It was advertising a night-club in the wharf district - old shipping wharves that had been re-furbished and turned into restaurants, condos and night-clubs. "G.R.O.P.E" read the title - it had my interest already. "Guys Rage On Pier Eight" - now you're talking!!!

I arranged with Sam to head down to pier eight with him that Friday night. By the time Friday afternoon came, I was ready to explode. I shot home, changed and was waiting impatiently for Sam to arrive at 8:00PM.

We walked up the stairs together and already the noise was deafening. The neon GROPE sign flashed almost blindingly against the jet black walls surrounding the heavy wooden doors. One door was open but the way was blocked by the largest Maori guy I had ever seen. He wore a tight black shirt and tight black long pants and I could see a very large package hid between his legs. He smiled, unexpectedly, as we approached and moved aside just enough so we could squeeze through. I felt his hard body as I brushed past. I began to tingle a little all over.

Inside blew my mind! There was a dance floor of course - packed with guys in various stages of undress. All the bodies moved in time with the music as if one body. On stage were three guys with nothing on but a heavy covering of sweat and changing coloured lights. Two of the guys sported very large, full erections and the other two looked like they were half way there. All around the bar were long tables surrounded by drinking guys. Each table had a centre-piece, a bronzed statue of a short, muscular naked guy. I liked these tables so started to head towards one, completely forgetting Sam who had now joined the dancing throng.

As I got closer to the tables, something caught my eye. Each centre-piece was different. Some lay on their backs, some on their bellies. Their muscles were hard and glistening under the lights that shone down from above on each individual table. The to my surprise, and very much to my delight, one of the centre-pieces moved. They weren't statues at all but completely naked, chiseled guys. I looked closer and saw the patrons drinking around the tables stroking the centre-pieces' arms, legs, chests, bums, backs and cocks. The true meaning of the GROPE finally began to sink in.

I ordered a drink and tried to find a spare spot at the tables. I managed to squeeze in to a table where the centre-piece was lying on his chest. I sipped my drink transfixed by the shape of his gorgeous ass. I plucked up the courage and gently stroked the beautiful curve. His body immediately covered in goose-pimples and, even though he didn't acknowledge me at all, I knew he loved his job.

I felt my cock, hard but restricted in my pants. I looked around and many of the guys stood around wearing nothing or next to nothing. I couldn't bring myself to undress - not yet. I ran my fingers down the part between my centre-piece's buttocks - feeling so much like I wanted to jump on top of the table right now. I looked around and noticed no-one was fucking the centre-pieces so I guess it must have been considered poor form. Two guys across the table from me were now completely lost in each other. One had his back to the other and the guy standing behind had his hand down his friend's pants. They kissed hard and passionately as one stroked the other. Pretty soon, both their pants were on the floor and I watched as one stroked the other, oblivious to everyone around them. Others watched too, drinking in the beauty of it just as I was.

I looked up on stage, two of the dancers had joined their spotlights in the middle and one was now sucking the other's cock. I continued to stroke my centre-piece and was captivated by the stage show. My centre-piece started to roll over, He turned so his now hard dick faced me. Again, without acknowledging me, I guessed he was inviting me to do more. I lightly stroked his shaft with my fingertips. I was sin heaven, stroking this boy's beautiful uncut cock and watching the scene on stage. All of a sudden, the guy sucking the other pulled away and the man standing began to cum over the edge of the stage. Dancers on the floor reached out and let his cum hit their hands. A couple licked it off themselves, others smeared it over their chests. This was wild!

I felt the dick in my hand tense and my centre-piece began to squirt his juice all over the table. I didn't realise it but I had been stroking him pretty hard. The guy next to me was watching and bent down to start licking it up. I watched in amazement. When he finished, he leant over and kissed me on the lips. I could taste rum and cum mixed - I liked the taste. He reached down and started to unbuckle my pants. I decided to let him. My cock was so hard and so ready to explode. I glanced at the stage and saw two of the dancers were now fucking - one guy on his back with his legs spread and high in the air. My new friend had begun to suck my cock and I soon couldn't see straight anyway.

I came very quickly and he drank every drop of my cum. I wanted to return the favour but he finished his job and started to head off. I just stood there, naked from the waste down, not wanting to dress again. Cock swollen, wet and satisfied. That's how Sam found me a minute later. "Nice!!" he said as he came closer. I just smiled and told him how much I loved this place.

"I have a couple of friends over here who've invited us up to a private room - interested?". I nodded and started to pull my pants up. He led me over to young guys at the right side of the stage and I followed the three upstairs.

Another time, I'll tell you about the private rooms - but for now, I have a hankering to go clubbing again! cya again soon...

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