Night-time Club Cruise

Introduction:

This three-part story is about a young man called Brian Jackson. A slim and nerdy 18-year-old ass-virgin who was curious about guys. He had looked up to his older buff brother. But Tony Jackson had run away from home years earlier. It turned out Tony was gay. With some friends, Tony helped Brian discover his true self. And his future boyfriend.

Disclaimer:

This story is strictly fictional and contains male-on-male (gay) sexual content, both implied and explicit. 

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All character names, implied situations, parties, or locations are strictly fictional. Any similarities with real people are unintentional and purely coincidental. This fictional story is the author's imagination and is not based on real-life events or people. The author does not endorse any products or parties named in this story.

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Night-time Club Cruise - Part 3.

Straight to gay...

The bus ride home was uneventful. The eye-opening trip to the leather store was quite exciting. And I lost track of time a bit there. Missing my bus by minutes. I was glad I had my gym bag with me since I ran a little late now. I only needed to change in the gym. This way, there was no need to go home first. Then all the way back into town for my gym class. 

For a Friday afternoon, the gym was surprisingly quiet. I absolved my second training session. Watched and got instructed by a few buff-looking bodybuilders. They paid more attention to what I was doing than their own exercises. Making snide remarks and horny innuendos. Heck, one of those 32-year-old muscle men thought he was funny. Pulling his dick out while he spotted me lifting weights. I started to sneakily laugh. This dude wasn't all that well-hung. And I got a smack in the face when I asked: "So when is it getting hard?..." I knew the thing was fully hard already. But compared to mine, it was tiny. Well, it was an average size. He had obviously not seen mine hard yet. So he wasn't to know that.

Later in the shower, this guy's friend cornered me. Trying to take advantage of a novice like me. Fabian, the gym's owner, looked out for me in the gym. He made sure the guys kept their groping hands to themselves. However, in the shower afterward, he wasn't there. One of those 32-year-old buff muscle men cornered me. Pushing me aggressively into a shower stall. He pressed my face to the wall. And started to grind his dick against my ass cheeks. Preparing himself to fuck me. I had one hand free. So I elbowed him harshly in the ribs. Telling him loudly to get lost. Saying that I wasn't ready for that yet. Fabian poked his head into the shower. Alarmed by my screams. Luckily this made the fucker droop off. A little flustered, I got dressed and left in a hurry. 

But I wasn't the only one in a rush. I ran into Daniel. Well, Captain Daniel Carter walked straight into me. He was deep in thought and did not look where he was going.

"WATCH WHERE YOU ARE GOING!... ASSHOLE... DO OPEN YOUR EYES, KID!..." He shouted meanly after he had bowled me over onto the sidewalk. But he started to grin as he saw whom he had bulldozed. "Jackson?... What the hell... Kid... Sorry..."

"You're not sorry at all! Captain..." I said. Sticking out an arm for him to help me up, "You would have shouted the same thing at anyone else... since when do you call me by my last name, Carter?... And what has you so distracted anyway?... DADDY..." I grinned. Full-well knowing that Dan did not like me calling him daddy in public.

"Ha... Sorry... That's true..." called Dan apologetically. Pulling me in for a warm bro-hug. There we stood on a sidewalk in the middle of town. Me hugging a marine in full uniform as if we were lovers. Well, in a way, we were. But Dan was much more of an older brother to me than a lover. "It's that fucking DMV... You would think that transferring ownership of a motorbike would be much easier... They needed all kinds of extra paperwork..." he said aggressively. 

Daniel sounded angry. So I asked, "Would it help if I came with you?... I have the insurance papers... Got them first thing this morning... And I also have my driver's license and ID with me..."

Daniel started to smile, and as he put an arm around my neck, we walked back to the DMV offices to sort things out. Even though the whole process was rather painful. Not helped along by the severe-looking woman who served us. And after all that, the crabby-looking woman helping us said dryly: "You'll get the paperwork and the registration in two to three weeks." That was not the answer I was expecting. I was glad Daniel was there. I would have happily cursed and screamed at the bitch. Dan pulled me outside. He took me into a nearby café to calm down.

I showed Daniel my new leather purchases. Explaining that my exams had gone great. Thanking him for asking me about them. Daniel even said he would sponsor me for a scholarship program via the marine core if I wanted that. Captain Carter explained that he only needed to fill in a form with the names of the people the core endorsed. I thought for a moment and asked: "Mmm... Could you do one for a friend of mine too?... Mark Edwards... Same school... Born on the same day as me... But a year earlier..."

Daniel was slightly taken aback by my request, but he noted the details and said he would get on it immediately. I think Dan must have thought I had a thing going for Mark. Thinking about college, I hoped Mark would pass his exams as well. We had discussed going to MIT together. His father had overheard us talking about it when he picked up Mark from school one day. And happily called: "Good!... Then you can rent a room at Mark's new place... I have bought a house in Cambridge for him." 

And then I suddenly remembered where I had seen the sexy light gray shade of eyes before. The leather shop assistant's eyes looked the same as Mark's. Only Mark's eyes weren't light gray but a soft pale blue. The thought of Mark's eyes made my dick grow hard. Was I falling for Mark after all? I smiled as my dick pressed against the tight leather of my new jockstrap.

I told Dan all about the amazingly hot adventure in the leather store. The Captain savored every word I spoke. We even discussed my plans for Friday. But I looked a little confused when I said I still had not decided what to wear that weekend. I wanted to look confident and sexy. But not too easy or too overdressed.

Daniel thought for a few moments. "Are you going to wear the leather jeans, that jacket, or both?... If you're going for some casual sex or a cruise, then wear some easy pants... Maybe even these tracksuit bottoms... They look casual enough," suggested Daniel Carter

After thinking about it, I said: "Definitely TJ's jacket... I love that thing... And I think I would wear a light gray pair of elastic waistband jeans with a pull cord... They are easy enough to take down..."

Apparently, Daniel was forming the picture in his mind. At least his grin all of a sudden got a whole lot dirtier. "Cool look... I also like TJ's gray sleeveless sweatshirt hoodie... You can wear it under the leather with the hood over the back... Nice contrast for a young guy like you... And I suggest you put on some boots... But make sure you can dance in them all night... How are you getting there?..."

I smiled and nodded understandingly. Daniel had pushed me in the right direction. Already seeing myself wearing that outfit. But I worried about how I was going to the east side of town this Friday night. I had half expected to get to use my new bike. But that wasn't going to happen. Captain Daniel Carter handed me two business cards. One from the base he was stationed at and his personal card. I put them away in one of the inner pockets of the leather jacket. Daniel added: "TJ and I have to work this weekend... But call if you get stuck between a rock and a hard cock... You can also reach TJ at the motor pool at work on that phone number... If push comes to shove, I'll send the MP's to come get you."

"Thanks, buddy... But talking about MP's... Don't you need to get back to work?..." I asked, a little confused. Daniel looked at his watch and got a shock. He rushed out of the café, leaving me to pay the bill. I happily paid the tab. Dan had given me so much already, and soon I would have his old dirt bike too. So this was the least I could do for him. And it was not like I was strapped for cash. Before going to MIT, I just needed to save as much as I could. That was why I hadn't bought my own car when I got my driver's license 2 years ago. I just used my parent's car to practice occasionally. 

After making my way home, I texted Mark. Asking him: "Hi... Didn't get a chance to ask... How were the physics and economics exams... Do you think you passed?... I have done well... I am going to The Cottage by myself tomorrow evening to celebrate... And check the place out."

It took Mark a while to answer. But I got the shortest text from him: "I think I did okay..." Edwards did not add more. It felt as if he was still angry with me. Mark had completely skated over my remark of going to The Cottage. That was a bit odd, I thought. I had half expected Mark to jump on that idea. But it seemed to me he must have other pursuits already.

Tony texted me early on Friday after I had texted him that this evening was the big day. TJ gave me some practical advice: "Make sure you prepare your bedroom... Change the sheets and put some cold drinks and snacks up there... Have some condoms, lube, and kitchen towels nearby... Relax about the evening... What happens will happen... Don't get disappointed if it doesn't... Enough other days to try again, bro... You got this... I am sorry I have to work... I would have happily driven you there... Go get them, tiger... Poke one for me!... Love, TJ."

I had not thought of that. What if I took someone home with me? I could not expect them to play with me on my single bed. I dismantled it. Moving the mattress and the frame to Tony's old room. And replacing it with TJ's king-size bed. I found clean silk sheets and a cool gray and red duvet cover with black pillowcases. A very nice new look for my room. Much more adult-looking than the bed I used to sleep in since I was 10. 

Filling the bedside table with the stuff I expected to need. Moving the mini-fridge of TJ's next to my desk. Loading it with drinks and some beers. Put a tray of cups, glasses, and a jug of water on top to decorate it. Placing my brother's old leather lounge chair opposite my TV. Even hanging a black leather cowhide on the wall behind the headboard. It had been used as a rug in TJ's room. Suddenly my bedroom felt finished. It looked a fucking hell more adult now.

Soon after that, my brother texted: "Oh... Eat something easily digestible around noon... And only do a protein shake this evening... Have fun but cool it with the alcohol!"

I send him an eggplant emoji back and "YES, DADDY!..." Sure, that was a little sneaky. But inwardly, I was glad for his advice. The two of them, Tony and Dan, really looked out for me. And I needed that.

The last bus ran to the east side of town around 10 PM. That was 2 hours too early for my liking. But at least it would give me enough time to scoop out the place. Thinking I would have some time for a snack or a drink in one of the many bars around the entertainment square. How I would get back, I did not know. I had added the phone numbers for a cab on my phone. Or I could use the Uber app.

I had stuffed some extra cash into one of the laced boots with the zip-up sides. I had walked on them all day yesterday, and they did not bother me at all. Putting my outfit together was easy. Wearing the things Daniel and I had discussed. The weather at night was a bit colder than the last few days. But the classic leather biker jacket was warm enough.

I felt my new look needed to be even tougher, though. I added TJ's black leather belt with the pyramid spikes over the loose gray jeans. Under the gray hoodie vest, I wore my new harness. The tightness of the thing gave me an oddly secure feeling. I had the zip on the hoodie's front open part way. Revealing just a little bit of the harness. The new wrist wallet got filled with a bank card, ID, Mountain's club card, and bus card. Lastly, I put on Dan's black Cuban necklace to complete the look. 

After I had locked the house, I put the house key into the other boot. With my cell phone, condoms, and lube secured in my classic leather biker jacket, I left feeling simultaneously happy and anxious. Watched disapprovingly by Misses Nextdoor Across-the-Street from an upstairs window. That woman was so nosy that she made up the entire neighborhood watch by herself.

I went into 'The Cottage'. It was a shabby looking 1980's disco with a sky-lodge decor. The cloakroom attendants tried to force me to take my jacket off. But I did not let them. The music was already screaming out in a cacophony of music styles. It sounded like the DJs on each floor were competing with each other. How you would ever get a chance to hook up with someone in here, I did not know. There was no way you could chat someone up like this.

I strolled through the club's floors. The youths that hung around all looked a bit bored. And the older twinks either milled about on the upper floor, or down in the basement. Tony had described it as a makeout area. I had expected it to be a dungeon maze like the Mountain club. But it was nothing of the sort. Couples hung around the couches and chairs. Talking to each other or fooling around a little. In one of the rooms hung a large screen TV with some soft-core erotic porn running on it. But other than that, the only thing this basement had going for it was the lack of DJs.

No, the Cottage wasn't my kind of thing. Sure I chatted up a few guys and girls. But when it threatened to get serious, they all got cold feet. That is, apart from sucking a dude in the basement toilets. If not for that, the time spent in the Cottage was more or less a waste of time.

It was nearing midnight. So I made my way to the other side of the entertainment square. Walking to the Mountain's side entrance into the club. There was a long line of partygoers waiting to get in. All men and the occasional pair of women. The age of these folk ranged from early twenties to well over sixty. All of them had dressed casually but very butchly. I fitted right in, I thought. 

Watching the line from a distance, I discovered that some men had their club cards in hand and bypassed the line. Most got turned back by a squad of brick shithouses guarding the club's entrance. They only let certain people pass. Mostly masterful-looking men dressed in some form of leather clothing. I spotted that Greg, one of the Mountains club owners, was one of the doormen.

From across the side street, I bypassed the long line and went straight to the group of guards. Greg threw out an arm, catching me straight in the chest. Blocking me from going one step further. The people waiting in line started to jeer and shout: "Back in line, twirp... With the rest of the rejects..." I looked at Greg and removed the club card from my leather wrist wallet. 

It sparkled gold in the light from the private men's club entrance. One of the doormen had already grabbed my arm and started to pull me away up the street when Greg saw whom he was dealing with. Greg was a little surprised to see me, but he quickly told the guard to pat me down and let me pass. This was to the great surprise of everyone around me. Some of the partygoers even got angry at me as I walked into the club ahead of them.

I bought a pocket full of drinks coins as I entered the place. It wasn't jam-packed yet. Most of the people seemed to be waiting outside. Hoping to be let in. As I walked inside, I checked out the lay of the land. Sitting down at the end of the main bar on the ground floor. Ordering myself a coke from a hot-looking ebony bartender. According to his nametag, he was called Antwan. 

This young man had a swimmer's body, with a square head afro. A tough-looking guy who seemed to know how to handle himself. He gave me something else, though. He was mixing a drink when I sat at the bar near him. "Try this... It's called a Blue Curacao..." I took a sip. It was sweet, reasonably strong, and full of ice. "I have not seen you around here before... Boy... What's your name?..." he said with a dark Dutch-Caribbean accent. His deep voice didn't match his youthful face at all.

I openly said to Antwan: "Hello, I am Brian... That is because I haven't been here yet... I want to see what this place is about... Maybe score a hot date..."

"Hi Brian,... Ah... Man, then I have something you will surely need!..." Antwan looked shiftily around him. Shoving a hand over the counter next to my drink. When he removed his hand, I quickly saw the light blue diamond-shaped pill he had placed there. I slapped my hand over the pill and casually picked up the drink to take another sip. At the same time, the floor manager shouted all the way from across the club at Antwan. Hissing at Antwan: "Act cool... I got this!..." 

The floor manager ran over to the bar. Nearly knocking a few people over. I had surreptitiously put the pill in one of my jacket pockets and pulled out a drinks coin instead. Replacing my hand on the bar. Like a roaring bull, the manager sputtered at Antwan. Asking what he had just given me. Telling Antwan he saw him handing out drugs again. The manager was screaming and shouting at his employee. The few people already in the club started to stare at him. I just calmly sipped my cocktail. Staring in surprise up at the man.

When the manager finally looked over at me, I calmly put my drink down and said: "What are you on about?... I had given Antwan one coin too many for this drink, so he handed it back to me... I am not here to take pills from strangers... And I didn't... But man, if that's how you act?... Look around... Half the club is watching you scream and shout... Dude, relax... Or you'll have a heart attack before the night is over... Please... Apologize to Antwan..." I said with an odd, firm tone of voice.

The way I talked down to the manager was new to me. Even though the manager was my father's age. I don't know what got over me. But I felt much tougher than I had ever done before. Tough enough to stand up to this guy. Although he was right. But I wasn't letting him make a fool of a guy I had only known for 3 minutes.

I removed my hand from the bar to show the manager the coin. The manager got red in the face. He let out some nasty inaudible stutters and turned away. I called after him. Quite loudly, I asked: "Sir!... Aren't you forgetting something?..." This stopped him in his tracks. And he muttered a word of apology to Antwan.

"I swear that guy is out to get me... Thanks, Brian... I owe you one..." said the barkeeper worriedly.

"Well, let this serve as a lesson, Antwan... I won't cover for you again... And... You owe me a blowjob!... Is that even a genuine pill or some fake shit?..."

"Oh no... I work as a junior doctor by day... That's a real Viagra..."

"Ha... Well thanks... But I am not paying you for it... And I think you should be doubly ashamed, Doc..." but I smiled at the ebony dude while I lectured him. Doubting he was telling the truth.

"No, that's okay... I've got more if you want it... I get them at the clinic for free... I like you... I can hook you up... Really, thanks for covering me, man... And that blow?... Meat me around two in the bathroom on the 2nd floor... Take the pill 30 minutes before... Then you'll have the full effect as you... You know..." Antwan made a rude gesture with his elbow. But it was clear that this ebony hunk guy was not averse to having sex with other men.

"Ha... No thanks... One will do for now... Always wanted to try one, though... The stupid thing is... I much rather have you do me... So I should hand it back to you?..."

"Really... Fine by me too... But are you sure you can handle me?..."

"As long as it's not too wide and you go in easy with plenty of lube... I think I might be able to... Just don't overdo it..." I winked at him as I said it. Pulled the pill out and looked at it for a second. Stuffing it securely in one of the inner pockets of the leather jacket.

I thanked Antwan. Leaving the half-emptied Blue Curacao on the counter. I told him I would be in the toilets at two. Taking the bottle of coke with me and exploring the club's ground floor a bit more. Making a mental note of where the bathrooms were. Or what the best spots were to people watch. I checked out the first and second floors. But the higher I climbed, the kinkier and cozier the areas became. In the attic was a full-on cinema. With a stage for floor shows. On stage stood all kinds of sex furniture. And I instantly knew what types of performances were given there. 

Making my way down, I heard the DJ on the first floor start a tune I had not heard in a long time. It had been popular right around when Tony had run away from home. He played it all the time, this to the annoyance of our parents. It came with a lewd dance routine TJ had taught me. So I rushed onto the dance floor and let loose. When the song was done, I mosied over to the DJ booth. He had started to play the regular music that was typically played up here. Trans, Pop, and House music. But he began to chat with me a bit. Saying that I looked fantastic and that he had not seen that dance routine in ages.

I joked around a bit with him. Asking him if he got blown a lot behind the booth while he was playing. He grinned dirty at me and sneakily said: "It does happen... Not a lot... The managers don't like it when the DJ staff interact with customers... But they can't be everywhere at once when it's busy..." He looked at me while I danced a little near him. Once the song changed, he suddenly moved closer to me, saying: "I normally don't let anyone up here... But if you want, you can dance behind me... Maybe sneak under the desk and help me out?..." 

I winked at him in thanks and gave him a small kiss. Whispering over the music: "Thanks a lot... I'd like that... But first, I need to find a good spot to watch the people coming in..." I said rather hornily, "I want to score a date tonight and get laid for the first time by a guy..." The DJ had a quite comical 'O' on his face. It told me that he wasn't gay. But he still winked hornily back at me. After the next song change, the DJ called me back over to him. Saying: "Go downstairs... Sit down between the VIP booths and to the right of the stairs... That's the perfect spot... All the traffic moves by there... You can take your pick and just follow them to see what they are doing..." The DJ held out a fist, and I gave him a fist bump. 

Dancing by the booth a while longer. Watching more and more people cumming upstairs. The dance floor started to fill up with couples, and the music became a bit wilder and much louder. I waved goodbye to the man, and he stuck up a thumb. Humping his hips to the rhythm of the music as if he was fucking the air. Mouthing to me: "Good luck hunting!..."

So far, my night was going quite well. I already had two guys offering to have sex with me and the day wasn't even over yet. The club really started to fill up around midnight. More and more people walked in. From nervous-looking twinks to severe-looking daddies with subs in tow. Men and women. Black and white. All dressed in their best party gear and ready to have fun. The older guys shot upstairs as soon as they entered. And what Tony had told me was true. Those men looked a lot rougher than the younger crowd that stayed on the ground floor. The people that went up 1 level were best described as experienced older twinks and primarily gay couples. Looking to drink and dance the night away.

The spot next to the right of the stairs was excellent. I could see the steps leading down into the main hall from the entrance. The beams of light from the dance floor lit up the people coming in. This was much more my scene. Even though I had never been to a private club like this. Let alone one where the hunky male waiters were expected to sexually titillate the customers. 

The longer the night went on. The hotter the guys and girls that entered started to look. I didn't know if that was true. Maybe it was the beer. But my heart stopped when a good-looking, sexy guy entered the club. He stopped at the top of the steps, right in the path of the dancing light beams. 

This twenty-six-ish dude was gorgeous. Dressed in full leather. And about my size, but obviously more muscular. And much more butch. The few bits of skin that were not hidden by his full leather outfit were tattooed and hung with gold. He kept looking over his shoulder, obviously waiting for someone. When his date walked over to him. The brute grabbed her. Hooking an arm around her neck and bending her over backward. Driving his tongue into her mouth. Causing a bit of a hold-up on the steps into the club. Heck, one of his hands pushed up her red leather miniskirt and rudely slid between her naked thighs. But fuck if he cared. He owned her, and he was showing everyone. 

He looked like a cool enough guy. But the leather biker look was a bit scary at the same time. My mind started to race, and my dick started to twitch. He was my kind of type. The girl he came in with did not stick close to him. She met up with some other lesbian girls. When she walked past, I saw who it was. It had been the slut who had tried to do me behind the bike shed at school. She still wore much too much makeup. And had an air around her as if she was an expensive hooker.

The hunk went straight down into the cruising area in the club's basement. I was sort of curious to see it for myself. From what I heard following him downstairs, he called every one, man or woman, bitch, slut, or slave. Damn, that guy was quite the player. I passed him three or four times in the maze that lay down there. It had all kinds of dimly lit rooms. With sex furniture and prison bars. Glory holes and jack-off rooms. Every time I moved on, I seemed to walk by a different room where this hunk was fucking around with someone else. Mostly guys. Every time he noticed me watching him at it. The one time I caught him with a younger woman, it looked like she wasn't enjoying his attention. The hunk was choking her one-handedly and ripping the panties off her ass. 

It was nearing two o'clock already. I had seen enough and left upstairs to the second floor. As I entered the bathroom hallway, the bartender Antwan moved up behind me. Whispering: "Hey there, Brian... Didn't think you'd come... I can't stay long... The manager is still on my tail..."

I laughed. Saying: "Awe, I thought I could be on your tail instead... Quicky blowjob then?... I want to see what you're packing anyway..." Antwan laughed and pushed me into the bathroom. A nice clean place with blue lights. When I looked up at them, Antwan muttered: "That keeps the needle pushers out..." He took me into a cubical at the back. 

Antwan had his ebony cock swinging free before I had the chance to close the door behind me. I grabbed it while the barman pulled me in close to kiss him. The hot cock wasn't too wide. But this 9-inch dick was quite enough to be getting on with. No, Antwan's claims to fame were his free-swinging ebony nuts. The colossal sack swung low as I jacked him off. He had fastened a wide metal ring around the scrotum. It was at least half an inch wide and looked quite heavy.

I had no control over the proceedings, but it was enjoyable and not even that rough. I got pushed to my knees and pulled over the lovely veiny cock. The bartender held on to my head and wordlessly made me suck him off, just as he liked it. He became a bit nasty near the end. But he emptied his balls with a prolonged dirty grunt. Giving me enough time to prepare for what was coming. I swallowed most of the hot man-juice down. This stunned and elated the guy. "Damn... That was hot... Didn't know how much experience you had in this sort of thing... So I took control... Sorry about that, Brian..." said the hot barman.

Antwan had started to kiss me again. Playing with the few dribbles of cum that had escaped my mouth. After a while, I pushed Antwan onto the toilet and let him service me. The Dutch-Caribbean stud let his lips do the talking. But he was shocked at my eleven inches white boy-toy. With all his experience, he just could not take me all the way down. Though, what he was doing was more than good enough for me. Although, I didn't allow him to take me all the way. I softly muttered: "That's for the date I take home tonight..." And Antwan just sucked me off a bit longer. When he tapped out, I knew it was time for him to get back to work. And for me to go back on the hunt.

The evening was already a success in my books. I could not complain. I had sucked and got a hot blowjob from a charming guy. Sure I wished Antwan had a bit longer brake. I would have happily given my cherry to him. Maybe later, I thought. Washing my hands and face in the sink next to him. I was going to ask Antwan what time he got off. Instead, I got shocked into silence when the leather-wearing hunk entered the second-floor bathroom behind me. The guy even noticed me watching him via the mirrors. 

"What?..." he harshly asked.

"Not much... Just admired your leathers... Didn't you wear a jacket when you came in?"

"What's it to you?... I was hot..." he said with a dirty grin.

"Yes, you are..." I very softly replied. Antwan sniggered as I said it. But I left the bathroom before he could ask what I said. I think he had understood it, though. As I heard a booming laugh when the door closed behind me. Even though the hunk was exactly my type. His rough attitude had started to scare me. But not enough to rule him out as a potential date. Even a quickie would be fine by me. As long as he dropped the bad-boy attitude. And gently opened me up before he would penetrate my virgin boy-cunt. The horny thoughts made me grin nastily.

The club's basement seemed to be the right spot for me to chat up a few guys. Expecting that I might score a hot date there with a car. I would let one of them have some fun with me there before inviting him or them over to my place. The idea of doing it for the first time with multiple guys had come to me after watching one of the many porn videos playing all around the club. It seemed they did not believe in paintings or other artworks in the Mountain. They compromised by giving the TV screens gilded frames. 

I slowly walked around the upper floor, observing some masters abusing the house slaves. I got scolded by one of them. Not for watching him play. But for distracting the club's houseboy, who had recognized me from my previous visit with Tony and Daniel. Luckily Scott, the other club owner, came to my rescue. Or I feared I would have been forced to take the place of the heavily tied-up house boy.

The hunk I had seen moments before was also using one of the slaves. There wasn't anything pretty or easy about how he handled the black dude. His 8-inch fat dick disappeared into the guy's mouth as he smacked him hard. The guy tried to protect his head, but that made the fucker only more aggressive. Ordering the house boy to call him by his name and count the beatings he got. "One, master Josh... Two, master Josh... Thank you, master... Three, master Josh..."

So this guy was called Josh. And he was a master. Well, that was me done. I didn't need a master. I wanted a lover. But even though master Josh stood with his back to me, watching him from the hallway, I noticed his eyes flit around to the mirror opposite the door. For a few milliseconds, our eyes met. But that was enough for Josh to slow the facefuck right down. Even to start to play lovingly with the black dude. Was this for my benefit? Well, I think the first part of what I saw was more his style. I shuddered to think what would happen to me if someone like Josh took my virginity like that.

I left. Taking in the sights of all the kinky playrooms on the second floor. Even the smells and the sounds up there excited me as much as they were frightening me. No, the dancefloor one level down was much more fun. I chatted with a few people and got compliments on my outfit. They told me I pulled off the look very nicely. But I had no luck scoring a date there, either. Not that it wasn't any fun up there. I danced with a few guys. And got groped so much my butt-cheeks started to hurt. My dick saw plenty of action two. But it lay protected behind the jeans and the leather jockstrap.

However, it seemed that everywhere I went, that master Josh dude was nearby. He did not let me out of his sight. And the stupid thing was, other people started to follow him as well. This stalking behavior did not feel comfortable at all. In fact, it made me angry as shit. Causing me to take a surreptitious face pic of the asshole. I went down to the club's ground floor and told Antwan about the stalker. And I didn't know if that helped the matter any. By then, I had also picked up a tail of 2 of the enormous bodybuilder security personnel. But at least that Josh guy stayed away. I talked with two men at the downstairs bar. They had overheard me talking to Antwan. They came closer, sitting on either side of me at the bar. 

These guys were Daniel Carter's size. One was Mexican. The other turned out to be Antwan's older brother. Both were around Dan's age as well, in their early thirties. Dressed in camo army gear with some leather accent items. They started to pump me for information about myself. And were happily surprised I was open enough to tell them I was looking for a first-time date with a guy. As we sat chatting at the bar, I swore I saw a familiar face walking nearby. But that young guy kept his hoodie up. And obviously trying his hardest not to get noticed. Staying in the shadows. However, the way he walked was familiar to me.

The two guys invited me to sit on one of the many couches in the club. They started to buy me drinks and make out with me. After a while, I tipsily asked the Mexican stud to follow me into the basement cruising area. And he willingly did so. I thought he would be the one out of all the hot men I met and talked to. He looked pretty rough. But acted truly sweet. Rodriguez was his name. Or at least that's what Antwan's sexy ebony brother called him. He worked as a patrol guard at the marine base where Daniel and Tony worked. But I had not told him this.

As we walked around the ground floor to the stairs, my eye now caught an entire entourage of people following me. Master Josh was fooling around nearby with an older guy. He had a hand stuffed into the guy's ripped jeans. Making him wince in pain. The shadowy figure that acted so familiar and the two brick shithouses followed. They, in turn, were followed by a group of slim twinks that wanted to worship the muscle gods.

Rodriguez and I snuck into the dungeon, though. He had a calming arm around my back. The lower down the stairs we went, the more Rodriguez's hand sank too. Before long, his big hand firmly massaged one of my ass cheeks. I was glad I had not taken my wallet with me. Or that activity would have made me think Rodriguez was trying to rob me. 

Nevertheless, I had fun with the Mexican. We had found a secluded room with a vinal-covered bed. He pushed me inside and pressed his big body to mine. At first, he took complete control. But I had figured him wrong. He wasn't as buff as his appearance, or his initial actions had made me believe. This dude was a power-bottom. All he wanted to do was to kiss. Don't get me wrong, Rod was great at that. He made me feel warm and fuzzy. But when he started to undress, it became clear what he was into. Rod wanted me to breed his hairy ass like a bitch. Nothing against hairy men, but he had a lot of it. And the worst thing was he flat-out refused to have me fuck him with a condom. And I just could not get myself to do him without one. 

That was not all. Under the camo pants, the dude wore frilly-laced women's underwear and net stockings. Again, to each their thing. But the magic had gone for me. Heck, the dick in my assless leather jocks had wilted in shame. My look of surprise told Rodriguez enough. He thanked me for the fun. Pulled up his pants and left.

I sat in the darkroom for a while. Thinking about what just happened. A quick glance at my phone told me it was too early to leave. The next bus home would not arrive for an hour and forty-five minutes. I felt confused and yet glad that I had dared to come to this place. The evening wasn't a waste, after all, I thought. Feeling hot, I made my way back through the maze to the ground floor to get a drink. One of the security staff approached me as I left the dungeon. "Are you okay?... We lost you for a moment..." he said. Laying a heavy hand on my shoulder.

"Thanks... I am fine... I think I just need a cool drink... You two can stop following me... That just attracts more attention..." I replied. Seeing his worried look, I said: "I'll know where to find you if I need to... Thanks, guys... Go and have some fun of your own... Those twinkies seem to want to be scared by a tough man like you..." I said as I nodded to five young men that followed the bodybuilders around as they tracked me. 

The other guard smiled. And asked me: "Are you sure?... but I think you want a bit of this too... Or am I wrong?..." He flexed his huge arms and made his pecs bounce up and down. Looking longingly from my face to my crotch.

I shook my head with a grin and answered: "What I need is a ride home from a cool guy who wants to make soft and sweet love to my ass... I want to get my cherry popped..." But then I saw that creep, Josh. And exclaimed in horror: "Fuck!... There he is again..." My eye's widened in horror as master Josh moved right behind the two buff security guards. While the security staff took care of Josh, I quickly returned to the bar. Antwan was kind of my last hope. I just needed to bite the bullet. Wanting to ask the Caribbean hunk when he got off. I hoped I made a good enough impression for him to take me home.

But his station was manned by someone else now. An older guy with a bushy mustache. Dressed in leather pants and a white club shirt. In fact, all the staff wore white shirts now. When I asked him about Antwan, the bartender calmly said: "Antwan told me about you... But he's already left... His shift ended an hour ago... Sorry... But what will it be, son?..."

Being called son by this guy felt a little odd. But he was the daddy type. That was true. "I'll take a cold water bottle if you have it, sir..." I said, feeling a little sorry for myself. My chances of getting laid diminished by the minute. Calling him sir was the right move. He got me a bottle of refrigerated water. Asking me: "Anything else you need?... Brian... was it?..."

I meagerly grinned and muttered: "Nothing, thanks... Unless you know a guy with a car that wants to take my ass for a spin?..." The bartender gave a booming laugh and went on with his duties. 

A glance at my phone showed me I still had to wait an hour for the first bus home. The club would still be open for longer than that. So I decided to bide my time in the dungeon. I saw that my brother had sent me a text asking how things were going. Telling me not to text him if I was too busy. He had sent me a picture of two guys fucking with his text. It made me laugh. And grateful to know that Tony thought of me even while he was at work.

I sent a swift text back: "Chatted with a lot of people in the Mountain... The Cottage is for kids and people looking for hearing problems... No luck so far... Unless you call getting stalked by a young master lucky... This beautiful-looking guy is following me around... But he's way too brutal for my first time... That's a pity... He seemed my type..." I sent the text with the picture I had taken of this asshole. As I put my phone away, I must have unknowingly switched it off. Because TJ did not seem to reply.

The security staff had removed Josh. Or so it seemed. So I decided to bide my time in the club's basement cruising maze. Back in the basement, I sat in one of the glory hole cubicles near the fire escape. Drinking the cold water and watching the bondage video that played on the TV. Stroking over my jeans and pinching one of my nipples a little. 

The two older leather masters in the video tortured the young twink they had kidnapped. Initially, the boy reacted like I would have done. Trying to struggle and scream. But the longer the scene went on, the more he started to like the brutally painful treatment from the masters. He got totally owned by them. And only near the very end they actually had sex with him. Unusually rough and nasty, but still. The boy got what he wanted in the end. An ass full of squirting man cock.

I had not even noticed that my hand had slid into my jeans. Nor that I was being watched from outside the glory hole cabin. I was about to check my phone to see if TJ had returned a message to my text. That's when I got distracted by a very hot-looking leather bulge pressed through the middle of three glory holes. The hidden cock inside the thick leather pants was evidently aroused. I could distinctly see the outline of it. The sight turned me on. It made me shiver as I slid automatically off the bench onto my knees in front of the hole. Mesmerized by the hot leather goodie bag.

I lustfully licked over the leather. Sniffing the intoxicating scent of the cowhide and piss. Pressing my lips over the shaft and moving them up from the fly to the side. Searching for the man's cockhead. "This is a big dude..." I thought hornily as my tongue started swirling around the tip.

But the cubical had three glory holes. The brute had his arms through the other holes. Making a grab for my face. If I had only moved away. Then I might have had a chance to escape the onslaught and call for help. But he forced me harder to the leather bulge. Shouting: "Lick it... Taste the leather, Bitch!... Who are you to call security on me..." Then I understood. I was in trouble. Trouble's name was master Josh. He smacked my head meanly against the partition wall a fair few times. Making me feel dizzy.

Pulling one of his arms back, I saw him whip his cock out in one fell swoop. Close up, his cock looked terrifying. He even had a tattoo on it. "Now suck it down deep, Boy!..." he screamed ruthlessly. As his hips thrust forward, both his hands prevented me from pulling back. The thickness of the 8-inch thing and the fact he held on tight made me unable to breathe or talk. Let alone scream or call for help. In a blink of an eye, the big mushroom cockhead lodged itself in my throat. What happened after that, I can't recall. I must have passed out. 

I came around just long enough to notice the fresh air. This creep had taken me into the alley behind the club. He had thrown me to the wall. Laughing as my body crumbled to the floor. Josh kicked and beat me. I was about to get robbed and raped, I thought in horror. Putting my chest over a stack of discarded tires. His groping hands searched for my wallet. As if from a far distance, I heard his angry cry when his search for money had turned up nothing. "Okay... No cash on you?... Then I am going to take it out of your ass!... Little filthy faggot!... I know how to deal with snitches like you!..."

The back seam of my new jeans got ripped open. Josh positioned my ass in the air. Squatting behind me to make me his bitch. I just lay there and had to take it. He was much too powerful, and I was still moving in and out of consciousness. Apparently, he expected me to scream and whimper like a bitch under his onslaught. But I kept quiet. Well, as calm as I could stay during his relentless beating. I felt his hot cock press against my pinched buttocks. But the creep still had not infiltrated my hole. I dropped off as I heard angry voices running from three sides towards us. Seeing flashlights and hearing heavy army boots stump up the alley.

I awoke suddenly when someone reassuringly said. "He will be okay... Keep an eye on him, but let him sleep it off... No lasting damage was done apart from the minor cuts and bruises." I was stark naked and felt someone pull a thin sheet over me. Too dazed to open my eyes, I fell back to sleep.

Feeling warm and fuzzy, I awoke in a comfortable bed. My bed, I realized. Somehow I had survived and been taken back home. But I wasn't lying in bed by myself. As I stirred, a familiar voice greeted me: "Morning, Sunshine... You've had an eventful night out... Haven't you, Brian?..."

The dude lying half-naked next to me was Mark Edwards. He had spent the morning with me in my bed. I was stunned and confused. I had no idea what had happened. But finding Mark lying next to me was the best thing that happened to me all night. He leaned over and kissed my cheek. I winched in pain as his hand wandered over my ribs. I enclosed my hand over his wrist when Mark quickly pulled it away. Putting it on my hips instead. Mark's arm brushed against my cock-head. I put my other hand on the back of his head and pulled him in close. 

"How are you doing, buddy?..." Mark asked after we finally broke the loving embrace.

"With you snogging me awake?... I am doing great!... Mark... But what the hell happened?... How come your sleeping with me?... I don't understand..." I said, utterly confused about the situation.

"Shush, Brian... I can explain!..." said Mark with a warm smile. "Your brother and his boyfriend... Nice guys, by the way... send in the Marines... They alerted the club staff simultaneously as I went out of the dungeon to find security... You gave me the slip all night... And well,... I was afraid you hated me after our phone call on Tuesday... Anyway... I told the security staff I heard the fire escape door open and someone getting dragged unwillingly into the alley..." said Mark.

"Okay... So you were the guy in the hoodie following me around?... Buddy... Don't do that... If you would have talked to me, you would have learned that I was looking for dick... Someone to deflower me and take my cherry..." I gasped as I said it. Looking straight into Mark's soul through his beautiful light blue irises. After a minute or two, or maybe it was an hour or two, I asked: "I still have not had a cock... So could you please... Fuck me... Oh, Mark... Please... But do it softly... And make it last... I want a man inside me... Mark, I want YOU to fuck me... Will you?"

Before I had finished my request, Mark had already slipped out of his boxers and moved between my legs. Still, he looked a little worriedly at me. Darting his puzzled eyes between mine, my twitching eleven-inch cock, and my butthole. So I told him: "It's okay... I am not that hurt... Only my ribs ache a little... Lube up that thing and put it in me... Then we can take it from there, buddy..." Like a puppy, Mark tilted his head to one side. Looking at the stack of condoms on my bedside table. 

"Man... Are you sure about this?... I thought you were scared of me... You told me I was... How did you put it?... 'a bit too brutal, judging by how I talk about my love life'..." asked Mark worriedly.

"Oh... that... I just wanted you to know I needed the first time to be soft and easy... I think I also said you could get a little rougher once we had done it a few times... I really like you, Mark... Fuck, I have looked up to you for years now... Please fuck me... Make me a man... Your man... Take my virginity and... " I stopped in my tracks. Blushing a little, I asked: "And breed me a few times... I like leather... I don't do rubber... Not with you anyway... But open me up slowly... I'll tell you when you can get wilder... I think you like it rough..." I sighed deeply, hoping this would put Mark's mind at ease.

"You do know that what I told you guys about my love life was more or less just talk?... Sixty percent of that was excessive smack talking... Right?..." asked Mark.

"Even better, Mark... Now, will you please stop thinking and start acting... I want you to FUCK ME... Lube up and slide it in... I want it... I have been waiting for a good man all night... Please do me NOW..." I half yelled in horny anticipation. And Mark did not disappoint. 

Mark put my legs over his shoulders as he moved to his stomach. Sucking my cock. Licking my hairless balls. Rimming my ass. Spitting a few times between my cheeks and letting his fingers ease inside. It was pure heaven. And Mark took his sweet time. I let my hands comb through his hair as he ate me out.

After the foreplay, Mark straightened up a little. Looking at my grinning face. I forstalled his question and said calmly but confidently: "Do it, Mark... Use some lube... Stick it in... And have some fun... I can take you..." Mark leaned forward. Hovering his body over mine. With his arms outstretched next to my torso as if he was going to do push-ups. Using one hand to aim, Mark guided his cock to my pucker. Resting his head against it, squirting a hefty dose of lube between my legs and over his rock-hard pole. I felt his dick flick over my puckered rose butt. Distributing the lube over it. 

Mark captured my gaze and concentration as I felt the pressure increase. I relaxed my muscles and felt Mark enter me. This was much better than the toys. This was damned hot. I let out a gasp of pleasure. While Mark stopped for a moment to let me get used to his cock, I put my hands on his ass cheeks. Pulling him slowly inside me. Now it was Mark's time to pant. My back door suddenly opened. Letting Mark slide past the outer ring. Slowly but steadily, I pulled Mark forward. Making him fill me up.

Mark lowered himself onto his elbows next to my torso now. He softly kissed me as he made damned sure he wasn't hurting me. Slowly he started to huff and moan a little as his hips began to gyrate. With every thrust forward, I grunted. Slowly egging Mark on. This was pure love. Nothing like the sex with the girls I had screwed. 

This was much more profound. Mark touched my soul as he started to properly fuck me now. Long and steady were his thrusts. Putting his dick balls deep inside me before pulling it nearly all the way out. I started anticipating his movements and pushed my ass up as he slammed down. Making the lovemaking much more pleasurable for Mark too.

With a sphincter that happily excepted the colossal cock I asked Mark to go a little faster. He kissed me and gently lowered his body onto mine. The motions got a bit shorter, faster, and a heck of a lot rougher. So much so that I started to feel my bruised ribs protest. But I bit away the pain. Letting Mark do what needed to be done. 

Our breathing, huffing, and moaning got a heck of a lot dirtier as well. I was getting fucked for the first time by a guy I knew all throughout my high school years. I wished I dared to ask him to do me much earlier. But quickly realized that I only discovered my thing for sex with guys a couple of weeks ago.

I asked Mark to slow down. This puzzled him a little. Asking: "I wasn't hurting you, was I, Brian?... I forgot you wanted it slow and steady... You're such a great fuck... Man, I wish I had known it could be like this... This is fun..."

"It's okay, brute... I just wanted to try something else... Get off me a sec... I want to try it doggy-style..." I said calmly.

"Fuck, yeah!... that's my favorite position!..." exclaimed Mark.

"Ha... How many guys have you had sex with before in a position like that?..." I sneakily asked.

"Well,... None... to be honest... Girls like that too, you know... But won't that be a little too rough?" Mark asked worriedly.

"Mark, If you hurt me... Then I will hurt you worse!... Please me... And I will take that horny tight ass of yours better!..." I hotly muttered. Stacking my pillows under my stomach. Twisting my ass into the air. "Mark?... If you need to cum... Fill my ass or my mouth... I don't like it too messy..."

With his eyes wide in surprise, Mark entered my boy-cunt from behind. As he started to slam his hips against my back, Mark gave my ass cheeks a bit of a beating too. I looked over my shoulder at the man. Telling him: "Go easy with that... I was roughed up enough last night... Honey... Just smack those hips to my ass and your balls to mine... Rip my hole open... So next time, we can do it much rougher... I like this... Fuck me... Yeah... Stick that cock in me... Pump those babies inside me, Mark... Take my ass... Breed me... Fuck me harder... Pump me full... That's it!... Give me that nutt... Load me up... That's the way to do it... Seed my ass... Pump it in deep..."

Mark screamed and snorted. He moaned and sighed rhythmically. Shooting stream after stream of cum deep into my gut. Slamming forward when he unloaded each shot of hot cum inside me. I could feel the hot jizz fill me up. Yet, Mark didn't stop. The horny fucker just kept pumping me. Pulling his dick entirely out a few times. And stuffing it back in with an almighty dirty grunt. Mark was enjoying it just as much as I did.

I had to make Mark stop. I was close to total ecstasy myself. And I needed a place to dump my load. Marks ass was the perfect place for it, I thought hornily. I pushed Mark out and rolled him onto his back. Scooting between his legs, I bent forward. I Placed Mark's feet against my non-existing pecs. A quick spit on my dick and a little squirt of lube was all it took for Mark's hole to swallow all of my eleven inches. Deeper and deeper, I penetrated Mark. I fucked his brains out. Seeding his mouth when I could not stand it any longer. I collapsed onto Mark. Totally out of breath and utterly satisfied.

Mark said: "Not too bad for your first time, Brian Jackson... I do hope we can?..."

"Oh, Mark Edwards shot up!... That is the wrong question!... All I want to hear from you is that you want me as your boyfriend... I don't have a ring for you... But I can give you an address for a nice leather store... We could go and buy matching jackets..."

Mark grinned. Saying: "I'd like that... You do look cool in leather... And as for that ring... Brian Jackson... Will you fuck me for the rest of your life... Love me, and hold me... Become my boyfriend?..."

We smiled, laughed, and cried a little. This was meant to be. And so it did. It was not until dinner time that we heard the doorbell ring. Tony, my brother, and his boyfriend, Daniel Carter, were the first to hear about our engagement. The four of us ate dinner and spent the rest of the evening and night in a hot double date. Getting to listen to their story of my daring rescue. 

My mom and dad were less pleased about my new looks or adventures. But I figured that's their problem. I found a new life, a new look, and the love I had been missing for eighteen years.

< The End >

PS. Mark and I moved to Cambridge two weeks after the exam results came in. Living in Daniel's pool house in the meantime. Both Mark and I were accepted into MIT and got a grant to boot. During our college graduation party, four years later, we got married. Living happily together ever after...

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