No longer a fantasy

The stripper parted her legs right in front of my face and in the glow of the seedy club I could make out a little dribble of juice at the entrance to her pussy. I wished she was spreading for me but she was looking at the big construction worker type next to me. It was amateur night at the local strip club and the guy making her pussy drip was one of the “audience judges”. I stayed around for the next girl but was so horny I couldn’t take it any more. I made my way to the bar with my hand in my pocket trying to conceal my hard on.

As I was waiting for the bartenders’ attention the guy next to me brushed against my arm. I liked the feeling of his warm hairy arm against mine and, though I would have thought it impossible, my cock stiffened even more causing me slight discomfort. He moved again and in such a way that his arm gently pressed against mine, I didn’t move as our arms pressed together. I had never been with a guy and was surprised when the sensation of this mans arm touching me sent electric sensations through my entire body. With my heart pounding in my ears I moved a little so our arms rubbed against each other, he readjusted his position a little and moved closer to me. I was facing the bar, with my eyes half closed, as waves of horniness flooded through my body.

Thoughts of sucking on his cock, swallowing cum, licking his sticky asshole and a myriad of other desperate thoughts flooded my mind as I succummed to my overwhelming homosexual urge

Just as the bartender asked me what I wanted he reached down and gave my rock hard cock a firm squeeze. I croaked something unintelligible, cleared my throat, and as my cock received another squeeze, managed to ask for a straight whisky.