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YOUR FIRST NIGHT AT A SEX BAR -- an adventure from the over-sexed mind of Voyeurger 1576
"If you really want some wild sex, try the alley between 5th and 6th street," I tell you. Your mind instantly conjures up images of unrestrained fucking in a dirt- and rat-infested path, towered-over with cold brick walls and a filthy stream of sewage flowing down the middle of the alley. The moans for passion echo between the walls of the alley, and then between the ears of your mind as I bring you back to earth. "No, I don't mean that!", I say in tone of voice that somehow makes it seem as though your thoughts were easily viewed and reviewed by my mind. Bemused that what I suggested does not fit what you think I suggested, you ask with confusion, "Well, what do you mean?"
"There's this alley between 5th and 6th street. When you walk down that alley, there will be this metal door under a fire escape. It's the only metal door in that alley. Knock on it four times. A shutter will open. Mention my name. It's a bar--you'll need thirty dollars for a cover charge, and the first drink is free. When you're ready, head upstairs. Go past the first door, and make sure you close it. It'll be dark, but about ten feet ahead, there'll be another door. Open it carefully and walk in. The rest will take care of itself." You picture this in your mind as I described it. But, after the second door, then what? A hall of doors with a variety of nude musclemen waiting to service you? A leather gallery with a guy tied up waiting to bend to your will? Or me, with henchmen, waiting for you walk in unsuspectingly, so they grab you, strip you down, tie you up, and blindfold you so that you can't see what plans I have in store?
Your sex-starved mind starts to play with the ideas with the same depth as your fingers play with the pool of cum on your torso. You've just cum about a few minutes ago as a result of our hot chat, and begun to soften before I made my suggestion. Your cock easily hardens again at these revelations. You finger your cum, taste a drop or two, allowing you mind to wander in fantasy, waiting for me to catch my breath. Your mind reels in surprise when my voice returns over the receiver like a friendly slap across your face. "Hey, snap out of it, you horndog! Oh, and don't arrive before 11:30 at night because it doesn't open until then."
We exchange parting good-nights and hang up. You lie there, still fingering your cum, thinking about what you'd find when you go. Your cock no longer soft, you try to ignore it as you realize it's late, and you've got to get some sleep before you get up in the morning. Your fantasies follow you into sleep, making you contend with the aftermath of a wet dream in the morning.
You allow a few nights to pass, holding out on your regularly stiff cock and aching balls, hoping the sex-starvation will really make you get off on that night you do go. Maybe it'll be hot enough to make you pass out. You rub your crotch to juice your balls a little at the thought, but refrain again from taking care of it.
You walk down the dark alley, looking with effort for a metal door. There is a cool chill in the air, and as a soft breeze swoops in from above, your anticipation makes you feel much colder than it really is. The streetlights fail to flood much farther than about fifteen feet from either end of the alley, so your only reference to fire escapes were the momentary dark metal skeletons that you saw from the street. As you step with impatient caution toward where the fire escapes should now be, you look toward either wall for some sign of a door. Not seeing in your glances, you now stare for a short while at either wall a few times before finally seeing a black on black silhouette of a small square at head-height in the middle of a larger rectangle resembling a door.
You step forward with caution, finding that there are no steps leading up to the door. You raise your hand up in preparation to give a hardy knock. Taking a deep breath to embolden you for what lies ahead, you realize that the alley really doesn't stink as much as you originally imagined. Your fist falls in four steady rappings on the door. It gives off a solid metal "clink"--not at all like some hollow aluminum thing. The unseen tiny window slides open with a solid metal-on-metal sound. A gruff monotone greets you.
"Yes?" Without having to think about it too much, you gather enough courage to say I sent you without allowing your vocal pitch to change too much. With equal efficiency, the little window closes solidly shut again without you actually seeing it. You hear the muffled sound of a bolt being slid back from behind the thick metal door. You take another deep breath as the door opens into this mysterious hole in the wall.
The acrid smell of a dozen smoked cigarette brands rush to greet you. You stifle a cough from this assault as your eyes readjust to this new form of darkness. With certainty, your glances reveal the single low-wattage bulb lighting the stairs leading up to a single door at the top. To the left at the foot of the stairs is a bar with it's one bartender watching from a small color TV on the counter. The row of dim light bulbs lining the top of the shelves at the bar just make out the fact that there are three other people having their drinks at the bar, leaving six other stools to your choosing. There is one small round table in front of the bar and two others on the right side of the smoky room, each topped with a stark, cheap cafe-type lantern. Each table has four chairs; each chair of each table is empty except for the one at the far-right corner table.
You realize that the people you were able to make out are now giving you non-committal stares. Their looks turn away just as a startling, albeit familiar gruff voice calls from behind. "Cover charge." The request sounded more like a forcibly-whispered demand. You turn to meet the face and figure of what you must imagine most people would refer to as Guido: large stocky build, square-jawed, a face only a drugged-out mother would give. His large fat hand before you, you quickly reach into your pocket and pull out a barely visible thirty dollars. Guido's experience easily sees that it is thirty. His puts the money into an unseen container behind him, closes the door and bolts it securely.
The tension relaxes in the small bar room. A conversation starts (continues?) between two guys at the bar. You approach, realizing that now would be a good time for a drink. Your cock, hard up until you knocked on the door, has now softened, and you feel a moisture of precum sticking your pisshole to your briefs. The bartender looks up as you reach a barstool. His smile forces his burly mustache to rise up on his cheeks. "What'll you have?", he queries, clunking a short, stout glass on the counter. Hell, free first drink as you recall. "Brandy." The bartender reaches below and pulls out a bottle resembling a Courvoisier container. He uncorks it and pours its contents into the glass. You take it up and take a hurried sip. The spirited liquid runs down smoothly, quickly warming your gullet. You are about to thank the bartender for the drink when he answers ahead of you, "Your welcome. First timers like yourself always get unnerved by our bouncer and all. That's why the first drinks are free--whatever you want to calm you down faster." His Texas drawl glides in warm and friendly. "Name's Bill. You don't have to tell me yours unless you want to. If you need a drink, just holler. Anything more, it's upstairs." he says, as his head nods up toward the door. You glance in his direction and look back. "Thanks, again." you acknowledge. Bill nods with a smile and returns to the program on the tube.
You take a moment, while finishing your drink, to see if there's anything you might have missed. Nope; same dark room, same immense dark silhouette of Guido. The guy sitting two stools away from you looks to be in his late-fifties, with graying temples and a weight problem. The two other guys are not clearly visible to you, as you face the back of the one closest to you, and he in turn blocks your view the person he's talking to. And as for the guy in the for corner--he's still a shadow.
You finish your drink. You contemplate the timing, and as your cock starts to rise again at your slightest thought of sex, you get off the stool and walk to the foot of the stairs. You go up the stairs carefully, making sure you don't miss any dimly-revealed steps. You reach the top flat and stand in front of the door. You take another deep breath, realizing that the smell of cigarette smoke has thinned up here. You reach for the knob, take hold, turn it and push the door in slowly. As described, a totally dark hallway. Following instructions, you close the door behind you. The last thing you hear is the sound of four knocks on a metal door below.
Your eyes try to adjust, but there is no light to adjust to. Your hands reach out to get some bearing and you find that the hallway is a narrow four feet wide. Running your hands along either wall, you guide yourself forward. The hardwood floor gives your footfalls an unusually heavy sound, the only noise except for the your breathing which seems louder. As you pace slowly down the hall, you begin to hear the muffled sounds of men in passion and lust. Your pace quickens a little toward the beacon-like sound. Your arms swept forward, your hands eventually run to the end of the hall, the other door being not much more than two feet ahead of you. The sounds of groaning come from ahead, like someone watching a raunchy video at a good volume level with a thick closed door to muffle the sound. You extend your arms forward, touching the door, searching for the knob. When you find it, you turn it, and push the door open.
Heat and humidity rush from the room, making you feel like stepping from a hotel in Miami into the afternoon heat. All around you, you hear the sounds of sex. People moaning, grunting, groaning, furniture squeaking, and skin slapping upon another. As you try to move forward, you realize there's barely standing room at all. Pitch dark, it's impossible to tell how big this room is or how many people are in here. The only certainty is that it's crowded.
You start trying to move forward. You eventually let go of the door knob and you think you hear the door close. The heat and moisture being sustained by everyone here is making your clothes stick to your body uncomfortably. The crush of people around you can only rival a panic at an airport. You feel as though you're walking, although it doesn't seem like you're moving at all. Your rod stands at full attention from the over-whelming sensation of the heat, the smell, the noise, and the fact that there are naked bodies pressed against you.
Suddenly, you feel a hand wrap around your thigh. A voice in the dark speaks out, "We have a clothed one here!" Immediately, hands reach in your direction. They grope at your arms, your torso, your back, and your thighs. Lots of hands rubbing your crotch and ass. In the distance, you hear a twosome cumming. Their moans turn to animal grunts. "Yeah! Fuck, yeah!" you hear as his partner rises to unrestrained yells of furious passion as you realize he too is cumming. He yells out a few more times before the drone of everyone else make them disappear again into the void.
Your shirt has been removed by the deft hands that have massaged you. Other hands are now working on your shoes and pants, while the previous hands work over your chest and back. You feel like going limp and falling, feeling that the number people around you will keep you standing anyway. You feel your right shoe being taken off. Someone plants a kiss on your right cheek as you feel another person licking your neck from the left. Someone starts working your tits with their unseen hands. Your pants are unbuckled and hands start to reach into your underwear. It wasn't until then that you realize how much precum you've spewed out since entering this room.
Your left shoe is removed, as are your socks. You find yourself standing on a smooth flat floor. You are being kissed, licked, and felt up by conceivably every person in the room. You finally regain some sense of attitude and you start to grope and kiss others. Your pants and underwear finally removed by helpful hands, you now feel free to roam about. Your hand doesn't need to reach far to find a body. As you find a rigid cock by your hand, to grab it lustily and start to pump it. The man attached to it moans audibly enough to be heard over everyone. You feel a head on your chest as another person sucks and licks your tits. >From a distance behind you, you hear another soul cumming. His uninhibited yelps makes the drone of the crowd around him loader. From the sound, you can only imagine he must be shooting quarts. From a completely different direction, someone else shoots their wad, which promptly lands with a solid splat below your left shoulder blade. A person below you parts the globes of your ass, and you feel his hot tongue rimming your hole.
"Fuck, yeah! Fuck, Yeah! Stroke me faster, man. Yeah, faster! Dude, I'm gonna cum!" You turn your attention to the hurried and strained voice of the guy you've got your hands on. Through the tongues lapping your body, the teeth working on your right nipple, and the guy rimming your ass, you concentrate long enough to move your hand on his dick faster. You hear him suck in some air. His body quakes, and you feel his prick twitch violently. He lets out a stifled cry of passion and lust as he shoots his wad. Three long shots land squarely on your abdomen. He breathes heavily as you try to work out the last drops of his semen. You feel a small drizzle run from his cockhead down over your fingers, as well as the shots running down your abdomen to your crotch. He grabs ahead of your hand to release his cock, and he leans forward to give you a long kiss. You nearly fall backward by the urgency of his kiss when you feel another hand running up along your back. It comes in contact with the wad from the guy before. The hand disappears to be replaced by a lapping tongue, cleaning off the mess on your back. The guy you helped jerk off finally pulls away and seems to disappear, becoming one with the crowd. At his disappearance, someone's lips wrap around your cock. You leap in shock at the unforeseen encounter, letting out a cry of surprise. He grabs ahold of your ass, pulling you forward to deep-throat you, pulling your asscheeks wide apart in a seemingly orchestrated attempt as another starts rimming your ass. You grind your hips back and forth, moving with the motion set up by the two below you. A hand touches your face and turns your head toward someone to be kissed.
During the wet kissing, the two below you stop. Suddenly, you feel many hands about your about body, more so than when this whole adventure began. Pulling you away from your kissing partner, the hands lift you up and carry you in a direction unknown. You panic, not knowing what would happen next, not being able to seeing what's going on; the sound of the room constantly making you incapable of thinking anything else but sex. Off in the distance, you hear another happy couple cumming, the crowd in that area growing loud to join it. You feel yourself hoisted by these hands and placed down gently on some short, leather clad bench. You slide a bit on the bench against the sweat and cum of previous users. Your own sweat makes for a good lube for many hands to massage your body, pinch your nipples, knead your thighs, and stroke your cock.
Someone pulls on your shoulders so that you slide to the head of the bench. Your body pulled to where your head no longer has a place to rest on, your neck cranes your head backward over the edge of the bench. If you could only see, everything would be weirdly upside-down now. With abruptness, you feel a fat cock slap on your right cheek. It disappears for a moment to slap on your left cheek. All the while, hands continue to massage and stroke over every exposed inch of your body. The cock before your face finally steadies in front of your waiting mouth. It pushes past your lips into your hot mouth. The prick is fat and juicy, long enough that it hits the back of your throat and your nose hasn't reached his balls yet. You can taste that he's cum before.
As he slowly pumps your face, the hands working on your legs stop. You feel your legs rise, and the heat from another body lets you know what's coming next. You feel a thick slap of Crisco-like lube on your asshole. You feel a couple of hands working the lube into your ass before a thick cockhead tries to invade your hole. You relax as much as you can as it starts to push its way in.
Then feel the heat of another body to the right of your face. The pumping cock stops and stays hard and twitching in your mouth. You hear some kissing above you, some exchanged words you can't make out, and the guy pulls out of your mouth. Losing this, your thoughts try to ignore the full body massage of a number of unseen masseurs, and turn to the guy working your ass. His rhythm is slow and even, his cock filling you fully. He has mastered the ability to push the tip of his cock up against the prostate with each stroke, and you know your precum is dribbling that much faster.
While savoring the motion of that fat cock up your ass and the hands smoothing your body, you feel a familiar cock return to your face. You open your mouth to allow it in, but find that two cocks want to invade a space meant for one. Your mouth is made as wide as you can muster as two fat cockheads push through. You hear a shared moan from above you as the guys start getting off on you taking both of them in. Your mouth full, you try to relax more to allow their pumping dicks to slide in and out of your mouth.
The slick of your saliva allows the two to push in a little farther each time. With each push they give, the guy in your ass also pushes in with the same timing. At regular intervals, you're filled and released, filled and release, filled and released in time to your breathing. Finally, one of the many hands massaging your cock takes the initiative to put full attention to it. He starts to stroke with a tightened grip. Your body tenses at the new sensation, your mind wanting to see how much more you can take, but your balls signal that you may not be able to take much more.
A sign from others around you show that you're not the only one close to cumming. The two in your mouth now pump with a less controlled jerking motion. You can hear them breathing more vocally above you. The guy in your ass is beginning to pump harder, his low hanging balls slapping with such ferocity that you can picture a warm red spot forming on your lower back where your tailbone is getting a lashing. Your breathing, now faster, no longer keeps time with the much faster action about you.
A mouth finally engulfs your cock, making your back arch up in response to the surprise attack. You cry out in a lustful moan, but you're muffled by the fast pumping in your mouth. The violent pace of each of the three: two cocks in your mouth, one up your ass, and one sucking your cock and pulling your balls, and your own squirming and bucking make you fear that you may fall off the bench. The familiar sensation of no return starts to pound in your mind and in your balls. You can feel it running its course, your cock rigid and twitching violently in the mouth of your benefactor, your cum impatient as you try to hold as long as you can. The noise of the others around you agreeing with the muffled cries emanating from your stuffed mouth.
You feel a mouth on your left nipple. A lick, a suck, and a gentle bite sets it off. Your body pulls taut your muscles; you become rigid as your mind orgasms in pleasure and your balls finally let loose its spunk. Your first shot fires hard and long into the mouth of your cock sucker. He apparently wasn't ready because he pulls his face off you, coughing and choking as his throat rejects your semen going down the wrong way. Your second shot fires into the dark. The strength of the shot confirmed by one above you: "Yeah, man! Your load hit face! Mmmmm." He pulls out and starts to shoot. Your third shot lands squarely on your chest, shared with the first shot from the guy who pulled out of your mouth. You hear a cry from the second guy in your mouth as he starts to fire away down your throat. You try desperately to swallow. Your fourth shot lands lower on your abdomen, shared again by the guy with his cock above your face. The guy in your ass pulls out. You feel his fat, moist cock laid on top of yours. The hands about you start removing themselves as the unknown masseurs attend their own dicks. The semen from the guy in your mouth start to escape the confines of your tight lips as his load starts to overrun your capacity to swallow. On your fifth and last shot, you feel a hand grip your cock and the cock of the guy who was in your ass and start to pump. The guy above your face regains his breathing and starts doing so in large lungfuls. He shoots another, landing on your chest. He's joined by his partner, shooting his third wad down your full throat. You fear choking, but you don't. You hear a quick loud yelp from the ass-guy as he finally starts to fire. His first shot squarely hits you on your chin.
Your feel like losing consciousness. Doing so makes you choke on the cum you haven't yet swallowed. The guy in your mouth pulls out. Your coughing spews out the last of his cum. In exhaustion, you start losing details of your surroundings. The only thing for sure is that cum shots seem to be coming from everywhere; your unseen masseurs finally letting loose their loads. Without any visibility, the shots do not land in particular spot, but they mostly collect on your torso. The sound of countless studs unloading themselves on you makes your mind reel. The fresh loads of semen warm your torso more than the hot room ever did.
Finally, it finishes. The noise dies down around you, the familiar drone of others in the room return, making you note how much quieter it now seems. Hands return momentarily to rub the communal pool of cum over your body. Some find your face to give you loving parting kisses. Hands stroke up and down your body, every once in a while giving your spent cock a soft tug and squeeze. Some hands reach out and help you off the bench. You feel the remaining cum on your body slowly run down your body. You join those around you in shared hugs, and kisses fall to whatever part of any body happens to be within lip's reach.
Slowly, they move away from you. Eventually, you find yourself as you were before: standing in a standing room only crowd of horny anonymity, a hand here, a leg there, a thumb running once up the crack of you spent ass. In some direction ahead of you, you hear, "We've got a clothed on here!" The crowd seems to gravitate in that direction. Thoroughly exhausted, you reach back to the bench to regain some modicum of composure. As you try to figure out where to find your clothes, arms reach around from behind. One hand plays with your nipple as the other hand runs down to your cock. He's chewing on your earlobe. Your cock starts to rise again....