BBC at the Club

Just before leaving the sauna with Leon, the magnificent stud who had fucked and filled me over the last two hours or so with his big black cock, I took my last bomb of speed and a Viagra. I knew from years of experience that by this time of the night I had had enough speed that although I would have a ball at the club and that sex would be amazing, without help from the little blue pill my dick would not be able to get to full erection. With it, I would be hard in half an hour and stay that way till tomorrow afternoon. I bloody loved it.

My body was now as heightened by the drugs I had taken as it would be. I would take no more with the exception of a couple of small joints I always smuggled into the club that would serve to relax and make me a little more mellow as the intensity and excitement of the night gained momentum. Right now I was hungry for cock, in another hour or so I would be ravenous for it, sucking, riding and wanking any decent dick that came my way. I was a choosy little slut, only giving myself to men I found attractive, although it is fair to say that I didn’t particularly worry about what type of man I went with. As long as he was fit, preferably muscular and had a dick at least as big as my seven inches I wasn’t bothered about age, ethnicity, height or, within reason, weight.

But tonight was different. Tonight I had Leon with me.

As we dressed I explained what I liked to do at the club on a normal night and that I was looking forward to showing him all it had to offer. We sat and talked about the drugs I was using for a while once we were clothed. He admitted that he did use speed and coke occasionally but due to the draconian measures his employer would take if he was found out, he had to be very careful. I have never understood the attitude of a society that allows, even encourages young men and women to go out night after night to consume as much alcohol as they can, get so drunk they can often remember nothing of their night out, and tolerates the violence and offensive behaviour that all to often results. People who take recreational drugs are, in my experience, loved-up to the max, happy, friendly individuals. I never witnessed violence due to drugs in the twenty plus years I took them. Sure you were screwed for twenty-four hours as you came down, but it was no worse than a hangover. So the fact that Leon could get drunk as often as he liked without any come back from his employer but could lose his job if he took drugs struck me as very hypocritical. But what do I know?

Leon smiled shyly, and looked even sexier if that were possible, as he admitted to using drugs occasionally. The only time he dared do so was if he was on annual leave for a few weeks, and, he explained with a twinkle in his eye, he had started a three week break only the day before. ‘So if we swing by my place on the way to the club I’ll get something special for us. If you want to that is?’ Of course I bloody wanted to. Leon on drugs and being able to fuck me for hours without a break was an opportunity I wasn’t going to miss. ‘Great, it’ll give me a chance to change as well these clothes just don’t cut it next to what you’re wearing mate.’ He was right, his faded blue jeans and slightly tatty t-shirt were not really dressed-up clubbing gear. I on the other hand was dressed to ensure every decent asset I had was on show. I did look pretty good in those days. My waist wavered between twenty eight and twenty nine inches whilst my chest never dropped below forty one. I was always tanned and smooth and I spent a lot of time and money choosing the right clothes and shoes to buy. That night I was wearing skin tight black jeans made from a stretch denim that was so thin you could see the outline of my helmet through it when I was hard. The seam up my bum settled beautifully into the crack between my buttocks ensuring my arse was presented perfectly, inviting others to grope and fondle it. I wore a sheer black muscle shirt that zipped-up at the front from top to bottom. My well defined upper torso and arms were on full show and as the evening wore on the zip would be slowly lowered until it was eventually fully unfastened exposing my well developed pecs and six pack. The top button of my jeans would also be open, sometimes the second one would follow dependant on how slut-like I was feeling, and eventually the shirt would be off and lodged in at the cloakroom for safe keeping. Occasionally I would give the club a miss and go to a men-only all night bar that was basically a glorified fuck shop and by midnight I was usually to be found walking round in nothing but a jock-strap and trainers. At the club I kept my jeans on. They weren’t always pulled up, but they were always on…….except when – no, that’s another story.

As it happened Leon lived only a ten minute walk from the sauna so we were soon there. He produced a wooden box that when opened revealed a stash of weed, coke and speed. I laughed in amazement,  ‘I thought you said you only took this shit occasionally?’

Leon laughed back at me, ‘I like to do it properly when I do.’ He leaned forward and kissed me. ‘and tonight I fully intend to everything properly.’ He brushed my lips with his, ‘including you!’ His smile sent a shiver down my spine and jolted my dick. ‘Don’t suppose you’ve got a spare little blue pill for me have you? Just to make sure everything works properly.’ I always carried spare Viagra, just in case I needed another. As a legal drug I could be open about them. I passed the blister-pack to Leon.

‘Help yourself.’ He popped one out and swallowed it. He then took a generous pinch of what I assumed was speed, dropped it in a glass of Coca-Cola and necked it in one.

‘We’ll do a couple of lines before we leave Dan, why don’t you roll us a nice fat joint to smoke on the way. As I got on with rolling a pretty decent five skinner, Leon disappeared into his bedroom to change, re-emerging just as I finished rolling the joint. He was transformed. Like me he now wore a pair of black stretch denim jeans that clearly showed he wasn’t wearing underwear. Above them he had donned a skimpy black vest that was a size too small. He was fucking gorgeous and I heard a growl fill the room as he walked in. I giggled when I realised it was me. ‘You like it then Dan?’ he slowly did a 360 degree turn, erotically cruising his hands over himself, eyes on mine, his breathing becoming faster, lust filled as he rubbed his nipples then his massively hard penis through the thin fabric covering them. He brought his thumb and forefinger to his mouth, got them wet then pushed the vest to one side as he gripped and twisted his big dark nipple. A hiss escaped his lips, ‘you want this don’t you white boy? You want this black buck to service you all night don’t you?’ I stood mesmerised, so full of lust I didn’t respond. ‘DON’T YOU?’ he growled loudly. I jumped back to life.

‘Yes. Yes I do.’

‘Yes you do what white bitch.’ I was a little shocked at this sudden show of dominance but must admit it turned me on even more.

‘Yes please sir, oh yes please.’

‘Good boy. That joint ready bitch?’ I nodded. ‘Let’s get going then.’

The walk to the club took us just over half an hour and we finished sharing the joint just as we got there. The club was sited next to the canal and directly opposite were steps that led down to the towpath and short tunnel under the road. Leon directed me to them and then led me into the tunnel. ‘Ever been fucked by the canal Dan?’ I shook my head.

‘No.’ My heart was racing and I could feel the blood pumping in my tightly constrained dick. Leon pulled me to him by the waistband of my jeans and quickly had my belt unfastened and my flies open. His hands moved behind me to the top of my jeans and he swiftly pushed them down exposing my pert bum. He turned me round and put my hand on the wall of the tunnel above my head. He then pushed my legs as wide as they would go. My jeans prevented me opening them very wide but it was enough for Leon to push his cockhead against my fuck-ring. His hand came up to my mouth, ‘Spit.’ I collected as much saliva as I could and spat it onto his waiting hand. I heard him do the same before he wiped it over my sphincter that was still responsive and quick to relax from the earlier attentions it had received. Leon pressed a bottle of poppers into my hand and told me to sniff. I didn’t need to be told twice. Half way into my second nostril he parted my cheeks with his hands and pushed his cock into me almost to the root in one smooth motion. The beginnings of a scream of pleasure formed on my lips only to be stifled by Leon’s hand firmly clamping itself over my mouth. ‘No noise bitch. We don’t want any attention.’ He was right of course but at that particular moment I wouldn’t have cared if the entire Birmingham Constabulary had suddenly turned up to catch us in the act. I was totally focused on the battering ram being fucked in and out of my now slick hole. The load Leon had pumped into me earlier now provided the best lubricant we could have asked for. My arse was used to his length and substantial girth now and the effect of the poppers ensured that I was soon power bottoming for this prime alpha male as he stood and enjoyed my grasping cunt eating every inch he had. His hand remained firmly locked in place over my mouth and is was just as well given that I was groaning and shouting into it with every slap of his balls against my taint. He suddenly took back control, holding me tightly round the waist with his other arm, preventing me from moving against him. I felt his mouth against my ear, ‘Want me to fill you up again white boy? You want this black man’s seed in your gut?’ I rolled my eyes and nodded furiously. ‘You got it boy.’ And with that he began to slam into me time after time almost lifting me off my feet every time his thick manhood buried itself to the root in my welcoming pussy. His strokes got faster and harder, deeper and deeper with each thrust until he suddenly clamped his mouth onto my neck, where it meets my shoulder, and bit and sucked me as he shot a torrent of hot jizz up and into my eager cunt.

I have only rarely experienced an anal orgasm and this was one of the first times. My cock was totally ignored as my arse spasmed and clutched at his invading tool. I felt myself produce what seemed like gallons of slick arse juice as he emptied his big balls inside me. I saw stars, trembled from head to foot and lost complete control over my body as I felt what I can only assume was a sort of orgasmic, nervous reaction to the excess stimulation I was receiving. I know that if Leon hadn’t been holding me up I would have collapsed in a satiated heap.

We stood, locked together, his massiveness pulsing inside me, my arms now wrapped around his as he gently held me up allowing me to collect my senses and regain control of myself. As soon as I was able to support my own weight again, he gently pulled his cock from out of me. There was a decided ‘pop’ as he left me that caused us both to giggle. He quickly pulled my jeans up telling me to fasten them before all of his ‘precious cunt lube’ as he called it escaped down my legs. Once we were both presentable he took me in his powerful arms and kissed me with passion and desire. As our lips parted he quietly told me, ‘My record is five arsefulls in one night. Let’s see if we can beat it.’

‘Fuck yeh.’ I whispered back. ‘I’m game if you are.’ He squeezed me in confirmation then handed me a small bottle-like object. ‘It’s full of coke, inhale like you do poppers and you get a nice hit from it.’ I put the gadget to my nose and sniffed. I coughed as I felt the white powder hit the back of my nose. ‘Both nostrils Dan.’ I knew what to expect this time so inhaled with a little more control. Within seconds I was flying high as a kite watching Leon sniff the precious powder up his nose.

We took our time climbing the steps back to the road and then walking the last few yards to the clubs entrance. Leon held my hand the whole time and once inside paid the entrance fee for both of us. He led me straight to the cloakroom where he unzipped my top and pulled it off me before handing it to the cloakroom attendant for safe keeping along with his own vest. As we walked away from the cloakroom hatch he told me that he wanted nothing to be in the way of our bodies rubbing against each other and his hands torturing my tits. To prove his point, as we made our way through the crowded bar at the front of the club he walked behind me with one hand firmly twisting and pulling at my right nipple causing me to pant and gasp as the exquisite pain shot straight to my bulging cock. When we got to the bar he stayed behind me pressing his body close to mine and grinding his obscenely large packet into the crack between my arse cheeks. Anyone watching would know what he was doing and that I was lapping it up like a bitch on heat. He ordered us a bottle of beer for each of us, paid then turned me round so that he was leaning with his back against the bar and I was pulled against him still with his cock pressed into my man-crack. He held his beer in one hand as he casually fondled and caressed my stomach and chest, occasionally giving my very erect penis a firm squeeze. The knowledge that people were watching him behave like this with me only served to heighten my desires and I wantonly pushed my arse back into him, grinding it on his monster meat, making him growl and me groan.

An attractive muscle queen with an impressive looking package came over to us and leaned in to speak to Leon, treating me like the piece of pussy I was. ‘Nice bit of cunt you got there mate, are you sharing?’

I felt Leon’s arm tighten round me and he pushed his cock firmly against me. ‘I might be. Why, you want some of this white boys pussy?’

‘Oh yes,’ replied the muscle queen as he looked me up and down lustfully. ‘Oh yes.’

‘What do you think Dan?’ whispered Leon. ‘Should I share you with this guy?’ His hand travelled down my stomach and slipped into the front of my jeans cupping my cock and balls. He squeezed firmly. I moaned reflexively and ground my bum against his semi erect cock. ‘I’ll take that as a yes then.’ He said something to the muscle stud then leading me by my jean’s waistband he headed into the main part of the club and the heavy-beat dance floor. The room was big with a balcony running round it on three sides. The music was always louder here than elsewhere in the club and only ever consisted of thumping, pulsing dark and dirty base type stuff. The lighting was infrequent and the large space was more shadow than light.

I was dragged up the stairs to the upper balcony and led to the darkest corner on the right hand side. Leon pushed me to the railings facing out towards the dance floor. ‘Put your hands on the rail Dan and don’t let go till he’s finished. Okay?’ I smiled and nodded, my anticipation and lust quickly taking over.

Leon unfastened my belt and flies and pulled my jeans down at the back, exposing my small round butt. He slid his hand down over my buttocks a finger slipping into my crack to push against my pulsing bud. Another hand slid round from my side to my stomach and I was pulled into a strong embrace. Looking down I saw that the arm holding me belonged to the muscle stud  who was soon licking and chewing my neck as Leon lubed up my hole and screwed two fat fingers into it. The white guy held me up as my knees buckled from the sudden shock of my arse being invaded so forcefully. I felt a fumbling behind me then Leon’s fingers were withdrawn and I recognised the feel of a hard fat helmet pushing into me. Muscle stud wasn’t as thick or as long as Leon but he was still impressively hung and he covered my mouth with his hand to prevent my crying out as with one firm push he filled me to the hilt. Leon came and stood next to me, his back to the railings, shielding me from view. When I looked at him he had a face splitting smile clearly enjoying watching the big white man’s cock splitting my cheeks. He leaned in and kissed me, muffling my moans and groans as the hard meat in my cunt pumped forcefully in and out. The kick I was getting from being used as a cum slut right there in the middle of the club was scintillating. My trapped dick was rock hard and painful as it tried to burst through the denim of my jeans, my nipples were being pulled and twisted mercilessly by Leon as the muscle queen increased pace and force just before he slammed every inch he had as far inside me as he could to shoot his hot load deep in my gut. With every subsequent rope of cum he shot into me he slammed me again, like he was trying to push me through  the railings in front of me. I could feel my own cock leaking as my prostate was smashed time and again and almost came when Leon began rubbing and squeezing it as my mancunt was filled to the brim.

The muscled queen pulled out, wiped himself on my buttocks giving them a light smack when he had finished with me. He tucked himself away, thanked Leon for the use of my arse  then walked away leaving me half naked, my arse hanging out with cum beginning to drip down my legs. Leon moved behind me and pulled my jeans up. Reaching round he fastened my flies and belt then stood hugging me as I recovered from the short but intense fuck.

We spent the next hour or so watching the main dance floor from the balcony with Leon regularly and when I least expected it pushing his hand down the back of my jeans and finger fucking my wet hole making me squirm in time to the pulsing, erotic beat of the music. Several times I was aware of other men coming close and watching what we were doing, rubbing their crutches suggestively in the hope that they would be invited to join us. Only one took my fancy, a tall, slim but athletic looking man with a goatee. He had removed his shirt which was hanging at his side, tucked through his belt. Leon allowed him to get close before indicating he should stop where he was. ‘You like this one hey Dan?’ I nodded.

‘Yes.’ He moved to the side positioning himself between me and the very attractive bit of knob. I saw him say something to the guy, who nodded, looked over at me, smiled then retreated into the corner shadows where he was barely visible.

‘Go and blow him, I’ll keep watch.’ I turned to go to the waiting man. Leon gripped my arm. ‘Just blow him though Dan.’ I looked at him questioningly, ‘I haven’t decided yet if he can have your arse.’ There was that confident, controlling smile again. Without much thought I went to do as instructed.

Mindful of the instructions he had given and that he would be watching all I did with the tall, athletic stranger, I resisted the urge to kiss him, although goodness knew I was aching to. His mouth was calling to mine, but once in front of him I fell to my knees and quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans open. He wasn’t wearing underwear so I was running my tongue along the length of his thickening cock in no time at all. He was circumcised, about the same length as me but easily half as thick again. I sucked the tip with my wet lips contemplating how I was going to get this beer-can of a prick in my mouth when he gripped my head tightly in both hands and forced his manhood past my teeth, over my tongue to the back of my throat. My lips stretched as wide as they could to allow him access and I reflexively brought a hand to his balls, pulling and rolling them around. I felt him shiver as he moved his hands to the back of my head and began to face fuck me, pushing hard against the back of my throat with every forward thrust. Soon my mouth was oozing thick saliva – this always happened to me when giving head if my body decided it was ready to be fucked. It was as if I produced my own lube to allow the cock being sucked a smooth entry into my mancunt.

The strangers hard fucking of my mouth was causing me to gag as I tried to take him further and further down my gullet. I could deep throat with the best of them but the thickness of this particular cock was causing me problems. My hands moved to his arse and I tried to alter my position so that his tool was at a more comfortable angle as it fucked my dripping, gagging mouth.

Bingo, I managed to get everything right and felt his cock slide down my throat till my nose was buried in his soft, divinely fragrant pubes. I heard him groan above the thumping music and within minutes felt him thicken and pulse as his first jet of spunk blasted it’s way to my stomach. The remaining four thick jets were delivered into the hot cavity of my mouth as he pulled back and allowed me to use my tongue and lips on him as he shot his sweet man seed and emptied his churning balls. His cum tasted amazing. It was sweet and thick with just the slightest hint of saltiness. I sucked and swallowed every last drop from him until the after-cum tenderness of the end of his cock forced us apart. The stranger reached down and helped me to my feet, without thinking I allowed him to fasten his beautiful, oh so kissable mouth on mine so that he could share the last few drops of cum still clinging to my tongue and lips. I so, so wanted him to fuck me it was almost painful. I wanted to feel that beer-can cock force my pussy wider and wider as it plunged into the depths of my cunt. He was still rock hard and more than ready to oblige but we both knew Leon was in charge and had the say as to whether or not I could add the strangers seed to his thick loads still coating my fuck channel.

I looked towards Leon who was smiling broadly at us. He took the strangers arm and led him into the  thick blackness of the corner where there was a strategically placed, upholstered bench seat. The club owners were well aware why many of us frequented their establishment and catered accordingly having created many dark and secluded places throughout the building for us all to fuck ourselves silly in. He sat the stranger on the bench then beckoned me over. He turned me round so that my back was to the seated stud, unfastened my jeans and pushed them down. ‘Take them off Dan.’

I obviously hadn’t heard him correctly, he clearly didn’t want me to get naked in the middle of a nightclub. No, I hadn't misheard him. I felt a smart slap on my exposed rump before Leon put his mouth close to my ear, ‘I said strip bitch.’ Another hard slap on my smarting ass. ‘Now,’ he growled. I could have walked away at this point, after all he wasn’t my owner, just a good fuck with a big cock but for some reason I did as I was told. I slipped off a shoe and pulled a leg out of my jeans putting my shoe back on and leaving my jeans bunched around my other foot. Leon pushed me back and I fell onto the stranger who quickly had me by the waist and guided me onto his lubed up cock – he obviously hadn’t been wasting time whilst I’d been removing my jeans. A bottle of poppers was pushed up my nose as I was forced onto the thick hard cock behind me. It was almost embarrassing how easily I accommodated him in my so, so hungry arse. I soon felt myself balls deep on him and pushed and ground my mancunt as hard as I could to ensure I had as much of him inside me as he could give. Leon stood guard over us obscenely rubbing the monster that was snaking down his thigh and looking me straight in the eye. ‘That’s it baby, take that thick white meat. Keep that sweet cunt stretched and ready for this big black cock.’

The heady mixture of drugs, sex and the fear of being caught drove me to fuck the cock inside me as though my life depended on it. Time and again I rose up and slammed down onto the massively thick dance pole inside me. I twisted and squeezed to give us both the maximum pleasure I could. As I lay back on the fit man beneath me, a hand on the bench either side of him, my own hard dick bounced about smacking against my legs and stomach, leaking copious amounts of precum. I completely forgot where I was and focused all my concentration on the mind blowing sensations emanating from my cunt. My neck was being chewed, my nipples pulled and twisted. I was close to fucking myself to orgasm when the man under me cried out and thrust upward into me so hard that he lifted my feet from the floor. He pushed harder and harder as he filled my twat with his boiling manjuice. He quite literally fucked his cum out of me, biting hard on my shoulder as he did so. His savage thrusts hit me in just the right place causing my cock to explode, spraying tick white jizz all over Leon, the floor and the two guys who unseen by me had come to watch me being so brutally used. I whimpered and gulped air as my explosive climax came to an end. The cock inside me, finally fully sated, began to deflate and slowly slipped out followed by a small river of hot cum. I heard myself groan with pleasure as I felt the warm juice trickle down my leg.

I was pushed from behind and made to stand up, arse leaking, cock dripping, jeans round my foot, bollock naked. I stood as tall and proud as I could, revelling in the attention I was receiving. Leon allowed the two men who had watched me being fucked to run their ands over me as they masturbated, their hands flying back and forth over their hard cocks. They explored my body, finger fucked my arse, pulled on my still hard cock and tweaked my responsive nipples as they beat off. I soon felt my left hand side being splattered with male nectar quickly followed by the man on my right directing his torrent of jizz onto my arse cheeks. I was a complete slut and was loving every fucking minute. From the smile on his face and the look of admiration he was giving me, so was Leon.

He said something to the two guys who had wanked over me and they left us alone, the stranger on the bench having departed whist I was being used as wank material. ‘Get dressed Dan. I think we need a coffee don’t you?’ and just like that the cum-slut and his master reverted to two ordinary clubbers in need of refreshment. That is if you can call being covered in cum as I walked through the club to the cafeteria normal.

We found an empty table and I grabbed it while Leon ordered two mugs of hot, sweet tea. I was aware that we were being looked at and I’ve no doubt that as many men were disgusted by our behaviour as were turned on by it. I really didn’t care. I was enjoying myself doing exactly what I had set out to do when I necked my first bomb of speed over ten hours ago. I also knew that Leon was loving every minute of our night together thanks to the constant reassuring smiles and squeezes to my arms and hands. A sofa in the café became available so we moved across to it, Leon sat first indicating he wanted me close to him with his arm wrapped round me. Once we were comfortable we sat in companionable silence drinking our mugs of tea and exchanging soft erotic kisses.

He told me about his job as a fireman and some of the men he worked with. He managed to make a simple thing like this into a quietly pornographic interlude by describing his colleagues in great detail and what he would like to do to a few of them with the big cock I was absentmindedly stroking through his jeans. ‘Do they know you fancy them? Do they even know you’re gay?’

‘One does. The young fit blonde one. He flirts with me whenever we’re alone. Never enough for things to get out of hand but enough to give me a big boner.’

‘Do you let him see it? Through your trousers I mean.’

‘Oh yeah. He sees it alright. I’m pretty sure he wants to really see it if you know what I mean, but he’s still afraid of anything outside of the man/woman, missionary position type of sex. I’ll get him one day.’

‘What will you do when you do get him? You’ll have to take it nice and slow if you’re his first. You could split him in two if you don’t.’ He chuckled.

‘Yeah, rip his boy-pussy. Make the arrogant little bitch scream and beg me to stop.’ He was really getting into it now, his cock even bigger and harder, blatantly snaking down his thigh. His breathing was faster, more urgent, as he fantasised.

‘Sounds more like rape than sex if you ask me.’ I joked. ‘He’d certainly know what to do with long hoses and shiny helmets by the time you’d finished with him.’

‘Yeah,’ he agreed with a giggle. He took my mug from me, ‘Come on, let’s go do some dirty dancing.’

To be continued.