Okay guys, after the heaviness of my last story, and before we go back to Miami to see what the gang is up to, I thought a fun story might be in order. It’s a quick one and done, I hope you enjoy it.
A Night at the Club
I plopped down in my recliner and grabbed my remote. I started to scroll through the Netflix menu trying to find something I haven’t already seen. This has become my usual Saturday night routine for the last six weeks. Ever since Tim, my last boyfriend and I broke up, I just haven’t had the desire to get back on the dating horse.
Tim and I dated for a little over a year and things just kind of went stale. Oh, at first the sex was great and we did have fun going out. For a while. We soon learned that we each had different ideas of what fun was. I realized that I was doing what Tim liked to do, just to make him happy, I didn’t enjoy any of it at all. I’m sure he was doing the same for me. We finally decided to go our separate ways. Honestly, it was kind of a relief.
Just as I started watching some movie that I had never seen before, my phone started to ring. It was Toby, my best friend from college.
He excitedly said, “Liam, my buddy, shit, shower and shave. I am picking you up in half an hour, we are going out to have a little fun.”
I laughed. Toby and I met the first week of classes. We were at a party playing truth or dare, and someone dared us to play a game of gay chicken. Since we were both gay, neither of us were chicken, we just put on a show for the rest of party guests. We didn’t go all the way in front of the party goers, but we kissed and groped each other. We went back to his place after the party to finish what we had started. We have been best friends ever since, although we never dated seriously while we were in college.
We couldn’t be more different. Toby is outgoing, talks to anyone and instantly becomes their friend and is never ashamed to be himself. I prefer to blend into the scenery and not make any waves. I’m always friendly and will talk to anyone, but usually they just have to start the conversation. I guess you could say we are the classic extrovert/introvert duo. I suppose we did balance each other out. He pushed me to step out of my comfort zone, and I would be the one to pull him back in from time to time.
We tried to date after we graduated from college. It was one of those, if you’re still single and I’m single at this age, we will get together pacts. We decided a good way to start our relationship was to take a weeklong vacation. By the end of the trip, we learned that we were much better suited to be friends than boyfriends.
I wouldn’t say we were Oscar Madison and Felix Unger, but I did prefer to keep my things put away and Toby was happy with a bit of clutter. While I liked to fold my clothes right out the dryer and wash my dishes as soon as I finished eating, Toby was glad to pull clothes out of the dryer as he needed to wear them. Dishes were also not a priority for him. His attitude toward dishes reminded me of a comedian I heard many years ago. In is act the comedian said that a single man would not do dishes until he absolutely had to. He said he realized this as he was chasing the last Fruit Loop around the bundt pan with a measuring spoon. That was definitely Toby. Even though we are so different, we have remained good friends to this day. There is nothing that either of use wouldn’t do for the other.
I sighed, “And what kind of fun did you have in mind?”
I could still hear the excitement in voice, “Just get ready, I’m not letting you sit home by yourself for another Saturday night. Just be sure to wear your sexiest underwear because you never know what might happen.”
I chuckled, “You know very well that I don’t own any sexy underwear.”
He didn’t miss a beat as he said, “Then don’t wear any underwear. You now have 25 minutes to get ready.”
I knew he wasn’t going to let me off the hook, I sighed, “Fine.” I ended the call. What Toby didn’t know was the last time I was browsing online to buy my usual black boxer briefs, the site had one of those, ‘you might also like’ boxes. They suggested a bright red thong to go along with those black boxer briefs. On a whim, I took their suggestion. They did warn that the thong tended to run slightly small and suggested that you order a size larger than you normally wear. I didn’t listen and ordered my usual size. I did try them on, and they were a bit snug, but I did look pretty good, if I do say so myself. That was the only time that I had the guts to wear that thong though.
After my shower, I took a deep breath and dug to the back of my drawer. I stood in front of the mirror as I pulled the red thong on. I shrugged; they didn’t leave much to the imagination. I wasn’t huge by any means, but I had nothing to be ashamed of in the size department. Flaccid, I was about 3 to 4 inches long, but hard I stretched to 6 ½ to 7 inches, depending on where I held the ruler. I guess I was a decent thickness too. I think the main reason the thong was so tight was because I have some decent sized nuts. Not huge, but slightly bigger than most I see in porn videos. I shook my head, I don’t know what Toby had planned, but I was sure no one was going to see my thong tonight.
As soon as I had my shoes on, Toby came bursting through my door and led me out to his car. He was still refusing to tell me where we were going. He just kept telling me that I was going to have a blast. I chuckled as we pulled into the parking lot of Harry’s Hideaway.
Harry’s was a gay club that had strippers every Saturday night. Other nights they would have a drag show and would bring in a DJ on most other nights. I had been there a few times before, but not on a night when the strippers preformed. I looked over at a grinning Toby.
I sighed, “Seriously?”
He nodded, “What better way to spend a night? Having a few drinks and watching some hot guys strut their stuff.”
I shook my head, “Fine, but we aren’t going to stay until they close.”
Toby rolled his eyes, “Just relax, you might have fun.”
He drug me out of the car and into the club. It was still about half an hour before the show started. We went to the bar to get a drink and then went to find a table. Once we sat down, Toby picked up the flyer that was laying on the table.
He said, “Oh wow, these strippers are from out of town. They are part of a traveling group, like the Chippendale dancers, except these guys go totally nude.”
I took a drink, “Who does the club usually have dance?”
Toby said, “The other times I have been here, it’s mostly been local guys. Most of them are college students trying to earn some extra money, they’re pretty hot. But there are also some guys that think they are hotter than they actually are. They are all just amateurs. Tonight, we get to see real professionals.”
I chuckled, “So, no dad bods tonight, huh?”
Toby shook his head as he leaned in close to me and said, “The last time I was here, the dancers came off the stage and worked the crowd. They all let the audience touch them, and a few even let some of the crowd suck their cocks.”
I said, “I would guess that this out-of-town group might not allow that to happen.”
He shrugged, “I don’t know, but a guy can dream, can’t he?”
A minute later, the strobe lights began to flash and the music picked up, the show was about to start. The DJ said, “Let’s welcome, all the way from Las Vegas, the world famous, Dreambodies Dance group. The crowd cheered and clapped as the spotlight lit up the curtain in front of the stage.
The DJ continued, “Introducing our first performer tonight, let’s give it up for Cool Hard Luke.”
The curtain rose revealing an old western saloon backdrop as a cowboy entered from the side. He was wearing a western shirt, chaps, pistol belt complete with two six shooters and of course cowboy boots and hat. As he spun around the for the first time, he received a round of applause when we saw his bare ass through the chaps. He quickly ripped his shirt off and of course had a ripped chest and rippling abs. The chaps flew off next to display a black thong that was the only thing restraining an impressive bulge.
A few more spins around the stage and he was down to just the boots, thong and hat. He stepped off the stage to start working the crowd. He was covered in hands exploring his chest, abs and ass. Apparently, touching was going to be permitted tonight, much to Toby’s delight. A minute later, he stepped out of the thong and was rubbing it on the face of a lucky audience member. The next thing I knew, he was getting a blow job from one guy, then moving on the another. After about 5 guys sucked his impressive member, he held onto the head of the last guy that had sucked him. He was jacking his dick with the other hand and seconds later, he was shooting a load of cum all over the guy’s face. Cheers again filled the club.
A minute later, the lights went back up on the curtain that I didn’t even notice had been closed. The DJ said, “Handy Andy is up next, and he wants to show his special tool.”
The curtain opened to a construction backdrop as a man appeared in a hard hat, plaid shirt, jeans, tool belt and work boots. The shirt and jeans were soon ripped off to reveal a white jock under that tool belt. He left the tool belt on the stage as he jumped off of the stage, his jock was soon tossed away as the blow jobs began again. Just as last time, he drained his trouser snake across the face of another lucky audience member.
Toby and I had sat toward the back and so far none of the dancers had made their way to us. I could tell Toby wanted to get his turn with one of the dancers. As Handy Andy left, the curtain went open again, and a Fire Fighter in full bunker gear slid down the pole that I hadn’t noticed was in the center of the stage. I thought I was going to have to physically restrain Toby, he has always had a thing for firemen.
The bunker gear was soon laying on the stage as Fireman Frank began to work the crowd clad in a blue jock. He made his way to the back where Toby and I were sitting. The jock had long come off as Toby went to his knees and Frank happily fed him his hose. Toby grabbed Frank’s ass, he was going to get his cum if he had to follow him home after the show. Frank grinned and eagerly let his load cover Toby’s face.
I chuckled as Frank walked away and Toby stayed on his knees, cum dripping down his face. He was still licking his lips trying to get every drop. Toby sat back in his chair and said, “I think I’m in love.”
I laughed, “I’ll bet you say that about all the firemen that cum on your face.”
Again, the curtain opened to a new backdrop and dancer. The doctor in scrubs in an exam room. The cop that was walking the beat on the street. The soldier in camouflage fatigues and there was even Zorro in just a cape, mask and white thong. They all danced around the stage and then worked the crowd and were rewarded with getting their cocks sucked. There were also more lucky audience members getting a facial.
To be honest, it was pretty hot. I guess I was glad that I let Toby talk me into coming with him tonight. The dancers hadn’t returned to the back of the room, but I wasn’t sure if I would have sucked any of the dancer’s cocks anyway. Toby did try to get their attention, but luckily he had not been successful.
I was starting to regret wearing my thong, all the action I was watching was causing to be a bit… tight. I looked at my phone, it had already been over two hours, and I think they were down to the last few dancers. I guess we might as well stay until the end now. The next two dancers finished, just as all the others had done. They really did have every type of guy, with every hair color and every body type. If you didn’t see a guy that didn’t turn you on, you were either too picky or you weren’t gay.
Once again, the spotlight was on the curtain as the DJ said, “Our final dancer for the night just flew in on his magic carpet and wants to take you for a ride. Put your hands together for Aladdin.”
The curtain flew open to reveal an Arabian type of backdrop. In the center of the stage was a black box that blended in with the black stage. On top of that box was a carpet that must have had a fan under it. It looked like a magic carpet flying through the air. On top of the carpets was the most beautiful man that I have ever seen. He had the typical dark skin, hair and eyes of most middle eastern men. He was wearing only a vest, a Turbin and a pair of shear pants that ended in the middle of his shins. As he stood up and jumped off the rug, I got a better look at his body.
His muscular arms protruded out of the sleeveless vest. The vest opened as he spun around the stage, showing off his large pecs and 6-pack abs. As he threw the vest to the floor, I gasped at the funnel shaped fur that stretched from nipple to nipple. It then tapered to a thin line down his stomach to the top of those shear pants.
As he danced around the stage, you could see right through those pants. He was wearing a thong that framed a perfect round ass with just the right amount of wiggle. He tossed the Turbin to the side as his long black hair flowed down to his shoulders. Another spin around the stage and he gripped the sides of the pants and gave them a tug. Cheers filled the room as Aladdin was now only clad in a bright red thong.
Holy shit, we were wearing the same thong, I even saw the same logo stitched across the waistband. As Aladdin made his way off the stage, hands began to grope his entire body. He began to swat the hands away that were trying to pull at the thong. Evidently he wanted to extend the show. I wasn’t complaining, but I did kind of want to see what he was packing in that thong.
As he got about halfway across the floor, his eyes met mine. I felt my heart skip a beat as he gave me a mischievous grin. I quickly looked behind me, surely he wasn’t looking at me. Was he?” His smile widened as he continued to walk directly toward me.
Toby gasped, “Oh my God, he is coming right you. He wants you to suck him.” I was just too stunned to respond.
Aladdin stopped in front of me and whispered in my ear, “You want to take a ride on my magic carpet?”
I’m sure I looked like an idiot as I just stared at him with my mouth hanging open.
Toby hit my shoulder and said, “Hell yes he does. It has been too long since he has taken a ride on anyone’s magic carpet.”
Before I could even close my mouth, let alone respond, Aladdin scooped me up in his arms. He smiled at me and turned to walk back to the stage. I had my arms wrapped around his neck as I stared into those incredible eyes. For some reason those eyes and that smile just put a spell on me, I think Aladdin could have done whatever he wanted to me at this point.
He walked up the steps and gently laid me down on the carpet, the smile never leaving his face. He whispered, “Just relax and tell me if you want me to stop.”
I don’t think I could have formed any words, even if I did want him to stop. He took me by surprise when he leaned down and gave me a long passionate kiss. In the background, I heard a loud cheer and a round of applause. Aladdin broke our kiss just long enough to pull my shirt off, I simply lifted my arms to help him out.
He threw my shirt on the floor and then laid on top of me for another kiss, our bare chest tight against each other. I could feel his hard cock pressed against mine as I leaked out a load of precum. I glanced at the mirrors on the side of the stage and noticed our contrasting bodies. My pale skin against his brown, my blond hair to his black, his muscular build to my slim frame. My 5’ 8” runner’s body weighing in at about 140 pounds, his 6’ frame was surly at least 200 pounds.
Once again, he broke our kiss and smiled as he left more kisses down my chest. As he got to the top of my jeans, he grinned as he saw the wet spot that he had coaxed out. He leaned down and began to suck my precum right through my jeans. Thankfully, he stopped before I shot my entire load.
He ran his hands down my legs and in one smooth motion, pulled my shoes and socks off, tossing them across the stage. He lifted my legs and gave both of my big toes and quick kiss; his eyes were still locked on mine. His hands went back up my legs, and he started to unbuckle my belt. My jean’s button and zipper were next to be manipulated by his nibble fingers. The grin returned to Aladdin’s face as he started to pull my jeans off. My heart pounded as I lifted my hips.
Once my jeans had joined the rest of my clothes on the floor, Aladdin’s smile only got bigger as he looked at my thong. Once again he laid on top of me and whispered, “Nice choice of underwear.” I’m sure my face turned as red as my thong. He again kissed down my chest and stomach until he reached the waistband of my thong.
He bit the elastic and began to tug, again I lifted my hips to make his job easier. My aching cock was finally free of the tight confines of that thong. It fell onto my stomach with a thump and a loud cheer from the crowd. That was when I suddenly remembered where I was and I also became aware of the fact that I was completely naked and Aladdin was still clad in his thong.
He ran his hand up my leg and gave my cock a gentle stroke, coaxing out another drop of precum. He immediately leaned down to lick it up, sending a shiver through my entire body. He moved between my legs and inhaled my manhood. My hands instinctively went to back of his head as Aladdin started to bob up and down.
He released my cock and said, “Hang on.”
Oh shit, what was he going to do. He latched back onto my cock, put his hand under my ass and my legs up on his shoulders. I grabbed the back of his neck as he stood up, my legs hanging over his shoulders and my cock buried in his mouth. He turned around and my exposed ass was now in full view of the audience. Oh hell, I didn’t care anymore, I was just enjoying the ride.
Aladdin moved back to the carpet and laid me down; I reached for his thong. He grinned, “Would you like me to take that off.” Still unable to speak, I just nodded. He moved up to my face and said, “With your teeth, just I like did to you.” I, of course, had no problem with that. I bit the elastic and pulled down.
The most beautiful, uncut cock popped out and slapped me across the forehead. Another cheer from the crowd only egged me on. I licked up one side and down the other, slurping up every drop of precum that I could. Aladdin moved over me as laid back on the carpet, I sucked his cock in as he leaned down to do the same to me.
After we sucked each other for a few minutes, Aladdin pulled my legs up and spread them apart. My hole once again exposed to the entire crowd. He gave my nuts some loving before I felt his tongue lick my pucker. I groaned as I let his cock fall from my mouth and I pulled my legs up even further.
Aladdin chuckled, “You like that, huh?”
I nodded and quickly rolled over to be on my hands and knees, the audience cheered. They had already seen everything I had to offer, no need to be modest now. He moved behind me and let his tongue works its magic. I was in heaven.
After Aladdin had licked my hole for what seemed like hours, I finally found my voice. I squeaked, “Fuck me.”
Within seconds, he grabbed the bottle of lube that was strategically placed behind the box that the carpet was on top of. Aladdin pushed a lube coated finger into my hole and then a second. While that was incredible, I wanted that big uncut cock inside me. Thankfully, I didn’t have to wait too long, I was soon stretched to my limit as more cheers and applause filled the room.
He leaned over my back as he picked up speed and kissed the back of my neck. I watched in the mirror as his cock was going in and out of my ass. God, it was so hot. After Aladdin hit my sweet spot countless times, he whispered, “I want to see your face while I fuck you.”
He pulled out and I quickly flipped onto my back and pulled my legs up. I wanted to see his face while he fucked me too. We again got back into rhythm and were kissing. He panted, “I’m close, where to do you want my cum?”
I gasped, “On my face.”
Aladdin grinned as he gave me one more pump, then pulled out and straddled my stomach. He stroked his cock a few times and nodded. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out. His cock began to spit out a huge load and over my face and chest. I was licking my lips trying to get every drop. He came down and licked my chin and fed me what he licked up with another kiss.
After our kiss, he smiled, “It’s your turn.”
I assumed he was going to jack me off and I was completely happy with that. Instead, he coated my cock in lube and moved back and impaled himself on rock-hard manhood. My eyes rolled back in my head as I grabbed his hips, and he began to bounce up and down. He said, “Tell me when you are close.”
I nodded and a few minutes later, I felt my baby batter start to churn. I signaled that I was close and Aladdin climbed off me and began to stroke me, his tongue licking my piss slit with every stroke. On the next stroke, I released my load all over his tongue and face. Once my spasms stopped, He came up for a kiss.
We shared a cum flavored kiss as the crowd went wide. Once I came down from my post nut high, I remembered where I was. I had been so caught up in the moment I forgot that everyone was watching us.
Aladdin smiled, “Are you good.”
I swallowed hard, “Never been better.”
He chuckled, “I think you have some fans now. Come backstage with me and we’ll clean up.”
He stood, took my hand and turned us toward the audience. We took a bow and then jogged off stage. All the other dancers gave us a hand as we entered the dressing room. Many of them were still naked, they had been jacking off watching us put on our show.
Aladdin led me to the shower, and we kissed again as we stepped under the water. Fireman Frank joined us and said, “We have a show just two hours away next week, you should come and bring your friend. It’s my turn to dance last and I would love to bring him up on stage.”
I chuckled, I’m not sure if I should tell Toby about that, I know he would make me go with him. We finished our shower; someone had brought my clothes into the dressing room. I dressed and Aladdin and I said our goodbyes. I walked out to find Toby; he was waiting by the front door for me.
He grinned as I walked toward him, “Dude, that was incredible. I told you we were going to have fun tonight.”
I sighed, “Yeah you did. I guess I should thank you for getting me out of the house.”
He slapped my shoulder as he said, “I thought you said you didn’t own any sexy underwear.”
I chuckled, “I guess I have one pair.”
Toby asked, “So what was the dressing room like?”
I sighed, I knew he would have lots of questions. I said, “It was like a locker room, we took a shower and Fireman Frank joined us.”
His eyes went wide, “No way!”
I nodded, “Yep, and he invited me to his next show and said to bring you along. He gets to dance last and I think he may invite you on stage.”
Toby couldn’t contain his excitement, he said, “We are so going to that show. Can I borrow that thong?”
I laughed, “Hell no, my Arabian Prince said he would be wearing his, so I’ll be wearing mine.”
The End.
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