Date: Sat, 30 Sep 2017 18:56:32 +0000 From: J a skehan Subject: Fort Lauderdale Sunday Tea Dance Fort Lauderdale Sunday Tea Dance cajuncock If you've gotten this far you know the drill. If you are offended by stories of sex between men or men and boys, should leave now before you sin more. Remember to zip your pants back up too. This is a work of fiction, the property of the author. It may not be reused or reprinted without his written consent. Names have been changed to protect the guilty parties. Events portrayed are drawn from the experiences and dirty mind of the author. Comments welcomed: jaskejr@hotmail.com (not .cum!!) cajuncock Here I was standing in the airport in sunny Fort Lauderdale. A week ago this trip was not even on my radar. But a lot of things had changed in that week. I'd arrived home from work to find a note from my lover of 10 years. Simply put he was gone, bored with our domestic life. He'd found a younger guy, a blond twink who brought excitement into his life and they'd run off to New York City. It took me about an hour to assess the situation. Then I got into action. I got online to our bank and checked out joint account. The dumb fuck was so anxious to jump into bed with the twink that he'd left the joint account untouched. I quickly transferred the money, all but $200, into my own account. I assumed that he thought he could live on his debit card. Satisfied that the money was safe, I decided that I had to get away from the cold March of the mid west and head to warmer climes- Fort Lauderdale. Getting a cheap ticket was easy, as was renting a car there. I called my boss who also happened to be gay and explained my situation. I had a lot of unused vacation time and thought a few weeks in the sun shine would help me get over the shock. I went online and booked a room at a gay motel near the beach. Closing up the house and making arrangements to have the locks changed and a month's bills paid, I left for the airport and a new freedom as a single gay man. Taking off from cold weather did lift my spirits. The motel turned out to be better than I expected. The hunky young manager had me settled in no time. He pointed out that the most popular gay beach was only 2 short blocks away. He also provided me with a local gay map to help me get around. I quickly changed and hit the beach. It was warm but not hot there. The only bad thing were groups of loud, older, New Yorkers with their Hispanic toy boys. It reminded me of why I had another reason to hate New Yorkers. I spent a few hours tanning before returning to the quiet of the motel pool. The young hunk was tiding up the area around the pool. I asked him about places I should go. He grabbed a gay map and pointed out the most popular happy hour bars and a few discos for later. I rested in my room for a few hours. Refreshed I changed into a pair of cut off shorts and a tank top. I headed for the first two bars. Both were populated with what seemed to be older, retired gay men with young Hispanic boys hanging onto them. It was not my scene. Then I headed to the two leather and jeans bars. I thought that I'd be underdressed but was surprised to see that I fit in. Both bars had shaded patios and what seemed like a tame crowd. The pool tables and wall mounted TVs playing gay videos were the main entertainment. I felt comfortable and talked with a few men. Some of them gave me tips on where to go at night. I left for a nearby Cuban eatery that had been recommended. The meal was good and also cheap. After eating I returned to the motel for a quick swim and a bit more sun. I decided that a nap would be good before my first night out. I woke, showered, and dressed in my tightest jeans and a t-shirt. Stopping by the office on my way out, I checked for directions to the first bar. It was early and only the remnants of the happy hour crowd remained. But the mood seemed to be jolly still. Being a new face, I soon found myself the center of attention for many of the locals. They filled me in on the places to go and the places to avoid. Later I would find out why. As the night wore on and the bar hopping grew tired, I settled back at one of the leather bars. The crowd was younger as were the bartenders. One bartender let it slip that he did porn movies for extra income. I found that to be interesting and spent a lot of time asking questions about the porn industry. It seemed that this part of Florida was the center, along with Palm Springs, for the industry. The warm climate and abundance of gay guest houses provided an ideal setting for that type of filming. Feeling tired from my flight and the sun time, I slipped back to my room and a good night's sleep. During the night I did hear some goings on outside on the patio by the pool. But I was far too exhausted to even consider investigating. I woke about 9AM and found that the motel had set out a small breakfast of sweet rolls, coffee, and juices. It filled my need for food for a while. I considered heading for the gay beach but instead decided to explore the city. There were a number of malls and one giant discount mall. I spent the morning window shopping and noticing the cute men and boys. I managed to grab a lunch at a canal side restaurant. There seemed to be a lot of single men eating there. They were eating and cruising. The young waiters were well aware of the cruising and gave the singles special attention. I returned to the motel and the beach by mid-afternoon. The gay beach was quieter now. I supposed that the older gentlemen needed their afternoon rest with their boys. I looked around at the tan and muscled men. One even offered to put lotion on my back. We talked, finding out we were both gay and that he was a college student at a local school. He explained that at night he worked as a gogo boy at a local bar and gave me the address in case I wanted to stop by. In my conversations I also discovered that there were a number of gay watering holes that were not on the gay map. The gogo boy also told me about a reasonable place to eat not far from the beach. We went to share a meal before he headed off to work. It felt nice knowing that there were still some men attracted to me even if for the wrong reasons. I returned to my room, tired from all the sun. I slept for a few hours, waking in time to go out for the night. It was Saturday and the bars would be full. I was not disappointed. Now being in my mid-30s and toned but not overly muscular, I figured that I'd be average for this gay vacation paradise. From what I'd seen so far I was about 25 years younger than most of the gay men here and 30 pounds lighter. Having gotten a good tan over the past three days, I looked a lot healthier too. So off I went for the night. This time I decided to hit the gay sports bars first. I figured if nothing else I'd meet someone who knew something about sports. I was right on two accounts. First, there were a number of gay men and lesbians there. They were eager to talk about their home teams and the coming baseball pre-season games. I left feeling far more comfortable than when I'd arrived days earlier. I also learned about the culture of the area. There was none that I might recognize as such. Occasional concerts were the most one could expect in the town. The topic of what goes on over the weekend came up. I heard repeatedly that there were 2 tea dances at bars on opposite sides of town. But one was almost exclusively gay and not to be missed. I made up my mind to hit that one. Now knowing that gay venues came and went with some regularity, it was good to get some information from the locals. They also clued me in on local Sunday brunch place among other places to eat in the area. Since most of the men I'd met so far were retired I was sure that their suggestions were good and also inexpensive. I ended up at the leather bar, now one of my favorites and where I felt most comfortable. As expected on a Saturday night, it was packed. It seems that the few gay bars in Miami were being over run by straight tourists and Fort Lauderdale offered a short 30 minute trip to a better gay scene. Strangely, I met some of the local law enforcement men there. They were on the down low. Some were also into kicky stuff from my observations of their gear. It was not strange to see one of the crew cut young officers being led around wearing a dog collar on a lead held by his master. I thought to each his own. I then realized that I hadn't thought of my ex the entire time I'd been here. By now I guessed he'd discovered that his debit card was not working and his twink had left him for far more suitable men. With any luck he'd managed to get a bus back home only to find the locks at the house had been changed. He'd probably called my work to talk. But he'd get a cold reception there from my boss. He'd be told that I'd taken a few weeks vacation time. Having resigned from his own job to run off to New York, he'd have to crawl back asking for his old job back. But none of that was my concern now. I was in sunny Fort Lauderdale discovering my new self. Sunday rolled around. I decided to check out the suggested brunch and the tea dance later in the afternoon. The buffet brunch was all that it had been praised for. I found three of my new buddies there and joined them eating. Over the meal they were able to pry my story out of me. They managed to laugh at some of it. They agreed that I'd been fully justified. After a very filling brunch we sat on the patio of the restaurant sipping fruity drinks and talking. I learned about each them. It seems that they were all from different cities in the North and had met here. Their interests varied but one thing that they all had in common was a love of nudity. They informed me that there was even a gay nudist group in Fort Lauderdale if I were interested. About 4PM I headed off to the tea dance. It was easy to find the bar. Cars were filling the parking lot and surrounding streets. I walked into the darkened bar and immediately was struck by the size and variety of the gay crowd. It took me ten minutes to make my way to the bar and to elbow my way to a space in the bar. The hunk of a bartender took my order, beer, and brought me my drink, saying that I must be new. I watched him flirt with the customers as he served them. While watching him I felt a hand on my shorts and fumbling with the zipper. I looked under the edge of the bar only to see a blond boy, about 16 years old, sucking the guy on my right while trying to unzip my shorts. He wasn't old enough to drink beer but he'd found another source of nourishment. He finished with the man next to me and moved over to pull my cock out of my unzipped shorts. I was going commando.It didn't take me long to fill his gullet. He cleaned my cock before tucking it back into my shorts. Feeling relaxed, I turned around to face the crowd. I looked down to see my unzipped shorts. Anyone looking closely could see my bare still stiff cock pressing against the opening. No one seemed to notice or maybe even care. They were dancing to hit disco tunes of another era. I saw a bit of sun light and made my way across the dance floor toward it. Outside was a covered patio area. It was just as crowded as the main bar. Looking around I saw groups of older men, daddies, talking with young boys. Most seemed to be well underage for drinking. One particular thing I noticed was that each boy was wearing denim jeans shorts with a zipper in the rear. Some had even been pulled down enough to expose their ass cracks. A few boys also had fingers of men massaging those boy buns and cracks. Conversations continued as if nothing was out of place. It was so different from my home town. But I guess the warm temps resulted in more casual behaviors. I walked around the patio with my beer. In one corner I noticed a group of about six men with their backs turned to the crowd. Curious I casually walked over. Peeking over the shoulders of the men I saw a handsome blond bent over a padded saw horse. His arms and legs were tied to the four legs. He was just wearing chaps with his ass turned up. His pucker winked at the audience around him. A tall, masked black man walked out of the crowd and whispered something into the bent man's ear. He got an eager nod. The masked man proceeded to give the exposed ass a few slaps. As he did so the ass tried to reach up to the slapping hand. He begged for more and more slaps were given. His pale ass was now crossed with red hand prints. The masked man unzipped his jeans and without hesitating drove his thick tool right in to the hilt. The crowd around moaned and hissed as that ass was plundered repeatedly. Again no one seemed to notice the action. By now my own cock was stiff with need. I walked back into the dark main bar. Finding a stool with a good view of the pool table, I sat to watch the games. A very tall man with a dark beard came to stand next to me. I felt his hand on my back rubbing his way down to my waist. He reached around to unbutton my shorts giving him more access to my rear. He put both of our beers on the shelf behind us. With his free hand he reached around to the front of my t-shirt to find my stiff nipple. He lightly ran his fingers over each one. It brought a deep groan from me. Realizing that I couldn't continue to sit, I stood. From no where a short Hispanic boy place n opened bottle of poppers under my nose and I inhaled deeply. I felt as if I were floating in a sexual haze. As the poppers took affect the shorter boy dropped to his knees, pulled my shorts down and inhaled my hard rod to the base. As he did this I felt a finger lubed with spit force its way into my bowels. I jerked forcing more of the finger deeper into me. The bearded man leaned around to gentle nibble on my ear and exposed neck. The brown bottle was again produced and I inhaled deeply. The fumes filled me with a want, a deep, deep lustful desire. Fingers were withdrawn and replace with the spongy head of a stiff cock. I, moaned loudly as I was penetrated attracting the attention of nearby men. Soon I was the center of lustful glares as I was being pumped full of a hard dick. Dicks all around me were being jerked. My bearded rapist bent me over until I was eye level with those cocks. One by one they moved to my mouth to be sucked to completion. I felt my rapist jerk as he unloaded into my bowels. He grunted and pulled out only to be replaced by another. Men around me were spreading their cum offering over my back and face. I held my tongue out to catch as much as possible of their nectar. An hour later I exited the bar. Someone had given me a paper towel to wipe my face. But my shirt and pants were soaked with spent cum. It was running down my legs from the loads I'd had pushed into my bowels. I drove back to the motel in a daze. Going to my room I passed the hunky manager. Taking one look at my condition he told me that he'd bring some extra towels to my room. I immediately pulled off my soiled clothing and jumped into the shower to wash off all of the cum. Cleaned now inside and out I felt good and in a way a new man for having had this experience. I walked into my room from the shower. 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