My Lucky Night

By AJ Jarrett


“I can’t believe I let you talk me into coming here.” I couldn’t stop staring at the sight laid out before my eyes.
I had let my best friend of the past twenty years talk me into coming to a club. But not just any club—a sex club. Well, to be fair, that’s what I was calling it. It was a club that promoted safe play to consenting adults. The added bonus to this club was the freedom to make out, grope, and even fuck in a public setting.
“Oh come on, stop being such a prude,” Brandon scoffed as he bumped shoulders with me. “It’s exciting, isn’t it?”
Releasing the breath I’d been holding, I nodded my head. It was exciting, and arousing as fuck. The majority of the men in the club wore only their jeans and some were dancing around in their underwear. They swayed and twisted, intertwining themselves around their dance partners as the music boomed throughout the room. The rhythm was so loud I could feel the thump in my chest, racing with my heart to see which beat faster.
The one thing that kept my attention riveted was what was taking place on the stage that sat in the center of the dance floor. The platform stood a few feet taller than the floor, the individuals standing on top of it displayed for all to see. One man stood, while another was on his knees, sucking the guy’s cock down his throat.
I felt guilty, as if I was invading their special moment. The man standing fisted his hands in the other man’s hair, guiding him over and over to his cock. The music was too loud to hear over, but I could just imagine the wet, slurping sounds that filled the space between the two men. The tongue lapped at the pre-cum dripping out of the man’s slit, while the kneeling man drank it down, trying to coax out more.
It was a heady thing to watch. My cock began to stiffen and my palms started to sweat. The live sex show was turning me on to epic heights. I needed to collect my thoughts before I embarrassed myself and came in my pants.
“Hey, Brandon, I’m going to go get a drink.” I leant forward to shout in his ear. “Want anything?”
“No,” Brandon shouted back as he shook his head. “I’m good.”
I watched as Brandon made eye contact with a man across the dance floor. As I started walking away, I glanced over my shoulder to see Brandon heading in the stranger’s direction. Great. Now I was on my own in this club. I had a case of shyness that prevented me from chatting up a complete stranger. Alone again.
Making my way to the bar, I hopped up onto an empty stool. There were plenty. Once the center stage show started, all the patrons had left the bar to huddle around the action that was taking place. I couldn’t blame them. It was a far sight more entertaining to watch a guy get his dick sucked then watch the bartender make drinks.
I turned in my chair, looking back to the stage. Too many men crowded around, so I couldn’t make out what was going on now.
“What can I get for you?”