The Friday Night Supper Club

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Danté was without a doubt one of the most sensual guys I ever encountered. He wasn’t the best looking man I had ever met, but he had a fragile quality that simply drove men crazy. He stood five-foot-six-inches tall and despite being nineteen-years-old, had the body of a sixteen-year-old. I would often observe him being ogled by guys in clubs or bars, with their eyes swimming with lust. He was well aware of this power and frequently played to it. He was like an alluring siren from Greek mythology and had an aura that was totally captivating.After an accident as a child, he has lost his left eye but had an extremely well-made prosthetic replacement. The false eye was extremely realistic and not off-putting at all. If anything, it accentuated his waiflike vulnerability.I knew I wasn’t his scene and to be honest, we liked the same kind of men. He, however, was a total bottom whereas I could be versatile, as and when the need arose. We got on very well and were often in each other’s company in the gay places that we frequented.On a slow night at a bar one evening, I found myself in Danté’s company. When I decided to head home early, he asked if he could accompany me because the place he rented was close to my apartment.Upon arriving in front of my home, he asked if he could pop in for some coffee. His former lover had just been transferred abroad and given these circumstances, they had mutually decided that a long distance relationship simply wouldn’t work.After an hour-long visit, he surprised me by asking if he could stay the night. I agreed before we headed toward my bedroom. I was about to embark upon the most sensual experience of my entire life.This boy was lethal. He mewed and whimpered like a damsel who had just become the prized possession of some conquering hero, and made me feel like the stud of the century.When I finally entered his portal it felt like a pulsating sleeve as his fine turned arse muscles massaged my cock in a stimulating embrace. I had never felt, nor ever thought that a guy could use his backside in such an erotic manner. As I kissed him his warm mouth received mine with more passion than I had ever experienced before. His fervent teeth nibbled on my trembling lips with encouragement as I thrust my cock into his tantalizing body.There was no end to his appetite and he unceasingly pleaded with me to satisfy his endless hunger. I fucked him with a determination, which I had never realized I was capable Haramidere escort bayan of, and my libido was tested to a higher level than ever before. I was like a man on the most potent sex drug. After two hours of mind-bending sex, I finally slumped onto him after having the best fuck of my life. With spine-tingling fervency, I kissed him before we finally fell asleep.The following morning when he left, I supposed that this would only ever be a one-off incident. Some boys were born for absolute sexual gratification and he was the king of this club. One night with him was all that any average Joe like me was ever going to deserve.I did encounter Danté over the next months after he had moved onto his next devotee. Our club and bar acquaintanceship did endure after our encounter and we always continued our friendly chats, when bumping into one another.During this period, there was also a bit of a scene at a club that we all frequented when his current flame and an ex-lover almost came to blows. I am not sure what the final result of this episode was, because the two combatants were summarily evicted from the club.***A year or so later, I attended the same party as Danté one Saturday evening at the home of a friend named Kiki. Kiki was of Armenian extraction and his real name was Krikor. He was a really flamboyant queen and lived with his partner named James.The home that Kiki and James lived in was a rambling architectural nightmare. It was huge and made up of a conglomeration of weird styles. James, however, loved the place and coming from a former poor neighbourhood he had grown up in, simply loved the sprawling mass of their home.Danté’s closeted boyfriend was spending the evening with his parents and therefore, Danté attended the party on his own.At the party, there was a really rough and extremely butch looking man, named Trigger. Trigger worked in a weapons store as a salesman and had a total obsession with guns. Trigger was a life-long friend of James and they had grown up in a very tough neighbourhood as best friends. When it came to ink, Trigger was literally festooned with tattoos. Around his neck, he had tattoos of an array of bullets, and on his forearms tattoos of various pistols and revolvers were on display.Trigger was soon drawn to Danté and during the evening, they were seldom apart.When I needed to have a piss later, the guest toilet was occupied. Kiki Escort İkitelli observed me waiting outside the guest loo and told me to move further along the passage and use one of many other guest bathrooms. I walked down the long passage and decided to use the bathroom at the far end.As I entered, Danté was bent over with his arms anchoring his body on the toilet bowl and Trigger was solidly fucking him. I simply couldn’t help myself from staring at the spectacle before me. When I began to apologize, Trigger laughed and told me to lock the door and join them.“What if someone else needs to use the bathroom?” I sheepishly asked.“Then they must fuckin’ wait,” Trigger replied, matter-of-factly.As I undressed I had a good look at Trigger and observed the rest of his arsenal of weaponry. What particularly fascinated me were the two rifles that he had tattooed on either side of his body. Both stretched from under his armpits down to slightly below his knees. All his tattoos were of incredible quality and had obviously been done by a master of his craft.Trigger was also extremely verbal and continuously barked his commands. In contrast, Danté mewed like a contented kitten throughout the session that was to unfold.“This arse of his should be declared a national treasure,” Trigger announced as he vigorously fucked Danté’s backside. “Have you ever fucked him before?”“Yes… one lucky night a year ago,” I replied.After nodding his head in full agreement, Trigger responded. “Get behind me and rim my fuckin’ arse.”After bending his torso down over Danté’s body Trigger held still, awaiting my oral attention. As I commenced licking and prodding my tongue into his tight arse, Trigger sighed before gripping hold of Danté’s hair and growling, “Work your fuckin’ arse… milk my knob, bitch.”As my oral action started escalating, which now also included Trigger’s balls, I felt his body slightly lifting. Entranced, I watched as his body moved upward and saw his long uncut dick evacuate Danté’s backside. My mouth instantly commenced lapping the underside of Trigger’s knob and Danté’s closing portal.A short while later, Trigger again issued a new instruction when I was ordered to reinsert his cock into Danté twitching hole. I watched in awe as the long snake once more burrowed back into Danté’s orifice. Unperturbed, my ball and pucker licking exercise once more continued. The moans from Danté and growls from Çapa escort Trigger were mind-blowing.After twice more repeating this procedure, Trigger lifted his torso and told me to stand up behind him. “Place your cock in my crack but don’t even think of fucking me,” he said, before continuing, “Now work my fuckin’ nipples hard,” he concluded as his torso lifted.As I did so Trigger began to hammer Danté’s butt with gusto. “Milk my fuckin’ cock,” Trigger now began intoning in a lustful growl. As his body began to shudder and I manhandled his nipples and I knew that he was seeding Danté’s backside. Quickly moving aside afterward, Trigger instructed me to fuck Danté as hard as possible.After a few minutes of my ballistic onslaught, Trigger gave me a hefty slap on my arse and told me to stop.Next, moving in behind me and telling me to hold still, Trigger commenced pushing his dick into my backside. The sensation was incredible. With my knob locked in Danté’s pulsating portal, the added pleasure of having my own backside filled with nine-inches of uncut heaven was breath-taking. I was overstimulated at this point that I have to sadly admit that my cock began shooting a load into Danté’s hot arse within minutes.As we all became unattached thereafter, and I started getting dressed, it was clear that Trigger was not yet done with Danté. It was also clear that I had served my purpose.As I was about to depart, Danté was on his back and being solidly fucked by Trigger.I did see them later that evening before I left for home.During the following week, I phone Kiki to thank him for the wonderful evening I had spent at their home. I always like to wait a few days to give gravitas to my appreciation. As was my custom, therefore, I only called Kiki on Wednesday.“Have you heard the gossip?” Kiki excited asked after my thank you.“No,” I replied.“Well… late on Sunday, Danté finally returned to his apartment after ignoring calls from his lover, and told Freddie, his lover, that he was moving out. After collecting his stuff he moved in with Trigger,” Kiki declared in a shrill gossipy manner.“Wow,” I replied.With this news, my brain went into overdrive. I had become totally fixated about my bathroom experience with Danté and Trigger and instantly wondered if I could possibly be lucky enough to enjoy another session with them.Lying to Kiki, I decided to go for broke. I then mentioned that I was also phoning to get Danté’s phone number from him, making some lame excuse about some or other bit of information that I needed to get from Danté because of a conversation we had Kiki’s party.Fortunately, Kiki did not take the conversation any further and I was relieved when he agreed to send Danté’s number to me. Minutes later, his communication arrived.

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