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In the 1990's I was 18 years old. Tall, skinny, and also a bit awkward. In the past year I had finally got my cherry popped, and like other gay men sometimes do, got a little bit crazy. Using poppers and bottoming for random men, especially daddies seemed to be a endless movie. One memory that was hot, was the married man I got to blow. His wife had slept with him the previous night, and that morning I made his candle explode one more time. Everyone claims to be straight, but that's a misnomer. I was quite pretty with my long blonde hair, green eyes, and had successfully seduced quite a few men. This was a great time, and on this Friday night I got into DC wearing only pink panty like briefs and shoes.
Tracks let me in for free, as I was "the fresh meat" that they were looking for. The bouncer got hot when I showed the Maryland drivers license in my shoes. A rather large black man, I could see his erection growing in his pants, as he checked my card. If I could have my way, I would have taken him right there. Already turned on, my penis was rock hard, making it visible in the space between. Precum splotches we're obvious, and with the bright dance floor lights and house music, my plan to get attention was working. I had one mission, and that was to satisfy a man that I picked. There were some good looking men, and I appreciated them eyeing me up as I was legally attired but not by much. One of my occasional lovers Teddy warned me, "be careful dressed like this, as someone might cross the line." There was a part of me who wanted that, but no I didn't want to get raped. Even as the bitch that I was, and my silver nipple rings reflecting the dance lights, that was not an experience sought after.
An older man with a grey crew cut bought me a beer. Just like so many clubs, once inside the legal drinking age didn't matter. I chugged it, and danced with this strong guy. He was ripped, and while not sexy, he was fairly attractive. Definitely masculine, and I liked how he held onto my waist as we danced together. His reassuring hands. We kissed as Tori Amos blasted through the speakers. I grabbed him by the hands, and took him into the mens room. Putting him on the toilet, I got on my knees, and opened the door for all to see. His pants off. Then his underwear. Oh wow. Under there was a 8 inch monster. While I preferred smooth he was well maintained, and I licked the edges, and assaulted his private parts with my mouth. He was loving it, and other guys of all ages and races watched my oral skills on a public display. A few minutes later his cum down my throat, he thanked me, and I was back on the dance floor. Many of the guys who saw what I did to him followed. I had a fan club and was thrilled about it.
Another older guy, this one Hispanic, bought me a beer. Through the music I learned his name was Juan. He told me he was married, but wanted to touch my cock. I moved up to him, drinking the beer with the wall behind us. Everyone around us knew what was going on. Right in the nations capital a amigo decked to the nines was in my underwear. His hands were so warm. I liked how his palms went over my smooth penis and balls. He was hard, and I put my hands down his pants. Feeling him up he had a small but nice cock, and eventually we ended up again in the mens room. He didn't want a blowjob, but said I could jerk him off. Guys know what guys like. As his small but thick four inch penis was full, I could tell his spouse never touched him like this. He came everywhere. Guys again watched this, and I'll admit it. I was very aroused now. My addiction to cock was the drug of my choice, far over the pills I had taken earlier.
Back on the dance floor, it was getting more crowded. A lot of body heat. Lots of people jostling, and the bathrooms were lined up with hook ups and cocaine lines. The bass was slamming. I was euphoric due to the drug and dick combination, but still was delirious about getting pumped. There were some decent looking guys, some of whom were watching two very pretty young women kissing each other. This didn't really excite me, but I then saw exactly what I was looking for. A 30 year old or so guy in a shirt and tie. No suit jacket but damn was he hot. Six foot with muscle, he looked a lot like the guy from the Superman series.
I walked by him twice. No reaction. He was watching the ladies make out, and his trousers indicated a big cock. I got closer to him. Standing in his eyes I introduced myself. He smiled and said "what if you get cold?" I laughed. "In the summer that won't be a problem." My cock was rock hard, and my hole puckered dreaming of him having his way. He introduced himself as Kevin, and got me a beer to go with his. As we drank more I saw him eyeing my genitals. "You like what you see?" "Maybe." His smile and sparkling eyes told me this was a green light. Although I wanted him in the bathroom, he said he had a hotel in Georgetown and a company car. Right now the drugs and alcohol clouded my judgment, but before I knew it we were in his car on the DC streets. His suit jacket on the backseat. I saw his credentials for a defense contractor, and a picture of his wife in his wallet. It was the ideal situation.
Up in his hotel room, I took my shoes and underwear off. Shaved smooth, I said "come here and let me suck you." Seconds later I had his gigantic 9 inch penis in my mouth. On my knees I prayed with my lips and tongue. He was so sweaty now, as sexual energy was being released in multitudes. The scent of pheromones. He was so hot, and soon he bent down to kiss me. I was on the bed, and he was on top of me. His big thick monster was on my cock, and we were French kissing. I slobbered his giant dick, and then without protest, took him inside my tight rear end.
Spit wasn't a good substitute for lube, and I hurt for several minutes. Yet I took him, and riding his penis, he kissed me with gusto. Here I was with a married businessman, and I was his bitch for this evening. He literally stretched my hole. Never had I had one this big, and soon I told him "lay me on my stomach." He took me that way. It was less painful but I could feel his thrusts and strong hands. His grunts. He was having a good time and soon he screamed as his dick exploded in my asshole. I had been deflowered, and as he went to wash up, I masturbated and came all over. He was a gentleman though, and I got a cab back to Maryland from him. Sneaking in my folks house I was so happy. Falling asleep my mission was a successful one.