The whole team had been working late to finish to the deadline, so when the boss pointed to the bar across the road and said the drinks were on him, it was a popular move. The three of us - Simon the boss, Paul the visiting German rep from Berlin and Me - the new boy - headed out into the rainy night air and jogged across the quiet street. A couple of drinks later it was Last Orders, and Simon said he was heading home. Paul bought another round so we carried on chatting.

He told me that he had a partner, Philippe, who had travelled over with him and was waiting for him back at his hotel. “He’s probably filling in his time at the Cellar next door to our hotel. You know it?”

I said I didn’t.

“Cool place, if you like that sort of thing” he said, winking. “Philippe loves it.” He paused. “You…like that kind of place?” His hand was on my thigh.

I guess the beer had pushed me to be brave, so I said I’d check it out.

“Great” said Paul. “I’ve told Philippe about you, so he’s going to be very excited to meet you.” Another squeeze of my thigh, and we were on our way.

Ten minutes later and we were walking down some brick steps into a basement bar. Dance music vibrated off the brickwork and we entered the darkness of the Cellar. There was a small stage set in the middle of the floor, surrounded by chairs. A guy to our left called out, beckoning us, and I was sat between the two Berliners. We were obviously waiting for a show. Paul called to a waiter for some drinks, and he returned with a tray full a few moments later. It was then I realised that he was dressed just in an apron, and his thigh was exposed as he stretched across me. I caught sight of his semi hard cock too, and gulped. Paul clinked glasses with me, then leaned across to kiss Philippe on the mouth. His left hand rubbed against my cock as he did so.

“So you definitely like this sort of thing, eh?” he grinned. “You know if you play your cards right that waiter will fuck you in one of the bathrooms”

Before I could answer two musclebound guys came onto the stage to a chorus of whoops and cries. Philippe was one of the loudest fans.

“See what I mean about him?” Paul shouted into my ear. “He just loves this place. Every time we come to London we have to come here. And these performers - he wants to ride their cocks.”

“And you’re ok with that?”

“Sure. I love to watch him get fucked. Wouldn’t you?”

He was slowly, deliberately unzipping me. Soon he had my cock in his fist. He shot a wink across at Philippe who leaned into me and said Paul was the best cocksucker he’d ever known. I gulped again, but my cock was rock solid, and Paul’s tongue was in my mouth. I looked round in the darkened room and let’s just say that what we’re up to was not unusual in that place on that night.

In front of us, the two oiled men were naked. We had a front row view as the blonde guy bent over and gaped his ass towards us. His partner was licking up the backs of his muscled thighs before circling his tongue around his asshole. I could see a grey haired guy two seats away was wanking rhythmically as he watched, then caught my eye. He was watching as Paul’s mouth closed over my glans and he began wanking harder. He winked at me, then rubbed his index finger over the top of his cock before licking it. He pointed towards the toilets.

By this time the blonde guy was bent over a chair on the stage, and his partner’s cock was rubbing against his hole. Philippe was stroking Paul’s hair as he started to deepthroat me.

“Told you he was good, yes?”

“Hmm…yes…”

Philippe had unzipped his own trousers by now, and his circumcised cock was already leaking cum.

“That grey haired guy over there is very jealous of Paul. I think he wants your cock in his ass. Hey Paul!” he pulled his partner’s head up from my lap “I think that guy needs his cock more. Shall we?”

He shuffled along the seats to the guy and whispered into his ear while stroking his cock. Both men nodded, and we followed them to the back of the room. A toilet door led to some cubicles. The first two were occupied - the first by our waiter, who had his apron pulled to one side as an old bloke was sucking away on him furiously. In the second cubicle a wanking transvestite was peering through a peep hole at the waiter’s cock sliding in and out of the old guy’s mouth.

The third cubicle was all ours. The grey haired guy was already stepping out of his trousers.

Philippe asked him what he wanted.

“I want that young guy…” He pointed at me. “…to fuck me really hard”

Philippe and Paul kissed and watched as my new partner sucked at my nipples and stroked my wet cock.

“Can you fuck me please? Now?”

He was rubbing lube onto his asshole as he licked around my cockhead. He said he was ready and bent over the toilet, pulling my cock towards him. I felt the tip at the opening, then he pushed back against my thighs and my shaft was inside him.

“Fuck me. And don’t be gentle. I like hard and fast.”

And that’s what he got. As Paul started to slurp away as Philippe’s cock, I was thrusting hard and deep. The groans from my partner were getting louder. He started moaning and he was pulling away at his own cock. Soon I felt him jerk and a strand of cum dripped from between his fingers. I could feel my own climax building and Philippe was panting hard too. Soon my cock exploded and my spunk was dribbling out of his ass.

After we cleaned ourselves up we rejoined the people in the bar just as the blonde performer was cumming all over his partner’s face. He winked at Philippe as we passed.

Perhaps our night wasn’t over just yet.