BBC at the Club

BBC – The Finale

It was well after 2am by the time we had finished our mugs of tea and returned to the dance floor. We decided to head for the ‘handbag’ floor on the first floor. The DJ there played nothing but dance/pop tunes – remixes of chart topping songs by people like Kylie, Pet Shop Boys, Gloria Gaynor – you get the idea. There was always a really happy, people really enjoying themselves atmosphere on this floor with lots of people flirting but not indulging in the sort of sexual acts regularly performed on the lower floor where we had been earlier. This was the party floor, full of sparkle and glitter and was the most popular place in the club.

Leon pulled me to the centre of the large dance area, guiding me through the tightly packed scrum of people dancing their tits off. We joined in with the crowd, bumping and grinding against each other and anyone else who cared to offer themselves to us. We were an attractive, sexy couple so we got lots of attention and we were soon wet through with sweat running down our half naked bodies and faces. This was why I loved recreational drugs – I could dance for hours with like minded guys with no aggro, only big smiles and roaming hands and mouths. I was in paradise, and having Leon with me for the night only heightened my sensibilities.

Eventually we needed a rest and headed for the men only dark room/chill out room in the basement. You could feel and smell the sex in the air as you walked through the door to the basement. Men were standing, sitting and lying around on big overstuffed sofas and armchairs. Many were naked, advertising themselves to you as you walked passed. Tops were usually easy to  spot as more often than not they would be standing against the wall, flies open, cock just visible, as they waited for that perfect Bottom to approach them. Some were friendly, some arrogant. I always ignored the latter as they were invariably so far up their own arses that sex to them was all about self-gratification, with the guy they were screwing simply there to please them. At worst you were merely a receptacle for their selfish cock and cum, at best you would be allowed to pull yourself off as the dick behind you fucked your arse with no intent other than to empty his nuts inside you.

The friendly ones were much more fun. Usually not quite as physically perfect as the hedonistic body beautifuls, the friendly Top guys had a sense of humour and made much better lovers, acknowledging that a Bottom is more than just a fuck-hole that needs filling. They were able to communicate and paid attention to your needs and desires as much as you did to theirs.

Most of the men on the sofas and chairs would be Bottoms or Versatile – that is that depending on how the wind was blowing they could top or bottom. The  corners of the room were dark with benches in them for the more adventurous ones amongst us who enjoyed being watched to use as fuck platforms. One was empty and Leon took me straight to it.

‘Take off your jeans and lay down on your back on there.’ He motioned to the padded bench that was at waist height. I did as I was told, rolling my jeans up and using them as a pillow. I was wearing only my socks and trainers. Leon took hold of my ankles, pulled my legs up and wide, positioned his massive cock at the entrance to my well used fuck chute and looked me in the eye. ‘Get some poppers Dan, you’re going to need them. I inhaled three great lungsful of the relaxing aroma  - as soon as I removed the bottle from my nostril for the third time, I felt my cunt being stretched as Leon’s mighty tool pushed passed my aching entrance and travelled full length into my hot, slick fuck tunnel.

I groaned with pure sexual pleasure. The feel of his enormous cock moving into me inch by inch, filling me totally with no quarter given triggered my every sense to a level above and beyond any so far reached that night. My whole body felt him moving inside me. The slightest touch anywhere on my torso, legs, arms – literally anywhere – had me moaning and caused shivers of ecstasy to run all over my skin. I took some more lungful’s of poppers, threw my arms over my head to push against the wall and began to meet his every thrust up with one of my own, downwards and onto him. Each time his bush was crushed against my taint he was as far inside me as he was able to go. Deeper in my spasming gut than any man had been before. My head thrashed from side to side. I cried out ‘Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Fill my cunt you black bastard.’ He rose to the challenge, holding me down on the bench by my hips as he pummelled and smashed my sloppy mancunt, harder and harder, faster and faster until with a mighty roar and final earth splitting push into me he unloaded another river of his precious seed into the depths of me. I push back onto him as hard as I could, squeezing mand clenching my arse and gut as much as I was able. He stood stock still, head thrown back, his magnificently muscled body straining every tendon as he pumped jet after jet into me. So much cum that I felt it running out of me while he was still filling me up. I was on planet Heaven. I tingled all over. My brain was swimming in a lake of wonder and fulfilment. My cock, despite the Viagra I had taken earlier was only semi hard as all my concentration was centred on the pulsing monster in my arse, and Leon wasn’t finished yet. Incredibly, as he recovered from his massive orgasm he began to slowly fuck me again and had soon established a smooth, regular rhythm of excruciating pleasure. I was breathing fast and irregularly as my body returned to the  ecstatic heights it had only briefly descended from.

Leon was like an unstoppable machine – in/out – in/out – in/out. A sexual metronome. It was almost too much for me to take and I could feel myself becoming more and more an object of sexual pleasure for both of us. Our lives were in his cock and my cunt. All other feeling was abrogated to the receiving and giving of pleasure. I had never experienced sex like this before and Leon told me later he felt the same. We seemed to disconnect from reality as we looked deep into each other’s eyes as his beautiful, perfect body made love to mine. There was only a wonderful feeling of sublime pleasure inside me as the cock I once thought too big to be truly enjoyable stroked it’s way in and out. I could tell from the look in his eyes that the tidal wave of orgasm beginning to engulf me had also swept him up in it’s thunderous power. Nothing was said, not a sound emanated from either of us as we came together. We were suddenly still, his prick buried deep in my pussy, hands locked together, eyes unwavering as our cocks erupted simultaneously. I felt another hit of scalding jizz coating my guts as my own spunk flew from my now rock hard cock covering my chest, face and stomach. As we finished we began to twitch and buck. Leon gathered me in his strong arms and we held each other tightly as the spasms of ecstasy gradually decreased and eventually stopped.

‘Get dressed mate. I’m taking you home. I can hear the hot-tub calling.’  I didn’t need to be asked twice. As we walked through her club towards the exit, many fingers were pointed at us along with knowing smiles. Several guys stopped us to thank us for the show we had provided, two tried to entice us to a private party so that we could be the floor show for them and their guests. One man even offered us money! But we wanted only each other, and within half an hour I was nestled between Leon’s legs, leaning back against his big, firm chest with his arms wrapped comfortingly around me as the hot water in the tub bubbled and flowed around us.

We spent the next couple of hours chilling, letting the effect of the drugs we had taken begin to wear off. It would be Tuesday before I was fully recovered but as I said, it was a price well worth paying for the amazing high experienced over the weekend. We stayed in the hot-tub until the water began to cool. As it was such a warm, mild night, and the sun would soon be breaking over the houses around us, we threw towels on the lawn and lay naked, side by side, letting the breeze dry us off as we shared another five-skinner. Leon rolled this one and it was much stronger than the one we had smoked on the way to the club. My mind was soon floating above my body and although I was totally relaxed I was also incredibly horny – despite or because of the sex I had enjoyed over the last seven hours or so. Dope has always increased my libido; the way it heightens all my tactile senses never fails to get my cock rock hard and my need to be fucked front and centre. Leon soon picked up on my need for his ministrations and as we lay on the towel he rolled me onto my side, lifted my leg high and wide and slowly pushed about half of his tumescent fuck pole into me. I felt my whole body respond in an accepting and grateful way as  he slipped inside my fully relaxed man-hole. Once he was sure I was comfortable he adjusted our positions slightly so that we could both relax, kiss, touch, smoke another joint and hit the poppers with ease as he slowly and steadily moved in and out of my fuck sheath.

Neither of us was interested in reaching a climax, the enjoyment we experienced was due to our total emotional connection that allied with the physical pleasure we were giving one another led to total immersion in the feelings we were sharing. Nothing else existed. The quiet jazz he had put on when we got to his house earlier became all we could hear apart from the sounds of two people making tender love.

How long we lay there, moving in harmony, I honestly couldn’t say. At some point I noticed it was dawn and the sounds of the world awakening around us began to intrude on our privacy. I turned my head and upper torso towards Leon causing his still incredibly hard erection to slip from my sensitive and tender arse. I suddenly felt very empty but at the same time full of satisfaction. I kissed his lips gently, ‘I think we should go in before your neighbours start moving around outside don’t you? Besides which I could murder a mug of tea.’

Leon help me to my feet and led me to the kitchen where I sat on a high stool and watched him brew a pot of tea for us. Once our mugs were filled he took me into the lounge where he sat on the sofa and rolled another spliff. When it was ready, he lit it then looked up to where I was sitting on the arm of the arm-chair watching him, taking in the manliness of him with my hungry eyes. I could find no fault anywhere on his perfect body. His skin was flawless. All muscles were in proportion with each other and his dick was still as hard as a rod of steel, his balls a big black sack holding tight to it’s thick base. It seemed to be the most natural thing in the world to walk over to him, place a knee either side of his legs and holding on to his shoulders lower myself onto his prick until he was once again balls deep inside me. I rocked back and forth as we smoked the joint and drank our tea, only resuming our erotic and deeply stimulating kissing once our mugs were empty.

Slowly, Leon took control and began to fuck me deep and hard. There was to be no gentle love making this time around. He was literally holding me off the sofa as his love stick pushed up hard inside my grasping gut. His thrusts became faster and faster and I could feel my own cock beginning to leak precum. Suddenly he pushed harder than ever and I was lifted high into the air as he threw back his head and roared. His man juice blasted into me filling me so quickly and completely that he was pushing it out as he was pumping it in. I grabbed my own cock and with a couple of swift tugs poured cum all over the two of us, screaming with passion as he slammed me down to the very root of his manhood.

It took us a while to recover from our shared orgasms and when we did, Leon stood with me in his arms, his monster cock still embedded in my arse. He carried me like that to the bathroom, turned on the shower then stepped under the soothing water pushing me against the wall as he leaned back against the one opposite. I slowly lowered my legs and dismounted my ebony stallion. We washed each other, dried off then got into bed where I was again enveloped in Leon’s powerful embrace. Exhaustion soon claimed us both and it was late Sunday evening before we woke. We ordered pizza and ate it in the hot-tub.

As Leon was on holiday I stayed with him for a couple of days. Days full of sex, fun and conversation. It was the beginning of a relationship that grew from fuck buddy, to friendship and finally to love. We moved in together within twelve months of meeting and have been together since, marrying as soon as we were legally able to.

My days of being a slut had ended – for all the right reasons. My beautiful black man with the cock of dreams became the love of my life negating any need I once had for a stranger’s attentions. Leon fills my body and soul, and I do my best to do the same for him, although we do allow the hot fireman he had told me about when we first met to join us in lust occasionally and every now and then we go to the sauna where he straps me in a sling and pimps me out for the night to anyone he feels is worthy of my still greedy hole.

I suppose that one day we will settle down and become a boring middle aged, middle class couple with more income than we know what to do with -  but until then? Well, there are drugs to take, spliffs to smoke and a big black cock to ride into the sunset.