Ethan... I'm close..." I manage to say between my moans. He speeds up a bit his bobs, and I'm soon blinded by the force of my orgasm, as I come into his mouth, crying loudly. I have never felt such powerful bliss before. All the tiredness I have accumulated these past few days catch up on me at that moment and I drift to sleep.

* * *

When I open my eyes, I feel strangely rested. As I look at my alarm clock, I see it is 11am. Holy shit! I have never had a late morning since... that night. I'm naked in my bed, and the events of the previous night quickly come back to my mind. Oh God! I fell asleep just after that sexy beast gave me a blowjob. That's so embarrassing! And I didn't even reciprocate! Of course he isn't here anymore, it's pretty obvious I have lost my one and only chance with him. Ugh! How could I do that!!!

With these depressing thoughts in my mind, I pull up some boxer briefs, and go to the kitchen to pour myself some coffee. When I look at the table in the living room, I see a note on it.

Dear Anthony,

It seems you really needed your sleep, so I did not dare waking you up. I had a wonderful dinner with you last night, and a delicious dessert. I hope you enjoyed yourself as well. If that is the case, I would love to see you again. You have my number.

Kisses, Ethan

God, I have to text him! Right now! As I go back in my room to get my phone, I hear it ring. It's Paul.

"Hi Anthony! I'm surprised I haven't heard anything about your date, yet!" he begins when I pick up.

"Hi! Perhaps that's because I just woke up."

"You?" He knows how fucked up my sleep is. "Don't tell me! Someone got lucky yesterday night! Oh! Are you still with him?"

"Yes. And no, don't worry. But can I call you back a bit later? I've got something to do right now!" I really need to text Ethan so I don't want this conversation to last for very long.

"Okay lover boy! I will wait a bit but you better be ready to spill all the juicy details!"

"Promise! Talk to you later!" and I hang up.

I rewrite my text four or five times but eventually send it.

Me – 11:26 "Hi Ethan! I had a wonderful time last night, at dinner and after. I'm really sorry I fell asleep like that. I will definitely make up for it next time!"

Fortunately I don't have long to wait for an answer.

Ethan's number – 11:29 "Hi Anthony! I was beginning to worry since I didn't have any news! Would you be available on Tuesday night? I know a great Italian place."

Thank god, he doesn't sound too mad at me! And he wants to see me again! I can't believe how lucky I am!

Me – 11:33 "That would be great! I love Italian food!"

The rest of the day flies by. Paul laughs like a maniac when I tell him about last night. I think he will tease me with this for the rest of my life. I go to the laundromat in the afternoon with my little notebook, to work on my research. My brain is finally working again at its normal speed so I make a lot of progress, I think.

I am still on cloud nine in the evening, while I enjoy my dinner with a beer. For the first time since that night, I feel genuinely happy.

Published on May 5th 2017

So you got the date and a tiny bit of smut since it went pretty well :D. For those of you who are getting a bit impatient, I promise there will be plenty more in a few chapters!

In the next chapter we will see what Ethan thought of this date and see their next dinner from his POV!