Being a young Gay man in today's world, where so many of us want to lead a quieter life is within itself quite a wild ride! In these chronicles, I explore the deeper, darker, sexual underbelly of the Gay lifestyle. If you would like more, drop me line at: nekoblu@webmail.co.za.
It was a hot summer. The kind that left you shell-shocked during the day and even sweating profusely in the evenings. Luckily for me my wardrobe consists of the essentials, or else I would have a reason to go out naked! I armed in my sexiest clobber and a beautifully proportioned bulge in my skintight Levi's, decided it was too warm for a night in, and set off for the strip to try my luck. What a night lay in store for me...
As I reached the door of the Metrosexual (a very upmarket Gay nightclub of sorts), I was greeted by my friend, Patrick, the bouncer. We had a bit of a chat before I finally entered the club. The inside of the place was a wall-to-wall man-extravaganza! Hot, young, writhing bodies, glistening of sweat and man funk was the sight with which I was greeted. I ordered a drink at the bar and got myself a seat with a view of the dance floor. I eyed quite a few guys, and as I finished the last of my drink, a young guy caught my eye. It wasn't a usual catch, as this sex bomb was quite unlike the boys I've had in the past: Long curly blond hair, a sculpted body and as he approached me, his eyes shone a beautiful dark blue, the color of the deepest ocean. He walked up and introduced himself as Paul, and, after another round of drinks we settled down to chat.
Let me describe myself: I'm 1,8m tall, dark brown shoulder-length hair, baby-blue eyes and as I said earlier, a well proportioned 9" cock (when flaccid!). As we chatted, I felt Paul rub a hand on my leg, feeling part of the bulge my cock had created and stroked the head until my cock strained against my jeans. I was suddenly feeling a bit hot and bothered, but tried to act subtle as I downed the last of my drink. Paul just smiled and invited me to the dance floor. As the music pumped out through the loudspeakers, our bodies moved in one rhythm to the beat. We, like so many others, had long since gone topless, and I, with my bulge thoroughly exposed, and as raring to go as I was, were invited to Paul's suite for "someplace quieter".
We took my Mini Cooper and left the club as fast as it took not to cause a major crash! Both being extremely horny we wasted no time to strip off all our clothes as soon as we got to his room.
He suggested taking a shower, which to me seemed just the thing to do (we were both so sweat-soaked from dancing!) As my eyes ran the full length of his body, I saw that he too was quite well endowed, not as long or as meaty as mine. His 7" boner smiled at me as we got into the shower and we started kissing. His lips felt like rose-petals on mine. We started touching each others' cocks, and, as mine rose to the occasion, I saw his eyes light up. He went down on me and licked and sucked my meat like a convict enjoying his last meal. We got out of the shower and, as wet as we were, continued our sexy session on the bed. I don't know if it was the hot water or the heated passion, but our bodies turned a flushed color and our writhing bodies moved in rhythm with each other. He turned to one side and in one deft movement produced a tube of lube and condoms.
I put the condom on my cock and lubed his waiting star. He moaned with pleasure as my finger slid in and out of his crack. He took the initiative and grabbed my cock, indicating exactly where he wanted it! I pushed into him slowly, but in his state, he rammed all of me in! We were suspended in time for a moment before I gave it to him the way he wanted it. In, out, in out, the pleasure on his face and the loving tightness of his sexy bunghole! He screamed with pleasure, which I'm sure the other guests in the next room could hear! In out, in out, in out his hands clenched my globes as we fucked like wild animals! I turned him on his side and rammed my meat in. This also got more appreciative grunts and moans. I turned him on his back and lifted his legs up, pulling him onto the side of the bed, me standing and fucking him. I could feel the quivering pulse in his bung and knew that he was close. I rammed faster and faster to keep up with him and as I came, he screamed and shot his load all over us. We kept coming without end and as the last of the throbbings were over, I fell onto him and laid within his arms and felt his rushing heart on my face. It was the most intense sex I've had in a while, I bet for him too! As we laid there in the hotel room, post-coitus and happy, we had both longed for the moment to last...