Enticed #25: Pilgrimage

A few days after my slavery weekend with his friend Bill, Blaise surprised me with a trip to Miami for a long weekend.Somehow he’d bought the plane tickets, booked a room, and even gotten vacation time approved at work for both of us without my knowledge.Our flight was fairly late, so it was well after dark when we made it to the hotel. I headed straight to the shower. Blaise dropped onto the bed and turned on the TV.With no reason to get dressed, I left the bathroom, clean and naked, and walked right to the sliding glass doors. I wanted to see the lights of the city and nightlife from our small balcony.There was a light breeze on my skin as I leaned over the rail. The breeze did little to alleviate the nearly ninety-degree temperature.The view was beautiful and I knew there was a lot of great photography to be had. But, I’d left all but a single camera and lens at home. This was Blaise’s weekend. I didn’t want photography to take me away from him for a minute.Shortly, Blaise came out on the balcony and quietly laid his hands on my shoulders.He commented on the view as he slid his hands down my back to my hips and ass cheeks. As he talked, he moved back up to massage my shoulders. I told him how good it felt and he moved his hands over my shoulders above my pecs.In a minute I felt his lips on my back and his hands traveled back down to my hips. His lips heated up as his hands slid around to grab my growing cock hanging over the balcony.I felt his cock growing in his pants as he began stroking and caressing my naked cock and balls.When Blaise hugged me close, I realized he’d already removed his shirt. I reached back to caress his back and push my hands into his pants.His lips never left my back as he unbuttoned, unzipped and dropped his pants in an instant.I suddenly felt his bushy pubic hair and growing meat against my ass.I started to turn around. I wanted to face my lover and fondle his cock as he was fondling mine. But Blaise held my hips tight and forced me to remain facing away from him toward the very public city night.He slowly kissed his way down my back as one hand glided over my chest and stomach and the other groped and fondled my cock and balls.When he got low enough one hand left me for a few seconds. Then he stood up and was still for a few more before stepping out of his pants.Suddenly, he pushed my shoulders down to hang out over the rail and his stiff, swollen cock head was against my displayed ass hole. The chill of the lubricant was stark against the heat of the night and my aroused skin.Blaise pushed in slowly, but forcefully. He didn’t give me slow strokes that worked it in a little at a time. He just penetrated me balls-deep in one smooth thrust. It actually felt great to go from nothing to tightly filled all at once.As soon as he pulled back, he began to build speed. Each long thrust became faster and harder. But he continued to give me long, full strokes, nearly pulling out completely before pushing all the way back in.I had to hold the railing tightly and push back against him as he became more and more aggressive. In just a few seconds he went from that first slow stroke to hard pounding that banged our hips together with a loud slap.At some point, I opened my eyes and looked down to see a long string of precum hanging from my bobbling cock defying gravity. I closed my eyes again, pushed against my lover and arched my back.A minute later I felt my abs tighten up and I looked down again. Now there was a large drop of thick white cum swinging on the tip of my throbbing meat.“Fuck me, Daddy!” I barely breathed out between the grunts and heavy breathing. “Fuck me!”My stiff cock swung and bobbed and bounced, waving over the street. My arms were tense and stiff holding us away from the railing.Blaise picked up speed and force every time I begged for it and called him “Daddy.” It was something I’d just started trying. But, he’d really come to like being called “Daddy” in the heat of the moment. This time was no exception even though he was nearly at full speed already.Neither of us held back our loud moans and grunts.A few seconds later, he practically screamed as he pulled my hips as tight as possible, forcing his straining cock as deep as he could go. I felt the force of his first explosions inside me. Though I already was dripping with sweat, I could feel a growing warmth in my lower abdomen as he filled me with his cum.Blaise didn’t wait to go flaccid inside me. Just seconds after his last pulse of cum into my ass he pulled back and spun me around on the balcony.He dropped to his knees in front of me as his cock continued to drip his own cum and engulfed my throbbing hard-on.My head was against his throat in a second. I grabbed the back of his head with both hands as he began pumping his own Ataşehir Escort mouth with my cock.It took no time at all for me to spray his throat with my own cum. Being taken so unexpectedly and violently right out in the open on the balcony had my arousal level through the roof. And, the intensity and excitement already had me dripping cum. Once he started fucking and sucking me in his mouth and throat, I was done.This time, he did slow down and take his time drinking up every drop I offered. He didn’t let my twitching, dripping cock leave his mouth until it was empty and limp as a noodle.When he finally released my cock he wrapped his arms around my hips and ass and hugged me tightly.“That was amazing!” he said, still breathless. “It was so hot to do it practically in public! What a turn-on!”“You know damn well you can have me anywhere you want me,” I said, my hands stroking over his shoulders. “I’d suck your dick in the middle of Main Street if you told me to.”A long, sensual shower later, Blaise was sitting back against the headboard of the bed. I sat cross-legged beside him stroking his cock and caressing his balls as we watched TV. Eventually, he began to grow again. I positioned myself so I could lay my head on his stomach just above his bushy pubic hair.I kept up a slow light stroke on his growing meat just inches from my nose. He rested one hand on my hip and combed through my hair with the fingers of the other.“It isn’t too late to go out to a bar if you want to,” I said. “Check out the famous Miami gay scene.”“Tomorrow,” Blaise said. The content tone in his voice said everything. “This is right where I want to be right now.”I spent the next thirty minutes caressing, stroking, licking, and loving his cock until he gave me another weak load of cum. I didn’t release him until he shrank out of my mouth. By then he was dozing in and out.After a late breakfast on Friday, we hit the boardwalk and the beach. Blaise was his usual conservative self in shorts and a polo. I, of course, had to show off a little – if only for my friend.I had bought a mail-order Speedo in light blue at some point for some reason I no longer remembered. That morning I stopped in a small shop as we walked to breakfast and bought a bright pink shirt with short sleeves and buttons I had no plan to use.I finished out my outfit with a cock ring under the Speedo to give me an extra bulge in addition to the vein-displaying tightness of the spandex. The increased bulk pushed the waistband of the bathing suit just to the edge of my skin. It wasn’t displaying anything it wasn’t supposed to, yet. Blaise’s pink leather cock ring remained on my right wrist as usual.“Oh! God!” Blaise stopped in his tracks when he saw me. His eyes were as large as I’d ever seen them. “That’s– Shit! That’s hot!“You look amazing! And, you’re about to pop out of that Speedo.”Actually, his attention was already getting to me. I could feel an occasional throb in my cock. In another minute there was a definite gap between my lower abdomen and the waistband. Anyone close enough could see down inside to my short red growth of pubic hair.Blaise reached out to caress my spandex-covered package.“Careful!” I said. “If you get me going, it’ll jump out of this banana hammock in a flat second.”We spent a couple hours just walking down the beach and back up the boardwalk, stopping in a few shops and getting drinks at a small bar that faced the water.I noticed we were getting looks from people we passed. Some heterosexual couples gave us looks. I wouldn’t describe them as bad or disgusted looks. But, we definitely were drawing a little attention. I’d never thought about it or noticed it before when we went out together at home. No one really paid much attention to two men walking through a mall or eating lunch together. Maybe it had to do with the way I was dressed. I mean, I was barely covering my dick. But, Blaise felt it probably had more to do with the preponderance of the gay community in the area.But we also got looks from other men, a few obviously gay themselves. I noticed quite a few eyes travel the length of my body. More than a few looked first at me, then at Blaise and smiled.I glanced up at him after that happened a couple times.“Yes, I see it,” he said. “You always make me look good.”Eventually, we sat on a short retaining wall to take in the surf. I leaned back, supporting myself with my hands behind me. This allowed my shirt to fall completely open and my bulging Speedo to take center stage.Blaise didn’t try to hide his staring. He was practically leering.“We should go to the beach more often,” he said, sounding almost breathless.“We can spend all the time you want at the pond,” I said from behind my mirrored sunglasses.“That’s different,” Ataşehir Escort Bayan he said, watching a couple teen girls walk by, also paying close attention to me. “It’s not in public. That can’t happen there,” he said, motioning to the girls after they passed. “You can be as naked as you want at home and no one’s going to say anything.“Here, it’s public and you have to cover up – at least, a little. And, the whole idea of barely covering up, of being on the verge of it slipping out, of showing too much, feels so naughty and dirty and sexy as Hell. I’m getting hard just talking about it, let alone sitting here staring at it.”“We can take all the long weekends you want at beaches closer to home,” I said. “If I ask around, I’d bet I can find an audience member who has a place on the coast we can borrow whenever we like.”When we made our way back to the hotel we showered off quickly and headed back out to an early dinner. This time out I wore tight jeans and an untucked pink button-down. I tried to give Blaise as much pink as I could the few times we went out. The jeans were so tight my otherwise uncovered cock was easily visible as its bulge extended down my left leg a few inches. I had pulled my cock ring tight around the base of my shaft only to force my cock to stay a little larger than usual.We drifted into what looked like a bit of a dive, but had to wait a while for a table. While sitting at the bar, a man in his early thirties claimed the stool beside me. He didn’t say anything.When the bartender came by he ordered two beers just like mine. When they came he slid one over to me.“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked.“I don’t know,” I said, motioning over to Blaise. “You’ll have to ask my daddy if I can accept candy from a stranger.”His face went white and in a second he was walking away without the beer he’d offered me.Looking over the menu, I noticed a mention of a club next door that catered to “free spirits” that wouldn’t be open for a couple hours. We decided to check it out later.After dinner, we had some time to kill before the club opened, so we walked around instead of going back to the hotel. We stumbled across a shop that looked like some high-end boutique on the outside. Inside, however, it wasn’t much different from a standard adult toy store, except that it seemed to specialize in products for men. It was pretty standard stuff near the front of the store. The farther back you shopped, the deeper you waded into leather, bondage, even S&M stuff, including some things I’d never seen before. “What do you think about chaps, Blaise?” I asked, admiring a heavy pair hanging in the store. “Or a chest harness? Any of this other stuff we’ve never tried?”“Privately, I don’t want you any more covered than you already are at home,” he said. “Your audience, though, might like some of this stuff.“The whole leather thing’s been around a while. But, it’s still kind of a fringe, fetishy thing.”“Still, your bondage show is very popular. Maybe you could develop a separate leather show somehow,” he said. “You’ll have to be careful not to go too cliche or look like the cowboy from the Village People.”“We should come back tomorrow,” I said. “They’ve got some interesting toys and accessories here. But, I don’t want to have to take a bunch of bags back to the hotel before going to the club.”We headed back to the bar for “free spirits.” It already was filling up and practically throbbing with dance music when we walked in.We were eyed closely by a large, butch guy at the door with balloon muscles. I assumed we looked gay enough since he let us pass without a word or a cover charge.We stood close to the bar watching the crowd for a while. We were shoulder to shoulder most of the time. More than one man made a point of walking by us, getting uncomfortably close – even for a crowded bar. Their eyes roamed over my body as they approached and they made eye contact when they brushed against me. I felt at least one hand graze my ring-enhanced cock. I made a point of placing my left hand on my hip in such a way that it held my shirt tail up to display my bulge.After I was “accidentally” bumped and groped three or four times, Blaise wrapped an arm around my waist and held me boyfriend-close. I slid my hand up and down his back slowly, absently.There were fewer close calls after that. But, eyes never stopped exploring me.I have to admit I was a little in awe of the variety of costumes I saw on display. There were a few men dressed much like Blaise and me. But, others looked like some of the androgynous glam rockers of the seventies. Some were wearing some of the leather I’d just considered buying. One guy was even wearing a chest harness with a pair of jeans. I’d never seen so many gay Escort Ataşehir men so free to express themselves. The Lodge isn’t even this gay on show night.“It’s probably a cliche in a gay bar,” I eventually yelled in Blaise’s ear, “but do you want a blowjob in the bathroom?”Without a word, he set his drink on the bar and took my bottle from me. He grabbed my hand and pulled me quickly through the crowd.There were three stalls besides a couple urinals. I could see the feet of one man in one stall and heard the unmistakable sound of furious masturbation and heavy breathing. Two sets of feet facing each other could be seen under the wall of the second stall.I assumed the same position and dropped to my knees in the third stall and gave everyone a good show.“Mmm. Daddy, please let me suck your cock and eat all your cum!” I said loudly. “Please! I’ve been a good boy! Please, can I have a reward?”I could tell the occupants of the other two stalls stopped moving for a few seconds.Once Blaise had released his now stiff cock, I dove on it aggressively, passionately, and, of course, loudly. I moaned with every breath and let a few loud sucking noises echo out of the stall.Either Blaise was more turned on than usual, or he was playing along with my performance. He moaned louder and more intently than usual.“Suck it, you fucking twink!” he nearly yelled. “Swallow it! I want to feel your throat! “Hold still so I can fuck your mouth, Twinkie! Yes! That’s it!”He let out a loud grunt as he pumped thick wads of cum down my throat. I moaned and whimpered like a love-starved puppy as I gulped him down.He did all the work once I got him started. I literally held still with my mouth open just enough for his hard cock and he fucked me like he owned me.“Yes! Swallow every drop!”I made sure to clean his cock off before he zipped his pants.“Thank you, Daddy!”When we opened the stall door there was a group of more than ten men crowding the bathroom. They applauded as we walked out. I made a show of wiping my mouth with a finger and licking it clean.We didn’t pay for another drink for the next two hours.Finally, we decided to see what other clubs might offer. I’d never been to gay bars or clubs before. I wanted to experience as many as I could while we were in what I assumed at the time was Homo Heaven East.“That was a lot of fun,” I told Blaise as we walked down the strip. “We should check out the clubs in Gate City. I know there are a couple gay bars. It’s nice to be in a freer environment that isn’t the Lodge.”A block away from the first club we found a very bright, very pastel, very neon club that would scream gay to a blind man.We found two spots at the crowded bar. The music was loud. The smell of booze and sweat and cum somehow filled the air. There was a small stage with flamboyantly dressed dancers. A couple were in drag. I didn’t know if they were meant to be the entertainment or just patrons who found the only convenient place to dance.While we waited on our drinks I leaned over and kissed Blaise on the cheek. He turned his head quickly and met my lips with his tongue and suddenly we were making out like teenagers.We stopped kissing when our drinks came. But, my hand was on Blaise’s cock and found it to be pointed stiffly to one side in his khakis.Finally, I noticed a photocopied poster on the wall behind the bar. It announced an amateur striptease contest right there in that bar the next night. Costumes were welcome and full nudity would not be encouraged or discouraged. The prize was $500.“We have to come tomorrow,” I told Blaise. “I have to enter that contest.“You don’t mind, do you? This is really your weekend.”“I would never turn down a chance to show off my red hot boy toy,” he said. “You just don’t know how much I like seeing other men look at you – and the looks they give me after.“You can strip in all the gay bars you want as long as you come sit next to me after.”“Every fag in Miami is going to know who my daddy is before we leave,” I assured him, sliding a hand up his back. “We’ll have to go shopping tomorrow for some kind of costume at that store we went in earlier,” I said. “Maybe I should get a t-shirt with ‘RHBT’ on it.”He gave me a confused look.“Red Hot Boy Toy.”“Let’s go to the bathroom again,” Blaise said.This time it was my turn. Blaise dropped to his knees without even closing the stall door.“Give’em another show,” he said, looking up at me as his hands freed my nearly hard cock.In about two seconds it was pushing against my lover’s throat.He turned the tables on me and sucked me as aggressively as he’d fucked me in the last bathroom stall.Not wanting to let him down, I again made a show of moaning and grunting loudly.“Suck it, Daddy! Suck it,” I breathed passionately. “You’re so good at taking care of your boy!“Yes, Daddy! Just like that!”My eyes were closed, but I could hear and feel the presence of several onlookers.Blaise pulled me out, turned his head sideways, and licked down my shaft to my balls. It took me a second, but I realized he was making sure to show off the size of my stiff cock to our audience.