From: man2man@netcom.com
Subject: Sex-Bar  (mm)
Organization: NETCOM On-line Communication Services (408 261-4700 guest)
Date: Sat, 13 May 1995 16:52:08 GMT

     YOUR FIRST NIGHT AT A SEX BAR
-- an adventure from the over-sexed mind of Voyeurger 1576


"If you really want some wild sex, try the alley between 5th and 6th
street," I tell you. Your mind instantly conjures up images of
unrestrained fucking in a dirt- and rat-infested path, towered-over with
cold brick walls and a filthy stream of sewage flowing down the middle of
the alley. The moans for passion echo between the walls of the alley, and
then between the ears of your mind as I bring you back to earth. "No, I
don't mean that!", I say in tone of voice that somehow makes it seem as
though your thoughts were easily viewed and reviewed by my mind. Bemused
that what I suggested does not fit what you think I suggested, you ask
with confusion, "Well, what do you mean?" 

"There's this alley between 5th and 6th street. When
you walk down that alley, there will be this metal door under a
fire escape. It's the only metal door in that alley. Knock on it
four times. A shutter will open. Mention my name. It's a
bar--you'll need thirty dollars for a cover charge, and the
first drink is free. When you're ready, head upstairs. Go past
the first door, and make sure you close it. It'll be dark, but
about ten feet ahead, there'll be another door. Open it
carefully and walk in. The rest will take care of itself." You
picture this in your mind as I described it. But, after the
second door, then what? A hall of doors with a variety of nude
musclemen waiting to service you? A leather gallery with a guy
tied up waiting to bend to your will? Or me, with henchmen,
waiting for you walk in unsuspectingly, so they grab you, strip
you down, tie you up, and blindfold you so that you can't see
what plans I have in store?

Your sex-starved mind starts to play with the ideas
with the same depth as your fingers play with the pool of cum on
your torso. You've just cum about a few minutes ago as a result
of our hot chat, and begun to soften before I made my
suggestion. Your cock easily hardens again at these revelations.
You finger your cum, taste a drop or two, allowing you mind to
wander in fantasy, waiting for me to catch my breath. Your mind
reels in surprise when my voice returns over the receiver like a
friendly slap across your face. "Hey, snap out of it, you
horndog! Oh, and don't arrive before 11:30 at night because it
doesn't open until then."

We exchange parting good-nights and hang up. You lie
there, still fingering your cum, thinking about what you'd find
when you go. Your cock no longer soft, you try to ignore it as
you realize it's late, and you've got to get some sleep before
you get up in the morning. Your fantasies follow you into sleep,
making you contend with the aftermath of a wet dream in the
morning.

You allow a few nights to pass, holding out on your
regularly stiff cock and aching balls, hoping the sex-starvation
will really make you get off on that night you do go. Maybe
it'll be hot enough to make you pass out. You rub your crotch to
juice your balls a little at the thought, but refrain again from
taking care of it.

You walk down the dark alley, looking with effort for
a metal door. There is a cool chill in the air, and as a soft
breeze swoops in from above, your anticipation makes you feel
much colder than it really is. The streetlights fail to flood
much farther than about fifteen feet from either end of the
alley, so your only reference to fire escapes were the momentary
dark metal skeletons that you saw from the street. As you step
with impatient caution toward where the fire escapes should now
be, you look toward either wall for some sign of a door. Not
seeing in your glances, you now stare for a short while at
either wall a few times before finally seeing a black on black
silhouette of a small square at head-height in the middle of a
larger rectangle resembling a door.

You step forward with caution, finding that there are
no steps leading up to the door. You raise your hand up in
preparation to give a hardy knock. Taking a deep breath to
embolden you for what lies ahead, you realize that the alley
really doesn't stink as much as you originally imagined. Your
fist falls in four steady rappings on the door. It gives off a
solid metal "clink"--not at all like some hollow aluminum thing.
The unseen tiny window slides open with a solid metal-on-metal
sound. A gruff monotone greets you.

"Yes?" Without having to think about it too much, you
gather enough courage to say I sent you without allowing your
vocal pitch to change too much. With equal efficiency, the
little window closes solidly shut again without you actually
seeing it. You hear the muffled sound of a bolt being slid back
from behind the thick metal door. You take another deep breath
as the door opens into this mysterious hole in the wall.

The acrid smell of a dozen smoked cigarette brands
rush to greet you. You stifle a cough from this assault as your
eyes readjust to this new form of darkness. With certainty, your
glances reveal the single low-wattage bulb lighting the stairs
leading up to a single door at the top. To the left at the foot
of the stairs is a bar with it's one bartender watching from a
small color TV on the counter. The row of dim light bulbs lining
the top of the shelves at the bar just make out the fact that
there are three other people having their drinks at the bar,
leaving six other stools to your choosing. There is one small
round table in front of the bar and two others on the right side
of the smoky room, each topped with a stark, cheap cafe-type
lantern. Each table has four chairs; each chair of each table is
empty except for the one at the far-right corner table.

You realize that the people you were able to make out
are now giving you non-committal stares. Their looks turn away
just as a startling, albeit familiar gruff voice calls from
behind. "Cover charge." The request sounded more like a
forcibly-whispered demand. You turn to meet the face and figure
of what you must imagine most people would refer to as Guido:
large stocky build, square-jawed, a face only a drugged-out
mother would give. His large fat hand before you, you quickly
reach into your pocket and pull out a barely visible thirty
dollars. Guido's experience easily sees that it is thirty. His
puts the money into an unseen container behind him, closes the
door and bolts it securely.

The tension relaxes in the small bar room. A
conversation starts (continues?) between two guys at the bar.
You approach, realizing that now would be a good time for a
drink. Your cock, hard up until you knocked on the door, has now
softened, and you feel a moisture of precum sticking your
pisshole to your briefs. The bartender looks up as you reach a
barstool. His smile forces his burly mustache to rise up on his
cheeks. "What'll you have?", he queries, clunking a short, stout
glass on the counter. Hell, free first drink as you recall.
"Brandy." The bartender reaches below and pulls out a bottle
resembling a Courvoisier container. He uncorks it and pours its
contents into the glass. You take it up and take a hurried sip.
The spirited liquid runs down smoothly, quickly warming your
gullet. You are about to thank the bartender for the drink when
he answers ahead of you, "Your welcome. First timers like
yourself always get unnerved by our bouncer and all. That's why
the first drinks are free--whatever you want to calm you down
faster." His Texas drawl glides in warm and friendly. "Name's
Bill. You don't have to tell me yours unless you want to. If you
need a drink, just holler. Anything more, it's upstairs." he
says, as his head nods up toward the door. You glance in his
direction and look back. "Thanks, again." you acknowledge. Bill
nods with a smile and returns to the program on the tube.

You take a moment, while finishing your drink, to see
if there's anything you might have missed. Nope; same dark room,
same immense dark silhouette of Guido. The guy sitting two
stools away from you looks to be in his late-fifties, with
graying temples and a weight problem. The two other guys are not
clearly visible to you, as you face the back of the one closest
to you, and he in turn blocks your view the person he's talking
to. And as for the guy in the for corner--he's still a shadow.

You finish your drink. You contemplate the timing, and
as your cock starts to rise again at your slightest thought of
sex, you get off the stool and walk to the foot of the stairs.
You go up the stairs carefully, making sure you don't miss any
dimly-revealed steps. You reach the top flat and stand in front
of the door. You take another deep breath, realizing that the
smell of cigarette smoke has thinned up here. You reach for the
knob, take hold, turn it and push the door in slowly. As
described, a totally dark hallway. Following instructions, you
close the door behind you. The last thing you hear is the sound
of four knocks on a metal door below.

Your eyes try to adjust, but there is no light to
adjust to. Your hands reach out to get some bearing and you find
that the hallway is a narrow four feet wide. Running your hands
along either wall, you guide yourself forward. The hardwood
floor gives your footfalls an unusually heavy sound, the only
noise except for the your breathing which seems louder. As you
pace slowly down the hall, you begin to hear the muffled sounds
of men in passion and lust. Your pace quickens a little toward
the beacon-like sound. Your arms swept forward, your hands
eventually run to the end of the hall, the other door being not
much more than two feet ahead of you. The sounds of groaning
come from ahead, like someone watching a raunchy video at a good
volume level with a thick closed door to muffle the sound. You
extend your arms forward, touching the door, searching for the
knob. When you find it, you turn it, and push the door open.

Heat and humidity rush from the room, making you feel
like stepping from a hotel in Miami into the afternoon heat. All
around you, you hear the sounds of sex. People moaning,
grunting, groaning, furniture squeaking, and skin slapping upon
another. As you try to move forward, you realize there's barely
standing room at all. Pitch dark, it's impossible to tell how
big this room is or how many people are in here. The only
certainty is that it's crowded.

You start trying to move forward. You eventually let
go of the door knob and you think you hear the door close. The
heat and moisture being sustained by everyone here is making
your clothes stick to your body uncomfortably. The crush of
people around you can only rival a panic at an airport. You feel
as though you're walking, although it doesn't seem like you're
moving at all. Your rod stands at full attention from the
over-whelming sensation of the heat, the smell, the noise, and
the fact that there are naked bodies pressed against you.

Suddenly, you feel a hand wrap around your thigh. A
voice in the dark speaks out, "We have a clothed one here!"
Immediately, hands reach in your direction. They grope at your
arms, your torso, your back, and your thighs. Lots of hands
rubbing your crotch and ass. In the distance, you hear a twosome
cumming. Their moans turn to animal grunts. "Yeah! Fuck, yeah!"
you hear as his partner rises to unrestrained yells of furious
passion as you realize he too is cumming. He yells out a few
more times before the drone of everyone else make them disappear
again into the void.

Your shirt has been removed by the deft hands that
have massaged you. Other hands are now working on your shoes and
pants, while the previous hands work over your chest and back.
You feel like going limp and falling, feeling that the number
people around you will keep you standing anyway. You feel your
right shoe being taken off. Someone plants a kiss on your right
cheek as you feel another person licking your neck from the
left. Someone starts working your tits with their unseen hands.
Your pants are unbuckled and hands start to reach into your
underwear. It wasn't until then that you realize how much precum
you've spewed out since entering this room.

Your left shoe is removed, as are your socks. You find
yourself standing on a smooth flat floor. You are being kissed,
licked, and felt up by conceivably every person in the room. You
finally regain some sense of attitude and you start to grope and
kiss others. Your pants and underwear finally removed by helpful
hands, you now feel free to roam about. Your hand doesn't need
to reach far to find a body. As you find a rigid cock by your
hand, to grab it lustily and start to pump it. The man attached
to it moans audibly enough to be heard over everyone. You feel a
head on your chest as another person sucks and licks your tits.
>From a distance behind you, you hear another soul cumming. His
uninhibited yelps makes the drone of the crowd around him
loader. From the sound, you can only imagine he must be shooting
quarts. From a completely different direction, someone else
shoots their wad, which promptly lands with a solid splat below
your left shoulder blade. A person below you parts the globes of
your ass, and you feel his hot tongue rimming your hole.

"Fuck, yeah! Fuck, Yeah! Stroke me faster, man. Yeah,
faster! Dude, I'm gonna cum!" You turn your attention to the
hurried and strained voice of the guy you've got your hands on.
Through the tongues lapping your body, the teeth working on your
right nipple, and the guy rimming your ass, you concentrate long
enough to move your hand on his dick faster. You hear him suck
in some air. His body quakes, and you feel his prick twitch
violently. He lets out a stifled cry of passion and lust as he
shoots his wad. Three long shots land squarely on your abdomen.
He breathes heavily as you try to work out the last drops of his
semen. You feel a small drizzle run from his cockhead down over
your fingers, as well as the shots running down your abdomen to
your crotch. He grabs ahead of your hand to release his cock,
and he leans forward to give you a long kiss. You nearly fall
backward by the urgency of his kiss when you feel another hand
running up along your back. It comes in contact with the wad
from the guy before. The hand disappears to be replaced by a
lapping tongue, cleaning off the mess on your back. The guy you
helped jerk off finally pulls away and seems to disappear,
becoming one with the crowd. At his disappearance, someone's
lips wrap around your cock. You leap in shock at the unforeseen
encounter, letting out a cry of surprise. He grabs ahold of your
ass, pulling you forward to deep-throat you, pulling your
asscheeks wide apart in a seemingly orchestrated attempt as
another starts rimming your ass. You grind your hips back and
forth, moving with the motion set up by the two below you. A
hand touches your face and turns your head toward someone to be
kissed.

During the wet kissing, the two below you stop.
Suddenly, you feel many hands about your about body, more so
than when this whole adventure began. Pulling you away from your
kissing partner, the hands lift you up and carry you in a
direction unknown. You panic, not knowing what would happen
next, not being able to seeing what's going on; the sound of the
room constantly making you incapable of thinking anything else
but sex. Off in the distance, you hear another happy couple
cumming, the crowd in that area growing loud to join it. You
feel yourself hoisted by these hands and placed down gently on
some short, leather clad bench. You slide a bit on the bench
against the sweat and cum of previous users. Your own sweat
makes for a good lube for many hands to massage your body, pinch
your nipples, knead your thighs, and stroke your cock.

Someone pulls on your shoulders so that you slide to
the head of the bench. Your body pulled to where your head no
longer has a place to rest on, your neck cranes your head
backward over the edge of the bench. If you could only see,
everything would be weirdly upside-down now. With abruptness,
you feel a fat cock slap on your right cheek. It disappears for
a moment to slap on your left cheek. All the while, hands
continue to massage and stroke over every exposed inch of your
body. The cock before your face finally steadies in front of
your waiting mouth. It pushes past your lips into your hot
mouth. The prick is fat and juicy, long enough that it hits the
back of your throat and your nose hasn't reached his balls yet.
You can taste that he's cum before.

As he slowly pumps your face, the hands working on
your legs stop. You feel your legs rise, and the heat from
another body lets you know what's coming next. You feel a thick
slap of Crisco-like lube on your asshole. You feel a couple of
hands working the lube into your ass before a thick cockhead
tries to invade your hole. You relax as much as you can as it
starts to push its way in.

Then feel the heat of another body to the right of
your face. The pumping cock stops and stays hard and twitching
in your mouth. You hear some kissing above you, some exchanged
words you can't make out, and the guy pulls out of your mouth.
Losing this, your thoughts try to ignore the full body massage
of a number of unseen masseurs, and turn to the guy working your
ass. His rhythm is slow and even, his cock filling you fully. He
has mastered the ability to push the tip of his cock up against
the prostate with each stroke, and you know your precum is
dribbling that much faster.

While savoring the motion of that fat cock up your ass
and the hands smoothing your body, you feel a familiar cock
return to your face. You open your mouth to allow it in, but
find that two cocks want to invade a space meant for one. Your
mouth is made as wide as you can muster as two fat cockheads
push through. You hear a shared moan from above you as the guys
start getting off on you taking both of them in. Your mouth
full, you try to relax more to allow their pumping dicks to
slide in and out of your mouth.

The slick of your saliva allows the two to push in a
little farther each time. With each push they give, the guy in
your ass also pushes in with the same timing. At regular
intervals, you're filled and released, filled and release,
filled and released in time to your breathing. Finally, one of
the many hands massaging your cock takes the initiative to put
full attention to it. He starts to stroke with a tightened grip.
Your body tenses at the new sensation, your mind wanting to see
how much more you can take, but your balls signal that you may
not be able to take much more.

A sign from others around you show that you're not the
only one close to cumming. The two in your mouth now pump with a
less controlled jerking motion. You can hear them breathing more
vocally above you. The guy in your ass is beginning to pump
harder, his low hanging balls slapping with such ferocity that
you can picture a warm red spot forming on your lower back where
your tailbone is getting a lashing. Your breathing, now faster,
no longer keeps time with the much faster action about you.

A mouth finally engulfs your cock, making your back
arch up in response to the surprise attack. You cry out in a
lustful moan, but you're muffled by the fast pumping in your
mouth. The violent pace of each of the three: two cocks in your
mouth, one up your ass, and one sucking your cock and pulling
your balls, and your own squirming and bucking make you fear
that you may fall off the bench. The familiar sensation of no
return starts to pound in your mind and in your balls. You can
feel it running its course, your cock rigid and twitching
violently in the mouth of your benefactor, your cum impatient as
you try to hold as long as you can. The noise of the others
around you agreeing with the muffled cries emanating from your
stuffed mouth.

You feel a mouth on your left nipple. A lick, a suck,
and a gentle bite sets it off. Your body pulls taut your
muscles; you become rigid as your mind orgasms in pleasure and
your balls finally let loose its spunk. Your first shot fires
hard and long into the mouth of your cock sucker. He apparently
wasn't ready because he pulls his face off you, coughing and
choking as his throat rejects your semen going down the wrong
way. Your second shot fires into the dark. The strength of the
shot confirmed by one above you: "Yeah, man! Your load hit face!
Mmmmm." He pulls out and starts to shoot. Your third shot lands
squarely on your chest, shared with the first shot from the guy
who pulled out of your mouth. You hear a cry from the second guy
in your mouth as he starts to fire away down your throat. You
try desperately to swallow. Your fourth shot lands lower on your
abdomen, shared again by the guy with his cock above your face.
The guy in your ass pulls out. You feel his fat, moist cock laid
on top of yours. The hands about you start removing themselves
as the unknown masseurs attend their own dicks. The semen from
the guy in your mouth start to escape the confines of your tight
lips as his load starts to overrun your capacity to swallow. On
your fifth and last shot, you feel a hand grip your cock and the
cock of the guy who was in your ass and start to pump. The guy
above your face regains his breathing and starts doing so in
large lungfuls. He shoots another, landing on your chest. He's
joined by his partner, shooting his third wad down your full
throat. You fear choking, but you don't. You hear a quick loud
yelp from the ass-guy as he finally starts to fire. His first
shot squarely hits you on your chin.

Your feel like losing consciousness. Doing so makes
you choke on the cum you haven't yet swallowed. The guy in your
mouth pulls out. Your coughing spews out the last of his cum. In
exhaustion, you start losing details of your surroundings. The
only thing for sure is that cum shots seem to be coming from
everywhere; your unseen masseurs finally letting loose their
loads. Without any visibility, the shots do not land in
particular spot, but they mostly collect on your torso. The
sound of countless studs unloading themselves on you makes your
mind reel. The fresh loads of semen warm your torso more than
the hot room ever did.

Finally, it finishes. The noise dies down around you,
the familiar drone of others in the room return, making you note
how much quieter it now seems. Hands return momentarily to rub
the communal pool of cum over your body. Some find your face to
give you loving parting kisses. Hands stroke up and down your
body, every once in a while giving your spent cock a soft tug
and squeeze. Some hands reach out and help you off the bench.
You feel the remaining cum on your body slowly run down your
body. You join those around you in shared hugs, and kisses fall
to whatever part of any body happens to be within lip's reach.

Slowly, they move away from you. Eventually, you find
yourself as you were before: standing in a standing room only
crowd of horny anonymity, a hand here, a leg there, a thumb
running once up the crack of you spent ass. In some direction
ahead of you, you hear, "We've got a clothed on here!" The crowd
seems to gravitate in that direction. Thoroughly exhausted, you
reach back to the bench to regain some modicum of composure. As
you try to figure out where to find your clothes, arms reach
around from behind. One hand plays with your nipple as the other
hand runs down to your cock. He's chewing on your earlobe. Your
cock starts to rise again....