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Voyeurism: Crying At The Discotheque (2/3) 
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Author: JuanS  Published: 8/10/2005  story views: 5585


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a sea of muscled hunks. Their bodies grinded against mine. A Latin stud stepped up to me and pressed his crotch against me. I could feel the bulge grow hard the more he pressed against me. I played along for a bit, stroking it until it grew to full length. It was very impressive indeed but I wasn’t in the mood for that tonight. Still, I continued to let him grind for a few minutes before I made my way to the next stud.

I danced and danced letting the music take me to a higher place. Several guys tried to pick me up but I turned them all down. One thing I would say about the dance floor, it was definitely an ego booster. After an hour of solid dancing I left the dance floor. It was time for a pick me up and there was no better place for that than the restroom.

I pushed my way through until I reached the restroom. Inside I got into the first open stall and pulled out my handy mirror. I made a white line and then erased it with my nostril. It burned all the way to my soul. This was just what I needed. I started to draw a second line but thought better of it. The night was still young, I’d better make it last. I got up to leave when I heard the sound of voices.

“You wanna know what it’s like to blow the man with the number one movie in America?” said the man in the next stall.

I pressed my ear to the wall to get a better listen.

“First let me see that sweet ass,” he then said.

I heard the sound of a zipper followed by the sound of a pair of pants as they hit the floor. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed an opening in the stall. I pressed my eye to it and to my good fortune I had a clear view into the action.

I didn’t recognize the actor all. Then again, all I could really see of him was a very large erection pressed against a pair of designer jeans. His hands squeezed the tight ass in front of him spreading them apart to reveal a nice pink pucker. He pulled down the zipper of his jeans and I caught my breath as he pulled out the fattest cock I’d ever seen. He pressed the head of his cock on the mans opening, as he rubbed his pre cum all over it.

“Fuck yeah you’re tight,” he said. “Turn around.”

The man turned around and revealed his face to me. He was a very attractive model that had made a big splash on the runways last month at Fashion Week. I had no idea he was gay. I remembered he’d made such fuss about having his girlfriend around at all times. Now, here he was opening his mouth for cock. I watched as the actor slid his fat dick inside the models mouth. He choked on it but that didn’t stop him from taking it down to the root. Seeing his face buried in the actor’s dark bush got me hard.

Through the hole I watched the model get face fucked by this impressively large pecker. The actor pulled his cock out of the
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