This story is a gay fantasy.  If you don't like this sort
of thing, please go elsewhere.
 
Hot Night in the Dance Bar.
Mike Everett
 
     I was feeling hot and sexy as I looked into the 
mirror: a hot six footer with dark hair and goatee, 
a touch of white at the temples and in my beard with 
a shock of white in a forelock.  Also, I'd been working
out regularly for the past six months and it showed: 
good pecs, nice biceps, and not too overly developed 
either--not quite a washboard stomach, but nice enough.
     I decided on a macho look for the night.  I
put on my black leather jeans with a button fly (really 
tight, but they showed off my ass well and my cock made 
a real good bulge in my basket when I got hard), black 
western boots, and a black, fishnet muscle tee that 
showed off my chest and pierced tits.
     I was ready for a night of wild dancing and 
sex with the right guy--someone as hot as I was for
some man action; I could almost feel my cock slipping
into some guy's ass right now.  I opened my fly
enough to get my cock out and gave it a few loving
strokes.  It perked right up to its eight inches and
I thought, "Geez, I gotta stop this or I'll cum right
here and it'll all be wasted."  I slipped a condom over
it; man, I wanted to be *ready*!
     I got to the bar with a couple of friends
about an hour later.  We sat at a table in a dark corner
back from the crowded dance floor and where it was 
quiet enough to think if not talk over the throbbing
music.
     That's where I spotted him.  He was smaller than
I was, but that's they way I liked it.  Tight, muscular
athlete's body, bubble-butt you could eat breakfast off, 
shortish, straight black hair and not quite a Fu Manchu
mustache, he was wearing the tightest pair of jeans I've 
ever seen on a guy--like they were sprayed on and a bright,
close fitting tee that showed him off to real good effect.  
I knew he was over 18 'cause they card everybody at this 
place (even me, and while I may not look 37, I don't look 
under 25 anymore, either.)  I knew he was hot, too, 'cause 
of the way he swung his butt out on the dance floor.  There 
was a sinuousity to his movement like a cat dancing.  
Just looking at him, I knew he wanted to be fucked and 
I knew that I wanted to fuck him.  
     He spotted me, licked his lips, turned around 
and wiggled his butt at me.  When the music stopped for
a few minutes, he moved off the dance floor and over to 
the corner where I was leaning against the wall.  He
didn't say anything, but just took my beer bottle, put
it to his lips, and took a swig.  He let the beer roll
around in his mouth with it slightly opened while licking
his lips.  
     As the music started again, he turned back 
around to watch the dancers out on the floor and at the 
same time pushed his ass up gainst my crotch.  I didn't
object.  Not at all.  He felt my full prick pressing on
his ass as he gyrated to the music.
     With him leaning up against me, I leaned forward
and put my arms around him, shoving my crotch into his
ass harder while licking his ear.  I pulled my right 
hand back and felt his ass--nice and smooth and muscular
--while my left roamed over his smooth and developed 
pecs.  I pinched the left one lightly and then a little 
harder when he groaned and shoved his ass back at me 
harder.  He positioned the crack of his jeans over my 
cock and rubbed up and down.  Here was a guy who wanted 
to be fucked and I was sure a guy who wanted to fuck him.
     I held his left tit in thrall and reached into
my pocket for a small pen knife I always carried.  I
slipped it into my palm and slipped it and my palm
down the back of his pants; he wasn't wearing any 
underwear which was a plus.  It was a real tight fit, 
if you know what I mean.  I maneuvered the blade out 
between my hand and the inside of his jeans, found the 
seam and punched the knife blade through, then 
started slicing up and down the seam to open it up.  
     He looked up at me with a questioning glance.
I just smiled and bit his earlobe.  I brought my left
hand back, dropped the knife into it, and put the knife 
back in my pocket.  I reached around and started 
squeezing his right tit while I shoved my left hand
forefinger up his hole.  He opened his eyes a little in
surprise, but accepted the finger with a firm clamping
down of his ass muscles.  Then I reached into my pocket
again for a packet of lube which I brought out, tore the
end off with my teeth, and plugged into his asshole.
I squeezed the lube in there and massaged it in with my
fingers.  I shoved two of them in, then three.
     We were still standing in the dark corner of the
room, but his body hid my machinations from the crowd, 
and his writhing made it look like he was dancing for
me, trying to turn me on.  No worry about that.  My cock
was harder than it had ever been.  If I hadn't been 
wearing leather, I'm sure it would have broken through
and shown itself to the world!
     I reached around and held him whle he reached
his arms behind himself and undid the buttons to my
jeans.  He reached in and grabbed my cock, felt the 
condom already on, moaned in pleasure, and felt up my
raging, blood-filled tube.  I made him take his hand
out while I then reached in and pulled my cock up and
out the fly.  I pressed it against his ass-crack as 
he pushed back against it.  It was effectively hidden 
from the crowd by our closeness.  
     I leaned back against the wall for support and
pulled him back with me.  The friends I came with looked 
over at us.  One of them could just see what was going
on; he licked his lips in anticipation at the sight.
I pushed the man in my arms out just enough so I could
position my cockhead at his hole, which I then entered.
It went up and in in one swift movement; a quiet gasp
came from my little friend in front of me.  I'm sure my 
friend at the table saw it go in, but nobody else in the 
place could have.  It sent an electric thrill through both 
of us to know we were having sex there right in front of 
the whole world and nobody knew it but us.
     I put my hand back around his waist while he
threw his back and grabbed my ass, pulling it into him.
My ass and cock muscles contracted giving his hole a 
workout.  His ass muscles contracted giving pulsing
sensations to my cock, timed to the throbbing music.
I felt his cock lengthen in his pants and a small 
circle of dampness was oozing through his pants where
the tip of his cock was.  His cock was swelling up and
dripping with pre-cum; my cock was swelling and filling
his ass with the throbbing pulses of my cock muscle 
contractions.  I loved having my cock in his ass right 
there in front of the whole bar, and he loved getting 
fucked that way.  But for all they knew we were just 
dancing real close in a dark corner.
     My cock got harder, thicker and tighter in his
ass.  I leaned over to him and whispered in his ear that
I was about to cum.  He tilted his head up, but with his
eyes closed, and said, "Do it.  Do it!  I'm gonna shoot,
too, right in my jeans!"
     I held him tighter and my cock began to pulse
with the constrictions of cumming.  I was shooting into
him right there in the bar.  It was so hot that I shot
extra pulses of cum, twice what I ordinarily do--and I
usually shoot a lot.  He came in his jeans; you could
see the jism soak through and slowly spread down his
leg.
     We lay against each other, panting, trying to 
catch our breaths while my cock slowly softened.  
Finally after about 5 minutes it was soft enough to 
pull out and slip back into my pants.  His pants were
tight enough so that the split parts just slipped into
his ass-crack and you'd never know that his ass was
open and available to someone in the know.  He turned
around, kissed me full on the mouth, and I kissed him 
back.
     "Thanks," he said.
     "The pleasure was all mine," I said.
     "I'll look for you again."
     "Works for me.  Anytime."  And he moved off in
the direction of the men's room to clean up a little.
     He came back a little later, I excused myself
from my friends, and we went to my place where I really
did some plowing in that fertile furrow, but that's
another story.
 
     --Mike Everett