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Club X is like no other bar I have ever known. It is nothing less than a monument to the nude male form, a self indulgent hedonistic extravaganza. From the outside, it looks like nothing at all but surface appearances can be deceptive. Tonight will be my third visit in as many weeks and each has proved unforgettable and utterly exhilarating resulting in total satisfaction. But then again, I love sucking the sperm from other men’s cocks!
Once past the anonymous surface security I descend a steep spiral stair into a large dome like ante chamber. At the foot of the stairs, I’m met by a well oiled and hairless Adonis in nothing but transparent polythene briefs and a leather collar. He smiles and offers to take my coat. After presenting my member’s card and medical certificates, I hand over the rest of my clothing. He stares openly at my cock as I stand naked and relaxed before him.
Set into the wall behind him are rows of miniature erect penises from which hang an assortment of rubber bands of every colour. I choose a white one and slip it over my wrist, wondering how his cum would taste in my mouth before slipping through the heavy velvet curtains and on towards the music thumping in the distance.
I pause in a long tube like corridor, rubbing the tip of my cock with my thumb. The flesh coloured walls are lined with ribbed and veined neoprene and seem to throb in time to the music. My heart skips a beat and I can feel my penis begin to flush with blood in anticipation. I give a little pull on my fledgling erection and walk up the corridor towards the pounding rhythms beyond.
I push open the heavy steel double doors and step into a space about the size of a small aircraft hanger. Welcome to the Club.
I’m hit by a terrific wall of bass beats. No one looks up as I stand there naked, my cock swelling and my hunger building. A large brightly lit dance floor occupies the middle of the room and is heaving with sweaty naked and semi naked dancers of all body shapes and sizes. Above the floor, suspended horizontally from the vaulted ceiling, hangs an enormous golden phallus swaying languidly back and forth and thrusting into the steamy night air above the floor.
To my left and right a series of dimly lit booths stretches into the shadows and as I make my way towards the bar I can hear the fevered grunts and gasps from their occupants. Each booth holds a selection of butt plugs, anal vibrators, lubricants and oils. Mirrors are s**ttered liberally around the room amid the multitude of nude male sculptures and phallic statues. Even the chairs resemble erect penises with bean bags nestled beneath long tall shafts and bright purple crowns atop. In fact, everywhere you look, you see cock.
The spaces between the dance floor and the booths are covered in luxurious cushions and throws of velvet, silk, satin and leather. Here and there are the remains of restraint as the Club overwhelms the newcomers and they readily cast off the last of their reservations, and the last of their clothing. The air is heavy with testosterone and amyl nitrate, the smell of semen drifts on the warm breeze. I move through the crowd towards the bar.
Strong hands brush and caress my body as I slip through the crowd and when I am almost at the bar, I am pulled forcefully into a corner and pushed down onto my knees. I don’t resist. My white band announces my purpose. All at once, my mouth is full of hot cock. I waste no time and feed hungrily on this stranger’s meat. Almost instantly he is shooting his load down my throat. I want more but, as an aperitif, his sperm hits the spot. I wipe my lips with his cock and drift off towards the bar to find something colder to drink.
With the taste of his creamy semen still fresh in my mouth, I wait to be served. Each of the taps at the bar has a unique handle cast from the moulds of anonymous erect penis. Behind the bar, several huge TV screens show excerpts from various gay movies interspersed with clips from inside the Club. To my right, I can see the Dairy Farm: about a dozen men, their heads bobbing to and fro are milking the semen from a host of erections poking through from behind the wall. To my left, a tall door leads through to the steam rooms with hot tubs and showers.
I order a tall cold beer and a Viagra. As I stand in the crush, waiting for my order, I am suddenly aware of hands pulling at my hips, pressing what feels like an impressive erection into my back. I reach behind and slip my hand beneath the elastic of his white Lycra briefs. Slowly, I inch my hand down towards the base of his shaft. No pubes. Still with my back to him, I take a firm grip on his erection and begin to work my fist up and down his impressive pole. The thin skin of his cock glides beautifully over the stiffened flesh beneath. I hold him there until my pill and drink arrive but, as I turn to face him, I am surprised by a pair of lips fastening onto mine. A naked and very athletic blonde youth takes hold of my head in one hand and as his tongue darts into my mouth, he skilfully presses our cocks together with the other.
Slowly, our trio edges away from the crowd at the bar and slips into a vacant booth. We part and position ourselves on either side of what I assume to be a newbie as only on your first visit do you cling to your underwear so sheepishly! I have no patience for this and at once I am slipping between his knees. His cock looks enormous set in relief against his underpants and his pre cum has made a small damp patch. Taking hold of the elastic in both hands, I carefully lift the stretching material over his erection. His cock springs forward like an escaping prisoner and lies proudly against his belly. Slowly, I pull down his pants, scratching the elastic down his pole while flicking my tongue over his hips and thighs.
This man clearly works out and with a cock like this he could have a promising career in porno. His prick is colossal! At least ten inches from root to tip and, without the nest of pubes, it looks even bigger. I can’t wait. He smells delicious, the sweet sharp scent of testosterone enveloping my senses as I work my mouth over his hips and towards his meat. As I inch closer, I can feel the heat of his erection warming my face as he tries to guide his sex into my mouth. But not yet. I resist the urge to wrap my lips around his cock and suck him into my throat and instead I evade his insistent, desperate thrusting. Gradually, I draw nearer to my target.
The smooth skin of his nut sack is pulled tight by his sperm filled balls, each one perfectly defined in outline as they nestle beneath his thick shaft like a hairless peach. Carefully, one after the other, I scoop them into my mouth. He gasps above me as I delicately suck on his flesh. His man-mammaries feel cool and tantalisingly heavy as they rest upon my warm wet tongue and I fantasize about their juices and the hot cream to follow.
I withdraw letting my breath fall over his ball-sack, the skin shining wetly with my spit, before kissing his inner thighs, his hips, his belly, my excitement rising. All the while I am staring up at the powerfully veined length of his thick hard shaft as I move my mouth over his flesh. Once again, I lower my head. His spunk tube stands proud rising like a tensed muscle and pointing like an arrow straight up towards the domed tip of his cock. I flick my tongue from side to side as I slowly begin to creep up his erection.
As I inch up, my partner in pleasure begin to quickly work his way down over the muscled terrain of rippling abs and smooth lower belly until our tongues meet over the summit of our Club Virgin's prick. His purple crown peeps out from beneath his foreskin and a substantial amount of pre cum has pooled on his belly and glistens invitingly, like a warm lake on a cold day. We dive in, lapping up the yummy cock juices from his foreskin with cum hungry eyes.
As our lips meet over his cock, I take a firm hold of his engorged penis and snatch back the foreskin in one sudden jerk. Above us, we hear him gasp as I expose the delicious purple dome within. His cock's eye weeps with joy, a river of salty sweet tears and, as our tongues wrestle and writhe like mating snakes over his blood flushed flesh, we feast on his delicious pre cum, lashing the swollen tip of his erection as we snog over his big fat cock.
I pull it away from his body and let it snap back, slapping against his tummy with a satisfying thwack! At once, we pounce upon it. We can feel his fingers running through our hair as our tongues and teeth glide up and down the thin vein laced skin of his shaft, from balls to tip. He's trying desperately to guide our mouths onto his glittering purple crown and, just as we have him teased almost to the point of orgasm, a fourth partner joins our group. He clambers over the table, sending butt plugs and lube skittering across the floor then, balancing on the red leather upholstery of our corner booth, he guides his semi flaccid cock towards our Virgin's face. Immediately, he complies, parting his lips to accept the meat.
This is our cue to up the tempo. I grip the drool covered erection we have been working and with both hands I point it towards my felatio partner. His mouth is on it almost before I have finished aiming and I watch, transfixed as his lips slip up and down the long fat pole. My cock is achingly stiff as the Viagra begins to take effect and I know that I will be hard for hours; I am in no rush to empty my balls but I am hungry for a taste of our virgin's hot man cream.
At last, it's my turn to blow his cock! Eagerly, I suck his length into my throat and as I suck his hot swelling flesh, I notice our fourth partner working his erection around our Virgin's mouth. I stare up at my tag team mate, smiling with my eyes as he flicks his tongue over hips and flanks. Not needing a second invitation, and naturally preferring a nice hard cock in his mouth to kissing, he immediately sinks to his knees before me and scoops up my boner into his mouth in one fluid movement.
His technique is fabulous. His mouth feels so wet and warm and it grips me like a fist as his lips form a perfect tight seal around my pole. His tongue probes and works my erection, flicking, stroking, licking as he drives me towards climax. Feverishly, his head works over my crotch as he pumps my foreskin back and forth. I feel so turned on, inspired motivated. I instantly match him stroke for stroke, gasping, grunting, slurping. I know that our Virgin Clubber won't be able to take much more and I can feel his glans swelling on my tongue as his breathing becomes laboured.
Reaching between my legs, I raise his head and pull him up, directing him towards the cock slipping in and out of my mouth. Together, we lap at his blood flushed tip until, abruptly, he groans loudly. Pearly white ropes of hot jizzum leap from his twitching penis spraying hotly over our up turned faces and splashing in great white gouts over his belly and chest. My fist pounds his pudenda and his semen flies wildly in great looping arcs of milky protein. Like kittens in a creamery, we lap up this man cream until his cock and tummy are spotless. Then I take my thumb and forefinger and squeeze out the last drops onto the spunk spattered tongue opposite me. He holds it there for me and together with snog once again over the erection, swallowing and moaning in ecstasy as the sperm slips down our throats before scooping up the splashes and drops from our chins, spooning it each into the others eager mouth. It doesn't take too long before Our Virgin, or should I say ex Virgin Clubber, is fully aroused once more.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Once past the anonymous surface security I descend a steep spiral stair into a large dome like ante chamber. At the foot of the stairs, I’m met by a well oiled and hairless Adonis in nothing but transparent polythene briefs and a leather collar. He smiles and offers to take my coat. After presenting my member’s card and medical certificates, I hand over the rest of my clothing. He stares openly at my cock as I stand naked and relaxed before him.
Set into the wall behind him are rows of miniature erect penises from which hang an assortment of rubber bands of every colour. I choose a white one and slip it over my wrist, wondering how his cum would taste in my mouth before slipping through the heavy velvet curtains and on towards the music thumping in the distance.
I pause in a long tube like corridor, rubbing the tip of my cock with my thumb. The flesh coloured walls are lined with ribbed and veined neoprene and seem to throb in time to the music. My heart skips a beat and I can feel my penis begin to flush with blood in anticipation. I give a little pull on my fledgling erection and walk up the corridor towards the pounding rhythms beyond.
I push open the heavy steel double doors and step into a space about the size of a small aircraft hanger. Welcome to the Club.
I’m hit by a terrific wall of bass beats. No one looks up as I stand there naked, my cock swelling and my hunger building. A large brightly lit dance floor occupies the middle of the room and is heaving with sweaty naked and semi naked dancers of all body shapes and sizes. Above the floor, suspended horizontally from the vaulted ceiling, hangs an enormous golden phallus swaying languidly back and forth and thrusting into the steamy night air above the floor.
To my left and right a series of dimly lit booths stretches into the shadows and as I make my way towards the bar I can hear the fevered grunts and gasps from their occupants. Each booth holds a selection of butt plugs, anal vibrators, lubricants and oils. Mirrors are s**ttered liberally around the room amid the multitude of nude male sculptures and phallic statues. Even the chairs resemble erect penises with bean bags nestled beneath long tall shafts and bright purple crowns atop. In fact, everywhere you look, you see cock.
The spaces between the dance floor and the booths are covered in luxurious cushions and throws of velvet, silk, satin and leather. Here and there are the remains of restraint as the Club overwhelms the newcomers and they readily cast off the last of their reservations, and the last of their clothing. The air is heavy with testosterone and amyl nitrate, the smell of semen drifts on the warm breeze. I move through the crowd towards the bar.
Strong hands brush and caress my body as I slip through the crowd and when I am almost at the bar, I am pulled forcefully into a corner and pushed down onto my knees. I don’t resist. My white band announces my purpose. All at once, my mouth is full of hot cock. I waste no time and feed hungrily on this stranger’s meat. Almost instantly he is shooting his load down my throat. I want more but, as an aperitif, his sperm hits the spot. I wipe my lips with his cock and drift off towards the bar to find something colder to drink.
With the taste of his creamy semen still fresh in my mouth, I wait to be served. Each of the taps at the bar has a unique handle cast from the moulds of anonymous erect penis. Behind the bar, several huge TV screens show excerpts from various gay movies interspersed with clips from inside the Club. To my right, I can see the Dairy Farm: about a dozen men, their heads bobbing to and fro are milking the semen from a host of erections poking through from behind the wall. To my left, a tall door leads through to the steam rooms with hot tubs and showers.
I order a tall cold beer and a Viagra. As I stand in the crush, waiting for my order, I am suddenly aware of hands pulling at my hips, pressing what feels like an impressive erection into my back. I reach behind and slip my hand beneath the elastic of his white Lycra briefs. Slowly, I inch my hand down towards the base of his shaft. No pubes. Still with my back to him, I take a firm grip on his erection and begin to work my fist up and down his impressive pole. The thin skin of his cock glides beautifully over the stiffened flesh beneath. I hold him there until my pill and drink arrive but, as I turn to face him, I am surprised by a pair of lips fastening onto mine. A naked and very athletic blonde youth takes hold of my head in one hand and as his tongue darts into my mouth, he skilfully presses our cocks together with the other.
Slowly, our trio edges away from the crowd at the bar and slips into a vacant booth. We part and position ourselves on either side of what I assume to be a newbie as only on your first visit do you cling to your underwear so sheepishly! I have no patience for this and at once I am slipping between his knees. His cock looks enormous set in relief against his underpants and his pre cum has made a small damp patch. Taking hold of the elastic in both hands, I carefully lift the stretching material over his erection. His cock springs forward like an escaping prisoner and lies proudly against his belly. Slowly, I pull down his pants, scratching the elastic down his pole while flicking my tongue over his hips and thighs.
This man clearly works out and with a cock like this he could have a promising career in porno. His prick is colossal! At least ten inches from root to tip and, without the nest of pubes, it looks even bigger. I can’t wait. He smells delicious, the sweet sharp scent of testosterone enveloping my senses as I work my mouth over his hips and towards his meat. As I inch closer, I can feel the heat of his erection warming my face as he tries to guide his sex into my mouth. But not yet. I resist the urge to wrap my lips around his cock and suck him into my throat and instead I evade his insistent, desperate thrusting. Gradually, I draw nearer to my target.
The smooth skin of his nut sack is pulled tight by his sperm filled balls, each one perfectly defined in outline as they nestle beneath his thick shaft like a hairless peach. Carefully, one after the other, I scoop them into my mouth. He gasps above me as I delicately suck on his flesh. His man-mammaries feel cool and tantalisingly heavy as they rest upon my warm wet tongue and I fantasize about their juices and the hot cream to follow.
I withdraw letting my breath fall over his ball-sack, the skin shining wetly with my spit, before kissing his inner thighs, his hips, his belly, my excitement rising. All the while I am staring up at the powerfully veined length of his thick hard shaft as I move my mouth over his flesh. Once again, I lower my head. His spunk tube stands proud rising like a tensed muscle and pointing like an arrow straight up towards the domed tip of his cock. I flick my tongue from side to side as I slowly begin to creep up his erection.
As I inch up, my partner in pleasure begin to quickly work his way down over the muscled terrain of rippling abs and smooth lower belly until our tongues meet over the summit of our Club Virgin's prick. His purple crown peeps out from beneath his foreskin and a substantial amount of pre cum has pooled on his belly and glistens invitingly, like a warm lake on a cold day. We dive in, lapping up the yummy cock juices from his foreskin with cum hungry eyes.
As our lips meet over his cock, I take a firm hold of his engorged penis and snatch back the foreskin in one sudden jerk. Above us, we hear him gasp as I expose the delicious purple dome within. His cock's eye weeps with joy, a river of salty sweet tears and, as our tongues wrestle and writhe like mating snakes over his blood flushed flesh, we feast on his delicious pre cum, lashing the swollen tip of his erection as we snog over his big fat cock.
I pull it away from his body and let it snap back, slapping against his tummy with a satisfying thwack! At once, we pounce upon it. We can feel his fingers running through our hair as our tongues and teeth glide up and down the thin vein laced skin of his shaft, from balls to tip. He's trying desperately to guide our mouths onto his glittering purple crown and, just as we have him teased almost to the point of orgasm, a fourth partner joins our group. He clambers over the table, sending butt plugs and lube skittering across the floor then, balancing on the red leather upholstery of our corner booth, he guides his semi flaccid cock towards our Virgin's face. Immediately, he complies, parting his lips to accept the meat.
This is our cue to up the tempo. I grip the drool covered erection we have been working and with both hands I point it towards my felatio partner. His mouth is on it almost before I have finished aiming and I watch, transfixed as his lips slip up and down the long fat pole. My cock is achingly stiff as the Viagra begins to take effect and I know that I will be hard for hours; I am in no rush to empty my balls but I am hungry for a taste of our virgin's hot man cream.
At last, it's my turn to blow his cock! Eagerly, I suck his length into my throat and as I suck his hot swelling flesh, I notice our fourth partner working his erection around our Virgin's mouth. I stare up at my tag team mate, smiling with my eyes as he flicks his tongue over hips and flanks. Not needing a second invitation, and naturally preferring a nice hard cock in his mouth to kissing, he immediately sinks to his knees before me and scoops up my boner into his mouth in one fluid movement.
His technique is fabulous. His mouth feels so wet and warm and it grips me like a fist as his lips form a perfect tight seal around my pole. His tongue probes and works my erection, flicking, stroking, licking as he drives me towards climax. Feverishly, his head works over my crotch as he pumps my foreskin back and forth. I feel so turned on, inspired motivated. I instantly match him stroke for stroke, gasping, grunting, slurping. I know that our Virgin Clubber won't be able to take much more and I can feel his glans swelling on my tongue as his breathing becomes laboured.
Reaching between my legs, I raise his head and pull him up, directing him towards the cock slipping in and out of my mouth. Together, we lap at his blood flushed tip until, abruptly, he groans loudly. Pearly white ropes of hot jizzum leap from his twitching penis spraying hotly over our up turned faces and splashing in great white gouts over his belly and chest. My fist pounds his pudenda and his semen flies wildly in great looping arcs of milky protein. Like kittens in a creamery, we lap up this man cream until his cock and tummy are spotless. Then I take my thumb and forefinger and squeeze out the last drops onto the spunk spattered tongue opposite me. He holds it there for me and together with snog once again over the erection, swallowing and moaning in ecstasy as the sperm slips down our throats before scooping up the splashes and drops from our chins, spooning it each into the others eager mouth. It doesn't take too long before Our Virgin, or should I say ex Virgin Clubber, is fully aroused once more.
TO BE CONTINUED...
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