by Ann Lister
Bending For Him
Illicit Heat Series: Book 5
Ann Lister
BENDING FOR HIM
Illicit Heat Series ~ Book 5
Copyright © 2020 by Ann Lister. All rights reserved.
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Acknowledgments
A special thank you to Dennis Quinonez for helping me research the choreography for this story.
TL Travis ~ Thank you for your quick beta read and the incredible promotion.
Valerie Degeorge ~ Thank you so much for your friendship and all that you do for me on a daily basis.
Jen Reilley ~ thank you for the friendship and the FB chats. I look forward to them every day.
You keep me sane and I thank you for that too!
A huge thank you goes out to all the blogs and readers who continue to support my work on social media. I am truly blessed to have you all part of my team!
Until next time…
Dedication
This one is for the readers who love their stories short and naughty. May we all find a safe place to experiment and enjoy life the way Lace and Brick do in this book.
I hope you all love my two main characters as much as I loved writing the words!
For Sandy
Friends forever goes beyond the bounds of life which means you’ll always be with me.
Chapter One
We were ten days into the fall semester at the performing arts college I was attending, and my roommate was still a no-show. Who does that? With the amount of money we had to cough up to be at this prestigious school, who would want to kiss off the first ten days of classes? Maybe this guy came from money and blowing off the first several classes weren’t a big deal to him. It made me wonder what kind of a douche my roomie was.
I got lucky freshman year in the roommate department. Greer was a great guy to be around and he was also a dance major, so he understood what the process was to be in the dance program at this school. It was an added bonus that he was gay like me. Although there was no sexual chemistry between us, he was still a good friend to have around. Sadly, I got an email from him shortly after we went home for summer break telling me he’d been accepted into another college that was closer to his parents and he’d be starting his sophomore year there. That put me back onto the roommate list which was a place no one wanted to be since it was such a crap-shoot to find a decent person to share space with.
So far, I had no complaints with Anthony Brickman — since I have yet to meet the guy. Maybe I’d get lucky and he wouldn’t show up at all and I’ll be able to enjoy this room by myself for the entire year. Doubtful. This school had a waiting list a mile long and if Anthony wasn’t going to make it to register for his fall classes, then there’d be ten others ready to fill his slot. Sooner or later, I’d have a roommate on the other side of the room, whether I wanted one or not. Until that happened, the room was mine to enjoy however I wished and I was more than taking advantage of that.
Take today for instance. After attending classes in the morning and then working out in the dance studio for most of the afternoon, I came back to the dorm and showered but I was still feeling physically restless. Now I was walking around my room bare-ass naked while enjoying the endorphin buzz still tickling the nerve endings in my muscles. I loved this state of being after I’d put my body through a rough routine of exercise. I’d never been one to use recreational drugs, but I imagined this was a similar high. It just didn’t involve putting unnatural chemicals into my body.
My special skill was being very…bendy which was how I settled into doing more of a Cirque du Soleil style of dancing. In fact, my plan for the future was to get a job working with one of the many Cirque troupes —— maybe even in Vegas. For now I was working hard on building muscle and perfecting my acrobatic skills, so when I did get an audition with Cirque, I’d be ready to wow the judges right out of their seats.
I’ve been highly trained in ballet, jazz, and contemporary dance but I shine the most when I combine acrobatics along with interpretative dance either in an aerial format twirling around on hanging sheets, swinging around on a pole, or utilizing the flat surface of a floor. I could work my magic on just about anything and had so much fun while doing it.
I often used ribbons that I’d drag behind me on stage or long, delicate strips of lace tied around my head like a headband. Sometimes I use other props like a fancy, purple velvet hat with a colorful feather plume attached to the brim that I’d toss in the air and catch with my toes while in a handstand position. I once created an entire dance using that crazy hat as the focal point of the performance. I passed the hat from hand-to-hand and foot-to-foot, even balanced it on my ass at one point but the hat never hit the floor. I kept it constantly in motion for the duration of my act and my body did the same, contorting this way and that with fluid ease and the audience had been spellbound.
Although I enjoyed the routine with the hat, my favorite accessory to use in my dancing was the lace tied around my head and it’s how I ended up with my stage name, Lace. Everyone on the school dance team started calling me Lace after watching one of my performances and the moniker stuck. Lucky for me, the word fit my flamboyant personality.
The other activity I loved doing after long hours of working out was jerking off while my muscles were still warm and loose. I had no spare time for a boyfriend which kept my fist and imagination quite busy.
I opened up my laptop and watched a few porn videos to get my heart pumping then decided to turn the camera on myself for one of my special sessions. I placed a small, digital video camera into a tripod and adjusted it so the viewers would see me do the special poses I was capable of doing with my body. Best part, I’d be naked for this shoot which meant all of me would be on full display.
I’d created a website a while back to share some of my regular dance videos with people interested in performance art. Most were recorded with me wearing a pair of tiny, bikini bottoms or a tight G-string. But for those who wanted to pay to see me do my special shows, I had a private members only option on my site where people could pay to watch the adult performances I did that typically ended with me coming all over myself.
Today I was in the mood to do something more…brazen, maybe even something I’d never done on video before for an audience. I began by going through a variety of balancing poses that morphed into more sensu
al positions I could hold for endless amounts of time. Even I was awed by the contortions I could do with my body— bending and flexing certain muscles and literally folding my spine over in half one way or another to compact myself into the tiniest form possible.
Getting into these positions didn’t hurt at all. It’s more about muscle control and I’d spent unimaginable hours in the gym perfecting my moves to look fluid and effortless. I missed a lot of the visual aspects of my performances when I was in the middle of it unless I could watch a video of it later and a few of my newer moves were a definite must see to get the full impact of what it was I was doing.
I swung my legs up to balance on my hands in an upright stand, then arched my spine backward and stretched my legs out straight to hold a VV-shape with them before I compressed myself down further. With a tip of my head backward, I was able to rest my ass against the back of my head. I can do the same pose in the opposite direction, and basically drop my groin right into my face. Can you imagine the added excitement doing this while naked?
The sensations that came from doing any of these moves without clothing was a special kind of adrenaline rush. It was so completely freeing, and I felt incredibly alive whenever I danced naked. It was as if the clothing restricted the nerves from fully feeling stimulation. If you remove them every nerve ending was able to come to life and breathe. I fucking loved dancing nude for this reason.
A few of the guys on the dance team worked at a local gay strip club on the weekends. I wasn’t into dancing naked for huge crowds, even though it had been suggested to me by more than one person. Sure, I had the moves to pull in a ton of money in tips on the weekends dancing at the club, but I preferred the kinky shows I could do by myself on video and put up on my members only site. I had a few hundred members and the monthly membership fees added up and helped me pay for the additional expenses I incurred each month.
I was already in the zone when I turned on the camera today and after a few minutes of balancing myself in provocative poses, I was beyond aroused. My cock stood upright like a solid length of pipe even when gravity was against him doing so. I curled myself into a pretzel position and adjusted my hips perfectly to bring my cock well within reach of my mouth, all while balancing on my hands. I stretched out my tongue and collected the bead of pre-come dripping from my slit and shuddered from the pleasure.
I tilted my body to one side and centered my weight over one arm and hand then used my free hand to give my cock a few hard strokes. I went back to standing on both hands again and wrapped my lips around the head of my cock, using my tongue to lick around the crest. My balls were already tight to my body and my entire body was beginning to thrum with an electric current. I was too turned-on to draw out this tease today and I rolled out of my handstand and got off the floor to turn off my camera and reposition it to present a side-view angle of my twin-sized bed. I turned the camera back on and double-checked that I’d be recording the side of the bed, then climbed onto the mattress and scooted up to the headboard to press the back of my thighs against the wood. Once I rolled myself over, the camera would be pointed at my side to capture me from my ribs down to my thighs – directly at the area where all the action would be happening.
A simple, curling roll of my body to lever my legs over my head and drop my knees down onto the mattress beside my ears and I was once again staring at my dick. I could feel the heat radiating from my groin and smell my own arousal. I rocked back and forth to fully stretch out my spine, making the weight now resting on the back of my shoulders comfortable. This was what I called my crab position and I could easily take myself into my own mouth to get off. Quickly. What could I say? I knew what I liked, so it never took long to shoot down my own throat. The other bonus to this crab position was, I had easy access to my hole. Giving myself a blowjob while fingering my hole or using a dildo to fuck it brought on an almost otherworldly orgasm.
I wasn’t taking the time to use a toy today. Maybe my next session, so I licked my fingers instead in preparation to slide them into my hole and play with my prostate. I knew it would bring on a quick end to my playtime but that’s what I needed today— down and dirty. I slurped my thick cock into my mouth and started bobbing my head to completely coat the shaft with saliva while my long fingers eased into my hole. I moaned around my cock from the pleasure rippling through me and opened my legs wider. Knowing that the camera was pointed right at my cock, balls, and stretched hole had me teetering on the brink of release. I was probably less than a minute away from reaching an epic orgasm when the deep voice of someone standing in my bedroom had me rolling quickly off the bed to land with a hard thud on the floor.
“Dude! What the fuck are you doing to yourself?” a guy with the short, dark hair asked.
I scrambled to find something to put on to hide my nakedness and only managed to find a t-shirt to hold in front of my groin.
“Who the hell are you and what the fuck are you doing in my room?” I questioned him as I shut off my video camera.
“I’m supposed to be living here,” he said. “I’m your roommate, Anthony Brickman but you can call me Brick.”
He actually stuck out his hand as if he expected me to shake it even knowing where my fingers had just been. I stared at his hand in disbelief. “You don’t really want to shake my hand right now. Do you?” I asked.
“Jesus, no,” Brick said. He quickly yanked his hand back and shook his head. “I don’t know why I just shoved my hand out. I guess from habit for when you meet someone new. I won’t ask what you were doing to yourself either, although I’m honestly curious as hell.”
“I believe you already asked me that question when you burst in here,” I scoffed and finally found a pair of boxer briefs to pull on to hide my dick. “By the way, you could have knocked.”
“Knocking didn’t feel necessary since half of this room is mine,” Brick argued. “I guess we’ll have to come up with a signal, like a sock hanging on the door or something.”
“You’re almost two weeks late to school,” I grumbled and pulled a clean shirt out of my dresser. “I thought I had the room to myself for the semester.”
“Surprise! I showed up,” Brick said, “and I’m late because my grandpa was dying and the school agreed to let me miss a few weeks while that happened and then we had his funeral late last week, so I’m here now.”
“I’m sorry to hear about your grandpa, man.”
Brick shrugged one shoulder. “He had a good life and was old. Ninety-two when he passed,” he said.
“Where’s all your shit?” I asked Brick.
“Oh, out in the hall,” Brick answered. “I left it all there while I assessed the situation in here first.”
“Well, bring it in,” I said, “and by the way, my name is Carter Bellows but everyone calls me Lace.”
“It’s nice to meet you… Lace,” he said and grinned. “I’ll offer you a wave instead of a handshake.”
“Good choice,” I joked. I stepped into our tiny bathroom that consisted of nothing more than a toilet, a sink, and a mirror above. We had to use the communal bathroom down the hall to shower. I washed my hands while Brick began hauling in his belongings and walked back out to pull on a pair of cargo shorts and flip-flops.
I removed the few things I had stored on his side of the room and got all my shit back onto my own side again then grabbed my room key from the desk and shoved it into my pocket.
“I’m going to go take off for a bit while you settle in,” I announced. “You need anything to eat?”
“A turkey sub or any kind of sandwich would be great,” Brick answered. “If you don’t mind grabbing me something.” He reached into his pocket and pulled a ten-dollar bill from his wallet to hand it to me.
I waved off his money and walked to the door. “This one will be on me,” I stated and stepped out into the hall. Great way to meet my MIA roommate and leave a lasting impression but he seemed pretty cool about what he’d walked in on. Maybe he’d be an okay roomie after a
ll.
I made myself scarce while Brick unpacked his stuff in our room. Plus, I was honestly blue balling since he’d interrupted my happy ending and needed to find a place to deal with that issue as well. I wasn’t usually such a horn dog but when I was seconds away from detonation and then suddenly had to put on the brakes, I was likely to feel a little desperate like I was right now.
I slipped into the large bathroom that had a line of showers on the left side of the room, a cluster of bathroom stalls in the middle, and a row of sinks and mirrors on the right walls. I found an empty bathroom stall, unzipped and got ready to relieve the ache in my balls. I spit in my palm and started stroking. It took all of about three minutes to reach the finish line. I shot my load into the toilet and then flushed before anyone else came into the bathroom. In under five minutes I left the room feeling less tense, I had cleaned up, and was on my way to the cafeteria to get something to eat.
Chapter Two
I ordered a “to go” sandwich for Brick and grabbed myself a salad with grilled chicken on top then found an empty table to sit and eat. I wanted to give Brick a good couple of hours to unpack before I returned to our room. I also needed some time to wrap my brain around the fact that my new roommate was standing in the middle of my room and watching something no one else had ever seen me do. I’d done similar things for my members only site, but I’d never gone that far on video. Maybe Brick would drop it and never mention what he’d seen me doing ever again. We could simply get back to life as if nothing happened.
It would be cool if it went down like that, but I wasn’t typically that lucky. I suspected Brick would have something to say or at least throw questions at me about what he’d seen. It was a given. I only hoped he didn’t have a serious problem with what he’d seen me doing or the fact I was gay because then I’d have a big issue having him as a roommate.
