really beautiful deep mahogany dick, darker than the rest of his skin, uncut and with a reddish-brown head poking out. I really want to taste it but I resist, licking all around. Gently I pull the foreskin back and run my finger around the crown. Ricky groans, reaches down and jerks our dicks together. Rob leans forward and starts licking Ricky’s balls and around his dick. Ricky leans in and let’s go of Rob’s dick. Ricky growls and lets out a deep moan. I think Ricky’s ready to come and so am I. Rob jerks hisown dick harder and flicks his tongue along the head of Ricky’s dick. I think we’re all about to shoot and then Ricky pulls back, lets go of my dick and says, “Thanks, you guys are really hot but I don’t want to come yet.”
Rob reluctantly stops jerking off and we stuff our dicks back into our pants. Ricky goes back to the stage, joins Johnny. They play with each other briefly, thank the audience and exit. Rob and I are painfully hard. Talk about blue balls.
Rob and I don’t say anything. We go back downstairs looking for some action. Nothing going on in the maze. Maybe we’ll check out the next show in a few minutes. Might be Ricky again or even someone hotter. We slip into the arena just as the show starts. Not Ricky. Not even close. Not particularly pretty. We duck out of the show and head upstairs. In the lobby we adjust ourselves, dash out the door and head for Market Street.
We exchange one word: “Universe.” If we’re lucky we’ll still get in free before eleven with our invites. We grab a cab and ten minutes later we’re in line. The line is quick, then ID check, hand over the invites and we’re in. We walk past the bar and check out the scene. Projected videos of water against the walls and ceiling. Giant fish, and oh cool, a mermaid hanging above the bar. Definitely one of their better efforts. The dance floor is nearly empty.
Rob snags a table on the far side of the bar and I get us two absolute rocks, two waters and a Gatorade, stuff waters and Gatorades into my various cargo pockets, and bring the drinks to the table. We sip our drinks, waiting for the dance floor to fill. Shouldn’t be too long. Lots of boys around and good music so far.
I start to point out something to Rob when I notice him staring. It’s Ricky and the cute Asian guy from the Campus standing over by the dance floor. I had wondered what happenedto the Asian guy after his shower show. Rob catches himself and looks away. Ricky got here quick. He must have left right after the show while we were downstairs with the ugly one. I wonder if Ricky and Asian guy are together…
“Don’t stare,” admonishes Rob.
I do my best to look away but still manage to catch a look from Ricky. I smile, acknowledging having seen him, but play it cool. He’s a professional after all. And I’m never sure how Rob will react. Ricky is very hot but not worth Rob trouble. Besides we didn’t even talk to him. He could be a total idiot. He does have a nice dick though.
Ricky wanders off out of sight. We finish our drinks, put in our earplugs and slip onto the now full dance floor. The music is good, lots of familiar anthems to get things going. Rob floats into the sea of boys moving in graceful motion to the beat. He really can dance. I’m forever jealous. I give myself over to the lights and sound, letting my mind drift.
The dance floor packs with hot, sweaty boys as the music really takes off. We peel out shirts off along with the other boys who get friendlier and friendlier as their drugs kick in. We get sandwiched in a crowd of boys about half of whom we know and all of whom are very touchy-feely. Yum.
Over Rob’s shoulder I see Ricky, standing along the side of the dance floor watching us. I don’t see the other guy. I try to keep an eye on Ricky but we get swept along with the boys. By the time the group dissolves, Ricky’s slipped out of view.
I tap Rob on the shoulder, hold up an empty water bottle and gesture
Rob reluctantly stops jerking off and we stuff our dicks back into our pants. Ricky goes back to the stage, joins Johnny. They play with each other briefly, thank the audience and exit. Rob and I are painfully hard. Talk about blue balls.
Rob and I don’t say anything. We go back downstairs looking for some action. Nothing going on in the maze. Maybe we’ll check out the next show in a few minutes. Might be Ricky again or even someone hotter. We slip into the arena just as the show starts. Not Ricky. Not even close. Not particularly pretty. We duck out of the show and head upstairs. In the lobby we adjust ourselves, dash out the door and head for Market Street.
We exchange one word: “Universe.” If we’re lucky we’ll still get in free before eleven with our invites. We grab a cab and ten minutes later we’re in line. The line is quick, then ID check, hand over the invites and we’re in. We walk past the bar and check out the scene. Projected videos of water against the walls and ceiling. Giant fish, and oh cool, a mermaid hanging above the bar. Definitely one of their better efforts. The dance floor is nearly empty.
Rob snags a table on the far side of the bar and I get us two absolute rocks, two waters and a Gatorade, stuff waters and Gatorades into my various cargo pockets, and bring the drinks to the table. We sip our drinks, waiting for the dance floor to fill. Shouldn’t be too long. Lots of boys around and good music so far.
I start to point out something to Rob when I notice him staring. It’s Ricky and the cute Asian guy from the Campus standing over by the dance floor. I had wondered what happenedto the Asian guy after his shower show. Rob catches himself and looks away. Ricky got here quick. He must have left right after the show while we were downstairs with the ugly one. I wonder if Ricky and Asian guy are together…
“Don’t stare,” admonishes Rob.
I do my best to look away but still manage to catch a look from Ricky. I smile, acknowledging having seen him, but play it cool. He’s a professional after all. And I’m never sure how Rob will react. Ricky is very hot but not worth Rob trouble. Besides we didn’t even talk to him. He could be a total idiot. He does have a nice dick though.
Ricky wanders off out of sight. We finish our drinks, put in our earplugs and slip onto the now full dance floor. The music is good, lots of familiar anthems to get things going. Rob floats into the sea of boys moving in graceful motion to the beat. He really can dance. I’m forever jealous. I give myself over to the lights and sound, letting my mind drift.
The dance floor packs with hot, sweaty boys as the music really takes off. We peel out shirts off along with the other boys who get friendlier and friendlier as their drugs kick in. We get sandwiched in a crowd of boys about half of whom we know and all of whom are very touchy-feely. Yum.
Over Rob’s shoulder I see Ricky, standing along the side of the dance floor watching us. I don’t see the other guy. I try to keep an eye on Ricky but we get swept along with the boys. By the time the group dissolves, Ricky’s slipped out of view.
I tap Rob on the shoulder, hold up an empty water bottle and gesture
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