Private Dancers

By Jack, Los Angeles

One night I was feeling particularly hot. That kind of hot that makes it hard to swallow or concentrate because your head is boiling or pounding. I felt a little disconnected from myself, as if my sense of logic had gone on a roadtrip and left my instincts in charge for the night. So, I decided to go hunting.
It was going to be a relatively easy hunt I thought, because the masquerade always catered to an eager clientele. I felt like a big cat stalking a gazelle. Oh yes, I was gonna taste some flesh tonight.

I decided to dispense with all the costumes this evening and just go straight into the thongs -- why bother with all the layers when I was just going to take them off anyway? I stood in front of the mirror and caressed my body lightly as little shivers moved over my skin. My eyes seemed a little greener, my hair seemed a little fuller, and my breath came a little deeper. I was in heat bad.

I still had about ten minutes before my first set, so I decided to work myself up for a bit before taking to the stage. I let my hands roam all over my body, and slipped my fingers into the pouch that was holding my package firmly in place. I let my right hand fondle and squeeze my shaft and balls while my left slid around and started playing softly with my ass. It was almost like my hands were operating on their own, because I didn't feel as if I was actually doing any of it.

Some of the other dancers at this club wanted me pretty bad. I was a novelty: the shortest and youngest of the ten of us. One in particular was especially sexy. He came into the dressing room to get ready, and caught me in the middle of my self sexploration.

He dropped his bag and took two swift steps towards me so that he was standing behind me in the mirror. I didn't turn around -- I just let our eyes connect through the glass. His lips were slightly open and his breathing was labored. He put his hands on my waist and pulled me back onto his lap.

He began kissing the back of my neck and found that damned spot. You know, the spot that makes you fuck someone even if you weren't in the mood. I was already in the mood, so I gasped a little and then swooped around to find his mouth.

We kissed furiously as his hands ran all over me and grabbed at my skin. I walked my fingers down his tight body and began unbuttoning his pants. When he pulled his mouth away from mine to take a deep breath, Ifell to my knees in front of him and pulled his zipper down with my teeth. I love doing that. It makes me feel like a movie star or some shit.

Wouldn't you know he wasn't wearing any underwear? His cock popped out and bounced off my cheek. I was dizzy with passion and gulped him down until his head was touching my throat. He groaned softly as I pulled his pants down further and began playing with his hole.

His whole body was an amazing machine. Every time he moved, I could see his musculature working underneath his beautiful skin. His smell started filling my nose and I felt drunk. I let my lips slide up and down his shaft as I played with his nuts. His hips started grinding as he pinched his nipples.

As he leaned against the wall to relax and enjoy the moment, another dancer came in. He was a little shocked and embarrassed at first, but we didn't stop for him. He stood there watching and finally started rubbing the front of his clothes. I heard his pants coming undone, and I looked over at him. He was masturbating as I sucked off the man standing against the wall.

I knew I had to go on stage soon, and I knew that I had gotten my friend to a point where he would come quickly if he jerked off. I stood up and began working his cock with my hand. The air was thick with our breathing and with the smells of our bodies. Both men continued jerking themselves off as I started in with the same.

I was ready to cum when the first dancer came in, so I caught up quickly. The second man who entered the room shot off first with a groan, quickly followed by my friend. It took me about a minute, but when I did come I sent out a white jet that arced through the air and hit the mirror.

We were gasping and grinning when we suddenly realized the music outside had stopped. We heard people laughing and cheering outside. The DJ called for me, evidently for the third or fourth time. I cleaned up quickly, took a breath, and stepped onstage. I got a loud round of applause -- we'd obviously been louder in the dressing room than I'd realized.

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