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Midtowne Solos

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by Jack Scorpio This is a true story. There's a club just outside of downtown Dallas, TX called the Midtowne Spa. It's actually an old fashioned bathhouse, a vestige of late 1970's and early 1980's gay male sexual excess.Up until a few years ago, they featured male "dancers" during one night of the week. Most of these guys never really danced. The sole purpose, of course, was for them to whack off to music in front of a bunch of other guys. In the spring of 1992, I saw an ad in the Dallas Voice, a gay/lesbian newspaper, advertising for these dancers. I responded, not knowing what to expect, and was invited for an "interview/audition." I was escorted up to the second level where they had a "dancer" in action. The guy was laying flat on the floor partially surrounded by mirrors beating his boner as music played in the background. I got an instant boner myself, which showed prominently through my tight faded blue jeans, and almost popped a load right then. There was a good crowd of men, most of who were stroking, too. Now this, I thought, is my type of dancing. After the "show," I went back downstairs to the office where I "auditioned" for the manager. He had me strip naked and get hard. Of course, I was already rock hard and the naked part comes easy. I love being naked and, naturally, I love to masturbate. But doing both for an audience was a dream about to come true. The manager hired me on the spot, and I did my first "show" the following week. I was nervous, unfortunately, and didn't come like I'd hoped. But I had a good time. Still, they called me back again, and I became a regular performer. I recorded a tape of my own music, as I didn't care for the club/disco shit they provided. It was rock music, hard and heavy metal; both of which fit my image as a no-nonsense bastard. I didn't have much of a costume, usually tight blue jeans, black cowboy boots, black leather motorcycle cap, and mirror sunglasses. I kept the sunglasses on, not so much to conceal my identity as to create an aura of mystery. I quickly became popular, calling myself Mark. I didn't do it for the money, $75.00 for the hour, but only because I enjoyed pumping my dick in public. I always prepared myself at least 48 hours before the show by not jacking off. It was tough, but it worked because I always fired a heavy load. Two days is long enough for my big hairy balls to fill up with my white gold. And more fluid in the balls make for a better orgasm. My nuts would be aching like crazy by the time I arrived at the place, but the reaction from the crowd when my sperm geyser let loose was incredible. My tube steak would already be throbbing and I'd make it "dance" by flexing my groin muscles. It's about 7" and cut with a perfect head and covered with thick veins. I like to beat my dick when I whack off, and I mean BEAT it. It makes it redder and harder. And before each show, I'd sometimes down a can of beer; not to loosen up, but because it'd make me want to piss. And under those circumstances, needing to piss causes a sure-fire hardon. I'd rub my hands all over my entire body, which is lean and muscular. I have beautiful legs and a great looking mid-section, not to forget a hot muscle ass. I'd turn around and bend over with my legs spread apart; then finger my butt hole, while stroking my dick. Also, I drip pretty heavily before I shoot. Almost as soon as I get excited, that sweet pre-cum will start seeping out of my pisshole. When performing, I'd let that slippery mess fall to the floor in a long, slow drip. That sent a lot of guys into spermatic frenzy. When I reached the point of no return, here again, I had a routine. I can separate orgasm from ejaculation. Sounds strange, but here's how it works. I stroke my rod until that hot point, then stop, letting my jism juice fly out like water from a hose. A few more strokes and I'm there, my cream pipe twitching like an eel. It looks like two orgasms because more cum pours out of my cock. I'd always time the cumshot to the end of the music. If I felt like I was going to come too soon, I'd grab my king sized sperm sacs and pull them down. This keeps the ivory piss from shooting out. At least for a few minutes. On a couple of occasions I couldn't help it and popped sooner than I'd expected. But I was already hot and pumped when I got there anyway, so I could work myself into another frenzy. And at every show, somebody would come along with me. A few times, a whole bunch of guys popped off at the same time, creating the biggest fucking mess you'd ever seen. Once I pointed my dick towards my face right when I shot off, capturing that salty love juice in my open mouth. Other times I'd smear it all over my hairy chest, or turn around and bend over and spread it across my ass. Occasionally, I'd be standing when I came. I'd lean back a little and let the cum spray onto my chest and abs, sometimes while pinching my hardened nipples, or with both hands on my butt cheeks. I last performed there in 1995, before these fucking Republicans took over the county court and decided they knew what was best for the community. Thus, Midtowne couldn't even have nude "dancers." They eventually stopped altogether and now it's just another exercise club. But I'll always have those great whacker memories.