The Glitter Palace Ballroom.
By Bald Hairy Man
This is a story for adult men. It depicts gay sex. If this offends or bothers you, DO NOT READ IT. It is a fantasy and is not a sex manual, or a discussion of safe sex. If you have comments send them to winarch47@yahoo.com
The Glitter Palace Ballroom was built in 1901 as part of the The Palace, the newest hotel in West Hill, Connecticut. The hotel burned in 1916, but the ballroom survived. It became a night club in the 1920's. This was a great success due to the West Hill Police Department's rather sloppy approach to prohibition.
It survived the depression and became the home of a theater company in the late thirties. The theater's plays tended towards vaudeville, and featured all but nude dancers. Somehow it survived until the 1960s. By that time the dancers were male and semi-nude. The Glitter Palace became a popular gay venue. During the AIDS years, the ballroom returned to featuring theater rather than vaudeville, but it became quite popular again. By that time, the local police were not enthusiastic about the Glitter Palace, but there was no crime associated with the Palace and more importantly, it was a cash cow due to fees and taxes.
In 2002, Rod Miller bought the club. He upgraded the dining room and made the Glitter Place more upscale. He added a membership feature that provided private suites for parties and functions. These were popular and Rod soon built additional suites. He also improved the entertainment which became more refined and the Ballroom prospered. While the Ballroom's audiences were mixed straight and gay, the membership of the suites was entirely gay.
I am Mike Miller. I am a big, hairy, muscular guy who all but drips testosterone where ever I go. My nickname in high school was Bluto. For ten years I had been a State Police Trooper. I had a great record until someone started a rumor that I was gay. The week after I lost my job with the police I ran into Rod.
After one night together, I was hired by the Glitter Palace. It turned out that a load of a cop's sperm up Rod's ass got me the job. At first I was hired as a scarecrow. When a waiter, waitress, or patron had a problem with a customer, I would appear and ask if there was a problem. Only underage teenagers didn't get the message.
Some think I'm Rod Miller's nephew or a cousin. That is not true, but neither Rod nor I discouraged that incorrect assumption. That gives me a little extra authority. Six months later I became the manager of the suites. I handled scheduling and customer service, although I was always available for potentially serious security problems at the ballroom.
The suites are private, secluded, and apart from the main Glitter Palace building. The suites accommodated people who wanted intimate connections with other men or women. Male groups are 90% of the patronage of the suites. Rod is open minded about man to man sex, but while intimate connections were fine, he was opposed rough or master-slave type relationships. He was fully aware that fantasy play acting can get out of control. This was rarely a problem since Rod's tastes and preferences are well known. While some men think the fear of possible arrest adds to the excitement, open, stress free sex with like minded men can be exciting too. An intense gang-bang with sexually driven strangers can be very good.
My staff at the suites consisted of Ralph and Stewart. Ralph was bit dim, but friendly and he greatly enjoyed cleaning. He was always ready to help. He also liked sex with men, but I made sure that his playmates knew there was a difference between friendly play and taking advantage of him.
The assistant manager was Stuart. He was a retired nurse and did testing for sexually transmitted diseases. He had been a good nurse, but he was older now and had a bad leg. He also had what he called his nose. He could sense medical problems. He could tell a guy who was looking a bit pale that maybe a checkup would be a good ideal and not offend.
Stuart had another medical skill. He had been a gay nurse for a gay proctologist. He and the doctor had spent many hours trying to see if there was any way to use your cock for an anal exam. They did this with friends not patients. The results were inconclusive in spite of their sincere efforts to prove otherwise.
The doctor was careful to keep a professional distance between his cock and his patients ass. Once and a while he failed, but the patients seem to have enjoyed him. It wasn't an invasive procedure if patient invited the doctor's cock into his ass. Stuart laughed when a patient described as an in depth exam.
A man named Thomas DeWolf was a regular customer who rented the Presidential suite several times a month and invited friends and acquaintances to relax and enjoy themselves there. The Presidential was largest suite. It had a lounge and two bedrooms sharing a bath with a large six head shower and a sauna. There was a small serving kitchen, and a bar. A closet provided storage for slings, dildos and similar paraphernalia. I didn't know who Thomas DeWolf was and I suspected my income was a few million short of meeting the requirements to be his friend.
Thomas paid big bucks for the suite. Thomas asked me to attend one of the parties He one of his guest couldn't make it so he only had 13 guests. Thomas had a problem with the number 13. There had to be an even number of guests.
He asked to be the 14th guest. "I am not asking you as the security guy," he explained, "I need another cock and asshole." With a gracious request like that, I couldn't say no. As I expected, most of his guests were middle age or older.
Thomas made a little speech when all the guest were assembled. "For any of you who are here for the first time, while I call it a party that is a misnomer. We are here for man to man sex. I assume every cock is ready to be sucked or to fuck. Sperm is either a lubricant or a snack."
"It is always polite to ask before you engage sexually," he added. "I have observed that no one has ever said no, but the formality is required." Thomas went over to one of the oldest men. "Kind sir, would you allow me to suck your cock and sample your manly fluids?" He asked in theatrically pretentious voice. The older man said be my guest. Thomas leaned over, sucked the man's cock and then said, "It's a good vintage, aged to perfection. Everyone laughed. I guessed most of the men knew each other.
"There is one other little quirk about my parties," he added. "I am an exhibitionist. I hope you all share my interest. Everything here is on view and on display. Men have told me that watching cum drool from my ass is a turn on. Let everyone know how much you like it. If you want to fuck a cum filled hole, you are in luck. If you want to know how many loads your ass can accommodate, this is your opportunity. I think you don't get to know a man until you've shared the special sauce in your most intimate recesses. I hope my frankness doesn't offend you?"
An older man came over to Thomas. "I would be greatly pleased to be the first playmate of the evening." He said as he made a deep bow That just happened to be low enough to lick Thomas' cock. All the men bust out laughing. Ten minutes later it was clear that all the men were with the program.
Two men came over to me. The older man, Russell, introduced himself and his friend, Jimmy to me. Russell was in good shape for a man who was nearly 70. Jimmy was forty-five or so. Russell's chest was dusted in white hair. Jimmy was a heavy set. He was a redhead and had thick, curly body hair to match.
"I have seen you around here for a while. I noticed that you had a good way of handling problematic guests," Russell said. "Are you here as a problem solver or as a guest?"
"I think I would be best described as sexual guest," I said. "No one here fits the profile of a trouble maker."
"Are you full service?" He asked.
"I have never had a problem with sex," I said and added, "I haven't encountered anything new in a while. I have been known to help a guy who has an itch in a hard to reach place."
"I have to confess that you are here because of me," Russell said. "Jimmy is my nephew. He is recently divorced. Since then I discovered we shared common sexual interests. He is quite inexperienced and I was hoping this might be a learning experience. As his Uncle, I could not provide that service.
I wasn't sure what I should say, but Jimmy dropped to his knees and began sucking my cock. It was immediately clear that his sucking skills were not those of a complete amateur.
"I think you can work things out," Russell said with a smile. "I am off to see some old friends."
A little later, Jimmy and I were in the 69 position and all was well. He wasn't experienced, but he had seen a lot of porn. It was clear he was willing to learn and enjoy.
"I had a room mate in college who was into gay sex. He only liked oral. He liked sex but he wasn't partial giving or receiving sperm," he said. "I've wondered about anal sex," he said."I've never taken a load in my mouth or ass. Do you do that?"
"I have been known to give and take." I said.
"Did you like it?" he asked.
"Am I supposed to give you lessons?" I asked.
"I think so!" he replied. "I am sort of interested."
"Jimmy, you need to learn the gay man vocabulary," I said with a smile. "When a gay guy says he might be willing to take your cock, he means he is desperate to take your load up his ass. It often means he will use his sphincter to grab your cock and try to hold you in until you shoot off. By the way, I enjoy it when a guy drains his balls into my ass."
He smiled and observed, "I guess you like sex a lot. I'm not sure I could do that. I'm afraid guys will think I'm a slut."
I smiled. "I wasn't that sure about gay sex at first," I said. "I later realized I had forgotten to consult my cock. It had a very enthusiastic reaction to the prospect of sex. I have a feeling the men here aren't at all uncomfortable with man sex. They would worry only if you aren't a slut. I bet most of them have you on their dance card."
Jimmy looked confused and then burst out laughing. "I am just beginning to think you may be right," he said while laughing. Ten minutes later his cock was in my ass. I discovered Jimmy was shy and uneasy until he discovered his on button was located on the dark side of my prostate. He had a standard six inch cock, but his knob was over sized. It was a good fit for me and within a few minutes he moved from the JV team to a Varsity fucker. He discovered why he liked gay sex. Fix or six minutes later he released his load deep in me.
He ejaculated forcefully in multiple spurts before he relaxed as the last remnants of his orgasm entered my ass. I squeezed my ass as he pulled out slowly. As his sperm drooled from my ass, a man I didn't know came over to us and licked Jimmy's cum as it drooled from my ass. We had attracted an audience. Jimmy and I were happy as was the audience.
When the men moved on Jimmy asked if I was going to fuck him. I told him that was up to him.
"Are you just being nice?" he asked.
"To tell you the truth I am nice," I replied. "There are some guys who love the top or the bottom. Some guys think it's a requirement. For me, it's optional."
"Is there some where we could go that is more private?" he asked.
"Jimmy, this suite is designed to be open. Man to man sex is the norm here. After you get use to it, watching a cock slide into an ass is a natural, occurrence," I explained. "No one needs to hide their sexual interests. They can show off. Most of the guys flaunt it, they don't hide it."
"Would the guys here think I'm slutty?" he asked.
"Most of the men here could recognize each other in the dark by knowing the anatomy of the man's asshole," I said. "You get to know the way a guy's rectum grabs the cock. He will get to know the way you react to each ejaculation and spurt."
Russell rejoined us with a friend, Gregory. Gregory was a new member. Russell went off with Jimmy to introduce him to the other men, leaving me with Gregory. I had never met him, but I knew him from his advertisements. Gregory Williams owned Super Lube & Tire Service. He was on the television every half-hour between two and five in the morning. His company had grown and now his tire shops were all over the state.
Gregory was big, muscular, loud, well hung and uncut. You could tell he had once been very muscular. He was still in good shape.
"Are you the x-cop?" he asked. I nodded.
"I'm Greg the tire guy. I hope I don't sound like a kook, but I've always wanted to do it with a cop. Does that offend you?" he said,
"No but this is the first time a guy has said that," I replied. "I usually pitch and catch. Is that out of the question?"
"Do you like to cum in a guy's ass?" he asked.
"I sure do," I answered. "I am evenhanded. I also like it when a guy gets excited and leaves a token of his affection in my ass or mouth."
"Is it always that personal?" he asked.
I smiled. "Not always. Sometimes it's a taste treat. Other times it's more like taking an injection of a guy's home made lube," I said. I reached out and stroked his semi hard cock. "Somehow I suspect there is a lot of affection stored up in your cock."
"What if it's just horny lust?" he asked.
"You have to start some where," I said. He laughed as I dropped to my knees and used my tongue to push the foreskin back to expose his entire cock head. Greg shivered a little and moaned. He was a big guy but his knob was delicate and tender.
I had thought he was timid and not really into it. That turned to be a total misunderstanding. As soon as my tongue caressed his knob, all was well. I later found out that Greg was used to quickies in dark places. I took my time. That and Greg's rock hard erection were a recipe for success. He was ripe and ready to explore new worlds of sexual pleasure.
I have a theory that cocks do not need a complicated understanding of a man's anatomy or his mental characteristics. Cocks are on automatic pilot. They are always ready for action. Greg's cock was ready for new experiences even though Greg didn't know it. Five minutes after my tongue began caressing his cock, he was into it big time.
Between sexual interludes, I got to know him better. I found out he had admired his coaches and masculine men on the TV. He was not attracted to pretty men. Some have suggested I am borderline ugly. At the police station I was always played the bad cop in the good cop, bad cop situations.
Greg possessed a large tool which was challenging. Once he passed my sphincter, it was a good fit and all was well. As he fucked me, I felt I was getting special treatment. We both relaxed as I got used to his cock and fucking style.
"Damn, every inch of my cock is in you. Are you okay?" he asked.
"It's good. There is room for your load if you pop," I replied. He soon had multiple ejaculations draining his productive balls. When he pulled out, his sperm drooled from my well used hole.
Rod and one of his friends, Mark, watched as Greg's plentiful cum dribbled from my well stretched ass pucker. Mark replaced Greg at my ass. "I love a man's home made lube. I would love to give you a poke." Mark said. "If this bothers you, just let me know." I said it was fine. Mark had a long, curved cock with a big knob. It felt real good.
"I should warn you I get excited and sometimes pop unexpectedly," he added as he eased his cock deeper into me. It was nice that he warned me of that, but it was a little late. He had already begun to ejaculate.
When Mark pulled out, Rod came over and helped me get up. "Sex is fun, but we shouldn't be foolish," he said." It was getting late and party began to break up. I went to my room and slept soundly.
I had a call from Greg that morning. He wanted to make sure I was okay. I said I was fine and I felt great.
"Is there any chance you might want to do it again?" he asked. "I would like to get a bit more involved."
I hate to say it, but I almost never say no to potential sex. I was surprised that Greg would be so direct and open. I suspected that was a big step for him. I told him I was in charge of the men's spa that afternoon. I could give him a tour between one and two. That was the quietest time at at spa. He said that would work for him.
I arrived at 12:30 PM. Ralph was handing out towels. He said it had been quiet day. Most of the men who visited the spa mid-day were older guys. The staff uniform for the spa was a towel. Rod had made it clear to members there was no need to dress up. Most of the visitors wore the towel around their neck.
We stripped, and I gave Greg the grand tour. There were a few men around, but several other men arrived. Some of the men were semi-retired and worked a half day, so they relaxed at the spa before going home.
We went to the steam room. It was hot, but comfortable. Rod had the controls set to limit high temperatures. There were two older men at the rear of the room. A younger man came in shortly after we entered. He sat near us.
Greg looked at him. "Are you the guy who used to caddie for me?" he asked the young man.
He nodded and said, "I'm Randy Smith. That was fifteen years ago. You look the same."
"You have grown up!" Greg said. "How is your father?"
"He died a few years ago," he replied.
"I'm sorry about that," Greg said. "How are you doing?"
"Fine, my mom had all the money. She has remarried and is happy. He is a nice guy and I am investigating my options. I inherited nothing from my dad except my cock," Randy said.
Somehow, Randy's towel slipped and his cock was exposed. It was semi-erect. Nature took it's course. Greg's towel slipped. I briefly saw his cock before it vanished down Randy's throat.
"Years ago I noticed your Dad's cock in the showers," Greg said.
Randy looked up and said, "He was a nasty anti-gay man, and he made life hell for me. I seem to have inherited his cock. I met one of his pals at the funeral. He was a florist and was Dad's gay lover. We hooked up. He loved my cock, but he told me he missed the abuse that flowed from Dad's mouth as he fucked his ass.
Ralph came in. "I have finished my time at the desk, I would be glad to watch the door as you frolic. That might make things a bit more private." Greg smiled and nodded his head.
It was clear that Randy was sexually skilled. He knew how to please a man.
Randy and Greg whispered something and a few minutes later Randy was on his back on a bench with his legs pulled up. Seconds later Greg's cock slipped into the waiting ass. Randy welcomed Greg's cock to his ass.
"Are you okay?" Greg asked Randy. Randy nodded and told him to go as deep as he could. Greg continued thrusting in the welcoming ass.
Greg's ass was on full view. The rosebud poked out of the anus. I figured that wasn't accidental so I eased my cock into the asshole. His ass was lubricated and his sphincter barely resisted my cock. Greg moaned.
"Your hole is fucking beautiful," I said. "I can pull out any time you want."
Greg tensed up and I could feel him twitching as he ejaculated into Randy's ass. Greg pulled out.
"If anyone needs more cum in the ass, I can help," Ralph offered.
"I'm not full yet," Randy said. A second or two later Ralph was deep in the needy ass.
Everyone was happy.