The lights are flashing, the music blaring, voices are shouting and whistling at Max, as he gyrates his ass and crotch for the crowd. Chad feels so naked, and embarrassed. The spotlight glares. Chad can make out silhouettes and shapes. The club is packed. He first assumed that it was ladies night, but now he's not so sure. Some of the shapes look female, but some look male. Perhaps waiters? He thinks hopefully. Or a gay club with transvestites? He is uncertain.
"Take it off! Take it off!" chant the crowd.
Max sticks his thumbs into his waistband, and starts making a humping motion like he's plowing someone. Gulp. Chad feels Max's throbbing boner oozing out precum, and then Splooge! He cannot believe that this Max dude just blew his load inside Chad in front of an audience. The thumbs lift Chad's now slimy pouch off of Max's still oozing erection, a long silvery string of cum connects Chad to Max, as he steps out of Chad, and begins spinning Chad by his waistband over Max's head. The crowd is getting noisier. Chad's so dizzy, he cannot focus. He can see Max's have hard cock sagging now, as he feels the slimy goo in him spread out as he is spun like a centrifuge to the rhythmic music. Totally nude guys? Chad vaguely recalls seeing a flyer about that. A strip club on Route 13? He had wadded up and tossed the paper away. Now he wished he could remember exactly what it said. It must've been stuck in his locker by his secret admirer. Could it be Max? Or-
WHOOSH!
Chad was airborne and flying into the crowd. Hands bobbed up and down, as they try to catch him. One does. He feels the hand close around him, it squishes Max's load inside him. He is buried in someone's face. They're sniffing or kissing Max's shorts. Do they even know that he Chad is the Max's shorts? Chad tries to focus -