This series contains Gay Sex, Nudism, Exhibitionism, Bareback Sex, Double Penetration, CMNM, Gangbangs, Sex in Public, Fuck Machines and Toys. If material of this nature offends you or you are underage then you should not read this story.
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After our nap, I feel Gus is a bit hard inside my ass. Since today is Thursday, he is probably excited about the stripping contest at the gay nightclub. After being restrained to the hotel, beach, and restaurant, we are both eager to be naked in front of new people.
Reading my mind, Gus shoves the new Butt plug I have on loan, which has a clear base, up my ass—perfect for going out. This plug is thicker than the double-ended dildos, and I love how it stretches me.
In preparation for the contest, he does about 50 push-ups before we head to the showers to wash each other off.
"You know, for me, you have the most incredible body, ass, and dick," I whisper in his ear.
After drying off, Gus hands me the lotion, and I smear it over every inch of his gorgeous body.
"I am so lucky. Look at you," I say.
He then hands me his clear cock ring, which I easily put on for him thanks to his smooth shaved skin. John was right—the ring is invisible and pushes Gus’s beautiful balls and penis forward, making them look bigger.
After brushing our teeth and combing our hair, we head to the lobby, where Rodrigo waves us over and hands us our cock socks.
"Jack left these for you," he says.
We wrap our swimsuits around our wrists and head over to meet Taylor and Steve by the pool.
"Ready to lose?" Steve teases.
"No, are you?" Gus replies immediately.
"Save it for the contest and let’s just have a peaceful dinner," Taylor says in a stern tone.
At the restaurant, Carlo and Tony greet us warmly. Still professional, they are clearly more playful, and we all feel a certain comfort level. Once seated, instead of handing us menus, they announce they have a special meal prepared for us.
After the delicious dinner, we move to the bar for a few drinks before heading to the nightclub. With the restaurant at about 70% capacity, Tony and Carlo join us. After hearing about the contest and bet, they say they will do their best to make it.
"We’ve been discussing having dancers or even some type of sex show here on our slow nights. Consider tonight your audition," Tony says, half-joking, half-serious.
With Gus, Steve, Tony, and Carlo engrossed in their conversation about dancing and entertainment, Taylor and I talk among ourselves.
"I am so impressed with your oral skills. It’s rare to see someone who can deep-throat the way you do," Taylor shares. "You seem to really enjoy it, and you should see some of the faces of the guys I’ve seen you blow. It’s like you’re making love to their dicks."
"I really do enjoy it. I love when guys fuck my throat and feed me their loads," I say. "I’ve seen you sucking Steve’s monster too, and I’m impressed myself."
"I’ve been in porn for 20+ years and have sucked some of the biggest dicks in the industry. It wasn’t easy at first, but I love sucking dick. I’m so lucky I get paid for it."
"Hey, we should find some dicks to suck at the nightclub tonight," Taylor says with a huge smile and a naughty look.
Unable to hide my excitement, I immediately nod. The thing about being naked is we both notice each other getting a bit hard and laugh.
"Boners are natural," I say.
When the time comes to head to the nightclub, Steve and Taylor each put on matching white G-strings, which are quite revealing. Though not see-through, the cotton fabric is thin, perfectly highlighting their impressive manhood’s.
"I am impressed," Gus admits.
"What can we say? Your commitment to nudity and exhibitionism is inspiring," Steve says.
"Derrick and I will get naked upon arrival and remain that way the entire time, even after our contest. Can I persuade you to do the same?" Gus asks in a compelling tone.
"You know we’ll be the only naked ones, right? But what the hell, yes, we’ll be naked with you," Steve says.
As we walk, the streets are busy with people out for dinner. We cross a main street lined with outdoor restaurants filled with diners. As usual, we feel the commotion our revealing swimsuits cause and notice people scanning us up and down. More than usual, they take pictures or videos of us with their phones.
This attention, of course, causes Gus and me to get semi-hard as we enjoy being on display. Our 100% see-through mesh swimsuits make our hard dicks fully visible.
Walking into the nightclub, it is particularly busy. The bouncer eyes our swimsuits in surprise. Pulling him aside, I let him know we will be spending our time at the nightclub naked and ask if there’s a clothing check. He shows us inside and hands us a bag with a combination lock. After we all strip, I place our tiny swimwear in the huge bag and hand it to him. He writes the bag number and lock combination on my wrist with a marker.
Inside, we realize we are the only naked ones. Half the club is occupied by fully clothed men in shirts and jeans, while the other half wears swim trunks, tank tops, or button-ups. The one exception is a table with four guys in speedos, two bare-chested and two in tank tops.
As we pass by, men openly scan our bodies. Some stop to flirt, and others ask to photograph us or take pictures with us, which we accept and enjoy.
Checking out the club, I notice four podiums with stripper poles spread throughout the front of the bar. The bar is large, staffed with many bartenders, and surrounded by about 30 to 40 men ordering drinks or sitting.
We find a table near the bar, but no stools are available, so we stand around, dancing to the music. Gus and Steve head to the bar to register and grab drinks. As soon as we are left alone, more men approach us for pictures. Some even grab our dicks or asses while posing.
When the guys return, they are visibly excited for the contest. They were told only two other contestants had signed up so far. Since they were already naked, the MC suggested they stay that way unless they wanted a costume, which they declined. They also ran into Jack at the bar and told him they wouldn’t need the posing suits.
They were required backstage in 20 minutes, which we spent dancing and enjoying our drinks.
By this time, the novelty had worn off and fewer people were asking to take pictures with us. However, as the place became more crowded, we were constantly getting groped—guys spanking our asses, stroking our dicks, or touching us wherever they pleased. The constant attention had me pretty turned on.
As the guys were about to leave for their contest, I acted without thinking, knowing sex was allowed. I bent over and took Gus in my mouth to make sure he was fully hard for his show. Within minutes, Gus’s nine and a half inches were rock hard. Taking his dick down to the base a few more times, I noticed Taylor doing the same out of the corner of my eye. I stood up and wished Gus’s luck with a kiss.
As soon as the guys left, a waiter brought us drinks and pointed to two fully clothed, tall, and extremely handsome Latin men from a nearby table. They immediately approached us. We smiled and thanked them for the drinks as they introduced themselves in the sexiest Latin accents.
“We are straight and here with two other straight friends of ours,” one of them said. “We heard that men give better blowjobs than women, and we want to find out if it’s true. We just saw how easily you both took those monster cocks down your throats, and we were very impressed.”
Lowering their zippers, they each whipped out huge semi-hard cocks. “We and our friends are all big, so we’re hoping you can help us.”
“You came to the right table,” I replied instantly. “My friend and I would be happy to blow you and your friends so you can judge for yourselves. Our boyfriends are in the stripper contest, so as soon as that’s over, we’ll come over and milk your cocks with our throats.”
“Deal,” both men replied excitedly. “Don’t worry about getting any more drinks. We’ll send you a bottle of champagne shortly.”
Taylor, unable to hide his excitement, smiled. “That’s what I love about rich straight men. They know how to treat you. And did you see those beautiful, huge dicks? I was about to drop to my knees right there and then,” he said, still smiling.
Soon after, the music volume dropped, and the lights dimmed. The only visible lights came from the bar. A spotlight from the ceiling illuminated the MC standing on top of the bar.
“Welcome and thank you for joining us this Thursday. As you know, tonight we have our stripping contest with a $500 grand prize for the winner. We have four contestants for your enjoyment. Each man will have three minutes for his solo show. After all the contestants perform, they will continue dancing together for another three minutes. Then, you will cheer for your favorite. In the event of a tie, the two finalists will move to the bar for another five minutes so you can get a closer look before you pick a winner.”
A second spotlight lit up the first podium as the MC introduced Kyle. He was dressed as a cowboy, wearing chaps over a shiny red bikini, an open vest with fringe, and a cowboy hat. He was extremely attractive and used the pole skillfully, simulating riding a horse while waving his hat. After sensually removing everything but the speedo, he continued working the pole. To finish his routine, he bent over, pulled his speedo down to his knees exposing his round ass, and used his hat to cover his dick, teasing the crowd before pulling his speedo back up.
Taking a quick look at Taylor and myself, we were both hard.
The spotlight turns off, and then the second podium lights up. There stands my baby, Gus, introduced by the MC.
Standing naked and gripping the stripper pole, sexiness naturally oozes from him. Fully nude and hard, he sends the crowd into a frenzy. He moves slowly, and although he gyrates his hips, his routine is less about dancing and more about showcasing his body. Each stunt earns cheers from the audience.
First, with his side to the crowd, he bends over, grabbing the base of the pole. He lifts his leg into a full split, perfectly exposing his hole, taint, balls, and dick. The crowd cheers as he holds the position for a few seconds. Then, he climbs the pole, facing the audience. Suspended mid-air, he uses his feet to propel his pelvis forward, offering an impressive view of his dick as he begins spinning, providing the audience a 360 degree view.
Still hanging, he turns his body, lifting his legs to expose his hole. Slowly, he slides down until he reaches the split position, then bends his torso forward, exposing himself even more. Finally, he stands while remaining bent over, pushing his hard-dick and balls behind his legs and spreading his ass with his hands. A signature Gus move that gets a huge reaction from the crowd.
On the third podium, an incredibly attractive stripper in a cop uniform named Sam begins his dance. His body is flawless, but his approach differs. He focuses on the art of stripping, blending sensuality with powerful dance moves.
When he removes his pants, he reveals a sexy semi-see-through-camouflage-print G-string that accentuates his stunning physique. To my surprise, he bends over, sliding off his last piece of clothing. Covering his dick with his hat, he teases the crowd before finally tossing it into the audience precisely seconds before his spotlight fades, revealing a decently sized and hard cock.
When Steve’s podium lights up, the crowd roars. I’m impressed by how well he works the pole, mixing sensual dance moves with technical skill. After a minute, he pulls out a bottle of oil and starts rubbing it over his body. The sight alone makes me start precumming. The crowd is quiet and carefully watching his every move.
By the time he reaches his dick, he’s fully stroking it, playing with the head. A string of precum drips onto his belly, which he spreads over his skin. Then, he bends over, pouring oil down his crack. Setting the bottle aside, he uses his hands to spread the oil, pulling his cheeks apart to expose his hairy hole. Suddenly, he shoves a finger inside, making the audience gasp.
Steve’s performance was equally exciting as it was sexual, the result a completely arousing show from a seasoned performer.
When all four podiums are lit, the cowboy and the cop are back in their red bikini and camouflage G-string, respectively. The four men begin dancing together. Steve strokes his dick occasionally, Gus performs a few stunts, the cowboy lowers his bikini, and the cop, while teasingly covering himself with his hat, finally removes his G-string.
The crowd is in a frenzy, captivated by every movement, every tease, every touch.
After the music stops, the MC asks the crowd to clap, and voting begins. I honestly have no idea what is about to happen. All four men were incredible, but of course, I’m rooting for Gus and Steve.
The cheers are close, but Gus and Steve clearly receive the loudest applause, resulting in a tie. The cop and cowboy graciously bow out, and Gus and Steve are directed to the bar for a final five-minute dance. I can see patrons visibly groping them as they make their way to the bar.
The bar is packed, with patrons standing and sitting close enough to touch them. As soon as Gus gets up there, he does the splits with his back to the crowd, exposing his hole and pushing his cock and balls behind his legs. Steve immediately lies on his back and starts stroking his monster-cock. Within seconds, hands are all over them, and I lose sight of them.
Knowing one of them will win, Taylor and I exchange a glance. Without a word, we down our champagne and head to the table where our rich straight friends sit. Without hesitation and still being the only naked ones in the bar, we drop to our knees between them.
Seconds later, we each have two dicks in front of us, giving equal attention to both. I alternate stroking one with my hand while sucking the other. Soon, they are all hard, and the men talk amongst themselves, humiliating us, calling us cocksuckers and fags. Their sexy Latin accents only turn me on more, pushing me to give them the best blowjobs I can.
The dicks are massive, and having two at once is an intoxicating thrill. Entranced, I take each cock deep, making love to them with my tongue, even attempting to take both in my mouth at once.
After a while one of my guys starts cumming, and I eagerly swallow his load. Distracted, I barely register that one of Taylor’s guys is also cumming. I keep sucking the remaining man for a few more seconds before he too releases his load down my throat. Another of Taylor’s guys follows suit, and then the one who originally propositioned us speaks.
"Okay, we need to try the other cocksucker," he says, and the four men switch, eager for a second round immediately after having just cummed.
Taylor and I waste no time getting to work. A few minutes in, a third naked guy stands before me, ready to have his dick sucked. Looking up, I see it's Steve. A fourth man, still wearing a camouflage G-string, whips out his cock in front of me. I know it's the stripper cowboy.
I’m in overdrive, alternating between cocks, sucking one while stroking two others. I lose track of time, completely lost in the pleasure of servicing these delicious monsters. Steve is the biggest, and I love choking on his massive length the most.
One by one, they start cumming in my mouth. Determined not to waste a drop, I wrap my lips around each cockhead as they release, ensuring I swallow every last drop.
As I am cleaning the last drop from the last guy, a naked man with a huge, familiar cock starts slapping me with his dick. I recognize him as one of the chefs, but I'm not sure which one. They both look alike, and their dicks are nearly identical. What a last-minute treat! I love these guys' cocks, and my ass is still sore from the rough fuck they gave me this morning, which turns me on even more. I finally make my chef cum, I assume Taylor is blowing the other one.
Turning around to look at Taylor for the first time, I noticed he took on his two guys, plus Gus, the stripper cowboy, and one of the chefs. Both of us look teary eyed, but they are tears of pleasure, I notice a look of satisfaction on Taylor’s face—a look only a satisfied cocksucker can make. We each took seven cum loads, which I think is great for a Thursday night. I can feel the hot cum in my belly and even though I wish I could blow more I feel satisfied.
The guy who approached our table and propositioned us speaks. "There is no doubt fags are better cocksuckers than women. If you are here next Thursday, we'll pay for all of your drinks. We have some more friends we’d like you to blow."
"Fine by us. The more, the better," Taylor replies.
Getting back to our table, we learn that Steve won. "Congratulations! Wow, this means—" I begin to say.
"We get to fuck you in the ass as soon as we get to our hotel," Steve interrupts.
"I was going to say you won $500," I reply.
Steve saying that he and Taylor are going to fuck me tonight makes my dick jump a bit, but it also embarrasses me slightly, hearing it in front of the strippers and the chefs. Then I think—why would I be embarrassed? The chefs fucked me this morning at the sex shop, and I just blew one of the strippers, who both saw me blow six other guys.
Receiving two more bottles of expensive champagne from our new friends, the strippers, chefs, and the rest of us spend some more time dancing naked in the nightclub before eventually heading back to our hotel. I am so happy we got out tonight and the nightclub was such a great time.
