The Further Adventures of Justin & Billy Chapter 7 -- Part II From Billy's viewpoint
I didn't want to ever leave the club that night. I just wanted to hang with Todd and the gang. But the truth is that I don't remember much of what happened next. I know that I kept knocking back those imported beers that Todd and Phil liked. Pretty soon I was slammed.
Most everything after that is a blank until I remember Todd got a text message. Afterwards he said he had to go. I remember telling him I'd go with him. He said something like, "Not tonight. Maybe next time."
But maybe he didn't say that. I can remember how he put his hand in my lap and took hold of my semi-hard cock. It had been on standby or harder all night. I'd almost had a constant boner from the time I left to go to that club.
Todd gave my cock a squeeze and it started to thicken and grow. I felt the heat spread through me whenever he touched me. I remember how good that felt and how I let out a deep, guttural groan. I wanted him so bad.
"Sorry," he said and his eyes looked like he really meant it. "I didn't mean to get you excited and then run out on you."
"That's OK," I said, but he could probably tell I didn't mean it. I let my hand move to his crotch and returned the squeeze. He wasn't hard. At least not the way I was hard.
He sort of purred in my ear as I squeezed his cock. And left his hand where it was. Wrapped around my aching cock. The need this guy created in me was rushing through me. Pumping through my blood. Starting in my nuts and surging into every nerve ending.
Todd kept gently squeezing and releasing my throbbing cock in a tantalizing rhythm. I tried to imitate his movements, but I think I was too far gone. Even I knew I was just groping his cock. His perfect fucking cock. But I was doing the best I could. And I wasn't gonna stop until he made me.
I wanted to take Todd's cock out and suck it so bad. But just as I was ready to start opening his jeans, he said. "Gotta go. I really gotta go. I'm sorry. Will you be OK?"
I told him, "Sure." Of course I was far too gone to have a clue. But Kyle and Trent and Tom all told Todd not to worry. They'd get me home safe.
I don't really know what time that was and I don't remember much else until what seemed like much later. I was sitting at a different table with just Tom and me. We might have been doing a little kissing and maybe just playing with each other. I'm not too sure of any of that part. But I do remember Tom asking if I was gonna "dance for drinks."
It was about then that I like woke up out of my fog or something. Not because of what he said. My head was just starting to clear. Maybe I hadn't been drinking for a while. I don't really know.
I remember asking him what that meant. He said that on Saturday nights, just before closing, the bartenders picked three guys to dance on a little platform sort of area that jutted off the bar. I'd seen guys sitting around it on three sides, but didn't really know what it was for. It was like a table connected to the bar.
Anyway, Tom said the guys all dance for about five minutes and the one that gets the most tips gets free admission and free drinks on Saturday nights at the club for a month.
"So why don't you dance?" I asked Tom.
"I already did and I won this month. So I can't do it again for six months. But you should do it. We could hang here free for a couple of weeks."
I remember that he kissed me pretty good on the mouth after he said that and it somehow sealed the deal.
Tom led me over to the bartender and said, "My friend Billy wants to dance. You got a spot for him?"
"Could be," the bartender said, looking me up and down. "Can he dance?"
"Oh, he's really good. Better than me," Tom said. I don't think I'd been on the dance floor all night. At least not that I remembered.
So the deal was done. I was gonna be one of the three.
"Be back in 10 minutes," the bartender said sternly. "Don't dare stand me up or try to back out. You're on first." Until then, I hadn't realized we were gonna dance one at a time. I hadn't thought of it that way. I thought we'd all be dancing together. It scared me a little the way it was set up. One at a time. But obviously it wasn't gonna be cool if I split now.
Tom and I went back to our table and sat down and I started in with questions. "So what do I do?"
"Just dance. You can dance, can't you?"
"Yeah. I guess. A little. I mean I'm OK at it. What if I screw up?"
Tom looked a little displeased that I didn't seem to have more confidence. "Look," he finally said, "if you're not much of a dancer, just be sexy. The guys will go crazy and the tips will pour in. And I know you can be sexy." He kissed me again. Our tongues slid against each other. Explored. The kissing was easy. But dancing?
The next thing I knew I was behind the bar next to the bartender. He was showing me the steps - really a little ladder - to get up on the bar.
"What's your name so they can introduce you?" he asked. I told him and then he told me to strip to "your briefs or boxers or thong or whatever. You're on in 30 seconds."
I hadn't realized I had to drop my jeans for this. All I could think was I was glad I hadn't gone commando tonight. Somehow my mind hadn't focused on just how sheer and transparent my briefs were. And how provocatively they cradled my cock. Even half-hard, my cock was hanging straight out in front of me, curving up just a little in its sheer sling pouch.
I was heading up the ladder hearing my name announced when I noticed I could clearly feel how the N2Ns were like holding my cock up and out. It would have felt great if it hadn't sort of creped me out for a moment.
But there wasn't a lot of time to think about it. Suddenly I was standing virtually naked on a bar in front of 40 or more guys all yelling and clapping as some hardcore dance music started.
I heard some guy yell, "Well are you gonna dance or not?" I realized I wasn't even moving, just looking at the faces looking back at me. I realized I better start moving. Somehow I did. Not a lot at first, but when I started to move my hips, I could feel my cock swaying in those briefs. It felt really good and so I did it more.
Pretty soon the crowd seemed to be responding with some cheers and occasional clapping. And I realized I was getting pretty hard, which was completely obvious in the see-through briefs I was wearing.
I could feel a couple of guys' hands on my legs, stroking them. Caressing them. Then I remembered what Tom had said about being sexy.
I started playing to the guys who were touching me. Moving my hard cock closer to them. Turning my butt so they could touch it. And guys started sticking money in my little briefs.
When the first guy reached in and tucked a dollar in the skimpy waistband, I was so stunned I just stayed right in front of him. I let the back of his hand trail down my rock hard cock and then he stuck another bill in. I could do this, I thought. Fuck, there's nothing to it.
The tips and the hands kept coming. That seemed cool as I moved to another guy and then another, trying to make it work again. It did work. The more I let the guys' hands roam over me, the more the money came in and the hotter and hornier I got. And I could tell the audience was getting into it as much as I was.
I was leaking by then and it had to just be oozing right through the thin mesh of the briefs. I couldn't stop to look. But I knew.
Then I saw a really hot older guy holding up a $50 bill. I went over in front of him and just pumped my aching, throbbing cock in his face. "What can I do for you?" I cooed in my sexiest voice and let my hard-on brush against his cheek.
He reached out and wrapped his hand around my cock and started jerking it. I pulled back and he released it. But not fast enough. I heard it slap against my abs. It hurt a little, but the crowd was going wild over this. So I leaned down and kissed the guy and he slipped the bill in my briefs and copped another feel, rubbing a thumb across my cockhead. Smearing the goo around. It felt so good and I felt so fucking sexy.
Then I heard Tom's voice behind me saying, "Get on your knees in front of me."
I did as I was told, trying to make it look like part of my dance. I was kneeling in front of Tom. My hard cock about at his neck. My feet were tucked back under me as Tom put his hands on my chest and pushed me back slowly. My shoulders were nearing the bar's surface behind me. I was afraid for a minute I'd lose my balance and fall. But I didn't.
Soon I realized how sexy this must look, with my crotch thrust up. My hard-on so exposed. I just started pumping my crotch up and down. I don't know that I could have stopped if I tried. I was totally into this. Working my shoulders and thrusting my crotch.
Guys' hands were all over my body. Caressing me. Feeling me. Even kissing my nips. My hips. My neck. My mouth. Tongue! This guy had his tongue in my mouth. What a fucking slut I was. I just let them all play with me. It felt good.
I was so turned on by all the attention and the incredible aching in my crotch that I didn't give a fuck what anyone was doing to me.
I knew the music was coming to an end and I didn't want it to. It wasn't the money or the possibility of free drinks. It was just a huge turn-on. I knew I was near cumming if this went on much longer.
One guy's hand was trying to probe through the mesh of my briefs to get at my asshole. Then another put his warm, wet mouth over my crotch. The guy had taken my entire cock, or a lot of it anyway, into his fucking mouth. I was getting sucked off in front of all these guys.
I could sort of see myself in my mind and it was crazy. But fucking fantastic. Naked on that bar. I was like a porn star or something. Everybody wanted me. To touch me. To suck me. To fuck me. And I loved the feeling. The attention. The ache in my crotch. The heat of my body.
I lifted my shoulders so I could see who was sucking me. All I saw was this mop of blond hair covering my crotch and the most incredible sucking feeling on my cock. My cock was straining. Throbbing. Aching to cum. The warm moist feel of Tom's mouth was incredible, even though the briefs limited what he could do with his tongue.
Then I looked beyond Tom and saw the faces. Not just in my mind anymore. They were real. Gaping. Cheering. Some smiling. Some filled with lust. But all of them looking at me. They loved me. I turned them on. Got them hard. And they turned me on, too.
I was over the edge. My nuts were tight. I could feel my cum boiling up in me. Every muscle in my body went tight. My toes ached from the straining. I felt every vertebra in my back stretch. I knew what my body was preparing for. And then I heard Tom moan and felt him suck me even harder.
I came. It was huge. I knew it was more cum than . . . Faces flashed in my mind. Guys sucking my cock. I could see them all. Feel them all. Justin. Todd. Jess. Ted. H.R. Justin.
I was in a haze for a moment. I don't really know how long. Finally I lifted my shoulders a little to try to see Tom, realizing as I rose that there were hands all over my body still. Touching me everywhere.
Tom reached forward and helped lift me back up to my knees. My cum was running down his chin. Down his neck and chest. His face was covered in my cum and his saliva and god knows what else.
But now, with his hot lips away from my cock, it was almost like a frenzy among a bunch of young guys to immediately replaced them with their probing hands. Some just running their fingers through my cum covered crotch. Some sensually toying with my still aching cock through the mesh briefs. Looking back at it, I would expect . . . Fuck I don't know. It had just happened. I liked it. OK, I liked it a lot. I liked the guys. The attention. The fucking sex. Tom. All of it.
I think I would have been content to stay there in the center of this sexual frenzy forever. But soon - too soon - Tom was lifting me up and the bartender - none too pleased with my performance; he called me a "slut" - was telling me to get my ass down. Now!
I went and sat back down with Tom. We didn't even watch the other two dancers. It turned out that I won. I'd taken in almost $135. Tom thought there was more but that it fell out, or that guys scoped it up with my cum. It didn't really matter.
I don't really remember anything else, except waking up in the morning in bed. Hearing the shower running.
I dragged myself out of bed to get some aspirin. I took two and then turned to the shower door to tell Justin I was sorry I was out so late last night. Sorry that I'd come home so drunk. Sorry that . . .
But it wasn't Justin in the shower. It was Tom.
To be continued . . .
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