Quentin's first party

Quentin at the Club

The music thumped in Quentin’s ears and the bass vibrated through his chest. He could feel the floor vibrating through his shoes. The air was thick and smelled of sweat and alcohol. The only light was from the strobing lights above and the neon lights along the wall that changed colors in time with the music. Quentin sipped his drink and tried to peer through the sea of bodies to spot Leo. 

The crowd was dressed in an array of outfits, but mostly barley clothed. Many of the men were shirtless, a few with even less on. Some people had on simply thongs that left nothing to the imagination. He thought he saw a guy completely nude but he wasn’t sure in the low light. Leo had told him it was a dance club, but don’t be surprised if he saw a few guys having sex right there in the floor. As Leo put it “you never know what’ll happen here.”

Quentin had heard stories about guys having an orgy on the dance floor while others danced around like it was nothing. He wasn’t sure if it was a rumor or actual event. But as he looked around, he believed there may have been some truth to it. Most of the men were grinding on each other, a few kissing. A few danced in risers along the wall and the front stage. He wasn’t sure if they were go-go dancers or patrons that wanted to stand out. They all had on Speedos and leather boots so perhaps they actually worked here. Quentin thought it was simply a gay club but he doubted that. He felt a little out of place in his t-shirt, shorts, and converse. He would have worn jeans if it wasn’t the middle of summer and he was afraid of getting too hot and sweaty. 

He stood against in a corner at the back of the dance floor and texted Leo again. Perhaps he was outside somewhere? He could see a door towards the back, a few people walked in and out in swim trunks and speedos. So perhaps the pool was open. He slowly made his way outside snd breathed in the cool air. The pool was lit along the perimeter, and the lights inside the pool changed colors, the water switching from a fluorescent blue to green and then red. Many people were lined along with their plastic cups, but no one really swimming. His phone finally buzzed. 

Leo: come outside. Past the front door. 

Quentin realized his friend was in the courtyard. The crowd wasn’t as huge as inside but it was still a decent size. He spotted Leo with ripped shorts on, his tank top tucked into his back pocket. His broad muscles and arm tattoos were on full display. The group of men around him were dressed in leather outfits and harnesses. Some in jeans but he saw one in chaps and a thong. Quentin greeted his friend as he approached. 

“You having fun?“ Leo asked him. Quentin nodded. 

“Oh, he’s cute. What’s your name?”

The guy with the chaps smiled and leaned closer to him. Quentin answered him in a soft voice before clearing his throat. 

“He’s shy,” Leo said with a laugh. 

The rest of the men cooed at him. 

“So you’ve never been here?” The man with the harness asked him. Quentin shook his head. 

“So he’s a baby-gay.”

Leo put an arm around Quentin’s waist. “Sort of. Trying to break him out his shell.” Leo smiled at him and there was a bit of warmth to it. This was the side of Leo that always made him swoon. The soft voice, the prideful smile, as if he and Leo were more than just friends. But Leo didn’t do relationships. But this felt good and sometimes Quentin just wanted to pretend that he and Leo were in fact an item. 

The men continue to talk as Quentin took in the rest of the scenery. There were men wearing leather outfits and other clothing that showed off much of their skin. He found it fascinating the different bodies on display. Some people were much bigger, others smaller like him, some muscular, other with a lot more mass to them. But it was night to be confident and Quentin was feeling a bit overdressed but too scared to remove anything. He wasn’t built like his friend but he also didn’t have on an outfit like the rest of the men. Perhaps he could sit by the pool or at another area of the club. But soon Leo squeezed him as he and a few of the men headed back inside. 

He was hit again with stifling air again. The bass music and the shouts and cheers. He could see neon bracelets and necklaces hanging off of bodies but he couldn’t see anyone’s face. Just dark clothes, neon lights, and skin. He glanced up at the dancers in stage and he thought he saw a guy completely naked. He wasn’t so sure against the darkness and dim flashes of light. 

Leo dragged them to the bar again where the guys in leather stood. He spotted another guy in a harness and leather chaps but this time with his butt complete exposed. No underwear on underneath. He was faced away from Quentin so he wasn’t sure if the front was completely exposed to. 

All the bartenders were shirtless with Speedos on as well. The one taking their orders had piercings through both nipples. Quentin’s eyes wondered down and noticed the guy’s underwear. It exposed the very top of his groin, the base of his penis. If the man popped an erection, his dick might pop right through the underwear. He glanced down the bar to see two men kissing passionately, their tongues darting back and forth in each other’s mouths. The men in either side were lost in their own conversations as if nothing was out the ordinary. 

Leo pushed a shot in front of him and then another glass of clear liquid. He wasn’t sure what it was but he figured he’d need more alcohol if he were to enjoy the night. 

“Tell your friend he’s wearing a bit too much.”

The bartender nodded over to him with a smirk on his face. Leo grabbed the glass from him and then took his shirt off. 

The bartender winked at him. “There you go. Show that cute body off.”

Leo joined in. “I tried to take his pants off but he wouldn’t let me.”

Quentin looked at him with a wide stare. 

“Aww, come on,” the bartender continued. “You might as well join in with everyone else.” 

Quentin looked at Leo. “You still have your shorts on.”

Leo unzipped his pants and opened flaps, the base of his dick showing that he had no underwear on. Quentin stared at him again.  

The bartender cheered him. “See your friend came prepared.”

Leo handed him another drink as the bartender was busy with another patron. He slung Quentin’s shirt over his shoulder and started a conversation with the man beside him. This time the guy with the leather chaps turns around and Quentin’s suspicions were confirmed. This new guy had no underwear on at all. He had a Prince Albert piercing through the tip of his dick. Quentin was realizing the rumors about the club were true. 

After a few minutes, Quentin notified he was headed to the bathroom. Leo held him by the jaw, kissed him, and told him to hurry back. This was the first time Leo had kissed him in public and he almost forgot how bad he had to go. But Quentin broke away from the trance and followed the signs to the bathroom. 

He was not prepared for what he was about to see. He took a wrong turn down the hallway and opened a door to what seemed like a big VIP room. Except it was too dark to be a regular room. There were tv screens in the corner with naked men dancing and kissing. The room was bathed in red light with several people spread out. A few laid along couches, a few standing and kneeling against the wall. The room was filled with grunting and moaning and the sound of flesh slapping together. One man near the door made eye contact as he stroked himself. He licked his lips and beckoned him to come closer. But Quentin backed out of the room and headed down the opposite direction to the bathroom. 

No one was inside so he could finally breathe. His head felt slightly tipsy. He was debating if he should go home or stay with Leo. And what about that kiss? Quentin felt it would be wrong to leave after that. He had an uneasy feeling in his stomach. Leo would tell him to just relax, enjoy the moment. After a few minutes, Quentin made his way out of the stall. As he washed up, another man came in and Quentin couldn’t help but stare. The man was in nothing but sneakers. His whole backside was sculpted like a bodybuilder. His legs were toned, his butt was firm. The guy used the urinal and then strolled out before Quentin was done drying his hands. 

He slowly made his way back to the dance floor but slightly panicked when he realized the group was no longer beside the bar. Perhaps he should go home after all. But then Leo had his shirt and he figured he’d need to be fully clothed before he drove home. He texted Leo and walked to the bar for another drink. There was no sign of Leo in the dark sea of bodies on the dance floor.  

However, something else caught Quentin’s eye. The muscular man was now on the risers dancing and still completely naked besides his sneakers. In fact, many of the dancers were also nude, their hung cocks swaying in the air. He glimpsed someone bent over the riser, his body bouncing back and forth. Quentin peered closer and realized another guy was fucking him from behind. 

Quentin turned back to the bartender. “Have you seen my friend?”  

“He went somewhere in the crowd. Good luck finding him.”

So Leo was dancing and somehow didn’t feel his phone. Quentin took a deep breath and gulp of the strong drink and then made his way through the crowd. He figured he would grab his shirt and then head home. The sex party at Leo’s was one thing. This was slightly out of his comfort zone.  

He passed by nude men dancing and fucking sucking each other off. All the while strobe lights and disco balls glittered around the bodies. Still no sign of Leo. He was about to give up when he felt a hand around his arm. It was Leo but this time completely nude. Leo grabbed his hand and dragged him to the side of the room where there were fewer dancers. He leaned against the riser casually, as if nothing was out of place. 

“Where are your other friends?” It was the only question Quentin could get out. 

Leo shrugged. “Probably in a room somewhere or out back.” He began unbuttoning Quentin’s shorts. 

“Where’s my shirt?” He stopped Leo with a hand. 

“Behind the bar. It’ll be safe.” 

The two men stared at each other until Leo took the glass again and kissed him. Their tongues darted back and forth and for a minute, Quentin forgot they were in a crowded club with loud music and strong drinks. Leo handed the cup back to Quentin and continued to underdress him. This time Quentin let him, not feeling the strength to resist anymore. 

He stood naked, feeling exposed but yet a small feeling of freedom. Leo pushed their bodies close and ground against him. Quentin glanced to the side to see a guy riding another on stage. Some cheered at them but most others kept dancing the night away. 

Leo held him closer and slid a hand down his backside. Quentin jumped when he felt a finger slid between his crack. Leo kissed and licked his neck, easing the tension from his body. Sex in a club was not on Quentin’s agenda and yet here he was in front of anyone. Leo dug a finger deeper and Quentin gripped his shoulders. Soon Leo released him but then bent him over the riser before spreading his cheeks. Quentin felt a wet tongue and he was glad for the loud music to muffle his cries. He saw a guy out the corner of his eye approach and sit down beside him. After a few minutes, Leo had gotten him loose enough to finally fuck him properly. 

The mysterious guy gave Quentin a quick kiss before kneeling between his legs. He swallowed Quentin’s cock as Leo fucked him from behind. It was a wonderful feeling to be given pleasure from both the front and back. He soon came, his seed spilling down the guy’s throat as Leo pumped deep inside him. The mysterious guy gave him a deep kiss, swapping a bit of the cum before walking off. Leo turned him around and kissed as well. 

“Let’s go outside for a bit.” 

Quentin felt like he could barely walk but he followed. He didn’t feel as vulnerable anymore and his nakedness was soon forgotten when he noticed other men milling about the courtyard nude as well. It would be an hour later before either man headed into a room for the night.