Date: Mon, 21 May 2001 17:53:08 +0100 (BST)
From: Jak Off <jakoffwithme@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: "Club Nights"

jakoffwithme@yahoo.co.uk
ICQ: 45862060

All the usual warnings apply. Be legal. Be interested. Be an adult. Simple!

It's been about two weeks since I wrote my first story in a while
('Refreshing Water') and now, thanks to a lot of encouragement from
everyone who has written to me, I think it's about time I rounded up the
number of stories I've written to 30. Hope you all like it.


Club Nights

My heart pounded like a sledge hammer in my chest as my eyes followed the
figure as he disappeared around the corner. The summer breeze blowing on to
my face wasn't enough to stop me sweating. I could feel my forehead
suddenly become damp as small water droplets cascaded around my face.
Still, I kept walking towards him.

It was dark and the alley way the guy had just walked into was very dimly
lit. I could still hear the sound of the traffic racing along the busy road
I was walking away from now. In the distance the strong, thumping sound of
a drum beat indicated that the night was still young.  There was an odd
smell in the air. Sort of musky though not stale. It had the aroma of
hundreds of young men that had worn the same path all through the years.

The pace slowed. I became aware of the sound of my footsteps on the gritty
ground. Never once did my eyes move from the man in front. I watched his
denim ass move in a uniform way with each step he took. His green silky
shirt clung to his back in the clammy atmosphere. He had first caught my
eye about and hour ago in the club. I thought that he looked about my age,
22. He was standing at the bar talking to his friends and periodically
gulping at his beer.

I must have been paying a little too much attention because when I came to
my senses briefly, he seemed to acknowledge me looking at him. I had felt
myself go flush when I realised I'd been caught. Thankfully he wasn't about
to come and ask me what my problem was. I took it as a sign to continue my
gazing, albeit making them a little more subtle.

He smiled as he spoke. He gave me the impression of being groomed
especially for this night out. It looked as if his black hair had only been
cut, crew style, earlier today. His skin was so smooth, it must have been
freshly shaven. It looked as if he had just stepped off the plane after
spending weeks in the tropical sunshine. His complexion was tanned, a deep
olive colour. The tone of his skin accentuated the brilliant whiteness of
his teeth as he flashed another grin at one of his friends.

My eyes followed him as he briefly moved away from the group he was
with. It looked to me as if he was ordering another round of drinks. He
made a half hearted attempt to get the attention of the woman behind the
bar, but in an instant spun round and his eyes met mine. I wanted to look
away. I knew it would be all to obvious that I'd spent the last fifteen
minutes checking him out. But it was like my mind was chained to something
and I couldn't pull myself away. This was the moment my pulse started to
climb.

This hunk, his eyes now trained on my own, now gave me one of those smiles
that he'd been treating his friends to ever since I arrived. I could have
melted on the spot. It's amazing how some people can turn you on by doing
the most innocent of things. And this guy was seriously turning me on. My
attention was drawn to his arm hanging loosely by his side as he lent
against the bar with the other. He moved his hand towards his trousers. To
his crotch to be more precise. He gently, yet visibly, clenched his hand
around his package before letting it slip back to his side. Even with this
briefest of glimpses, it looked impressive. He'd just given the age old
sign. I was ready to respond.

Moving swiftly, the guy left the bar and headed towards the back exit. I
made some excuse to my friends and followed in the general direction. The
cool air hit me as I got to the back door.  It was dark outside, my eyes
took sometime to readjust. My head spun with all kinds of thoughts. My cock
stirred inside my pants, telling me to keep going. I looked to my left up
towards the main road. The noise of the traffic was being drowned out by
the continuing drum beat from the club. The lights sped by, people on a
night out, enjoying themselves.

I looked to my right. In the dim light I could see the man I'd been looking
at.  His shirt rippled over his body and his ass moved subtly as he strode
purposefully down the small passage in between the two buildings. As soon
as I saw him, I left the relative safety of the club behind me and followed
him.

In my mind it was like I'd been walking forever. As if I was strangely
magnetised by the denim clad ass of this guy in front of me. The beat of
the drum continued, this time interspersed by the sound of my footsteps
hitting the gritty floor. My cock seemed to throb in time with each of my
steps. My boxer briefs were becoming a tight and uncomfortable prison for
my meaty prick. I could all ready feel the moisture at the top of my dick
as the head rubbed around the outside of my smooth thigh.

Finally my hunk reached the end of the passage way. A solid brick wall
prevented us from going any further. I hesitated for a moment, holding
back, waiting to see what he would do next. He did nothing. He simply
walked up to the wall and stopped. From behind it looked like he could be
another drunk pissing his money up the bricks. I knew differently. I walked
up to him. I think I could hear my footsteps gathering pace as I approached
my prize. At last my hands were within reach of his ass. I grabbed hold of
both cheeks and squeezed.

The guy flinched a little as I made my first contact with him. I was
right. The tightness of the denim really was showing off his cute bubble
but. Firm and taught, probably from lonely nights spent at the local
gym. They were definitely worth it though. I reached around to the front of
him, thrusting my hips forwards and allowing my swollen cock to push ahead
into the guy's ass. He lurched forward so that we were pressed up against
the wall.

My fingers pressed against his jeans. I traced the outline of his massive
hard dick. It must have been at least 8" long. Not too thick, just right. I
groped at his balls. He moaned gently as I played with his low hanging sack
through his jeans.

In an instant, he broke the invisible chain and spun himself around to face
me. He was exactly as I remembered from inside the club. He smiled at
me. More of a grin really. I grabbed hold of his waist and he did the same
to me. I pushed my face straight into his and our lips met for the first
time that night. Our tongues probed inside each other's mouths as I pushed
forward into him before he wrestled my tongue back into my own mouth. I
licked the rough surface of his tongue and then glided around the soft
underside. Flicking, pushing, probing every inch of his mouth.

His lips pressed against mine. Creating a vacuum between us, soon filled by
an exotic mixture of his salvia and mine. All this as we ground our bodies
together. My dick pressed up against his. I swear I could feel him
throbbing though the thick denim of his jeans. I flicked my tongue against
his. Gently stroking it. I opened my eyes and watched this hunk for a
moment.  I didn't even know his name. Not that it mattered. Our actions
were doing all the talking for us.

I felt his hands moved to my waist. He took hold of the buckle of my belt
and clumsily tried to undo it. I lent him a hand, relieved that my prick
would soon be set free from the aching confines of my boxer briefs. I heard
the leather snap back. Reluctantly I pulled my crotch away from his. In
these short few seconds I felt a longing to push myself up against this
guy.  It was like our bodies were drawn to each other like a pair of
magnets. But this magnetism was just about to get interesting.

My loose cotton trousers dropped down to lie around my ankles. The hot
stallion in front of me cupped my balls in his hand and squeezed through
the tight cotton material. White CK boxers. I could feel them now damp with
a combination of my precum and a masculine stickiness that had formed with
my rising anticipation. Occasionally I got the odd faint smell of my own
scent as it drifted up from around my hot crotch. He traced the line of my
rock hard prick with his thumb and forefinger. I moaned gutturally into his
mouth. Gently he nibbled on my lower lip before breaking our passionate
kiss and snapping the pair of us around so that I was the one with my back
to the wall.

At last I got a good look at this guy up close. He looked even better than
he did when I was admiring him from afar in the club just a few moments
before this. He looked as if he was maybe Spanish or Italian, possibly even
a Greek god for all I knew. Very tanned skin. He grinned at me
again. Flashing those rows of pearly white teeth. He had a dimple on his
right cheek. For a moment he looked like a kid just out of school, big wide
eyes taking in this whole new world. The sparkle in his eyes told a
different story. He knew what he was doing. He'd been in this situation
plenty of times before, but it was always nice to keep up that innocent
pretence. It worked for me.

I kissed him once again. Square on the lips. I savoured his taste in my
mouth for a few moments before my senses were overloaded again. He went
straight to my neck. He sucked and licked the skin, making sure he was
going to leave his mark. I didn't care either. All the time he continued
lavishing attention on my cock. Rubbing it up and down, rather slowly and
very deliberately. Teasing out more and more precum which soaked through
the thin cotton and must by now have been smearing effortlessly all over
his hand.

With his free hand he began unbuttoning my shirt. Soon I could feel the
cool night breeze flowing over my naked skin as he parted the two sides and
began to slide both of his hands over my body. I had been working out over
the summer so I was in pretty good shape. The guy squeezed and rolled his
hands all over my chest. Feeling my smooth pecs and playing with my
nipples. He squeezed them between his fingers. They soon responded and
stood up, hard, erect and ready.

It wasn't long before he obliged. His head moved down to my chest. Once
again his hands went back to work on creating more and more tension inside
my underwear. For my part I began to run my fingers through his very short
dark hair. It was fluffy and felt like down against my finger tips. There
wasn't much of it to hold on to though as I felt his lips clamp around one
of my nipples and his tongue assault it. Flicking the sensitive skin over
and over again. I writhed and moaned as volts of pleasurable electricity
jolted from my chest and overloaded my brain.

By the time he moved on to the next one, I was pushing my cock right into
his hand. I needed to get off. I wanted him to empty my balls whatever way
he wanted. But this guy was determined to take his time. He spread his
tongue over my nipple over and over again. Some of his saliva started to
drip down my chest, before he sucked hard on it once again. Then came his
tongue. Pressing down on it. Pushing it back into my chest. My fingers dug
into his head as I held him close against my body. I didn't want these
sensations to end. In the distance I could hear the drum beat, people,
obviously drunk, chatted and sung loudly. None of them mattered.

His tongue traced down from my chest in a line from in between my pecs, to
my navel. This time he was soft and sensual in the way he whirled his
tongue around, gently and lightly. It tickled slightly as he continued his
inevitable journey. After what seemed like forever, the face of this
Mediterranean hunk was level with my crotch. I watched his wide eyes
looking up at me again for a split second. Another smile. That dimple gave
way to a smirk.

He brushed the hairs on my legs, up and down with just his finger
tips. Sitting back on his heels. Just stirring straight at my cotton
covered crotch. I knew that the material was soaking wet. I imagine that he
could probably see straight through them. He was taking it all in. I could
imagine behind where he was now. My balls tightly clenched rested in a big
mound beneath my dick. Pointing straight up. The head of it pouring out
precum into a huge damp patch somewhere around the waist band. Probably
damp enough for him to be able to see the whole lot set against the
background of my jet black pubes in the moonlight.

Just as I contemplated what my body must have looked like to him, he
decided that it was time that the looking ended. Without any warning, he
stopped brushing the hairs on my football player's legs and pressed his
face deep into my crotch. He rested there for a moment.  His mouth was open
and he had my shaft between his lips. I could feel myself throbbing as I
came into contact with his mouth. He seemed to be inhaling the scent of my
crotch. My balls twinged slightly and for a moment I felt as if this was
all it would take me to cum inside my shorts. Instead I yelled out
loudly. If I had been bothered about keeping a low profile so as not to
draw any attention to what we were doing, those thoughts soon went away.

He moved his lips up and down my shaft. I pushed myself forwarded. Trying
to thrust my wet shaft into his mouth. But he was dictating the pace. I
could only wait for him to bring me the relief I craved. I could feel every
single movement he made with his lips on my dick. He pressed his lips
straight against the head of my cock. Tasting my precum as it soaked
through my boxers and smeared over his lips.

It seemed as if this was going on forever. So close to getting the skin on
skin contact I needed, yet still separated by my undies. And it was
starting to really hurt. It was as if he sensed what I was feeling. I
thrust my hips forward again. This time actually crying out.  Something
muffled, probably not even words. Perhaps it was instinct. A guy calling
out to another that he needed some help here. And so the help came. His
hands moved to the waist band of my shorts. I moaned out again as I felt
his fingers go inside the waist band. The tips of them just coming into
contact with my thick bush of pubes. Grasping the sides of my shorts, he
peeled them away from my sticky body.

My shorts went down around my ankles to join my trousers. And there I
was. The scene was nearly completed. I had my back to the wall. My shirt
was unbuttoned all the way down, exposing my chest and my stomach to the
night air. My trousers and boxer shorts were around my ankles. Hairy legs
on view. More importantly a guy squatted down in front of me as my dick was
stiffer than ever before and my balls clenched tightly against my body,
ready to unleash the biggest load of my young life.

He swung his hands around behind me and grabbed hold of my ass. He squeezed
my firm cheeks as his tongue began licking and lashing against my body. He
slithered up the inside of my thighs. First the left, lapping against my
skin, rolling his tongue over a few stray hairs. I could feel his nose
nuzzle against the side of my balls. Shivers went down my back as I felt
him start to probe my ass crack as he moved on to my right thigh.

Gently stroking his fingers up and down my ass, he stopped paying attention
to the inside of my thighs. Quickly I noticed him lean back on his heals a
little way as he looked at the job still in front of him. Something must
have clicked in his mind. Before I knew it my balls were being engulfed by
his willing mouth. My tight sack tried to pull up even further inside
me. It was almost as if I could feel my balls churning with juice as he
expertly lavished his tongue over one of my soft orbs before moving on to
the next.

It was if I could feel every course hair brushing against his lips as he
kept the whole of my ball sac in his mouth. His tongue relentlessly swirled
over and around. All the time his hands kept doing their work behind me. He
began sucking hard on one of my balls as his fingers pressed around the
entrance to my hole. I wanted to squat down on his fingers. I wanted him to
open me up. I needed my chute to be filled up as he began his oral work on
my other ball.

As much as I wanted this guy to stretch me out, that wasn't part of the
game plan. At least not for the moment. He continued to work his fingers
around and around the ring that made up my hole. Then he
stopped. Breathless, I look down at this hunk. His face seemed to shimmer
in the dim light of the moon. In this brief pause, the rush of warm air
running over my body was so refreshing. Yet there was more still to come.

Fascinated, I watched as my hunk took his hands from my ass crack. He
brought them to his face and inhaled deeply. I saw has he let one hand go
to grope the obvious erection, still hidden behind his tight blue jeans. He
took his fingers to his mouth and began to suck my intermit juices from
them. Tasting me. I became painfully aware of what we were doing here. I
went to take hold of my cock and stroked it a couple of times. Trying to
relieve some of the pressure.

I'd been caught though. The guy looked up at me again and smiled, maybe
slightly amused at my predicament. He licked the fingers that he'd just
been using to grope himself with and brushed my hand away from my dick. He
took hold of my swollen prick. Just holding it there in his hands for a few
moments. It was as if he was gauging the power surging beneath my skin.
The bright red head throbbed, wanting to be enclosed by his soft lips. I
wanted to push deep into his warm wet mouth. I wanted to feel the skin of
my shaft glide over his tongue and find its way deep down into his throat.

The guy moved forward once again. He let one of his hands go from my dick
and I could see him start to rub himself once more through his
jeans. Clenching my shaft tightly with his other hand, he moved it closer
to his lips. I could feel the heat coming from his face, hitting the very
tip of my prick. Then contact. He had his mouth closed as he pressed the
head of my cock against his lips. He painted it around and around like he
was applying lipstick or something.

I was being driven wild by the feeling of it. The small sides of my piss
slit opened and closed quickly as he rubbed my cock all over his
mouth. Precum continually leaked out and drizzled down his chin. As he
opened his mouth I allowed myself to slip inside before he clamped his lips
around the head of my shaft.

Groaning with pleasure, I felt as if millions of tiny sparks were running
up and down my body, all coming from the head of my cock. He used his
tongue to play with the tip, drinking my juice straight from the
source. Rubbing his tongue all around the throbbing head of my dick, the
guy took hold of my balls and began to massage them sensually.

The night breeze blew once more over my chest as I took hold of his head
and pushed him further on to my cock. He didn't resist this action and
allowed more and more of my shaft to enter into his mouth. I could feel his
lips stretch wide as my cock slid past. The tip probed his damp opening as
the rest of my cock felt like it was being wrapped up in a brilliantly soft
chasm.

Soon I felt his nose nestled in my thick bush of pubic hair. My hands
clasped his head firmly into my crotch. I ran my fingers through his short
hair and lay back against the wall. My shirt fell open even further
exposing my torso to the night. The air tickled at my hard nipples as I
listened to the sound of this guy, my dick now firmly down his throat as he
inhaled my scent.  His chin scratched gently against my balls as his
fingers continued their sensual massage of the back of my sac and right up
in between my legs. He stroked the line of hairs that led the way to my
crack. Once again he pushed a couple of fingers back there towards my ass
hole.  He probed around the outside of my entrance again for a few
moment. Then with a load grunt, muffled somewhat by having my big fat prick
down his throat, he jabbed his index finger deep into my ass. I cried out
at the unexpected intrusion. Time to play.

I grabbed hold of his short hair and began to withdraw myself from his
mouth. He kept his finger lodged in my hole and I could feel him start to
coax another inside me. With my dick out of his mouth I let it slap him
around the face. A mixture of his salvia and my precum spilled out on to
him. I lapped at my dick as I waved it over his lips, before plunging it
back inside.  His teeth gently grazed over my soft skin as I forced my way
back inside him. He got the message and went to work.

Moving my hands to feel his cheeks, a little stubble becoming obvious, I
felt him start to bob his head up and down on my shaft. His tongue licked
at my piss slit as he pulled his head back and again as he surged forward
on my hot pole. I felt every single inch of my cock easing its way into the
guy's mouth as he went back down on me again. And every single inch again
as he slid it out.

He was becoming rhythmic, over and over again. My precum kept his lips
moist as he continued his slow deliberate thrusts up and down on my dick. I
looked down and watched, hypnotised as my cock disappeared in between those
cherry red lips, only to appear again, getting redder and redder as he
began to increase his pace. I could see him forcefully squeezing his own
cock through his jeans. And I could feel him start to move his fingers in
and out of my ass in time with his actions on my dick.

I needed to help him along so I began to slam my hips back and forth. He
kept his fingers inside me, I impaled myself each time I pulled my cock out
of his mouth. My senses soon became overloaded once more. I didn't know
where to focus. Where was I getting the best sensations. Was it from his
mouth on my cock that had been swollen and hard for at least the last
twenty minutes? Or was it from my ass. His fingers stretching my hole out
wide? I could feel every part of every bit of me. My senses heightened. In
the distance the sound of people became a blur. The breeze seemed to pick
up pace and jolted across my nipples every few seconds.

Pumping myself faster and faster into him. I started to loose control of
the situation. My cock sped past his lips with tremendous speed. All the
time his fingers continued working deeper and deeper inside me. I could
feel my ass being stretched wider than ever before. I'd never managed to
finger fuck myself with such force before. Yet this guy was managing it as
the same time as having me pound his mouth with my hard prick. His tongue
could no longer keep up as more and more of my precum spilled out and into
his mouth. I could see it drip down onto the ground beneath us.

I flicked my head back and shut my eyes tight as I felt that age old
indicator rising in my balls.  I was getting close. I was moaning and
shouting out that I was about to cum. He kept going.  Actively pulled me
towards his mouth my pushing one, two, three fingers deep into my hole. I
gave out an animalistic scream as I rammed his head down onto my cock.

My balls twitched and contorted against his skin, pumping load after load
of thick, creamy cum out and into his mouth. He took his fingers from my
ass. Though he grasped onto my ass cheeks. Probably to support himself, but
also to stop me from moving away from him. My dick was amazingly sensitive
as I continued to shoot my load into his mouth. I felt him lap up every
last drop with his tongue. His throat gulped down more and more of my
cum. I jerked at every swallowing action he made. More of his mouth rubbing
against my all ready softening dick.

I took hold of his head in my hands. He remained close up against my
crotch. I could feel myself almost completely soft in his mouth. Although I
didn't want to, my prick was so sensitive by now that I had no choice but
to pull myself out of him. He dropped his hands down my legs and stroked my
hairy calves for a few moments. I lifted his chin up and smiled at
him. With my eyes I tried to draw him up towards me.

He obliged and got to his feet. This time he wrapped his arms around my
head and drew our faces together. Our lips met again. This time much
slower. We pressed our bodies up against each other as our tongues
exchanged juices. Over and over again I could taste my cum. On his tongue
as they flicked against each other and in his mouth as I swirled around
him, eating every bit of him out.

As the air filled with the sound of our mouths gently lapping against each
other, and the scent of sex hung heavy, I reached between us and went for
his belt. Quickly I undid the buckle and pulled the metal buttons
apart. Pushing the denim down from his hips I reached a hand to the front
of his shorts. They were soaked.

I reached my hand in and took hold of his dick. Still impressive even
though it was soft. His cum covered all of his crotch. The sticky cream
coated his limp dick and his hairy balls. I pushed his short down the rest
of the way to his ankles. Instinctively he kicked off his jeans and his
soaking boxer shorts.  The pair of us sank down the wall to the floor. He
rested gently on my thigh. Naked from the waist down. Both of our crotches
covered in cum. The night air continued to blow around and in between us.


jakoffwithme@yahoo.co.uk
ICQ: 45862060

Number 30 is done then. It was supposed to be a short story, but it turned
into something of an epic. One of those ones that was as much fun to write
as hopefully it was to read. It's taken a bit of time though -- I had to
keep stopping every so often. I'll leave the reason to your imaginations!
If you liked it, let me know. Either ICQ or plain old email is good for
me. If you haven't had the URL of my site also, please let me know and I'll
pass it on to you. - Jak