This story is a gay fantasy. If you don't like this sort of thing, please go elsewhere.
Hot Night in the Dance Bar. Mike Everett
I was feeling hot and sexy as I looked into the mirror: a hot six footer with dark hair and goatee, a touch of white at the temples and in my beard with a shock of white in a forelock. Also, I'd been working out regularly for the past six months and it showed: good pecs, nice biceps, and not too overly developed either--not quite a washboard stomach, but nice enough.
I decided on a macho look for the night. I put on my black leather jeans with a button fly (really tight, but they showed off my ass well and my cock made a real good bulge in my basket when I got hard), black western boots, and a black, fishnet muscle tee that showed off my chest and pierced tits.
I was ready for a night of wild dancing and sex with the right guy--someone as hot as I was for some man action; I could almost feel my cock slipping into some guy's ass right now. I opened my fly enough to get my cock out and gave it a few loving strokes. It perked right up to its eight inches and I thought, "Geez, I gotta stop this or I'll cum right here and it'll all be wasted." I slipped a condom over it; man, I wanted to be ready!
I got to the bar with a couple of friends about an hour later. We sat at a table in a dark corner back from the crowded dance floor and where it was quiet enough to think if not talk over the throbbing music.
That's where I spotted him. He was smaller than I was, but that's they way I liked it. Tight, muscular athlete's body, bubble-butt you could eat breakfast off, shortish, straight black hair and not quite a Fu Manchu mustache, he was wearing the tightest pair of jeans I've ever seen on a guy--like they were sprayed on and a bright, close fitting tee that showed him off to real good effect. I knew he was over 18 'cause they card everybody at this place (even me, and while I may not look 37, I don't look under 25 anymore, either.) I knew he was hot, too, 'cause of the way he swung his butt out on the dance floor. There was a sinuousity to his movement like a cat dancing. Just looking at him, I knew he wanted to be fucked and I knew that I wanted to fuck him.
He spotted me, licked his lips, turned around and wiggled his butt at me. When the music stopped for a few minutes, he moved off the dance floor and over to the corner where I was leaning against the wall. He didn't say anything, but just took my beer bottle, put it to his lips, and took a swig. He let the beer roll around in his mouth with it slightly opened while licking his lips.
As the music started again, he turned back around to watch the dancers out on the floor and at the same time pushed his ass up gainst my crotch. I didn't object. Not at all. He felt my full prick pressing on his ass as he gyrated to the music.
With him leaning up against me, I leaned forward and put my arms around him, shoving my crotch into his ass harder while licking his ear. I pulled my right hand back and felt his ass--nice and smooth and muscular --while my left roamed over his smooth and developed pecs. I pinched the left one lightly and then a little harder when he groaned and shoved his ass back at me harder. He positioned the crack of his jeans over my cock and rubbed up and down. Here was a guy who wanted to be fucked and I was sure a guy who wanted to fuck him.
I held his left tit in thrall and reached into my pocket for a small pen knife I always carried. I slipped it into my palm and slipped it and my palm down the back of his pants; he wasn't wearing any underwear which was a plus. It was a real tight fit, if you know what I mean. I maneuvered the blade out between my hand and the inside of his jeans, found the seam and punched the knife blade through, then started slicing up and down the seam to open it up.
He looked up at me with a questioning glance. I just smiled and bit his earlobe. I brought my left hand back, dropped the knife into it, and put the knife back in my pocket. I reached around and started squeezing his right tit while I shoved my left hand forefinger up his hole. He opened his eyes a little in surprise, but accepted the finger with a firm clamping down of his ass muscles. Then I reached into my pocket again for a packet of lube which I brought out, tore the end off with my teeth, and plugged into his asshole. I squeezed the lube in there and massaged it in with my fingers. I shoved two of them in, then three.
We were still standing in the dark corner of the room, but his body hid my machinations from the crowd, and his writhing made it look like he was dancing for me, trying to turn me on. No worry about that. My cock was harder than it had ever been. If I hadn't been wearing leather, I'm sure it would have broken through and shown itself to the world!
I reached around and held him whle he reached his arms behind himself and undid the buttons to my jeans. He reached in and grabbed my cock, felt the condom already on, moaned in pleasure, and felt up my raging, blood-filled tube. I made him take his hand out while I then reached in and pulled my cock up and out the fly. I pressed it against his ass-crack as he pushed back against it. It was effectively hidden from the crowd by our closeness.
I leaned back against the wall for support and pulled him back with me. The friends I came with looked over at us. One of them could just see what was going on; he licked his lips in anticipation at the sight. I pushed the man in my arms out just enough so I could position my cockhead at his hole, which I then entered. It went up and in in one swift movement; a quiet gasp came from my little friend in front of me. I'm sure my friend at the table saw it go in, but nobody else in the place could have. It sent an electric thrill through both of us to know we were having sex there right in front of the whole world and nobody knew it but us.
I put my hand back around his waist while he threw his back and grabbed my ass, pulling it into him. My ass and cock muscles contracted giving his hole a workout. His ass muscles contracted giving pulsing sensations to my cock, timed to the throbbing music. I felt his cock lengthen in his pants and a small circle of dampness was oozing through his pants where the tip of his cock was. His cock was swelling up and dripping with pre-cum; my cock was swelling and filling his ass with the throbbing pulses of my cock muscle contractions. I loved having my cock in his ass right there in front of the whole bar, and he loved getting fucked that way. But for all they knew we were just dancing real close in a dark corner.
My cock got harder, thicker and tighter in his ass. I leaned over to him and whispered in his ear that I was about to cum. He tilted his head up, but with his eyes closed, and said, "Do it. Do it! I'm gonna shoot, too, right in my jeans!"
I held him tighter and my cock began to pulse with the constrictions of cumming. I was shooting into him right there in the bar. It was so hot that I shot extra pulses of cum, twice what I ordinarily do--and I usually shoot a lot. He came in his jeans; you could see the jism soak through and slowly spread down his leg.
We lay against each other, panting, trying to catch our breaths while my cock slowly softened. Finally after about 5 minutes it was soft enough to pull out and slip back into my pants. His pants were tight enough so that the split parts just slipped into his ass-crack and you'd never know that his ass was open and available to someone in the know. He turned around, kissed me full on the mouth, and I kissed him back.
"Thanks," he said.
"The pleasure was all mine," I said.
"I'll look for you again."
"Works for me. Anytime." And he moved off in the direction of the men's room to clean up a little.
He came back a little later, I excused myself from my friends, and we went to my place where I really did some plowing in that fertile furrow, but that's another story.
--Mike Everett