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.”