Newly Refurbished Club. Part Two
After the stripper had finished, I made my way the lockers in order to stash my two cum soaked magazines.
Feeling the need for more fun I made my way to the main room. I placed my pile of magazines on the table, and took a seat between two guys who were flicking through mags. We acknowledged each other. The guy on the left asked if he could look at my magazines, “sure I said”. He offered me one of his to look at. Then the guy on my right asked for a mag and offered one of his. I watched in turn as they turned the pages, stopping to study a well spunked picture and giving themselves a good stroke. These are good one said with cock in hand. I replied “these are also very good”, as I admired one that was marked as having had six loads over it. All three of us were wanking now as we looked at our cum stained beauties.
The guy on my right was breathing harder now, as he looked at one of my pictures with five loads. “Fuck this looks good, find me a picture to spunk over”. I quickly picked another of my mags and found a good picture for him, placing it in front of him. He stood up while I reached around to put my hand between his legs, in order to massage his balls. He groaned and let out a little yelp, as he shot his streams of spunk over the picture. I removed my hand in order to wank myself, as I watched the last of his cum splatter onto the page.
My neighbour and I were very aroused now, as were a couple of other guys opposite us. But they suddenly stopped to look over our shoulders. I looked round to see a woman in her late thirties, clacking along in her high heels, she was wearing only a purple basque trimmed with black lace, and very sheer black stockings, and that was all, no panties. She looked a sight and there was admiring noises coming from all us wankers. She was with two slim built men both of whom wore black stockings, held up in one case with a garter belt, and the other a black waspie, both had on G-strings; the little triangle of material failing to hold in their semi erect cocks. Like the woman they also wore black high heels. What a sight they were, it brought the room to a standstill.
She sat down on a sofa near to our table, legs crossed. She was soon joined by a handful of wanking men, eager to get close. She uncrossed her legs and played with her pussy. Yet more men gathered round the sofa, jostling for a good position. One guy standing behind the sofa tentatively reached round to touch her tits. Then another at the front knelt down and was running his hand up and down her stocking clad legs. Hands were soon everywhere as she sat there revelling, it seemed, in being fondled, and groped.
Meanwhile the two cd guys she came in with and were stroking themselves as they watched.
Men were caressing her body, one guy had his fingers in her cunt, another was sucking her tit, and others were just wanking, watching this orgy. One of the cd guys said “we are going to the cd room”. The woman just nodded ok.
I watched as the stocking clad men walked to towards the cd room.
There was a furious flurry of activity around this gorgeous woman, she now had a guy’s cock in her mouth, as others were wanking themselves close to her face. She was now taking it in turns to suck one of the eager cocks. One guy moved in close and shot his sperm over her belly, this urged another to spunk over her face. Then one lost his load into her mouth, she looked like she loved was loving it, all this spunk and attention, and as he finished she sucked the last drops from him. She let most of it run down her chin onto her tits, but swallowed some of it I think.
There must have been about a dozen or so men around this woman, either being sucked or jerking themselves off over her body. There was spunk in her hair, on her face, tits, belly, pussy, and her stockings . What a sight it was. She clearly loved it, having all this attention and covered in spunk, as she rubbed her clit, and slipping her fingers deep into her wet, sloppy cunt.
The man who had previously been seated next to me at the table, reached for a magazine of his saying “this is too much for me”. I stood close to him and watched as he stroked his cock, his breathing became more rapid, and then with a stifled grunt and groan, I saw him pump his spunk over the picture. I was wanking myself as I watched spurt after spurt splatter onto the magazine.
I watched him finish and still stroking myself. Then the woman said “sorry guys that’s all, must go and get cleaned up after what you dirty fuckers have done to me”. With that the cum slut got up and walked to the locker room.
The guy next to me was packing away his magazines, as I picked up mine, intending to go to the cross dresser’s room. But my attention was drawn to a guy, on his own, by a table in the corner. His back was to the room, and somehow I sensed some nervousness. So I made my way over towards him. I placed my mags on the table and said “hi”. He replied “HI”. I felt he might be a ‘club virgin’, so I said “first time”, “yes” he replied.
He was fairly young, about early-thirties, I guessed. Well that’s quite young compared to me. To relax him, or maybe shock him, I removed my robe throwing it onto a chair. His was tied up by the belt, just his cock poking out, his right hand stroking it. I reached across him to pick one of his magazines. “Do you mind”, I said. “Errr…. no, help yourself” he replied. As I did so I brushed his cock with my naked arm. He flinched slightly, and then continued to stroke himself.
After a minute or two, I moved closer to him, almost touching shoulders. Then after a further pause, whilst I looked at his well spunked magazine.
I said “why don’t you undo your robe”. Slightly nervously he agreed. Then I said “would you mind if I touched your cock”.
“Hmm well I am not sure”, “go on, I won’t hurt you “I said. Finally he replied with “okay, but I am not gay”.
“Most of us here aren’t either; it’s just a bit of cock play, to help get us off”. I said.
I leaned across put my hand around his shaft. He tensed slightly.
“Just relax”, I said.
Eventually he did relax, and appeared to be enjoying my stroking. After a while I stopped, and moved round to stand behind him. I slowly slipped off his robe, and he was soon as naked as me. I moved close in order to press my body against his. His skin was soft, and he felt warm. My cock was pressed against his backside. Clearly he could feel my hardness, as I rubbed my cock against his young flesh.
I reached round the front, gently removing his hand in order for me to stroke his hard, throbbing prick. I went gently as I did not want him to lose it just yet.
Then, with my free hand, I pushed my cock between his legs. He once again flinched, and made an effort to pull away from me, as my cock head grazed his balls. But it was a half-hearted effort. He even muttered “I am not gay”, again. But this time there was no conviction in his voice. I think I have him!
I stroked him, slowly, for a couple of minutes, all the while pushing my cock back and forth between his thighs. Then his hand went to between his legs, and I felt him touch my swollen, cock head.
He was in to it now, so I turned round and made him sit on the table. His cut cock was lovely, as I admired it my head sank down and I plunged him into my mouth, I flicked my tongue around the head, licked up and down the shaft, before sinking down on him again. He was gently moaning whilst this was going on. He seemed to be growing bigger, and was thrusting in to me.
Time to stop so I stood up, as he slowly sat up, and faced me.
“See you don’t have to be gay to enjoy a good wank and suck” I said.
Then using both hands he seized my cock and balls, slowly massaging both. By now we were both wet and slick with pre-cum. I watched as he ran his finger over my cock head, rubbing my pre-cum, and revelling in its stickiness.
Then I think he even surprised himself, certainly surprised me; he went down on me. I watched as his head bobbed up and down. Not very experienced of course, but it was nevertheless, fantastic. I think it was the thought that I was this cock sucking virgins first bow job.
He was really getting into it, wanking himself as sucked and licked my swollen prick.
After a few minutes I urged him to stop, he stood facing me, our cocks touching, and twitching as we were both so turned on. I moved right in close and wrapped my hand around both of our cocks. I rubbed our cock heads together, massaged them, rubbing my fingers in our pre-cum.
“Fuck man, what are you doing to me?” “Oh shit, fuck ohhh hmmm…”.
With that he blasted me with his cum; such powerful jets of spunk covered my cock and belly. I continued to rub us together, enjoying the ecstatic pleasure of his slimy spunk on me. Well it was not long before I too was shooting hot spunk over him, pumping long and hard, one of the best cum’s for a while.
Eventually I released us both; my hand covered in spunk as were my cock and balls, his cock was also covered in my jizz. We stood silent for a moment, spunk dripping from us.
We arranged to meet here in a weeks’ time, and offered to show him the cross dressers room. Warning him, that I would be dressed for the occasion. He seemed nervously excited to another new experience.
Feeling the need for more fun I made my way to the main room. I placed my pile of magazines on the table, and took a seat between two guys who were flicking through mags. We acknowledged each other. The guy on the left asked if he could look at my magazines, “sure I said”. He offered me one of his to look at. Then the guy on my right asked for a mag and offered one of his. I watched in turn as they turned the pages, stopping to study a well spunked picture and giving themselves a good stroke. These are good one said with cock in hand. I replied “these are also very good”, as I admired one that was marked as having had six loads over it. All three of us were wanking now as we looked at our cum stained beauties.
The guy on my right was breathing harder now, as he looked at one of my pictures with five loads. “Fuck this looks good, find me a picture to spunk over”. I quickly picked another of my mags and found a good picture for him, placing it in front of him. He stood up while I reached around to put my hand between his legs, in order to massage his balls. He groaned and let out a little yelp, as he shot his streams of spunk over the picture. I removed my hand in order to wank myself, as I watched the last of his cum splatter onto the page.
My neighbour and I were very aroused now, as were a couple of other guys opposite us. But they suddenly stopped to look over our shoulders. I looked round to see a woman in her late thirties, clacking along in her high heels, she was wearing only a purple basque trimmed with black lace, and very sheer black stockings, and that was all, no panties. She looked a sight and there was admiring noises coming from all us wankers. She was with two slim built men both of whom wore black stockings, held up in one case with a garter belt, and the other a black waspie, both had on G-strings; the little triangle of material failing to hold in their semi erect cocks. Like the woman they also wore black high heels. What a sight they were, it brought the room to a standstill.
She sat down on a sofa near to our table, legs crossed. She was soon joined by a handful of wanking men, eager to get close. She uncrossed her legs and played with her pussy. Yet more men gathered round the sofa, jostling for a good position. One guy standing behind the sofa tentatively reached round to touch her tits. Then another at the front knelt down and was running his hand up and down her stocking clad legs. Hands were soon everywhere as she sat there revelling, it seemed, in being fondled, and groped.
Meanwhile the two cd guys she came in with and were stroking themselves as they watched.
Men were caressing her body, one guy had his fingers in her cunt, another was sucking her tit, and others were just wanking, watching this orgy. One of the cd guys said “we are going to the cd room”. The woman just nodded ok.
I watched as the stocking clad men walked to towards the cd room.
There was a furious flurry of activity around this gorgeous woman, she now had a guy’s cock in her mouth, as others were wanking themselves close to her face. She was now taking it in turns to suck one of the eager cocks. One guy moved in close and shot his sperm over her belly, this urged another to spunk over her face. Then one lost his load into her mouth, she looked like she loved was loving it, all this spunk and attention, and as he finished she sucked the last drops from him. She let most of it run down her chin onto her tits, but swallowed some of it I think.
There must have been about a dozen or so men around this woman, either being sucked or jerking themselves off over her body. There was spunk in her hair, on her face, tits, belly, pussy, and her stockings . What a sight it was. She clearly loved it, having all this attention and covered in spunk, as she rubbed her clit, and slipping her fingers deep into her wet, sloppy cunt.
The man who had previously been seated next to me at the table, reached for a magazine of his saying “this is too much for me”. I stood close to him and watched as he stroked his cock, his breathing became more rapid, and then with a stifled grunt and groan, I saw him pump his spunk over the picture. I was wanking myself as I watched spurt after spurt splatter onto the magazine.
I watched him finish and still stroking myself. Then the woman said “sorry guys that’s all, must go and get cleaned up after what you dirty fuckers have done to me”. With that the cum slut got up and walked to the locker room.
The guy next to me was packing away his magazines, as I picked up mine, intending to go to the cross dresser’s room. But my attention was drawn to a guy, on his own, by a table in the corner. His back was to the room, and somehow I sensed some nervousness. So I made my way over towards him. I placed my mags on the table and said “hi”. He replied “HI”. I felt he might be a ‘club virgin’, so I said “first time”, “yes” he replied.
He was fairly young, about early-thirties, I guessed. Well that’s quite young compared to me. To relax him, or maybe shock him, I removed my robe throwing it onto a chair. His was tied up by the belt, just his cock poking out, his right hand stroking it. I reached across him to pick one of his magazines. “Do you mind”, I said. “Errr…. no, help yourself” he replied. As I did so I brushed his cock with my naked arm. He flinched slightly, and then continued to stroke himself.
After a minute or two, I moved closer to him, almost touching shoulders. Then after a further pause, whilst I looked at his well spunked magazine.
I said “why don’t you undo your robe”. Slightly nervously he agreed. Then I said “would you mind if I touched your cock”.
“Hmm well I am not sure”, “go on, I won’t hurt you “I said. Finally he replied with “okay, but I am not gay”.
“Most of us here aren’t either; it’s just a bit of cock play, to help get us off”. I said.
I leaned across put my hand around his shaft. He tensed slightly.
“Just relax”, I said.
Eventually he did relax, and appeared to be enjoying my stroking. After a while I stopped, and moved round to stand behind him. I slowly slipped off his robe, and he was soon as naked as me. I moved close in order to press my body against his. His skin was soft, and he felt warm. My cock was pressed against his backside. Clearly he could feel my hardness, as I rubbed my cock against his young flesh.
I reached round the front, gently removing his hand in order for me to stroke his hard, throbbing prick. I went gently as I did not want him to lose it just yet.
Then, with my free hand, I pushed my cock between his legs. He once again flinched, and made an effort to pull away from me, as my cock head grazed his balls. But it was a half-hearted effort. He even muttered “I am not gay”, again. But this time there was no conviction in his voice. I think I have him!
I stroked him, slowly, for a couple of minutes, all the while pushing my cock back and forth between his thighs. Then his hand went to between his legs, and I felt him touch my swollen, cock head.
He was in to it now, so I turned round and made him sit on the table. His cut cock was lovely, as I admired it my head sank down and I plunged him into my mouth, I flicked my tongue around the head, licked up and down the shaft, before sinking down on him again. He was gently moaning whilst this was going on. He seemed to be growing bigger, and was thrusting in to me.
Time to stop so I stood up, as he slowly sat up, and faced me.
“See you don’t have to be gay to enjoy a good wank and suck” I said.
Then using both hands he seized my cock and balls, slowly massaging both. By now we were both wet and slick with pre-cum. I watched as he ran his finger over my cock head, rubbing my pre-cum, and revelling in its stickiness.
Then I think he even surprised himself, certainly surprised me; he went down on me. I watched as his head bobbed up and down. Not very experienced of course, but it was nevertheless, fantastic. I think it was the thought that I was this cock sucking virgins first bow job.
He was really getting into it, wanking himself as sucked and licked my swollen prick.
After a few minutes I urged him to stop, he stood facing me, our cocks touching, and twitching as we were both so turned on. I moved right in close and wrapped my hand around both of our cocks. I rubbed our cock heads together, massaged them, rubbing my fingers in our pre-cum.
“Fuck man, what are you doing to me?” “Oh shit, fuck ohhh hmmm…”.
With that he blasted me with his cum; such powerful jets of spunk covered my cock and belly. I continued to rub us together, enjoying the ecstatic pleasure of his slimy spunk on me. Well it was not long before I too was shooting hot spunk over him, pumping long and hard, one of the best cum’s for a while.
Eventually I released us both; my hand covered in spunk as were my cock and balls, his cock was also covered in my jizz. We stood silent for a moment, spunk dripping from us.
We arranged to meet here in a weeks’ time, and offered to show him the cross dressers room. Warning him, that I would be dressed for the occasion. He seemed nervously excited to another new experience.
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