Date: Mon, 4 Jul 2016 09:54:47 -0700
From: Otis McCoy <coyotetale42@gmail.com>
Subject: Club Lux Chapter 2 (gay interracial)

We trickled out onto the dance floor one at a time to go to our designated
areas. I had about an hour of dancing and an hour of waiting before the
special event of the night, and I hopped up onto one of the smaller
pedestals to put my body on display. I started rotating my hips slowly, my
hands behind my head, showing off my trimmed pits, already starting to bead
with sweat. It wasn't busy yet, but the temperature in the club was already
rising. I scanned the crowd. Tonight was the second Friday of the month, a
night when Lux focused on men of color, and the crowd accurately reflected
that. From what I could tell, the crowd looked a fair split of black,
latino, asian, and white, which was considerably more diverse than it
usually is. I wasn't getting too much attention, which was good because the
plug in my ass was totally distracting me. When I would bend over, it would
shift inside me, hitting my prostate at a different angle and making me
plump up. Obviously it's good for a gogo boy to have a nice bulge, but
Zachary generally frowned upon precum stains on the briefs. I wriggled my
hips for an hour, going through the normal dance routines and earning a few
bucks shoved into my waist band. I loved having my body on display like
this, for men to ogle at on my terms, standing high above the rest of the
crowd. I saw Esteban make his way through it to relieve me, and for a brief
moment we grinded on the pedestal together, his lanky frame towering over
me, tattooed arms behind his head. I turned around to face him, his bulge
rubbing into my abs, sticking my face into his darkly furred pits. I
inhaled his scent, rubbing his musk on my face, my hands going straight to
his ass. We pressed our bodies together for a hot minute, until he
whispered down at me that Zachary wanted me passing out jello shots. I
hopped down and headed to the bar...

Where I was greeted by one of the more experienced bartenders, Jake. Jake
was a very tall, very toned Korean guy with tribal tattoos wrapping around
his shoulders and neck, and multiple ear and nose piercings. During my
first week working at Lux he had pulled me into the back room, forced me to
my knees, and made me choke on his cock for a few minutes before sending me
on my way, and we had hooked up a few times from there. So the air was
crackling with sexual tension as he led me to the store room to grab the
jello shots from the fridge. "You know what you gotta do if you want to
take them," he said, pulling up his sports jersey to reveal his washboard
abs. I rolled my eyes at him, but obediently dropped to my knees. I loved
sucking Jake in the various risky situations we got ourselves into, and
honestly wished we had time for more. I pawed at the waistband of his
basketball shorts, watching the outline of his cock grow and grow. Wasting
no more time, I pulled it out and engulfed it, enjoying the feeling of his
semi inflate in my mouth. I locked eyes with him, knowing he loved seeing
my face with his cock (or anyone's really) stuffed full. I had only barely
started to deep throat him when he pulled it out, slapped me on the cheek
with it a couple times, and put it away. He handed me the platter and
squeezed my ass as I headed back onto the floor.

The club had really begun to fill out, and I squeezed between undulating,
sweaty men as I advertised my wares. Passing out jello shots, I received
more than a few squeezes to my bum, though fortunately most of the guys
were high-class enough to shove a few dollars in my waistband after they
got a handful. Being on the dance floor is always an occupational hazard to
me, because of my height, and I got good at deftly avoiding elbows and
making my presence known. I had just sold a couple jello shots to an older
interracial couple when I spotted someone staring at me. This wasn't
particularly strange, seeing as I was a short, muscled boy in his
underwear, surrounded by a club of horny men, but something struck me as
odd about this person. With a mental grin, I realized who it was: the man
from the gym earlier. I sauntered up to him, seeing him as an easy sell,
admiring his body as I got closer. He was Middle Eastern, with a strong jaw
bordered by a pencil thin beard. His chest threatened to burst out of the
simple, white tank he was wearing, and each of his arms was about as big
around as my head. Some black hairs were peaking out of the top of his
shirt and I could see a thick bush of hair in his pit as he handed me the
cash for the jello shot. His eyes were taking all of me in as he introduced
himself to me, and I blushed a little bit, appreciative of how much he
liked my body. His name was Karim, and he was indeed a trainer at my gym.
He offered private lessons to help bulk up my body, and I coyly responded
that I had all the bulk I needed, before turning around and walking into
the crowd, showing him exactly what I was talking about. I gave him a wink
over my shoulder as I returned to work, spending the next hour or so
tending to the floor.

About ten minutes before show time, I met Raph back in the green room. I
pulled out the plug and tossed it on a table, gasping a little bit at the
sudden emptiness I felt, which suddenly vanished as Raph stuck a couple
fingers up there. They slid in easily, no resistance, and I was glad our
earlier preparation was paying off. We both changed clothes, me switching
into an Andrew Christian jockstrap, pale pink booty shorts, and a white
t-shirt, already perforated with small holes, and him dressing in a gold,
sparkling speedo, red basketball shorts, and a black workout vest tank. We
waited by the stage door, fiddling with eachother, him jiggling my ass, me
stroking his cock, until we heard our stage names called over the
microphone. Show time.

I marched out first, shaking my ass in the too-tight shorts. I noticed a
dollar left on the stage and I spread my legs and bent over dramatically to
snatch it, my shorts straining to hold my ass in, and failing as part of
the cheek was exposed to the crowd. I took my half of the stage as Raph
entered to great applause from the audience. For the first few minutes we
just danced as had been choreographed, writhing on stage for the amusement
of the men. Then Raph approached me, grabbed my shirt, pulling me into his
body. He planted a kiss on my mouth as I turned to look up at him, before
positioning his body behind mine, rubbing his bulge against my ass, showing
off our ten inch height difference to the audience. His fingers began
exploring the holes in the fabric of my shirt, tickling my skin underneath,
until with a mighty flex he ripped the thin fabric right off my body. I
turned around at this point, leaning my face against his expansive chest as
I began teasing down my booty shorts. My plump ass was begging to be
released, and the cheeks practically jumped out when they had their chance.
I dropped the shorts to the floor, my framed ass on display for the whole
crowd. I heard wolf whistles as Raph reached around me to grab it,
squeezing it hard enough for me to yelp. My eyes, facing away from the
audience, caught his and I glared, earning a wink. Next thing I knew I was
being lifted into the air, thrown over his shoulder. He kicked the shorts
upstage, and spanked my ass for all to see, before bringing me down,
resting me on his hips. I straddled him in midair, and we turned sideways
so the crowd could see us making out. One of his hands found my hole, and
we pretended it was tight as he made his way in there, me throwing back my
head and him working it in slowly. I interrupted the fingering by taking
his shirt off, holding myself up just through the strength of my thighs as
he lifted his arms over his head. When he felt my body starting to tremble,
he wrapped one arm around my waist again, but kept the other one lifted
over his head. This part wasn't in the official script that Zachary gave
us, but Raph knew I loved eating out his sweaty pits. I rubbed my face
underneath his arms, feeling the trimmed hair against my face, basking in
the scent of testosterone he was bathing me with. I stuck my tongue all the
way out and licked up from the bottom to top, enjoying the salty taste. He
let me clean one pit, then the other, before setting me back down on the
floor. I started stalking the edge of the stage, letting guys reach up and
cup my pouch or slap my ass, accepting the money men would stuff into my
waistband. At the moment, Raph was stripping off his own basketball shorts
and walking around the other side of the stage.

When we reached opposite ends, we turned and made eye contact with one
another. He beckoned to me, and we approached one another, me falling to my
knees at center stage. I looked up at him towering over me, my tongue
lolling out, as he massaged the bulge in his speedo. I grabbed the elastic
with my teeth, enthusiastically pulling it down, letting his massive cock
flop out. Some men in the audience whooped when they saw it. Even to me,
who had been on the receiving end of that monster more than once in my
life, it was still eye-wideningly huge. He turned to the audience to play
with it a little bit, and I waited patiently on my knees. We had measured
it back stage once, and it was legitimately 9 and three quarter inches
long, the biggest I'd ever had in me. It was only semi-hard now, as he
shook it at the audience, helicoptering it to the laughter of the crowd,
but by the time he returned to me it was almost all the way there. He
slapped my face with it as I rubbed my cock through the pouch. Not gonna
lie, it felt like getting hit with a sock stuffed with cement it was so
girthy, and I was lucky Raph knew how to use it without actually hurting
me. He grabbed my chin and pulled it up, forcing me to open wide, my tongue
flopping out of my mouth again. He plopped the head of his cock right on
it, letting it rest there for a second before I took charge. I started
licking up and down the shaft, letting his cock head rest in my hair. I
licked all the way down from his balls to the tip, enjoying the small glob
of precum that emerged. I gobbled up the head, pushing my way down, but
could only make it half way, since he had finally reached full hardness. I
bobbed up and down for a second, until he grabbed me by the hips, lifting
me airborne once more, flipping me around so I was positioned vertically
over his cock. Gently he lowered me down, his cock sliding down my throat,
moving easily past my tonsils and deep into my esophagus. I was impaled
balls deep, upside down, the blood rushing to my head, drowning out the
crowd's cheers. We had practiced this move a dozen times before, and Raph
knew I couldn't hold it for more than twenty seconds. He licked up and down
my crack a few times before lifting me off his cock, giving me a moment to
breathe. As erotic as it was, I was completely soft in my jock strap, too
focused on putting on a show for my pleasure. That could come later.

After I caught my breath, he lowered me back down on his cock. The second
time was always easier, with my throat loosened up but not yet sore, and I
could greater appreciate his tongue probing deep into my anus. My arms
clenched around his rock hard ass as his tongue ignited my sensitive hole.
I inhaled his musky balls and my throat spasmed around his cock. He took
this as the sign to lift me off, though I was starting to enjoy myself. As
he lowered me down for the third one, I was prepared to stay there quite a
while. This time I was choking on his cock a little bit, but i persevered.
My cock throbbed a little bit from the pride of what I was doing, and I
faintly heard Raph yell from above me, "Who wants to see me fuck his whore
ass?" The crowd roared their assent as my vision started going blurry,
tears streaming from my eyes. Finally, he lifted me off him once more,
flipping me back around so I was back on my feet. I stumbled a little bit,
and I could see the barest trace of concern flash through Raph's eyes. I
knew he would lecture me about safety during stunts, but I was having too
much fun to care at the moment. I widened my stance and bent over
backwards, exposing my wet hole to the audience. I reached through my legs
to finger it, and marveled at how easily my fingers were getting sucked in.
Raph was on the edge of the stage, allowing a man who had paid him a twenty
to lube up his umber cock. When it was sufficiently slicked up, Raph walked
up to me, turning me ninety degrees and placing his cock head at the edge
of my hole. To the catcalls of the crowd, he slowly began pushing it in,
hiding inch after inch inside my body. The slowness was mostly for show, he
could have shoved it in at this point and I woulda taken it like a champ.
He withdrew after getting halfway in, feigning some kind of obstruction,
before giving a mighty thrust, fully pushing into me, slamming his groin
against my cushiony butt. This did actually hurt a bit, we hadn't prepped
so deep inside, and I arched my back more out of shock than anything. Raph
pulled out, until only the head remained inside me, then pushed back in,
starting a steady, unstoppable pattern that set my hole on fire. I suddenly
remembered why I loved my job so much (besides the exhibitionist streak),
getting fucked like this ignited me. He kept this steady pace for a while,
opening up the second sphincter deeper inside of me. Once he felt me loosen
up further though, he really let me have it. He started pounding harder and
harder, pulverizing my hole. He slammed into me over and over, forcing moan
after moan out of my mouth. My dick was rock hard in my jock, straining at
the cloth to get free, and one of his large hands covered it completely in
a massage-like reach around as he continued to fuck me. He pushed my back,
forcing me to bend over, my palms flat on the stage as he split me open. I
let out a long groan, partially playing it up, partially because damn did
Raph make my ass feel good. I hadn't been dicked down like this for a
while, and it felt good to let my inner bottom out. The last time I had
been on stage with Raph, it had been role reversal night, and I had really
let him have it, destroying his hole with reckless abandon, and he was
paying me back in spades tonight.

Raph grabbed me by my hair and pulled me back upright. He started pounding
slowly, but with an inexorable strength, as he held my head right up next
to his chest, my back arched and bulge sticking out. He slammed all the way
in, kept it deep inside me for a couple seconds, before pulling out half
way and repeating. He bent down to kiss me as he did so, moving on to bite
and suck on my neck. I was gasping in pleasure as he pushed in, and moaning
as i felt his cock twitch inside me when he bottomed out. He released my
hair, and I leaned back into him, enjoying the feeling of our sweaty bodies
touching. While I'm sure it wasn't noticeable to the crowd, I could feel
him slowing down, and I started taking over. I put one arm around the back
of his neck to prop me up, and started slamming my ass down on his cock,
over and over. I could feel my ass ripple as I impaled myself on his earth
shattering fuck pole. I put on a bigger performance to give Raph a break,
throwing my head back and moaning loudly, as I used the hand that wasn't
holding me up to pinch my nipples and finger my stretched hole. Men in the
crowd were catcalling me, shouting things like "Watch that bitch finger
himself!", "He needs more dick in him!", and "Fuck yourself, slut!". I
heard a few men yelling in Spanish as well, and while I wasn't fluent in
the least, Esteban had taught me enough to recognize "puta" and "culo" when
I heard it.

I kept on slamming myself against Raph, hard enough that I probably
would've left bruises if my ass weren't so pillowy. I was managing to brush
against my prostate with every stroke, and the cottony material on my cock
was getting me close to cum. I knew the finale was coming up when Raph took
control again. He grabbed me around my waist and hefted me into the air, my
feet lifted off the floor and dangling over the audience. He fucked me by
rapidly raising and lowering me onto his cock, my body a toy in his swarthy
arms. He nipped at my ear, and I put my arms behind my head, exposing my
pits to the crowd. I was fully on display like this; the bottoms of my
feet, my armpits, my hole all exposed to the complete strangers who made up
the bar's patronage. Eventually, Raph's thrusting started getting erratic
and I knew he was about to cum. He nearly threw me to the stage, and I
scrambled to kneel under his cock as the first spurts shot out. His orgasm
lasted for 7 strong pumps, plastering my chest and face with white. Raph,
always a good friend, had missed the eyes and hair, painting my pale skin
with his paler jizz. As he calmed down he grabbed my sweaty hair and bent
my head back in a show of dominance, exposing my neck. He used his cock to
rub the cum into my skin, before slapping me with it a few times on the
cheek. Bills were coming in from all sides, and I grabbed handfuls of the
money as I got up and headed to the back room. As soon as we were out of
view from the audience, Raph and I started joking around, congratulating
eachother on a show well done. Raph tossed me a couple fivers he had
gotten, as thanks for being such a good sport with the titanic pounding he
had given me, and offered to finish me off with a blowjob. Smiling
appreciatively, I turned him down. My shift wasn't over yet.


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