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Tuesday, December 27, 2022

All Male True Experience: A Walk on the Wild Side

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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