Clark's Wild Night - Part 1 (Patreon)

Clark couldn’t quiet his mind.

He’d finally had his way with the waitress from the local bar - the one who always had some excuse for why she couldn’t go out with him.

But tonight had been different.

From the moment they locked eyes, she seemed… spellbound. She even left her shift early to leave with him.

And yet, something wasn’t right.

He tried every position. Every angle.

She came several times, but no matter how hard he pushed, he couldn’t reach it himself.

She begged for his seed - and when it never came, she grew self-conscious. Quietly, she began to gather her things to leave.

Clark pleaded with her to stay the night. A deep, unfamiliar dread had settled in his gut - he couldn’t be alone tonight.

She agreed, tearfully, and soon dozed off beside him. Clark lay there in silence, his mind racing, every nerve in his body on edge.

His thoughts drifted to Julian - how nervous he’d looked that night at the bar.

He’d said he felt feverish. The collar of his shirt had been soaked in sweat, and his skin, paler than usual, had an almost sickly hue.

Clark had tried to calm him with a round of his favorite beer, but when he returned, Julian was gone.

Only his scent remained.

And Clark noticed it - more than he wanted to admit.

Something about it was familiar.

Primal.

Clark’s heart suddenly began to pound.

A sudden, involuntary twitch from deep within his loins sent confusion through his already scattered thoughts. He felt himself harden - faster, stronger than he’d ever experienced -pressing uncomfortably against the fabric of his underwear.

He freed it without thinking.

But it didn’t stop.

It swelled past capacity, pulsing with heat as if fed by something other than blood. Panic and exhilaration warred within him.

He stumbled to the bathroom, dazed, breath shallow.

He didn’t know what he needed.

Only that he needed it.

No matter the consequences.