by C J Bishop
Cole exchanged a curious look with Lex and listened to the proposal.
Fuck. Tonight was getting better and better.
“You know we’d never turn down a friend.” Cole chuckled. “But can it wait just a short while longer? I think we have an interesting two-man show about to erupt onto the stage.” He nodded across the club and the other men followed his stare to where Gabe and Carl had reached the stage.
“Oh… of course.” Oliver took a seat next to Lex, his face lit up with intrigue and excitement. “I’m in no hurry.”
Lex surveyed Dane and Angel. “Looks like you two have been having fun.”
“Getting in trouble is more like it.” Angel laughed and presented his marked ass cheeks.
Lex gazed fondly at his perfect little rear-end, and chuckled. “That’s my kind of trouble.”
Chapter 5
“I think to kick things off,” Ricky said, “we should play a round of Hello, my name is. It’s a great way to get to know one another.” He gestured to Dylan. “You and Hal should join in on this one, so we’re all properly acquainted.”
Dylan glanced at the other young men. “How do you play?”
“We each introduce ourselves, reveal our favorite sex act—apart from actual fucking—and then kiss each person in the room.” A coy smile formed. “It’s amazing how acquainted you feel with someone once you’ve kissed them. So, it’s pretty mild, nothing too sexual. Once we know each other a little better, we’ll move on to something more fun and… challenging.”
“I guess that sounds okay,” Dylan said. “Hal…?”
“I’m up for just about anything.”
“So…” Levi chimed in, “when you were in Chicago, who did you shoot a scene with?”
“Garrett North and Jack Heart,” Dylan told him.
Levi grinned. “Fuck, yeah.” He looked at Hal. “You, too?”
“Not at first. I was busy with Lucas Black in the free-for-all room. Then I got down and dirty with the twins while we watched Dylan shoot his scene.”
“Shit.” Levi laughed. “Sounds like you guys had loads of fun.”
“There was loads of fun shooting all over the place.” Hal smirked.
Tommy asked, “What took you out to Gideon’s place? Did they invite you?”
Dylan explained about the Curious Boys segment. “Hal talked me into signing up. I was featured on the video, but Hal was also in it toward the end.”
“We had a fuckin’ hot time with those guys,” Levi groaned and squeezed his crotch. “Fuck. We are definitely making another trip out there as soon as possible.”
Samuel shook his head. “We didn’t get to go last time, but next time—no fucking way we’re missing it.”
“Oh, hell no,” Caleb confirmed. “After all the stories and videos—a team of wild strippers couldn’t keep me away.”
Ricky laughed. “Oh, fuck—you guys have got to meet Gideon’s Angels. Besides their fuck skills, they’re awesome guys. And Gideon—he’s the bomb. Reminds me of Max.”
“Who’s Max?” Hal asked.
“Our boss,” Ricky said. “He owns the club. But he’s more like a father to us. Treats us all like family. Awesome guy.”
Hal smiled. “That’s cool.”
The Asian boy with blue-tipped blond hair glanced at his three friends and mumbled something out of Dylan’s earshot.
“Why the Curious Boys thing?” Gavin asked Dylan. “You didn’t know for sure if you were gay?”
“Uh… no, not at first. Until Hal and I had some drunken oral sex, I had no idea I might be gay.”
Ricky smiled. “But you’re sure now, right?”
Dylan laughed. “Yeah, I’m…” He glanced at Hal. “I’m convinced.”
“How does it feel to be out and proud?” Ricky asked. “Any of your friends or family give you shit about it?”
“I, uh…” Dylan cleared his throat and averted his eyes. “I’m not really… out… so much. Back home, I mean.”
“Oh.” Ricky gazed at him a moment then smiled. “Well, I’m glad you’re comfortable with us, ‘cause we’re going to have a lot of gay fun tonight.”
Dylan relaxed, thankful that Ricky didn’t push the issue about his status back home. He wasn’t clear on his reluctance to take that final step out of the closet. A lot of reasons came to mind, but how many of them—if any—were authentic reasons?
“All right,” Ricky said. “Let’s get the ball rolling. Everyone find a comfortable place to sit.”
Dylan and Hal took the leather loveseat while the other boys occupied the cushioned chairs and larger sofa. Ricky’s four personal guests—which included the Asian boy—had spoken little. Dylan didn’t even know their names, but he supposed he would find out during their ‘get to know one another’ game. His gaze settled on the Asian boy. He had a perfect face, skin like a baby—flawless. Blue-tipped bangs fell across his brow and into his dark eyes as he tentatively met Dylan’s stare. He was cute in a way that was both adorable and sexy.
“Levi will go first,” Ricky said, “to show you how the game works.” He shrugged and smiled. “I guess it isn’t really a game. There’s no winning or losing. But for the sake of a better word…”
Levi stood up. “Hello, my name is Levi and my favorite sex act…” He looked at Ricky. “I have to pick only one? Not sure I can do that.”
Ricky laughed. “Just one, for now. We’ll explore the others later on.”
“All right.” Levi sighed. A slow grin crept across his face. “My favorite sex act is… cock sucking.”
The other guys hooted.
“And he does it so damn good, too,” Ricky groaned. Levi, Tommy, and Gavin enthusiastically agreed. Dylan guessed they were the ones who shared Ricky’s apartment… and everything else.
Levi approached Samuel first, cupped his face, and planted an open-mouth kiss on him. Samuel groaned and delved into the kiss, moaning deeply. Drawing back, Levi licked his lips, smiled, and moved on to Caleb who accepted his kiss as eagerly as Samuel.
Garrett and Jack were the only other men Dylan had kissed besides Hal. And that experience was months ago. Since then, it had been him and Hal and no one else. Would it be strange—making out with other men? Did he even want to? Hal didn’t appear to have reservations and Dylan wondered if that should bother him. But it was just a party, right? Fun and games? He didn’t want to get uptight about it. After everything Hal did for him regularly, it wasn’t in Dylan to question the man’s love for him.
Just relax and go with it—have fun. That’s the best gift you can give Hal.
Levi made his rounds and came to Hal and Dylan. “Who wants to go first?” Levi was a fraction shorter than them both and appeared to work out regularly. Not bulky—but a “lean” fit with adequate muscle mass. And he was fucking cute as hell.
“Go on,” Dylan urged Hal. “I’ll wait my turn.”
Hal chuckled. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”
Levi groaned as they dove into the kiss, tongues sliding back and forth into one another’s mouth.
Standing inches away, Dylan’s cock began to throb so hard he had to suppress a groan of his own. His pulse kicked up when the two men clutched each other, groping a bit. Sufficient heat surged through Dylan’s body by the time they pulled apart.
Hal panted and grinned, his wet tongue sliding across his lips—glossy with a concoction of his and Levi’s saliva. “Fair warning, babe,” he told Dylan, “his kiss about makes you cum.”
“I’ll try to contain myself.” Dylan smiled, but his heart was beating a mile a minute and fire burned through his loins.
Levi chuckled and stepped closer, slid his fingers through Dylan’s dark hair, and eased into the kiss this time… drawing Dylan in deeper and deeper. His slick, velvet tongue dipped into Dylan’s mouth, curled around his own appendage, and sucked gently… then stronger. Dylan moaned and grabbed onto his waist, leaning into the kiss as his dick stretched inside his shorts. Their crotches brushed as Levi brought
him in closer, his hands slipping further into Dylan’s hair and around to cup the back of his head. Levi was rock hard, and Dylan was fast getting there as he failed to block out Levi’s words; My favorite sex act is cock sucking. The harder Levi sucked his tongue—the more Dylan felt it in his cock.
When Levi withdrew, sliding his tongue from Dylan’s mouth—Dylan realized he was pressed flush and firm against Levi, their engorged crotches shoved together. Levi smiled and planted another light kiss on Dylan’s mouth. “You’re a great kisser,” he whispered with a rasp. “Can’t wait to see what else you’re great at.”
Levi stepped back and returned to his seat, leaving Dylan standing precariously on trembling legs… his member hard as steel, and balls full and aching.
Hal grinned and nudged him. “Still just want to watch?”
. . .
By the time they reached the edge of the stage, all the bump & grind of Gabe’s crotch had Carl’s mind shrouded in a sexual haze. He wasn’t thinking clearly when Gabe led him onstage and only when the guests’ shouts and whistles became deafening, did he come to his senses. But it was too late—the stage lights flashed, and the music vibrated the stage floor, circulating up through his feet, his legs, his loins, and spreading out to every tip of every nerve in his body.
His eyes darted across the club to where Lex sat with his back to the bar, a grin on his face and a fire in his eyes that was easily detected from a distance away.
“He’s gonna love you so hard tonight,” Gabe breathed in his ear, his hard body pressed against Carl from behind. “You won’t be able to walk in the morning.”
Carl smiled. “It’s like that almost every morning.”
Gabe laughed. “I can imagine.” He nuzzled Carl’s neck and rocked his crotch on his ass, swaying to the beat of the music. “You’ve got it in you, gorgeous. Let’s give ‘em a show they’ll never forget.”
It was too little, too late to back out now. If he tried to flee the stage—the guests would toss him back up there. To his shock and amazement, he wasn’t as nervous as he’d expected. Maybe it was the “warmup” Gabe provided on the way across the club, or the knowledge that Lex would reward him for his courage. Or both?
Carl relaxed and absorbed the beat of the music as it pumped through his body from his feet up. He shivered as Gabe’s hands shoved beneath his shirt and peeled it up over his head. He’d watched the strippers perform countless shows through the years from behind the bar—never had he imagined he would be on this stage one day stripping as well… experiencing the rush of igniting the room with a sexual firestorm.
The weight and heat of Lex’s stare ignited him. More than anything else, he wanted to please his lover. My love. Carl quivered from scalp to toes and covered Gabe’s hands as they moved all over his bare torso. His head dropped back onto Gabe’s shoulder as the music rolled down his body and settled in his hips.
“There you go,” Gabe whispered breathlessly and pumped his crotch as Carl swiveled his ass on the man’s hardness. “I knew you had the rhythm.”
Gabe’s shirt came off and their pants followed soon after. Both men wore G-string underwear. Carl’s thin mesh casing left little to the imagination as it continued to stretch around his growing erection.
“Fuck, baby,” Gabe groaned and raked his teeth along Carl’s shoulder. He pushed his hard cock between Carl’s bare ass cheeks and slid his hands into Carl’s crotch, massaging his throbbing bulge. The guests went nuts.
Carl reached behind Gabe and grabbed his ass. Their rhythm picked up, moving them around the stage. Carl grunted when his back struck the pole and Gabe pinned him to the metal rod. Pumping and grinding, Gabe undulated to his heels and up again as his lips and tongue tasted every inch of Carl’s pulsing crotch, sucking his wetness through the mesh fabric.
Oh, my God… oh fuck…
Carl swallowed hard and curled his leg over Gabe’s shoulder, his heel raking down the man’s slick, muscular back. His hazy eyes found and locked with Lex’s blazing ‘I want to fuck you right now’ stare. Carl shuddered and grabbed the pole above his head and imagined it was Lex on stage, on his knees—sucking him through the nylon mesh.
Chapter 6
“Hello, my name is Kim.” The Asian boy brushed blue-tinted bangs from his eyes. “And my favorite sexual act is… kissing…” His soft brown eyes came to rest on Dylan. “… over every inch of the body.”
Dylan shivered. Lying naked on the bed while Hal kissed him from head to toe was a favored pleasure of his as well—and returning the pleasure, also.
“A man after our own hearts,” Hal whispered with a smile.
Dylan nodded as Kim began making his rounds, kissing each of the boys. As he drew closer, the flutter in Dylan’s stomach intensified until every nerve in his body crackled. What was it about Kim that affected him so powerfully? He didn’t have an answer at this time.
“Hi,” Kim murmured when he stood before Hal.
“Hello.” Hal smiled and waited for Kim to initiate the kiss, then gently squeezed the boy’s hips and drew him closer. Passion and sensuality exploded between them and Dylan restrained himself from jumping in. Kim looked small, even fragile, next to Hal and—for whatever reason—it enhanced the boy’s effect on Dylan.
Hal moaned when they parted, his breath quick and eyes glazed.
Almost shyly, Kim moved over to stand before Dylan. Despite his somewhat bashful behavior, experience emanated in his dark eyes and a glimmer of… sadness? Was that right? The glimmer receded an instant later. Had it been there at all—or had the young man simply learned to draw it within and hide it?
Before he could analyze the notion, Dylan became submerged in a kiss. The boy’s lips were warm and soft, his tongue eager and strong. Though Dylan dwarfed him, Kim was without a doubt controlling the kiss. A quiet moan rolled up the boy’s throat and into Dylan’s mouth as Kim pushed closer, his slender, almost delicate body fully aroused—and becoming more so as their kiss deepened.
An ache coiled in Dylan’s lower abdomen and webbed through his loins, into his member, stretching and thickening his erection. Dylan whimpered. He engulfed Kim in his arms as his head went light and he drowned in the boy’s consuming passion.
Kim shuddered against him, tentative fists clutching Dylan’s shirt. The kiss slowly subsided as their lips parted, just barely, still brushing as they gazed into one another’s eyes, their breath shaky.
“It’s nice to see we’re all becoming friends,” Ricky murmured with amusement. “Very good friends.” He adjusted his crotch. “Fuck. I felt that kiss all the way over here.”
The other boys breathlessly agreed.
Dylan remained in a light daze as Kim’s friends each introduced themselves and made their way around the room. Dylan was the last to make the rounds. “Hello, my name is Dylan and my favorite sex act is… well, to be honest…” He looked at the Asian boy. “… it’s the same as Kim’s. Kissing… all over the body.” Kim smiled small, his dark eyes almost glowing.
It was interesting—even shocking—to discover so many boys in one place who could kiss so well. No kiss surpassed Kim’s, though. When Dylan approached Kim, a surge of excitement spiraled through him. He was surprised to find how eager he was to kiss the boy again. Dylan cast a quick glance at Hal. His boyfriend stared back, a smile on his face and sexual heat blazing through his eyes. He gave a nod to Dylan as the fire within surged hotter.
“Hello, again,” Dylan whispered.
Kim smiled—and that glimmer wisped through his gaze once more, quickly fading out of sight. “Hi.”
Is something wrong? Are you okay? The questions swirled inside Dylan’s head, but he didn’t voice them. Now wasn’t the time. Maybe there wasn’t a right time. He didn’t know Kim; they were complete strangers but for one shared kiss that was about to become two. Would Kim find it odd or even strange that Dylan asked personal questions?
Dylan inched closer and cupped Kim’s face. He hadn’t touched his face during the last kiss. The
boy’s skin was as soft as it was flawless, like caressing satin. He stroked his thumbs over Kim’s warm cheeks and lifted his face as he dipped down to meet him, brushing a light kiss across his lips.
The other boys went quiet, the silence permeated only by the music from out in the main club.
Parting his lips, Kim invited Dylan into his mouth as he trailed his fingers along Dylan’s ribs. The kiss strengthened when their tongues touched, intertwined, sucked. The warm wetness of Kim’s mouth filled Dylan with imaginations of what else that mouth could do to him, certain that the experience would be out of this world. He trembled at the thought and slid his fingers into Kim’s soft, blond locks, pushing into the kiss.
Tender moans sifted up their throats. Kim clung to Dylan, his tense fingers gripping his back, his full body shoved flush against Dylan. Sexual tension flowed through all the boys as it pumped out of Dylan and Kim.
“Maybe we should let ‘em go,” Ricky mumbled. “I’d kind of like to see where this takes them.”
Low murmurs of agreement sifted through the others.
Rather than evolve, the kiss ended with a shudder from both boys. Dylan could hardly breathe as he returned to the loveseat and sat down beside an overheated, fully aroused Hal.
. . .
Cole chanced a glance at Lex’s crotch. Unaroused, the man couldn’t hide what he was packing, but in full arousal—he appeared to be smuggling an anaconda in his trousers. Cole wasn’t as nearly “endowed” as Lex Roaman, but even his adequate member strained the seams of his pants as the two men watched their significant others working their way to the top of Santa’s naughty list.
“And I thought my stage show with Caleb was dirty,” Dane breathed.
“It was.” Cole laughed. “Watching all four of you out there… I practically fucked Gabe right here in front of everyone.”
“I would’ve liked to see that.” Angel smiled. Neither he nor Dane had collected their clothes and their skimpy underwear left little to the imagination as Angel snuggled his bare ass on Dane’s hard crotch. Both shivered—and Cole as well.
