I scanned the club, searching for his face. It was hard to see through the mask but it was part of the rules. Anonymity was the main reason guys joined the Naughty Boys dating app. If you could even call it that. It was more like a fucking app. I’d met Jeremy a few weeks back. He was a newbie. Prime, fairy material. He’d just started dabbling in his homosexual desires and I was more than happy to indulge him. He was hot. Innocent. I loved fresh meat.
We’d shared countless naughty videos, text messages, and pictures. We’d watched each other jerk off many times. He even got caught in the act by his roommate once. Oops! Sorry, not sorry. I had nothing to hide. There was no shame in my game. Random hook-ups were my specialty. And I especially loved helping newcomers discover all the glories that the gay world held.
That’s why I picked this particular club as our meeting place. Go big or go home, as they say. This place left nothing to the imagination and everything on the floor, including naked bodies, sweat, and plenty of jizz. There’s not much I hadn’t done inside these four walls at least once. Fucked, gang banged, been fucked, swallowed cum, shared cum. Anything goes.
My cock grew as my eyes traced the room of blurred faces and bodies. The strobe lights made it difficult to focus on any one thing at a time. I knew I’d recognize him as soon as I saw him. He’d look like a terrified puppy dog that needed saving. I didn’t spot him yet but I saw plenty of other things that got my attention.
A particularly good looking threesome was in the far corner of the room. A petite girl sat on a bar stool, her legs spread wide, her skirt around her waist, and her pussy completely exposed. Two men stood on either side of her, their dicks at full salute. They took turns fingering her and fondling her tits while also jerking each other off. She had one dick in her hand and the other wrapped around the one guy’s throat. They were completely intoxicated with pleasure and, most likely, plenty of booze. She was grinding hard against the chair, begging to be finger-fucked. The men were more into each other than they were her but having a third was always fun. Even if she had a pussy. It was doing the trick for me. My cock was straining against the tight purple underwear I wore. I was tempted to yank it free but wanted to let Jeremy do the honors.
My eyes moved across the room, spotting a young couple fully engrossed in one another. The younger Hispanic man was sucking his taller partner’s tongue, their hands exploring one another’s sweaty bodies. The strobe lights displayed flashes of hands, nipples, and tongues. The taller man was clearly in charge. He pinched and pulled his partner’s nipples mercilessly. He grabbed the Hispanic man’s shoulders, gruffly spinning him around and forcing him into a bent-over position. His high tight ass was perfectly aligned with the taller man’s crotch. I imagined his throbbing dick, spewing precum with every thrust. The Hispanic man moved his ass rhythmically over the man’s crotch, bringing his member to life. Mine too.
I was almost completely transfixed on the hot couple when I saw him. It was Jeremy. No doubt about it. I’d recognize that shell-shocked look anywhere. He was enjoying the same view as me, his eyes wide and breathing shallow. I watched as he gingerly sipped a glass of Fireball. My nipples hardened at the sight of him watching the young couple, his package filling the front of his jeans beautifully. I made my way over and stopped directly in his field of vision. Coming between him and the view that was giving him so much pleasure.
His eyes widened even more as he registered exactly who I was. We didn’t speak. That was another rule. No words, no faces — at least for me. I leaned in, licking his soft, pink lips. Willing them apart so I could taste him. I ran my hands across his nipples which were clearly visible through his thin tank top. To my surprise and delight, he reached out, tugging on my pierced nipples. It was as if the nerve endings were directly connected from my nipples to my cock. Each time he tugged or twisted, it electrified my crotch.
As if in response, he grabbed my swollen balls, cupping them in his small hands. I unbuttoned his jeans, wanting to feel him. To see how much he wanted me. His cock instantly sprung free, falling perfectly into my open, waiting hand. The skin was slick with sweat and precum. The music thumped through the walls and floor as I slowly began stroking him. I needed to taste him. I leaned in, tempting him with a deep-throated kiss. My hand ran rhythmically from the tip of his dick to the base, giving every inch the attention it deserved. I wanted to suck his cock and I knew he wanted it. His body was leaning forward, completely open to me. Begging to be consumed.
I couldn’t wait anymore. I dropped to my knees, pulling his pants completely off on my day down. I examined his dick as it hung freely, twitching in anticipation. I loved having this effect on someone. He needed me. I started slow, running my tongue from the base of his shaft to the very tip. I knew Jeremy had never gotten sucked off by a man before and I wanted this to be an experience he’d remember. I flicked the head of his cock, right below the tip where I knew I liked a little extra attention. I looked up to see his eyes clenched shut. He was breathing long, slow breaths trying to control his excitement. Don’t come too soon, baby, I thought silently to myself.
I reached between his legs, feeling his tight bare ass. He had a nice ass. It felt better than it looked in the pictures I’d seen. I pulled his body closer, parting my lips and welcoming every inch of his virgin cock. I swirled my tongue around the tip, squeezing his ass cheeks. He tasted so fucking good. I moaned, hoping he could feel the vibrations coursing through his body. I ran the tip of my finger up and down his ass crack, gently working my way into his most forbidden area. I gently spread his cheeks with both hands, probing for his hole. There it is, I thought, relishing in that familiar feeling of a tight virgin asshole. His muscles instantly clenched, making entry nearly impossible.
Relax baby, I thought, willing him to let go and enjoy the sensation. I continued to suck his cock with long, deep strokes, licking every glorious inch with each pass of my tongue. I felt his ass muscles relax. He was almost ready. I tried again, finding his tightness with my fingertip. I pressed it like a button, the tip of my finger sliding into his wet, warm hole. I continued to suck his cock, not missing a beat. I didn’t want to lose momentum.
I looked up at him, gauging his reaction. He was looking down at me now too as I gently finger-fucked his ass. He spread his legs a few inches wider, welcoming the full length of my finger. Dirty boy. He began to move back and forth, fucking my face and driving my finger deeper into his body. I loved getting my mouth fucked. I pushed toward him, letting him bury his dick into the deepest parts of my throat. I gagged but never wavered. My finger was knuckle-deep inside him now. I flirted with the idea of inserting a second digit but thought better of it. We’d need lube for that.
I glanced up again but Jeremy’s eyes weren’t on me anymore. He was staring intently at something behind me. His cock had grown in size and stiffness in my mouth. Then I remembered the couple he’d been watching earlier and knew that they’d swayed his attention once again. I wasn’t jealous. I could share. I secretly hoped they were watching us. Watching how good I sucked cock. How far my finger was up Jeremy’s ass and how into me he was.
I continued my work, sucking him more eagerly now. I wanted to put on a good show. Jeremy’s asshole was wrapped tightly around my finger and he was fucking my mouth more aggressively now. He pushed his body up onto his tippy-toes and I knew he was close. Give me that sweet cum you filthy boy. I wanted to taste him. I wanted his hot steamy cum to fill my belly. I sucked and finger-fucked him without restraint. His asshole clamped down onto my finger, the muscles twitching and pulsating. His dick expanded and contracted as he delivered a steady stream of salty jizz directly into my throat. I didn’t move, happily letting the rush of hot cum slide down my throat. I moaned and tightened my mouth around his member, not wanting to lose a single drop.
His body twitched and jerked. He lowered himself onto his feet again as he breathed deeply, coming down off his high. I slowed my movements, slowly removing my finger from his asshole. I let his cock flop out of my mouth and rest as I got to my feet. With a devilish grin, we locked eyes and I shoved my finger, covered in his scent, directly in his mouth.
I scanned the noisy dance club. The strobe lights flashed across the bar and dance platforms. Men in leather chaps and chains humped one another in cages suspended from the ceiling. I took a long drag from my e-cigarette. What the fuck was I doing here anyway? This was a bad idea. I took a sip from my glass, the spicy Fireball burning my throat on the way down. The ice cubes did little to reduce the warm sensation of the liquid as it slid down my throat into my stomach. It wasn’t calming my nerves the way I’d hoped, either.
I’d never been to a club like this. Shit, I only came out of the closet a few months go and only to my close friends. I didn’t really have a choice. My roommate walked in on me jacking off to a live video feed of one of the men I’d met on the Naughty Boys website. All the men wore masks and you shopped for them like choosing ripe bananas at the produce store. I scrolled through the pictures, drawn to the skinny guys with average-sized dicks. The monster cocks scared me. My ass hole tightened just at the thought of one of those giant dicks trying to spread my cheeks and jam itself inside me. I took another deep drag from the plastic cigarette, my hands shaking nervously.
This was the first time I’d ever met one of these masked men in person. His name was Paul and he was just my type. Tall, scrawny, and pale with long thin fingers. His dick was skinny at the base and wide at the top — uncircumcised. We’d sent videos and pictures to each other and I’d jerked off to him at least a dozen times. But now shit was about to get real. We’d agreed on this particular gay club where the rules were non-existent and people openly hooked up on the dancefloor. I glanced around at the hot, half-naked bodies grinding against one another. It was a blur of hands, tongues, dicks, and dildos. The strobe lights and darkness made it impossible to get a clear picture of what was going on.
My eyes landed on one couple in particular as they kissed passionately on the dance floor, as if they were the only ones in the room. It was difficult to make out their features but the shorter, Hispanic man grabbed his taller partner by the face, kissing him long and deep. The tall stranger grabbed the man’s ass — the entire thing fitting in his large hands. They sucked each other’s tongues, giggling and whispering to one another. I felt my erection growing in my pants. There was something intimate about watching them. It was as if the world stood still and they were the only ones in the room — calm among the chaos surrounding them.
I slowly sipped my drink, transfixed on the couple. I adjusted my cock and balls in my tight black jeans. My shaft was straining against the rough fabric, begging to be released. Not yet, I thought. He would be here soon. I continued to watch the couple as the taller man grabbed his partner’s pecks, pinching his nipples and rubbing his crotch against his leg. He spun the shorter man around, bending him over. The smaller man leaned down, grabbing his ankles and letting his partner hump his ass. The taller man pushed and pulled the Hispanic man’s tiny body back and forth on his growing cock. My own was throbbing now as I watched in awe and amusement.
A figure stepped into view, directly in front of my face, blocking my vision. He was shirtless with pierced nipples and a Celtic cross tattoo on his right chest that I recognized instantly. He was wearing the same mask I’d see on my computer screen countless nights before, with holes only for his eyes and mouth. My heart pounded in rhythm with the music. My breath caught in my throat. I couldn’t swallow. I couldn’t move. My nipples were erect beneath my thin tank top. He wore nothing but a pair of small purple shorts which beautifully displayed his cock. He was already hard and I resisted the urge to reach out and touch him.
We didn’t speak because we didn’t need to. He moved in close and to my surprise, licked my closed mouth — his tongue sliding up my lips, tracing the outline. His palms grazed my erect nipples as I tugged on his piercings. My hands trailed down his thin frame, his flesh was warm and smooth. I cupped his balls in my hands. They were soft and tight beneath the spandex shorts. He unbuttoned my jeans without warning, lowering the zipper and pulling my cock free. I felt safe somehow in the darkness of the club. Tucked away in the corner, my back to the wall. Not that anyone would notice us. Everyone was focused on their own sexual pleasure. The room was filled with ecstasy — I could feel it pulsing through my veins.
I leaned my head against the wall as Paul stroked my cock. Blood rushed to the tip and my shaft throbbed in his hand. His mouth was on mine now, more aggressive than before. He tasted like whiskey. I sucked his tongue, imagining it was his long thin cock. He jerked me off with long, soft strokes. His skin was smooth and glided effortlessly over my virgin cock. It was begging to be sucked.
Paul swiftly knelt to the floor, taking my pants with him. My jeans sat around my ankles — my cock fully exposed to the room. It stuck straight out in his direction, bouncing and twitching in anticipation. My ass cheeks clenched as I prepared for the feeling of his mouth on my skin. I’d never had my dick sucked by a guy before. Paul grabbed my shaft, running his tongue up and down the tight skin. He flicked his tongue on the tip, sending tiny electrifying waves into my balls and up my stomach. I sucked in, calming myself. I didn’t want to cum too soon. I closed my eyes, completely intoxicated by the club’s atmosphere. The music, the smells, the vibration of the bass against my back.
Paul reached between my legs, cupping my ass cheeks and pulling my crotch closer to his face. His mouth was on me now, his lips parting around the head of my dick. His mouth was wet and warm. He swirled his tongue around the tip, squeezing my ass and moaning. I couldn’t hear him but I could feel the vibration of his throat on my shaft. I looked down, seeing images of his face buried in my crotch each time the strobe lights flashed. His fingers trailed up and down my ass crack, pulling my cheeks open. I felt a single finger pressing into my asshole, trying to break through the tightness. My body instinctively flinched and clenched. I had to relax if I wanted this to happen.
I downed the rest of my Fireball, placing the glass on a nearby table. I took a deep breath, trying to focus only on the feeling of Paul’s mouth on my dick. I gripped the wall tightly as he sucked me with long, slow strokes — burying my erection an inch deeper every time. My ass cheeks released as the pleasure washed over me. Paul’s finger returned to my asshole, pressing its way inside. I inhaled deeply as the tip entered me. He was gentle but firm, pressing the tip of his finger into my tightness. His mouth engulfed my entire cock now — his head moving back and forth rhythmically.
I looked down at the masked figure, mesmerized by his talent. I was shocked by how easily his finger slid into my asshole — my body gladly wrapping around the long, thin digit. I spread my legs a bit wider, meeting his mouth with tiny movements. I was fucking him now — fucking his face while his finger fucked my asshole. The combination felt better than I’d ever imagined. I looked up to find the couple I was watching earlier now transfixed on me and Paul. They held each other close, the Hispanic man’s cock now visible and hard against his partner’s bare thigh. The taller man was kissing and licking his ear as they both stared in our direction.
Paul pulled my cock deeper into his throat. I felt him gagging as he drove his finger knuckle-deep into my asshole. I stared straight at the other couple, my nipples throbbing. I pinched them tightly, rising to my tippy-toes. I fucked Paul’s face, pressing down and shoving his finger a little deeper into my hole. He matched my movements, fucking and sucking me to the point of climax. Every muscle in my body tightened as the wave of pleasure rose from my belly and out my mouth. I grunted, clenching my teeth as my ass clamped down on his finger and my cock twitched in his mouth. He didn’t waver, ready to receive my hot load in his throat.
I came hard and long as I stared directly into the eyes of the couple watching me. I smiled with satisfaction as the Hispanic man’s cock erupted with cum, his partner catching it in his hand and gladly licking it clean. As they shared the job of cleaning his jizz from the tall man’s fingertips, Paul rose up in front of me and shoved his finger directly into my mouth.