| Hung is the ultimate description from last nights experience – huge, hung cocks of all the gogoboys and hung over – for the morning after. It is a complete rarity to get all the boys together on a Friday night, but somehow we managed. It appeared to be a typical Friday night, however, as the beer flowed and the tequila was poured – you could smell the scent of sex building up in the air. The dance floor was packed with sweaty shirtless sex demons who fueled the heat for the entire club. The gogoboys were progressively dressing less throughout the night as pebbles of perspiration speckled their oil slicked bodies. How do you stuff a huge uncut cock into a tiny little thong? Very carefully. Sweat protruded the gogo’s fabric, revealing every crevice, every vein, everything. By the second set, the sexual anticipation reached the dancers as g-strings began to elongate, filling the pouches beyond their capacity and occasionally spilling out for a breath of fresh air. A couple of nearby do-gooders gave them mouth to mouth as an attempt of revitalization – and it worked. Thanks to Lomo, I learned a new tipping technique for internal gratification. As I left, gropes were projected towards my crotch from people I knew – by no means in a sexual manner – who suddenly had a desire to touch it. There was something in the air last night – and I am glad we were all there to experience it.
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