I spent a good portion of the day shifting through my entire wardrobe searching for something to wear. Each time I decided on an outfit, Id lay it out and go do something else, only to return half an hour later because Id changed my mind. I finally settled on my favorite (and also tightest) jeans which show off my ass (and now the new bulge in the front as well). I selected a black and white top comprised of solid fabric on some portions and fishnet on others, and decorated with silver and gold patterns. I also grabbed a matching belt and choker.
After calling Alex to confirm our plans, I jumped in the shower and soaped up. Of course, I was drawn to my thick cock and started to play with it, feeling the water flow over me. Before I knew it, that monster was rock hard and throbbing in time to my heartbeat. It was so big I could hardly turn around in the shower stall without whacking it against the wall and sending shivers through my body as the head slid across the smooth, wet surface. Very quickly I had had enough and grasped the monster with both hands, sliding the foreskin up and down. Moments later, my cum cannon gushed out torrents of juice to mix with the shower water, running in think rivulets down my body. Diligently washing it away, I finished up my shower and returned to my room.
Seeing that it was only 5 minutes to 10, I rushed into my clothes, backing away my heavy semi into the tight pair of briefs I had selected. Hastily doing up my hair, I looked out the window just in time to see a 2008 Camero pull up to the curb, and Alex step out. He almost instinctively looked up and caught my eye. I smiled back down at him and turned away from the window. I shut off the light and almost flew down the stairs and out the door.
Well, arent you a vision of beauty. He grinned at me, reaching out his hand to take mine and open the car door for me. As I passed, he leaned in to kiss my cheek before closing the door and walking around to his side.
He was dressed similarly to myself, jeans that showed off an ass I hadnt noticed he had, a tight white fishnet shirt with a loose button-up grey shirt over it.
We shared some small talk on the way and the conversation flowed very naturally. Before I even knew it, he had stopped the car and was getting out. I hurried to follow him across the small parking lot to the short line into the club. Being the only gay club around, Nook was always fairly busy, but we had arrived early enough to miss the heaviest rush. I shivered in the crisp early spring breeze, and Alex reached around from behind me to wrap me in his arms.
Better pretty boy? He whispered in my ear, gently caressing my torso with one hand. I nodded silently, closing my eyes to enjoy the moment.
Shortly, we were inside and strolling to the dance floor. We slid through the crowd till we found a small opening and began dancing. The music had a good beat, some techno artist I had never heard, or perhaps a remix so overdone I could no longer recognize the original song beneath it. I moved close enough to touch Alex, but not so close as to become sexual, and that seemed to suit him just fine. He knew how to move his body well, and whenever I brushed my hand against his body, I could feel the slender muscles working.
After a while, a relatively slow song came up, and Alex reached out to put his hand on my waist, drawing me gently closer. I gladly followed and pressed my body against his. Before long the rhythm took over and our bodies moved in time against each other.
At one point, I slid my leg between Alexs and grinded into him as some drunk dude bumped me from behind. My thigh was met with the resistance of what felt to be a rather sizeable bulge.
Found something you like boy? He grinned. He must have noticed my small expression of shock. At a loss for words I just blushed and continued dancing.
Well dont be shy. He invited a few moments later, pulling me close so I was once again pressed against his crotch. With the same motion, his thigh pressed into mine and he grinned up at me triumphantly. So, it worked I see.
With a grace I had come to expect from him, Alex dropped low and then slowly rose, keeping his face close to my body, pausing ever so slightly to bury his face against my bulge before continuing up to kiss me. When we returned to the normal rhythm, now MUCH closer together, I could have sworn I felt his bulge grow
just as mine was.
You ready to head out beautiful? Its getting close to closing. He asked, caressing my back. I nodded in silent agreement, and he guided me to the door, his hand in the back pocket of my jeans in a clear declaration to those remaining: this boy is mine.