Go Go Gone
By: Giantguy

The club was packed and the music was thumping so loud that Jordan could feel it in his chest. He slowly edged his way through the crowd, sliding against sweaty shirtless bodies, arms raised, moving to the music.

“Keep going!” Chaz shouted into his ear. “You wanna be up near the pole.”

Jordan nodded and kept pushing forward. In the middle of the vast, crowded dance floor was a brass pole that came down from the high ceiling, ending on a square cube-platform about five feet high.

“That’s where he’ll come down,” Alec yelled into Jordan’s other ear, pushing his bare back to help propel him through the dense crowd.

Jordan looked back over his shoulder and grinned. He couldn’t believe it – he’d only been in the city for a day, and here he was in the hottest, newest dance club in town. He didn’t know Alec and Chaz too well, but they said OK when he asked if he could come for the weekend and crash on their floor. And then they asked him if he wanted to go out dancing, to a new place they’d been to a couple times.

“What does Club V.O.R. stand for?” Jordan had asked while they were getting ready.

“Uh ... I think it’s like ‘Virtual Or Reality?’” Chaz said while he combed and parted his hair for the fourth time, staring into the mirror.

“It’s so fuckin cool... every once in a while they spray this fog over the dance floor, an’ it’s got something in it, like a little hit of LSD or something like that ... you just see colors and like hallucinate a little.”

Jordan tried to look cool, like he went to those kinds of places all the time. “Isn’t that kinda dangerous.”

Chaz slowly moved the comb. “What, you not into that? Maybe we can stay home and watch cable.”

Jordan laughed too loudly. “Hell guys, I guess you can’t tell when I’m kidding. Sounds great!” He’d only known these guys through e-mail and didn’t want them to think he was like all the other hicks from his town – not since sending his pic to them had convinced them to invite him to the city for a couple of days.

Alec clapped Jordan on the shoulder, taking inventory of him again. He looked exactly like the ex-high school swimming team captain that he was, right down to the lean body and the chlorine bleached short blond hair. “You’ll like it man, we’ve been over there like four times and it’s always fucking awesome. You see some wild stuff, it’s like being in a video game.”

Chaz finished his combing and turned around. “It’s so cool they don’t even have a sign outside. You got to hear about it from somebody else.”

Jordan smiled, a little twinge of butterflies making his stomach tingle. “So let’s go.”

They got to the warehouse building on the far edge of town near the piers, and were admitted through a heavy iron door. While they were waiting in line to pay the cover, Jordan idly stared at the poster displayed in a glass case – it showed a hot, muscular beefy guy glaring at the camera, in construction boots, denim shorts and rawhide suspenders. “MARKUS, MISTER OUTBACK. REAL AUSSIE BLOKE. FEATURED ATTRACTION” Alec just nodded at the poster. “They get strippers from all over. They’re great.”

They headed in to the main room, which was lit with the flashing lights from the dance floor. The intense body heat rising from the crowd made Jordan start to sweat immediately – that, and his rising excitement.

Chaz and Alec had steered him through the crowd toward the cube platform – “That’s where all the action is, he’s gonna come down the pole.”

Finally Jordan was within a few feet of the platform when the beat intensified and a roar came up from the crowd. In the ceiling high above them, they could see a circle opening. Then, Markus, Mister Outback himself, was sliding down and down the brass pole, wearing his outfit from the poster, scowling at the crowd, planting himself on the cube, and beginning to move his body to the music.

Jordan kept moving, high from the drinks, the heat and the music. He’d never been this close to a man built like Markus. There was nobody in his town that even came close, not even his high school gym teacher. Markus had a deep, beefy tanned chest, powerful quads that flexed as he began to dance, and a heavy bulge between his legs. His muscles looked solid and hard, as though he’d gained them through hard work. He was rough edged, a square jaw jutting out from a bluntly handsome face. He slowly moved in a circle, pivoting around as he moved his body, steady but not graceful, barely lifting his booted feet from the cube. He hadn’t been hired for his dancing.

“Awwwright!” Chaz yelled with the rest of the crowd as Markus put his callused hands in the waistband of his denim shorts and ripped them away. Jordan kept moving, feeling himself beginning to get hard as his heart thumped in his chest.

Underneath his shorts, Markus had a pair of white boxers that glowed neon bright in the black light. He kept moving, stumping around, bending down, thrusting his thick arms into the air, shaking his full, round ass.

Alec leaned in to Jordan again. “Just wait ... the shorts come off too...”

The crowd was surging toward the center of the huge room, all pressing in to get closer to Markus on his pedestal above them. Jordan found himself almost having to lean back against the pushing bodies just to stay standing.

Markus hooked his thumbs in his boxers and gestured to the crowd like “Should I?” There was a roar of approval, and Markus pulled the breakway shorts off, all the while keeping the same stony expression.

Jordan caught his breath, moving to adjust his hard cock in his pants. Markus’ body was like a tank, heavily muscled, looking like he was carved out of granite. Now the only thing he wore was a sort of red half-jockstrap – there was a waistband and a pouch, but no leg straps – the pouch simply stretched down over Markus’ prominent bulge, hooking over his sizable ball sack, showing the outline of his cockhead clearly through the fabric.

He continued pivoting, turning his ass in Jordan’s direction. Jordan felt a drop of precum leak from his cock – this man’s ass was incredible – smooth and white in contrast to his deep tan, high hard glutes like silk covered boulders, the taut muscles flexing under the skin.

Chazz shouted, “Now comes the fun part” and moved forward, waving a dollar bill in his hand. He made it to the edge of the platform, and Markus squatted down, weaving back and forth as Chaz reached up and stuffed the bill into his waistband, grabbing a quick feel of his rock hard thigh before falling back into the crowd.

“Damn, I wanted to feel that goddamn dick!” he yelled, drowned out by more thunderous roars from the crowd as hands emerged everywhere, waving bills.

Within minutes, it looked like Markus had a fringe of green around his waist. Many tried to get a grope of his fabric- covered cock, but he managed to skillfully break their grip, allowing them just a teasing brush of the heavy, swinging pouch.

“Here man. Go for it.”

Jordan turned at Alec’s voice in his ear, feeling him pressing something into his palm. It was a bill – a fifty! Jordan tried to pass it back, shaking his head, “No,” but Alec grinned and shoved him closer to the platform.

The music was intensifying and the crowd was building into a frenzy. Jordan pushed through the slick, sweaty bodies like he was swimming the last leg of the relay. He hoisted himself up a bit with one hand, and managed to stuff the bill in Markus’ waistband right over one globelike buttcheek, the muscles stretched as Markus squatted. He didn’t seem to notice Jordan or the money he’d just tucked in Markus’ jock. Before he was pulled back into the crowd, Jordan desperately gave Markus’ ass a slap to get his attention.

Markus immediately turned his head, glowering. He reached back to get the Jordan’s money. On seeing the denomination, his expression changed, and he gave Jordan a wink. The crowd erupted as he spread his thighs and thrust his crotch at Jordan while still in a squat. Jordan cupped Markus’ bulging jock pouch, feeling the heat from his cock, thinking that this was the most incredible moment of his life.

Markus looked up to the ceiling and pumped his arm like a locomotive engineer. There was a hiss, and a white fog started to uncurl over the dance floor, descending like a thick cloud. There was a collective sigh from the swaying crowd – arms stretched up, heads tilted back, mouths open to breathe in the mist that settled over them, as the music throbbed and the lights flashed.

Jordan’s vision was momentarily blocked by the density of the fog – “It’s just dry ice smoke,” he thought – but breathed it in. He felt a slight dizziness but then a giddiness, like he wanted to laugh non stop. The fog cleared a little – all the lights seemed to have little halos around them. Maybe this was what they were talking about – just some gentle tripping, nothing too wild.

Markus was standing now, swaying back and forth, moving around, looking at the crowd, searching. As he caught sight of Jordan, his gruff sneer turned to a sexy grin, and he crooked his finger at him. He then pivoted around again, his back to Jordan, looking over his shoulder and beckoning him with his head.

Jordan felt light headed, his pulse pounding in his temples. He heard another resounding roar from the crowd, and felt guys on all sides pushing against him, lifting him up out of the mass of bodies, moving him to the cube. He gripped it, like someone clinging to a rock to escape being pulled away in a rip tide. His mouth was dry. He was as hard as a rock. Some of the guys pushing him up groped his dick through his pants. He was dripping so much the outline of his dick head was starting to show right through.

Markus squatted down about halfway, assuming a football-hike position, still swaying his ass in Jordan’s direction – that magnificent, sculptured ass.

Alec called from the crowd “What are you waiting for? GO FOR IT!”

Markus moved backward slowly, circling his ass in a sexy movement, toward a dazed Jordan. Jordan wiped the sweat from his forehead and tried to focus his eyes. It seemed like there was light radiating from Markus’ ass – it gleamed in the darkness.

Jordan reached out his hand, perched half on and half off the cube. He lay his palm against the flesh of Markus’ ass, feeling the flexing muscles, a light layer of sweat cool on the hot, smooth skin.

Jordan reeled a little bit, but managed to keep his balance. Guys pushed him up a bit further, till Markus’ ass was almost in his face. Without even knowing why he was doing it, just following a wild impulse, Jordan leaned forward and licked Markus’ butt cheek.

The crowd roared like a hurricane, screaming their lust and approval, urging Jordan on further, the guys in the crowd boosting him closer, holding him up as Markus backed toward him.

Jordan felt dizzy, his vision receding a little like when he had the gas during his last visit to the dentist. He could still feel his cock almost painfully hard, and he could taste the sweet-salt of Markus’ sweat. He reached out, gripping Markus’ meaty butt with both hands, and pushing his face forward to lick the deep crack between his glutes.

The crowd was swaying, surging, pushing forward, hoisting Jordan up, supporting and shoving him as he feverishly tongued deep between Markus’ cheeks. He felt like his body was on fire, every sensation amplified by the sound, the lights, and the effects of the fog.

He had never eaten ass before but he had dreamed about it while jacking off to stolen copies of Playgirl. Now, doing it for the first time, he thought he might cum right in his pants. Markus was still moving his ass, pushing it backward against him, letting his round butt cheeks spread to allow Jordan access deep into the cleft.

He snuggled his face deeper between the globes of this Aussie guy’s incredible ass, the hot skin pressing on each side of his face, his tongue probing until he hit the tight butthole buried in the crack. The musky scent and taste drove him crazy, and he pushed forward, digging deeper, gripping Markus’ ass tighter, losing his balance slightly as the guys holding him pushed him up even closer.

More mist rolled out over the crowd, who screamed and bellowed at a fever pitch. Markus took a small brown glass bottle from a leather pouch around his neck, and snorted deep into each nostril, as though he were inhaling poppers. His skin began to flush a little, and he began to move his ass more. He thrust the bottle back in the pouch, and then reached back to spread his ass cheeks, enjoying the sensation of this hot kid going after his butthole... Markus leaned his head back and gulped deep breaths of air, concentrating...

Jordan was possessed, licking and poking his tongue into Markus’ tight, clenching butthole. His efforts were paying off, though ... Markus’ hole was relaxing a little, then clenching again, grasping at Jordan’s tongue. Then it was loosening up a little more, letting Jordan dig in deeper, having to push his head further between Markus’ cheeks... he was unaware of anything except the wild sensations flooding his body, just on the verge of shooting a load in his pants...

Markus gripped the pole and clenched his fists till the knuckles were white. He was panting for breath. The kid was moving his ass cheeks apart, trying to get deeper ... good ... he was focusing ... letting the snort he’d taken do its thing ... relax ... let it go wider ... wider ... ahhhh FUCK yeah ... he always enjoyed this part ... the feeling of the heat and tingling reaching his ass as his sphincter stretched, stimulated by the kid’s frenzied tonguing ... oh yeah ... his ass was hungry tonight.

Jordan was in heaven, his nerve endings blazing, his cock twitching and throbbing and about to let loose. Markus’ butthole was loosening... he pulled the firm buns apart further ... if he could just get a little deeper ... a little deeper ...

Markus closed his eyes, grunted and flexed his mighty buttcheeks, thrusting backward at the same time. Another rumbling roar came up from the crowd as they saw the shirtless, lean youth lose his balance and slip forward, his head disappearing between Markus’ ass cheeks.

Markus was in high gear. He knew he had to work fast before the kid didn’t struggle any more – the struggling was what got him off, helping him to work him deeper up his ass. He began flexing his glutes, gesturing to the guys who were holding Jordan to keep moving him forward.

The air was heavy and thick as Markus grunted, slowly working the kid’s slim form up into his muscular ass. He remembered back when he thought fisting was enough stimulation, until he could take someone’s arm with little trouble ... and decided he needed more.

The guys in the crowd breathed in the mist, their eyes glazing over, druggy smiles on their faces, pushing at Jordan’s body, now kicking and struggling. Markus was getting heavily to his feet from his bent over position, Jordan now wedged up his ass almost to the waist. Guys from the crowd leaped up onto the cube one by one, removing Jordan’s shoes, socks, pants and briefs, flinging each one into the delirious pack of dancing bodies.

Jordan’s body was flailing wildly, giving Markus the intense pleasure he craved, overstimulating every nerve ending – “Like getting fucked with somebody’s full body” he once tried to explain it to a trick, before engulfing him up his ass.

He gyrated before the crowd, pumping his arms like a World Federation Wrestler, squeezing and flexing his glutes, slowly drawing Jordan into his overstretched asshole. He was drenched in sweat, his cock bulging in its lycra pouch, his balls swollen with power. He strained, feeling the kid slipping deeper within him – damn, those smooth ones were always the best – and began clenching his asshole tighter, working the calves in inch by inch, till he was at the ankles.

He held out his hands to the crowd, and then slapped his hands around behind him, gripping his ass cheeks and bending forward in a familiar ritual. He bellowed mightily as he slurped Jordan in completely, the soles of the kid’s feet slipping in, his muscular butthole closing over them as the crowd cheered like they were at the Super Bowl. Markus raised his arms in victory, slapping his butt, flexing it for the crowd.

A rope ladder fell from the opening in the high ceiling – Markus stepped on the lower rung and held on with one hand while waving to the pulsing, dancing crowd, as he was slowly raised up. Just as he was nearing the top, he reached down and ripped off the clinging cock pouch, fisting his thick cock to a volcanic ejaculation, heavy ropes of cum flying through the air as he closed his eyes, enjoying the incredible fullness within him.

Later, in the cab home, Chaz lazily turned Jordan’s wallet over and over in his hand. “Good thing I snagged this. He’s gonna need it later.”

“Yeah lucky him, must have scored and didn’t even tell us.”

“Wild stuff tonight man, whatever they got in that fog had me trippin so bad, it was unreal.”

“Oh me too man, like when Jordan got up there and licked the guy’s ass...”

“I know man, you wouldn’t even believe what that stuff made me think I was seeing.”

“Probably not crazier than me man”

“So what did you see?”

“Well, it was like Jordan ... like the dude kinda bent over and spread his ass and uh ... like he ...”

“Yeah? Like he spread his ass and what man?”

There was silence in the cab.

“Aw, nothin. You wouldn’t believe it anyway.”

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