From the last part I shared with you about that crazy night:
"You'll all hump yourself to climax for us tonight! After that, we'll have enough evidence to choose a winner, right guys?" The audience agreed.
I stood there petrified but incredibly turned on. I never would have thought that this night would lead to me basically fucking myself to orgasm in front of an audience of gay men. Who would? But that's where it was indeed heading. I have no clue what transfixed me into this. Sure Kevin got us into this mess but before tonight I would have totally just chickened out.
Something in me had changed. I was not only hard beyond my better judgement but I was actually eager to cum. Eager to release myself in front of these gay guys anonymously. It'd probably be different if I wasn't shielded by this box but either way, I knew that in a few minutes I would be busting my nut in front of dozens of eyes and camera phones. And I wanted to.
"Okay, Marty go ahead and strap those on."
I wondered what it would feel like but didn't really need to. I'd messed around with my share of solo-toys for guys back before I met Sarah. If I'm being honest, even a bit after I met Sarah. What's different is what it feels like knowing that an audience is watching.
I felt the silicon touch the tip of my penis. Marty was there, right in front of me, attaching some sort of fleshlight onto the box. I wagered it would be clear to give the audience a better show but best not think on that.
He tried to shove it down over my dick so that he could strap it onto the box and although I was leaking a ton, it wasn't coated on the top of my dick yet so the silicon met resistance.
"He's still a bit dry."
Hmm, that must be Marty. He sounds familiar. Oh well, I guess most disembodied voices would sound similar through a wooden wall.
"Well, then use the lube."
I guess they were going to give me some lube so I could slide in and out of the contraption easier. And while that was indeed their desire I had not been expecting a hand to coat it that wasn't my own!
I could have pulled my dick back from the mysterious, wet hand but I didn't. I tensed, sure, but stood my ground as the warm, thick hand rubbed a viscous liquid all over my dick. He had coated it in the second stroke but continued to 'apply' it.
I should have been mortified, turned off, and pulled back immediately but I didn't. This high of ecstasy I was riding wouldn't allow me to. I had never been more turned on in my life.
"He seems to like your hand, Marty. He's bucking at it."
Was I? I focused on something other than my beating dick for a second and realized I indeed was. Marty's hand may have actually stopped stroking me after a couple pumps and then my body had taken over without me telling it to. I was slowly thrusting my hips back and forth into this stranger's hand, basically forcing him to jack me off.
Then again, he's gay right? He probably loves it. He probably would have jacked me off anyway, if I wanted it. Did I want it?
"Well," the MC declared. "If he'd prefer your hand, it'll do the same job. What do you say guys, should number 5 get jacked off instead?" Obviously the crowd loved the idea. A handful volunteered to help.
"Marty, would you be okay with that?"
"Umm." The crowd told him to continue, to relish the opportunity. "I guess."
He guesses? Did this gay guy not like his dick? Or maybe he was just embarrassed. That must be it. Or wait, what if he had his eyes on one of my other friend's dicks instead. I guess theirs are probably more impressive...
No, he should want to jack ME off. I'm going along with it much more than my other friends would, I'm sure. I'd make sure by the end, he was happy he picked me.
I bucked my hips back and forth farther, hitting against the wooden divider with each pump so he could sense my enthusiasm.
"Well 5 sure does want you to. Okay, the gear is equipped, Marty included. Now let's get these boys to cum!"
Any reservations about this evening were gone. My mind was so narrowly focused on the feeling of this guy's hand around my dick, the near-painful erection I was sporting, and the desire to cum. I stopped bucking for a bit when Marty took over stroking me.
He started slow and a bit mechanical, but after half a minute or so started to get really into it. Like he was jacking himself off. He would stroke my full length a few times and then edge me for a few pumps. He'd take a firm hold of my dick and just squeeze it for a second before rinse and repeating the whole activity.
"Well don't forget the balls, Marty!"
He had been. Did I want him to? No, I needed his hands everywhere. Marty didn't need much encouragement although the audience gave it to him. His other hand timidly cupped my package before kneading them between his fingers. As he stroked my dick, his other hand slowly became more forceful and started to tug a bit on my nuts too.
"Oh wow, all three guys are really getting into this aren't they guys?"
Cheers, applause, lust-focused cat calls. The audience of gay dudes was certainly loving the treat me and my friends had delivered to them.
"How much further do you think they'd be willing to go?"
What could he mean? We were already being jacked off on stage on the path to cumming in front of all of them.
"Marty, do you think number 5 would appreciate a blow job instead?"
WHAT?!
"WHAT?!"
It seemed like Marty and I were on the same page of shock and confusion. I was first shocked by the suggestion: to be blown by a man! But then I was confused by Marty's resistance. He had let go of my dick at the MC's words which left me feeling so deprived.
"I... I don't think I can do that."
"Why not, stud? This was all your idea anyway right?"
More applause and whistles. One guy yelled out, 'take one for the team!'
How was this whole thing Marty's idea? To jack me off? I feel like I was the one that kind of forced that on him when I started bucking my hips. If anyone is to 'blame' for the night it would be Kevin next door to me, likely still going to town on his attached fleshlight with that thick cock of his.
I wondered if they were nearing completion. I wondered if they were jealous that I had a guy actually jacking me off or that there was the prospect of getting a blowjob when they were forced to jack themselves off.
"I think you should do it, else we let number 5 in on your little secret."
Secret? What secret?
"Fuck. Okay, sure."
Man, his voice did sound really familiar. Maybe it was someone from when we got to the club? The person taking covers and checking IDs maybe? I couldn't remember what he sounded like though.
After what felt like minutes, Marty's hand found my cock again. It throbbed in his touch. He wasn't stroking me though. I imagined he was taking in the sight of my dick before him, knowing that he and he alone would get to actually taste one of us straight guys. Must be his fucking dream come true.
Then his tongue touched my head. I tensed and my dick nearly bobbed out of his grasp. He retracted his mouth, probably savoring the taste of my precum. I know how much I leak and with how he had been jacking me off, there must be a ton coming out.
"Oh, don't be scared. He doesn't bite. And nor should you!" Laughs in the audience and my internal dialogue agreed: yes, please don't bite my dick, sir.
His tongue was on me again. This time he licked my entire shaft from base to tip and when he got there, he took me in his mouth. It was warm and wet and perfect. He didn't take me deeply into his mouth and as he started to bob he barely took half my dick in.
I know I'm not huge, as I mentioned previously. Maybe 6 inches on a good day. I guess I just always expected gay guys to be able to deepthroat anything, or at least all slightly-above-average cocks. It was a bit of let down that this guy wasn't a pro at giving blowjobs but hey, a mouth is a mouth at this point right?
He got a bit more engaged into the activity though, which was welcomed. He still only bobbed his mouth on half my cock but his hand on my dick started to stroke in an opposite direction to give my full dick attention and his other hand on my balls continued their firm massage. And luckily, no teeth.
Shit, I just realized I had no way to tell him that I was getting close. There was a piece of me that wanted to cum down this eager gay guy's throat but a piece of me that wasn't completely over taken by lust felt that would be rude. At least, I should give him the option, right?
