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The Mile High Club
Chapter Three: Bangkok: Club Night
When they reached the top floor and their suite, Alex really fulfilled his promise. He was, after all, a 'good boy,' just playing the role of a little imp to trigger his hosts most carnal instincts.
Remembering that Prasert, the concierge, had offered to take care of his uniform, Alex immediately stripped. This time it was JJ who giggled impishly, as he talked on the phone.
Alex overheard ”Yes, Prasert, Alex would love to give you his uniform for cleaning!”
The way JJ said those words sounded rather suspicious. There was no further discussion, no time was set, it seemed like the star and the concierge had some sort of secret code.
JJ looked at the fly-boy as he opened his suit-case and retrieved a small leather traveling case of sorts. As he opened it, Alex saw it held an assortment of toys - Sex-toys, to be more precise. JJ grinned sinisterly as he carefully chose a buttplug and used his index finger to summon the Flight-attendant like some naughty boy, indicating that Alex bend over his knees.
Alex wore just a jockstrap, perfectly framing and displaying his round muscled ass. He knew the jockstrap made his top asset really stand out in the tight uniform trousers.
Now, however, he regretted wearing it. His butthole was perfectly displayed and accessible. As he lay, prone, over JJ’s lap, he felt that the athlete wasted no time in inserting the plug.
JJ grinned: ”It’s a little smaller than my cock, but we don’t want to widen that tight canal of yours too much, right? However, when you meet my friend Prasert, I wanna make sure he doesn’t use all of your orifices. Your ass is mine, for now!”
Alex had not even had made up his mind as to whether to react shyly or impishly when it seemed like only seconds later he heard a knock on the door.
The concierge did not use the key, he just waited until Alex opened the door. The scantily clad, almost naked, young toy-boy was a sight to behold.
Prasert just smiled, waiting for the invitation, as JJ called out: “Come in my friend, don’t be shy. Alex, show him the way!”
The young flight attendant turned around and gave the concierge a good look at his seductive ass. The buttplug was clearly visible and Prasert touched it, grabbed it, somehow rotated it playfully and made Alex yelp from the sudden movement inside his ass.
It was soon clear that Alex had been 'set up'. JJ and his friend had done this before, had shared boys the Quarterback brought with him. JJ told Alex to open a bottle of Champagne from the well-stocked bar, and while the boy complied, the concierge and the athlete both stripped naked.
“Pour the drinks, boy, and then go take a shower, we will join you shortly!” the concierge ordered with surprising authority. It was clear that the man was the dominant one in this three-way with the boy.
JJ just chuckled and watched the action unfold, as the naked Prasert sat down, waiting for his drink.
Alex meanwhile was all too happy to comply. A hot shower sounded like heaven after a hard shift on the flight to Bangkok.
He had just closed his eyes to wash his hair when he heard low whispering. The men had walked into the bathroom and were discussing their prey it seemed. Alex's cock was already at attention, sticking out proudly, thick and long and mouthwateringly delicious, as Prasert commented, full of admiration,
”He certainly is a good catch. Looks good enough to eat!”
The concierge stepped into the shower. To just feel the boy’s wet body, lather up Alex’s soft skin with soap and to massage his well formed muscles was all the aphrodisiac the man needed. His rampant cock slid into the boy’s tight ass, and soon they both moaned, grunted, fucked hard, reaching a quick and noisy orgasm.
Prasert was, after all, still on duty and had only asked someone to take over for a short time.
Alex seemed to know how urgent the concierge wanted to cum, and this time he didn’t tease, he delivered. His ass-muscles felt like a strong hand in a velvety glove, massaging and, in the end, milking the cock inside of him. The Asian man was in heaven as the good-looking American let his dick slide out, turned, knelt, and sucked even more of the fresh Asian cum out of the moaning concierge.
JJ, however, had just watched. He had stripped naked as well and, taking a seat in the sofa, watched and slowly jerked his cock.
He did not plan to cum yet, he planned to introduce Alex to the nightlife in the gay quarter of Bangkok, and he knew he needed his stamina.
It was only Friday, the weekend was still young, and the young athlete knew he and his young 'acquaintance' would be the center of attention. Even his staying power, JJ knew, would run low if he partied too hard, so JJ did what he had learned on the football field as well as from the hard training sessions: Be nice, look good, but only work as hard as you needed to keep the crowd happy.
When Prasert was gone, Alex and JJ spooned in the huge bed and slept a few hours. Later, JJ ordered a light dinner from room-service and while they ate, he told Alex where they would hang out later.
”No real dressing up needed, ok, it’s hot and humid. Shorts and tank-topI guess, what did you bring with you?”
Alex gave a teasingly sexy fashion show for his new friend. After all, the black stud was paying for this weekend. He knew that JJ had certain rights, certain demands, wanted certain favors, but he was alright with that.
All Alex expected was an envelope full of cash at the end of the weekend, nothing more. JJ was not the type of man to have a boyfriend. All they could be was fuckbuddies.
While Alex decided what outfit was right for the night, JJ stood, walked over to the closet, and put on a shirt that was clearly bespoke, clearly designed for his muscled body to have the biggest and best impact on the crowd. He looked great in his bright yellow shirt, showing just the perfect amount of bulging muscles and tight brown skin.
Alex went through the two sexy outfits he had with him. His suitcase had to be small enough to be stowed in the plane’s cabin, so it did not hold a huge amount of clothing. A simple cutoff had to be it, combined with the smallest T-shirt he had. Alex did not plan to hide his assets.
When he walked out into the living room of the suite, JJ simply shook his head. Alex did present his assets well but the plain jeans were much too tame for tonight’s party.
JJ had something more exciting in mind. Concierge Prasert had already helped out, delivering an outfit as Alex was busy changing. The white boy would certainly stand out in his new outfit. Everybody would look first at the bright orange shorts displaying the boy’s the huge bulge, then the boy’s tight abs, muscled pecs, shoulders and arms which held out the promise of unforgettable pleasures.
“Too much?” Alex asked, but JJ simply grinned: “Just right!”
A car was already waiting for them in front of the hotel, the driver already informed of their destination, ‘The Stranger Bar’.
Alex had never been in Bangkok’s red light district before. It was soo colorful and soo brightly lit that the neon burned the eyes The streets were crowded with people. It was a Friday night, after all, tourists and locals mingled, looking for fun, dancing, and sex.
Alex was surprised by the huge posters in the show cases lining the entrance of ‘The Stranger’.
It showed women, all in spectacular outfits, wearing huge wigs and impressive make-up, and evidently the performers knew how to wear their high-heels.
Alex had a keen interest in fashion, and he saw the huge posters displayed the most expensive dresses, clearly bespoke, accentuated by shoes from brands like Louboutin, easily recognizable from their trademark red shiny soles.
Here, in Asia, the outfits may be fake, copies by the local shops, but they still looked great.
The club, clearly, featured Drag-Queens. Boys like Alex, especially those dressed like him, were always welcome guests, but they were nothing more than eye-candy, mere toys for the rich men that wanted to forget their boring daily lives for one night.
Alex saw why JJ had made him wear his outfit. Several petite Asian boys were dressed just like him, looking, as usual, much younger than they actually were. He saw a sweating, fat man, clearly an American, loud and obnoxious, who ordered “Champagne for my Boys, Whiskey for me!” in such an a pushy way that Alex cringed. The two ‘boys’ on his knees already had dollar-bills sticking out of their shorts, and the feisty man fingered the both of them without a second thought, so it seemed.
The boy wearing the same type of tank-top Alex wore was a little older, but his buddy looked boyish, with a round babyface, and Alex guessed he was not much older than sweet sixteen.
JJ was well known here it appeared. A man, maybe the owner or the Maitre’D, welcomed him like a very good old friend, so the best table, right by the stage, was all ready for the famous footballer and his hot young guest.
Cameras or smartphones were not permitted inside the club, so even though tourists recognized JJ, nothing would appear in the tabloids the next day or be shown all over the internet.
JJ seemed to read Alex’s mind as he smiled: ”Don’t worry, in here the audience doesn’t care what someone does. We all have something to hide or soo much to loose, so no one spills the beans.”
The show began, and Alex watched 'Ladies' dance, some sang along to playback originals or even sang live.
A drum-roll, emphasized by a sudden blackout, announced the next highlight of the night.
Alex had not even realized JJ had vanished a few minutes before, simply leaving the table as the lights faded for the first time.
A huge screen at the back of the actual stage now showed a face. The face of a young black man, in subtle makeup, wearing eyeliner to make his eyes look piercingly demonic, and red high-gloss lipstick to emphasize those full pouty lips, promising a hot french kiss or an even hotter lusciousblowjob.
The crowd went wild as the music started pumping, introducing the star of the night. For a moment the spotlight aimed low, emphasizing the solid legs with well formed feet in Black Louboutins with the signature red soles. Alex somehow knew those highheels were genuine, originals, the real thing, expensive masterpieces.
When the performer started to dance towards the front of the stage, Alex almost choked on his drink. The young athlete, now performing, was caught in a second spotlight, now high-lighting the face the audience had, until now, only seen on the huge screens.
The dancer was JJ.
Alex could see how the athlete loved to use his skills to give the audience a performance no one would ever forget. JJ wore a pretty simple costume, emphasizing all his assets to their fullest. His fat long cock was swinging around in all it’s glory, and the long bright red gloves, matching the color of his soles and of his lipstick, were not a distraction, in fact just accentuated his moves. The best, however, was a Devil’s tail, solid, red, with an evidently solid golden tip.
Alex at first wondered how the tail was attached, since JJ wore no costume, but the black football star gave the crowd a sight to behold as he turned around, still dancing, wiggling his ass to make the tail he wore swing.
Everybody could now see that the tail ended in a buttplug, solid and deeply embeded in the sexy dancer’s well muscled ass.
Several men now stood, yelling obsceneties, throwing huge dollar-bills on to the stage to make the exotic dancer hear their prayers, accede to their offers. The fat obnoxious guy was again the loudest, and, when he started to swear and wanted to throw his glass after JJ ignored him, security stepped in.
The fat American even lost his blond fluffy wig, much to the amusement of the crowd, and his bronzer stained the tablecloth as the muscular bouncers pushed him down and immobilized him.
The man’s drunken bravado was gone in seconds, and his just muttered swearing could be hardly heard as just one smallish Asian was all it took to escort the man outside.
JJ had not even stopped his highly erotic performance, but wiggled his finger to make Alex get up and kneel in front of him. The hot duo performed hot fellatio to rake in even more tips, and just as JJ was seemingly was about to cum, the lights blacked out, and the show was over.
Two stagehands used brooms to gather the tips. JJ made sure the staff of the bar received one half, while Alex, his partner in crime on stage, received the other half.
When Jamal Jacobs returned to his seat, again dressed in the breathtaking yellow designer shirt,with his makeup removed, only a few men seemed to realize it had been him, live on stage. Alex, however, saw the huge bulge. JJ had received an expert blowjob, but with no happy ending. The night was still young, and certainly that rampant cock would soon be put to good use again.
Much to Alex's surprise, his host had invited two young asian men to share a the car back to the hotel. After the fat man left, the two had lost a night’s salary, so he decided to offer them some sort of compensation.
The concierge was not the least surprised as four sexy young men walked into the lobby. He was used to the extravagences his guests indulged in.
The boys seemed to be smitten by the huge penthouse-suite, the view from the terrace, and the huge whirlpool under the stars.
Roomservice delivered champagne and strawberries, in typical “Pretty Woman” style, and JJ fed one boy, while Alex took the other under his wing.
The evening ended in bed.
The Americans, their new friends insisted, were to just lay back and relax, while the Asians licked and suckled the fat cocks until they were hard and oozing precum.
JJ was the first to be grunting and moaning. His young boy rode JJ’s fat rod with a vengeance, really investing all his energy in an unforgetable fuck. Alex’ rider worked his white boy dick with the enthusiasm and commitment of a true gay bottom boy, not pretending, really loving the feel of the rampant cock in his tight little ass.
The boys moaned and uttered words in Thai, and even though the westerners did not understand the words, the meaning was clear. Those boys loved to be fucked.
JJ’s boy came first, handsfree, shooting a huge load of white foamy cum over the black sixpack and hard pecs of his fucker, in a gushing climax, almost passing out after the really intense action.
Alex knew the night would be just one of three until his plane home took off, but he was determined to make this weekend the most unforgetable one he ever had. JJ might be a one time encounter, but the memories would last forever.