BOUNCER MULTITASKER
I never thought I’d have the guts to go to that club. It was legendary. Every Friday night, a line of the hottest men in the city formed outside, waiting to get in. Muscled guys in shiny shirts, pretty boys with perfect hair, leather daddies with bulges big as fists. And then there was me. Thin, geeky, still in my office slacks and button-down.
But I had the blue ticket. I won it at an online lottery.
When I arrived, all their eyes were on me. I felt naked already. My palms were sweaty as I walked past them, clutching that small piece of blue card like it was life or death. Men whispered, some even laughed, watching me shuffle forward.
And then I saw him.
The bouncer.
He was massive. Muscles on muscles, chest wide like a wall, arms veined and crossed as he stood in nothing but a black leather speedo and a backwards cap. His cock strained inside that pouch so shamelessly I couldn’t stop staring.
I held up my blue ticket with a shaking hand. He took it, looked down at me with a grin that made my knees weak.
“Oh,” he said. “This is a special one. You don’t just get in the club with this. You get me.”
My voice cracked. “W-when… when do I… uhm… get you?”
He leaned down, close enough for me to smell his sweat and cologne. “Anytime. Right now if you want.”
I blinked. “But… you’re working.”
He laughed, deep and cocky. Then, right there in front of the whole line, he hooked his thumbs into his black speedo and peeled it down. His thick ass, round and glistening, bounced in the neon light.
“I’m a multitasker,” he said over his shoulder. “I can work the door while being fucked.”
My brain shut down. My body took over. I stepped up behind him, my zipper down, my cock out, harder than I’d ever been. He spread his stance wide, still standing tall and proud, still scanning IDs as men gasped in disbelief.
I pushed into him. Hot, tight, perfect. The bouncer groaned, his voice deep but steady as he took it like a pro.
“Yeah… right there. Don’t stop. Eyes forward, boys, keep the line moving.”
The men waiting to get in couldn’t look away. Some bit their lips, others rubbed themselves through their jeans. I heard a few moans, whispers of “fuck, so lucky.”
And I kept thrusting, the sound of my hips slapping his ass echoing with the beat of the club’s music spilling from inside. The bouncer didn’t flinch, didn’t lose focus. One hand checked tickets, the other pointed at the next man to step forward. All while his hole squeezed me tighter, milking me, owning me.
I came hard, shuddering, filling him while his cock dripped pre down his thick thighs.
The bouncer laughed again, standing tall, pulling his speedo back up like nothing happened. He winked at me.
“Enjoy the club, geek. You earned it.”
And every man in line burned with envy as I stepped inside, cum still dripping from him at the door.
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