The Bouncer (by SSB) I like going out to straight places, too. I used to have a boyfriend whom I went dancing with to such places instead of gay venues. It is great fun that we fool a girl or two, the three or four of us dance and then we leave them alone. Eventually, but all of us have fun. Last summer I went on a few days' holiday. There was a disco nearby my hotel. When I felt like going out, there was no doubt where to go. I was a bit horny, so I watched cute guys over there. I do not stare at them and it is not conspicuous in semi-darkness at all. By the way, there were some very nice guys taking out their girls. Strangely there were not many on their own. Usually there are many guys and girls going to such places to meet new people. There, nearly everybody had his own party or circle of friends, so there was not much chance of making new acquaintances. Shortly after midnight, a very tall guy came to my table. He started our conversation with a very odd question: "Do you have a light?"" "No, I'm sorry, I don't smoke." "It doesn't matter," he smiled, "I just wanted to sit down here." So he did, and promptly sat down and we went on talking. It turned out he was a bouncer of the club. He was not working that night, but he came down to see what was going on. He asked me which girls I liked and how I liked sex with them. I did not want to get into trouble, so I gave him the answers I thought he expected. I thought I could take him in, but it turned out I could not. "If you like her so much, why don't you ask her to dance with you?" he inquired. "I'm not so much interested," was the only response I was able to muster. "I think you are more interested in those guys at the bar," he said. I had a fit, and looked away, pretending I was watching two nice girls at the other end of the bar. "Why do you think so?" I asked, after trying to recover. "Don't worry, I like young boys, too. I've got a good eye for this. You try to watch 'em without being noticed, right?" I told him he was wrong and this time he missed it. "Come on. I say I have the eye." "What an eye have you?" I was uppish. He seemed quite sure of himself so this did not help a lot. "You're gay or bi. There's no doubt," he winked at me. "And I like you." "Do you?" "Yes, you're cute." "And why do you tell this to me?" "What do you think?" I just shrugged my shoulders while I measured him with my eyes. I tried to hide my eyes with my hand. I am not sure if it was successful. He was really well-built and nice. By the way, he seemed to be easy-going, too. "Are you horny tonight?" (At least he came to the point!). "Yes, kind of." "I'm not really bi, but I like taking guys when my girlfriend isn't around." I had long waited for a straight guy, so I nodded with a smile on my face. "And she's not around tonight." There was no answer. Instead he stood up and I knew I was supposed to follow him. We went out of the place through the staff's entrance. His black car was parked behind the building. And what a nice car he had! We got in and he drove to a place just outside the town. He did not tinker much about, pulled his white jeans down and uncovered his cock. It was at least eight inches long and he had a hard-on. "Suck it" he said quite simply. He did not have to repeat it, I was very hungry for such a cock. It was perfectly clean and he had very few pubic hairs. He could not have kept me back from sucking it anyway. I poured much of my saliva on it. It slowly went down along his tool. Then I tried to lick as much of it as I could. I could not see his face, but I heard he was enjoying it. His tool was so big I could not take it all into my mouth, so I had only its head inside and caressed the rest with my hands. He told me to beat the meat. Because it was really big, it was never so hard as a smaller one could be. In fact, I was always feeling it could be harder. He started moving his hips as if he were fucking me in the mouth. I held him down. "I wanna fuck you," he said. I did not like the idea, I just did not want such a weapon in my arsehole. I told him nothing, but went on with my lips. He must have understood what my silence meant, because he did not repeat he wanted to fuck me. "Get out," I told him. I love sucking on my knees and I know it is much better when I stand on my feet than when I sit in a not so spacious car. First he leaned to his car's bonnet. It was so funny that despite his cock was hard, he enjoyed my sucking so much, still it fell from its weight. I loved touching the muscles of his thighs. Frequently he flexed them. Soon when he flexed his muscles, I pressed the under side of his cock with my tongue. We both enjoyed this silly game. Then he stood up on his feet and started fucking my mouth. He tried to push his cock deeper and deeper. He did not succeed, because I took as much of it as much I could. At one point I retched as if I were about to vomit. He must have realised this because he got less wild. I started caressing his stiff bottom, but he did not like it. My hands went higher, his hip was very nice, too. "My girls suck my willie very well, but always in bed or the car. Never like this. It's so good on my feet." I must laugh hearing such words as "willie". It is mostly used by children and straights. Then he told me he was cumming. I got out of its way and went on with my hand. He did not cum, so I went on sucking him. When sometimes I went to his balls, all of his cock was hanging over my face. Just imagine! His nuts were not so sensitive, so I did not waste much time on them. Sometimes, I made a ring with my fingers and pressed his cock strongly. It helped a lot. When he started moving his hips again, I drew my head back and played he was fucking something else. With every move he pulled it out and pushed it in again. I kept my lips closed so that he had to lightly force it in every time. He liked this, too. A bit later on he stopped, pulling it out. I did not feel a drop of his cum on his cock until this moment. I took it out and stood up on his right. "Don't mind spitting it out," he said. He grabbed his cock with his hand and pulled himself off immediately. It was a gorgeous view to see the cum jetting from a pipe of this size. He did not care much about me any more. We got into his car and he drove me back near the disco. We shook hands, I got out and went home. I went straight under the shower. It did not take such an effort to recite my fresh memories with him, the guy who did not even tell me his name, and I jerked myself off at least three times in a row. ------------------------------------------ Comments are welcome. Please write to me at ssb@pcpostal.com. Thanks. SSB ------------------------------------------
