This isn't a dance club--it's an insane asylum. You could get arrested for doing that in public in, oh, I don't know, how many states?
Pressed tightly against the wall of Amour Magique's dance floor, Laurence couldn't help admiring the way tight leather trousers were put together on a pair of dancers, lacing up the sides of either leg with long thongs. He watched wide-eyed as the two men, undulating to the driving rhythm of the music, stripped off their pants without once losing the beat, strips of leather now slithering loose like snakes. He also really couldn't help seeing and admiring the fact that neither dancer wore anything underneath but their bare skin.
So? He was male, and gay. As were they. Very much of the gay persuasion, if the visual was anything to go by. Naked and erect, the two gyrated chest to chest and kissed each other as if they wanted to drink one another's essence from the mouth down. They were a sight to make any artist weep, both tall and thin, brown as nuts, corded with runner's muscles, and with nearly identical cocks pressed up against one another's stomachs.
And no one else around looked like they noticed a damn thing!
Well, no, that wasn't exactly true. The two got a few looks--of admiration. Envy. Desire. But no one was jumping in there to tell them to get their pants back on, oh, no.
Laurence felt as though he should look away but couldn't seem to make himself. If, however, one of those men happened to turn around, and ... oh. Oh, wow. Yep, face about and present--bending over to grasp his bent knees, ass in the air, a look of utter abandon and excitement written across his face. The man's partner spread those ass cheeks that were already shiny with some sort of lubricant and rubbed deep inside the cleft. The dancer's mouth fell open with a wanton sort of lust.
So did Laurence's.
Male! Gay! Free show! Hello?
Leaning down to press a score of kisses to his lover's bowed spine, the dominant man began to thrust himself inside what must feel like a wet, silken iron fist. Laurence breathed in deeply as the man seated himself with short, sharp thrusts, not stopping until his balls slapped his partner's ass. The look on the other man's face made something twist up and ache in Laurence's stomach. God, but it had been so long since he'd...
As the two men began to have sex in earnest, Laurence forced himself to look away and walk on, out of earshot of their exclamations of pleasure. Free porn was all well and good, but when it brought home the truth that you weren't getting any and hadn't had any for a few years, the feeling of being an outsider cut too sharply.
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