Taking Our Sons to the Tournament

Taking Our Sons to the Tournament: Chapter 8

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CHAPTER 8: The Club

"This is gonna sound like a teenage girl, but what are you gonna wear to the club?" Will asked as he dried himself off.

I laughed even though it was a good question. We'd gotten back to the room and decided to take a shower. Of course, we showered together. We both got boned up washing each other. I stood behind Will with my hard dick lined up with his ass crack and reached around his chest to wash him off. I ground my crotch against him. It felt so good. "Damn, your cock feels so hot, Matt." He moaned and tilted his head back. I kissed his neck and slid my hand down his abs until I could grab his stiff cock and play with his slippery, smooth balls. "We should save this for later though. I want to stay horny for the club. It will be more fun." I agreed and reluctantly backed away. "Will you shave my chest?" Will asked. "I think it will look hot that way tonight." I agreed enthusiastically. My cock bumped against his the entire time I shaved him. I had precum hanging all the way to the floor. His smooth chest looked amazing when I was done. We finished our shower like horny teenagers in the locker room and were still boned up the whole time we dried off.

"That's a good question." I replied as I hung up my towel and walked naked to my suitcase to grab a fresh pair of briefs. "I didn't plan on needing to look sexy when I packed."

"You can't help but look sexy." Will replied, smiling. "I don't even own any clothes appropriate for a club. I don't even remember the last time I was at a club."

"And I don't think this club has the same dress code anyway." I added.

"Can I wear a pair of your briefs?" Will asked. I've always wanted to have a white Calvin Klein waistband sticking up above my pants." Will said. I smiled to myself as that hasn't been the cool thing to do since we were in college. I wondered why he didn't just have those if that's what he liked, but then figured his wife must buy all of his clothes.

"Here." I said tossing him the pair I'd just grabbed. "They're all yours. Don't get any jizz in 'em." I said smiling but then thought about that and added, "actually I take that back. Jizz 'em all up for me." That made my still-plump cock spring back up a little.

"You wanna trade underwear?" Will asked. I considered that for a second. It's not like his boxer briefs weren't sexy. I'd rather wear a pair he'd already worn, but that made me think.

"Thanks, but I have a better idea." I said. "I'm gonna wear a jockstrap."

"You brought a jock? Were you planning to work out here?" Will asked.

"I was planning to work out, but I don't bother wearing a jock on the treadmill. I'm gonna go borrow one of Eric's. He always packs a bunch of them. He hates wearing a sweaty jock."

"Damn. I wish Jacob was that way. He'll wear the same jock for a month, I swear. Teenage boys are disgusting." Will laughed.

I pulled on some sweats, commando, and a T-shirt. "I'll be right back."

I walked barefoot down the hall to the boy's room and knocked on their door. I could hear the TV and several voices. Suddenly there was silence. I knocked again. Finally, Jake answered the door wearing one of the plush white hotel robes. He only opened the door about a foot and peered around it. The way the room was laid out you couldn't see anything past the bathroom so I was wondering what the privacy was about. I could make out very faint moans from the TV and it suddenly became clear. There was a group of boys all watching a porno together. My cock twitched and grew a little. I hoped Jake wouldn't notice.

"What's up, Mr. L.?" Jake said quietly and then turned his head to yell behind him. "It's cool. It's not coach Anderson. It's just Eric's dad." I heard a bunch of scrambling around and the TV sound went dead.

I raised my arm up to lean against the door frame. As I did, my sleeveless tee shirt lifted up exposing my furry belly and my happy trail. I was wearing those old-school, cotton, drawstring sweats. They were well-worn and getting threadbare. They were slung down low, exposing the top of my bushy black pubes, and hung off the top of my plump shaft. They were thin enough that you could tell I was circumcised and I had a little blood flow going on so was showing better than usual, making a nice bulge.

"I was going to work out and realized I forgot to pack a jockstrap. I wanted to borrow one of Eric's." I said and nodded down at my crotch. Jake followed my eyes down for the second time. It almost looked like lust on his face, but maybe he just admires a mature guy.

Jake's eyes were briefly fixated on my hairy pit as I fidgeted with the top of the door frame with my fingers. He backed up to open the door and as he did his robe fell open exposing a beautiful, long, hard cock and a big full bush of light brown pubes which surprised me as I thought all the young kids were boy-scaping these days. His cock curved up slightly like a banana and his balls hung loose. I was pretty sure he'd done that on purpose. He made no effort to close it and he caught me looking down at his naked body.

"Stay here. I'll be right back." Jake said and he turned and left. I could hear whispering. I slowly entered the room and peered around the corner of the entry into the bedroom. All of the boys appeared to be naked. Eric and Nick were sitting on his bed with pillows over their crotches. Josh was on the chair with a bare chest and his lower half under a blanket. Danny was sitting on the floor against the end of the bed with his knees up. I could see his balls hanging down but not his cock which must have been sticking straight up and hidden by his leg. They didn't notice me. They were facing the TV on the opposite wall and paying attention to Jake who walked around with his robe open. I quickly backed up. Holy shit. A circle jerk. I really wanted to stay.

"Hey boys." I said walking into the room. They all froze and looked panicked, especially Danny who would be more exposed if he got up so just remained on the floor looking shocked and sick. "At ease, guys. Nothing I haven't seen - or done - before. Enjoying the movie?" I looked at the screen. "No sound?" I added. They turned it up, but only a little.

"Holy shit, Dude, your dad's getting a boner." I heard Nick whisper to Eric. Everyone suddenly stared at my hardon straining against the thin fabric of my sweats. I'd been hard or semi-hard for a while now since the shower so already had a decent sized spot of precum forming. "So, I came to borrow a jock, Eric." I said not turning away from the screen and casually giving my boner a squeeze through the fabric.

"Um. I don't have any dry ones. I brought three and they'll all hanging in the bathroom. I just washed them out." Eric said.

"Dude, you do that?" Nick asked, surprised.

"Doesn't everyone?" Eric said back to him. Everyone shook their heads. "Gross." He added looking disgusted. I laughed to myself.

"You can use one of mine." Jake said. He had a devilish grin that I'd come to find adorable. He dug a jock out from his duffel bag and tossed it to me. "I'll walk you out." I laughed again. They obviously wanted me gone. I took the jock. It was dry at least. There was no hope of it being clean. My cock surged a little more. I wasn't sure how I would get back to my room.

Once around the corner, Jake opened the door and stood with his robe wide open and hard cock sticking up for the world to see - or maybe just for me to see. Fortunately, the world wasn't in the corridor at that moment. I got the impression he was disappointed by that fact.

"Is this jock clean?" I asked even though I knew the answer.

"Clean-ish" Jake said smiling. "There's no piss...or spunk in it." He paused. "Well not much piss." He smiled at me. Jake was a little perv - or maybe just a horny 15-year-old. There's not much difference. My cock twitched. "What's my dad gonna say when you come back looking like that?"

I wanted to say, "nothing. He'll just drop to his knees." But I went with, "well, he knows you're watching movies, so I assume he'll think I stopped to watch a little - just like I did. He might have one on already in our room."

"I thought you were gonna work out." Jake said.

"I am. Giving each other some alone time is the plan, Jake. We're a little past the circle jerk years." I said, trying to sound like a responsible adult.

"Too bad. Maybe you should just stay." He said. I considered that and got even harder.

"I'm pretty sure Eric...and the other guys wouldn't be in favor of that." I said.

"Nothing he hasn't seen already." Jake said, unwittingly letting me know Eric had told him how open our place was about masturbation.

"You boys have fun." I just said smiling at him and reluctantly left to head back to our room, hoping no one else stepped out of their rooms to see me in my aroused state. As soon as the door closed, I brought the jock to my nose. My cock surged again. I guess I'm the perv.

I got back to our room and dangled the jock from my middle finger. "It's Jake's. Eric's were all wet. He'd just washed them." I said.

"What? You know Jacob hasn't washed that all weekend. I'm pretty sure he only brought one. At least it was clean when we got here. Wear at your own risk, buddy." Will said. I was relieved he didn't think it was weird wearing his son's jock. I only mentioned it because I thought there was a good possibility Jake would bring it up at breakfast tomorrow. "What was going on over there?" Will added after glancing down at my crotch. "Those sweats are hot as fuck on you, by the way." He walked forward and grabbed my dick through the thin fabric and squeezed as though he couldn't help himself. He tugged on the drawstring and watched them fall to the floor. He dropped to his knees and took my wet cock head in his mouth and started sucking. "Holy fuck." I moaned. I told him what I'd seen in the boy's room as he sucked and bobbed. He looked up at me, shocked. I could tell it made him hornier.

Then he pulled off me and stood up. He slapped my ass. "Let's get dressed." I'm sure I looked pissed being teased and abandoned. Will laughed and added, "horny?"

"Fuck yes! What the fuck?" I said frustrated.

"Good" Will laughed. "We're saving it for the club. Remember?"

--

We grabbed a cab to a steak house that Open Table recommended. I had a bit of a pit in my stomach. I wasn't sure what was going to happen tonight. I was anxious. Will looked cool. He was dressed in jeans and a tight, white short-sleeved button-down shirt. There were cuffs around the arms that made his biceps look bigger. When we were alone in the elevator I'd reached over and unbuttoned two more of the buttons so you could see the firm definition of his newly smooth, tanned pecs. He'd tamed his curly hair into a high pompadour of stiff product on top. He'd shaved off his beard and looked like he was 28. My dark, wavy, shoulder-length hair was usually slicked back with gel to make it look straight. Will told me to leave it natural which left it a mass of long, dark waves that hung over half my face. My classic black Ray Bans kept it out of my eyes.

I was wearing tight jeans, my black leather biker boots, and one of Will's black tee shirts. Since he was a size smaller, he thought it would look hot being so tight. My biceps bulged through the piping and my trimmed chest hair poked through the V neck. The shirt was just a tad too short so when I lifted my arms up you could read the "Bike" logo on the front of Jake's jock. It wasn't really ideal attire for the steakhouse, but we sat at the bar and no one seemed to notice.

I felt Will's palm between my shoulder blades. "Your entire jock strap waistband is sticking up above your jeans." He whispered in my ear when he came back from the restroom.

"Is that a bad thing?" I asked sitting upright and pulling down the shirt.

"In here, I think it's gonna get you some looks." He said.

"I paid the bill. It's 10:05. Let's get to the club." I said and slid off my bar stool and patted Will on the back.

"Where to?" The cab driver asked us.

"Cell Block." I said, with a little apprehension.

"You sure?" He said with a judgmental look on his face. "You know what kind of place that is?"

"We're sure." Will said. The driver was silent the entire trip which took about 15 minutes. I put my hand on Will's knee and slowly slid it down to feel his inner thigh. I could feel the heat from his groin. Will leaned over and whispered in my ear. "I don't have anything to tell you; I just want to make the driver uncomfortable." He bit my ear lobe and I giggled since it tickled. I turned my head and kissed him until the driver glanced back at us in the rearview mirror. He scowled. He finally dropped us off at the front of the club. We saw the long line of people waiting to get in behind the velvet rope. The driver shook his head and peeled away. Will and I looked at each other as if to say, "here we go" before jumping out of a plane to skydive.

We went to the end of the line. There were about ten people ahead of us and soon there were more behind us than in front. The line didn't seem to be moving. There was a group of four young college- aged boys right behind us. They were all kind of scrawny but cute.

"Hey, daddies! You come here a lot?" The tallest one asked us as if he knew the answer was 'no.'

"Nope. First time." Will said innocently but with surprising confidence.

"From out of town? Having a wild night out in the big city?" The shortest, most buff one added.

"Something like that." Will said. He was having fun flirting.

"You guys a couple?" A new one with red spiky hair asked. We looked at each other.

I said, "no" at the exact same time Will said, "yeah." We looked at each other again and then both changed our answers. The foursome busted out laughing. The tall one said. "That's so cute." And the ginger boy said, "I predict they're going to have a lot of fun tonight." As if we weren't there.

"We'll take you home if you like." The last one said jokingly batting his eye lashes.

"Or just take you to a bathroom stall." The ginger boy added.

"We'll keep that in mind." I said, politely but the boy seemed mildly offended like I was dismissing him. I smiled at him and looked his body over. He grabbed my bicep and squeezed and puckered his lips like he was blowing me a kiss. I felt myself blush. That made him happy. I casually hooked my fingers through Will's belt loops and pulled him close to me. I heard the ginger boy whisper "aww" to his buddy.

The bouncer had only let in a group of drunk women who were obviously on a bachelorette party and two big black dudes. We hadn't really been watching the door because the line wasn't moving, when the scarier of the two bouncers walked down the steps and past several patrons and stopped in front of us. Will looked nervous. I felt it as well.

"Names?" He said sternly.

"Um why?" I asked. This was weird.

"You wanna get in or not? What are your fucking names?" He asked again.

"Uh, Matt and Will. Why?" I said wondering if we were being punk'd.

"Come with me. You're in." He said. We stood there looking confused. "You're on the list." He said. "Dix put you on the list. Let's go."

"Oh. Awesome. Thank you." I said. Will looked relieved. We turned back to the foursome who stood dumbfounded that we had connections and had been magically granted entry to the fun house. "See you boys inside."

--

We got through security and surveyed the landscape. The place was huge. There were three bars in the main room which was a large "U" shaped space with a balcony level around the three sides that all faced a traditional stage that was hidden by a black velvet curtain. The center space was a two-story dance floor over which about 25 mirror balls of all different sizes hung at varying heights above the floor. Each one had multi-colored lights aimed at them so the entire room became a swirling rainbow kaleidoscope. Not very subtle, but it was an amazing spectacle. The thumping dance music was so loud in the main room that you had to be right up against someone's ear to be heard. I made a drinking motion to Will and nodded toward the bigger bar in the back. He nodded back and we stood in a line that was three people deep.

The crowd was 95 percent guys and at least three quarters of them were under 25, and it seemed like all of them were hot - and most were also sweaty. It seemed like a quarter of the guys on the dance floor were shirtless. I wasn't sure where their shirts had gone but I didn't care. There was so much beautiful glossy skin on display. Arms up in the air showing off sweaty, fuzzy pits, thrusting hips grinding against each other, guys reaching around each other to touch their friends or lovers or strangers.

As soon as we got two beers, I grabbed Will by the hand and dragged him to the dance floor. As we made our way through the crowd, young guys brushed against us, casually feeling our arms and our chests, and grabbing our asses. I'd never experienced being man-handled before and I was flattered and anxious and intimidated all at the same time. We stopped near the center of the mass of bodies. I held up my bottle to Will. He clinked mine with his and we simultaneously took long gulps and smiled at each other. We started to feel the music and dance. Initially I just watched Will. His newly clean-shaven face looked chiseled but soft. I leaned in to kiss him. He looked nervous but then quickly gave in and met my lips. It was exhilarating to make out in public - to know people could see us. We didn't have to hide. No one thought it was strange or shocking. No one cared.

There were four gold cages a little bigger than the size of a phone booth, one in each corner of the dance floor. They were on large cylindrical pedestals about five feet high. Each had a go-go boy inside holding on to the bars and dancing. I started to laugh and turned to Will and nodded my head toward the cage closest to us. Dix was staring right at us and smiling as he thrust his hips in our direction while holding on with both hands and humping his crotch against one of the bars. He was wearing a wrestling singlet. I couldn't believe he'd dressed up just for us. Then I glanced at the other three cages and saw that all of the go-go boys were in singlets. He'd coordinated them. Maybe it was more well known that the tournament was taking place than I'd considered. Regardless it was hot as hell. Their singlets were not regulation, however. They were cut all the way down into their pelvis.

Two of the dancers appeared to have nothing on underneath and their dark trimmed pubes were on display. The one in the far corner had on an assless singlet that showed off a beautiful, smooth, little bubble butt. Dix had a Bike jock on underneath. The wide waistband and logo were clearly visible. Dix's singlet was white with red piping around all of the openings. His entire jockstrap was visible through the thin fabric. His long cock was folded down over his balls in the pouch making a large, curved bulge. He'd shaved his chest and scruffy face so he looked even more like he was still in high school. We made eye contact and smiled. I reached down and undid my jeans and opened the top just enough to show off the Bike logo. He laughed and reached into his singlet, over the top of his jock pouch and grabbed his junk and squeezed it. Then he blew us a kiss which did not go unnoticed by some of the boys grinding around us.

I quickly buttoned my fly back up. He turned around and shook his beautiful, round ass at us and bent over and grabbed his ankles. You could clearly see where the back of the pouch connected to his leg straps through the white Lycra. He stuck his hand between his legs, sticking his middle finger up between his ass cheeks and slowly ran it down his crack until he'd grabbed his bulge again and turned around toward us. Will put his arm around my shoulder and we grinned and toasted to his hotness and then kissed each other.

I felt someone grind up behind me and I broke our kiss. There were two handsome college boys dancing next to us. One of them had moved behind me and was thrusting his crotch against my ass. I felt his bulge. I couldn't tell if he was hard or just well-endowed but I liked it. Will smiled at me so I went with it. I reached behind my head and ran my fingers through the boy's hair. I didn't even remember exactly what he looked like. The back of his neck was sweaty. I felt his stubble against my shoulder and felt him kiss it. I felt my cock grow in my jeans and strain against the tight jockstrap pouch. It was uncomfortable but I was glad I wasn't going to tent my pants.

The other guy was taller and blonde. He reached out toward Will and unbuttoned his tight white shirt the rest of the way and pulled each side apart. His hands then gently caressed Will's pecs until his fingers turned and he ran the backs of them down the center of Will's abs until they reached the exposed waistband of his -my - crisp, white Calvins. He moved closer and slyly slid his fingers down until they must have reached his trimmed pubes. He pulled Will into him, wrapped both arms around his neck and kissed him. It was like slow motion and so hot. I turned my head around and started making out with the guy behind me who had short black hair that was all thick and messy and spiked up on top. I could feel the heat from his body and smell his inexpensive cologne. His full lips and five o'clock shadow made my dick drip. I reached around and grabbed his ass. It was firm and round like a soccer ball. I pulled him against me.

This was amazing. I'd never felt so horny. How was I not even this horny in my youth? I was feeling up a total stranger in front of hundreds of people. I felt my cock pulse with my heartbeat. I wanted to bend him over and fuck him right there on the dance floor. But I was also enjoying just feeling his warm wet mouth and his strong tongue swirling around. I felt other hands on me as well and someone else grabbed my ass. It was as if getting the attention of Dixon and then these two hot guys made all of the boys nearby want us as well. This jock was seeming like less of a good idea now. I was getting sore rubbing against the tight waistband. It was so hard it hurt from trying to escape. It wasn't my size which made it even worse. I wanted to just drop trou and strip out of it.

I slid my middle finger down the back of this boy's jeans between his ass cheeks. I love that spot at the top of a crack so much. He had a lightly fuzzy ass; I wanted to see it naked. My mouth was dry with desire. I took another sip of beer and he grabbed it when I was finished and took a big swig too. Then he kissed me again and I tasted the beer on his lips and his breath. I stuck my tongue in as far as it would go and he sucked on it like it was my dick. I pressed my crotch against him and felt his bulge against mine. He was definitely hard now poking at my thigh.

Then as suddenly as he'd come into my personal space, he left it. He moved back and his partner in crime came between us and they started making out instead. I stood there looking at them, probably like a lost puppy. The boy who'd been making out with Will laughed and leaned in to kiss me. He tasted minty and sweet. Will then moved in and stuck his mouth in the mix and took over. The young boys turned to each other and quickly became lost in the crowd.

Holy fuck, that was hot. I felt for Will's dick. He was rock hard too. He smiled. Then a boy behind him grabbed his shirt and pulled it off of his shoulders and down from behind. He threw it over his shoulder and felt Will's pecs. Then he moved toward me. He reached out and grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head. The second he saw my thick pits he dove his face into one and licked it. When he'd gotten my shirt all the way off. He looked down at my exposed jock and smiled. He reached around pulled on the waistband from behind and hooked the tee shirt through it.

We all danced together and eventually he moved on. It was so liberating just bouncing and grinding, rubbing, and touching and being touched. I couldn't remember when I'd felt so free and alive. I wanted to suck a cock so badly. I want to consume some manhood, to dance and suck and swallow and thrust and fuck. I was not thinking clearly.

I finished my beer and motioned to Will that we needed more. I'd had two large martinis at the steakhouse so I had a good buzz going. He nodded and we slowly worked our way out of the crowd.

"That was so hot. So much fun. I can't remember the last time I danced." Will yelled into my ear after we'd gotten another beer.

"I know. Wanna go back for more?" I said with my lips against his jaw line at his ear. "By the way, you look so hot clean shaven." Will smiled at me. We went back to the dance floor and did it all over again.

After about twenty more minutes. Will yelled in my ear that he had to pee. I nodded and left the dance floor again. We stopped for another beer and then headed for the can. The restroom was huge. There was a room with just sinks and those old-fashioned rotating cloth towel machines, I assumed to save on paper waste. Beyond that was a large room with about ten stalls on one side and a long trough-style metal urinal on the other. Above the trough was a short wall that hid the plumbing pipes and a made a shelf that was the perfect size and height to put your beer bottle or drink glass on while you took a leak. Above that was a long window so everyone taking a piss was also staring out through the glass. I wondered what that must look like from outside - just a row of guys standing next to each other for a minute and then leaving.

I stepped up to the trough and pulled my button fly open and pulled the jock pouch to the side. It felt so good to set my still-plump cock free of its uncomfortable confines. There was a tall, young guy next to me on my right that was built like a football player. He had buzz cut blonde hair. His fat schlong was hanging through the fly of his bright pink briefs. I stared down at it. The spot to my left opened up and Will took that place. I'd never been able to stand and watch a guy piss at a urinal next to me without trying hard not to be caught looking. I glanced up at his face and he was looking down at my junk. I switched to looking to my left and saw a line of about six other guys past Will, all with a variety of sizes and pubes and all pissing into the gray steel. I went back to my right and a new guy had stepped up and was pulling his dick out and staring straight ahead.

"What the fuck!?" I heard Will say and I turned around to my left just in time to see Scott come out of the stall behind us with a shorter Latino guy who was very hot. Scott was wiping his mouth on his sleeve and Latino boy was tucking in his shirt and zipping his fly.

"No way!?" I said and Scott looked up and saw us. He looked shocked and scared and then confused and then amused and then shocked again. He took off through the exit at the opposite side of the room from where we came in.

Will and I followed him through the door, still buttoning up our pants as we did. It bugged me not to wash my hands. We expected the door to lead back out to the corridor but instead it lead to a dark lounge. The room was lit by only red lights at the floor and was just a bunch of black leather sofas and ottomans. Each one had two or three guys in various stages of undress engaged in various stages of sex. Most were some form of blow job, but there was a couple in the corner with a blonde twink in assless briefs straddling a guy on the sofa and sitting on his fat, condom-clad cock. There were two guys on their knees blowing their 'dates' on the sofa. There was a guy standing on the sofa with his jeans pulled down to his thighs, straddling his buddy and fucking his face. One guy was sucking on a big, shirtless bear's nipples. Some were simply making out and groping. I'd never seen anything like it. It was like a live porno movie. It was a secret sex room that you could only get to from the restroom.

We saw another door under a red exit sign in the process of closing and made a bee line for it. On the other side was an outdoor patio that was apparently the smoker's lounge. It was completely fenced in behind tall, solid wood walls, and had about ten tables and chairs. We spied Scott in the corner. He'd just bummed a cigarette off of someone who was providing a light. He looked up from his drag just as we got to him. He was expecting us to follow. This was the only place quiet enough to actually have a conversation.

"So. This is unexpected." He said exhaling a cloud of smoke in our direction. "I have to admit, I wondered if I'd see anyone I recognized here, but never thought it would be either of you."

"Can I have a drag off that?" Will asked reaching for Scott's cigarette. Scott politely shared it. Will took a hit and offered it to me. I smiled but shook my head and he handed it back to Scott.

This explained so much. It accounts for his overcompensating alpha assholery around the guys. He seemed slightly more jovial now that we were all locked in the implied discretion of mutually assured destruction. This was all our little secret now and it was actually nice to have another member in the club, even if that one member was still a bit of a douche bag. Will thought he was hot. I guess he's handsome enough in a generic, preppy, salesman way. He had short brown hair, parted on the side, fine features, hazel eyes. His body was solid and fit. He'd played football in high school which we knew because he mentioned it far too often, but was from a small, private school so didn't have the beefy heft one would expect. Still, he had decent guns in his blue dress shirt and a beefy ass in his khaki slacks. His loafers actually had pennies in them. He had zero street cred and I'd have bet a thousand dollars his car radio was currently set to Yacht Rock even though that wasn't even his era.

"So how did that Latino boy taste?" I asked cutting to the chase. Scott looked shocked and embarrassed but then realized I wasn't giving him shit, I was actually hungry for dick and jealous of his horny bathroom encounter.

"He was uncut." Was all he said.

"You like that?" I asked.

"I do." He said, still leery of me I could tell. He knew I didn't like him. I tried to be more generous.

"So, Tom wasn't too happy about the middle of the night wank." I said and he started to look pissed. "You should have come over to our room." He face immediately relaxed and then he smiled.

"I wish I'd known." He said. "So, did you plan this out? I didn't even know you two really knew each other. I mean I know Eric and Jake are buddies..."

"We sorta just figured this out." Will said. Scott's eyes got wide and he coughed his last drag out right at Will's face.

"No shit!?" He said. Will filled him in on our whirlwind trip into the fast lane this week. "No fucking way."

All of a sudden Will just went in for a kiss. He caught Scott off guard but he still responded. Will is several inches taller and it made Scott look vulnerable. Scott reached over and groped Will's crotch. "You liked that." He said gripping Will's boner through his jeans and feeling his newly smooth pecs. He leaned down and sucked on Will's nipple.

'He's a pig.' I thought. Will can't possibly really like that.

"Hey, can you guys help me get out of this fucking jockstrap? It's killing me." I said and I stuck my hand down my pants to scratch my nuts.

"You wanna go into a stall and strip out of them?" Will asked.

"Just take 'em off here." Scott said. "No one cares."

"Huh?" I said. "No one cares if just strip naked outside?"

"Nope." He said. "You saw what was going on in the next room. Seriously. Just take it off." I had to admit that the thought of just getting naked outside in front of everyone sounded hot.

"Ok, I guess." I said. Will looked at me surprised but he smiled. "Can you at least stand in front of me?" Will moved in front of me. Scott didn't move. Asshole. I bent down and unzipped the sides of my boots and kicked them off. It was weird being in socks on the concrete patio. I was shirtless already so when I pulled my button fly open and yanked down my jeans I was just left standing in a jock and my socks. My cock had been leaking all night and there was a silver dollar sized wet spot on the front. Several guys on the patio all started looking over. I felt embarrassment mixed with an exhibitionist thrill.

"Hurray up, Bud." Will said.

"Nice." Scott said and reached over to grab my pouch. He held it and jostled my balls around a little. It felt good. He could have asked first though. Then he leaned over and sucked on my nipple. He raised my arm above my head and stuck his nose in my arm pit and licked it. It tickled and I jerked my arm down. "You need some help with that?" He added as he grabbed my waist band and pulled the jock down to my ankles. "Step out of 'em, Matt." I froze in shock at being buck naked. My cock was sticking straight out and a long strand of precum hung from the tip. Several guys stared - some with lust, some to laugh. Scott was crouched on the balls of his feet so it was a short drop to his knees. He grabbed my ass and took me in his mouth. I couldn't believe I was naked and getting head outside on a patio full of twenty something guys. More than half of them were now turned to watch me. There was a mix of reactions on their faces. Some clearly found it hot and were grabbing at their stiffening dicks through their pants, others looked like they were watching me take a dump. For a second I gave myself over to his mouth, putting my hands on his head and slowly pumping in and out. I was now fully hard and had been so turned on for so long that I could feel myself already getting close. I looked over at Will who had a sort of child-like look of confusion. It was obnoxious that after Will clearly found Scott attractive and was obviously open to messing around, that Scott had chosen my cock to suck on. I'm sure it was mostly that my boner was naked and there for the taking but still - what a giant dick - and not in the good way.

This is not how I wanted to blow my load. If anything, I wanted to fuck Scott up the ass. I think Will had the same idea. He'd gotten behind Scott and was playing with his butt through his pants - massaging his ass and groping his junk from behind. He leaned over Scott's back and we kissed. Scott pulled off and stood up pushing me back and pushing Will away behind him. He started kissing me instead. I looked at Will with wide eyes trying to send the message that this was unwanted. Will reached around and started to unbuckle Scott's pants from behind.

"Take it inside, boys." One of the guys said to us.

"No way. Let 'em stay. I wanna watch." Another replied.

I broke away from Scott and bent down, grabbed my jeans, and pulled them back on commando. It was a challenge to button my boner up in my pants but was such a relief to be out of that jock. Half of the crowd made a sad 'Awww' sound when they saw we were taking someone's advice and leaving. The other half of the crowd applauded. I turned around and tossed the jockstrap over my shoulder and into the crowd like a bride tossing her bouquet to the bridesmaids. They all cheered as someone caught it.

"I think you need to come to a stall." I sternly said to Scott as we entered back into the dark sex lounge.

"Why don't we just stay in here?" Scott asked. I just pushed him forward between the shoulder blades and guided him back into the restroom. It was still crowded but there was an empty stall in the middle that someone was just leaving. I went in first and pulled Scott in by his shirt collar.

"Pull his fucking pants down." I said to Will. He smiled and started back at Scott's khakis from behind. I pulled my jeans down to my ankles. I stood and jacked my cock as Will pulled down Scott's pants and underwear together. "Hold his arms behind him." Will did as he was told. I sat down on the toilet seat, spread my legs wide and grabbed Scott's balls. "When was the last time you shot your load, lover boy?" I asked him. His expression was a mix of lust and fear - mostly lust.

"This morning in the shower." He answered.

"What were you doing out until 2:30 in the morning? Were you here?" He shook his head.

"Were you sucking cock?" I asked. He nodded. "Did you swallow like a good boy?" He nodded again.

"Good." I said. "I'm gonna need you to swallow." He looked up at me and there was a little smile. "You gotta condom?" He shook his head again. I looked at Will and looked over at the door behind him. Will smiled. He'd understood.

He opened the door and said loudly, "who's got a condom?" Five guys reached into their pockets or wallets and offered one up. He wisely grabbed a ribbed Trojan with extra lube and thanked the boy.

"Go for it!" The boy said back as Will closed the stall door and ripped it open with his teeth. There was knock at the stall door. Will looked confused but opened it. A different guy was offering up a small tube of lotion. "Lube." He said. Will pulled him to his face and gave him a kiss. The boy smiled as he closed the door again.

Scott's cock was swinging between his legs, half hard and oozing precum. I leaned over and grabbed his dick and engulfed his mushroom head in my mouth. "Jesus!" We heard from the top of the stall. Two young college boys were standing on the toilet in the adjacent stall watching over the top. They were staring at Scott's cock. It wasn't even fully hard and it was longer than Will's and fatter than mine. I went back down on it and took as much as my newbie mouth could handle. He was bigger than Tommy Defendi - and Dix. There was still plenty left to grab onto and stroke. "Fuck yeah!" One of the boys said! "Suck that fucking horse cock!" I sat and sucked and stroked really getting off on the audience. Will was slathering his latex-covered boner with lotion and pushing Scott's back down with his other hand. Then he squirted out the last of the lotion onto his two middle fingers and I watched as they disappeared down Scott's crack behind him. Scott grunted as Will inserted his fingers.

I pulled off of Scott's massive wang and sat up on the back of toilet tank. The porcelain was cold on my bare ass. "Your turn again." I said to Scott. He obeyed and went down on me. Will lined up Scott's ass and started to work it in. "Have you been fucked before?" I asked him. He nodded enthusiastically and hummed "mmm mmm" on my cock head which felt amazing. Will smiled and slowly started working his long cock up Scott's hole. He pulled off me as Will broke through his pucker and groaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain. I have to admit I liked seeing him a little uncomfortable. Once Will was all the way in and starting to pump, I grabbed Scott by his hair and guided him back on to my cock to be properly spit roasted.

There were now about six guys all hanging over the top of the stalls watching us use Scott's holes. Will and I smiled at each other as we shook our heads as if to say, "what the actual fuck? How did we get to this shit show of horniness?"

"I'm gonna nut, Scott. You want it on your face or in your mouth?" I asked. He just kept sucking. I turned to the guys on my right. "I think he just said 'mouth.' Is that what you heard?" They laughed and nodded and cheered. "Here it comes." I said and I closed my eyes and felt my cum load flow from my balls out into his warm, wet mouth. I could tell my first shot was forceful and two more shot out in rapid succession. It caught Scott off guard and he instinctively pulled off. Being the asshole that he is he didn't keep pumping my cock so I had to grab it myself and keep jacking as my next three shots hit him across the face. The audience cheered again and high fived me over the stall. "C'mon, buddy. Fill him up." I said to Will. "You getting close?" Will nodded. "Do it. Breed this fucker." I said. He liked that. Maybe it was the breeding comment. Will closed his eyes, grabbed Scott by the hips and started pumping him hard, making loud slapping sounds against his ass. The audience, joined by a few voices behind the door, started chanting. "Cum! Cum! Cum!" like we were in a Fraternity X video. It was sleazy and hot and kind of scary. I felt like bouncers, or the cops, were going to raid the place any second.

Finally, Will grunted loudly and stopped and I could tell his cock was pulsing inside Scott's hole as he was unloading his nut. Then he started slowly thrusting again to get that last wave of orgasm out. He pulled out and pulled off his condom and held it up. It was very full. The audience cheered again and then jumped down from their perches and left us alone to clean up.

"You need to get off?" I asked Scott.

"I did." He said looking up at me. I glanced down and saw the large wet spot under him. I was actually sorry I'd missed seeing that baseball bat of a boner unload. I wondered if he'd jacked off or just shot his load without touching himself. We each got ourselves put back together and exited the stall. There were no more cheers, only a room full of guys staring at us. Scott just took off back out to the patio undoubtedly to bum another cigarette. Suddenly in my post-orgasm recovery, I was shocked at my behavior and felt some shame for getting so out of control. That was hot but fucking around with Will and Dix was fun because I liked them; they were both cool guys. I wasn't sure what that was that we'd just done, but it felt different.

"Chill, Matt. That was super fucking hot. We're here to fucking cut loose and have a night that's gonna last us for a few hundred wanks once we're home. Don't freak out." Will said as if he'd read my mind. "I know it's an asshole thing to say, but it felt so fucking good to fuck that douche bag up the ass."

I was shocked. Happy, but shocked. "I kinda thought you were into him."

"I thought he was good looking - on Thursday." Will said. "But that fucker opens his mouth and...I don't even know what to say. Let's just say we each fucked an asshole tonight." I laughed.

There was a kid on his knees with his legs hanging out of the last booth. Suddenly we were old news. On our way of the restroom, we saw the tall scrawny boy and his ginger friend from the line outside. They were walking in. They immediately recognized us and smiled and nodded. We smiled back. I felt better. We were among a very large group of men who just wanted to have a good time and not be judged or worry about what anyone thought. So, we did something slutty that a bunch of people watched. At least no one had their phones out. That's a fucking miracle.

We saw Dixon walking toward us. He saw us and smiled. "You guys having fun?" He asked.

"We are officially having a crazy time." Will said with the enthusiasm of teenager who'd just gotten his driver's license and is already speeding. "Thanks again for getting us in." Dix looked like a happy older brother who already knew the ropes and understood the fun we were having. It was a funny dynamic given how much older we were than him. I was wishing we would have saved ourselves for an after party with him instead of making assess of ourselves with Scott.

"Come downstairs with me." Dix said. He was still in his singlet but had pulled it down around his waist. "Where's your jockstrap, Matt?" He added raising his eyebrow.

"Oh, uh, I had to ditch it. It was really uncomfortable." I said.

"I heard all about it. You're famous now. The guy tossing jockstraps in the smoking lounge." He laughed. I cringed and blushed. I think I hung my head down. Dix laughed harder and added, "no worries, Matt. It's the craziest thing that's happened out there tonight." And then he added, "so far." I felt a small amount of relief. "By night's end, it's not even going to make the top ten tonight, probably." He paused. "Well actually it will make the top ten, but not number one." He laughed again. "So, you guys found some after party hook up friends yet?"

"Sort of." Will commented. Dix just looked confused.

"We ran into one of the other tournament dads here. We caught him blowing a hot Latino boy in the bathroom." I said.

"Damn. What'd he do? I suppose this is a 'what happens at the tournament, stays at the tournament' type of situation." Dix said.

"Exactly." I replied.

Dix lead us down to the basement where there was another smaller bar. We went through that to what turned out to be the go-go boy's dressing room. The other three dancers were there changing. The two dark haired boys were already dressed in full sweat suits zipped all the way up to their necks. The blonde boy was completely naked. He was drying off his sweat and reapplying deodorant. He looked like the statue of David. His body was perfect. He had curly golden hair, a full curly blonde bush, some hair on his shins and his pits, but was otherwise hairless.

Dix introduced us. The boys were very polite. "So, these are the DILFs you partied with yesterday?" One of the dark-haired boys asked Dix.

"These are indeed the hot daddies." Dix said, smiling at us. "They're here to watch our show."

"You did a good job of describing them, D. They're definitely as hot as you said they were." The naked blonde boy said. Then he pulled his singlet back on, pulled the legs down just like our sons do, and then grabbed his pubes and pulled them up so they fluffed out the top - not at all like our sons do. Will and I stared at him like he was lemonade on a hot day. Will got a visible boner. All four of the boys noticed and started to laugh. Will blushed and covered his crotch with his hands.

"No need to hide that here, Mr. Hot Man. Here, we show that shit off. That's advertising. And I like what you're selling." The blond boy said and walked over to grab Will's crotch through his jeans. "Ignore, Robbie. He needs to bust a nut or something. He's always saying shit like that." Dix said and almost sounded embarrassed his coworkers were being so forward. "Hey! You shaved! I knew something was different. Oh my god, your face too!" I bust out laughing at the fact that Dix had noticed his chest was shaved before his beard was gone.

"You did too!" I said to Dix. "Looks hot, although I like the scruffy face." Dix smiled.

"Come back up to the dance floor. I think you're gonna like our show." Dix said as he zipped up his track suit and four of them ran through the bar and up the stairs in perfect unison.

We followed behind them. Dix and Robbie grabbed our hands and brought us through the crowd. They cleared a spot in the middle of the floor and the DJ stopped the music and announced that there was a big school wrestling tournament in town and these four guys had come over to show us how it's done. Will and I looked at each other in amazement. We had no idea that these guys did anything beyond dance in the cages. The DJ started a hip hop song that neither of us recognized and the boys started in on their choreography. They danced in unison like a boy band and then paired off into twos and started a dance interpretation of a wrestling match. They circled around each other reaching for their 'opponent's' crotches or asses. They got close and wrapped their arms together in a head lock, but then started kissing before breaking apart and doing it all again. Then the DJ blew a whistle and they stopped and got into the referee's position where one wrestler is on his hands and knees and his opponent is on one knee with his hands on their elbow and the other around their waist.

The Whistle blew again and they did a series of moves that involved grabbing each other's junk, reaching through their opponent's legs from behind, laying on their opponent's back, spreading their legs apart and humping their asses. It was hot and cool as each twosome was aligned perfectly to the other. Their dance ended with the four of them going out into the audience and grabbing someone. Dix grabbed me and Robbie grabbed Will. They got us into a head lock and then started making out with us while grabbing our junk and then our asses. The dark-haired boys had done the same with two hunky college boys. The crowd went crazy. Then all of the lights went out for a couple of seconds and the music stopped. Then the DJ blew the whistle again and the lights came back on and the boys had all dropped to their knees and were pretending to blow us. The crowd cheered again and the boys dragged us into the center of the circle and the dance party went back to normal. Dix kissed me and yelled into my ear, "Thanks for playing along. Hope you liked it!" I mouthed, 'it was amazing' and I smiled and kissed him back. Then he turned and worked his way through the crowd and climbed back up into his cage with the other three. I looked around for Will and finally spotted him. We hugged and kissed and danced for another 20 minutes. We were both ready for a break.

We headed back downstairs to the basement bar so we could hear each other talk. We got another unnecessary beer and chugged half of it simply because we'd been sweating so much. We each dried ourselves off with our shirt which were now not really fit to put back on so we remained shirtless. My jeans had gotten loose from all of the dancing and were hanging low. Some guy came up behind me and stuck his finger down my ass cleavage. It startled me and I back into him. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck and said, "Hi there! You're cute! And who's your friend?" We introduced ourselves. His name was Patrick. He looked like a 30-year-old Paddy O'Brien. Dark and hairy like a slightly younger version of me. He had three buddies who's names I forgot the second I heard them. They asked us if we wanted to hang out with them. Will and I looked at each other and nodded. Patrick was a lawyer which no one could have guessed as he was also shirtless and in jeans. He had a goatee and tattoo of a huge dragon across his back and shoulder. He said he made sure you couldn't see any of it in a dress shirt and tie. He was hot. I wanted to make out with him and suck his dick. I was a little drunk. Will appeared to be into a tall, beefy dude with a reddish-brown buzz cut. I think his name was Caleb. Caleb had his hand around Will's back and was massaging his neck. I had a boner. How could I be horned up again?

I liked this basement bar. It was more like a pub and had kind of a punk edge to it that was completely different from the dance club upstairs. The other two guys were clearly a couple. Their names were Max and Chris and they were closer to our age, maybe 35. No one had shirts on. Patrick's hand was on my thigh and was slowly working its way to my crotch. I decided to just make it easy. I spready my legs a little more and slid down into the seat and put my arms up on the back of the booth behind me. I was rubbing my leg up against his as we talked. Finally, his hand brushed against my balls. I smiled. "My cock's along the other leg." I said. He laughed out loud and reached over and felt my boner and kissed me.

"You're commando." Patrick said into my mouth.

I laughed. "I wasn't when I came here."

He pulled away and looked at me confused. "You had underwear when you got here?" He laughed again. "What happened?"

"For some reason I thought wearing a jockstrap would be sexy." I said.

"Rookie mistake." He said smiling.

"You hit the nail on the head there." I said. He looked confused again. I told him an abbreviated version of how we got here. He looked surprised and oddly a little disappointed. "Was that the wrong story to tell?" I asked.

"No. Not at all. I'm sorry." I've been through a bad break up recently and just got to the point where I was in the market again. You know, for a real relationship, not just a weekend one-nighter." He said and paused. "You seemed like potential for more so I guess I was a little disappointed to hear you're from out of town and not really on that same wavelength."

"Is that a deal breaker?" I said. "I'm recently divorced so not sure what my future holds."

"You're hot." He said smiling.

"So not a deal-breaker?" I said laughing. "You are the one who stuck your finger in my ass crack after all."

"Exactly." Patrick said and put his lips on mine again. I felt his chest and abs. I couldn't quite reach his crotch so I shifted positions and put my hand on his lap. He was pretty chubby down there.

"I'm horny." I said. "I wanna see what this looks like." I squeezed his dick. "And tastes like."

"Whoa, buddy." Patrick said.

"I'm sorry." I said and sat back up and grabbed my beer again. Will was making out with Caleb as were the other two guys.

"Don't be. I'm horny too. We just can't get into much here." He said.

"Have you been in the restrooms here?" I thought to myself. Clearly not everyone was as slutty as me. This seemed like a good thing. I don't want another Scott moment. I decided not to offer up a recap of my evening.

Out of nowhere, Dix walked by and reached into the booth and grabbed my nipple without saying anything and continued walking.

"A friend of yours?" Patrick said in amazement.

"Um. Actually, yes." I said laughing. "That's Dix. He's actually the reason why we're here tonight."

"Dicks?" Patrick said.

"D. I. X." I spelled it. "Short for Dixon."

"Ah. Cool." Patrick said. "he's cute. Nice butt."

"No shit! Right?" I said.

"We're thinking an after party somewhere?" Will said. He had his arm around Caleb and they looked like they'd hatched a plan.

Caleb just nodded, "My place. What do you think?" He directed the question to Patrick who appeared to be the voice of reason in the group.

"We're out." One of the couple said.

"We have brunch tomorrow and have to make cheesy potatoes." The other one added. "We're gonna head out." They were in the center of the semi-circular booth so Will and Caleb scooted out and slid back in when they'd all said their goodbyes. Caleb slid all the way around so that he was right next to Patrick.

"C'mon, Buddy." He said putting his arm around Patrick and squeezing my hand behind him as if to enlist me in his plan to continue the fun.

"C'mon, Buddy." I added. "I really wanna see your dick out of those jeans." Patrick's expression didn't change. Will looked at him with puppy dog eyes. Patrick smiled.

"See." Caleb said. "This nice man wants to get to know your Johnson, Mr. Johnson." Was his last name actually 'Johnson'? "and this other handsome fellow seems equally interested in getting to know mine." Patrick laughed and looked at Will again who was nodding enthusiastically. "Let's have a little party at my place. You're single now. You should start acting like it."

Patrick turned to me and was about to speak. I stopped him by planting my mouth on his and giving him the best kiss I knew how. "looks like we're having ourselves an after party, boys!"