SmoothChris
01-22-2005, 08:11 PM
I don't often frequent gay clubs, because in the past I've found that people rather assume that I'm a committed gay, which I'm not. I like both. But last summer a lovely guy I meet on the beach persuaded me to go with him to his club. Very small, quiet and discreet, he said. 'Very informal dress code - no one bothers what you wear'. So I went. Pale tan slacks, moccasins, and a slightly darker shirt. When we got there, mid evening, there were only half a dozen guys in the bar, and I have to say that they made me very welcome. No inquisition about my preferences - just welcoming. The only problem was that being midsummer it was a 'shorts and tops' evening. Everyone there was wearing very short shorts that left little to the imagination, with a variety of skimpy tops. My friend had his shorts and top on under his outer clothing, which he quickly removed to be just like the others. The shorts were very tight, and his bulge looked huge. He said that he'd forgotten to tell me about the dress code for the evening, and explained that I would have to do something, because I was very overdressed. I explained that I wasn't wearing boxer shorts, so it would be a bit difficult. We were all sitting round the bar, and there was a discussion as to what, as their guest, I should do. They quickly agreed that I should simply strip down to whatever underwear I had on, and they wouldn't mind if it wasn't anything very smart. Would I please slip out to the gentleman's room, adjust my dress, and come back with just my underwear on, so then we would all be comfortable. I did notice that one or two of the members had got very obvious bulges, and took this to be the result of discussing my underwear. I realised that I had been set up, but what else could I do but 'go with the flow'?
So I went to the gentlemen's room and stripped off everything except my underwear, and the bar steward came in and kindly put everything in a plastic bag and said he'd look after it for me. 'They'll like that' he said, looking at my minimal black g-string which was straining a bit on account of my erection.
So I went back into the bar and joined my friend. When they saw me there was a bit of a silence, and one of them said 'I'm glad you forgot your shorts - that's lovely'. I wasn't sure whether he meant the g-string or the bulge. Someone else noticed that I appeared to be shaved, and I had to admit that I was, indeed, properly shaved. My friend reached across, slid his hand down the front of my g-string and felt my hard cock. 'I think you'll like it here - you're dressed perfectly for the occasion'. By this time my cock was doing the only thing possible - trying hard to climb out of my g-string. They all wanted to feel my shave (and the hard cock) and all agreed that it was, indeed, nice and smooth. Having 'felt up' their guest, everyone got another drink and the conversation became general. However, my friend's hand was busy all the time, and ended up as it had before - inside my g-string. By sliding his hand in sideways he took hold of my shaft and squeezed. One of the others was watching closely, and saw that my cock was stretching the g-string to its limits. I might say that mine wasn't the only one, and several others were very obviously rock-hard inside their flimsy shorts. Not much in the way of undies there, I thought. Finally my friend said 'Come on Chris, put them out of their misery. I'm afraid I told them about your lovely bare cock, and now they want to see it. Come on - why don't you let me slip that g-string off? Don't worry about interruptions - the door's locked'. So I stood up and my friend undressed me (if removing a tiny g-string can be called undressing). Standing there shaved and naked, surrounded by men in sexy shorts, gave me the hardest erection I'd ever had, and I felt myself being appraised like a bull in a pen. I was led to a large coffee table in the centre of the room, and they told me to lie down on it. By now I'd guessed what they were going to do, and I was right. They all came and kneeled by the coffee table, and their hands explored me. All of me. Everywhere. I noticed that by now they were all naked, and every cock was hard. So I did a bit of groping of my own, and found a couple of lovely bare cocks like my own. My friend leaned over, and started licking me - every inch. Moments later my cock was in his mouth and his tongue was working me hard. Then he went right down until his lips met my shaved pubis, and I couldn't help groaning with pleasure as someone gently squeezed my balls and someone else's fingers sought to get inside me. Someone said 'That curved cock slips down really well, doesn't it?' and the handling became even more intense. Soon they'd all tasted my cock, and it was back to my friend and his busy tongue. That I could stand no longer, so I thrust deep into his mouth and came. As he slid up to kiss me, and I tasted my own cum still in his mouth, they all came - mostly over my body. I was completely overwhelmed, and just lay there for ages while the others wandered back to the bar. Eventually I got up, went for a shower, put my g-string back on and returned to the bar. They were all very friendly, and explained to me that this had been their way of deciding whether to invite me to be a member. I had, it seemed, passed the first test.
Music started, and I danced with several of them. Somewhere along the line the g-string came off again, and I danced cock-to-cock with one of those lovely smooth members. Fantastic experience, and not surprisingly I was soon hard again. On a huge leather couch I got to know that bare cock rather better, and by the time my friend persuaded me to go home I was, quite literally, sucked dry.
Lovely club, lovely men, and I hope they'll invite me.
Anyone else had a similar experience?
So I went to the gentlemen's room and stripped off everything except my underwear, and the bar steward came in and kindly put everything in a plastic bag and said he'd look after it for me. 'They'll like that' he said, looking at my minimal black g-string which was straining a bit on account of my erection.
So I went back into the bar and joined my friend. When they saw me there was a bit of a silence, and one of them said 'I'm glad you forgot your shorts - that's lovely'. I wasn't sure whether he meant the g-string or the bulge. Someone else noticed that I appeared to be shaved, and I had to admit that I was, indeed, properly shaved. My friend reached across, slid his hand down the front of my g-string and felt my hard cock. 'I think you'll like it here - you're dressed perfectly for the occasion'. By this time my cock was doing the only thing possible - trying hard to climb out of my g-string. They all wanted to feel my shave (and the hard cock) and all agreed that it was, indeed, nice and smooth. Having 'felt up' their guest, everyone got another drink and the conversation became general. However, my friend's hand was busy all the time, and ended up as it had before - inside my g-string. By sliding his hand in sideways he took hold of my shaft and squeezed. One of the others was watching closely, and saw that my cock was stretching the g-string to its limits. I might say that mine wasn't the only one, and several others were very obviously rock-hard inside their flimsy shorts. Not much in the way of undies there, I thought. Finally my friend said 'Come on Chris, put them out of their misery. I'm afraid I told them about your lovely bare cock, and now they want to see it. Come on - why don't you let me slip that g-string off? Don't worry about interruptions - the door's locked'. So I stood up and my friend undressed me (if removing a tiny g-string can be called undressing). Standing there shaved and naked, surrounded by men in sexy shorts, gave me the hardest erection I'd ever had, and I felt myself being appraised like a bull in a pen. I was led to a large coffee table in the centre of the room, and they told me to lie down on it. By now I'd guessed what they were going to do, and I was right. They all came and kneeled by the coffee table, and their hands explored me. All of me. Everywhere. I noticed that by now they were all naked, and every cock was hard. So I did a bit of groping of my own, and found a couple of lovely bare cocks like my own. My friend leaned over, and started licking me - every inch. Moments later my cock was in his mouth and his tongue was working me hard. Then he went right down until his lips met my shaved pubis, and I couldn't help groaning with pleasure as someone gently squeezed my balls and someone else's fingers sought to get inside me. Someone said 'That curved cock slips down really well, doesn't it?' and the handling became even more intense. Soon they'd all tasted my cock, and it was back to my friend and his busy tongue. That I could stand no longer, so I thrust deep into his mouth and came. As he slid up to kiss me, and I tasted my own cum still in his mouth, they all came - mostly over my body. I was completely overwhelmed, and just lay there for ages while the others wandered back to the bar. Eventually I got up, went for a shower, put my g-string back on and returned to the bar. They were all very friendly, and explained to me that this had been their way of deciding whether to invite me to be a member. I had, it seemed, passed the first test.
Music started, and I danced with several of them. Somewhere along the line the g-string came off again, and I danced cock-to-cock with one of those lovely smooth members. Fantastic experience, and not surprisingly I was soon hard again. On a huge leather couch I got to know that bare cock rather better, and by the time my friend persuaded me to go home I was, quite literally, sucked dry.
Lovely club, lovely men, and I hope they'll invite me.
Anyone else had a similar experience?