Rough Prostate Massage

Still on ecstasy, now strangely horny, I started jerking off while sniffing his load. Realizing I was dry, I did something naughty and transferred his semen onto my cock. Now lubed, it felt even better to masturbate in the dark room.
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Saturday night at The Screw was always wild. The drinks were strong, the bass was heavy, and most importantly the guys were just my type. It doubled as a chill cocktail bar in the evening, but when the basement dance floor opened at midnight, that’s when shit got real.
Unlike some of the twinkier clubs in the area, The Screw catered to bears, beards and muscle bound Daddies. You could still find the occasional smooth boy on the hunt, but it was generally a furry bunch.
I, of course, was in the twink camp and frequented with a likeminded group of friends. Easy to spot, we were all totally smooth–face, chest, everything–most of us naturally. We weren’t into the leather scene like a lot of other patrons and instead opted to go shirtless in our basketball shorts. That night I was naughty and also went commando.
Even though this place was notoriously raunchy, I didn’t necessarily go there to get fucked. Sure, I expected at least one dance floor makeout and maybe even a cheeky finger, but nothing tooooo crazy. But by 1AM, when the crowd was hot and heavy, those puritan ideals no longer seemed realistic.
I’d taken ecstasy to ramp up my night (sue me) and was starting to feel it. My blood simmered as flashing lights burned still images of the sweating bodies around me. The energy was chaotic but sexual, the DJ perfectly in tune with our collective libido. We were all on something and he controlled us like puppets through his hypnotic techno beat. One big wave of...