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(Names and places have been changed 'cause I'm shy, but this is a true story)

 

For a while, Bailey’s was the club to go to. Fridays and Saturdays were gay nights, and it was mostly straight on the week nights. Every once in a while they would have a foam party. They would put a low wall around the dance floor and fill up the space with foam. I was working swing shift at the time, so I usually missed those Saturday night foam parties. One night however, I got off early and got to Bailey’s around midnight. There wasn’t much of a line in the front foyer, so I was a little concerned it might not be busy inside.

 

I walked into the club and my fears weren’t justified, The club was pretty busy. There was a walled off space on the dance floor, maybe twenty-five feet by twenty, about four feet high, just filled with foam. Everybody inside was wearing speedos, board shorts, or underwear. Some guys were walking around the outside of the foam area, foam still covering their legs. I got a drink from the bar. I was way too nervous to take off my clothes so I just stood on the wall drinking my drink and checking for any hotties in the foam pit. There were a couple of really cute guys I made eye contact with. One of them beckoned me over and I just shook my head a little bit and held up my drink, letting him know I wanted to finish it first. I finished my drink and then one more then I decided to take the plunge.

Walking over to the coat check, I removed my coat, shirt, trousers, and socks and put them in the paper bag they provided and handed them over to the attendant. I kept on my New Balance trainers and my black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. I tucked a twenty dollar bill into my waistband and walked back into the club. I walked up to the bar and got another drink and downed it and then went into the foam pit. I caught my breath a bit as I went into the foam. It came up over my navel and was colder than I was expecting. I found an open spot and started dancing.

 

It was quite liberating. I could have dropped my boxer briefs and no one would have known, the foam was so thick, which was probably the point. I danced for a little bit and was catching the eye of a hot muscle boy. He was slightly taller than me (I’m 5'10") with a bodybuilders frame, probably 23 or 24 years old, and I could just see as he shifted he was wearing a skimpy speedo. He smiled at me and I smiled back. I turned away as I was dancing and when I turned back he was gone. I went out of the pit to look for him but I didn’t see him anywhere, so I went to the bar and got another drink, and then a bottled water to chase it down with so I didn’t get too drunk. I finished my drink and went back onto the foam-filled dance floor. I was dancing for a little bit when someone bumped into me. It was the hot muscle boy!

I smiled at him and he smiled back at me. He leaned in and asked me my name, I answered, and he then introduced himself as Paul. He put his arm around me and drew me close as were dancing. We started grinding our crotches together and I instantly got hard, my 6.5" cock pointing down the leg of my boxer briefs. Paul smiled at me and brushed his hand over it. I put my hand on the back of his head and pulled him close. Our lips met, and we kissed. I opened my mouth wider and he responded in kind, and our tongues met in a short but passionate French kiss. He pulled away and turned around, grinding his ass back onto my cock. I reached down and pulled my cock up so it was sticking out of the waistband of my Calvin Klein boxer briefs.

 

We danced that way for a couple minutes and then I felt a pair of hands on either side of my waist. I looked over my shoulder and into the eyes of a really cute early twenties twink. I put my hands back and ran them down the sides of his body. It felt like he was wearing a pair of cotton briefs. My hand brushed along the front of his briefs and I could feel the hard outline of a 7" cock stretching along the waist band of his briefs. I looked back at him again and he smiled at me. He kissed me, our tongues dueling, and ground his crotch up against my ass, sandwiching me between this cute twink and Paul, the hot muscle boy in front of me. We danced that way for a few minutes more, with the twink’s hands on my waist, and mine wrapped around Paul.

Then I felt the twink’s hands slide down into the waistband of my boxer briefs and then pushed them down to my thighs, exposing my cock and ass to the cool foam. I felt him shift behind me, then he nestled his cock in my crack, grinding up and down. He kept sliding his cock up and down my crack, slowly getting lower and lower, until it slipped down and pressed against my hole. At least thirty other people were dancing around us and this twink has the head of his cock up against my hole, ready to fuck me, and I was ready to let him. I felt him push and I relaxed my hole, letting the head of his bare cock slide inside of me. I moaned and leaned my head back on his shoulder. He started kissing and licking my ear as his cock pulled back slightly and then sank further up my hole.

 

As we danced to the music he used the motion to slide further up my ass until I felt him bottom out.  Then, timed to the music, he started long strokes in and out of my hole.  Paul meanwhile, was still dancing with his back to me, grinding his Speedo covered ass on my now naked cock.  He reached back and felt down my body. He could tell my underwear was gone and he squeezed my hard cock.  He grabbed my hands from around his waist and put them down the front of his Speedos.

 

His cock was kinda small, not much over five inches, and not too thick. Not bad, I thought.  I can work with this.

 

He ground his ass harder on my cock, and then I slid his Speedo down over his ass.  My cock slipped right into his crack like it belonged there.  Paul shifted forward, letting my cock slip lower until I felt it line up with his rosebud.  This hot muscle boy then backed on to my cock as the twink behind me shoved his cock forward into my ass.  The head of my cock popped through Paul’s ring, his sphincter gripping me like a vise.  The foam was providing a little lubrication, but not enough to sink farther in his hole, so I pulled out, gathered up some more foam and slathered it on my rock hard cock, and slid it back inside.It went in easier this time, but it still took almost a full minute to work my cock all the way into his ass.  Once I bottomed out, it was easy to pull back out and get a rhythm going.

There I was, on a crowded dance floor, house music blaring, foam up to the middle of my torso, with a twink’s bare cock sliding in and out of my ass, my bare cock buried deep in the ass of the hot muscle boy in front of me, and no one paying any attention to us.  (I’m sure a few were doing the same thing.)  

 

We managed to get a rhythm going where the twink behind me buried his cock deep in my ass as I pulled out of Paul’s ass. We kept fucking right in the middle of the dance floor for a little over five minutes in time with our dancing, when the twink behind me whispered in my ear, “Can I cum inside you?”

 

I just nodded and smiled at him over my shoulder.  He gave me a quick kiss on the lips and started fucking me faster, gave a few quick thrusts and sank balls deep into my ass.  I knew he was blowing his load in my ass.  He kept his cock deep in me as we swayed to the music, and then he slowly pulled out.  He pulled up his briefs, kissed me on the neck, and walked off.  This boy had fucked me bareback on the dance floor of a crowded club, shot a load inside me, and I hadn’t said a word to him.

I continued to fuck Paul for a couple more minutes when he pulled his ass off my cock and told me to follow him.  He pulled up his Speedo and I pulled up my boxer briefs, trying to make my raging hard on as inconspicuous as possible.  He led me into the bathrooms and into an empty stall.  I closed the door behind us as Paul pulled down his Speedo again, bending over the toilet. “Get in me,” he ordered.

 

I stepped up behind him, pulled my boxer briefs down, spat in my hand and lubed myself, grabbed his waist and lined my bare cock up with his hole and sank back in with ease.

 

I started rapidly sliding in and out of his now loosened ass, sinking balls deep each time.  Paul started jerking himself off. “Let me know when you’re gonna cum,” he instructed.

 

I kept fucking his ass for another minute and then said, “I’m gonna blow.”

 

He started furiously wanking his cock as I felt my orgasm rising.  I started long slow strokes as I unloaded shot after shot of cum deep into his muscular ass.  I sank balls deep one last time as Paul shot his load into the toilet, ropes of cum splashing into the bowl.

 

I withdrew from Paul's ass, and he then pulled up his Speedo as I pulled up my boxer briefs.  We made out for a little bit. “Any chance I could get a ride home?” he asked.

 

“Of course,” I replied.

 

We left the bathroom, went to the clothes check and dressed.  I drove him to his apartment, dropped him off, and went home.  We exchanged info, but I didn’t see him again, mostly because he moved away shortly after that.

 

Nor did I ever see the twink who had fucked me.  But I am now a big fan of foam parties.

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