"Me too" he smiles. "I'll drive"
He takes me in his rental car to the outskirts of town. I start to get nervous as we enter a somewhat industrial area. I should have left a note at the front desk or something else behind incase I wind up missing! He pulls in to a larger hangar like building that is full of cars.
When we get out of the car I hear the music. This must be a rave. I hear the buzz saw sounds of techno trance music in the next hangar. We walk towards the music and enter the building through a side door.
The music is deafening and the low beats and throbs resonate in my chest. The relentless rhythm of techno music usually reminds me of the actions of lifeless machines. This is different. The machine like beat is there but the soul is not lifeless. Within it is a primal urgency that surges forward with each metric beat. The urge is to sense, connect, touch, feel, pleasure, experience, explore, suck, pinch, fuck, spank, and cum and cum and cum.
Each beat is another load of man seed shot on the face and in the mouth of a cum hungry lover who wants to get men off. The throbbing mass of men dancing together in synch with the beat manifests the raw sexual desire that drives our passion. Each man, short, tall, muscular and frail, is a fiery flicker of a vast fire of desire. Each is consumed and accepted in to the greater fury of lust.
The man could be you. You as you grab my head and make me choke down your cock and swallow the long ropes of thick hot seed that erupts from your swollen balls. You as you watch your meat invade my ass and watch the ripples of your thrusts resonate through my round cheeks. You use my body. You own my body. It is your tool to dominate and get you off. You fuck my tight puckered anus and stretch me with your meat. You ram in to me because I am your whore. You cum deep in to my bowels as you marvel at your hard cock thrusting in to my ass. You spank me and use me until your balls run dry.
I feel my heart beat match the music. My cock is aching hard in my tight jeans. I walk to the bar and find a perch. I have lost Michael. I notice some men with out shirts and others in tiny thongs like the one I am wearing. I order a drink and when the bartender comes back I ask, "What did they do with their clothes?" The bartender points to a coat check area with a wall of cubbyholes.
I watch the men dance. They touch each other and grind their bodies together. The ones with out clothes look shiny, like they are covered in baby oil. Hands slide all over their bodies. I see a naked man with three men servicing him. They lick his balls and he smacks his massive cock against their faces. They crown moves in and I lose my view. The image is burned in to my mind. My clothes feel like a jail. I need to be touched. I finish my drink and walk to the coat check with my heart pounding.
There are other men getting undress there and I take my place among them. I remove my shirt and put it in to one of the boxes. Next my shoes and pants are in with my socks. I am only wearing my thong. I a moment of modesty I decide not to get completely naked. I notice others writing the box number on their palm and I do the same with the pen attached to the box. I turn my box in. I realize there are no prices posted and that I did not pay for my drink. I pass it off as my good luck.
Long ago I copied a tape from a friend of mine. The tape was exotic and erotic dance for men. When I lived alone I would practice that tape for hours. I used to imagine I was dancing for my lover and coaxing his cock to full arousal with out so much as touching him. The tape was excellent. I learned to move with sensuality. I learned the magic contained in my hips and how to accent my better features through movement. I used this now.
I walked to the dance area as if I were approaching my lover. My hips sway, my back is straight, my legs take measured graceful steps. Hands brush my arms and ass cheeks. I enter the throbbing mass. I raise my arms in the air and bump and grind to the relentless beat.
Hands come from behind, slide up my flat stomach, and fondle my erect nipples. A hard thinly clothed cock slides between my cheeks. I throw my head back in a fit of passion and I feel his hot breath on my neck. One hand continues to softly pinch my nipple as the other reaches for my hard cock. His fingers run up and down my shaft. Pre-cum soaks my thong. I feel other hands run smoothly over my ass cheeks. I am living the most incredible erotic dream!
A large hairy man grabs my waist from the front and pulls me away. He grinds his naked cock against my groin and I feel the sticky warm pre-cum on my leg. His hairy chest tickles my sensitive nipples. His eyes are on fire.
Very strong hands grab my waist and turn me around. I am greeted with a very muscular Middle Eastern or Indian man. He is smooth and hairless. He too has a dark lustful desire in his eyes. He is uncircumcised and very large in both length and width. He whips me around again and rips off my thong. His huge hunk of man meat slides between my cheeks and he hugs me tightly as we throb to the music. I reach behind me and pull his head to my neck. He nibbles at me and sends electric shivers through my body.
A wet or lubricated hand stokes my cock and balls. Other hands, similarly wet, slide all over my body. I am lost in the tactile pleasure of anonymous lust. I give my body to these men and they take me. I am parted from my massive Indian lover as waves of hand and lubricated body parts rub some type of lubricant over me. There is a faint sweet scent to the strange oil. My body becomes hypersensitive. My moans are downed by the al consuming music.
