The Show

I loved to boogie and mostly on Friday and Saturday evenings, I would frequent a gay club that I really loved. The DJ was amazing and the music mixes he did were spectacular.

Although the club was open on Sunday evenings I never visited, because after two hectic nights I always needed to recuperate on ‘the day of rest.’

I had a wide circle of friends and we generally got together for lunch on Sundays, on a rotational basis. Thankfully, everyone pitched in and helped to clean afterward, at whoever’s home the gatherings were held, thus diminishing the burden of the great clean-up that always followed the lunch.

I had often been tempted to visit the club on Sunday’s in the past, because they had a live sex show that took place from eight to nine o’clock, prior to the boogieing that would follow.

Finally, one Sunday evening I gave in and attended the show with some buddies. The reason I had elected to attend the show, was because Freddie Flex would be appearing. He was a contortionist of incredible ability and one of my friends had seen him perform a few years before. With the assertion given that Freddie was breath-taking, the steeper admission fee was apparently very well worthwhile.

The club had a large dance floor on which the management had erected a pole that was solidly bolted to the floor in the middle of the space. Alongside that, a dais had been placed. As one would expect, this was surrounded by seating for the viewers on Sunday evenings.

Once everyone was seated, the music started.

We all watched intrigued as a lithe naked young man walked past us to the centre of the floor. I cannot say that his body appealed to me, but what would follow certainly got the attention of the audience. From the get-go, it almost seemed like Freddie was devoid of a spine, as he commenced writhing up and down the pole. What impressed me most and I am sure, everyone else watching, was how sensually Freddie moved to the beat of the music. It was almost as if his body liquefied as he flowed up and down the pole and we were all mesmerized by the fluidity of his gyrations. As his feet eventually touched the floor, his body seemed to arc in the most unnatural manner as the back of his head touched his backside.

Next, after slithering onto the platform, Freddie reversed his flexibility as his legs flattened onto his torso and his ankles comfortably knotted behind his head. Upon this happening, a burly and very hairy man with an incredibly thick cock then joined Freddie in the middle of the floor. After the burly man had been introduced as Roger, Roger got to his knees and commenced rimming Freddie’s manhole very erotically.

Thereafter, Roger got to his feet and swiftly penetrated Freddie’s backside. Their engagement was sensual and awesome. As both parties groaned and gasped lustfully, I’m sure that there wasn’t a flaccid dick in the place. Upon glancing from side to side, I saw crotches animatedly being rubbed.

When Roger eventually came after an extraordinary roar, the MC asked if there were any volunteers who wanted to felch Freddie’s backside. This almost caused a riot but after bringing the place to order, a guy several seats away from me was given the honour.

Afterward, Freddie now once more cascaded up and down the pole, displaying even more dexterity and flexibility.

After once more assuming his former position on the dais, a tall lanky man with the dick of death joined him in the middle. More eroticism followed as Freddie was once more solidly fucked by the newcomer. This new guy had a sense for the dramatic and continually extracted his dick before moving around Freddie’s body while dick slapping him. A lengthy skull-fucking then took place, as sighs of elation hummed through the audience.

After ‘Lanky’ had once more returned to Freddie’s backside for another comprehensive butt-fucking, he ultimately shot his load all over Freddie’s body. It goes without saying that finding a volunteer to lick Freddie clean afterward, was not an arduous task.

Once Freddie had been licked clean, he once more enchanted us with his elasticity around the pole, before again returning to the dais.

The following act to join Freddie on stage consisted of two muscular and well-endowed hunks. The trio now pulled out all the stops as Freddie got spit roasted in every position that one could imagine. The two hunks continually swapped their positions as they alternated between Freddie’ head and his backside. What made this sequence unbelievably hot was the way that Freddie’s fellow performers moved their bodies as they did so. The rhythmic sensuality of their movements made the writhing mass on the ‘stage’ look like an orgasmic cephalopodan fuck fest.

Once the two men had also finally shot their loads all over Freddie, a last lucky volunteer got to do the cleaning ritual.

Once done, all four of Freddie’s fellow performers joined him and got a standing ovation from the horned up onlookers.

I did stay on and boogie afterward, after all the seating had been removed. Later, I even decided to visit the dark room at the back of the club. The dark room had always been the ultimate personification of casual sex for me. Not only did one not know the person you were having an encounter with, but you also could not see them. It really was the ultimate lucky dip.

The dark room was very busy that night, no doubt because of the show we had just seen.

In an instant after entering, I was being groped and kissed and before long, my body was turned to face the wall. As I leaned up against the wall my trousers were pulled down. Frantic stabbing then ensued as my invisible lover feverishly sought refuge for his charged up phallus. An added pleasure of the experience, were the other unseen hands that now fondled by body and cock from both sides as I was being fucked. Nipple tweaking and pit licking also further enhanced the melee of my overall gratification.

For the next hour and several protein shots later, which were punctuated by rimming and felching, I finally decided to head home after a fuckin’ good evening.