The muscled stranger

Once again I found myself exploring the beautiful french area. it was a beautiful night as usual, it happened three years ago, I was nineteen going on twenty. feeling a little excited and well pumped up from the gym, I decided to head to the clubs.

Mind you, in Montreal I found that there are always lots of action. And one do not suffer in terms of getting their groove on. being a very out going young black man, I get hit on all the time, from both women and men and I enjoy it all. back then I had never experienced any sexual act with any man, so when I found my self in a trendy gay bar, all due to curiousity, I was nervous as hell, yet well excited.

Inside the club couples of many forms were working up the dance floor, there were lots of straight couples there , which made things quite easier for me, all because I was straight acting and loves sex with women , but found the desire to explore the male organ of hot young men.
As the night went on, music blaring, drinks in hands, smoke in the air, shirtless studded muscle men sweating up the dance floor, so was my eyes and body building up a lustful sweat, as I boggie and let it all loose on the dance floor.

On the main dance floor I remained for it had the most action. the men were wild, sexy, sweaty, shirtless and was groping and humping, doing the bump and grind on each other. my goodness what a site to see, they were so hottt , with golden tans, that my heart raced with sexual desire. I was being transfixed by the sight, it was like the scene from many gay movies where you would see all the good looking studds , sweating up the dance floor, but this time I was there in person and sure intend on being one of the attraction, for I am well toned, tall dark and sexy and can dance amongst the best.

So with my heart racing more than ever, shirt open to reveal my muscular chest, I became the chocolate in the vanilla sea. And man was I having fun, hands in the air, all smiles, I let Mr DJ take me on an escapade. I begaun doing the booty shake, then a little bit of erotic salsa, mixed with some dirty dancing, it was a sight to see, if only my mama could see me , she would be shocked out of her booty shorts.
Then as if like magnet I had guys teasing my waist hoping I would grind it with them, but I played the teasing game, and sure they were loving it and so was i, for it was all in good fun.

Then I felt it, a strong hand, holding unto my hips, I refused to turn around, I buck my ass up and gave him a hot booty jam, up and down his crotch , let's see if he can handle me, he sure couldnot, but was determine like hell to get down dity with me. I gyrated to the left then to right, I bump it down real low, he could not make it. his hands, now on my shoulders I decided to go slower to his pace, yet I refuse to look at his face, but from the body that was rubbing up against mine,i can tell he was well muscled and had a damn fine body.

The music changed, but we remained the same, I saw his strong hands as they pulled me closer and tighter into his embrace, they were nicely tan, he was a bronze studd and I was loving it, for white men , with great tans and physic get me etremely horny and that night I was having a first time experience like never before.

Sweat running down my body, ass grinding hard, nonestop, we continued. his cock was now hard, rigid against my ass, it was burning a feeling in me like never before. I was hot, horny, with an erection that was burning up my sexy white briefs. I was feeling wet, the pre cum was oozing out from my fat hard cock. oh man!! what a sensation.

Then his hands, those hands, with big strong fingers, started a game of their own, controlled by this muscled stranger. they were teasing me, across my hard stomach they grazed, sensous, erotically, tickled their way up and down my stomach, they played with the thin strip of hair running down my navel to my now dense crotch. they were hypnotizing. they were like the spider in its web, controlling its prey, I was his prey for the taking, my knees weakened, as the pre cum drained into my briefs and my ass trembled, damn I was in total estacy.

Over my hard cock they crawled, teasing it, squeezing it, making it cry in organy. he played a game like never before, up and down his magic fingers went, my ass buckled into his powerful cock, I felt a moistness between my crack. fuck it!! what was happening to me, that I just cannot stop.

Eyes were now looking at us, for the way my body moved, showed a beast in lustful heat. the way those strong hard fingers massage and captivate my cock, even the lights cried, for they were burning hot , blinding me, or was it tears of joy. he was magical!!
They continued to stared as my head rock back and forth, my ass up high, grinding roughly into his cock as the music blared. I saw them looking but yet I refused to stop I was loving it.

My hands without hesitation found his now powerful cock and worshipped it, caressed it. I slipped my hands inside his pants, clean shaven he was, I loved it. soon I found it, hard and wet, pre cum every where, I rubbed it up and down the sleekness creating a friction of their own. oh man, what am I doing!! he moaned and grabbed me closer, he started to pump my cock, I did the same to his, we were bathing eash other cock, with its own oil, smooth liquidy and clear, without any care. yet they still stared, but I refused to turn around , to face him, to see who he was. we were total strangers in the heat of the fire, controlled by a burning desire, so overwhelming , that the music would have ended , but our envious, lustful, wanting and dirty passion. dirty!! for the way we moved could tell we were fucking each other, with the light, with our smell, our hands, mainly our desire for not knowing who the other were, was the driving force within our body.

My cock, oh man!! I was feeling it. The blood rushing my balls tightened, the pre cum began to flow heavier. and so I began to pump him harder, now my hands out of his pants, but not leaving his cock, jerked him fast, quick, yet with emotion, I can hear him breathing faster, his hands tightened, same time my balls seems ready to blow. oh fuck, I was coming and so was he, for my hands never stopped pmping him, "FUCK! FUCK" he whispered, '"i am FUCKIN , COMING" feeling the heat , the sweat running down my spinal area, the fire within me , the smell of his cologne, the mere movement of our bodies, the trembling of his hard cock beneath my hands, the tightening of my balls, pre cum dripping, soaking up our briefs, the sensation , oh whats a feeling, yes it was hot> but the eyes, the light, they were upon us, with a painful, yet lusftful cry, I forcefully pulled away. I had to stop him before it was too late. so as I pulled away, I turned around for the first time and there we finally and truly saw the other face to face, for the very first time.

He was blonde, hair cut short, handsome, very muscular, shirt opened, wearing shorts somewhat like cargo pants, he was staring at me with the most wanting , suprised and bewildered expression. it was like he had just awaken from a wet dream, that really was happening. we just stared, our breathing was loud we were both panting, I Cculdnot believe what happened. we walked towards the other, yet eyes were still watching with smiling expression over their faces, as they bump and grind to the hot tempo into a night of their own.
As I stood before him, I smiled the most exhilarating Ssmile ever, and he returned the most sexy smile ever. With my heart racing, staring into his beady blue eyes, I said hello, as he lean over and whispered, with the sexiest of accents, into my ears "BONJOUR, JE SUIS FABRIS"

My heart melted away, for it was the beginning of a romance between a french and an english man, as they encountered and experienced like never before.