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The Dance

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 13 Aug 1999 1 comments
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by Scott This could not have been any hotter even if we planned it. Which Matt sort of did, but I didn't know then. We got to the dance club around midnight. The place was so packed you had to turn sideways to get anywhere. And that can be fun when there's only a very thin layer of cloth between your cock and so much flesh. I was majorly horny and pumped up to get crazy on the dance floor. And it was like a mosh pit. Definitely a claustrophobic's nightmare. At first we didn't see anyone we knew, so we just sort of pushed and shoved our way about 2/3 to the back and finally couldn't get much further, so we just stopped right there and started dancing. The temperature had to be like 85-90 in there. Major sweat. I had on a pair of plaid cotton boxers (nothing underneath, of course) and an old t shirt I had ripped the sleeves off and turned into a pauper's tank top. We were going to wear sandals, but I wanted to dance and you can't do that too well in sandals, so I just left them in the car and hoped I wouldn't be caught going in barefoot. I wasn't. But my feet got trampled a couple of times. Not pleasant, but it was too late. So we're on the dance floor and Matt is pressed up flat against me. Sinfully close and decadently gyrating. They have these laser lights and sparkle balls on the ceiling, so that everyone looks like they're in a cross between a 1920s flickering movie and The Twilight Zone. You don't even really dance with one person, you just let go and go with the crowd. But Matt made sure he stayed glued to me, and I didn't object. So after about 5 minutes he grabs the bottom of my shirt and starts to raise it up and just smiles at me and yells "Raise your arms." (This is NOT a place for significant conversations!). I'm getting hornier by the minute. He strips off my shirt and just drops it on the floor. It's gone. Which is no big deal because at least half the guys there are shirtless at those temperatures. So here I am on this dance floor with Matt and about 250 other flashing red/green/blue faces in only a pair of thin cotton boxers about 2 years too old and one size too large. Everything in the place is almost hypnotic. Scary but exciting. Matt keeps crushing his body into mine and my formerly semi-flaccid penis is starting to rise to his evil grin. By the way Matt was wearing just a pair of Umbros and a long Tshirt. He was a little--just a little--more conservative than me. Matt gets this look in his eyes when he wants to play the aggressor and me the slave (sort of a role play thing we do), and I LOVE that, so now my dick is totally hard and I am filling with anticipation of what he is going to do. By now we have been on the dance floor only about 15 minutes, drowning in this sea of undulating flesh and nondescript faces. In the flickering haze, all I am focusing on is Matt's maniacal grin and his body melding with mine, sweat pouring from us both by now. Matt reaches his hand into the fly of my boxers and pulls out my dick (btw I am about 6.5" hard, and cut) and starts jacking it while he is pressed up against me. Surrounded by 250 other people who have no idea what is going on. Fact is, in that place, it probably happens a couple of dozen times a night. No one could tell unless they were looking right at you, and a few times at least I could tell that others were seeing what he was doing. That made it even hotter, and I am finding myself in this frenzy, totally lost in the scene with no control. NO drug could make you feel what I was feeling right then. By now the only thing holding up my oversized boxers is my dick sticking out of it and Matt's hand in utter control of that. The combination of the music, the heat, the mass of flesh surrounding us and Matt pumping me to the rhythm was making my head spin almost like I was drunk. My heart rate had to be around 120 at this point. The eroticism of this scene was permeating me, and I never wanted it to stop. Then Matt let's go of my dick for a second, rips his tshirt off and drops it on the floor, now only in his umbros. Then he puts both his hands firmly on my hips and grinds his crotch into mine. Before I realize what he is doing, his hands slip lower and he starts pushing my boxers down off my hips until they are straining against my hardon, pulling it straight out from my body. I look right into his eyes, and his grin is huge. He grabs my dick, shoves it back through the fly, then slips my shorts on down past my thighs, lets go, and they drop onto the floor. I start laughing and bending down to grab them, but immediately he pushes me back a few steps and now my shorts are totally lost on the floor. There's no way I could find them, let alone bend all the way down and pick them up. So here I am now, totally naked in the middle of the busiest dance club downtown with my dick harder than it's ever been. Matt wraps his arms around me and holds firmly onto my back in a pin hold, crushing himself against me now and keeps dancing, our bodies melting into one. Except he still has his shorts on, although they are totally drenched in sweat. I am gripped with a combination of fear and excitement like I have never known before. If we got caught, we could not only get kicked out, but I could get arrested. But at the same time I'm too horny and too caught up in all of this to worry. Basically I just want to cum like crazy...and this was Matt's plan too. He grips my dick again while we're still locked tight together and grinds his crotch against the outside of my dick while he's holding it from the inside. The friction against my dick head is massive, and it takes only about 2 minutes for me to get almost to that point of no return. And like he's psychic, he let's go of my dick and backs off a second, and I feel like I'm going to pass out I want to cum so bad. So I reach down and grab my dick since all I am thinking about now is that it will explode if I don't cum RIGHT then. But Matt grabs my wrist and jerks it up in the air, leans into my ear and yells "Nope. Not yet. It's time to go now!" Now the fear is rising above the passion as I realize I have to get out of there without being caught, totally naked with a raging hardon. What could I do? We couldn't stay forever, and there was no way I was going to find my boxers. It wouldn't have mattered anyway because now Matt is dragging me by my wrist, shoving through the crowd (which is the only way you EVER get out of that place anyway), getting closer to the door. And the bouncer. And this was my only salvation: the bouncer last night was Brian, and his brother Steve is the one I told you about whose house we went to last week when Matt jerked me off and I sucked his dick. So I've known Brian since I was a kid, and he's not unfamiliar with the stuff Matt and I do. But the closer you get to the door, the more the crowd thins out some, so before we could get to the door, anyone could see me stark naked and still hard as a rock. But I wasn't even thinking about that, just filled with relief when I saw Brian at the door. As soon as he spots us rushing at the door, he gets this look like he's going to stop us. A split second of utter horror filled my gut. Then, after this moment that felt like a year, he breaks out into this huge belly laugh, shaking his head and stands off to the side so we can rush out the door. By this time I am almost out of breath, a combination of the fear and the dancing and the almost-cumming. But we still had to run out into the street, and next door to the parking lot. And of course, Matt had parked his car in the back of the parking lot. Problem is, at this club, the parking lot has about as many people outside as inside, people just hanging by their cars talking and shit. So we had to run past about 100 people through the lot to his car, and by this time everyone saw what was happening. There was a combination of laughter, yelling, and a few screams from some of the more naive females...This whole time my emotions are flashing from utter fear to total passionate eroticism. I mean, for someone who likes to show off naked, you don't get much more blatant than this. But, I was not in control of the situation. Matt was in complete control. And this is all part of this role play we do when he is the Master and I am the Slave. I'm sure by now you are certain that I am the most perverted, crazed kid you have ever known, and you might be right. But this was NOT my plan, even though I was loving/hating it. We stumbled into his car, slammed the doors, and I was almost doubled-over in pain from being out of breath. My feet were raw from running (but not bloody, thank goodness), and I was soaked from sweat, looking like I had just gone through a typhoon. And still my dick was hard as a rock, and I was still thinking that I HAD to cum or I would die. He was laughing almost uncontrollably while he shoved the keys in, started the car, and drove out of the parking lot. Cops are all over downtown like roaches, so he had to drive 20 MPH, turned quickly onto Flagler Blvd., drove a couple of blocks to an apartment complex, into its dark parking lot, turned off the ignition, and immediately bent over, engulfing my dick in his mouth, and sucked like crazy. It took me about 45 seconds before I erupted into his mouth, cumming like a geyser. It was SO intense. All of this took place in about 40 minutes. It seemed like it had been all night. I