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First Time At The Sex Club
🕑 Added 2026-01-17 00:03:58 +0000 UTCAll Characters Are 18+ And Consenting
Alex paced the cramped backstage dressing room, bare feet sticking to the linoleum with every sharp turn. The air smelled of cologne, baby oil, and the sharp musk of guys who’d already worked up a sweat. Mirrors threw his reflection back at him from every angle: 24, lean, still carrying that soft boy-next-door look that made tips rain during the regular shows. Tonight he wore nothing but a black jockstrap so tiny it barely held his dick in place and a thin leather harness that dug into his chest just enough to remind him how exposed he was about to be. He kept tugging at the straps, like adjusting them might make his heart stop hammering.
It was his first night upstairs. He’d done the downstairs Magic Mike bullshit where you flexed, rolled your hips, and let strangers stuff singles into your waistband. Upstairs, they wanted to see everything…sweat, spit, cum, the whole filthy show. That’s why it was reserved for VIPs.
Alex was relatively inexperienced in all matters of the gay world. He’d known for years that he was, but only recently publicly came out. He took a job as a dancer here at the club to make ends meet. When the manager approached him asking if he wanted to make a little more money, he couldn’t help but say yes!
The dressing room door banged open. Jax strolled in, already slick with oil, leather shorts slung so low they showed the deep cut of his hips and the trail of dark hair disappearing beneath the waistband. Jax was 30, built like he lived for this, cocky grin that said he’d seen every kind of nervous new guy and fucked most of them into confidence.
“Shaking already, Dallas?” Jax’s voice was low and amused.
Alex stopped mid-step. “That obvious?”
“You’re about to rattle the walls.” Jax leaned against the makeup counter, arms crossed, biceps flexing. “Breathe. When the lights hit, don’t stare into them or you’ll go blind. I’ve seen you dance downstairs, you’re good. Just move with the bass, not your head. And when I grab you, just give in. They love watching a pretty boy surrender his first time.”
Alex swallowed. “How do you not lose your shit every night?”
“Practice…and this.” Jax fished a small white pill out of his shorts pocket, rolling it between his thumb and finger. “It’s a mild roll. It won’t knock you out and won’t make you sloppy. Just shuts up the voice screaming ‘what the fuck are you doing.’ I popped one my first night. It…and I…worked wonders. But it’s up to you.” He tossed Alex the pill
Alex stared at it. His palms were already sweaty when the intercom crackled: “Dallas and Jax, five minutes.”
Ten seconds before the next call, he muttered “Fuck it,” popped the pill in his mouth, and swallowed it dry. It scraped going down. He chased it with warm water from a bottle, pulse roaring in his ears.
Jax clapped his shoulder. “Let’s go make bank, kid.”
They stepped into the dim hallway. Bass from downstairs throbbed through the walls. Jax led him up the narrow stairs to the VIP lounge.
The upstairs room was smaller, darker, more intimate. Black walls swallowed the light. Red spots glowed over plush half-circle booths. The raised platform stage was low, padded black leather, close enough that front row guys could almost touch. No phones were allowed, bouncers checked wrists for VIP bands and patted everyone down. The crowd was mostly men in their 30’s to 50’s: tailored suits, dark jeans, button-downs open at the collar, drinks in hand, eyes already predatory. Stacks of bills waited on the stage edge from earlier acts. The air smelled like whiskey, cologne, and cigarettes. But none of those smells could overpower the one thing on everyone’s noses….sex.
An announcer yelled into a microphone with his best “announcer voice”: “INTRODUCING AND OLD FAVORITE ACCOMPANIED BY A BRAND NEW PERFORMER…JAX….AND DALLAS!”
Applause and whistles from the audience of horny men almost deafened Alex.
The spotlights snapped on as they hit the platform, blinding white. Alex blinked hard. The pill hadn’t hit yet so everything felt too sharp, too real, too scary. Jax started first: slow body roll, hands dragging down his own chest, fingers hooking the waistband of his shorts. Alex followed, stiff for the first few beats, then catching the rhythm. They circled, close enough their heat mixed.
Then the whisper cut through the bass.
“Alex?”
It was hushed. Fearful. Like the speaker was begging himself it wasn’t real. Alex’s stomach lurched. He knew that voice. Mr. Hargrove….his old high school wrestling coach. Mid-40’s, still thick with muscle. This was the same guy who’d stood in the locker room barking orders. He was straight, married, always the epitome of masculinity. But there he sat, dead center in the front row of this VIP Gay Sex Club, suit jacket off, tie loose, face pale under the red wash.
Alex froze. The room tilted. Then the pill slammed in…hot rush flooding his chest, melting down his spine, loosening every clenched muscle. Colors popped. Fear blurred into confidence. The coach’s shocked stare didn’t burn anymore. It fucking ignited him.
Jax felt the shift, closed the gap, hands sliding down Alex’s back, pulling him chest to chest. “You good?” he breathed against Alex’s ear.
Alex nodded, voice steady now. “Keep going.”
Jax grinned as he tugged the harness straps off slow, leather dragging over Alex’s skin. Then he squatted down and grabbed the waistband of Alex’s Speedo in his mouth and with expert maneuvering, got it down to his ankles without using either hand. Alex’s cock was already rock hard and throbbing. Sitting at roughly 6.5”, uncut.
Jax stood and then Alex yanked his shorts down in return, letting them pool at his ankles as well. Jax’s cock sprang free…thick, heavy, already half-hard. It appeared to be nearing 7” already and still had room to keep filling. The crowd murmured low and impressed. Bills fluttered onto the stage. $5’s, $10’s, $20’s. Alex even spotted a few $100’s.
Jax dropped to his knees. Locked eyes. Then took Alex’s cock in his mouth. He used slow, almost surgical movements, his tongue swirling the head under his foreskin before sliding it down with his mouth until his nose pressed against Alex’s pubes. Spit dripped when he pulled back, then he dove again, sucking hard. Alex’s fingers knotted in Jax’s hair, hips jerking on instinct. The sensation hit like lightning, the pill turning every nerve to fire.
Then they switched. Alex knelt, heart slamming because this would be his first time sucking a cock…and he had an audience. Jax guided him at first: “Nice and slow, just like that”, then rougher as Alex found the rhythm. He gagged a little, throat working, eyes watering, but he didn’t stop. Jax groaned loud, hand cradling the back of Alex’s head, fucking his mouth in shallow thrusts.
They stood. Bodies slammed together. Hands wrapped around each other’s cocks: slow stroking at first, then faster, slick with spit and precum. Jax kissed him messy, all tongue and teeth, while his fingers slid lower, teasing Alex’s hole, then pushing inside with lube from a bottle passed up. One finger, two fingers, then three, swirling slow, curling just right until Alex moaned into Jax’s mouth, loud and shameless.
The crowd was breathing heavier now. Some guys openly jerked themselves under tables. Some stroked the guy next to them. Some got fully naked and sprawled out for all to see. But of course, everyone around him had their eyes on the stage too.
Jax pulled his fingers free. Turned Alex around. Bent him over the low platform…ass up, facing the front row, pointed straight at Coach Hargrove. Alex lifted and turned his head, locked eyes with the man who used to make him run laps until he puked. Hargrove looked wrecked…red-faced, shifting, hand pressed hard to his thigh like he could stop what was happening.
Jax lined up, thick cockhead nudging Alex’s hole. Pushed in slow, inch by inch, stretching his virgin hole open. Alex gasped, body rocking forward with the first deep thrust. Jax set a rhythm: long, rolling strokes, hands gripping Alex’s hips hard enough to bruise. Each thrust shoved Alex forward, his own cock swinging heavy and leaking beneath him.
Jax reached around, wrapped a fist around Alex’s dick, stroking in time, edging him, slowing right when Alex started shaking, making him whine. “Not yet, baby. Let them watch you beg for it.”
Mr. Hargrove’s hand finally moved. He unzipped, pulled his cock out, started stroking slow, eyes glued to Alex’s face. The straight-man discomfort was still there, but hunger had eaten it alive.
Jax yanked Alex up by the hair and spun themselves around, half-standing now, chest to back so the whole room could see Alex’s cock bouncing hard and dripping. He pounded deeper, faster, skin slapping skin. Alex’s moans turned raw and desperate.
A couple guys at the stage edge tucked fat stacks of bills into Alex’s hand, fingers grazing his thigh, sending sparks up his spine.
Jax sped up relentlessly. Alex came first, shouting, body seizing, shooting thick ropes across the stage and even onto some of the front row guys. The sight shoved Jax over the edge; he pulled out, stroked himself twice, and unloaded across Alex’s back and ass. The hot, messy stripes marking him while the room exploded in cheers and more cash rained down.
They stayed locked together a moment, chests heaving. Then Jax helped Alex straighten, arm around his waist as they bowed.
Lights dimmed as they stepped off. Alex took one last look at Mr. Hargrove and saw him wiping cum from his lap.
Backstage, Jax tossed Alex a towel. “You fucking killed it, Dallas.”
Alex wiped sweat and cum from his skin, still buzzing, ass sore and throbbing in the best way. He looked at the thick wad of bills someone had shoved into his hand. “Yeah?”
Jax grinned, handing him a cold water bottle. “Yeah. Again next weekend?”
Alex met his eyes, slow smirk spreading. “Wouldn’t miss it. My real name is Alex by the way, Alex Williams”
“Nice to meet you Alex Williams, I’m Jake Hargrove”
Comments
Brendan Gavin
That introduction! 😈
J
I kinda left that up to interpretation. Could be father (if he had him young). Or older brother. Or uncle. Or just a coincidence 🤷♂️🤷♂️ 🤣
IamJustBlake
Woah! Is Jake Mr. Hargroves son?
Executive.Kub
Very sexy… and the last line certainly is an open door to a continuing saga.
