In Da Club

Display Name: Ben
Age: 21
Height: 5’7
Body Type: Athletic

Even though he didn’t play any sports, it seemed like the best choice. He considered himself muscular. He wasn’t a big kid, but his muscles were definitely well defined. Plus he could bench press his body weight…that had to be good for something.

Hair Color: Brown
Hair Length: Short
Facial Hair: None
Body Hair: Little
Eye color: Green
Race: Caucasian
Glasses or Contacts: None
Dress: Preppie

Preppie? Gangsta? Casual? All of the above wasn’t an option. He figured he dressed mostly preppie, with a touch of gangsta-ness. 

Body Decorations: Earrings
Endowment (length): Average
Endowment (width): Average 
Circumcised: Yes 

Submit?

Ben moved the cursor over the submit button. Then back to the side of the screen. He sat there for a few seconds, then closed the window. That was the third time he had filled out that form, but he just couldn’t bring himself to go through with joining an online hook-up site. He wanted to meet people in person, talk to them first, play the meeting game…easier said than done.

Ben was gay, but very much in the closet. Actually, he had a dislike for flamboyant gays to the point where if they were even “out,” he didn’t want much to do with them. This made dating and hook-ups far from easy. One thing Ben definitely did not have was “gaydar.” He worked with some hot guys, but he didn’t have any reason to believe they weren’t 100% straight. Plus that would hit too close to home. 

He had a few hook-ups when he was at college for his associate’s degree, but the other guys were always nervous, or awkward, so it wasn’t much fun. 

Ben looked at the clock: 10:00pm. It was time to get moving. Ben shut down his computer and stripped to his boxers. His stomach rounded out just slightly, possibly caused by a few too many beers. His pecks came out about the same amount, noticeably large for a kid his size. He dropped his hand down and brushed over his crotch. He hadn’t jerked in a day or two. He had been so tied up with work he hadn’t thought about it much.

Ben threw on a nice pair of blue jean shorts, which came down a few inches past his knees. Then he pulled on a tight wife beater, which fit his upper body like a glove. He grabbed his bling off of his dresser, a simple gold chain, and put it around his neck. Ben opened up his closet and looked through his shirts. He pulled out a pale yellow button down shirt with a blue crisscross pattern and put it on. He never buttoned his shirt; he liked to show off his chest.

* * *

The music was booming as Ben walked into the club. As one of the biggest dance clubs in the city, one could always count on hundreds of hot young adults getting their drink on. Ben walked over to the side of the dance floor, right next to one of the bars and glanced over the crowd. 

“Wow,” Ben thought to himself. On the side of the dance floor stood a girl dancing, wearing a red and white striped top. Even gay, Ben could tell she was a hottie.

“Is she crazy-insane hot or what?”

Ben turned and looked to his side. Standing next to him was one of the most attractive dudes he had ever laid eyes on. He was wearing blue jeans, a white button-down shirt, with blue vertical strips, and a blue hat with a rim that sagged down, casting a shadow on his face. His face was chiseled with small features and one of the cutest smiles ever. His thin lips curved up as he gave Ben a nod.

“I’m Tim, what’s your name?”

“Ben,” Ben said immediately. 

“I’d like to tap that,” Tim said, looking back at the girl.

“Yeah,” Ben quickly agreed, “I’d love to bust in her ass.”

“Ha,” Tim smirked, as he turned back to Ben with a huge grin. 

Tim was about to say something when a kid from the other end of the bar yelled, “Tim, come on!”

“Hey, I have to go,” Tim explained, “Time to look for some hoes. Nice meeting you.” Ben gave a head nod and with that, Tim was gone. Ben watched his perfect ass, as Tim joined his group of friends.

* * *

Now, Ben was on the upper floor of the club. Behind the dance floor and the DJ booth, there was an area complete with leather couches and pool tables and small drink tables lining the walls. Ben was content to stare at Tim from a dozen or so feet away. 

Then it happened. A new song being mixed in blared out; it was one of the newest club songs. A fairly built guy, wearing all black, was talking to a few of his friends when the song came on. As soon as the music began, he drunkenly flared out his arms in excitement. Smacking Tim right in the face with such force, his blue hat flew off onto the floor. 

Ben was stunned. Was Tim hurt? He quickly got his answer when the guy in black went to turn around to see what he had hit, only to get nailed in the face by Tim’s fist. The guy in black flew back hitting into another drunken group and just like that, about five or six guys were throwing punches.

The music boomed throughout the club, “I heard that you were talking shit, and you didn’t think that I would hear it…” Over the music came the DJ, “Security to behind the DJ booth.” 

Ben took a step back as other people started moving towards the conflict. From that moment on things moved quickly. Ben jerked his head to the side…he was blinded – for a few seconds, as a spotlight from the DJ booth blasted down on the fight. By the time he regained his vision, the fight had escalated into a full blown brawl with at least ten guys involved.

“So that’s right dude, meet me at the bleachers…” “Security to behind the DJ booth.” By now, every club employee was rushing towards the upper floor. Four bouncers swarmed in, followed by some of the male bartenders, wearing their Hawaiian shirts and all. The guy in black emerged from the crowd, escorted by two bouncers. One had him in a headlock and was talking furiously to him. The guy in black seemed like he was straining to hear him, or maybe he just looked like that because of the headlock. Next, a bouncer came out with Tim, pulling him by the arm, and talking into Tim’s left ear. Tim looked irritated, but unharmed. 

A few more bouncers rushed over to aid the bartenders who were still trying to get the crowd under control, as a few more people were escorted out. It was almost 2am, closing time for the club, but it was clear that the fight had made an impact as the DJ stopped the song mid-way through. 

“I should probably get out of here,” Ben thought, as he moved towards the dance floor to avoid the bouncers.

Ben got outside just in time to see the guy in black, handcuffed, being put in the back of a police car. There were at least six police officers at the club’s entrance. As Ben approached, he could hear Tim arguing with one of the officers, who already had his handcuffs out. 

“I don’t care if you started it or not,” the officer was saying, “you’re heavily intoxicated and I can’t let you go in this condition.”

“Hey,” Ben moved in without missing a beat, “Sorry about my friend officer, I shouldn’t have left him alone in there.” Both Tim and the officer turned to Ben.

“Do you know this kid?” The officer asked Tim.

“Umm, yeah,” Tim said.

The officer turned to Ben, “And you’re willing to take responsibility for his safety?”

“Definitely,” Ben said, almost too eager.

“Get out of here before I change my mind,” the officer said.

“Fuck that was close,” Tim said, as he and Ben hurried to the parking lot, “Thanks for saving my ass.”

“No problem,” Ben said, “but you do seem a little drunk, how about if I give you a ride home. The cops will be watching the exits.”

Tim hesitated, “What about my car?”

“I’ll drive you back here tomorrow,” Ben offered.

“I guess that’s cool,” Tim said, obviously confused by Ben’s kindness.

The ride to Tim’s apartment was a quiet one. Tim was drifting in and out of a drunken sleep. 

Tim woke up as soon as Ben opened his door and the cool night air swept in. He seemed wide awake as they walked down the hallway to his apartment. 

“You should just stay here for the night,” Tim suggested. 

“That’s cool,” Ben accepted as he followed Tim through his door. To the left, was a little kitchen and dining room area and to the right was the living room. A sofa sat against the wall facing a huge entertainment system. The floor was wide open, no coffee table or anything. By glancing down the hall, Ben could see a bathroom off to one side and what must be the bedroom off to the other side. 

“Hey,” Tim said, bringing back Ben’s attention. Ben looked over and saw Tim with a drink in each hand. Tim gave one to Ben; Ben nodded with a smile and took a sip.

“Ew,” Ben made a disgusted face, “what is this?”

“Rum and coke,” Tim said casually, gulping it down and walking towards his entertainment system. Ben looked down at his drink and took another sip.

“I think you forgot the coke,” Ben said in disbelief, as Tim drank it like water.

“Hahaha,” Tim giggled, clearly still wasted, “I like me drinks strong!”

Ben held himself back from laughing as Tim flexed. Even though he was trying to play it cool, watching Tim’s large biceps and cute smile was causing Ben’s snake to twitch.

“You dance?” Tim asked, fumbling with his CD player.

“Ah, yeah,” Ben said, trying to get his mind back to clean thoughts.

The bass started blaring from Tim’s system. Tim and Ben were both facing the kitchen, with Tim a few feet behind Ben. Tim didn’t waste anytime working his body.

“Boom – ba-boom boom, Boom – ba-boom boom…” Tim was perfect when it came to moving with the beat, he was a born dancer. Ben glanced behind him every so often to imitate Tim’s moves. 

“I take you to the candy shop, I let you lick the lollypop…” Tim slowly worked his body closer to Ben’s. Tim moved up behind Ben and wrapped an arm around Ben’s chest. 

“You gonna back that thing up, or should I push up on it…” Ben let Tim’s strong hand grab at his pecks; he wanted to rip off Tim’s clothes.

“I got the magic stick, I’m the love doctor…” Ben felt Tim’s crotch against his ass.

“After you work up a sweat, you can play with the stick…” Tim and Ben grinded into each other, both just going with the music.

“I take you to the candy shop…” Ben could feel Tim’s hard-on against his ass.

“I let you lick the lollypop, keep going until you hit the spot…” Tim moved his hand down from Ben’s shirt and groped at his crotch. Ben let out a small moan, as Tim’s hand grabbed his hard tent. Ben flipped himself around, and he and Tim started kissing and grinding.

“Climb on top, ride it like you’re in a rodeo…” Ben pushed Tim down on the sofa, as they both worked to rip off each others’ clothes.

“Pulling on my zipper, it’s like a race who can get undressed quicker…” Both topless, Tim’s pecks flexed as he reached up and pulled down Ben’s pants and boxers. Ben grabbed at Tim’s belt, wanting to see what was forming the huge bulge in his jeans. Tim threw Ben’s clothes on the floor, and hungrily looked over Ben’s package and six-inch cock. Tim moved his hips up, aiding Ben in removing his pants and boxers; a huge grin appeared on Ben’s face as he gawked at Tim’s large, hairy balls, and amazingly thick eight-incher. 

A new song started on the stereo, “Damn baby all I need is a lil bit…” Ben swung around so he was on top of Tim in a sixty-nine position.

“A lil bit of this, a lil bit of that…” Ben opened his mouth and took down seven inches of Tim’s rod in his first gulp.

“OHHHH,” Tim moaned out, jerking his head back. Tim looked up at Ben’s cock above him. He put his right hand on Ben’s ass, pushing his index finger into Ben’s fuck hole. With his left hand, Tim started jerking Ben off. 

“MMMmmm,” Ben moaned, as he jumped at feeling Tim’s finger inside his ass. The feeling of Tim’s hand on his cock made him so hot that he picked up speed, moving his wet lips up and down Tim’s rocket.

Tim drowned out the music with his moaning. At first, he was shocked when Ben started blowing him, and he couldn’t believe Ben actually deep throated his thick meat. There hadn’t been very many girls that could do that. Tim slid a second finger into Ben’s tight asshole, as he watched Ben’s lips touch his pubs.

“I want to tap your ass,” Tim moaned, furiously fingering Ben’s hole. Tim got up and threw Ben down on his back. Without waiting for Ben to respond, Tim threw his body on top of Ben and shoved in his hunk of meat.

“FUCK!” Ben yelled, as Tim broke the seal. Ben was practically in tears, as Tim raped his delicate asshole. Tim bent over Ben and kissed him, sending his tongue into Ben’s mouth. Ben threw his arms around Tim’s back, but it was hard to hold on with Tim’s roughness. Tim slammed his jack hammer into Ben as hard as he could; he just couldn’t get enough of Ben’s tight, warm ass. 

“Oh, oh, oh, oh!” Ben was getting use to Tim’s rocket up his ass, and liking it. Tim’s hard, sweaty body rubbed against Ben’s. Ben was in paradise. Tim could feel his nuts getting ready to explode.

“AH!” Ben yelled, as he felt Tim’s cock quickly leave his ass.

“I’m gonna bust my nut!” Tim yelled, frantically stroking his cock right over Ben’s throbbing cock.

Ben watched, his ass still recovering, as sweat rolled down Tim’s rock hard chest. Tim threw his head back, and Ben looked right at Tim’s battleship.

“FUUUUCK!” Tim yelled as he blew his load. His first shot of cum flew up, hitting Ben on the forehead. Tim’s load continued shooting out, hitting Ben’s check, neck, and pecks. After his first four powerful shots, Tim collapsed on top of Ben to finish his orgasm. Breathing hard, Tim pumped his body against Ben’s. Ben could feel Tim’s pecks rubbing against his and Tim’s pulsing cock grinding against his leaking pole. Ben was breathing hard; he finally lost it when he felt Tim’s cock dump another load of semen onto his stomach.

“Oh, Fuck!” Ben moaned, as his cream blasted out onto his chest. Tim kept grinding against Ben until they had both finished their much need orgasms.

Tim slowly pulled himself off of Ben and leaned back against the side of the sofa. Tim looked over the loads of cum along Ben’s face, chest, and stomach. Ben eyed Tim’s soft, yet still thick, cock, dangling between his muscular legs.

“That was fucking amazing,” Tim said with a grin.

“Yeah, it was,” Ben said, “I think I understand why they call it the ‘magic stick.’” With that, Ben wiped up some of the cum on his chest and swallowed it. 

“Mmmm,” tastes like candy.