My Prince Costume Set the Handsome Men at the Dance on Fire

Every summer we eagerly awaited the carnival dances at the Northern Recreational Club. They were incredible. Bands always came to play, and the whole thing ended up being a blast. We dressed up every year, and that one was no exception.

First came the murgas and comparsas, colorful and festive, sensual, along the avenue where the club was. Some floats came through too, though year after year there were fewer of them. Meanwhile, the ballroom stayed empty. But as soon as the street processions ended, people flooded the place in an uncontrollable rush.

Our group of friends, guys and girls, had been talking about it for months before to decide what costume each of us would wear so we wouldn't repeat ourselves. So nobody found it strange when I said I was going to dress up as a prince, that comic-strip character I had loved as a kid. When night came, I had the whole outfit ready: the long-haired wig that made me look so feminine, the shiny golden little jacket with bulging red buttons and general's epaulettes, and the unavoidable flesh-colored tights clinging to my body, which gave me an air of shameless nakedness for the time.

We got to the club door laughing, in a caravan, throwing out words of joy. We moved our bodies to the beat of the blaring music coming out of the speakers. The crowd was impressive. We pushed forward, bumping into people, but nobody got rattled. The dance floor was packed. Streamers, confetti, and foam showed the revelry reigning in that place.

After a while we started drinking some beers and I had to go up to the bar. There I ran into four guys dressed as toughs from the 1900s, old-time bruisers with mustaches and hats. They said something to me as I passed, or at least I thought they did, because I couldn't hear anything over all that noise and could only smile. I waited a good while while the coming and going of people wore me out.

—Well, look at the lovely prince we have here... —I suddenly heard behind me, and I noticed someone leaning on me brazenly, without even trying to hide it. I felt the bulge against my body.

—You really do have a gorgeous ass... —he said again, and his hardness became even more obvious. I smiled to myself and my skin prickled, like every time something lit my fuse. When I finally managed to turn my head, I saw it was one of the toughs from the group. A mature guy with a mustache; at that moment I couldn't tell whether it was real or fake. His eyes seemed light, though the lights made everything confusing. Thick, bushy eyebrows. He kept pressing against me without control, shoved his nose into my nape, and inhaled my scent, which was thankfully still respectable, though I was already starting to sweat.

Just then they brought me what I'd gone to get, and I slipped away, with a certain degree of arousal and a peculiar hard-on that would keep growing as the night entered its peak of jumping and shouting. I drank with my friends, and little by little each one drifted off, looking for other company. I was still in the middle of a dance, in circles formed by another group of boys and girls who were cheering me on like crazy. I don't know if it was teasing or not, but I couldn't care less: I was having a hell of a time.

I caught sight of the men from the 1900s again out of the corner of my eye. And at one point it was they who surrounded me, cheering, clapping, taking my hands to spin me round and round, pressing my waist against them, casually pinching my ass. At the end of one of those dances I suddenly had a huge urge to go to the bathroom. My bladder was about to burst.

***

The club bathrooms were spacious, designed for lots of people, and even so people kept going in and out. I have the habit of not using urinals, so I went into one of the enclosed stalls, with a door and a toilet. I found one free. The smell in there was already sour and strong from so much use.

Before I knew it, one of the tough guys was behind me. He let me pee, helping me pull down the flesh-colored tights. I don't know if he was the same one from the bar; I don't think so. While I let go, he sucked my ears and rubbed my ass. I tried to detach myself from all of it, but my body was already a living flame.

—You're in bad shape, kid. They've probably told you so; you've got every man here hard as a rock...

—Oh, yeah? You sure? Maybe they're exaggerating a little —I said, finishing pissing, while he caressed my bare ass cheeks and shook my cock. He wouldn't let me do it myself because he took it in his fingers, and right away he started pushing up against my body. Before I knew it, that 1900s stud had me impaled, with one of my legs lifted onto the toilet rim. He was thick, not very long, but he opened me wide, while with one hand he jerked me off and with the other he pinched my nipples, hard as his flesh.

—Look how hard you got me, prince, so stiff... I love your ass, it's brutal... —he panted against my nape. You could hear the footsteps of people coming and going outside. The commotion and the voices drowned out my restrained moans and the grunts of that fiery stranger.

When he finished inside, not taking anything out, he turned me around and, without a shred of shame, kissed me on the lips while I felt the heat dripping between my legs. In the blink of an eye the guy disappeared just as he had come. I straightened myself as best I could, cleaned up, and went back to the dance.

***

By then I had completely lost my friends, hooked up with other people who were milling around the club. Time passed the way the night passed, and around four in the morning many had already left. The ballroom started thinning out and the gaps between people became visible.

I went out into the street. Some people came and went, others smoked and left amid laughter and shoves. A car pulled up to the curb and a familiar face appeared in the window.

—Hey, prince, come with us, we'll take you wherever you're going... —said one of the tough guys, leaning out with a cheerful smile, taking a drag on his cigarette and blowing the smoke into the street.

—I don't know who you are... —I said.

—A friend of ours who already left says you know him. Anyway, I'm Bruno, the one in back is Damián, and the one driving is the guy they call El Tano —the three of them laughed under their breath.

—And I'm the brave prince... —I said, walking up to the car, jokingly.

—Get in, you'll have a good time... —I looked both ways. There was nobody I knew. I wasn't afraid; on the contrary, arousal had me by the throat, as it usually did. I let myself be carried along and got in. The car shot off fast and disappeared through the streets until it reached a dirt road they knew well. I'd realize that later, because as soon as I got in, the guy in back, the one called Damián, was already groping my ass and looking for my mouth to kiss me, his tongue going all the way in. I answered him the same way. Over my pants I grabbed his piece, hard as a rock.

With the strong fingers he had, that stud tore my prince tights and sank one finger into my still-open hole. And so, amid kisses and groping, I straddled him. Damián started easing it into me slowly, while his hands spread my cheeks, and I began to ride him. He opened my little jacket and started sucking my nipples, which burned with lust.

—This prince is so hot, guys, he's gorgeous... —moaned the one fucking me.

—What an ass he has, and he likes cock on top of it... I'm dying of lust. Tano, how much longer? —meanwhile, I was rigid, and Damián squeezed and pinched my ass cheeks.

My riding increased. Damián's groans grew louder; he knew he was close to the finish, that he was going to come inside at any moment. I sped up the back-and-forth against his firm, thick flesh, which took me without hesitation in that dawn opening onto a new day.

—It's coming, I'm going to fill you, gorgeous, you're moving so well, ohhh, yes, yes... —he started to come and I couldn't hold mine back and splattered all over myself. That only made him even more aroused and he kissed me again without pulling out, still throbbing inside me.

***

The car stopped and only then did he leave my body. Daylight was already announcing itself. We were in a wooded stretch I didn't know, where you couldn't see anything more than two meters away. There were tire tracks marked on the ground; I thought it must be a fairly trafficked place, but at that moment I cared very little.

They all got out. The one they called El Tano gave me his hand so I could get out, and in doing so he almost yanked off my tights, which were already down at my knees from all the moving around. The jacket flew through the air. He grabbed me by the waist, I noticed his growing bulge, and he gave me a fire-hot kiss, plunging his tongue deep inside. With my hand I caressed that hardness. I felt movement behind me: a mouth devouring my nape, my neck, my ears, and fingers pinching my nipples. It was Bruno, who was also pressing his erection against me, growing by the minute.

El Tano sat in the back seat and pulled down his pants, revealing an erect cock, thick, almost majestic, with the head shiny and drooling. I understood the message, knelt down, and started swallowing that tool. I licked his balls too, and all of that made the man growl with pleasure. Almost at the same time, another long, playful cock speared into me like a stinger. Bruno clung to my hips and started pumping me without slowing down, at an almost savage speed, moaning and babbling things in my ear.

—What a ass you've got, prince... I think I fell in love with you, so delicious, I want to fuck you all the time... —he kept going nonstop, sweating and making me sweat, while mine stood up like a spring and I whimpered like a madman blinded by lust. Even so I kept sucking El Tano's cock, adoring it, licking it.

Bruno pulled out, still dripping. El Tano stood up and took me to the seat. He made me rest on my knees, sticking my ass out, and right there he impaled me without mercy. He went in and out at his leisure. The other two watched and nudged each other when they saw that milk was starting to pour from my cock, almost uncontrollably. My entrance opened wider and wider; El Tano's was the thickest, not so long, but wide.

Then he pulled out, took me by the hips, and lowered me from the car.

—Come on, baby, come with me, I want you to open up here... —he said, and for the first time I heard his voice, deep, like a fifty-something man's. He threw me onto my back on the car hood, spread my legs, and, standing as he was, he put it all inside me. He had a stamina I didn't know anyone had.

The other two each drank a beer and watched as that man made me delirious. I whimpered louder and louder. Bruno splashed a little beer over my nipples and they started sucking them amid grunts, like dogs. They sniffed my skin, and the more they sucked and the more beer they poured over my burning body, the more their mouths crossed over each other, making the scene even hotter. El Tano quickened his thrusts, went for my mouth, I gave it to him, tongues throwing off sparks. The orgasm was about to come. He clung to my trembling body, shoved once and again, and, amid cries, came inside. He stayed on top of me for a few moments, throbbing, until he pulled out and his cock hung limp.

—Let's go home... —said El Tano.

—You think? —Bruno asked.

—And what do you say, prince? —El Tano shot at me. Of course I didn't want to miss out on it. I had nothing to do but keep enjoying myself with them. We got back in the car, Bruno and Damián in back with me, and all the way to El Tano's house we kissed, groped each other, and they made me come again. That carnival was a wild one. All thanks to the prince costume.