Date: Sat, 2 Jul 2016 00:58:56 -0700
From: Otis McCoy <coyotetale42@gmail.com>
Subject: Club Lux Chapter 1 (Gay interracial)

Arms, Abs, and Ass. The twink trifecta, as I've always called it, and the
three muscle groups I would always focus as I hit the gym before work. It
was about 5pm on a Friday in March, and I was finishing my work out at Gym
Gymnos, the premiere facility in town, which I had been allowed free access
to as a perk of my job. I was just wrapping up on the glutes machine,
pushing myself just to the point of challenbe, sweat beading on my pale
skin, my blue eyes scrunched in concentration, as my legs struggled to get
a few more reps in. Normally I would try to get in another set after this
one, but I didn't want to be too tired for tonight; the purpose of today's
gym visit was to pump up my muscles, not destroy them.

And pumped they were, I noticed as I passed the many mirrors hung
throughout the gym. My arms, fully revealed in a loose tank top, weren't
the biggest in the world, but on my 5'6" frame they looked larger than they
really were. I pulled up my shirt to wipe the sweat off my face, giving a
passing man a glimpse of my abs, again not crazy-defined, but evident. What
really drew stares was what I dragged around behind me. As I strolled to
the locker room showers, I passed an attractive Middle Eastern trainer who
I had caught eyeing me around the gym a few time. Out of the corner of my
eye I glimpsed his head turn 90º to watch me pass, my ass almost out of
proportion and stuffed into a pair of too-small basketball shorts.

I showered at the gym, to save a little bit of time once I got into work. I
enjoyed the feeling of the public nudity of gym showers, and I played a
game with myself to see if I caught more guys staring at me than guys
catching me staring at them. Today the showers were nearly empty as I
rinsed off my body, and I felt a pang of disappointment that I wouldn't be
able to show off for anyone, before dismissing the thought with a chuckle.
There  would be plenty of time for that tonight. I turned off the shower
head right as the trainer from before walked in, buck naked. As I strolled
out I took a perfunctory glance at his cock, uncut, thick, semi-hard but
already as big as mine. He looked a bit disappointed as I left, and I
silently hoped that I was the reason he got plumped up before showering.

I drove home to change and grab a snack before walking to work. It was a
warm day and the setting sun ignited the highlights in my dirty blonde
hair, highlights paid for by work. Work had a surprising number of
benefits. Besides the deal with Gym Gymnos and discounts on personal care
expenditures (including certain tattoos, piercings, and haircuts), we also
got regular mandatory STI testing and prep. It probably had something to do
with how many of the other dancers also work for the boss' porn studio, and
giving the dancers good benefits is a clever way to incentivize us to doing
porn. I've considered it a few times honestly, it's not like videos of me
being fucked haven't ended up online, so at least I would be getting paid
for it, but I've heard from a few coworkers how grueling the filming
process is.

I sauntered through the front doors of Lux, waving at the opening shift
bartender as I headed towards the back room. Lux's familiar scent greeted
me like an old friend: a sweet and salty smell, heady with the mixture of
various Axe-related chemicals, with the underlying muskiness of man that a
nightly mopping could never remove. Entering the communal changing area
through the green room, I was greeted by the coworkers I'd be working
alongside tonight. Raph squeezed my shoulder in greeting as I dumped by bag
in the locker, and we casually chatted about an episode of Drag Race as we
stripped naked. Raph was the coworker I'd be working most closely with
tonight, a Black-Dominican man, imposing on the surface, but a queen on the
inside. He towered above me at 6'4", his biceps bulged as large as
softballs, and a scruffy beard outlined his jaw. He walked with me to the
stalls, before parting ways as I began my douching. It was probably my
least favorite part of performing, but Zachary, the boss, required that all
bottoming men be totally clean, at least on the inside. When I finished, I
headed to the showers to do a quick rinse, where I was greeted by Diego and
Esteban. Diego was notorious for taking long showers, and Esteban was
trying to get him to hurry up so they could stretch together. Diego was
fairly short, only a couple inches taller than me, but built extremely
solid. He was hairless, with tribal tattoos wrapped around both his biceps
and quadriceps. Esteban was taller and lankier, at 6'1", with a much
hairier body. He had quite a few tattoos, pictures of dogs, and lions, and
a cross, as well as twin nipple piercings. I left the two of them, Esteban
still whining to hurry up, toweling off my hair into a tousled mess and
meeting up with Raph. He held two sharpies, handing me a silver one before
uncapping his black one. He continued chatting as we started drawing on one
another, the usual dirty phrases. "10"", I wrote his lower right side
(though he was only about 9 and 3/4s). "Cocksucker" he wrote on my left
shoulder. We chatted amicably as we marked eachother's bodies with naughty
words: "Kinky" went on the back of his neck, a dick was traced on my left
calf. I wrote "Destroyer" in an arc over his navel and "Pure Top" (even
though that was a total lie) in the small of his back. He wrote "Bitch
Buttons" on my sternum, drawing little arrows pointing at my nipples, and I
felt him draw the familiar letters of "SLUT" across my shoulder blades. I
heard him chuckle as he scribbled something over my tailbone. Twisting
around and looking in a mirror, I saw "25¢" with an arrow pointing down my
crack. I rolled my eyes and punched his shoulder.

We had about half an hour before curtain call when I laid down on a leather
sofa. Raph approached in a pair of red bikini briefs, a bottle of lube in
his hand. He knelt down next to me, kneading my meaty cheeks with his large
paw. Setting the lube down, he began massaging my shoulders. "Tough day,
bud?" he asked softly. I only grunted affirmative. I had taken a fairly
challenging psych exam that day and didn't want to think about it. "Well
we're gonna have a good night, man," he murmured, his hands turning my back
into putty. "Let's get you lubed and ready." He squirted some lube onto his
fingers, still massaging my neck with one hand as he used the other to
begin rubbing my hole. This was no virgin anus he was dealing with, and it
wasn't long before his index finger was pushing deep inside me. I always
appreciated it when Raph fingered me, since his fingers were so thick they
definitely prepared me for the night's activities. He massaged in and out,
generously applying lube as he went. Suddenly, he curled his finger,
striking my prostate and forcing me to cry out in shock and pleasure.
Precum leaked out onto the couch and I gave him the finger as I settled
back down.

"You're supposed to loosen me up, Raph, not make me cum all over the
couch," I complained jokingly, not minding the surge of endorphins still
tingling my nerves. He laughed as he added a second finger, rotating his
wrist to loosen me up. When he could tell I was ready, he moved on to
scissoring his digits, my anus easily opening. He knew he had to get me
extra stretched, since I would naturally tighten back up in the hours
before our performance, so he added a third finger as he rubbed my back.
When we had about 5 minutes to go on, he withdrew his fingers and slipped
in a small plug, which I covered with my pair of tight, turquoise briefs.
The rest of the guys were huddled in the green room, and we joined them,
resting our arms on eachother's shoulders (though I was stuck between Raph
and Esteban, both of whom were well over six foot, so they basically put
their arms on eachother's shoulders with me sandwiched in the middle, my
hands on their lean backs, my face closer to their pits). Raph said a few
inspiring words, a tradition he forced upon the rest of his from his days
playing college football, and we broke the circle with a whoop of
adrenaline, with much ass slapping and crotch grabbing to go around. It was
show time.


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