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Midtown Spa

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 28 Jul 1997 1 comments
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Hey, Brian. I love Club Stroke, and I have a story for you. It is definitely NON-fiction, and I remember it very vividly. You may post my e-mail address if you like. Steve. This happened last March, but I wrote it up the next day while my memory was fresh. Wrote it up my favorite way, too, sitting naked in front of my computer with my dick sticking up like a flagpole. I'd write a bit, then sit back and masturbate for a while, stroking my cock and remembering what happened, thinking about the next passage. It was so hot that by the time I'd finished writing it I had cum splattered all over my chest. By the time you finish reading it, I hope you do too. This happened last night, March 23, 1997. I was there, I saw it, I did it. The room is of moderate size, maybe 40 feet by 30, dimly lit as most rooms in a bathhouse are. Two curved steps of risers are built into one long side of the room making it into a small amphitheater, focussed on a small stage along the opposite wall. In the wall is a large TV showing porno films. There are a few plastic patio chairs around, and some large broad padded benches arranged on the risers, and against the back wall. It's the Midtowne Spa in New Orleans, which twice a week stages its J/O Party, complete with a live porn performer, "dancer" perhaps, to lead the gang in the fun. I went last night. A little before 9:30 I took a chair at the far end of the room, carrying my bottle of lube and wearing my towel. There were about a dozen other guys there, placidly watching the TV and similarly garbed. One guy in jeans and a white athletic undershirt sat on the stage looking bored, waiting for the show. Some guys had their hands lying casually near their laps. They could have been fondling themselves; I sure was. Then the guy in the jeans stood up, and I realized he was the evening's entertainment. He was in his early 20s, and really nice looking. He started by gently rubbing the front of his jeans, as some music started in the background, and he proceeded with a truly hot strip. Pulled off his undershirt, opened his fly, pulled out his cock to show us, then oiled it up and started in. By now I was openly jacking off, as was everybody else in the room. The guy nearest me had a splendid dick, at least seven inches, which he was having a lot of fun with, especially after squirting some lube on it. Some guys, I couldn't see their dicks because of the dimness or the way they were sitting, but I could see all their arms pumping up and down over their crotches. When the dancer was totally naked, except for a leather cockring behind his balls, he started working the room, going around to each guy for some personal attention. He'd let you run your unoccupied hand over his splendid body, and play with his balls as he stroked himself, maybe let you squeeze his dick a bit. It sure felt nice to hold. In this dimly lit room, I had taken a chair in a spot a little more brightly lit, and I was glad of it. This was incredibly hot, and I wanted to be seen. I was sitting there, slowly stroking my lubed up cock, watching other guys doing the same, and watching them watch me. The party was finding a focus. I moved over to the other end of the room where things were concentrating. The dancer was having a good time with some guys standing against the back wall. One was short, hairy, and muscular, the other was taller, smooth, and slender. Both were stroking their rigid cocks, and the dancer was encouraging them. They were standing against the back wall together, their bodies touching, feeling each other and stroking. One guy sitting in a chair nearby had left on his t-shirt for some reason, and he was a trip to watch. He'd pump that meat in his fist, and the look on his face was really something, eyes riveted to the action around him, mouth hanging open as he breathed hard. He looked like he was about to cum at any second. That's about where I was, in that state. I was sitting on one of the benches, facing the guys against the wall, part of this incredible group of open cockstrokers. This was so hot, to be sitting here luxuriously stroking my cock, looking around me and seeing other hands rubbing up and down other cocks. The dancer, still jacking, came and sat next to me, his leg touching mine. It was time to go for the gold, and I went for it big time. I would be the first to cum, and as it built and I started to gasp I knew the dancer was watching me closely. I had a fantastic orgasm, truly intense, and I shot straight up onto my chest, all the way up to my chin. And yeah man I milked it, prolonged every bit of pleasure I could get. I presume the whole gang was watching me along with the dancer, but I couldn't tell you from my own observation. My whole attention was with my dick and my hand. I eventually came out of it, and saw that the dancer was back standing between those two guys by the wall, and he was getting serious. We all watched, the other guys all stroking themselves vigorously, me holding my still tingling dick with cum visibly all over my chest. The dancer soon began to gasp and tense, and then I saw his cum shoot out onto the floor. I know that at least one guy right next to him came just a few seconds later, and probably several more in the room did too. I couldn't tell you, I wasn't paying attention. I was just too mesmerized by the two orgasms I was seeing right in front of me. The party broke up soon after. A lot of happy campers needed showers. In the shower, the guy I saw cum next to the dancer grinned at me and said, "Great show!" I grinned back and said, "Sure was!" We'd both been part of the climax, and were proud of it. The Midtowne Spa stages this every Thursday and Sunday evening, at 9:30 pm. Girod and Baronne, in the Central Business District, in New Orleans, Louisiana. See y'all there.