everyone in the room. I felt like the key player in some unseemly, sexual, orchestra as Jose passionately and drunkenly blew my cock while the guys in the immediate vicinity kept dancing, occasionally glancing down at the event unfolding near their waists.

They continued to bump into Jose’s back and shoulders with their hips, each unanticipated nudge of his body providing a surge of intensity to the oral treatment I was receiving. Soon there was nothing more I could bare, and I was coming. I would have tried to warn him, but there was no way he could have heard my words. I filled Jose’s sweet, warm mouth with a generous helping of my seed. He rubbed, his thick, full, Latin lips across the head of my cock and smeared my come all over his face.

He rose to his feet and kissed me, letting me taste myself on him. The men on either side of us leaned in. Spontaneously, Jose and I broke our lips embrace, turning our heads to the side to meet lips with the other guys who’d witnessed our act. Sharing my come with them as well, we fulfilled our role as just one part of this giant, unified mass of lusting clubbers.