06-19-2016, 02:19 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-19-2016, 02:23 PM by GuyByThePond.)
Fen's popsickle thread (http://www.mnfclub.com/forum/showthread.php?tid=1094) reminded me a story that happened IRL (more or less: poetic license, etc...).
Disclaimer: this is not an "exhibitionist" experience. It's more about why I loved the "twilight zone" at the end of parties when I was a hardcore clubber.
Let's call it NIGHT OF THE EUROZONE (yeah, I try to keep in touch with the news) !
It was New year's Eve. 2001 to become 2002. The euro was to become the real thing for common citizens like me.
Our little gang had decided to go to "La Démence" at the Fuse, in Bruxelles. One of the hypest gay friendly party of that time. A "magic bus" had been set up by some active member of gay community to make the road from Paris to Bruxelles.
We were all there: me, Crazy Cow, Old Tahitian Whore, JJ, Lolo, Mr HR Deputy, Mr Le Monde fashion supplement.
The mood was great: #50 party people going to a big party, booze and music in bus.
As usual, Crazy Cow and me were the only thing looking like a "heteronormal couple".
As usual, some of the guys that did not know me felt like wolves looking at a lamb.
Crazy Cow tells them "I'm not jealous guys (evil grin)"
Old Tahitian Whore tells them "iIt is not wise to pull the tail of this sheep"
JJ & Lolo tells them "Been there, not done that"
Mr HR tells them "Harassers will be harassed"
Mr Le Monde simply says "Call the fashion police"
Two hours later, I'm vodka drunk, the "bus barman" and I bare chested, me playing with his nipples while he's rubbing himself at my crotch, both of us encouraging the other passengers to dance, sing, kiss and more if affinities.
We arrive a couple of hours later, full of good vibes.
We are there quite early, and we've got some kind of fast lane access, so we don't spend too much time in the cold... but the cloakroom is another story. And the Fuse is crowded !
I don't have a very clear picture of the place, but there was something like 3 main spaces.
Our little group scrambles. The misters start their usual hide & seek game with the backrooms, JJ & LoLo start "making friends" (each on their own)... Me, Crazy Cow and Old Tahitian Whore we go hardcore clubbing.
I'm on K (don't do this kids ! once, I could not get out of a water closet because of this !). I remember dancing like in a swimming pool, playing to be Superman with my little gang...
It ebbs and flows. When not dancing, we chat and drink.
Mr HR asks me if I've seen Mr Le Monde, Mr Le Monde asks me if I've seen Mr HR...
Lolo presents us a guy taller than me who works in the european parliament...
JJ comes dancing with us, the giant tatoos on his back making strange snakes...
Maybe I kissed a girl or two, a boy or two...
But in the end it's always CC and OTW. We dance, we laugh, we scream as the different DJ push their sets...
Then it's something like 6 or 7 in the morning.
Everybody's chilling out. We're on the last floor. I'm sat besides CC. Many guys on the dancefloor are still moving, even if slow motion, some of them making out, cock sucking included. It does for a strangely cozy and erotic atmosphere.
"Ian ?" CC says.
"Mmmmh ?"
"Let me blow you"
"What !?"
Okay: I don't like sex with people on drugs. I'm always wondering if my potential partner is hitting on me because of the drug talking, if s/he's really there. Maybe there are some one night stands this policy made me miss, but it literally saved my ass or my friends' a couple of times.
"C'mon Ian, I want to feel you in my mouth. All these guys are making me horny"
She starts massaging my crotch saying this.
It's different this time. It's my GF Crazy Cow. The place we're in right now oozes with sex.
So I stand up on wobbly legs, and I face her.
She unbuttons me and pull out my dick.
She quickly takes it in her mouth, pushing at my buttocks with her hands.
She's enthusiastic, taking as much in as she can, making slurping sounds.
The chill out/blowjob combo is really something, like I'm melting.
CC's turned on by my moans, by my hardening flesh in her mouth, by doing it here.
She does not leave me a chance. When she's not doing wet sounds sucking my cock, she's looking at me with sultry eyes, taking my dick out of her mouth to whisper "you'll come in my mouth Ian".
The music vibe propagates in my body. I feel my balls tighten. I feel all my body tense, fighting K, as I come in CC's mouth.
She gulps it all down.
"Ian. Would you bring me a vodka with apple ?" she says...
Disclaimer: this is not an "exhibitionist" experience. It's more about why I loved the "twilight zone" at the end of parties when I was a hardcore clubber.
Let's call it NIGHT OF THE EUROZONE (yeah, I try to keep in touch with the news) !
It was New year's Eve. 2001 to become 2002. The euro was to become the real thing for common citizens like me.
Our little gang had decided to go to "La Démence" at the Fuse, in Bruxelles. One of the hypest gay friendly party of that time. A "magic bus" had been set up by some active member of gay community to make the road from Paris to Bruxelles.
We were all there: me, Crazy Cow, Old Tahitian Whore, JJ, Lolo, Mr HR Deputy, Mr Le Monde fashion supplement.
The mood was great: #50 party people going to a big party, booze and music in bus.
As usual, Crazy Cow and me were the only thing looking like a "heteronormal couple".
As usual, some of the guys that did not know me felt like wolves looking at a lamb.
Crazy Cow tells them "I'm not jealous guys (evil grin)"
Old Tahitian Whore tells them "iIt is not wise to pull the tail of this sheep"
JJ & Lolo tells them "Been there, not done that"
Mr HR tells them "Harassers will be harassed"
Mr Le Monde simply says "Call the fashion police"
Two hours later, I'm vodka drunk, the "bus barman" and I bare chested, me playing with his nipples while he's rubbing himself at my crotch, both of us encouraging the other passengers to dance, sing, kiss and more if affinities.
We arrive a couple of hours later, full of good vibes.
We are there quite early, and we've got some kind of fast lane access, so we don't spend too much time in the cold... but the cloakroom is another story. And the Fuse is crowded !
I don't have a very clear picture of the place, but there was something like 3 main spaces.
Our little group scrambles. The misters start their usual hide & seek game with the backrooms, JJ & LoLo start "making friends" (each on their own)... Me, Crazy Cow and Old Tahitian Whore we go hardcore clubbing.
I'm on K (don't do this kids ! once, I could not get out of a water closet because of this !). I remember dancing like in a swimming pool, playing to be Superman with my little gang...
It ebbs and flows. When not dancing, we chat and drink.
Mr HR asks me if I've seen Mr Le Monde, Mr Le Monde asks me if I've seen Mr HR...
Lolo presents us a guy taller than me who works in the european parliament...
JJ comes dancing with us, the giant tatoos on his back making strange snakes...
Maybe I kissed a girl or two, a boy or two...
But in the end it's always CC and OTW. We dance, we laugh, we scream as the different DJ push their sets...
Then it's something like 6 or 7 in the morning.
Everybody's chilling out. We're on the last floor. I'm sat besides CC. Many guys on the dancefloor are still moving, even if slow motion, some of them making out, cock sucking included. It does for a strangely cozy and erotic atmosphere.
"Ian ?" CC says.
"Mmmmh ?"
"Let me blow you"
"What !?"
Okay: I don't like sex with people on drugs. I'm always wondering if my potential partner is hitting on me because of the drug talking, if s/he's really there. Maybe there are some one night stands this policy made me miss, but it literally saved my ass or my friends' a couple of times.
"C'mon Ian, I want to feel you in my mouth. All these guys are making me horny"
She starts massaging my crotch saying this.
It's different this time. It's my GF Crazy Cow. The place we're in right now oozes with sex.
So I stand up on wobbly legs, and I face her.
She unbuttons me and pull out my dick.
She quickly takes it in her mouth, pushing at my buttocks with her hands.
She's enthusiastic, taking as much in as she can, making slurping sounds.
The chill out/blowjob combo is really something, like I'm melting.
CC's turned on by my moans, by my hardening flesh in her mouth, by doing it here.
She does not leave me a chance. When she's not doing wet sounds sucking my cock, she's looking at me with sultry eyes, taking my dick out of her mouth to whisper "you'll come in my mouth Ian".
The music vibe propagates in my body. I feel my balls tighten. I feel all my body tense, fighting K, as I come in CC's mouth.
She gulps it all down.
"Ian. Would you bring me a vodka with apple ?" she says...
Making a girl smile can be much more rewarding than bedding her...