Disclaimer ------------
The following is a work of gay erotic fiction. It does contain descriptions of sexual acts between males. If that offends you, if you are underage, or if possessing it is illegal where you are, then stop reading now!
This story is loosely based on the personal experience of a South African boy living and working in Johanessburg. Names and places have been changed to protect the innocent - namely me. Comments and critisims are welcome.
Club Gladiator ---------------
Simon just turned 25, just finished varsity, just moved to the big city and just got himself a decent jobbie. His life was about to start. Well it took a few months in his new role as 'adult' before his life really kicked off.
Having moved away from everything he'd known Simon also moved away from everybody he'd known. Sure they might not have been the best of people but at least they were people to interact with unlike now - completely alone in a big city.
One Monday morning on his daily walk down to the canteen for lunch. He shared a lift with some boys from the call centre. He called them 'boys' 'cause they couldn't have been more than maybe 19 years old. Standing at the back of the lift trying to look completely disinterested in the two men and their conversation; Simon couldn't help overhearing that these boys had been to 'Club Gladiator' the past weekend.
"There were stunning boys there on Friday night." "O Yes!"
"It's now or never!!" Simon thought. He opened his mouth and said "Are you?" "Yes we are" "And so are you by the way. I can smell you a mile away"
Simon was shocked at this brash forward comment. Struggling to not be defensive Simon came back with; "You're also smelling kinda horrendous, what is that Tommy?"
"Aaa.... Mmmm..... Good comeback dude. My name is David and this is my friend Alex" "I'm Simon."
The three of them had lunch together. Over the week they became friendlier and by Friday night Simon was comfortable enough with Alex and David to go with them to Club Gladiator. It would be the first time in Simon's whole life that he'd go to a gay club. It would be the first time that he'd go with gay friends and it would be the first time he let himself consider that he was in fact probably gay.
Growing up in a small repressed town didn't do anything for a confused young boy. His teachers would tell him and the other boys in his class not to play with themselves. It went against the religion the school subscribed to. His parents never ever discussed sex with him. In fact nobody's parents discussed sex in that town. You could see when the kids hit puberty 'cause suddenly young playful, outgoing kids became quiet, scared, ashamed and miserable. It was like that for everybody growing up. That is the reason Simon needed to get out of that place. That was the reason Simon didn't know about sex till Varsity and the education porno mags gave. What Simon realised soon was that he preferred the gay porno much much more than the straight.
Club Gladiator is in the city centre. It's an old converted cinema with three levels. A kind of chill level, a vibrant dance level and third completely unlit level. Simon didn't want to know what went on there. The music was incredible. Stuff he'd never heard before except for maybe at the gym when James did the spinning class.
The gym was Simon's only release from the daily pressures. Tuesday evenings were the best 'cause James (about 22, reasonably short and somewhat stocky but noticeably bottom heavy from all the cycling he did) took the spinning class. He'd always play the best house music while working that bike up to a ridiculous speed. It was the smile that did it every time. As Simon's legs would burn, as Simon was about to sit down in his seat not able to go any longer... James would smile at him. That was all it took to re-energize him. There was something about this guy that made Simon's whole week.
Simon floated around the club. He loved it but hated it 'cause he couldn't dance as well as the others. He hated the older guys staring him down. He hated that he didn't have the nerve to talk to the guys that made his heart skip. He especially hated seeing some guys from his gym there. Not even the nice ones. It was turning into a bitter-sweet night until David and Alex stepped in.
David wore a pair of white clam digger shorts that ended just in the middle of his calves. This white contrasted perfectly with a bright blue shirt. On a dark haired, well tanned boy the attired looked quite alluring. Especially since the shorts were virtually transparent and anybody to make out the black briefs underneath. Alex was also a dark haired boy with blue blue eyes. A rare combination Simon always thought. Alex had the build of a pretty boy. Skinny and lean with almost no muscle to hold onto or admire. He had on tan cargo pants and white vest. Both of them looked good but nowhere near as good as the spinner James, or that boy on the dance floor sporting and FBI shirt.
They took Simon by the hands and dragged him onto the dance floor. Simon vibrated a little. Sensing his discomfort David showed Simon a few moves. Simon clicked quickly; within a half hour Simon had all the basic moves down and was looking almost like he belonged on the dance floor.
He felt somebody pinch his butt. He turned round and saw the 'police man'. The 'police man' was about 1.7m tall and built like a rugby player. He had short dark hair, was wearing a tight brown shirt with an 'FBI' logo on it (hence the name 'police man'). All Simon could think was 'GRRRROWWEL'. Like before Simon told himself to take the lead, to take control of the situation; you saw him before and you liked him then. You still like him now and if you don't do anything about it somebody else is gonna. Simon sauntered up to the 'police man', leant in his ear and asked him what his name was. This was very out of character for shy, reserved Simon.
"JUSTIN! AND YOU?" "SIMON", the music was very loud and he couldn't hear what Justin (or was it something else) was saying. "LETS GET A DRINK" "SURE"
Simon walked off the dance floor with Justin in pursuit. They found a quiet place downstairs and started talking. Justin commented on how Simon's tight red Johnny Collar, and superbly cut jeans showed of his athletic build. Simon replied with thanks and then went on to say how the FBI shirt was really doing it for him. This all the while Simon trying to hide his complete lack of experience.
They talked a little more. Back to the dance floor where David and Alex gave a knowing wink and pat on the back. Simon was in heaven and hell at the same time all of a sudden. He'd managed to catch the man of the moment and nobody could take that away. What next? Simon kept thinking. What the hell do I do next? I want this man so badly.
The music slowed a little and he felt a kiss. This was a rough yet gentle manly kiss. He felt the hint of stubble rubbing against his own; he felt just a touch of tongue. Kinda stunned and relieved he realised it was Justin and not some stranger. Kinda stunned Simon didn't know how to react except by returning the favour. Simon grabbed Justin and kissed him full on. Shoved his tongue between Justin's lips. It was the first Simon had ever kissed a man and it was perfect. All Simon could think was - this is who I am and this is what I like. Simon didn't want the kiss to end.
Justin grabbed Simon by the hand and pulled him upstairs to the dark third level. Simons heart pounding. Justin found a spot with bean bag in it. Justin pushed Simon into the bean bag, got on top of him and kissed him again.
Simon whispered; 'I've never...' Justin stopped for a second not knowing what to do with this. He was sitting on top of a hot virgin in dingy club in the middle of town. O my Hell! Could this be any naughtier?
"SHHHhhhh, I'll take care of you." Justin kissed him again. Then ran his tongue down Simon's neck. Down the V shape of his Johnny Collar, over his nipple. He licked Simon through his shirt. Simon couldn't believe what was happening. Justin aimed lower. Simon suddenly felt a warm wet tongue on his abs. He felt his shirt being push up while his abs and pecs were being licked. Simon whimpered in complete surrender.
Simon didn't realise that Justin had his hand in his fly until he came up, leant in his ear and whispered 'Found it'. Simon didn't care then. It was just too magical and beautiful. All self consciousness was gone. Partly thanks to the darkness and partly thanks to this beautiful 'police man'.
Justin undid the jean button. "You're not wearing underwear you little fuck!" A health magazine suggested to go without underwear as often as possible to let 'you penis hang free and exercise at it's own pace'. Stupid magazine filled with hot muscle boys and inane articles. Simon did the like 'hanging free' feeling though. Made him feel powerful, sexy and naughty at the same time.
Simon took this as permission to push down his jeans to give Justin the prize he was so keenly looking for. Then it happened. He felt it for the first time in his life. A warm wet mouth, inviting, exploring tongue wrapped around the head of his dick. Simon imagined this moment over and over but never realised how good it would really feel.
"O... Fuck!" is all Simon can say.
Justin licked the shaft from tip to base. Then came up and said "I love a long cut bushy dick"
Simon didn't want to hear it. He pushed Justin down. Justin didn't fight. Justin carried on licking and sucking on that meat. It didn't take long for Simon to feel a variation of that familiar feeling. Unlike the usual wank-offs where the feeling was mostly in his dick, this was something else. His legs tingled, his abs tingled. The head of his penis tingled. He felt kinda light headed and then exploded.
"Fuck...ing...hell" Justin tried not to gag as Simon thrust his dick in and out. Justin tried his damndest to get as much of Simon's cum in his mouth. Simons' dick got more and more sensitive as he came. Once he was done he couldn't bare to have anything touch it let alone a warm caressing tongue explore it. He just pulled back. Justin got the hint. After what seemed like the longest while Simon flopped back into the bean bag. Justin came up and kissed Simon. Simon didn't expect to find his own cum in Justin's mouth. It was kinda gross and kinda nice at the same time. It was an odd taste or maybe it was just the taste of the beers they had afterwards masking this taste. Simon struggled to swallow while kissing. Cum flowed out of his mouth. Justin slobbered it up again. The 'police man' whispered "I wanted YOU taste how sweet you are".
Simon didn't agree. But did reply "I wanna taste you now, I want you to feel like I feel". 'O God! How cheesy is that Simon?' He thought but it didn't matter 'cause it had the effect he wanted.
Justin stood up. Simon hurriedly unbuttoned Justin's jeans. Pulled them down to his knees then pulled down his briefs. The briefs were a little more difficult 'cause Justin's hard dick was holding them up. Simon nervously got them down. He couldn't see much in the darkness so proceeded to use his hands to feel what Justin 'looked like'. Somehow this was kinkier than he'd imagined. He'd never seen another cock in real life. All the cock he'd seen besides his own was in pornos. Now that he couldn't see his first real dick he had to feel it. So badly had to feel it. Had to touch it, taste it and make it explode.
Simon felt Justin's thighs at first. They were smooth, obviously shaven. He moved his hands up and round Justin's butt. Again smooth and very very tight. Simon always wanted his own butt to be tight but could never allow himself to go through the female dominant 'buns and thighs' class. Funny thought at this time made Simon smile.
"Stop teasing", his hands came round slowly to the front. First he felt Justin's upper thighs again, and then the texture changed. It went from smooth to prickly rough. Simon's one hand had reach Justin's bush while his other hand had reached Justin's balls. His balls were shaved smooth. His bush was very short, not like own that was all natural. His hand caressed Justin's balls while his other found the shaft. It wasn't very very long. >From base all the was up to the tip felt like about 15cm. He knew this feeling 'cause this is how long his own cock felt in the dark.
Justin has a surprise for Simon. He was uncut. The tip of dick was wet and slick. Simon had always wanted to play with uncut dick. Actually, Simon always wanted to play with dick other than his own. Simon pumped down pulling the foreskin over the head of Justin's dick. It was incredible to feel the extra play a foreskin gave. "If only the lights were on!" Simon thought.
"MMMmmmm" Justin whimpered.
Simon pumped once or twice then leant forward. He smelt that musky odour a man develops after a vigorous effort. It was more than enough to spur him on to taking Justin's dick into his mouth. He didn't know quite what to do. He licked around the head between the tip and foreskin. Justin liked it. He began to bop on his dick but realised that he needed to make an adjustment. He pulled down, pulled Justin's foreskin all the way down uncovering the bulbous head of his cock. This was much better. He bopped slowly. Justin moaned quietly.
Simon's free hand had found its way into Justin's crack. Slowly slowly it would push Justin forward then pull him back. This other hand was regulating the rhythm of Simon's first ever blow job. Pushing more and more of Justin's dick into his mouth.
"Yeah, I like it slow". Simon was lost. It was awesome. Who could have ever guessed that sucking dick was this good. More and more Simon relaxed eventually taking in all of Justin's now hot and somewhat throbbing cock. His guiding hand found a new handle by hooking his middle finger in Justin's ass.
Simon would have never ever guessed that his first time would see him with a police god, see him with a huge dick rammed down his throat and see him with now two fingers in a stranger's ass hole. It was just a turn on. Something dangerous, something he shouldn't be doing but something that bad had to be and was indeed very very good. The hand holding onto Justin's shaft began to wonder. Feeling the texture of his balls. Feeling the trimmed bush and imagining what it must look like in the light. His hand then slipped onto his own dick. It was the most natural place for it then. Simon began pumping his own dick.
Justin groaned everytime a finger entered his hole. He loved it. Simon sensed this and changed his approach angle. He pushed his hand between Justin's legs and up. Found his hole and began to finger fuck Justin as he was sucking. Justin's excitement got louder.
Simon could feel something different. Simon felt Justin's balls slowing coming up. Simon also felt Justin's need to pump harder and harder. Justin was about to cum. Simon hastened the load by pushing two fingers deep into Justin's ass.
Justin came. Justin grabbed Simon's head with both hands and pumped his load down Simon's throat. Simon was choking but that didn't make Justin stop. Justin just fucked Simon's face shooting load after load of hot sticky jism. It was incredible. A warm inviting mouth, two fingers scraping the inner walls of his asshole. He hadn't cum this good in weeks.
Simon recovered. Simon loved it. Simon had to beat off before they both got dressed and back to the dance floor. Justin helped.
"I thought you're a novice at this shit?" "I am, did you like it?" "Fuck yeah. Your fingers up my ass, OMIGOD. You need to finish that off" "What you mean?" "You stretched me out now. You need to fuck me for real." "Ok. When?" "Let's go to my place"