Date: Thu, 29 Dec 2005 22:59:56 +0200
From: Donovan <superdon@mighty.co.za>
Subject: Club Gladiator

Disclaimer
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The following is a work of gay erotic fiction.  It does contain
descriptions of sexual acts between males.  If that offends you, if you are
underage, or if possessing it is illegal where you are, then stop reading
now!

This story is loosely based on the personal experience of a South African
boy living and working in Johanessburg.  Names and places have been changed
to protect the innocent - namely me.  Comments and critisims are welcome.

Club Gladiator
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Simon just turned 25, just finished varsity, just moved to the big city
and just got himself a decent jobbie.  His life was about to start.  Well
it took a few months in his new role as 'adult' before his life really
kicked off.

Having moved away from everything he'd known Simon also moved away from
everybody he'd known.  Sure they might not have been the best of people
but at least they were people to interact with unlike now - completely
alone in a big city.

One Monday morning on his daily walk down to the canteen for lunch.  He
shared a lift with some boys from the call centre.  He called them 'boys'
'cause they couldn't have been more than maybe 19 years old.  Standing at
the back of the lift trying to look completely disinterested in the two
men and their conversation; Simon couldn't help overhearing that these
boys had been to 'Club Gladiator' the past weekend.

"There were stunning boys there on Friday night."
"O Yes!"

"It's now or never!!" Simon thought.  He opened his mouth and said "Are
you?"
"Yes we are"
"And so are you by the way.  I can smell you a mile away"

Simon was shocked at this brash forward comment.  Struggling to not be
defensive Simon came back with; "You're also smelling kinda horrendous,
what is that Tommy?"

"Aaa.... Mmmm..... Good comeback dude.  My name is David and this is my
friend Alex"
"I'm Simon."

The three of them had lunch together.  Over the week they became
friendlier and by Friday night Simon was comfortable enough with Alex and
David to go with them to Club Gladiator.  It would be the first time in
Simon's whole life that he'd go to a gay club.  It would be the first
time that he'd go with gay friends and it would be the first time he let
himself consider that he was in fact probably gay.

Growing up in a small repressed town didn't do anything for a confused
young boy.  His teachers would tell him and the other boys in his class
not to play with themselves.  It went against the religion the school
subscribed to.  His parents never ever discussed sex with him.  In fact
nobody's parents discussed sex in that town.  You could see when the kids
hit puberty 'cause suddenly young playful, outgoing kids became quiet,
scared, ashamed and miserable.  It was like that for everybody growing
up.  That is the reason Simon needed to get out of that place.  That was
the reason Simon didn't know about sex till Varsity and the education
porno mags gave.  What Simon realised soon was that he preferred the gay
porno much much more than the straight.

Club Gladiator is in the city centre.  It's an old converted cinema with
three levels.  A kind of chill level, a vibrant dance level and third
completely unlit level.  Simon didn't want to know what went on there.
The music was incredible.  Stuff he'd never heard before except for maybe
at the gym when James did the spinning class.

The gym was Simon's only release from the daily pressures.  Tuesday
evenings were the best 'cause James (about 22, reasonably short and
somewhat stocky but noticeably bottom heavy from all the cycling he did)
took the spinning class.  He'd always play the best house music while
working that bike up to a ridiculous speed.  It was the smile that did it
every time.  As Simon's legs would burn, as Simon was about to sit down
in his seat not able to go any longer... James would smile at him.  That
was all it took to re-energize him.  There was something about this guy
that made Simon's whole week.

Simon floated around the club.  He loved it but hated it 'cause he
couldn't dance as well as the others.  He hated the older guys staring
him down.  He hated that he didn't have the nerve to talk to the guys
that made his heart skip.  He especially hated seeing some guys from his
gym there.  Not even the nice ones.  It was turning into a bitter-sweet
night until David and Alex stepped in.

David wore a pair of white clam digger shorts that ended just in the
middle of his calves.  This white contrasted perfectly with a bright blue
shirt.  On a dark haired, well tanned boy the attired looked quite
alluring.  Especially since the shorts were virtually transparent and
anybody to make out the black briefs underneath.  Alex was also a dark
haired boy with blue blue eyes.  A rare combination Simon always
thought.  Alex had the build of a pretty boy.  Skinny and lean with
almost no muscle to hold onto or admire.  He had on tan cargo pants and
white vest.  Both of them looked good but nowhere near as good as the
spinner James, or that boy on the dance floor sporting and FBI shirt.

They took Simon by the hands and dragged him onto the dance floor.  Simon
vibrated a little.  Sensing his discomfort David showed Simon a few
moves.  Simon clicked quickly; within a half hour Simon had all the basic
moves down and was looking almost like he belonged on the dance floor.

He felt somebody pinch his butt.  He turned round and saw the 'police
man'.  The 'police man' was about 1.7m tall and built like a rugby
player.  He had short dark hair, was wearing a tight brown shirt with an
'FBI' logo on it (hence the name 'police man').  All Simon could think
was 'GRRRROWWEL'.  Like before Simon told himself to take the lead, to
take control of the situation; you saw him before and you liked him
then.  You still like him now and if you don't do anything about it
somebody else is gonna.  Simon sauntered up to the 'police man', leant in
his ear and asked him what his name was.  This was very out of character
for shy, reserved Simon.

"JUSTIN! AND YOU?"
"SIMON", the music was very loud and he couldn't hear what Justin (or was
it something else) was saying.  "LETS GET A DRINK"
"SURE"

Simon walked off the dance floor with Justin in pursuit.  They found a
quiet place downstairs and started talking.  Justin commented on how
Simon's tight red Johnny Collar, and superbly cut jeans showed of his
athletic build.  Simon replied with thanks and then went on to say how
the FBI shirt was really doing it for him.  This all the while Simon
trying to hide his complete lack of experience.

They talked a little more.  Back to the dance floor where David and Alex
gave a knowing wink and pat on the back.  Simon was in heaven and hell at
the same time all of a sudden.  He'd managed to catch the man of the
moment and nobody could take that away.  What next?  Simon kept
thinking.  What the hell do I do next? I want this man so badly.

The music slowed a little and he felt a kiss.  This was a rough yet
gentle manly kiss.  He felt the hint of stubble rubbing against his own;
he felt just a touch of tongue.  Kinda stunned and relieved he realised
it was Justin and not some stranger.  Kinda stunned Simon didn't know how
to react except by returning the favour.  Simon grabbed Justin and kissed
him full on.  Shoved his tongue between Justin's lips.  It was the first
Simon had ever kissed a man and it was perfect.  All Simon could think
was - this is who I am and this is what I like.  Simon didn't want the
kiss to end.

Justin grabbed Simon by the hand and pulled him upstairs to the dark
third level.  Simons heart pounding.  Justin found a spot with bean bag
in it.  Justin pushed Simon into the bean bag, got on top of him and
kissed him again.

Simon whispered; 'I've never...'
Justin stopped for a second not knowing what to do with this.  He was
sitting on top of a hot virgin in dingy club in the middle of town.  O my
Hell!  Could this be any naughtier?

"SHHHhhhh, I'll take care of you."  Justin kissed him again.  Then ran
his tongue down Simon's neck.  Down the V shape of his Johnny Collar,
over his nipple.  He licked Simon through his shirt.  Simon couldn't
believe what was happening.  Justin aimed lower.  Simon suddenly felt a
warm wet tongue on his abs.  He felt his shirt being push up while his
abs and pecs were being licked.  Simon whimpered in complete surrender.

Simon didn't realise that Justin had his hand in his fly until he came
up, leant in his ear and whispered 'Found it'.  Simon didn't care then.
It was just too magical and beautiful.  All self consciousness was gone.
Partly thanks to the darkness and partly thanks to this beautiful 'police
man'.

Justin undid the jean button.
"You're not wearing underwear you little fuck!" A health magazine
suggested to go without underwear as often as possible to let 'you penis
hang free and exercise at it's own pace'.  Stupid magazine filled with
hot muscle boys and inane articles.  Simon did the like 'hanging free'
feeling though.  Made him feel powerful, sexy and naughty at the same
time.

Simon took this as permission to push down his jeans to give Justin the
prize he was so keenly looking for.  Then it happened.  He felt it for
the first time in his life.  A warm wet mouth, inviting, exploring tongue
wrapped around the head of his dick.  Simon imagined this moment over and
over but never realised how good it would really feel.

"O... Fuck!" is all Simon can say.

Justin licked the shaft from tip to base.  Then came up and said
"I love a long cut bushy dick"

Simon didn't want to hear it.  He pushed Justin down. Justin didn't
fight.  Justin carried on licking and sucking on that meat.  It didn't
take long for Simon to feel a variation of that familiar feeling.  Unlike
the usual wank-offs where the feeling was mostly in his dick, this was
something else.  His legs tingled, his abs tingled.  The head of his
penis tingled.  He felt kinda light headed and then exploded.

"Fuck...ing...hell" Justin tried not to gag as Simon thrust his dick in
and out.  Justin tried his damndest to get as much of Simon's cum in his
mouth. Simons' dick got more and more sensitive as he came.  Once he was
done he couldn't bare to have anything touch it let alone a warm
caressing tongue explore it.  He just pulled back.  Justin got the hint.
After what seemed like the longest while Simon flopped back into the bean
bag.  Justin came up and kissed Simon.  Simon didn't expect to find his
own cum in Justin's mouth.  It was kinda gross and kinda nice at the same
time.  It was an odd taste or maybe it was just the taste of the beers
they had afterwards masking this taste. Simon struggled to swallow while
kissing.  Cum flowed out of his mouth.  Justin slobbered it up again. The
'police man' whispered "I wanted YOU taste how sweet you are".

Simon didn't agree.  But did reply "I wanna taste you now, I want you to
feel like I feel".  'O God! How cheesy is that Simon?' He thought but it
didn't matter 'cause it had the effect he wanted.

Justin stood up.  Simon hurriedly unbuttoned Justin's jeans.  Pulled them
down to his knees then pulled down his briefs.  The briefs were a little
more difficult 'cause Justin's hard dick was holding them up.  Simon
nervously got them down.  He couldn't see much in the darkness so
proceeded to use his hands to feel what Justin 'looked like'.  Somehow
this was kinkier than he'd imagined.  He'd never seen another cock in
real life.  All the cock he'd seen besides his own was in pornos.  Now
that he couldn't see his first real dick he had to feel it.  So badly had
to feel it.  Had to touch it, taste it and make it explode.

Simon felt Justin's thighs at first.  They were smooth, obviously
shaven.  He moved his hands up and round Justin's butt.  Again smooth and
very very tight.  Simon always wanted his own butt to be tight but could
never allow himself to go through the female dominant 'buns and thighs'
class.  Funny thought at this time made Simon smile.

"Stop teasing", his hands came round slowly to the front.  First he felt
Justin's upper thighs again, and then the texture changed.  It went from
smooth to prickly rough.  Simon's one hand had reach Justin's bush while
his other hand had reached Justin's balls.  His balls were shaved
smooth.  His bush was very short, not like own that was all natural.  His
hand caressed Justin's balls while his other found the shaft.  It wasn't
very very long.  >From base all the was up to the tip felt like about
15cm.  He knew this feeling 'cause this is how long his own cock felt in
the dark.

Justin has a surprise for Simon.  He was uncut.  The tip of dick was wet
and slick.  Simon had always wanted to play with uncut dick.  Actually,
Simon always wanted to play with dick other than his own.  Simon pumped
down pulling the foreskin over the head of Justin's dick.  It was
incredible to feel the extra play a foreskin gave.  "If only the lights
were on!" Simon thought.

"MMMmmmm" Justin whimpered.

Simon pumped once or twice then leant forward.  He smelt that musky odour
a man develops after a vigorous effort.  It was more than enough to spur
him on to taking Justin's dick into his mouth.  He didn't know quite what
to do.  He licked around the head between the tip and foreskin.  Justin
liked it.  He began to bop on his dick but realised that he needed to
make an adjustment.  He pulled down, pulled Justin's foreskin all the way
down uncovering the bulbous head of his cock.  This was much better.  He
bopped slowly.  Justin moaned quietly.

Simon's free hand had found its way into Justin's crack.  Slowly slowly
it would push Justin forward then pull him back.  This other hand was
regulating the rhythm of Simon's first ever blow job.  Pushing more and
more of Justin's dick into his mouth.

"Yeah, I like it slow".  Simon was lost.  It was awesome.  Who could have
ever guessed that sucking dick was this good.  More and more Simon
relaxed eventually taking in all of Justin's now hot and somewhat
throbbing cock.  His guiding hand found a new handle by hooking his
middle finger in Justin's ass.

Simon would have never ever guessed that his first time would see him
with a police god, see him with a huge dick rammed down his throat and
see him with now two fingers in a stranger's ass hole.  It was just a
turn on.  Something dangerous, something he shouldn't be doing but
something that bad had to be and was indeed very very good.  The hand
holding onto Justin's shaft began to wonder.  Feeling the texture of his
balls.  Feeling the trimmed bush and imagining what it must look like in
the light.  His hand then slipped onto his own dick.  It was the most
natural place for it then.  Simon began pumping his own dick.

Justin groaned everytime a finger entered his hole.  He loved it.  Simon
sensed this and changed his approach angle.  He pushed his hand between
Justin's legs and up.  Found his hole and began to finger fuck Justin as
he was sucking.  Justin's excitement got louder.

Simon could feel something different.  Simon felt Justin's balls slowing
coming up.  Simon also felt Justin's need to pump harder and harder.
Justin was about to cum.  Simon hastened the load by pushing two fingers
deep into Justin's ass.

Justin came.  Justin grabbed Simon's head with both hands and pumped his
load down Simon's throat.  Simon was choking but that didn't make Justin
stop. Justin just fucked Simon's face shooting load after load of hot
sticky jism.  It was incredible.  A warm inviting mouth, two fingers
scraping the inner walls of his asshole.  He hadn't cum this good in
weeks.

Simon recovered.  Simon loved it. Simon had to beat off before they both
got dressed and back to the dance floor.  Justin helped.

"I thought you're a novice at this shit?"
"I am, did you like it?"
"Fuck yeah.  Your fingers up my ass, OMIGOD.  You need to finish that
off"
"What you mean?"
"You stretched me out now.  You need to fuck me for real."
"Ok. When?"
"Let's go to my place"