By:
ZigZagZonk
This experience happened thirty years ago, in the
space of about thirty minutes.
I was twenty-one, shy, naïve, and more than a bit
curious about life and sex. I was also getting absolutely no interest from the
ladies. There was a bar close to my college that had a seedier reputation than
it deserved because it was THE gay bar in the area and anybody who was gay, bi,
or curious (like me) went there. It was New Year's Eve, and, to quote Lou Reed,
I thought, "Why not take a walk on the wild side?"
Later that evening, I put on what I thought was
appropriate attire for a gay nightclub and headed off. I may have been new at
this, but I was not so naïve as to
realize that my twinkish charm would appeal to some of the gay men.
When I got there, the club was packed full of men on
the prowl, so many that every square inch was jammed full. The place had the
stench of cologne, alcohol, and smoke. Those were the days when you could still
smoke in a bar, but how anybody got a lit cigarette in their mouth was beyond
me; you could only slip past the door and work yourself past horny men three
inches at a time.
The dark nightclub was operating at a deafening roar.
People laughed and talked at full volume to be heard over the dance music pounding
out of the loudspeakers. Some of the young men seemed exciting and handsome,
but bars were not my scene and I did not know how to start a conversation with
a stranger in a room where you could hardly talk. I just shuffled past the men
until I reached the far end.
When I reached the opposite end, someone was suddenly
talking into my ear. "I haven't seen you here before," the voice
said.
I turned my head when he pulled his away. He was twice
my age and had the look of a man who worked out, with thick solid biceps that
intimidated a skinny college kid like me.
"First time here," I shouted back over the
hubbub and music.
He smiled knowingly of experience, looked over my body, lingering on my crotch for a moment, then looked back to my face, and said, "Well, welcome!"
As I replied, "Thanks," he looked back at my crotch again, and when he looked back at my face, I smiled. It was more of a nervous smile, but I guess he took it as interest and permission because he just unabashedly reached his hand over and started rubbing my cock through my pants.
I was probably not the first newbie he had
welcomed to the club in this manner, but it was the first time another man had
touched me down there. I was shocked by his action, and the boldness of it, and
I didn't really know how to handle a situation like this, so I just stood there
and let him continue with his unapologetic harassment of my sex organ.
Something like this has never happened to me at a
straight club. Generally, I would spend the evening getting turned down by any
women I would talk to, and then watch women throwing themselves at other guys.
Then I would end up going home frustrated and horny and jerking myself off to
porn.
But in the gay world, here I was only minutes into
this bar and someone was not only hitting on me but touching me in an obscene
way. Then he surprised me when he unzipped me right in the middle of the crowd!
"Very nice!" he said as he slid his hand in
and fished my cock out through the hole. I don't want to brag, but for a skinny
boy, I had a fat piece of meat in my pants.
Even though his hand felt so good on my rock-hard dong,
with all the other people so close to us, I was afraid that a sudden twist of
another customer's body might reveal what he was doing and we would get thrown out,
or worse, and I protested. "I don't think you should be doing that
here," I told him.
He smiled and replied, "It's fine… unless you get
caught," and he locked his eyes on mine as he molested me in the most
intimate way in the most public of places.
I suppose I could have protested more, and suggested that
we take it somewhere else, but my stupid cock wasn't protesting at all. It had been
longing for attention from someone, something, anything other than my own rosy
palm, and this man was finally giving it what it wanted, so I decided to just give
in and enjoy the ride.
It felt good not only to be masturbated but to be the
object of someone else's desire. I imagined the number of women who had shot me
down when I asked them out on a date. I bet none of them were doing anything as
wild as I was doing that night nor would any of them dare to do anything so
provocative as to masturbate me in public.
My cock was throbbing in his hand now and leaking a
thin line of clear pre-cum off its tip, and as he continued to slide his hand up
and down the shaft in a twisting motion, I found myself gently thrusting my dick
into his fist.
That didn't last long, though, as he suddenly increased
the speed of his stroking, greatly, and I gasped as my young prick started to spurt.
I remember trying to be quiet when I was cumming, which was ridiculous because
it wasn't like anyone would've heard me.
He had caught my load in his other hand, which I
discovered as he raised it up, took a sniff of my wad, and then stuck his
tongue out and tasted it. "Not bad," he said near my ear. "Want some?"
he asked offering my load to me from his hand with a smile.
I shook my head, no, as I worked at getting my still half-hard and sticky dick shoved back through my fly. "Oh well, more for me, I guess," he replied, and I watched as he licked the rest of my cum from the palm of his hand.
When he was finished, he leaned back in and very nonchalantly said, "Catch you later," and then turned away from me, and I watched him squeeze through the crowd and disappear.
It was definitely a very new experience for me, but it was also definitely the best New Year's Eve I'd ever had!
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