chairs had been set up in a circle pointing out with a large spotlight in the middle. We posed and waved as our winners made their way to us. I wasn’t surprised to see that all of the winners chose to receive lap dances from us. My winner had blonde hair and was wearing a pair of tight black latex shorts that were just a little longer than mine, but he wasn’t assless. He was in shape like everyone else and patted his lap as he sat down. I smiled as the four of us took our places in front of our winners, just as the song “Pony” by Ginuwine started playing.
I was nervous, having never done this before. But I had seen the other dancers give plenty of lap dances, so I knew the basics. I just let go and moved to the music. We all started dancing, shaking our asses, and feeling ourselves up. I then turned around and sat on his lap, as I shook my ass on his crotch to the beat of the music. After that, I grabbed the back of the chair for stability as I brought my leg over his head as I turned around on his lap (thank you yoga). I then began basically dry-humping my ass on his lap as I rubbed myself and his chest erotically.
As the song came to an end, we were all greeted by a howling ovation. We all smiled and waved, as Tom gave us atta-boys over the microphone before calling in the next group of four. I made my way back to the bar and chugged a water as I accepted a high five from Tim. He smiled widely, as he declared, “Fuck, that was hot. That dude was ready to blow his load in his shorts. I’m surprised his cock didn’t rip through that latex and skewer your ass.”
I laughed as I finished my water. I looked around and asked, “Where’s Robert?”
Tim smirked as he said, “I saw him dragging that big guy into the “Fun House” as soon as the music started. I’m not sure if he’s getting fucked, but that big guy’s cock is getting a workout one way or another. That kid is one of the biggest cock hungry fuckboys I’ve ever met. And that’s saying something.”
I laughed as I wished him luck as his name was called. He made his way to the center of the club to start his dance. Unfortunately, I was unable to watch him or the others, as I was too busy making drinks. Luckily Brian sent one of his guys to help out. I smiled and thanked him as we shagged drinks until Tim returned. As Tim took his place behind the bar again, Robert finally waltzed back up to us. He had a huge grin on his face as he said, “Hello, guys.”
He started fixing drinks without another word as he grinned in satisfaction. We pestered him until he finally admitted, “That guy has a cock that fits his body perfectly. Mmm...I sucked him off, swallowed his cum, and sucked him back to life again. Before starting over. He came three times before I was satisfied that he was having a good time on our date. He’ll probably need a while to remember how his legs work.”
We all laughed and slapped his ass, as he continued to grin. He finally looked over at me and declared, “Honestly, you don’t know what you’re missing. Mmmm…God, I love cock.”
I laughed and shook my head as we continued making drinks. I had to admit, my cock was rock hard and I was considering availing myself of the probable enthusiastic blowjob that my “in-house date” had implied. All of the hickeys on my ass cheeks, rimming, ass-slapping, and now lap dancing were playing hell on my already overwhelming dry-spell. I hadn’t really considered how long it’d been since I had sex or got off without my rosy palm, but now that someone was actually offering and since I was so worked up…
I kept glancing over at where Jonathan was sitting and huffed as I continued to debate with myself over what to do. Robert then sidled up next to me and said, “Don’t overthink this. Just have a good time and don’t worry about the rest. You’ve always fit in around here. You never freak out over catching any of us going at it and you even fire back when someone takes a shot at you. Just relax and go dance with him, talk to him, or whatever. It’s not like you have to follow my lead and blow him, although you should. That guy is hot. But seriously, he’d probably blow your mind if you let him blow you.”
I smiled and shook my head at Robert’s antics, as I made my way from out behind the bar. I called out, “I’ll be back after my date.”
As I made my way over to Jonathan’s booth, I noticed Tom smiling at me and giving me a thumbs-up. I shook my head at him and waved him off, as I arrived at the table. Jonathan invited me to sit down across from him and I did. I was nervous and he seemed to smile at that. He was welcoming and didn’t try anything yet, he just started up a casual conversation.
We talked about how long I’d worked here, what I was studying in college, how I liked the city, etc. I made it a point of asking him questions about how long he’d been coming to the club, what he did for a living, how long he’d lived in the city, etc. After a while, I was relaxed and we were talking normally, or as normal as you can in a loud and crowded gay club.
He liked hearing about the antics of the employees and how we usually stayed within our groupings (bartenders, bouncers, main stage dancers, and cage dancers). He made it a point of telling me that he always enjoyed seeing me in a cage. He said that I must have learned some good moves, considering the lap dance I had just performed.
I shrugged and said that I picked up a few things watching the others. I hadn’t realized it, but he had been slowly sliding closer to me as we talked. I didn’t notice until he placed a hand on my thigh as he asked if I had a boyfriend. I of course said that I didn’t. I went back to my customary technique of gender-swapping my ex. I told him about the breakup and my lunch in dodging the STDs. He laughed as he agreed I had gotten lucky. I was so relaxed that I didn’t notice until I moaned, but he had slowly begun cupping and rubbing my hard cock through my shorts.
He smiled as he asked, “So tell me, how long has it been since you’ve had this hard cock sucked or had sex?”
I answered honestly about it being with my ex months ago. He then asked, “When you were up on the bar and the guys were eating the banana splits, that was the first time you’d been rimmed, wasn’t it?”
I nodded sadly, as I remembered how amazing it had felt as my hard cock jumped in my shorts. He smiled and tightened his grip on my cock as he said, “That’s surprising. With an ass as cute as yours, you should have a line of horny men dying to tongue fuck that tight little asshole. Why haven’t you availed yourself of the opportunities here? I’m sure you could get whatever you needed.”
I moaned again as he continued to grip and rub my hard cock. I was able to stutter out that I was usually busy when I was at work and that this was one of the first times I was an active participant in the activities. He nodded as he leaned closer to my ear and moaned huskily, “You’re coming with me into the “Fun House” so I can show you what you’ve been missing. Do you understand me?”
I nodded slowly as he tightened his grip on my cock. He then slid off the other side of the booth and guided me to follow him. I felt my heart pounding as he led me into the “Fun House” door. It was almost pitch black inside except for the pin-pricks of light coming from tiny LEDs around the area. The light wasn’t enough to see who was who, but you could see outlines and shapes. I saw men on their knees sucking cock, men on their hands and knees getting fucked, and all other kinds of gay sex that I could imagine.
Jonathan pushed me up against the wall and tightened his grip on my hard cock and balls causing me to moan. He took his opportunity and shoved his tongue into my mouth. I was so overwhelmed by the feeling of him gripping my cock and balls that I didn’t resist. I think I might have moaned back and even ground my crotch into his hand. He slipped his other hand behind me to grip my ass cheek as he pulled me tighter against him. Into the kiss, he growled, “Touch my cock, boy. I want you to feel what a real man has between his legs.”