We were on the dancefloor. Just two drops in an ocean of bodies. The club was easily over capacity. The constant bumping and colliding with other dancers was simultaneously exhilarating and claustrophobic. I think it’s the fear of being trampled or suffocated that it made it all the more exciting. It was like the entire club had turned into one giant mosh pit. Bodies were flailing and twisting everywhere. You couldn’t tell where one person ended and the next began.

The thumping bass pulses of Massive Attack were echoing across the room, deafening the sounds of the multitude swaying together like one throbbing, living, mass. The music was so loud you couldn’t hear yourself screaming. And surely no one else could either.

I’d been grinding with an incredibly hot Latin stud named Jose. I’d managed to catch his name at the bar before the club filled up and conversation became an exercise in futility. Didn’t matter though. There was nothing to be said with words that we couldn’t communicate to one another with our bodies, with the jutting of our hips, with the lock of our lips, with the gropes of our fingertips.

Jose and I were kissing, entangled together among this suffocating mass of drunk, stoned, rolling partiers all just looking to connect; to have a good time. His lips were like electric ice, surging through me, setting my body atremble. I sought to devour him whole, there beneath the neon lights.

We moved together, our bodies aligned, Jose noticed the enormous bulge thrusting forth at the front of my pants. There was nothing I could have done to hide it; we were smashed too close together for either of us to disguise anything from the other. Jose didn’t mind. He just smiled and placed his hand on my package, massaging me through the leather fronts of my pants as we continued to move our bodies to the beat.

I looked around to see who might see, but the body-to-body sea of people was no longer comprised of any individuals who might judge the others. We were just one writhing mass, all feeling the same things together… all wanting the same things together.

And without speaking, Jose knew this too. I felt his thick, forceful fingertips working the folds of my leathers to find the tab of the zipper. In a moment, I felt a rush as the riveted closure was slowly unzipped, sending a blast of cool air into the hot pocket formed where my burning cock was sequestered behind the hide. My thick, hard, seven-inch rod immediately sprung free, as there were no layers underneath my leathers to provide further restraint.

My cock swinging freely as I continued to dance amidst this packed room of other clubgoers, I felt an undeniable surge of adrenaline at exposing myself to all these others. The two men bumping closest to my right and left each looked down with an approving smirk at my unencumbered member. Jose too was admiring my cock.

Still moving his body in synch with mine, he slowly twisted and bent his knees, descending my frame, dragging his hands and arms along my body as he did so. Soon he was at my cock, snapping and biting at it like a hungry canine. He drove me mad with the nips of his lips and teeth.

Then he was on me, mouthfucking me in rhythm to the beat of the bass heavy mood rock that was guiding the motions of