The club was filled to capacity that cold snowy night in March of 1991.This was the sex club, the private place that my fuck buddy Van and I had discovered a few years back. The same place where I met Elliot and Don, the place were Rick and I would come to work off some steam via the arms and lips, and sometimes, the asses of like minded men.
It was a sexual paradise, this old drafty warehouse that some claimed was owned by a certain Mob Boss in Atlantic City, and therefore was never raided.
Whatever the case, I loved coming here. Not just for the sex, and there was plenty of it to be had, but sometimes just get off on the vibe, the energy that is generated by a group of horny men getting it on.
Tonight, I came stag. Rick was in New York City for his job, I called him earlier and told him where I was going and he said, "Have an orgasm for me, I'm going to be stuck in a meeting with a bunch of middle aged married couples and then dinner at one of the client's houses."
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It did not take long once I entered the place. Mike and his fuck-buddy Mike (whom I always referred to as Mike1 and Mike2) met me at the lockers and as I was undressing the two guys, their rods stiff and ready, were already pawing at me. I kissed Mike1, enjoying the feel of his constant five-o-clock-shadow rub against my face while Mike2 waisted no time on his knees sucking me off and then switching over to Mike1. I liked these two. They were a couple of tough little guys, hairy and not afraid to mix it up. Mike2 had a beautiful ass and I made a point of reaching down to give his cheeks a couple of hard slaps, and when I did this, Mike1 said, "He likes getting smacked, hit 'em harder!" So I obliged him and gave Mike2 several more smacks that actually left my right hand kind of sore. When he stood up and I saw the red mark I had left, I figured that I had done my job.
Now they both were on my tits, sucking at them in unison making me groan in ecstasy. Mike1 reached for my cock and stroked it slowly, never taking his mouth from my left nipple, while Mike2 bit at my right tit and fondled my ass with his free hand. Then Mike1 let go of my cock and raised his head from my chest and began kissing me again.
Before to long, Mike2 was on his knees in front of me, his ass raised and I slipped on a condom and began plowing him while Mike1 fucked his buddy's face.
We'd drawn a small crowd of verbal guys all stroking their cocks and cheering us on. That's when I caught a glimpse of Karl, the muscular little blond. An older guy of forty-something. For a man of his age, he had the body of a teen body builder. He locked eyes with me, and like a greedy kid in a candy store, I pulled out of Mike1 letting another guy take my place and made my way over to the hard bodied hunk, his cock leaking jizz. He smirked as I peeled the condom off I was wearing and tossed it into a trash barrel.
"Hey big boy", he said in his snarky voice, as he reached out and gave me a strong hug. Both our cocks pressed into each other as we embraced and I began dry humping him. Somewhere in the cavernous room music was playing, I think it might have been something by Guns and Roses. It was loud but the ambiance of the room made it echo.
Karl and I went from hugging to kissing, it was a soft sweet kiss but it burned, especially when he met my grinding. We fell onto one of the old chaise lounges that were strewn abut the establishment and continued making out, both our dicks dripping sap all over the other and I marveled over his firm body, his tight ass, and his beautiful hairless chest and his pink sharp nipples.
As we embraced and continued kissing, I felt his arms and he paused and flexed his right bicep for me which I licked like some kind of flesh covered lollipop. Frankly, his body was making me insane with lust. That was when I whispered in his ear, "Not for nothing, but I'd love to fuck that tight blond ass of yours". He laughed a down and dirty chuckle and said, "You have to earn that privilege, my boy." Once more, I'd almost forgot that this hardy specimen was almost 12 years older than me, I was treating him like some kind of young punk ... but I think he dug that because he said "Though Jon told me that you fuck like an animal"...of course, how could I have forgotten that before he left for Europe, my buddy Jon had been having a hot and heavy relationship with Karl. God knows what these two discussed during pillow talk.
I sat up and easily flipped him over so that that his ass was exposed to me and gave it a smack and said, "Did he tell you that I like to play rough sometimes?"
With out missing a beat, Karl shifted and turned over and wrapped his muscular legs around me giving me a pretty good squeeze and said, "Yeah, he did. Maybe some night you and me could go a few rounds and wrestle to see whose gonna' top who". Once more his smirk and snarky tone of voice, and once more his cock at full alert made me more excited, so I pulled his legs apart, straddled his chest and sat on him, my own cock dripping pre cum all over his lips and replied, "That sounds like something I'd be up to".
He opened his mouth and took a few drops of my juice, licked his lips and smiled up at me. I was about to shove my piece into it when I felt a pair of monstrous arms wrap around my torso and literally lift me off of him.
For a split second I found myself airborne and was one part shocked and delighted, and one part pissed off by the fact that the blow job I'd been anticipated had been interrupted.
Then a familiar deep, playful voice filled my ear, "Wait until your boyfriend finds out about this, slut!" It was Elliot in all his boyish, baby bear charm. We both laughed and began roughhousing a bit, trying to get the other into a head lock. When he could not get the upper hand, the randy teen stud grabbed my cock instead and yelled out, "Gonna' make you scream, uncle!"
And then, another set of lips on mine and more kissing. This was the excited, raw kind of kisses of youth. Full of fumbling and enthusiasm. When I got a chance to breathe, I took a deep one savoring Elliot's musky odor.
He was wearing only a tight pair of black briefs - his huge cock pushing down with the head of it peeking out through the bottom. He was making my mouth water.
"Where's Don?" I asked.
"He's down with the flu, gave me his blessings and..."
"Say no more, Rick's in New York..."
"Fuck me?" he asked interrupting me, his face sincere, almost desperate.
There was new music playing now, echoing like before, it was something goofy, a country song, something about a breaking heart...
We moved to a c
orner where another lounge chair was, and climbed on top of each other. More kissing, he bit my tongue several times...I did not care ... I was numb with all kinds of pent up lust ... we embraced in a bear hug, our bodies similar in size we were equally matched, we both enjoyed the feeling of crushing each other in our arms ... I shoved his head down to my cock and he sucked on it with an enthusiastic furor that made my head spin ... while he sucked I reached under his chest and began working on his nipples, I roughly pinched them and the kid moaned and groaned his approval, never taking his mouth off of my throbbing cock ... and then I told him I was going to fuck him so hard he'd have trouble walking... A few moments later, I slipped on a rubber and lubed up and then slowly mounted him ... he let out his war cry that I had heard before when he was in a state of coital bliss ... I pulled on his shoulders, bringing him closer to me and subsequently pushing me in deeper, this time he let out a yelp that echoed across the club drawing others around us and once more, we had a group of approving spectators... but I was long gone by now, and I decided that his hot piece was going to remember this night for a long time ... I slapped his ass a lot and then grabbed him around the waist my hands traveling up his well built furry chest until I found his tits and gave them such a tug that he threw his head back and cried out, "Motherfucker!" I leaned down and bit him on the neck and then said, "Shut up, and take it, you asked for it!" ... he turned his head and without missing a beat he said in a hurried breath, "Love it, man! Fucking love it!"... the crowd now was into it and cocks were exposed and men were drawing into each other's arms and dicks were being sucked and condoms were being put on and more guys were fucking each other, it was blowing my mind, all of this sexual energy...
Elliot shot straight up and let out another war cry and then blew a monster load of cum that flew in and almost projectile stream. His body shook and shivered as he was wracked by his orgasm and then I gasped as I was overcome with shakes of pleasure - I closed my eyes and felt the rush of delectation envelope me. I knew my hands were grasping Elliot's shoulders tightly and I could have sworn that I felt electricity from his body coursing through mine, all around me the world went hazy as I felt rushed for breath, the pleasure taking me to dark environs in my head...it was just me and the bliss that stemmed from my cock and went straight to my brain.
Then I collapsed and fell next to the sweaty jock at my side. We held each other tightly and kissed softly ... the Rolling Stones were singing, actually it was that choir of voices singing "You can't always get what you want" - it was church-like thanks to the club's acoustics. Meanwhile, all around us others were shooting their loads. A group of guys were sitting to our left and they were all stroking their dicks, half of them at the stage of release. I saw Karl and some Asian guy in a deep kiss, Mike and Mike were on the floor, on a mat, going at it sixty nine style...and the music continued playing hitting that crescendo and Elliot put one of his arms around me and pulled me close to him and I felt a chill.
Later on in the parking lot, the both of us cleaned up and bundled up against the snowy night, I walked him to his car. He turned to me looking adorable in a wool ski cap, and we embraced, our heavy winter ski jackets making the sound of nylon screaming as they rubbed up against each other.
Expecting a friendly hug, I was a bit dumbfounded when he kissed me instead. I returned the kiss because, all things being equal, Elliot really turned me on. And then he said, "Hey man, let's not tell our guys about this, tonight. I want this to be something..." he paused for a second, snow falling on his upturned face as if he were searching the winter sky for the words he wanted, "I want this to be or special moment. Maybe we can do it again."
"Elliot, I'd like that". I said not realizing that I was actually speaking the unvarnished truth.
"Jesus Christ, I needed something tonight, something special, and I got it, I think." he said hugging me again.
I did not know what to say after that so I told him that I best be on my way and after one more hug and kiss, I made my back to the car.
Inside my automobile, I started the engine and waiting for it to warm up, I fumbled through a stack of tapes until I found the one I wanted. I shoved it into the player and turned on the windshield wipers that cleared the snow and allowed me to see clearly. And then I drove out of the parking lot as Mick Jagger sang, "You can't always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you just might find, you get what you need."
Now they both were on my tits, sucking at them in unison making me groan in ecstasy. Mike1 reached for my cock and stroked it slowly, never taking his mouth from my left nipple, while Mike2 bit at my right tit and fondled my ass with his free hand. Then Mike1 let go of my cock and raised his head from my chest and began kissing me again.
Before to long, Mike2 was on his knees in front of me, his ass raised and I slipped on a condom and began plowing him while Mike1 fucked his buddy's face.We'd drawn a small crowd of verbal guys all stroking their cocks and cheering us on. That's when I caught a glimpse of Karl, the muscular little blond. An older guy of forty-something. For a man of his age, he had the body of a teen body builder. He locked eyes with me, and like a greedy kid in a candy store, I pulled out of Mike1 letting another guy take my place and made my way over to the hard bodied hunk, his cock leaking jizz. He smirked as I peeled the condom off I was wearing and tossed it into a trash barrel.
"Hey big boy", he said in his snarky voice, as he reached out and gave me a strong hug. Both our cocks pressed into each other as we embraced and I began dry humping him. Somewhere in the cavernous room music was playing, I think it might have been something by Guns and Roses. It was loud but the ambiance of the room made it echo.
Karl and I went from hugging to kissing, it was a soft sweet kiss but it burned, especially when he met my grinding. We fell onto one of the old chaise lounges that were strewn abut the establishment and continued making out, both our dicks dripping sap all over the other and I marveled over his firm body, his tight ass, and his beautiful hairless chest and his pink sharp nipples.
As we embraced and continued kissing, I felt his arms and he paused and flexed his right bicep for me which I licked like some kind of flesh covered lollipop. Frankly, his body was making me insane with lust. That was when I whispered in his ear, "Not for nothing, but I'd love to fuck that tight blond ass of yours". He laughed a down and dirty chuckle and said, "You have to earn that privilege, my boy." Once more, I'd almost forgot that this hardy specimen was almost 12 years older than me, I was treating him like some kind of young punk ... but I think he dug that because he said "Though Jon told me that you fuck like an animal"...of course, how could I have forgotten that before he left for Europe, my buddy Jon had been having a hot and heavy relationship with Karl. God knows what these two discussed during pillow talk.
I sat up and easily flipped him over so that that his ass was exposed to me and gave it a smack and said, "Did he tell you that I like to play rough sometimes?"
With out missing a beat, Karl shifted and turned over and wrapped his muscular legs around me giving me a pretty good squeeze and said, "Yeah, he did. Maybe some night you and me could go a few rounds and wrestle to see whose gonna' top who". Once more his smirk and snarky tone of voice, and once more his cock at full alert made me more excited, so I pulled his legs apart, straddled his chest and sat on him, my own cock dripping pre cum all over his lips and replied, "That sounds like something I'd be up to".
He opened his mouth and took a few drops of my juice, licked his lips and smiled up at me. I was about to shove my piece into it when I felt a pair of monstrous arms wrap around my torso and literally lift me off of him.
For a split second I found myself airborne and was one part shocked and delighted, and one part pissed off by the fact that the blow job I'd been anticipated had been interrupted.
Then a familiar deep, playful voice filled my ear, "Wait until your boyfriend finds out about this, slut!" It was Elliot in all his boyish, baby bear charm. We both laughed and began roughhousing a bit, trying to get the other into a head lock. When he could not get the upper hand, the randy teen stud grabbed my cock instead and yelled out, "Gonna' make you scream, uncle!"
And then, another set of lips on mine and more kissing. This was the excited, raw kind of kisses of youth. Full of fumbling and enthusiasm. When I got a chance to breathe, I took a deep one savoring Elliot's musky odor.
He was wearing only a tight pair of black briefs - his huge cock pushing down with the head of it peeking out through the bottom. He was making my mouth water.
"Where's Don?" I asked.
"He's down with the flu, gave me his blessings and..."
"Say no more, Rick's in New York..."
"Fuck me?" he asked interrupting me, his face sincere, almost desperate.
There was new music playing now, echoing like before, it was something goofy, a country song, something about a breaking heart...
We moved to a c
orner where another lounge chair was, and climbed on top of each other. More kissing, he bit my tongue several times...I did not care ... I was numb with all kinds of pent up lust ... we embraced in a bear hug, our bodies similar in size we were equally matched, we both enjoyed the feeling of crushing each other in our arms ... I shoved his head down to my cock and he sucked on it with an enthusiastic furor that made my head spin ... while he sucked I reached under his chest and began working on his nipples, I roughly pinched them and the kid moaned and groaned his approval, never taking his mouth off of my throbbing cock ... and then I told him I was going to fuck him so hard he'd have trouble walking... A few moments later, I slipped on a rubber and lubed up and then slowly mounted him ... he let out his war cry that I had heard before when he was in a state of coital bliss ... I pulled on his shoulders, bringing him closer to me and subsequently pushing me in deeper, this time he let out a yelp that echoed across the club drawing others around us and once more, we had a group of approving spectators... but I was long gone by now, and I decided that his hot piece was going to remember this night for a long time ... I slapped his ass a lot and then grabbed him around the waist my hands traveling up his well built furry chest until I found his tits and gave them such a tug that he threw his head back and cried out, "Motherfucker!" I leaned down and bit him on the neck and then said, "Shut up, and take it, you asked for it!" ... he turned his head and without missing a beat he said in a hurried breath, "Love it, man! Fucking love it!"... the crowd now was into it and cocks were exposed and men were drawing into each other's arms and dicks were being sucked and condoms were being put on and more guys were fucking each other, it was blowing my mind, all of this sexual energy...Elliot shot straight up and let out another war cry and then blew a monster load of cum that flew in and almost projectile stream. His body shook and shivered as he was wracked by his orgasm and then I gasped as I was overcome with shakes of pleasure - I closed my eyes and felt the rush of delectation envelope me. I knew my hands were grasping Elliot's shoulders tightly and I could have sworn that I felt electricity from his body coursing through mine, all around me the world went hazy as I felt rushed for breath, the pleasure taking me to dark environs in my head...it was just me and the bliss that stemmed from my cock and went straight to my brain.
Then I collapsed and fell next to the sweaty jock at my side. We held each other tightly and kissed softly ... the Rolling Stones were singing, actually it was that choir of voices singing "You can't always get what you want" - it was church-like thanks to the club's acoustics. Meanwhile, all around us others were shooting their loads. A group of guys were sitting to our left and they were all stroking their dicks, half of them at the stage of release. I saw Karl and some Asian guy in a deep kiss, Mike and Mike were on the floor, on a mat, going at it sixty nine style...and the music continued playing hitting that crescendo and Elliot put one of his arms around me and pulled me close to him and I felt a chill.
Later on in the parking lot, the both of us cleaned up and bundled up against the snowy night, I walked him to his car. He turned to me looking adorable in a wool ski cap, and we embraced, our heavy winter ski jackets making the sound of nylon screaming as they rubbed up against each other.Expecting a friendly hug, I was a bit dumbfounded when he kissed me instead. I returned the kiss because, all things being equal, Elliot really turned me on. And then he said, "Hey man, let's not tell our guys about this, tonight. I want this to be something..." he paused for a second, snow falling on his upturned face as if he were searching the winter sky for the words he wanted, "I want this to be or special moment. Maybe we can do it again."
"Elliot, I'd like that". I said not realizing that I was actually speaking the unvarnished truth.
"Jesus Christ, I needed something tonight, something special, and I got it, I think." he said hugging me again.
I did not know what to say after that so I told him that I best be on my way and after one more hug and kiss, I made my back to the car.
Inside my automobile, I started the engine and waiting for it to warm up, I fumbled through a stack of tapes until I found the one I wanted. I shoved it into the player and turned on the windshield wipers that cleared the snow and allowed me to see clearly. And then I drove out of the parking lot as Mick Jagger sang, "You can't always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you just might find, you get what you need."
