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I toweled off Raph's cum in the fifteen minute break I was given. Guzzling down a water bottle, I tweaked one of my nipples, slightly sore from Raph's ministrations, and felt my cock twitch in my jock. I wished I could just let it out and cum right there and then, but I knew that would make the next couple hours of work just miserable. Better to keep myself in a horned up haze, and besides, I didn't want to give the janitor's another mess to clean up. So I spent the break stretching, drinking water, and checking Facebook. One of the other boys told me when it was time to go out, and I tossed my phone into my locker and strolled out onto the dance floor. I was barefoot, and I hoped the stickiness under my feet was just spilled alcohol. The bouncers usually stop pervs who whip their dicks out during shows, but I've given more than one lap dance that ended in sopping shorts.
One of the bouncers boosted me up into a cage. These were elevated high over the crowd, and I was thankful that the bars and height protected me from the patrons. I was still only clad in my jockstrap, and more than one drunk man had grabbed my crotch, or slapped an ass cheek, or tried to swipe a finger against my hole. Perks of the job, I guess. But up here I was safe from the horny old men, and I became lost in the dancing, my mind heading into a peaceful blankness as I gyrated above the crowd. I was on autopilot, the music flowing through me, my hips swaying to the beat, hands grabbing the bars, back arching to show off my assets. I always make less money in the cage, because it's harder for guys to reach up and shove money through the bars, but I enjoy just being able to let go of myself when I'm up there.
Whenever I noticed I was getting some attention, I stepped up my game, squeezing my pecs into meaty handfuls, slapping my ass and making it jiggle for the oglers, winking at them and making the "call me" hand sign. But as the next performers came out on the mainstage, I became a background event, there to set the mood but not to be stared at. Hell, even my eyes were on the performers, two muscular black men by the names of Jay and Dev. Of the two, Dev was the bulkier one, though Jay still had a much stronger body than me. They complemented eachother nicely: Dev had an amazing upper body, Jay had an amazing lower body; Dev had darker skin, whereas Jay was fairly light; and of course Dev had a huge ass and an amazing cock, where Jay had a huge cock and an AMAZING ass. Both of them were wearing pastel booty shorts, barely hiding their natural gifts. I was lowkey jealous of Jay's derrière, something Raph and Dev would tease me about whenever they caught me enviously staring at Jay's backside. Right now, he was twerking for the audience, using Dev's body as a wall to lean on, even managing to clap his cheeks together much to the crowd's amusement. Dev began playing with Jay's body, and even though they were the same size, his natural dominance made him appear so much bigger. He slapped Jay's ass, grabbed big handfuls of it that I knew would leave bruises tomorrow, to show off just how fat it was. The two of them started play-fighting, lightly boxing with one another and slapping eachother's muscles. Jay leapt forward and tweaked one of Dev's nipples, and he grabbed his pec, pretending to have been wounded. In turn, he stepped up to Jay and grabbed the man into a headlock. His bicep flexed, and to the audience it looked as though he could pop off Jay's head at a whim. Jay struggled a bit, eventually giving up and massaging Dev's huge bulge through his shorts. The head of Dev's cock peeked out of the leg hole, and from the cheers of the crowd I bet a drop of precum had just fallen from the tip. Dev was always a leaker, a fact that made getting fucked by him so much easier.
But they weren't quite there yet. Dev released Jay from his arms and the two began making out on stage. I scanned the crowd for a second, finding only one pair of eyes not on the two men. It was the gym trainer from earlier, Karim. He seemed to be split between staring at the display onstage and glancing up at my cage. Interesting, I thought. I readjusted so my ass was facing in his direction, and bent over to give him a better view. One hand held the bars as the other spread my cheeks, a finger making little circles around my hole. It was still so lubed that my finger slipped in my accident a few times, and I chuckled at the show I was giving him. Still, Zachary wasn't paying me to be an attention whore (at that specific moment) so I went back to dancing like the other boys. While I had turned away, Dev and Jay had stripped naked, and Jay was on his back on the stage, his head leaning over the edge. Someone in the audience was handed money to Dev, before grinding his crotch on Jay's face. The man was decently attractive, but still I didn't envy him then. He started pulling his cock out through the zipper, but Dev lightly pushed him away, giving another man the chance to rub his sweaty pants over Jay's mouth. Last in line was Esteban, who came sauntering out of the crowd, platter of jello shots in one hand, his long, uncut cock in the other. He slid it down Jay's talented throat as everyone cheered him on, still selling jello shots as he got sucked. Meanwhile, Dev had gone down on Jay, the lighter man's legs lifted onto his shoulders, switching between cock sucking and ass licking. If Esteban hadn't been snaking his cock down Jay's throat, gagging him, I bet I would've been able to hear his moans all the way from my cage, that's how loud Jay gets when his dick is getting sucked.
Eventually, Esteban returned to drink serving and Dev pulled his head off of Jay's cock. Jay was trembling on the stage from overstimulation, and while I knew some of that was for show, I knew some of that was genuine. Esteban's cock hits something in guy's throats that just makes us want to suck it forever, and Dev was truly a legendary cock sucker. He helped Jay off the floor and bent him over into the same position I had just taken on that stage. Jay, being more flexible, managed to reach down and place his hands flat on the floor, giving the audience an amazing view of his ass, and giving Dev perfect access to his hole. Unlike Raph, Dev slid right in to the hilt, and I knew they must have been fucking in the locker room for preparation. The audience cheered at that initial penetration, men hooting as how easily Jay took the massive cock. They began fucking on stage like a couple animals, Dev's face intense as he pounded into Jay. He had the sexiest look of concentration on, as if his very life depended on how hard he could fuck his partner. Meanwhile, Jay's face was blissed out, his eyes closed to slits, his mouth slightly open in a permanent moan. Dev withdrew suddenly, spinning Jay around, lifting him into the air with his burly arms, and impaling him on his cock. This was the cue for the night's climactic event, and I felt the bars of my cage shake as another man entered.
He slid inside me at once, barely encountering any resistance from my experienced hole. I didn't know who it was yet, though I could tell from the girth, the lack of pubes at the base, and the weak moan of pleasure that it was probably Diego. I could smell him too, the familiar scent of his sweat and cologne, reminiscent of the times we had performed together on stage. I glanced behind me to confirm what I saw. Diego was standing behind me, his face with that cute, helpless expression he gets when he tops, like he's a willing slave to his body's desires. He bit his lip, his eyes locked on the ripples his body was forcing into mine, totally immersed in what he was doing. Which reminded me, I was being paid to do the same. I gave a huge moan, exaggerated o-face and all, closing my eyes in mock bliss. Sure, I was loving getting fucked here, but Diego's sure and steady pounding was less of a "moan out loud" fucking, and more of a "hypnotic bliss" fucking. Still, I had a job to do, so I resisted the temptation to just zone out and displayed the classic faces of a man getting bitch fucked.
I grabbed the bars of the cage and looked out over the crowd. Diego had been fucking me for a good ten minutes, and I knew the show was about over. My hole felt amazingly warm and slick, his cock filling me up, keeping me rock hard in my jock. It was getting hot, dangling above the crowd, and drops of sweat were falling off my body onto the guys dancing below. One of them, a middle-aged Latino man, looked up at me, sticking out his thick tongue and pointing at it lewdly. I knew exactly what he wanted. A few other guys in his proximity looked up and repeated the motion, like stupid baby birds begging for a feeding. Still, the first one was the hottest, and I pulled my cock over the edge of my jock, stroking it for the first time that night. I had been leaking precum for hours, and it wouldn't take long at all for me to cum. Diego, noticing what I was doing, took too steps forward, shoving my body into the wall of the cage. My cock protruded between the bars, but the hand I was using to stroke was caught inside, trapped against he bars and unable to touch my desperate cock. I rolled my eyes to the ceiling, desperate to finally cum. Diego was too far gone to realize what he had done; his pounding had increased at an exponential rate, his sweaty abs pressed against my back, shoving me into the bars, his cock pistoning in and out with an animalistic fervor, his groans long and continuous in my ears. Esteban had pinned me in a cage like this before, determined to fuck the cum out of me handsfree. And he had succeeded too, but that wasn't what was on Diego's mind right now. All he wanted was to dump his load as far in my ass as he could. I admired that mentality, and clenched my hole around his cock to reward him. His whole body tensed, and I could feel his orgasm beginning. Diego was famous at Lux for his neverending and loud orgasms, and I was about to spend the next thirty seconds receiving his load. He wrapped a muscular arm around my chest, pulling me back as the first spurts of cum ignited my insides, and I was finally able to reach my dick again. Milking his pulsating cock with my anal ring made him thrust all the way into me, pushing me over the edge.
I completely forgot about Diego's orgasm as I was overtook with the flood of endorphins. The pent up energy of the night came bursting out all at once, and the shots of cum I launched into the crowd flew over the heads of my thirsty fans. Threw the white haze, I tried pointing my cock at the Latino guy, drizzling him with my cum. It splashed in his hair and on his grey tank top, and he looked overjoyed. As I came down from the orgasm, I sagged against the bars of the cage, feeling drained. Diego was finally softening up, and I enjoyed the feeling of his flaccid cock in my ass before it finally plopped out. Around us, the other performers were finishing up as well, and I saw Dev shoot his cum into Jay's open mouth, as Jay gave a facial to a man in the audience.
Glancing back down, I saw the man I came on offer up his soiled tank top as a cum rag. Grateful, I wiped the sweat off my pecs and dabbed the remaining cum off the tip of my cock. The man had one hand down his pants, the other still reaching up. His armpit displayed a thick bush of hair, and removing the shirt had revealed a strong chest over a solid beer belly, most of his skin covered with tattoos. On a whim, I wiped one of my armpits with his shirt, tossing it back down to its ecstatic owner. As he inhaled my scent, I had a feeling I had made a loyal fan.
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