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The music was pumping, everyone was doing E or drinking to excess. The heat and raw human energy, seemed like a nuclear plant running on its highest power. What had been an ordinary night at Clydes, New York City's best gay club, was starting to look up. Being 25 was a good time. I was older but still young enough to have choices, and while often a top to some 18 or 19 year old, tonight I was in the mood for something different. Hours earlier I trimmed my blonde hair, which was quite cute, and shaved off any facial hair. A day earlier I had shaved my legs, pubes, and balls, which as any gay guy knows is a lot of effort. I even put on lipstick to accentuate my thickness there, and the tight shirt and compression shorts showed off my figure. The lights at the club, clearly showed my penis and cheeks, leaving little to a horny guys imagination. It turned me on to have men looking at my privates, which were more public than most of the other bottoms were showing off this evening. My 6'3 long legged frame needed a good pounding. It had been months, and with the exercises I was doing, the tightening of my hole was guaranteed. One lucky guy was going to have their way with me. After a lull in activity, more guys were showing up. The techno cranked, and I danced with a few guys, but other than a hard penis up against me, didn't feel a real connection. I did help one dance partner get off in the bathroom though, as I jerked his penis off, to a spectacular amount of cum. He wasn't the worst looking guy, and he had been kind to me with drinks, and he politely had requested to be with me that night. Yet he settled for my warm hands in the stall, stroking his hardness until he creamed everywhere all over my hands. It was good for him, and admittedly I liked it, as well getting a guy off made me really hot and bothered.
Finally I noticed a handsome brown haired man, with piercing blue eyes. Oh yes. And I was correct he was German descent, a first generation American. Another reason to love NYC. Mark was looking good in in his body builder tight grey shirt and tight blue jeans. His grey running shoes, showed on his overall results as he was close to 40. Yet he must have had 34" hips, was ripped with a big chest that was solid with no belly down below. Soon we were laughing at the bar area, and then we went dancing. He had good moves, and I got lost in his ocean colored eyes, as we kissed and made out all over the club. Other guys were turned on, and while earlier I was thinking I might strike out, now I knew I found the man I was looking for. Mark grabbed my rear end as we kissed, and invited me over to his apartment. It was within walking distance of Clydes. If I remember correctly, three blocks as we held hands and I touched his hard crotch that was fired up for unspeakable pleasure.
Despite our hormones being off kilter, Mark was gracious enough to make me feel at home. He brought out more cognac, introduced me to his cat, and kissed me as our hands touched. It was a feeling of electricity. He also rubbed my smooth legs, teasing me by touching the areas closest to my crotch in my thighs, and my cock literally poked out of the compression shorts. Easily an inch plus opening, he could see my cock, and our tongues flicked together. Oh yes he was touching my smoothness, my hard penis in his hands, and I almost screamed ecstasy as he took my shirt off to suck on my nipples. They were hard too, and soon on the couch he was on his knees sucking my privates like a champ. His piercing blue eyes, his cologne, oh yes the sounds of slurping, and his fingers and tongue entering my hole. I couldn't help but flail my arms as he had me nude, and sucked my toes causing further excitement. Where had this dreamy man been? He asked me if I wanted to go to his bed. We kissed and before I knew it, he picked me up, and I was on his bed watching him deepthroat me as his fingers and lube went further into me. I gasped.
Finally I was able to get his shirt off. He had the nicest hairiest chest ever, and I played here to get him warmed up, before unbuttoning his jeans. He was well hung, easily 8 inches of thick sausage, and I hungrily felt him up and took him into my drool filled mouth on the end of the bed. Oh yes. He was under my control, as I literally swirled my tongue around his cock head. His musky masculine flavors made me desire him more, and it was here I worried he'd put a condom on. Thankfully he didn't, so I got his hot and hard iron pipe inside of me, without anything getting in the way.
I screamed with delight as he took me from behind. Marks hands were so strong, and he made sure to fill up my backside. We tried a lot of positions, including my favorite side to side, so I could rub Gus balls as he slammed me with all he had. We had to take a quick lube break, as he was so big and powerful, and it felt so good I spoke jabberish. I could feel him light me up, every time he pushed In deeper, and I rode him on top as we kissed. It was so refreshing to be with a real man, and he fell asleep cuddling me after he exploded in me with a fury words don't describe. I came as he did, our juices mixing. Upon having cigarettes on his balcony, I knew I had found a new lover and was very happy by this prospect.