Montreal Madness Part III by Gaywayne!!!

The adventure continues....

SATURDAY NIGHT

The one thing I hate about going to Gay strip clubs on Ladies Night is all the dancers who pretend they're not gay and ignore you when the women are there. Then when the girls leave they go right back to you and want you to share booth with you for quick money. Or the girl who says they came to Montreal for an education to explore the art museums and cathedrals and don't want to look at your black-cock-only panty covered ass. But they end up in a nite club that has nothing but bare ass naked men. Go figure? I wish Sara would grab the back of their heads and say "OK bitch. if your not interested in cock try some of my hot snatch," and drown their heads in her pussy.

I sat by the stage sipping my drink while watching some skinny wimpy-dick whiteboy strip. But kept my eyes on the tv monitors that showed some hot interracial sex between a white girl and a black man. When all of a sudden two sissy white guys were hip-hopping on the dance floor and stealing the crowd's attention. They were wearing pink t-shirts, one shirt said in bold print FAG on the guy who looked straight and on the other guy's printed t-shirt, it said FAGGIER, this fag was wearing lipstick and eye shadow.

When a black beta male came on stage to do his strip tease show all of a sudden FAG and FAGGIER stopped dancing, ran up to the stage and bow their heads with their arms down simultaneously chanting in perfect harmony "WE OUR NOT WORTHY . WE ARE NOT WORTHY." I was impressed. If I had a t-shirt that said FAGGIEST I certainly would have joined them.

After a mostly slow-moving night things started to pick up when a Mistress and her slave sat by me. Luckily. I didn't know what it was with men wearing pink, but her male slave was wearing a pink t-shirt that said DUM BLOND. How embarrassing. I could see that she made him get a perm and frosted his hair blond looking very faggish.

But the highlight of club's show was when FAG and FAGGIER got up on stage and shared a big black double-edge rubber dildo. Now I have seen this many times in porno films with mostly girls. But this was the first time I saw two guys doing it live on stage and the girls seemed to love it, especially the lesbians. I said to the Mistress siting next to me, "Boy, this is degrading for men to do". She replied: "Girls have been doing this for years for men's entertainment, so now it's payback time." The show got even hotter when a female bouncer named the ROCK who did have rock hard biceps, but not as big as the lady bartender got up on stage with the boys. The Mistress told me she believed that she was the younger sister of that muscle lady called Arnold and they both work out at her gym together.

The Rock held the dildo in the middle while the two whiteboy asses banged the double header. The boys kept rocking back and forth and doing sissy moans. The mostly girl audience (with their muscle black stud dancers with them) were chanting "HEAVE-HO. HEAVE-HO." One girl said to the other: "I could never take a dildo that big!" The other replied: "That's because boys have much bigger pussies." They both laugh as I caught this humiliation line.

After that show another big black stud returned with just a towel wrapped around him. The white girls screamed with joy. With the urging of the Mistress, I handed the stud a few bucks and he wrapped the towel my head so it was just me and a big black scary cock covered by just a towel. For all the straight white guys who say they could never go gay, well let me tell you just let his big black warm cock lay on face for just a minute or two and let him slowly rub it back and forth on your nose and cheek. When he pulls it away, you still want more even though the girls are laughing at you. Then you know you're hooked on gay. After that he sprayed whipped cream on his cock and asked if anyone wanted to lick it off. I could not help but get pull out more dollars bills.

It was getting near closing time and I knew I had to do something to get a lasting memory. By luck the Mistress asked me if I wanted to share a back booth with her and the black stud who was just dancing along with DUM BLOND who agreed to pay half which made it all the more reason to go back there. All four of us went to the back booth. But it was nothing like I expected. As the white Mistress sat and made out (french-kissed) the black stud, she had me stick my tongue all the up DUM BLOND's ass hole. Now like Sara said, I'm a size queen for black cock. I don't go around sticking my tongue up white guys asses, but the Mistress was in charge and she was making me do this humiliating act. You know 3 long minutes and entire song does not sound like much, but you hear her saying "DEEPER DEEPER", it seems like an eternity. So if you thought you were straight and that you only do humiliating gay acts to please women, you will feel definitely feel gay after this. Because this is something you just can't fake. After the song was over she had the black man cum on our faces, then told us to go back out to the bar, but don't wipe the hot fresh cum off our faces while buying a buying girls a drink. Boy I thought I was going to die after the white girls figured out what was on our faces and could not stop laughing and then went back to make out with their black lovers(dancers). They knew we were just a couple of broken-in whiteboys for black cock and existed for white girls to tease and put down. I realized then that this is the way it should be and us "dum" white pussy boys should accept this without question. We all know that black men are superior.

As I stopped at the border gate to go in back into the good old usa my tongue still had the taste of ass. I could not get rid of the taste in my mouth even though I used mouthwash. The border guard asked that same old question after he checked me out. "Did you get any hot pussy in Montreal tonight?" Now I guess I must have been been either very tired or I was just fed up about lying about what a stud I'm so I slipped and said: "No pussy sir no. But I know what a white guy's asshole tastes like" I tried to laugh, then swallowed hard as the guardsman look down at me with a cold chilling stare. Then he shrugged and patted my arm and said, "Well keep up the good work" and I drove on. THE END. by Gaywayne