Guys getting hot in the club - bumping and grinding on and off the dance floor
I’ve known Carter forever. We were teammates in high school, and our colleges were a close enough drive that we hung out all the time. I haven’t seen him since the pandemic started, but he hit me up to let me know he got a new job and would be moving to my city. He’s my good bro, and I was excited to see him, but less so when he said we should hit the clubs. I’m not a big club guy, but I'll go if that’s what he wanted. Not that I owed him anything, but I’ll never forget how he was there for me when I came out a few years ago.
I’d always had a little crush on Carter. It’s not hard to see why. The dude was born with a six-pack, and at 6’2” of solid muscle, with a dimpled smile that could melt lead, he had no shortage of people fawning over him. It doesn’t hurt that he’s funny, thoughtful, kind of a douche in the most endearing way, and flirts with absolutely everyone. So, when I saw him get out of the shower, water running down the deep trench of his abs and spilling off his manhood, my already tight jeans got tighter. I had a situation I needed to handle immediately, alone in my room.
As a compromise, we said we’d go to a gay club. There are always plenty of women at gay spots, but about zero guys interested in me at straight clubs. If I was worried about Carter feeling uncomfortable, I was sorely mistaken. He let loose, and I became the center of his attention. We danced, laughed, drank, and danced some more – with each other. Dancing with Carter, our heated bodies pressed against one another, made my situation rise up again. I was surprised to notice he had a throbbing situation himself. Things got hotter and heavier than I would have imagined. Especially on the dance floor! It was just a bit of drunken fun, but I’m worried about going home alone with him. If we take the fun too far, will we both regret it come the morning?
Guys getting hot in the club - bumping and grinding on and off the dance floor
I’ve known Carter forever. We were teammates in high school, and our colleges were a close enough drive that we hung out all the time. I haven’t seen him since the pandemic started, but he hit me up to let me know he got a new job and would be moving to my city. He’s my good bro, and I was excited to see him, but less so when he said we should hit the clubs. I’m not a big club guy, but I'll go if that’s what he wanted. Not that I owed him anything, but I’ll never forget how he was there for me when I came out a few years ago.
I’d always had a little crush on Carter. It’s not hard to see why. The dude was born with a six-pack, and at 6’2” of solid muscle, with a dimpled smile that could melt lead, he had no shortage of people fawning over him. It doesn’t hurt that he’s funny, thoughtful, kind of a douche in the most endearing way, and flirts with absolutely everyone. So, when I saw him get out of the shower, water running down the deep trench of his abs and spilling off his manhood, my already tight jeans got tighter. I had a situation I needed to handle immediately, alone in my room.
As a compromise, we said we’d go to a gay club. There are always plenty of women at gay spots, but about zero guys interested in me at straight clubs. If I was worried about Carter feeling uncomfortable, I was sorely mistaken. He let loose, and I became the center of his attention. We danced, laughed, drank, and danced some more – with each other. Dancing with Carter, our heated bodies pressed against one another, made my situation rise up again. I was surprised to notice he had a throbbing situation himself. Things got hotter and heavier than I would have imagined. Especially on the dance floor! It was just a bit of drunken fun, but I’m worried about going home alone with him. If we take the fun too far, will we both regret it come the morning?