Party Animal (Roosters 6)

by Gale Stanley

  Lee’s expression went grim. “What about love?”

  “I don’t believe in it.”

  “What do you believe in?”

  “Having a good time. That’s what I live for.” I picked up my glass and took a big swallow.

  Paul attempted to change the subject. “Lee is a freelance photographer. We went to college together back East.”

  Lee finally smiled, and two adorable dimples appeared. “And now I’m giving LA a trial run.”

  I frowned. “What does that mean?”

  “Paul kept telling me that moving here was the best thing he ever did, and I should try it, but other guys told me they hated it. I decided to commit to twelve months. I travel a lot so I figured a year would give me enough time to find out what living here is really like. I’m staying with Paul until I find a place of my own.”

  “People love to hate on LA. They come here with big dreams, and when they don’t make them happen, they run home with their tail between their legs and bitch about the shallowness, the traffic, and the lack of seasons. It’s unfair.”

  “That’s why I want to give it a fair chance.”

  “What do you think so far?”

  “So far, so good.”

  “I’ll drink to that.” I finished my martini and ordered a round for the table. “I need some new photos for my portfolio. Maybe I’ll give you the job instead of Paul.”

  “I’m not really set up yet.”

  What the fuck, had I just gotten dissed? No way. Lee must have been concerned about Paul’s feelings. “Well, if you need any help getting set up, call me. In fact, give me your cell. I’ll put my number in.”

  Lee hesitated for a second, then handed over his phone. I was pissed but punched in my number anyway. I didn’t get him. Lee seemed tight with Paul and Joey, but standoffish with me. Fuck him!

  The drinks came and I raised my glass for a toast. “To the Three Musketeers.”

  Paul raised his glass. “To the fourth Musketeer.”

  “To the wannabe,” I added.

  Paul seemed about to say something else, but Joey jumped in. “One for all, and all for one.”

  I downed half of my drink, but it didn’t help. Lee had already ruined my good mood. I felt belittled somehow. I didn’t care about Lee, but my pride was hurt. It was like I needed to prove something.

  After an hour of drinking and dancing, Joey pleaded exhaustion and left. I flirted with the hopefuls who stopped by the table, while Paul and Lee talked about the good old days. Then Paul went to the men’s room and left me alone with Lee. It was getting late. I decided to give him another chance.

  I scooted closer to Lee and put a hand on his thigh. “Feeling any butterflies yet?”

  “Nothing an antacid won’t cure.”

  “I like your sense of humor. We should get to know each other better. Since you’re doing trial runs, why not try my place tonight?”

  “Thanks, but no thanks.”

  “Paul won’t mind.”

  He didn’t reply.

  “Are you and Paul…?”

  He shook his head. “No.”

  I decided he was playing hard to get to catch my interest. Well, it was working. Most men are too easy. I like a challenge once in a while, so I tried again. “Let me guess.” I gave him my most seductive look. “You never fuck on the first date.”

  “Something like that.”

  “I bet I can change your mind.”

  “You won’t.”

  Who the fuck did he think he was? There’s such a thing as playing too hard to get. I took my hand off his leg and backed off. I used my acting skills to tamp down my anger and put on a calm façade. But of course I couldn’t let him have the last word. “It’s your loss.” I could see Beau watching me from the bar. “Excuse me. I have somebody waiting for me.” I headed for the bar. Beau threw an arm around me and kissed me. I whispered a few words to him, and took him home with me.

  * * *

  I kicked Beau out of bed at five a.m. He stumbled into the bathroom and I heard the toilet flush. He came back with a serious case of morning wood. Beau tried to crawl back into bed, but I jumped up and threw his clothes at him. “Get dressed, baby. I have an early call today.”

  “I’ll stay here and wait for you.”

  Shit, I’d already overslept and missed my gym time. This was why I rarely let anyone sleep over. “Sorry, I have a long day and you gotta go.”

  Sighing and groaning, Beau dressed and made his exit. I cleaned up, dressed, and hightailed it over to the studio. In the dressing room, somebody threw a bathrobe at me. I took my clothes off and put the robe on.

  The set was furnished like a living room and the camera crew was waiting. I saw Max talking to a guy I’d worked with before, Lance Steel. Max gave me a hard look. “Nice of you to join us.”

  I said the first thing that popped into my head. “The freeway traffic is murder.”

  “Right,” Max said. “Listen up. Here’s the scenario. It’s a sunny day in LA. Casey is in the shower when he hears the doorbell. He grabs his robe, throws it on and opens the door. It’s the mailman in a pair of tight shorts that show off his ass.” Max nods at Lance. “You see Casey standing there with his robe hanging open and everything in plain sight. Let’s take it from there.”

  Lance and I got into position. We stood on either side of an open door. Lance eyed me up and down. “I have a package for Casey Cox.”

  I winked at Lance. “It looks like junk mail to me.”

  Lance pretended to be nervous. “Are you Mr. Cox?”

  “I sure am. Bring that package in here where I can see it.”

  I shut the door behind Lance and lean against it. “Unwrap it, Mr. Postman. Let’s see this special delivery.” Lance undressed and I put my hand on his crotch. “That’s some package. I think I better try it out before I sign anything.” I dropped my robe, and then dropped to my knees in front of Lance.

  I licked my lips and clutched Lance’s thighs. Then I fisted his stiff dick and bent my head. I tongued the slit for a drop of precum. “Hmm. Love the way you taste.”

  Lance groaned. “Come on, cocksucker. You waiting for an invitation? Let’s see what you can do.”

  He grabbed my hair and pulled. I let his dick slide into my mouth.

  Lance urged me on. He tightened his grip on my head and thrust deep. I started sucking, but when I felt Lance’s balls tighten, I released him.

  “Fuck. Why did you stop?”

  “I just wanted to test the merchandise.” I gave his cockhead a quick lick and stood up. “You’re the delivery boy, so let’s see you deliver.”

  I led him into the bedroom. The camera crew followed us and took a few minutes to set up. Meanwhile, Lance and I stroked our dicks to stay hard.

  “Okay boys.” Max said. “I want a sixty-nine. Lance, lie on your back with your head at the headboard. Casey, I want you on top so we can see your face.”

  We moved into position effortlessly, but always aware of the camera. Facing his toes, I straddled Lance’s head, putting a knee on either side. My erection hung over his face. Lance grinned up at me, clearly anticipating what was to come.

  “I’m gonna fuck your face, delivery boy, then I’m gonna come in your mouth.”

  “Promises, promises,” Lance muttered.

  Growling, I bent forward until his cock brushed my lips. Now we were in perfect position, his cock prodding my lips, and mine prodding his. I licked up his length, and then bent farther to suck his balls. I was enjoying the tang of his sweat, when I heard Max’s voice.

  “Let’s see your face, Casey.”

  I released Lance’s balls and looked up. Oh fuck! I found myself staring at Lee. His eyes pierced right through me. I was stunned. Why was he here? And why did I care? I love an audience. It shouldn’t make any difference who was watching me, but it did. He had judgy eyes. They spoke volumes and I didn’t like what they said. It pissed me off and I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. “See anything you like?”
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br />   Lee grimaced. Max went ballistic. His beady eyes bulged and he turned red. “Stay focused.”

  Fuck Max. Fuck Lee. I’d give them both a show that would put butterflies in their bellies. I cupped Lance’s sac in one hand and licked his stiff prick. Lance started moaning, then suddenly my cock was bathed in wet heat as Lance took me in his mouth. He played with my ass and started a fire in my groin. My balls felt achy and heavy. I let myself enjoy it for a minute before returning the favor. His cock slid between my lips. I sucked and worked his balls, all the time holding Lee’s gaze. It was hot as hell. Take that, you bastard.

  Lance’s constant moans were real. I knew what I was doing. Fact is most people don’t have the slightest idea how to suck cock. They think if they bob their heads up and down until a guy climaxes it’s all good, but if you want to provide maximum pleasure you have to take care of the whole package.

  Lance started sucking like a hungry animal, devouring me. I did the same. We moved in a choreographed dance, sucking each other’s cocks with skill. Our moans and groans filled the room. It became harder to focus and I forgot about Lee and the cameras capturing us from different angles. Lance’s hips moved like a piston, pumping his cock into my mouth. It was getting harder to hold back. I started to thrust. My balls tightened and I started fucking Lance’s mouth with increasing urgency.

  I pressed a finger to Lance’s hole, finally penetrating him and he went wild under me, thrusting and sucking. If his mouth weren’t stuffed with my cock, he would have been begging for his orgasm. I felt his cock swell in my mouth and I knew Lance was going to come. I pulled off and held his dick while he blew thick wads of sperm across my face.

  The blood roared in my ears and my balls ached, but I held off my orgasm until Lance was done. Then I got up on all fours, pulled out of his mouth, and let myself spill over his chest. Sitting up, I straddled Lance and licked the cum from my lips.

  “Cut,” Max said.

  I looked at Paul. “Did you get everything?”

  He gave me a thumb’s up. “Very sexy. You look like a satisfied cat slurping cream.”

  I scanned the room for Lee, and caught sight of his back as walked out. “What was he doing here?”

  Paul gave me a sheepish look. “The studio is looking for another cameraman. Lee’s thinking about it.”

  My jaw dropped. “That uptight poser? He couldn’t handle it.”

  “You have the wrong idea about Lee.”

  “I don’t think so.” I got off the bed and headed for the bathroom to clean up.

  Chapter Three

  Two nights later, we met at Tidbits again. Lee was M.I.A. Somehow our group seemed incomplete without him. I wondered if he had a date.

  “Where’s your roommate?” I asked Paul.

  “Checking out an apartment. He’ll be along later.”

  I nodded, but inside I felt relieved. I should have known Lee couldn’t get lucky. First he had to take the stick out of his ass.

  Three drinks and sixty minutes later I was feeling bored and horny. Looking for excitement, I decided to start some shit. I knew I could do just about anything on the dance floor and the staff at Tidbits wouldn’t care. They didn’t look twice at a bare chest or a naked ass. I just needed a partner who didn’t mind exposing some skin. I grabbed Joey’s hand and pulled him toward the dance floor.

  We were in the center of the crowded floor. The erotic rhythm of the dance music vibrated through my body. Joey and I started moving to the beat. A spotlight came on and highlighted us. Suddenly, we were getting a lot of attention. It was all the encouragement I needed. I took my T-shirt off and threw it into the crowd. Joey followed my lead. The other dancers circled us to get a better look. They knew who we were, and I knew they wanted us to go further. “Let’s give them more to look at,” I shouted over the music.

  I was wearing button fly jeans and I fumbled the top few open so they could see my pubic hair. Joey unbuttoned, but balked at unzipping.

  Guys started moving from the bar to the dance floor and the press of the crowd excited me. It was a turn on for sure. I must be an exhibitionist because I was totally hard and leaking. Our dance moves turned raunchier.

  Suddenly, a boner-inducing hottie cut in and started grinding on me. The crowd urged us on.

  “More. More. More.”

  “Take your fucking pants off!”

  My new partner gripped the waistband of my jeans and was about to pull them down. My heartbeat sped up and I didn’t protest. Most of these guys had already seen my junk in the videos or on the Internet.

  Somebody gripped me from behind and pulled me out of the spotlight. “What the fuck.” I turned around and my jaw dropped when I saw it was Lee. I tried to shake the alcohol fog from my head and get my shit together. “You wanna dance?”

  “You call this dancing?”

  “I do.”

  “You’ve drunk too much, Casey. Let me take you outside and I’ll get you a cab.”

  “I’m not ready to leave.”

  “Then come back to the table and have some coffee.”

  “After this dance.”

  “I can’t dance.”

  “They’re playing a slow one. Just follow me.”

  “And then you’ll come sit down?”

  “Cross my heart, hope to die.”

  Lee sighed with resignation. He reached for the waistband of my jeans. For a second I thought he was going to touch me and my pulse raced. But he very chastely buttoned me up. I grinned at him. “You’re such a gentleman.”

  He smiled and moved into my arms. We started to sway to the music. It felt good. Better than I imagined. Lee’s hard dick pressed against my thigh so I knew he wasn’t entirely unaffected by me. I put my hands on the small of his back and pulled him closer. He didn’t protest, so I took it further. I slipped a hand down his pants and under his briefs to squeeze his bare ass. Lee’s body tensed in my arms, but he didn’t say anything. I took that as acceptance and I kept massaging his cheek. Maybe he liked what he saw at the studio the other day.

  Lee leaned his head against my shoulder and I whispered in his ear. “You lied to me. You’re a great dancer.”

  He gasped when I traced the crease of his ass. My finger teased his hole, and then slid inside. “Stop,” he whispered. “Let’s go sit down.”

  “The song isn’t over.” I nipped his earlobe, and licked the tender skin below his ear. I swear I heard him moan. Our bodies swayed as if we were one. He rubbed his groin against me and my head spun. I swear I felt butterfly wings flutter in my chest. If this went on any longer, I feared I might come in my pants. This had never happened to me before. I wanted to dance with him all night. But the music ended and Lee disentangled himself from my arms.

  He was breathing a little heavier and he looked flushed. “Come on, Casey. You promised you’d sit down.” He attempted to pull me off the dance floor.

  “One more dance.”

  “Do you have a hard time keeping your promises?”

  “No.” I had promised, but I would have followed him anyway. I wanted to fuck him and I was hoping he’d come home with me tonight. “I always keep my word.”

  Joey was still dancing. Paul was alone at the table. I sat on his right. Instead of sitting next to me, Lee sat on his left. I frowned, but he didn’t look at me. He focused on Paul. “Hey, Paul.”

  “Hi, Lee. You surprised me. I’ve never seen you dance before.”

  “And you probably won’t see it again. I was just trying to get Casey off the floor.”

  “Bullshit,” I said. “He wanted to cop a feel.” They both ignored me.

  Paul opted to change the subject. “What did you think of the apartment, Lee?”

  Lee brightened and gave him a thumb up. “It’s perfect. The building has laundry facilities and a pool. Best of all, the second bedroom is big enough for a studio. I signed the lease. That’s what took me so long. Looks like you’re free of me at last, Paul.”

  Paul pretended to frown. “Am I su
pposed to be happy? My apartment has never been so clean.”

  “I’ll stop by once in a while and pick up after you,” Lee said. “I owe you that much.”

  So Lee was a neat freak. It didn’t surprise me. “Did you sign a yearly lease?” I asked him.

  “No, it’s month to month.”

  It surprised me that he hadn’t committed for the year. “So you’re still undecided about staying here in LaLa Land?”

  “I just want to be sure before I put down roots.”

  “I get it. It’s tough to start over.”

  Paul added his two cents. “It can be overwhelming, especially when you leave unfinished business behind.”

  Lee glared at Paul. It was the first time I’d seen him so angry.

  Paul put his hands up in a sign of surrender. “Mea culpa.”

  So Mr. Goody Two Shoes had a few skeletons in his closet. My curiosity went into overdrive but I knew better than to say anything then. I’d wait until I got Lee alone, hopefully later tonight.

  Just then, Beau came over and broke the awkward silence. “How’s it going, Casey?

  “I’m livin’ the dream.”

  “Cool. I wanted to get a dance, but you were already gone. I did catch your shirt.” He handed it over.

  “Thanks. Much appreciated.” I put it on.

  Beau shifted his weight from one foot to the other. “How about hooking up later?”

  “Not tonight.”

  Beau looked disappointed. “I’m going east for Easter. I guess I’ll catch ya after the holiday.”

  “Sure.”

  Beau walked off and Lee raised a brow at me.

  “What?”

  “Nothing,” Lee said. “I’m just surprised you turned Beau down.”

  I winked at Lee. “I have other plans.” I hope.

  “Speaking of plans,” Paul said. “What’s cooking for Easter?”

  “Ham, sweet potatoes… You know, the usual.”

  Lee’s eyes popped. He looked like a cartoon character. “You cook?”

  “What? You think my only talent is fucking?”