The Hung Bunch Enter High Society

“Fuck, Pete! You weren’t shitting! These bitches have the hottest fucking asses!” said Frank as we were watching the Manhattan Dance Company’s packed performance at Michigan’s State Theatre on a Tuesday night. Our bitches, Benjy and Alan had paid for the tickets, we were up for culture and to fuck. The audience were a lot of sophistos. Still, Frank, Vinnie, Eric and I fit in as we were young and hot. Our mighty dicks were all hard in our jeans from experiencing all of the male beauty onstage.

“Oh man, I want to fuck him so bad” said Vinnie as he pointed to a medium-height male dancer with tousled blond hair and a sexy as fuck sinewy body. He was shirtless and commandingly dancing in white tights that showcased his spectacular bubble butt and inviting ass crack. His chiseled facial features veered from serious to a 1000-watt smile, his entrancing blue eyes could be seen from our fifth-row seats. As could his lush, sensuous lips that you just knew had sucked dick as he was so gay.

I looked him up in the program. Kyle Mason was 21, from Vermont, was a principal dancer and had been with the company for three years, having trained with them as a teenager.

The show was three lively pieces with two intermissions, during which we talked about which dancers turned us on and what we wanted to do with them. Kyle, however, was the one who got our dicks hard the most.

The company took their curtain call to a wild applause. Then the tall handsome  long dark-haired Croatian 34-year-old choreographer  Tomislav Ziel dressed all in black came onstage and bowed to a standing ovation.

We went around the corner to the stage door area that had a nice crowd of aficionados trying to get pictures and autographs with the performers. Wearing tight jeans and a black V-neck sweater the lean, freshly showered, charismatic and beautiful Kyle came out and graciously posed for pictures and signed programs for his fans.

“Yo, Kyle!” yelled Frank. “You rocked onstage!”

“Thanks so much!” said Kyle in his appealing gay voice, his blue eyes widened as he took in the sight of Frank and the rest of us. Oh yeah, he had that intense lustful look bottoms have when they’re in the presence of sexy tops.

“Want to hang out with us?” smiled Frank.

“I’d love to” replied Kyle who was now really looking us up and down and checking out our crotches. “First though I must put in an appearance at the company’s opening reception, it should take about an hour, you all are welcome to come.”

“We’d love to” said Frank. We all introduced ourselves, shook hands and exchanged pleasantries during the short walk to the grand old Bellwood Hotel. We went up to a ballroom where black suited security guards were checking invitations. “It’s okay Mike, they’re with me” said Kyle.

Wow! It was quite the society function; the Mayor of East Lansing was there! As were lots of men in dark suits and women in fine dresses. Still, in our jeans and leather jackets we fit in. “I have to circulate; have a great time and we’ll meet up later” grinned Kyle as he went off into a throng of people. We split up to get drinks and check it out.

“Look at them, lambs to the slaughter” said an older handsome man standing next to me holding a glass of white wine.

“Excuse me?”

“The dancers ingratiating themselves with donors and sponsors.”

Yeah! There was Kyle talking and laughing with a bunch of old men, who were clearly into him even though their wives were around. There were similar such scenes with boy and girl dancers throughout the ballroom.

“Oh, it’s all above board and high class for now, but they’ll all end up putting out at some point, the way of the world. I’m Douglas Landon.”

“Ah, the Free Press’ dance critic, I’m Pete.”

“Well Pete, in addition to being stunning you’re also cultured.”

“That I am.”

“I bet you’re wild as well. I saw you and your posse swagger in with Kyle, you’re all in for a treat.”

“Oh?”

“Kyle’s assets are well known in the dance world, that’s how he’s advanced to principal dancer so rapidly, he’s going to be a star. In addition to being a highly talented dancer, his mouth is wonderous and his ass is a sight to behold and have. He’s sucked the right dicks to get where he is, he’s great at it.”

“Douglas, I take it you’re speaking from personal experience?”

"Very personal experience!” he laughed. “You’ll find he has a lot of stamina and endurance offstage as well as on. Excuse me, Pete. I have to go home and write my review” Douglas said as walked away and was followed by another hot gay dancer, they left together.

“Hors d'oeuvre, sir?” said the cute young gay cater waiter wearing tight black pants and a white shirt holding a tray of shrimp things.

“No thanks, do you provide other services to guests?” I said while tugging the bulge in my jeans packed with my thick eight hard cut inches. I was so horned up by everything, I needed a blowjob like right now.

“Well, sir we’re supposed to satisfy our guests in any way we can” he said looking down at my crotch.

“Nice, where’s the men’s room?”

“It’s outside to the left and down the hall” he said licking his lips. “The last stall is the best.”

“Thanks, I’m Pete.”

“I’m Brad.”

Inside the lavish men’s room, I walked past the middle-aged attendant to the secluded last stall. Holy Fuck! There was a gloryhole! I read about those but didn’t think they still have them! I quickly undid my belt, pulled down my jeans and underwear and took out my hard dick and full balls. The hole was large enough to put all my junk through. My big hard leaking cock quivered with anticipation.

Five minutes later, after having served his last shrimp, I heard Brad enter the next stall. Whoa! I felt his sweet mouth engulf my cock, he began sucking and licking my dick and balls. Everyone knows cater waiters are easy and good too. Brad clearly was no stranger to giving head in a toilet.

Brad was deepthroating me like a pro. We didn’t have much time as he had to get busy passing out baby quails or some other shit. I put my hands on the wall of the stall and rammed my dick in and out of the gloryhole, fucking Brad’s unseen face and mouth. I was soon cumming in his throat, he expertly gulped my load down. I heard the toilet flush and him leaving. I rearranged my junk and zipped up.

“Towel, sir?” said the nonchalant attendant as I washed my hands.

“Yes, thanks” I dried my hands and tossed the towel in a bin. I also tossed a twenty-dollar bill onto a dish.

“Thank you, sir, have a great rest of your evening young man.”

“Somebody looks like he just got his balls drained!” laughed Frank when I got back to the ballroom glowing. 

“The staff is very accommodating” I laughed, indicating Brad who was carrying a tray of meatballs.

“You’re a real player now.”

“I learned from the best.”

We were soon joined by Vinnie and Frank.

“I’ve done my duty, and I’m ready to really unwind” said Kyle who was now with us.

“Yeah, well we’d love to help you unwind” said Frank.

“Oh, I bet you know just how to unwind me.”

“Yeah, but can you get unwound four times?” laughed Vinnie.

“I’ve been known to get unwound many times in a night, I live for it.”

A really old bald chubby man in a tuxedo approached us.

“This is Roger. He’s going to watch; you all don’t mind do you?”

“Not at all!” Frank said, “The more the merrier!”

We were in the living room of Kyle’s suite. Roger was sitting in a big wing chair in his tuxedo smoking a cigar and sipping scotch. We were sitting nude on a couch with our stiff big dicks side by side.

Kyle emerged from the bedroom. WOW! He was nude except for his black well-packed dance belt. His entire body was even more fantastic up close. He did some jumps with flair before he descended with precision before us and our cocks.

Having magnificently danced to acclaim, Kyle was ready to come down from that high by bitching out on prime cock. “Holy fuck!” yelled Frank as Kyle was slowly sucking his dick. Kyle rhythmically licked and sucked every iota of Frank’s eight and a half inches and then did those fat balls; Frank was in ecstasy. Then Kyle went faster with his mouth and was soon deepthroating that log.

He withdrew his mouth, and there was Frank’s pulsating slicked up tool leaking precum from it’s just pleasured massive head. Then Kyle went to work on Vinnie with the same expertise, then on Eric and finally me. Whoa! Douglas Landon was sure right about Kyle’s wondrous mouth. This star dancer was also a star cocksucker.

After doing me, he jumped, did a turn and then a super split on the floor. He pulled down his black dance belt, he had quite a dick that was at least seven and half, roaring with youthful hardness. He stared at us, lowered his head and sucked his own dick! Holy shit! Dancers sure are flexible! He could even go lower and tongue his own balls! This dude was a super freak. I looked over at Roger who was in a trance.

Kyle put his hard dick back in his dance belt, leapt back up, extended his arm and grabbed Frank up from the couch. These two rad guys stood erect and simultaneously moved their heads toward each other’s and passionately kissed. It was the thrilling natural prelude between a hot eager bottom about to give up his ass to a hot aggressive top. They devoured each other with their mouths and hands, caressing each other’s solid flesh.

Frank grunted, spun Kyle around, bent him over and planted him against the wall. There it was! Kyle’s ass! It really was like a stunning work of art for normal guys who like to fuck boy ass. Each cheek was deliciously round, creamy, flawless and framed by the black straps of his dance belt. The crack was perfectly carved, and the hole was smooth, pink and pristine. Vinnie handed Frank the bottle of lube from the table. Frank showered his dick and Kyle’s hole and dramatically tossed it to the floor.

In one great thrust, Frank bucked his hips, his cock entering Kyle’s chute and began delivering a hard rough fuck. It was something, seeing Kyle’s tiny hole stretched wide around Frank’s thick olive-colored joint and then getting repeatedly battered, talk about the old in out! Frank grabbed Kyle and they were now fucking like they were in a choreographed dance piece, moving around the room while standing. Kyle’s face was contorted in extreme pleasure as he was pounded out by Frank. Frank was grunting as he came in Kyle’s ass. He pulled out his mighty dick out and some of his load gushed from Kyle’s ass, splattering on the floor.

With grace, Kyle moved to and jumped on a long table on his hands and knees, arched his back, presenting his just fucked hole to the rest of us. Vinnie slapped Kyle’s choice booty, grabbed his hips, pulled on his dance belt and piston-fucked him. “Oh, man! I saw you onstage in those tights and I wanted fuck you, and now I am!” he roared. He came and pulled out. Eric took his place and hammered Kyle till he came. I got my turn, and it was fantastic, Kyle was still tight and warm even after three big-dicked fuckings. To be honest, I don’t really care for sloppy fourths, but that’s how it was. I’m glad I’ve got Alex to myself a few times a week.

I came in Kyle, though it was now gaping and leaking our cum, his ass remained sensational. He gracefully got up off the table and stood. His dance belt was stained and sloshed from the several loads he’d shot from getting fucked by our four great cocks. He went over to the bar, poured out some vodka, threw in a few ice cubes and lit up a cigarette. He was in his own world after bitching out, he smoked and sipped his drink.

“I’m so happy you all were able to attend the performance and join me tonight. Now, if you’ll excuse me I’ve got to get some sleep for tomorrow morning’s class” Kyle said as he went to the bedroom and closed the door.

“Young men” said the previously silent Roger in a deep voice as he stood up, “The company is here for five more performances. Excellent tickets will be left for you at the box office if you’re inclined to attend. Several other company members would be quite interested in satisfying you under the same conditions. Here’s the bathroom, good evening” he put an envelope on the table and left.

“Holy Fuck!” yelled Frank handling a bunch of $100 bills, “There’s $2000 here!” Wow! The four of us were now $500 studs! We all showered.

The next night, we were in fifth row center seats at the State Theater watching more dance pieces. Kyle was off and no doubt was having a good evening. The show ended and we walked over to the Bellwood and went to the suite Roger had texted to Frank. We took our clothes off, hung out on the couch with our raging hardons drinking the champagne that had been left for us.

Roger entered in a black suit with a super cute 18-year-old blue-eyed blond boy we had just watched perform who was wearing khakis and a green pullover. Roger sat off to the side in a big wingchair, lit up a cigar, and poured himself a scotch. The kid stood there teary-eyed.

“Roger, please don’t make me do this” he sobbed. “I’m not into it.”

“Bret, you’re superior a dancer. It would be tragic if you never rose from the corps into being a principal” said Roger in his deep voice, exhaling a cloud of cigar smoke. “This will be your introduction in to what it takes for that to happen, your boyfriend won’t care.”

“Hey cutie, get over here and get to work on my cock” said Frank stroking his dick. Bret walked over to the couch, dropped to his knees and put Frank’s dick in his mouth.

“Fucking sweet!” yelled Frank as Bret’s head was bobbing up and down on his eight and a half inches. “This bitch acting all innocent when he sucks cock like a fucking whore!” Indeed, Bret’s deepthroating skills made it clear he was quite experienced. Being a slut must be a prerequisite for admittance into the company.

“That’s enough, next” said Frank. Bret moved on to Vinnie who grinned as Bret sucked him, then Bret went on to Eric and then me. The kid really was good.

“Get your clothes off” ordered Frank. Bret undressed to his black dance belt, there was his lean rippled body. “Turn around” Bret’s fabulous full, round and firm pale ass on display for us. Frank groped, fingered it and laughed. “Not only has this been tapped before, but it’s also been fucked recently, when?”

“This afternoon” moaned Bret as Frank fingered his hole.

“Get on the couch and spread your legs like you know how” said Frank.

Bret got on the couch and spread his legs. Frank took the lube bottle, greased them up and began fucking Bret. Bret was so into it squealing and squawking as Frank hit all the right spots in him. Frank groaned and came in him, his cum leaking onto the couch.

“Pete, it’s time you got to go second” said Frank.

“Gee, thanks Frank!” I was moving up in the world. Fucking Bret was great! Dancer ass rocks! I shot off in him. Vinnie and Eric took their turns. Bret staggered out with his clothes and returned all showered and shiny. Roger put our envelope on the table, he and Bret left.

The next three nights we went to the theater and then to the Bellwood. Alberto was a sexy Brazilian, Esteben was a magnetic Filipino and Drago was a sensuous Bulgarian. All were sensational cocksucker bottoms. The sex was fantastic, as was the $500 a night to put on a show for Roger.

We attended the farewell party as the company was on to Chicago. It was held in the same Bellwood ballroom. It was cool seeing the guys we fucked again and there were cordial goodbyes.

“Hey, Pete! Nice to see you!” said Thomas Landon.

“Likewise! Hey, you weren’t kidding about Kyle!” I laughed.

“Well, you should try that one” he said pointing to Bret. “He’s shy but he’s dynamite, I had him yesterday.”

“We had him on Wednesday! He is dynamite!”

“Paul Taylor is here next month; I could set you and your posse up with a few knockouts.”

“Thanks, Douglas, that sounds great. Oh, excuse me, I’ll be back.” I walked over to Brad who was holding a tray of gnocchi.

“Nice to see you again, Pete.”

“Likewise, Brad” I said staring into his eyes. I went to the men’s room, to the last stall, and put my cock and balls through the gloryhole. Sure enough, within minutes Brad was chowing down on my dick and sack and I was soon blasting his throat with my load. It cost me another $20 tip to the men’s room attendant, but a great fast gloryhole blowjob is the bomb!

Back in the ballroom I met up with Frank, Vinnie and Eric.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” yelled all black dressed Tomislav Ziel in his Croation accent, standing next to him on the podium was the beaming Kyle who was in his jeans and black V-neck sweater. “I have two announcements to make. Kyle Mason will have the lead in my new full-length dance based on The Picture of Dorian Gray, it opens on Broadway in three months, I hope you’ll all come see it. Also, Kyle and I are getting married!”

“Isn't it romantic?” I said, they all laughed.