Steve walked up to the counter, paid for the entrance, and received a laminated wrist strap. He handed his sweatshirt to the clerk at the coat check. Walking past the young, muscular bouncer, Steve winked and got a firm slap on his rump in return. The dance club was filling up fast that night. Men of all ages, shapes, and race danced in various degrees of dress or undress. Already there was some action going on. He waded through the mass of undulating male bodies to the back, where a smaller dance floor was separated from the main by a half-wall. Here was where the serious action took place. Steve took up his position in the corner of the dance floor, blindfolded himself, and let his body be taken captive by the pulsing beat.
The exhilaration was immediate. He felt absolutely free, without inhibitions. Within minutes, he felt pudgy fingers feel up his pecs, pinching his nipples. He continued dancing, arms raised high, hips grinding. The fingers moved to his back, tickling his armpits on the way. Hairy arms embraced him. Thick, moist lips kissed his neck, coarse hair scratching his exposed skin. Steve continued dancing, not bothering to embrace the man back. He felt the sweaty folds of the man's breasts and belly. The man groped Steve's ass and pressed his bulge against Steve's. "I wanna fuck you. Let's go to the johns," the man rasped in Steve's ear. Steve continued dancing, spinning within the man's embrace till his back was to the man. Humping Steve's ass, the man said, "Come on! Let's go!"
Wordlessly, Steve undid his jeans and peeled them down to expose his buttocks. His thick thighs prevented the jeans from slipping down. He reached behind and unzipped the man's fly. He pulled out the man's penis. Steve could grip the whole thing in his palm. He picked out a condom from his pouch, deftly ripped the packaging and sheathed the man's less than thralling penis. He didn't bother with lube. The man was in a frenzy by then. He poked Steve's anus a few times and grunted. Steve barely felt anything. The man stumbled away and Steve continued dancing, his jiggling, furry ass an open invitation.
The invitation was accepted by another man. This time Steve felt a long, hot shaft slap against his haunches. It bounced against his ass as he gyrated his hips. It wasn't a thick shaft, but long enough to penetrate deep. The man did not press his body against Steve's, communicating that his only interest was in Steve's ass. Steve easily rolled a condom on to the man's penis. He dabbed a bit of lube on the almost blunt head of the penis. Steve planted his feet wide and pushed out his ass, holding still just long enough for the man to push his pole in. Once in, Steve bumped his ass in time with the beat of the music. The man stood still, allowing Steve's dancing to do all the work.
It wasn't long before Steve felt the presence of another man in front of him. He felt strong fingers dig into his thighs and then a hot breath on his crotch. Lips massaged his cock through the jockstrap, coercing it to grow. Steve's dancing pelvis rode the cock of the man behind him and humped the mouth of the man between his legs. The fingers grabbed hold of the front waistband and yanked it down below Steve's balls, pushing them up against his cock, which bounced and hardened. The man gobbled up Steve's meaty cock, gagging on it repeatedly. Steve could feel warm saliva on his genitals as the man drooled around his cock.
Steve was enjoying the attention from this tag team, moaning softly as he danced, when he felt boots against his. Two large hands took his face gently between them, palms caressing his round cheeks, thick fingertips stroking his beard. The thumbs teased his lips, from the corners to the center and back again. Steve parted his lips and the thumbs entered. He rolled his tongue around and between the thumbs. The thumbs pulled out and were immediately replaced by a massive tongue and luscious lips. The man's tongue dove into his mouth, dominating his own tongue. Those wide, luscious lips covered his own lips. The man's tongue and lips danced about confidently, subduing Steve, who could only moan as he felt his every breath sucked out of him. Steve breathed in the man's exhalations, heady with alcohol. The man's mustache and beard mingled with his, tickling him.
Continued Tomorrow
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