Date: Fri, 18 Aug 2006 16:32:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jerry Prime <mad_popo@yahoo.com>
Subject: I Gave Him the Shirt Off My Back

The music was loud and the room was hot. Sweaty bodies were dancing and
grinding all along the floor. My body was one of them.
	My friend and I went to a dance club in downtown Philadelphia. Yes,
it was a gay club and it was the first time I have ever been to one. It
wasn't something planned but it was something I have wanted to do for a
long time. Finally my friend calls me up, tells me to put on the hottest
thing I own and be ready to go for a wild and crazy night.
	That brings us to here and now. I am 18 years old and its an under
21 night at the gay club in Philly. I am wearing jeans and a tight black
wife beater. I look hot. I have short spiky brown hair and near close to a
six-pack. I am not the greatest dancer in the world but I know how to move
my hips.
	My friend left me to go get a drink. He is over 21 and can drink.
So he is. But that is OK cause now I am by myself on the dance floor
surrounded by at least a hundred other hot guys.
	The music continues blaring and I am doing my thing. Than I see
him. He is older, maybe 25. He is tall, muscular, and has blonde hair. We
make eye contact but I avert my eyes. When I look back he is laughing. I do
a little nervous laugh and than look away. I blew that one. I continue
dancing and have a good time. Some guy comes up to me and starts dancing
with me but I'm not interested. I turn away. When I turn away I see him
again. This time he has his shirt off and tucked into his back pocket. God
he's hot. He looks over at me and smiles. I smile back and than look
away. I get nervous really easy.
	I look around and notice that a lot of guys have their shirts
off. I wonder if I should take mine off but everyone that has their shirt
off has a six pack or more. I better not. I get real self-conscious.
	Suddenly I feel someone grind up against me from behind. At first I
think it is someone dancing too close but I look in a mirror across the
room and see that it is him. He is grinding up against my ass and I feel
his arms wrap around to my front stroking my stomach. I lean back into him
to let know I am interested. He slides his hands up and under my shirt
feeling my bare stomach with his hands. It tickles at first but than feels
real good. He continues up my stomach and to my chest, brushing against my
nipples. They harden from the sensation. My shirt had followed along with
his hands and is now exposing my body to the rest of the club. People are
looking and they look interested. As he rubs my body down he is still
grinding up against my ass. I can feel him getting hard. I can now feel his
hard cock rubbing against me. This in turn makes me hard. He knows this and
brings one of his hands down to feel it. First he just brushes slightly.
Than he leaves his hand there and gives a little squeeze. He doesn't stay
there too long, just long enough to show that he knows what he is doing to
me. He brings his hand back up to my chest. With both hands he pulls the
front of my shirt over my head so that my body is exposed but my shirt is
still on my shoulders. This gives him easier access. And leaves me
uncovered.
	As his hands are roaming my torso I feel his mouth on my neck. His
lips touch ever so lightly, enough to make my body shiver. His breathing is
heavy and I can feel the hot air contact my skin. My breath starts to
quicken. As I look around I can see people watching us as they dance. I
feel self conscious and excited at the same time.
	I feel his one hand pull away from my chest as he brings my face to
his. We meet in an awkward but sensual kiss. His other hand is still
roaming over my torso. He brings the hand he just used and slides it down
my body to the waistband of my jeans. They rest right at the top of my
boxer briefs as if to ask me if this is all right. When I do not stop him
his hand continues down over my underwear to where my cock has formed a big
bulge covered by the fabric. He just leaves his hand there lying on top of
the swelling in my pants.
	I try to turn around so I can feel some of his hot flesh for
myself, but he has a strong grip on me and refuses to let me turn. As his
one hand tweaks my left nipple his other hand grabs my cock giving me an
unbelievable sensation all through my body. I break away from the kiss to
see that people are still looking at us with both lust and envy in their
eyes.
	All this time I can still feel his hard cock against my ass,
grinding against me. His breathing is getting harder. I feel his hand pull
the waistband of my underwear down and tucks it under my balls. I can feel
the denim of my jeans against my cock. The chafing both hurts and turns me
on. He takes his hand and starts to jerk me off in me jeans. He grabs my
balls and gives them a little tug. He then returns to jacking me off. My
breathing quickens to a rapid pace. I can see everyone watching us. I can
see them getting turned on. I can even see them start to work discretely on
their own hard-ons.
	He jerks me even harder and faster and I know I am not going to
last long. His other hand is playing with my nipple and his mouth is on my
neck. There are too many sensations going on for me to take. I soon let
loose my cum into his hand. He catches it all. I collapse into his arm.
	He takes his hand out of my pants and I turn around. I take off my
shirt completely and give it to him to wipe his hand off in. He does so. As
he does, I put my hand down his pants while he can't stop me. I did not
stop at his underwear but plunged right past it. I finally got the full
scale of what was grinding up against me. It was huge. I begin jerking him
off the same way he did me. I had one hand on his chest and the other in
his pants. His head cocked back and his eyes closed he begins to moan. I
know he is close by the way he breathes. Than I feel it. His body shudders
and cum is all over my hand. He smiles and pulls his shirt out of his
pocket. He hands it to me and I wipe my hand off. He takes my shirt and
puts it in his back pocket. I take his and do the same. He gives me one
last kiss and than walks away.
	Just as he was leaving my friend walks over. He asks if I was ready
to go. We head out the door and he wonders where my shirt is. I told him I
lost it.

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