I was 22 when I went to that concert alone. It was a whim, a last-minute decision, and I was glad I did it. The energy was electric as I pushed my way through the throng of bodies, all of us swaying and singing along to the opening act. That's when I saw him, a stranger with a gorgeous smile and eyes that sparkled with mischief. He looked to be about my age, maybe a year or two younger, with messy dark hair and a lean, muscular build. Our eyes met across the crowd, and my heart skipped a beat. I felt a rush of excitement and something more, a connection, an electric pull towards this mysterious guy.
I pushed my way through the crowd, determined to talk to him. When I finally reached him, he gave me a smile that made my knees weak.
"Hey, you," he said, his voice low and sexy. "You wanna go somewhere private?"
I was so turned on by this guy, I couldn't say no. We made our way to the back of the venue, where there was a small storage room. He pulled me inside, and the door closed behind us with a click.
In an instant, his lips were on mine, kissing me hungrily. My hands roamed over his body, feeling the muscles of his arms and back. His skin was warm and smooth under my fingertips. I could feel the heat radiating from him, and my body responded in kind, a fire igniting inside me.
As our kisses grew more passionate, he reached down and cupped my ass, pulling me closer. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, and my cock swelled in anticipation.
I pulled back for a moment, breathless. "What's your name?"
He smiled, his eyes full of desire. "I'm Ryan. You?"
"Oli."
He leaned in and whispered in my ear, his breath hot on my neck. "Oli, I want you. Right now."
His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt my cock stiffen. I nodded, unable to speak.
Ryan grabbed my hand and led me over to a nearby couch. He pushed me down onto it, then straddled my lap, his hands caressing my face.
"Oli," he murmured, his eyes burning into mine. "You're so fucking sexy."
He leaned in and kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth. I groaned, lost in the sensation of his lips on mine.
Ryan pulled back and stood up, grinning. "Take off your pants, Oli," he commanded.
I did as he asked, my cock springing free from my boxers. He licked his lips hungrily, his eyes never leaving mine.
"I want you to fuck me, Oli," he said, his voice heavy with desire. "Right here, right now."
I could hardly believe my ears. I nodded eagerly, my body aching for him.
Ryan bent over, his ass inches from my face. He was wearing a jockstrap, his perfect ass cheeks peeking out from beneath the straps. I felt myself grow even harder, my cock throbbing with need.
"Fuck me, Oli," Ryan urged, his voice raw and husky. "Fuck me hard."
I couldn't resist anymore. I grabbed Ryan's hips and plunged my cock into his tight hole, burying myself to the hilt.
Ryan gasped, his body tensing around my shaft. "Oh fuck," he moaned, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.
I began to thrust in and out of him, my hips slamming against his ass. The room was filled with the sounds of our grunts and groans, the smell of sex permeating the air.
Ryan reached down and started stroking his cock, his ass clenching around my shaft. "Oli," he cried, his voice strained. "I'm gonna cum!"
With that, he erupted, his cum splattering the floor. The sight was enough to send me over the edge, and I came with a roar, filling his tight hole with my seed.
We collapsed onto the couch, sweaty and spent. Ryan grinned at me, his eyes glinting with satisfaction.
"That was amazing, Oli," he said, kissing me deeply. "Thanks for an unforgettable experience."
I smiled back at him, still dazed from the intensity of the orgasm.
"The pleasure was all mine," I replied, my heart still racing.
After we cleaned up and dressed, we shared a few more kisses before making our way back to the crowd. We said our goodbyes, and I watched him disappear into the throng. As I made my way back to the concert, I knew I would never forget Ryan or the amazing experience we had shared.