Dancer Brad - Chapter 1
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Brad woke up in the usual way, not knowing where the hell he was. Sometimes he remembered the night and what happened -- sometimes the liquor did its trick and he didn't remember much of anything...including the trick he was usually sleeping next to.
It wasn't all that bad, tips from dancing paid the bills, not to mention dancing and weights kept Brad in top shape, his 6 foot 190 pound frame of flawless, smooth muscles kept all the guys coming back for more. Playing football and baseball all through high school had given him all the physical tools to build upon.
But the big money was in the overnights, and Brad had his pick of guys. Since he wouldn't start drinking until after the deal was struck, he knew the guy next to him in bed would be a stud. Whether he was a stud in bed or not was another story, but a physical hunk would keep Brad interested long into the night, and long into their wallet!
"Mmmmm," the guy next to him hugged Brad tight, the man's massively, muscled arm draped over Brad's side. Brad remembered it was Greg, the man who had been sitting in the front row during his last show, gave Brad a "come hither" bob of his head, and when Brad did, stuffed a $100 bill into the front of his jock strap -- and had made sure Brad knew just how much it was.
On a typical Saturday night with two shows at the Hardly On Gentleman's Club, Brad could make a couple hundred bucks in tips, mainly singles, but hey, they all added up. But Brad also got a small cut of each night's drink haul, negotiated by Brad after working there a year and realizing the guys were coming back (and spending) for him! At 22 years old he had been dancing right out of high school, the early times tough, longer hours and working the slower shifts. Now that he had perfected his body, his routine and his seduction of the men around him, he had the prime spots on the busiest evening. He knew it, the Club knew it, and the men poured in to watch their fantasy man strut his stuff.
"Good morning stud," Greg continued, kissing Brad's shoulders, Greg's scruff feeling good on Brad's skin. Brad turned to his gentleman, "Good morning to you too you beautiful fuck," he smiled, the guys always wanting to hear how handsome they were AND how sexy they were, all in one sentence. "Thanks for a great night, but it's after 8 and I have to go." Brad turned and sat up, wiping the sleep from his eyes, then just waited with his legs draped over the side of the bed. Would Greg continue their party or did he have to leave?
Greg took the bait, the man now getting on his knees, pressing his perfect, hairy chest to Brad's back, the heat of Greg's body so intoxicating to the boy, engulfing Brad's chest from behind in two hard, strong arms. "It's Sunday and unless one of us has to go to church - and I don't - why not stay the rest of the morning and I'll double what I gave you last night." Brad moaned as Greg's kisses on the nape of his neck felt divine. This was his favorite - more cash in hand AND have a real stud give you pleasure all at once.
"How can I pass up a sexy fuck like you," Brad continued. "Just let me clean up and freshen up a bit," Brad turned and stuffed his tongue down Greg's throat, "then I'll come back and FUCKING DEVOUR you again. Oh, and you know I hate to talk business right now, but if you can have the money on the nightstand when I get back, then I won't be worried about it at all, and I'll have my mind, ass and mouth solely on and around your body parts - SLUT!"
Greg just salivated as Brad walked toward the bathroom, a perfect ass the last thing he saw before Brad closed the door. Greg just shook his head and reached for his wallet. "Fucker knows just how to play me, but fuck he's gorgeous and can fuck like no other." Brad put another ten 100 dollar bills on the nightstand, then just laid back with his arms over his head, his eyes closed, his 6 foot 2, 230 lb muscle frame completely relaxed in the moment. All he could hear from the bathroom was running water and flushes, and laying there, his nearly 8 inch cock started to bone up.
For Greg it was a blink, the horny, handsome, 38 --year old having dozed off, only to be woken up 15 minutes later by a sweet-smelling boy with his tongue licking his right arm pit. "Ohhhhhh fuck boy, yeah," Greg moaned, putting his hand behind Brad's head and shoving his face into his trimmed pit, "lick your daddy good, uuuuggghhh."
Brad moved down to Greg's nipple, and with his right hand finding Greg's leaking rod under the covers, he licked his right teat and then bit it hard.
"FUUUUUUCK!" Greg screamed, "take it easy whore, you want me to bleed?" Brad just looked at this man he had mesmerized in his grip, gave him a sly smirk and said, "you didn't want me to take it easy on you last night when you fucked me for hours straight...DADDY." Brad continued to lick Greg's nipple and now moved the covers away and was quickly twisting his fist up and down Greg's dick, slowly moving over its wet head, torturing his man with every stroke.
"Ohhhh fuck, fuck, mmmmmmm" was all Greg could get out as Brad shoved his tongue down his trick's throat, the leaking getting stronger out of Greg's cock, the smell from both men so exhilarating to each other. Brad kissed down Greg's neck, down his chest, and then quickly maneuvered so that his ass was in Greg's face and Greg's cock was in front of his own. Brad continued to stroke Greg's dick. "What do you want YOUR boy to do," Brad teased him.
"Suck my cock, suck my cock, suck mmmmmmm" as Brad pushed his ass crack into Greg's face, Greg's muffled moans sheer pleasure for the boy, who now wiggled his muscle cheeks all around.
"Stick your fucking tongue up there," Brad ordered, knowing that, even though Greg was paying and had proven to be an aggressive fuck, the man also enjoyed taking orders from him. And with that Brad took Greg's dick down to the balls in one gulp.
"Mmmmm...mmmmm...oooooohhhhhh...fuck, fuck" Greg let out almost breathlessly, the expert deep throating driving him off Brad's hole and forcing Greg's head back in ecstasy. Up and down Brad moved on the perfect dick, playing with the head, licking the precum onto his lips, then shoving the whole cock down to the back of his throat in one swift movement. "God your crotch smells so FUCKING good," the boy said as he took a deep breath and continued the assault on Greg's tool.
Greg was hyperventilating, getting close to shooting his first load of the morning. But Brad would have none of this. "Did I tell you to take your tongue out of my ass? It's been cleaned up just for you. Now SHOVE that fucking tongue back in there or I'll press my ass down so hard you'll have trouble breathing."
Brad couldn't see the smirk break out on his trick's face, and instead, Greg, almost in a trance from the oral stimulation, shoved two fingers in his mouth which was now full of saliva, and shoved them violently up Brad's hole. "Ohhhhh GODDDDDD," Brad screamed, wiggling his perfect ass on the digits, willing them to stimulate his hole.
Just then, Brad turned around, took Greg's hand in his own, and shoved the fingers that were just up his ass into his own mouth. "Fuck, you're a sick fuck," Greg said, but just as he finished, Brad removed the fingers from his mouth, now slick with his boy saliva, and stuck them in Greg's mouth. "WE'RE a couple of sick fucks!" Brad reminded him, taking Greg's digits out of the man's own mouth and kissing him violently.
"If you don't fuck me soon I don't know what I'll do," Brad exclaimed. "Put your fucking hands behind your head and just lie there," Brad commanded. Greg obeyed and smiled as Brad lubed up Greg's beauty as well as his own hole. Brad just teased for a bit, the silicone lubed dick gliding in his hand, Greg breathing harder and starting to sweat. "You're sweating from your pits and I haven't even started, you beautiful FUCK," Brad's eyes locked on Greg's while his hand continued the tortuous hand job, pressing his nose to the man's underarm and taking a big whiff of stud scent.
"Oooohhhhh yeah....ooohhhhh my god, get that dick nice and ready, I'm going to fuck you so good baby boy," Greg said through moans and groans. All of sudden Brad stopped the hand job, poured some lube on his left hand, and shoved two fingers up his own ass. "Gonna loosen myself up good for this dick," Brad said, now returning his right hand to Greg's cock, his left hand violently poking his own hole at the same time, his digits pounding his spot and causing his dick to leak precum in a steady stream.
"mmmmm...mmmmMMM...MMMMMM" Brad's moans got louder and louder as sweat began to form on his forehead, his fingers digging into his prostrate exactly where he expertly needed to hit it.
"Oh no, you beautiful FUCK" Greg exclaimed, now moving quickly to remove Brad from the pleasure he was giving himself and pushing the boy onto his stomach. "That ass is mine." And with his well-lubed cock he pressed his weight onto the boy's back and shoved his dick into Brad's waiting hole. Slowly Greg speared his whore with his rod, enjoying every movement up the boy's tight chute. Greg now lying on top of Brad and whispering in his ear,
"You like that dick up your hole boy," Greg's fucking now getting harder and faster. "You like me FUCKING that tight, wet cunt of yours pussy boy, huh? HUH?" Greg rammed the boy harder and harder, turning the boy's head towards him and kissing him violently, their grunts in sync as Greg slammed his cock faster and faster into the dark recesses of his perfect escort.
"Oh god, oh god, right there...riiiiight fucking there..." Brad was delirious, Greg's meat hitting his spot over and over again, muffled cries of ecstasy now coming from the mattress as Greg pounded the boy like their lives depended on it.
"You want my load up that perfect ass boy," Greg hissed into Brad's ear, "ohhhh yeahhh...gonna breed that cunt good," Greg's sweaty hair mingling with Brad's cheek, the boy bucking back into the cock that was impaling him perfectly from behind. "ohhhhh goddddd...ohhhhh GODDDDD" Brad moaned as his own orgasm was approaching as well, the stimulation of the sheet against his wet dick pressed by Greg obliterating his ass from behind was too much from him to hold out much longer.
"Breed me daddy, fucking breed me, ohhhh right there, right fuucccking there, ohhhh godddd, ohhhh godddd, oh MY GODDDDD," Brad's body starting convulsing wildly under Greg as the boy shot a massive load onto the sheet, his body sweating and bucking from the stimulation of cumming with a dick up his ass that was now moving even faster to pound his prostrate.
"That's my boy...uhhhhh...uhhhhhh....take my load," Greg said breathlessly, Brad's hole tightening up around the man as Brad continued to lose it underneath him. "FUUUUUCKKKKKK!" Greg screamed as his ramming subsided and he dumped a huge load into the boy, breathless and sweaty, "uhhhhhh...uhhhhhh" he groaned as 6 shots of daddy cream flooded his boy toy.
Greg withdrew from Brad and rolled onto his back. Brad instinctively rolled over and laid his head on the man's massive, hairy chest, using his fingers to glide up and down his trick's body, the perfect, hairy abs, Brad oh so perfectly kissing Greg's skin where he laid.
"Boy, nobody, and I mean NOBODY takes a fuck like you," Greg said as he tilted his head down and kissed the boy's matted hair. "I've got friends that would love a chance at that ass, maybe even have a party with you." Brad looked up at him, his perfect blue eyes drilling into his man, "Would love to meet your friends. Are they as sexy and muscled up as you stud?" Brad finished and shoved his tongue to the back of Greg's throat, always knowing how to give his tricks the attention they lusted for but would never ask for.
"Yeah, they are," Greg said breathlessly, "but I doubt they can fuck as well as I can...close...but not quite there...yet." Greg continued while kissing Brad's neck, "Why don't you get the water hot and I'll meet you in the shower?" Brad just smiled, got up slowly and sexy and walked into the bathroom, Greg following the boy's ass and every movement, feeling the saliva puddle in the back of his throat again.
Brad made the shower very warm, which steamed up the bathroom quickly. Even though he was just freshly fucked he started cleaning his ass out good, first with one soapy digit, then two. "Ohhhhhh yeah...." Brad moaned, knowing Greg had the stamina and the desire to go another round. The more Brad invaded his own hole, the more his dick stood straight out...he could already see the precum starting to pool at the head.
Just then a cool breeze hit his ass; he knew Greg had joined him. It wasn't long before Greg wrapped his arms around his dark-haired plaything, kissed Brad on the neck, and started tugging on Brad's soapy cock.
"Yeah stud," Brad said, "get me all hot and ready for that perfect dick of yours," Brad now turning his head as their tongues smashed together, Brad's arm up and around the back of Greg's head, guiding his trick's tongue down his throat.
"Let me do that," Greg said, "face the wall and plant your hands flat on the tile, and DON'T FUCKING move them." Brad's dick got a little harder as he assumed the position Greg had ordered. Brad just stood there and enjoyed the heat of the shower, when Greg without warning and without hesitation shoved two of his soapy fingers up Brad's ass. Knowing the boy was opened up, Greg started to ram the digits up there, and smiled as he looked around to see Brad's dick leaking strands of precum down to the tile floor below him.
"THAT'S IT," Brad screamed. Greg would ram his digits in as hard and fast as he could, Brad moaning and losing a bit of control, reaching for his dick with one hand, just to get it slapped away. "DON'T fucking EVER move EITHER hand again," Greg ordered, each emphasized word causing an extra hard thrust into the boy's chute.
"Ugggggh....goddddddd....oh my fucking goddddddd," Greg's fingers hammering the boy into delirium. "Don't FUCKING cum boy, I'm not even close to being done with you," as Greg slowed down his assault on Brad's ass, now slowly pulling his fingers almost all the way out, then slowly pushing and twisting them in again.
Brad's legs were shaking, if anyone could distinguish his sweat from the hot water they would have seen that Brad was absolutely drenched in his own liquid cologne, his breaths becoming shallower and shallower. All of sudden Greg pulled his fingers out, and moved the shower head up and down and cleaned the boy out good.
Greg marveled at this perfect boy, his hands dutifully planted on the wall, his ass arched back just waiting for a cock to fill it. Reaching for his bottle of silicone lube he kept on the shower shelf, Brad didn't have to wait long. Greg smeared the lube on his dick, lined up his rod, and violently rammed it into Brad's hole, holding onto the boy's shoulders for the leverage he needed to pound the boy's ass into submission.
"Aaaaagggghh, that ass is still so FUCKING TIGHT AND WET! This won't take long stud!" And with that, Greg started pounding Brad's ass like it was the last fuck he'd ever get. "Keep those palms flat you FUCKING WHORE!" Greg yelled out to Brad. This wasn't a problem as Greg's pounding was forcing Brad to almost eat the tile. But nothing mattered to Greg now then to get off, and so he moved his hands to Brad's hips and really went to town on the boy's ass, short powerful strokes obliterating the boy's hole, pounding his prostrate fast and regularly.
Brad was delirious now, his spot getting pummeled non-stop, Brad not being able to catch his breath. "Ohhhh goddddddd...fuck...me...Fuck...Me...FUCK MEEEEEEE" and with that Brad's dick erupted, every thrust from Greg another splat of cum on the wall, Brad being held up by Greg's hands on his hips and his cock locked into his hole.
And just like that, Brad's orgasm squeezed his ass tight on Greg's dick, who was now screaming from his own orgasm, what seemed like a gallon of cum up the boy's chute, Greg hugging the boy's back as his mind and body came back down to the shower from wherever they just were.
"That felt...pretty good," Brad mused sarcastically as Greg continued to try to catch his breath. Greg looked at the boy as they busted up laughing, Brad reaching around to the back to Greg's head and smashing their lips together, Greg moving them under the spray as they continued to grope each other under the steam shower.
As Brad got dressed to leave, Greg said "you really are one of the best fucks I've ever had. My friends are really going to want to meet you." Brad looked Greg's way with a big smile, "well, it's one thing to get a nice tip from a hot stud while I'm shaking this perfect ass, it's another to meet a stranger. Not sure that's gonna work."
Brad thought for a moment, not wanting to dismiss a potentially very lucrative connection. "Unless we figure out a way for them to identify themselves from you to me, so I know it's all good to go. Plus I don't expect them to be as studly as you," the boy said as he moved into Greg's waiting arms, "just close."
Greg laughed, "you love buttering me up," he said as he squeezed the boy's ass and kissed his soft lips. "I got one buddy, Rich - he's a huge muscle dude, successful software salesman. He'll eat you alive. He's got the biggest dick I've ever seen, and you're definitely his type."
Brad smiled at his latest sugar daddy, and grabbed the man's package. "Yeah," he said as he rubbed the cock he was palming behind Greg's pant fabric back to its raging hard state, "but does he know how to use it?" Greg just smiled, "ha, probably not as good as me, but you'll get a good pounding, make some nice coin, and have another satisfied customer. Give me a code name for him to use so you know the guy calling is from me."
Brad thought for a second, then said, "ask them to tell me that `Samson' referred them to me, then I'll know it's legit and a possible meet. Don't promise anything, I can't always commit," Brad continued to rub the man's dick hard, the fabric getting slightly sticky already. "But I'd commit to seeing you again if you have the stamina, HA!" Brad planted a hard kiss on Greg, as the sound of a pant zipper coming down could be heard.
The next minute, all Greg could do was shout a silent scream as his head rolled back and the boy took his 8 inch tool down to the root.
"Uggggh...ugggh, ok...ok...I'll tell hiiiiiiiimmmmmm..."
Brad's fun with new guy Rick continues in Chapter 2. Feedback appreciated.