My German Lover, Part 27, chapter 6 (Conclusion)
This story is coming to it’s final conlusion. Yes, that’s the last chapter. Or course, an Epilogue will follow a bit later, to bring you up to date….
I must tell you that at first, I didn’t want to write this final chapter… The last time I was in Martinique, I had a long talk with Paul about that. He knows why I didn’t want to write this chapter. And after a while thinking, Paul told me : « Well look Jack. You have written that story for us. And we thank you. But now, if you choose to write the final chapter, don’t do it for us, do it for you… »
When I came back to Montréal, I decided I would write it. I owed it to you… and to Mike.
It’s been very hard for me to write this last chapter. Later, you’ll understand why. But I did my very best. Of course, there are things I just can’t talk about. Even to this day, It hurts too much for me to write or talk about them. I hope you will understand. And I thank you in advance.
I hope you will enjoy this last chapter.
When we came out of the cab, we saw there was a line-up at the night club…
We took our places in the queue and waited for our turn to be admitted, making small talk in the meantime. As we were waiting, I looked at the guys waiting there with us and I could see that most of them were about our age. Obviously, many were college jocks.
And I grinned when I saw some of them were checking us out. In fact, I felt inspected as though I was beef on the hoof. “Sorry dudes”, I said to myself, thinking they didn’t stand a chance with Mike and me as we had no intentions or thoughts of hooking up with other guys. We were there to have a drink and some fun, and that was all..
I also noted that a few guys were lusting after Heinrich and smiled to myself, thinking that they just didn’t stand a chance with him either. He was a “lost cause” for them. “Straight as an arrow”, I said to myself, grinning. But it’s true he’s a good-looking guy and I couldn’t blame them for lusting after him. He’s about 5.11 inches tall, has auburn hair and hazel eyes. He has a nice body and is in good shape. And such a nice smile… No, I couldn’t blame them for lusting after him…
At one point, I turned around to see how big the line-up had grown: There was an additional 20 to 25 guys standing in line behind us. As I was checking the line-up, the hunk directly behind me stared into my eyes… then he dropped his gaze leaning back a few inches. I felt his gaze giving me the once over…
“You’re alone?”, he asked in a pleasant voice…
“Sorry dude. I’m with my boyfriend here…”
“Too bad… he answered grinning, lowering his gaze again, taking a peek at my basket…
“Un-huh”, I answered, softly chuckling…
I looked at Heinrich who was standing in the line right in front of me and asked:
“Are you sure you want to come in there with us? Being straight won’t protect you from wandering hands, you know…”
“Hey… I’m a . I can defend myself… Don’t worry about me dude…”, he answered, grinning…
“Yeah well just don’t start a fight in there, huh? If at some point or another, you want to leave, just tell us… and we’ll leave…”
“Fine with me…”, he answered…
Fortunately, we didn’t have to wait for too long since the line moved quite rapidly. And before long, we found ourselves inside the lobby…
“There’s a cover charge…”, Heinrich said…
“Oh? How much?”, I asked…
“Let me see… 40 Marks…”, he answered seconds later…
When my turn came, I paid the guy my cover charge. He grabbed my wrist, flipped it over and plastered it with a stamp that glowed in the dark.
“You’re good man… Next, please”, he said, giving me a nice smile…
We walked over to a doorman and showed him the stamps on our wrists. He looked at them, then looked at us:
“There’s a stack of gorgeous young arses here to fuck tonight. Have fun guys…”, he said, checking us out from head to toe…
“Yeah. Sure…”, Mike answered, laughing…
When the door opened we were blasted by latino music, which was fine with me since I love rhythm music…
After getting adjusted to the light, I began to scan the room and soon realized the place was huge and filled to maximum capacity. The dance floor was packed solid like a sardine can and there were go-go cages all around the place where guys were shaking their tight asses just to look cute…
I noted the bar at the far side. I turned, looked back to Mike and Heinrich and I flicked my head for them to follow me. While the music was pounding in our ears, we struggled our way through the human traffic and slowly made it to the bar.
Obviously, we were looking a little wide-eyed and out of our element when we heard one of the barmen ask us:
“Your first time here, huh?”
“Don’t forget to visit the basement… Care for drinks dudes?”, he asked …
I looked at Mike and Heinrich and asked them:
“Can I buy you a beer dudes? I mean both of you?”
They nodded and I ordered three Heinekens…
The barman was naked apart from a little black leather thong… There was a large mirror at an angle on the bar floor, so anyone buying a drink got a good view of the his nice ass. I gave Mike a look and grinned. Mike was grinning too, and so was Heinrich…
“You would never make me wear one of those thongs…”, Heinrich said to my ear in a low voice…
“Me neither…”, I answered, laughing my heart out…
Moments later, our barman was back with our beers:
“Here you go, gorgeous…”, he said to Mike, placing his beer in front of him…
Then he served Heinrich his beer, while surveying his body.
“I’m sure you’re gonna have lots of fun here tonight. It’s a good night for cruising…”, he said to me, placing my beer in front of me, adding a dirty wink…
I nodded and paid him…
We then walked to the far end of the bar where there was some room to spread out and we backed up between two barstools, resting our backs against the big oak bar itself. From our vintage point at the bar, we had a good view of the crowd.
When I focused more so on the crowd I noted that most of the guys around us were scantily clad. Then I began to watch the guys on the dance floor. As the climate was sweltering, most of them had removed their shirts. Some were wearing tight jeans, sticking to their butts and legs like a second skin. Others were only wearing briefs, to show their strong and muscular bodies. A few were stark naked: Obviously they were totally intoxicated and didn’t care about being bareass naked around hundreds of other people…
“Look right next to you”, Heinrich said, elbowing me…
I turned across to look at two good-looking guys standing right next to me. They were French kissing. Then one of them lifted his friend’s shirt to check out his abs. First thing we knew, he was licking his nipples hard. His hands grabbed his friend’s bubble butt and he slapped his ass. After a few seconds, we saw him undo his friend’s jeans to squeeze his hard package and zip back. He smiled to his friend and said something to him in his ear. A second later, we saw them walk through the crowd towards the far end of the room where there seemed to be a door…
I looked back at Heinrich and rolled my eyes…
“Where do you think they’re going?”, Heinrich asked…
“I’m not sure… but I think you can figure that out…”, I answered, grinning…
Heinrich burst out laughing. I picked my beer and took a big slug. I felt the burning of the liquor going down my throat. It only added to the feeling I was having right now, anxiousness, nervousness and… well… exited at once.
Again, Heinrich leaned over to my ear and said:
“Look over there…”
“… On the dance floor, to your left…”
I looked in the direction he had indicated and there on the dance floor, in full view, two jocks were dance fucking, the stud behind penetrating his friend in time to the music, playing with his cock at the same time, much to the delight of the onlookers…
I looked back at Heinrich and said:
“…We’re not all like them, you know…”
“I know, I know… but it sure looks like they’re having fun…”, he answered, laughing…
Then the music changed, and some of the dancers changed partners. Before long, many were French kissing on the dance floor, grinding their groins with all of us observing them…
A while later, the lights over the dance floor pulsed and the music blared with another loud latino beat…Then we heard shouts of approval and enthusiasm coming from the dance floor…
“What’s going on over there?”, Heinrich asked me…
“I don’t know. I can’t see from here…”
Heinrich flicked his head to the side stopping in the direction of the dance floor and said:
“…Let’s go over there and have a look…”
As we were trying to make our way through the crow towards the dance floor, to see what was going on over there, we ran a gauntlet of wandering hands, hands that were trying to strike our legs, bums and dicks…
A yellow strobe light flickered on the dance floor and when we finally reached it, we heard some guys wolf whistling while others were shouting out: “Fuck him… fuck him hard…”
We looked and saw a handsome college jock stark naked, standing in a circle of admirers. Dancers were happy to smooch up behind him, inserting their cocks into his bum, fucking and dancing at the same time. Guys were lining up behind him, waiting for their turn to penetrate him in time to the music, much to the delight of the onlookers. I must say my dick twitched more than once, looking at this handsome stud being fuck by all those good-looking guys…
The young college jock began to jack off while being fucked, and a few minutes later he started to shoot his cum all over the dance floor while the onlookers were hooting and hollering, applauding him…
Although I couldn’t believe my eyes, I must be honest and admit that my dick was straining against my jeans, aroused and erect…
Then I felt someone standing behind me place his hands on my ass. Reaching around my waist from behind, a hand began to feel my crotch. The guy behind me exhaled loudly into my ear as his fingers found the shape of my dick through my pants. He started to fondle and caress me while pushing his groin against my ass at the same time. As I was certain it was Mike, standing behind me, I turned to look back at him and I was very much surprised to see it wasn’t Mike standing there but a young thin weaselly lad with hair spiked up with gel. He read the surprise on my face but said:
“…Nice ass you have dude. It’s a sin to keep it covered with those jeans… Why don’t you follow me to the basement?”
“I forced his hands off my body and answered:
“No thanks, pal… I’m with my boyfriend. Sorry…”
“Hey… I wouldn’t mind taking the two of you…”, he answered, grinning…
“We’re good. Thanks…”
“Come on, follow me…”, he insisted…
“Look pal… I don’t want to be rude, but… no.”
“Okay, okay… But if you change your mind, you know I’m here, huh?” he finally said, bumping me with his elbow…
The nerve. The fucking nerve. What a baboon, I said to myself!
I looked around to find Mike and when my eyes found him, I flicked my head, beckoning him to where I was standing.
When he reached me, I leaned over to his ear and told him about what had just happened…
Mike looked back at me and began to laugh heavy-heartedly…
“That’s not funny…”, I said. But then, I started to laugh…
“I’m gonna stay right next to you, and I will beat the shit out of the next guy who tries to make a pass at you…”, Mike said, laughing…
“Don’t do that”, I replied, grinning… “The guy might like that…”
After about two hours of hanging out, drinking and having a good time… watching the “shows” all around us… Heinrich looked at me and said:
“Hey! Why don’t we go to see that basement the barman told us about?
I stared at him with a blank face. Then, realizing he was serious I answered:
“What? You want to go there? I mean…”
“Why not? I’m just curious…”
“Yeah well you might not like what we’ll see there…”
“…I’m broadminded you know. And as long as the three of us stick together, there’s no danger…”
I looked at Mike and told him Heinrich wanted to visit the “basement”…
“Oh yeah?”, he answered, with a surprised look on his face…
“Okay then…But do you know how to find that place?”, he asked me…
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