Gay Erotic Stories

I recently went to a dance club. It was a mixed crowd: gay, straight, whatever. Sweat was in the air. The place was packed. I went with one of my fraternity brothers, Sean. Sean was straight, so he came with me to check out the chicks. I never really told him about me. What's cool about mixed clubs is that you don't have to worry about running into people from school or work and be labeled a fag if they see you there. I think people come here because they could be whoever the hell they want to be. And I think a lot of people come here because of the music. This place has the best DJ. It was Sean and my first time here. I looked up to the ceiling and saw the DJ in this little dark box full of electronic panels and wires. His name was DJ Mark. There was a banner by the door. Mark was this kinda chunky Italian-looking guy in his early 30s. Totally reminded me of a Alec Baldwin in "Miami Blues". He wore this green mesh basketball shirt that was kind of tight on him, and you can see his sweaty hairy body stuck to his tank top from all the sweat. It must be hot up there in that DJ booth. I lost my frat brother Sean in the crowd. He started to talk to some sorority girl from Tri-Delts. Although, since he drove, I felt I'd better not lose him entirely. I made my way around the entire club, elbowing people, making sure no one spilled their beer on me or burned me with a cigarette. At one dark corner of the dance club was this set of stairs leading up to the DJ booth. They weren't quite a spiral metal staircase, but something like that. I noticed a blonde girl at the top of the stairs yelling into the DJ booth. I meandered over to see what was going on. As she climbed down the stairs, I yelled, "What's up there?" She yelled back at me, "It's Request Night!" I nodded my head and waited for her to climb completely down. She said her name was Linda. I said, "Nice meeting you, Linda" then turned around and looked up at the long staircase. I think she wasn't used to not being noticed and kind of gave me a nasty look, but oh well. At the top of the stairs was DJ Mark wearing a huge set of headphones that covered almost his entire head. He saw me and motioned that I come in. As soon as I walked up closer, this scent of black pepper, beer, and something like gym shoes hit my nose. I was stunned by it, couldn't figure out what it was. He took off his headphones and yelled, "What do you want to hear tonight, man?" I said, "What do you have?" He walked up to me and reached for a box full of extended dance mix vinyl’s. The box was up on top of this cabinet. As he reached for the box, he raised his arms up and fuck, that smell once again was all over the place. I guess I had forgotten about the initial smell. Maybe I just got used to it. The smell was definitely coming from his pits, which were rank and wet. Beads of sweat clung on to some of his pit hairs. Damn he stunk! He got the box, put it on the floor, and told me to pick out a dance mix. He smiled at me and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. He noticed that I moved my eyes towards his armpit. He put his headphones back on then went back to the boards where the records were spinning to change the song. Then he took a little break by taking off the headphones, walking up to me, saying, "Hey, you a student at the U?" I said I was going to graduate in June. He said, "Could you grab me that t-shirt in the bag there?" There was a brown paper bag near the entrance to the booth by the staircase. I reached my hand into the paper bag and pulled out a white tank top. DJ Mark then took off his basketball shirt. He wiped the shirt under his arms and on his back. That stench once again filled the booth. He looked into my eyes, and then flung the sweaty thing to my face! I caught it then said, "Hey." He told me to hand him the clean t-shirt. This dude had the reddest nipples I'd ever seen! They were jutting out from his thick, black coat of chest hair. He was a little overweight. His hairy stomach was kind of roundish, but not a beer gut or anything. The hairs around his belly button were curly and sweaty, too. He noticed my looking at his chest. Why the hell was I staring? He said, "It gets hot up here, man. Sorry if I stink, dude". I said, "No, it's alright." Why did I say that? The guy really gave off a stench! Then he said, "It's hell hot up here!" I said, "No shit!" Then all of a sudden he came close to me, shoved his hand under the sleeve of my t-shirt and shoved his fingers under my arm, took his fingers under his nose and said, "Yeah, you smell like shit, man." Then he smiled. All of a sudden I felt him grab my elbow and started to raise my arm. What the fuck was he doing? He managed to shove his face under my arm into my soaked t-shirt sleeve. I was about to pull away when he raised his arm up! His stinky pit was inches away from my nose! That smell was so fuckin' bad, but my dick got so hard so fast! He was slurping up my pit shoving his tongue through my wet hairs when I felt his hand slide down my back, and I felt his fingers go under my belt. He started to slide two fingers between my ass cheeks. It felt great, and it felt even better when he found my asshole and pushed into it with the tip of one of his fingers. Then he swirled his finger around my ass crack. I looked at his hairy armpit and saw sweat drip down to his torso. I forgot all about his b.o. for some reason. All I felt was tingling all around my balls and an extremely hard dick. He pulled his fingers out of my ass then immediately shoved them into his nose and took a deep breath. He then wanted me to suck his nipple and shoved my face into his pink and hairy tit. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath of his musky chest. I opened my eyes and looked under his arm at the bush of pit hairs covered with beads of sweat. It smelled like black pepper and limejuice. I don't know why but I just kept staring at his wet underarms. He told me to open my mouth, so I did. Then he positioned his armpit right over my open lips. I felt the hairs around my lips. I closed my mouth and took in a clump of sweaty hairs. He was breathing heavy and pulled his head back. All of a sudden, the music stopped. DJ Mark ran towards the mixing board, said, "Shit, shit, shit", then freaked out because the people on the dance floor started to complain about the silence. Mark had a fit and told me to get the fuck out of the booth. He became an instant asshole. I climbed down the staircase with a puddle of pre-cum soaked in my underwear. I was panting. I wanted more of him, but he kicked me out. I was getting pissed off at him, too. What an asshole! So, I walked back up the staircase and saw him spinning some more vinyl’s when I yelled, "Fuck you" to him. He had his headphones on so I'm sure he didn't hear me. Mark saw me standing there, though, when he reached for something in a brown paper bag. It was a black cap. "Why the fuck do I need a black cap?" I thought. He's a fuckin' psycho. On the front of the cap was a logo which read, "DJ Mark 213-612-1654." I guess he wanted me call him or something. I just walked back down the staircase and looked for Sean. I was ready to go back to the frat house and into bed. I was still a bit pissed off when I found Sean hanging around the men's room for some reason. Hmm. Anyway, we drove back to the house and I wore DJ Mark's cap. Sean said, "Cool cap." "Yeah," I said with a smile. Maybe I'll call Mark later.