DORE 2018

Dore Alley about 2018

The bar was packed wall to wall.
I wanted to get to my favorite spot; The dark quiet area in the back. The thing was; there was no place in that bar that was quiet. 

The house music was pumping and I have to say the beat was nice. Very appropriate for the atmosphere. If it wasn't for the lively music that drew me toward the back I would have wondered if it was worth my time spending damn near 10 minutes trying to get from the front door to the back where the action was.

The only way to get anywhere was to wait until the wave of bodies pushed you there. There really wasn't much going against the flow. I finally made it to the back.

Because I didn't have my usual gear on, my feet were starting to kick my ass in those boots. All I needed was a bench to sit on. Hell I would have settled for a wall to lean against. Every spot was taken by guys making out, kissing, blowing each other or fucking. And the one's who weren't doing any of that were watching the others do it or sizing each other up for the prowl. 

Normally I would stick to my usual jeans and leather jacket. That night I decided to squeeze myself into my leather chaps for the last time since my weight gain, my leather jacket, my muir cap, boots and of course my gloves. I could still but just barely fit my chaps over my jeans. I could have easily worn my chaps with just my jockstrap. But let's be honest. I was really there just trying to look cute that night. Most guys hate the SM type. (Those who just Stand and Model. a.k.a taking up space) But Fuck! I put my time in. I earned my stripes. It was Dore Alley and I was bound to be with my tribe even if it meant I was just going to watch.

Finally I was lucky enough to get a spot against the wall. Occasionally I would switch which boot would support me against the wall just to ease the pressure. 

Next to me was a long bench with not one ounce of space to sit. On the bench was a good looking White guy dressed in a leather police uniform with a muir cap on and leather gloves. 

He looked up at me and smiled. I smiled back.

"I thought I'd never get a spot to lean on in here. My feet are killing me!" I shouted over the music.

"You can sit on my lap if you like!" He shouted.

I laughed, "No thank you! I appreciate it though."

He grinned and gestured his arms and head as to say,"C'Mon!"

"Nah!" I shook my head and smiled.

He continued to flag me over.

"What?"

I shrugged my shoulders. 

He patted his thigh to gesture me to have a seat.

"I don't believe I'm doing this." I said with a big grin on my face.

"See that wasn't so bad. Was it?" He said in a friendly tone.

As the music played I found myself getting into the groove. I turned more into the center of his lap grinding and gyrating to the beat.
He just sat there with a big grin on his face as he nodded his head to the music. That's when he placed his hand on my inner thigh and slowly made his way up.

"You know if you keep dancing on me like that you're going to get me excited." He said as he reached higher up my thigh.

We sat there for about ten minutes or so watching the sex taking place on the dance floor while others were actually dancing.

I actually had to use the bathroom so I got up. He stood up also so that we were face to face.

"You don't have to leave now do you?" He frowned.

"I really have to pee. I'll be right back."

I reached in and gave him a kiss.

"You don't really have to leave if you don't want to." He said with a smile.

He knelt down on his knees and looked up at me. I unbuckled my chaps, unbuttoned my jeans and pulled my cock out. I started to piss as he opened his mouth to drink. Trying very hard not to make a mess on the dance floor I would stop and start again the best I could as not to overflow.

"Ready?" I asked

He'd shake his head yes and open as wide as he could.

I stopped a few more times and repeated the process until I emptied my piss fully as he swallowed. When I was done, he sucked my cock and took my load in his mouth. Not bad for someone who wasn't planning on doing anything.