Our Sons First College Apartment

Our Sons First College Apartment: Chapter 7: The Golden Cages

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Again, apologies for the delay. Writing two stories at the same time about the same characters that take place three months apart was overly optimistic.

If you're interested in Jake and Eric and Aaron and Brandon's summer weekend in Vegas for Jake's and Eric's father's bachelor party, check out, "Our Sons Plan Our Bachelor Party" in the Adult Friends section.

Unfortunately, Leo and Brett were not a long for the ride for that one - or this particular chapter.

Please let me know what you think. I am at markmanscooter@yahoo.com

Chapter 7: The Golden Cages

Part 1: Employee Entry

"Great! You guys are here. Good to see you again. How are your dads?" Dixon said when Jake and Eric reported for their shift as replacement Go-Go Boys at Cell Block 13, the dance club where Brandon bartended. Dixon had started at the club as a Go-Go Boy, dancing in the same golden cages several years ago and had worked his way up to manager.

"They're good. We'll tell 'em you said, 'hey'." Jake said. Eric just nodded. He still didn't completely understand how their fathers had become so close to him, but he suspected that he didn't want to know more and he was good at compartmentalizing. "I can show Eric where the green room is." Jake added, he felt cool about being here a second time, making him seem like a veteran.

"Hey Aaron." Dixon said. "I assume you're their ride." Aaron smiled and nodded. "Nice. Thanks, Man."

"I was probably gonna end up here tonight anyway." Aaron said, shrugging as he smirked. He came to Cell Block at least once a week, but just to hang out at the end of the bar where his boyfriend was working on slower weeknights. He used to come here with friends his freshman year, when he was going through his slutty, party boy phase, enjoying the freedoms of being away from home in the big city after he first got to college. The enjoyment of this scene, and its clientele, quickly wore off for him, though. He'd never been a fan of clubby music and the deafening drone of thumping extended remixes and EDM were his least favorite part. He'd gotten good at tuning it out as white noise when he visited Brandon. He still enjoyed the crazy light show that glittered around the huge room. The ceiling that was covered with dozens of variously-sized mirror balls, all hanging at different lengths like giant snowflakes, or raindrops, or tears.

I still don't know why I can't talk you into doing this." Dixon said. Aaron smiled and just rolled his eyes. "You can just go down with them. You're like family here. They might need help with the DJ and you're good at that." He added. "Thanks a lot for helping out, guys. I hope you enjoy it."

"I hope I make a lot of cash." Eric said, feeling compelled to make it clear he was not here to enjoy dancing at all, and definitely not to be dancing in a place where guys would be ogling and lusting after him.

"If you play your cards right out there, you'll do great." Dixon said. "There'll be a lot of older alumni here tonight and you're...gonna be their type."

"Yeah, that's what Brando told me." Eric said. "Whatever works."

"What about me?" Jake said, a little too much like an eight-year-old feeling left out of a compliment. Aaron rolled his eyes again, but only Dixon noticed.

"You'll do fine. You're everyone's type." Dixon said. Jake smiled, but Dixon had gone back to sorting through a stack of spreadsheets on his desk.

"C'mon. I'll show you where to get ready." Jake said, and he grabbed Eric by the bicep and guided him to the door.

--

"You can use any locker." Jake said to Eric when they got into the locker room style green room in the basement.

"Hey Boys!" A flamboyant guy yelled as he approached them waving his arms around and skittering across the bare concrete floor in a manner that suddenly made everyone feel as though they were behind schedule.

"This is Jordan. He's in charge of the dancers." Aaron said in way that clearly conveyed his indifference. "You didn't get tickets to the concert? I thought, for sure, you'd be a diehard Swiftie."

"Fuck Taylor Swift!" Jordan said. "She can't dance, she can't sing. I could put that show on better than she could!"

Aaron smiled. At least they had hating on Taylor Swift in common. Eric rolled his eyes. Jake scowled, mostly at Jordan's delivery. He didn't care about Taylor Swift one way or the other.

"What are you wearing?" Jordan asked, without even introducing himself or thanking them for filling in for the absent dancers on short notice. "You did this before, right?" Jordan said, staring at Jake and looking his body up and down. "I recognize you. Was it the big masquerade ball party last spring?"

"Yeah." Jake said, not elaborating.

"You wore the devil costume, right?" Jordan said. Jake nodded, suddenly more impressed with his memory. He was flattered that he'd obviously made such a strong impression. "You wanna wear it again? I'll grab it."

"Uh...sure." Jake said. He hadn't given his outfit any thought. He knew they had a variety of options here in the basement and assumed he'd figure something out. He liked the idea of being devilish, even if it meant wearing the butt plug tail again.

"What about you, Honey?" Jordan asked Eric.

"Uh...Brandon told me to wear my wrestling singlet." Eric said.

"He did, did he?" Jordan said. "Well, around here, we do whatever that gorgeous man tells us to do!"

Aaron furrowed his brow. Jordon intentionally didn't make eye contact. Aaron knew everyone thought Brandon was a sexy god here. He mostly took pride in that and assumed it also meant most of the staff were too intimidated to think he was worth flirting with, but all of the staff were fit and good looking so that only went so far. Jordan was 5'-9" with a very toned body and six pack. He had short, blonde hair that was nearly shaved on the sides and perfectly styled on top. He was more attractive before he opened his mouth and he claimed to be 29, but according to Brandon, had been 29 since he'd started bartending two years ago. He annoyed Brandon, so Aaron mostly just found him amusing.

"Here, wear this one instead. It'd be better not to wear the University logo here. It's gotten us into trouble before. Plus, this one is skimpier." Jordan said. "Go ahead. Try it on."

"Right here?" Eric said. "Now?"

"Honey, you're on in twenty minutes. Chop chop!"

Eric stood at his locker and stripped down to his white Calvins. Jordan looked at his body like it was a menu.

"Good lord jesus! Look at that all that fur!" Jordan said and fanned his face with his right hand. Eric scowled again. He'd known what he was getting himself into but hadn't actually taken the time to imagine it.

"Brandon told me to wear a jock." Eric said as if asking permission.

"That Brandon is a motherfucking genius." Jordan said. Aaron snorted a laugh and then stifled it.

Eric pulled the jock out of his gym bag and held it. He looked at Jordan as if to ask, 'are you really gonna stare at me while I change?' Then he realized the answer was, 'yes.' He shook his head and pulled down his briefs and put them in his bag. He jostled his junk a little. Jordan inhaled sharply when he saw Eric's exposed manhood.

"Oh, My." Jordan said and held his fanning hand to his mouth. Eric turned away, unintentionally showing off his meaty, round ass, covered in dark fur. He bent down to step into the jockstrap.

Aaron watched Jordan watch Eric and felt both amusement and camaraderie. He remembered the feeling of watching Eric undress in the high school locker room in front of him for years. He was always respectful, but he never tired of it.

Eric pulled the jock on, ran his fingers around the bubble of his glutes to untwist the leg straps, and then reached in to straighten out his flaccid dick down in the elastic basket. He turned back to face Jordan to grab the alternate singlet from him.

"Well...that pouch is getting a workout tonight with those." Jordan said, referring to size of Eric's balls. His pouch was so full that it had pulled away from his thighs slightly, allowing some of his dark, dense, bush to escape out each side.

Eric's annoyance was temporarily interrupted by his pride in his generous tanks. He held out his hand and waved it in an attempt to break Jordan from his trance and grab the singlet.

"Oh, yes. Here. Let's see you in this." Jordan said, handing him the singlet.

Eric stepped into it like he'd done a thousand times over the years. The cut of this singlet was different - more revealing. It felt slightly unnatural on him, but he adjusted the shoulder straps and tugged down on the leg openings and stood up as if modeling it. It was a silvery gray color and shiny with white piping around all of the openings. It was not a comfortable fabric like his regulation uniform. He looked in the full-length mirror and felt more self-conscious. The fabric made everything more visible and pronounced and the color was a stark contrast to his olive skin and hairy body. The cut showed off his bulky pecs and lats though and his arms looked amazing.

Jordan looked him up and down, with his right hip cocked out to one side. Then he reached down to Eric's legs and tugged the fabric up a bit on each side so that it maximized his bulge. Eric flinched at being handled even though as a wrestler, he was used to being touched by guys - just not guys with obvious boners.

"There. That's better." Jordan said. "Now turn around." Eric turned to show them his backside. The fabric was riding up into his bitt crack, giving each glute definition. "Perfect: you can totally still see the straps through." Eric blushed. He looked at Aaron for approval. Aaron raised his eyebrows and nodded. "You need some lube for that tail?" Jordan asked Jake who had already stripped down and changed into the red satin booty shorts over a G-string and a skimpy red satin vest. He was holding the horns and tail in his hands.

"Lube?" Eric asked.

"Yup." Jake said and then squirted out a handful and slathered the cone-shaped, black butt plug st the end of the tail and then reached back behind him to slide his hand into his crack. Eric's eyes got wide. Jake made a face as his fingers entered his asshole. Then he squirted out another handful and repeated the action. Then he reached the devil tail around and Eric watched him insert it into his hole. Jake grunted and twisted his hand, working it around to be comfortable.

"There." Jake said. "It's in. How's it look?"

Eric looked both horrified and impressed. "I can't believe you just did that! Doesn't it hurt?"

"A little going in, but now it's fine. After a while, I won't even notice it. It's like sunglasses on your head."

Eric was certain it was not anything like sunglasses. "I gotta admit, it looks pretty sweet though."

"It certainly does." Jordan said, but he was referring to Jake's round, bubble butt. The tail was just in the way.

Jake shook his ass a little, making the tail swing back and forth. Eric and Aaron laughed. "If you're gonna admire my ass, you better be putting a dollar in my waistband."

"Oh, Honey, the free view in the green room is just one of the many perks of working here."

--

Part 2: Playlist

"These are two of the temp dancers for tonight." Aaron said to a tall, thin guy with straight, long hair, cut bluntly just past his shoulders. He was obviously a natural brunette, but his hair had been expertly dyed platinum blonde, except for the bottom two inches that had been left his natural dark color - an apparent homage to the singer Bondie. He was wearing a short black tee shirt that exposed his slender, hairless midriff and white satin pants that flared out wide at his feet and completely covered his bulky Doc Martin shoes. "Guys: this is Dylan. He's the DJ. He's cool." Aaron said. He loved Dylan. He was smart and funny and had far more expansive and eclectic taste in music than one would have expected, playing at a club like this. He remixed music from all sorts of genres and eras and it was a big part of the club's appeal.

"Hey." Both Jake and Eric said at the same time.

"So, what are your solo songs?" Dylan asked.

Both Jake and Eric looked at him blankly. Dylan realized as temporary dancers, they wouldn't know the drill.

"Every dancer starts out with one solo dance at the beginning of each shift." Dylan said. "When the other dancers just sit in their cage and the spotlight is only on you."

"A shift is every two hours. From 8:00-10:00, 10:00-12:00, and 12:00-2:00 when they close." Aaron said.

"We have to dance by ourselves?" Eric said, suddenly nervous about performing. He thought he was just there to be background eye candy.

"Yeah. So you get to pick the songs you wanna dance to...so it's personal." Dylan said.

"Like...anything?" Eric said. "I don't really like EDM and don't even know any club music."

"Yeah, anything." Dylan said. "I can mix anything - tweak the speed, add clubby beats...you know - like every remix."

"He's really good." Aaron added, smiling.

"What do you listen to?" Dylan asked. "Who do you like?"

"Chris Stapleton. Sturgill Simpson. Eric Church. Tyler Childers." Eric said.

"Ok, everything except country." Dylan said. "Fuck. I'd get fired if I played fucking country music in here."

"I bet you could figure out how make it sound awesome." Aaron said. "Those guys are all great."

"True. But I'm not trying that out on a night like tonight." Dylan said and then turned back to Eric. "What else you got? What do your mom and dad like? It's a big year for the twenty-year reunion and the twenty-five, so we need a lot of old-school shit tonight - like from the '90s...or even before."

Eric thought about it for a minute. "Since we're in a cage, how about, 'Welcome To The Jungle'? Who sings that?"

"Guns & Roses." Dylan said. "That's perfect. I can work with that. "What else? I need a couple more options."

"Since I'll be wearing a singlet like I'm representing a school, what about that Alice Cooper song, 'School's Out For Summer'?"

"I see where you're going with that, but I made a club remix of that already. We play it at the end of finals every semester. I wanna just keep that one a tradition." Dylan said.

"My dad loves the Stones." Eric said. "I like that song, 'Slave'. Do you know that one?"

"Love that song. Fits the cage theme too. It's a weird tempo for the dance floor. I'll see what I can do. What else?"

Eric was stumped. He loved music but he felt like he couldn't picture any of the music he liked remixed as thumping dance floor bangers. "Aaron, you know everything about music. Help me out here." Aaron was a music junkie - of every style and era - from Miles Davis to Dr. Dre to Billie Holliday to Led Zeppelin to Chaka Khan. He was flattered. He'd actually made many suggestions to Dylan that had ended up on the dance floor after Dylan had put them through his own brand of remix blender. They had bonded over it.

"Yeah. Great idea. You're awesome at this and you've known these guys forever, right?" Dylan said to Aaron.

"Um. Ok. Sure." Aaron said. He was excited inside. "Lana's gonna be here, right?" Eric smiled and nodded. "Eric's girlfriend." Aaron added to Dylan. Dylan's expression flashed a look of surprise - that Aaron had recruited a straight guy willing to dance - and disappointment - at learning he'd have no shot with this muscular, hairy stud with the curly hair and cute face. Aaron read his expressions and smiled to himself. "You need something funky. Something that's gonna help you get into it and move your hips and feel sexy out there." Aaron continued.

"Sexy?" Eric said.

"Fuck, yeah, Bro." Aaron said. "You're selling yourself out there. If you wanna take in the cash, you gotta be sexy. And to be sexy, you gotta feel it. He needs funk." Aaron looked at Dylan for confirmation as if they were stylists trying to fit him with clothes.

"One hundred percent." Dylan said.

"Ok...so, what about some Prince?" Aaron proposed.

"Yeah. Prince is cool. My dad loves Prince. He used to play him all the time when I was growing up. He's dead though right?" Aaron and Dylan just looked at each other. "What about, 'Darlin' Nikki'? That's sexy as fuck." Eric said.

"Awesome song." Dylan said. "Great if you're a stripper. But the wrong tempo for the dance floor and it sounds like shit when you speed it up. Believe me, I've tried."

"What about, 'Sexy Motherfucker?" Aaron proposed. "Or, 'Get Off'?"

"Ah. Those are perfect." Dylan said. "Get Off is easier to mix I think and the crowd will love it. Any others?"

"How about, 'Everybody's Got Their Something' by Nikka Costa?" Aaron asked. "Or some old Mark Ronson...like, 'Here Comes the Fuzz?"

"Damn, Bro. You're so good at this!" Dylan said. Aaron smiled.

"I don't know those, but I trust you, A." Eric said.

"Lana and her friends will like it and that will make them dance and that will make you look sexy watching them." Aaron said.

"What about me?" Jake said. "I don't know shit about music."

"It's true." Eric said. Dylan looked at Aaron who also nodded. They all laughed.

"What do your parents listen too?" Dylan asked him the same question. "What did you hear growing up?"

"My mom didn't really listen to music at all and said it was annoying in the house. When my dad was in the car without her, he played the worst fucking shit you've ever heard: The Backstreet Boys, *NSYNC, shit like that." Jake said and then made a fake gagging gesture that made them all laugh.

"He's not lying." Eric said. "It was hard to ride anywhere in their car. I honestly don't know how my dad can stand it."

"Seconded." Aaron said. Dylan looked confused, wondering why it would matter what Eric's dad thought of Jake's dad's taste in music. Aaron noted his expression. "They're married." Dylan's face looked more confused.

"Who is?" Dylan asked.

"Jake's and Eric's dads." Aaron said.

"Wait, what?" Dylan said. "For real?" Aaron nodded. "Wow. Cool."

"Just pick some for me." Jake said to Aaron. "Please." He looked at Dylan. Dylan was not the kind of guy Jake typically noticed. He was definitely not a bro - definitely not someone who would ever pass for straight at a frat party - or ever even be at a frat party. But, there was something about him Jake liked. He was cute in an androgynous way that made Jake think of both boys and girls. He pictured himself behind him pulling on his blonde hair.

"Ok, you need something sort of fun but aggressive and alpha. That's when you're at your...best." Aaron said. He'd wanted to say, 'sexiest', but caught himself before he embarrassed himself in front of Eric. He thought about it for a minute. How about, 'Seven Years' by Everlast. That's a fun '90s party song to get the place going."

"Love that, but doesn't fit the devil theme enough. It's more, shitty neighborhood house party." Dylan said. "Plus, I can tell he doesn't need any help to pull off, 'alpha'." He smiled at Jake. Jake was absolutely the type of guys Dylan noticed.

"Yeah. True." Aaron said. "Can you remix, 'Running with the Devil' by Van Halen?"

"Probably. Nothing subtle about that one." Dylan said.

"Then, go with, 'Tear You Apart', by She Wants Revenge. You'll need stobe lights for that one. It's got that pulsing beat like you're on a subway train in the middle of the night."

"Fuck, that's awesome. I haven't heard that song in years. Dark. Brooding. Very '90s." Dylan said. It was from the oughts but Aaron let it slide. "Got any more?"

"What about, Crystal Method's 'Name of the Game'?" Aaron said. "Too aggressive?"

"No. Cool!" Dylan said. "Perfect to break up the Brittney shit that will be requested."

"Everybody loves some Brittney." Aaron said.

"Everybody definitely does not." Eric said, smirking.

"Cool. We're set." Dylan said. "Hope you guys have fun." He smiled at Jake. Jake smiled back like the devil.

--

Part 3: Show Time

"Ladies and gentlemen....wait, are there any ladies out there tonight? Let's hear from just the ladies." The MC said from the sound booth.

A small but very enthusiastic group of females screamed, "Woooooo!!!"

"Very nice, ladies!" The MC continued. "Now let's hear from the gentlemen in the audience." There was a louder cheer from the lower registers but it didn't match the dramatically imbalanced ratio of males to females in the club. "Ok...so we have very few gentlemen in the audience tonight. Let's hear from all the horny boys!" There was a huge roar instead. It was a nightly tradition. "Please take your hands out of your pants and put them together to welcome tonight's dancing hot boys, the Cell Block Inmates!!" Another roar. "We have some new faces...and new asses out there in the cages tonight! Please welcome out into the northwest cage...straight from Dante's ninth circle of hell...Lucifer himself!" The crowd roared again, and Jake walked through the crowd in a plush white bathrobe, escorted by two bouncers to ensure no one in the crowd got too handsy. Jake was walking tall, loving being the center of attention.

Jake climbed up the six-foot pedestal to the base of the cage and made a dramatic gesture of disrobing and shaking his devil tail at the crowd before climbing through the bars into the golden cage.

The golden cages are like beacons anchoring the four corners of the large main dance floor. They were the size of a large phone booth. There was a narrow stage across the front of the dance floor that was mostly used for the annual beefcake contest where they bring out a parade of amateur buff dudes to face the scrutiny of a packed house full of drunk and horny judgement.

There are three bars: one on each side that run the full length of the dance floor and one in the back behind the sound board where Brandon usually worked. Aaron waved to Brandon from the edge of the dance floor and pointed to Jake's cage. Brandon held his hand up to the next guy in line to be served and turned to watch.

Jake stood frozen in place until he heard the beginning of Dylan's thumping remix of Van Halen's 'Running with the Devil.' Brandon caught Aaron's eye and smiled at his selection. The crowd had no idea how appropriate it was.

Jake heard David Lee Roth scream and started slowly gyrating his hips as the guitar wailed and the remix beats began thumping. His pointed devil tail was poking through a hole in the back of his red satin booty shorts. There was just enough of a gap around the hole that a couple of inches of his ass was exposed, making the crowd thirsty for a little more skin. He'd done this once before and despite what he'd told people in the dorm after, he'd loved every minute of it. He wasn't the least bit nervous. He knew he'd have four minutes of everyone's attention and he was going to make the most of it.

--

"Goddamn!" Aaron yelled over the deafening music to Brandon as he sat at the stool at the end of the back bar, watching the crowd cheer for Jake in the cage as he took the opening spot of the four cage dancers. "He's really into it!" Brandon was watching too as he dried a cocktail shaker. All the guys in line waiting for drinks had turned to watch as well.

Brandon was smirking. "Not surprised he's loving the attention. I don't know why he doesn't just apply for a job here. He was born to do this shit."

"Well, the boy can't really dance." Aaron said.

"He knows what moves his audience wants to see though." Brandon said.

"He doesn't want to threaten his reputation as a potential frat boy." Aaron said.

"You think they'd care?" Brandon asked.

"Probably not, but you never know about the collective mentality of the frat. It's generally less than the sum of its parts." Aaron said. "He's hell-bent on becoming a big man on campus and wants everyone to think he's a player. It's sort of insane."

"If by, 'player', he means, 'plays with his dick a lot'." Brandon smirked. "I can't believe he's wearing that tail."

"You shoulda seen Eric's face when he put it in." Aaron said.

"He's gonna be all ready for somebody tonight." Brandon said.

"Speaking of Brett." Aaron said. He and Brandon were the only ones that knew about Jake's hook up with Brett last semester when Jake visited campus for Eric's tournament.

"What's up with him and Brett, anyway?" Brandon said. "Have they seen each other since that party?"

"Good question." Aaron said. "I haven't seen them together since then."

"Does Eric remember anything?" Brandon asked.

"Nope; he was so hammered." Aaron said. "He doesn't even remember the last keg stand."

"Holy shit!!" Brandon yelled, which made Aaron turn to see what happened. They both watched as Jake was hanging upside down in his cage. His feet were hooked on the top bars on opposite sides of the cage. His legs were spread apart and he was thrusting his impressive bulge out as it was hanging upside down in his satin shorts and he was pretending to whip his own junk with his long red tail.

"Jesus H." Aaron said. Brandon started to laugh.

"He's pulling out all the stops." Brandon said. "He better be careful or he's gonna shoot his whole metaphorical wad early and not be able to keep it up for the whole night."

"Jake's not one to plan very far ahead." Aaron said. "You gotta admit, he's got the crowd...by the tail, so to speak." Brandon rolled his eyes at his boyfriend and finally went back to his next customer.

--

The football player Aaron had recruited had gone second. His name was Keneth. He was a hulking 6'-3" but looked like a scared little kid climbing up into his cage after watching Jake's audacious performance. He was lucky he was hot. The crowd liked his big, beefy football player body. Jordan had him dressed in football shoulder pads and white football pants that were cut off just above the top of the thigh pad inserts and left ragged as if someone had torn the bottoms off. The crisscrossed, drawstring closer at the front was left untied and showed off the wide waistband of a bright blue jockstrap. He had initially protested wearing it until Eric pulled down the front of his singlet to show him that he had one on too. They shrugged to each other as if they were just going to go with the flow and hope it was all over soon.

Dylan started him off with, 'I'm Just Ken' from the Barbie soundtrack, which both the men and the handful of women in the audience found so funny that his lack of performing skill went unnoticed.

Eric was up next. Lana had texted him that she was there with two of her sorority sisters. They were supposed to be at a pledge event at their house, so couldn't stay long but wanted to make an appearance. Leo sent him a screen shot of a Chippendale dancer and three laughing face emojis. He texted: "Wish I could be there to watch the carnage." Eric was relieved Leo hadn't decided to bring his date there instead of their plan to go to a comedy show. Leo was excited he'd gotten half-priced tickets.

"I'm really nervous." Eric said as he stood in the white robe at the back bar next to Aaron waiting for the opening guitar riff of 'Welcome To The Jungle' as his queue.

"Ok, I'm only going to say this, just this one time, because you need to hear it right now - and then I'm going to hope you forget it ever happened after tonight." Aaron said. Eric furrowed his brow, confused. Aaron leaned up to his ear so he wouldn't have to yell this as loudly over the music and the crowd. "You are hot. Very hot. Hot as fuck, actually. Hairy, muscular jocks are like fucking cat nip to these guys. You're who they think about when they're beating off in their beds at night. You're gonna give every guy out there a boner. Now buck up and go out there and act like the tasty snack you are. Go make your girlfriend's panties wet - and make me proud so I don't have to regret just talking about a vagina." Aaron patted him on the shoulder and then kissed his cheek in the non-sexual way a parent kisses their child.

Eric ignored the image of a room full of boners and concentrated on the image of Lana's wet pussy.

"Lana's gonna fuck the shit out of you tonight. Just find her in the audience and dance for her." Aaron added.

Then the music stopped for a brief second of silence and the MC cleared his throat over the loudspeaker. "Ladies and gentlemen...and the rest of you horny fuckers...please welcome to the stage, coming straight off the rubber mats of the wrestling room - and I do mean, 'straight' - and making his Cell Block 13 dancing debut here in the southwest golden cage...give it up for our new favorite Italian stallion otter boy...Wolverine!"

Eric hugged Aaron. "Thank you." Then he hopped up and down like a boxer ready to enter the ring. The rhythmic guitar riff kicked off and Aaron patted his ass like a teammate as the bouncers cleared a path for him.

Eric climbed up the pedestal and opened his robe. The crowd roared when they saw his big gums and the dense, trimmed fur across his rock-hard pecs. Eric climbed up the side of the cage until his shins were on the top bar and he raised his bulky arms to do an impressive, body-builder flex and pose. He was like King Kong on top of the Empire State Building. The crowd cheered even louder. Eric looked over at Jake who had a huge smile on his face. Aaron looked over as well, following Eric's gaze from his back bar stool. He was relieved that Jake was happy for the response Eric was getting and not competitively jealous that the crowd was at least as enthusiastic.

Jake stood in his cage and cupped his hands around his mouth to join in the cheers. He'd gathered the cash that had been left around the base of the cage as he danced.

Aaron smiled as he watched. He never knew exactly how Jake was going to react. He felt like he was always either sadly disappointed or pleasantly surprised. The baseline was uncertainty.

Eric loved the sound of the cheering crowd. The bright lights made the crowd more anonymous. It was just a sea of bodies. It was a little like the cheers from the crowd at a wrestling meet when he wins or scores points against his opponent, but even more invigorating because the cheers were more intense and he had to do so little for them. When he wrestled, he was focused and actively trying to tune out the room. The immediate response to just being himself was intoxicating. He began to play air guitar which under any other circumstances would have looked both douchey and juvenile, but seemed sexy and playful here. He grabbed the cage bars and did pull ups and thrust his hips toward the crowd, resting his ample bulge on one of the cross bars like he was the French Olympic pole vaulter. The pressure under his balls felt good as did the crowd's reaction.

Then he found Lana. She smiled at him and blew him a kiss. Then she stealthily groped her breasts and tossed her hair like an NBA cheerleader. He laughed and smiled and turned around to show the crowd his ass. He shook his hips and clenched his glutes. Then he spread his legs and bent over and looked at her between his thighs, exposing the straps of his jock. He grabbed his balls through his singlet and then wiggled his fingers and waved to her. She laughed.

Eric was suddenly comfortable. Guys slapped their singles and fives and twenties at his feet. He scooped up the bills and smiled as he shoved them down the front of his low-cut singlet. The crowed roared once more as 'Jungle' ended, and the spotlight moved to the remaining empty cage in the opposite corner. Eric stood in the dark feeling anxious to be back in the spotlight.

"Goddamn again." Aaron said, turning to Brandon as soon as the song ended. "Who knew he had that in him?"

"What did you say to him?" Brandon asked.

"Nothing really." Aaron said. "Just good luck."

--

Part 4: The 10:00 PM Shift

(Recommending having your Spotify/Apple Music/YouTube handy to provide a soundtrack as you read)

"Did you just smash with Lana in the bathroom?" Aaron asked Eric. Just before Eric approached, Aaron had seen Lana leaving the back employee corridor where the employee restroom was located next to the janitor closet and the liquor stock room as well as Dixon's office and the loading dock. The dancers can't risk going to the public restrooms; they'd get accosted. Eric looked flustered. "Bro, you still got a boner." Aaron added, smirking.

"Dude. I don't know what to do! She just followed me back there and we went in the stock room." Eric said. "She's so hot for me right now, holy shit...and so we're making out and I'm...you know...ready - and then she goes down on her knees and I pulled this down..." Eric added, putting his thumbs under the shoulder straps of his singlet. "...and she starts...you know...going down on me. I was already so hard. It fuckin' hurt in my jock. Dude, it's kinda hot having everyone cheering for you - like for just how you look. I don't get why girls are always complaining about it. I mean, it feels awesome!" Aaron looked both amused and concerned. Eric sounded a little manic, and he was always calm.

"And?"

"And we're really getting into it for a while and then some bartender...I don't know his name...walks in on us...she's got me like, all the way down; you know what I mean? Like I'm fucking buried in her throat. She's so fucking good at it, Bro. Anyway, she freezes with my dick right in her mouth and I'm just hoping she doesn't pull off because then the dude would just be staring right at it, you know? So anyway, she does pull off; she was freaked out, I guess. Who wouldn't be? And I just grabbed her head and held it in front of me...my...you know..."

"Your stiff, wet, pecker?" Aaron said, smirking.

"Exactly." Eric said. "And she wiggles away and is kinda pissed, which I get...that was rude, but what else could I do, and she stands up and the guy just stares right at it...and he's still holding the door open...and I just move behind her and pull up my clothes. I snapped my fucking nuts with the waistband..."

"Damn. That would taken care of my boner...getting rapped in the nads."

"It sucked. Anyway, she just walks past him and leaves, and I'm...I don't know what...I'm just still standing there freaked out...and he just grabs some box of bottles and leaves too. I readjusted and came out. Lana's gone. Where'd she go?"

"That way." Aaron said, nodding into the crowd. Neither of them could find her on the dance floor. "You can't follow her. You'll get stopped by a million guys out there. She's fine. You're fine."

"I'm not fine." Eric said, looking down at his crotch.

"Your jock hides it. No one will know. It'll go down before your break's over. Think about your grandma or something."

"Dude, gross!" Eric said.

"Exactly."

"Ok, that's working." Eric said.

"She's taking her bra off in front of you." Aaron said.

"STOP!!" Eric laughed. "I'm good now."

"You sure?" Aaron asked, smirking. "You still seem a little plump down there." Eric glanced back down at the bulge in the front of his singlet. He grabbed his junk with his right hand and then shoved his hand down the front of his singlet to adjust himself inside the elastic pouch again.

"Better?" He asked.

"I feel better." Aaron said, smiling.

Eric rolled his eyes and then smiled back. "Asshole."

"Lana can finish you off during the next break and then you won't have this little problem anymore. Use the employee restroom though. It's locks." Aaron said.

"You mean, 'big problem'...and no she won't. She has to leave after my opening dance. She's already late." Eric said.

"That sucks for you." Aaron said. "You'll just have to wait until you get back to her place to get off. Or there are about six hundred guys out there and would be happy to offer." Eric scrunched up his nose. "Speaking of getting off, you better get out there. You're up after this song ends and you wanna be in the cage when it starts; trust me." Aaron said, and patted Eric on the side of his shoulder to send him on his way. He went off into the crowd. He didn't have the bouncer's escort this time. Aaron watched as guys on the dance floor ran their hands down his arms and his back and grabbed his round bubble butt on his way to the pedestal. Aaron leaned over the bar and tapped Brandon on his ass. Brandon turned around. Aaron nodded to the cage as Eric climbed inside. Suddenly the song ended and the lights went dark except for the twinkling of the thousands of tiny sparkles from the dozens of mirror balls hanging from the ceiling. The crowd cheered again.

They heard Prince's high-pitched scream that opens his song, "Get Off" and the spotlight hit Eric in the cage.

The two next bass notes hit hard and Aaron watched as Eric smiled when he realized he recognized the song. He immediately looked over at Aaron and gave him a knowing nod as if you say, 'good call'. He dropped to a squat and thrust his hips toward the crowd to the deep funk beats, making them cheer again. He closed his eyes and jammed to the music with his body as if he were alone in his dorm room.

Then he spotted Lana in the group of people about fifteen feet from the base of his cage. He was apprehensive given that she'd just walked out of the stock room without even turning back to him - but she smiled at him and mouthed, 'love you' and blew him a kiss and then stuck her index finger in her mouth and sucked it in and out.

Eric first felt the exhilaration of knowing she wasn't pissed off. That was immediately followed by a rush of horniness at her gesture of blowing him. It was as though he could still feel her mouth on his cock and blood instantly rushed back to his groin. He was glad he had readjusted. He felt the uncomfortable stretch of his erection as it expanded against the tight elastic pouch. He reached down to cover his crotch with his hand and the crowd cheered again and Lana removed her finger and tossed her head back laughing at him. She smiled and winked. He smiled back and began to really get into the music. He was dancing for her but the horny guys in the audience all believed he was dancing for them.

He spun around, showing off his muscled ass. Then he pulled down his shoulder straps and made a beefcake pose, showing off his giant biceps and taught shoulders and wide lats. The crowd cheered once more and he turned back to face them again, now with his naked, hairy chest and rippled abs exposed. He saw the lust on everyone's face. It was like the rush of a drug. He found Lana in the crowd again and mouthed along with the words, '...let a woman be a woman and a man be man!...Get Off! If you want to, Baby...Here. I. Am."

As he said the words, 'here I am', he shoved his hand down into his singlet, exposing his jockstrap and grabbing his himself by his pouch. He closed his eyes as if in a private moment of ecstasy. The crowd went crazy and paper money began to flood the base of his cage. This was the reaction he always wanted to hear when he won a match. It was never quite this enthusiastic. He opened his eyes and immediately saw Lana with her mouth hanging open with a look of surprise and excitement that bordered on hunger. He removed his hand from his pouch and she could see, even from that distance that he was a lot chubbier behind the elastic. She blew him another kiss.

Eric glanced down and noticed his growing boner looked far more noticeable when only his jock was exposed. He pulled up the front of his singlet again and turned once more to let the crowd focus on his ass. He bent over and then pulled on his jock straps from behind, leaving them completely exposed below the white piping of his leg openings. He let them snap back against his thighs. He was starting to develop a line of slightly darker gray along the center of his ass crack as the intense stage lighting started to make him sweat. His body glistened as if he was oiled up. His nipples were hard. His bulge was tenting, and the shiny Lycra let everyone see it.

He rotated his hips like a snake to the music, dropping down to a squat every time the bass hit hard for the words, 'Get Off.' Each time the crowd cheered and more dollars appeared at his feet. He slowly pulled the back of his singlet down, exposing his furry round ass. The crowd went even more crazy. He lowered his singlet so that it was just at the top of thighs. The straps of his jock were exposed as he turned to the side, showing off the round arc of his bulge as it stretched the pouch. Then he turned the rest of the way to fully face the crowd. He groped his hand over his bulge and then pulled his singlet back up so that the quick view of his pouch was teasing the audience.

The bottom of his cage was covered in green. He dropped to a squat again and scooped up the cash and began to tuck the bills into the exposed elastic waistband of his Bike jock, sticking up above the singlet that was pulled down around his hips.

He saw Lana laugh at him. She briefly slid her hand down the center of her torso and between her legs and then raised her hand and wiggled her fingers at him to wave goodbye. Eric puckered his lips to give her an air kiss. The boys on the dance floor cheered, thinking it was just a flirtatious gesture to the crowd.

Finally the song ended. The crowd roared and the lights went black again. Jake was next and was the final dancer.

--

Jake mostly reprised his previous performance when he and Leo had been asked to fill in as extra dancers at the club's annual black and white masquerade party last spring.

The song started with the propulsive drive of bass guitar and synthesized snare drum. Jake stood with his ass to the crowd and began rotating his hips in a slow, seductive circle, swinging his devil tail back and forth across the floor of his cage as the quietly seductive vocals of Nine Inch Nails, "Closer" slithered over the speaker system. The spotlight went dark and the strobe lights kicked on to the beat as Jake turned around to mouth the words, "Help Me!" The crowd roared as he grabbed his crotch and groped himself. Then he climbed up the bars until he was hanging from one arm. He grabbed his tail with the other hand and held it between his legs like a giant red cock and pretended to Jack it off through the bars. He thrust his pelvis out in time to the beat as Trent Reznor sang, "I want to fuck you like an animal!" The crowd roared and the green bills began to fill the base of his cage.

As the song progressed, Jake mimed blowing himself, using the pointed end of his tail and shoved his hand down the front of his red satin shorts to the lyrics, "I want to feel you from the inside."

Brandon turned to Aaron. "He's outdoing himself up there. Was this your song selection?"

"A last minute change." Aaron said, smiling. He decided not to tell Brandon that he'd suggested the song to Jake during the break and when Jake said he didn't know it, Aaron had replied by singing the chorus into his ear. "You know it. I know you know it. 'I want to fuck you like an animal'." Jake had smiled and just replied, "You always have."

When the song finished Aaron turned back to scrolling on his phone and drinking his fourth tequila and soda. He was alternating between his phone screen and Brandon's amazing round ass.

After the fifth or sixth song, Dixon showed up at the end of the bar to collect cash from the register drawer. He smiled at Aaron. "I just got a request to have to Jake and Eric dance in the private party room after their next break. You think they'd be up for it? The guy's willing to pay a thousand dollars for it. They'd get half."

"No shit?!" Aaron said. "Jake will for sure. I don't know about Eric. But probably. That's a lot of money."

Dix grabbed the dark blue zippered cash bag from Brandon and left through the 'employee only' door.

--

Part 5: The Party Room

"I don't know about this." Eric said to Jake as they stood in the back corridor during the midnight break.

"It'll be fine." Jake said. "It's five hundred fucking dollars!" He was smiling as though it was Christmas.

"Did you do this before?" Eric asked.

"The private party room thing? No." Jake said. "But I'm sure it's the same, just a smaller group." Dixon had filled them in on the party's request for private dancers. It was a bachelor party for a wealthy investment guy. Unlike the bachelor party Jake's and Eric's fathers had, where they both partied together in Las Vegas, this guy's husband-to-be was not along for the ride. Jake suspected they would be rowdy - and horny, but he didn't want to scare Eric off by mentioning it. Dix told them they were just there to dance as entertainment and that the dozen or so guests were still not allowed to touch them. There would be a bouncer in the back of the room to keep things in check.

"I can't believe they're going to leave one of the cages empty out there." Eric said. Dix told them Jordan was going to come out of retirement to fill in as a dancer so there would only be one empty cage for the midnight to bartime shift. "Why didn't he just convince Aaron to do it?"

"He's not hot like we are." Jake said, dismissively.

"Dude. Even I know that's bullshit. He looks just like Tom Holland. That's gotta mean something. It's good enough for Zendaya...Plus, he's...you know." Eric added, referring to Aaron's endowment. He knew the audience. He suspected Jake just didn't want everyone else's bulges to pale by comparison.

"I wonder how drunk these guys are by now?" Jake said, changing the subject.

"Ok, boys." The bouncer said as he approached them outside the party room door. "I'm Grant. I'm here to make sure these guys keep their hands to themselves. Gimme a wave if they cross the line with you."

"Cool. Will do." Eric said, noticeably relieved. He was sweating. His chest was glossy under his layer of fur. They opened the door and walked in. The guys were all in business suits in various stages of making themselves more comfortable. A couple still had their suit jackets on, a handful were still wearing their ties, and the other half were in full-on party mode, with their white dress shirts untucked and their ties either missing or loosely slung around their collars. Jake spotted one guy with his tie around his head and assumed that he must be the groom. They appeared to range in age from late twenties to early forties.

"Strippers!" Several of them yelled when the three of them entered.

"You know the rules, boys." Grant said, sternly.

"One of them yelled, "no touching!"

Another one countered with, "no touching yourselves!" They laughed and someone else said, "too late!" He had one hand down the front of his dress pants. Several others mimed jerking off. One mimed blowing someone by holding his hand in a cylinder in front of his open mouth. Jake smirked. Eric's eyes got wide.

"Ok, start dancing boys!" One of them said. He seemed like the ringleader so was probably the best man. He was handsome and masculine in his late thirties. "You know we picked you two out...-"

"'Cause you were the hottest fuckers out there!" Another one yelled and howled.

"I can't tell which one of 'em is hotter." One said to his buddies.

"I wanna go straight to hell with the devil." One said and grabbed his crotch.

"Look at that fucking otter!" One yelled.

"O-tter! O-tter! O-tter!!" Several of them chanted.

"Hey, Otter Boy!" The groom yelled. "How hairy is your ass?" Eric looked shocked. He turned to Jake.

"So fucking hairy." Jake yelled back.

"You've seen it?!" One yelled. Jake was very tempted to yell back, 'we're brothers', but thought that might send them into a Pornhub category frenzy.

"Saw it in the green room when he put on his jockstrap." Jake yelled back and raised his eyebrows and nodded as if to give the crowd his approval. The guys cheered. Eric furrowed his brow. Jake leaned in and whispered, "they love you. Just go with it."

"Look! They're gonna make out!" One yelled.

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" They all began to chant. Eric looked panicked again and instinctively turned around so that his back was to Jake and there was no chance they could kiss. He thought that would be the end of it.

Jake squatted down behind Eric and grabbed his bubble ass through his singlet and dramatically planted a kiss on Eric's right cheek through the fabric. The guys cheered. Eric stepped forward and Jake stood up and grabbed Eric by the shoulders and whispered in his ear again. "We're here to put on a show. Just go with it. Trust me."

Eric was not in the habit of trusting Jake.

"Dance for us! C'mon!!" The best man yelled.

"Dance! Dance! Dance! Dance!!" The guys chanted.

Jake and Eric looked at each other. There was no music. They looked at Grant in the back of the room and he held his hand up as if to indicate he had the situation under control. He walked over to a stack of black electronics in a cabinet in the corner. He bent down, exposing a pair of orange Under Armor boxer briefs above his black uniform pants. One of the guys bent down and slid their finger under the waistband. Grant spun around and had him in a headlock in two seconds. The guy threw up his hands in surrender and started apologizing profusely. "You touch anybody again and you'll be in the parking lot. Got it?!" The guy just nodded and backed away.

Grant pressed some more buttons and some EDM music that neither Jake nor Eric recognized began to thump. Eric was still frozen. Jake looked directly at the groom and began to thrust his hips to the beat. The guys cheered and all started watching.

Jake got behind Eric and grabbed him by the hips and started to sway together to the beat. It worked for Eric who was jolted from his trance and started to dance again. It worked for the party guys as well since it looked like Jake was grinding against Eric's ass.

Eric leaned his head back against Jake's shoulder. The gesture looked sexy, but Eric simply wanted to whisper something to Jake. "Do not get a fucking boner."

Jake laughed and smiled, and he reached around and stuck his hand down the front of Eric's singlet. He leaned forward and whispered, "I won't if you won't." Eric instinctively pulled forward, dislodging Jake's hand from his uniform and turned around so that they were facing each other dancing.

Jake unzipped his red, satin booty shorts and turned so that his ass was facing the crowd. He slowly lowered the shorts until he was showing off the top couple inches of his pale ass crack. He rotated his hips. The guys cheered. Then he bent over and reached one hand through his legs and tapped on the spot where his pucker would be through the fabric. the guys cheered again. Then he stood back up, pulling his shorts back up with him. The guys all moaned in complaint. Jake turned around and smiled his devilish grin at them while he brought his arms up over his head to flex his biceps and show them his sweaty blonde armpits. Then he looked at Eric as if passing the dance baton.

Eric closed his eyes and pictured dancing for Lana in her bedroom. He lifted his arms and flexed his bulky biceps. The guys whistled and hollered. Eric smiled and opened his eyes. The room was dark which helped him to just concentrate on the positive reinforcement.

"I want that hairy fucker!" One guy yelled. Eric smiled which made them even happier. He moved to the music and then turned around and flexed each glute, making his ass muscles jump and shift back and forth. The shiny gray fabric of his singlet had ridden up into his crack, maximizing the definition of his perfect bubble butt. Then he grabbed his shoulder straps with his thumbs and slowly peeled them off of his arms, releasing them to fall at his hips. He flexed again, making his lats bulge.

He tugged at the sides of his singlet until the wide waistband of his jockstrap was fully exposed. He spun around and did the same at the front until the entire 'Bike' logo was displayed. The guys cheered. Eric smiled.

He was finally more comfortable and enjoying the attention. He realized no one here knew him or cared who he was. He didn't have to worry about anyone's judgement. He realized, these guys thought he was hot and that was an empowering feeling. The idea of teasing them suddenly sounded fun.

It was so much more complicated with girls. He liked that Lana's friends thought he was cute and built. He liked to flirt, but that was very complicated. There was no fine line between flirting and appearing to come on to a girl. There was no fine line between flirting and acting like you really wanted someone. It was a hard line and a line he couldn't cross. There was no line here. This was completely one-sided. he could tease these guys, and they could desire him - and that was no threat to his relationship. Most guys would feel like the threat was to their manhood instead, but he was completely confident in his manhood. He realized he had nothing to lose by having fun performing. He should take advantage of it.

He pointed at the groom and smiled. He grabbed his waistband and very quickly yanked down the front of his singlet so that his entire elastic pouch was exposed. He tucked the singlet under his pouch, making it bulge out even further, accentuated by his big ball sack. Just as quickly, he pulled it back up and turned around and shook his ass again. The guys roared and hollered and then groaned loudly when Eric's pouch disappeared from sight.

He turned back again to face them and shoved his hand down inside his singlet again and jostled his pouch. He felt his dick expand. It was intoxicating to play with himself in front of others. The exhibitionism of that made his head spin and his blood flow - just like it had in the high school locker room with his buddies.

Jake had been just dancing on the sideline. Eric walked over to him and put his hands on Jake's waist. He started to move his hips as he guided Jake's hips to move in sync. Eric leaned in and whispered to Jake. "Let's give them their money's worth." Then he playfully bumped his bulge against Jake's. Jake laughed and bumped him back. The guys cheered again.

Jake turned around the bent over at the waist and backed his devil tail up against Eric's bulge. Eric thrust against it and then grabbed Jake's booty shorts at the waist and thrust hard against Jake's ass, effectively pushing against the butt plug end of the tail and sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. Jake grabbed his ankles. Then he stood up and backed up against Eric and wrapped his arm, seductively back around Eric's neck. Eric wrapped his arm around Jake's chest and held their bodies close together. The tail stuck out between them. As wrestlers, they were both used to being right up against another guy and had been up against each other many times when they practiced in high school. It had been a while, but the feeling was not as foreign as it would be for most guys, who may not even remember a time when their bodies so intimately touched another male.

The body heat between them felt good. Both boys felt the blood flow to their groins. The music and physical contact had blended with the comfort and familiarity to allow Eric to begin to become aroused. Jake hadn't been this close to Eric's nearly naked body since they were experimenting as fifteen-year- olds. He was usually in better control of his arousal, but this closeness brought back too many fond memories to completely tamp down.

Eric wanted to hide his growing bulge, so he dropped to his knees and reached for Jake's shorts. He grabbed Jake's thigh with his left hand to steady himself and tugged on Jake's zipper with his right. He didn't dare look up at Jake. He didn't want to read his expression. He watched as the zipper slowly followed the curve of Jake's plump dick that was curved down over his scrotum inside his shorts. When the zipper reached the underside of his bulge, Eric stopped and grabbed each side of Jake's shorts and slowly began to pull them down. The guys were howling with anticipation. Jake looked behind the crowd and caught Grant smirking and shaking his head. Jake smirked back and put his hand on Eric's head.

"That hairy fucker wants to know what you taste like!" The best man yelled out to Jake.

Jake caught his gaze and yelled back. "What makes you think he doesn't already know?" The group howled again.

"He's coming back for more!" the groom yelled.

"He's just cumming on his back!" Another guy said.

"On his face!" Another yelled and pretended to jerk off, thrusting his hips in time with the music.

Eric pulled Jake's booty shorts down to his ankles, leaving him in just a red, satin G-string. He was standing sideways to the group of guys so his smooth, round ass and his plump round bulge were both prominent. The guys were suddenly silent for a brief second as they took in the sight of Jake's movie star good looks, and Bel Ami body.

Jake moved his hand to the back of Eric's head and forcefully pulled Eric's face into his bulge. Eric instinctively pulled back and ended up falling backwards onto his ass on the floor. The guys all collective 'ooo'd'. Eric looked up at Jake with a mixture of embarrassment and irritation. Jake reached down and offered Eric his Hand to pull him up as if he were a fallen teammate on the basketball court. Eric reached up and took it and Jake pulled him to his feet and then into an embrace. He hugged Eric and then moved his hands down to grab Eric's ass cheeks through his singlet.

"Sorry, Bro." Jake whispered in Eric's ear. "Too far? I'm just teasing them."

"All good." Eric said, wrapping his arms Jake's back and lifting him up off the floor. "Just caught me off guard." He grunted.

"Make Out! Make Out! Make Out!" The guys chanted.

"Don't even think about it." Eric whispered to Jake, knowing he might impulsively try it. Jake laughed and squeezed his butt cheeks again.

"You're no fun." Jake whispered in Eric's ear as they swayed to the beat together, in unison. It looked like they were slow dancing to the rest of the room.

"Oh, Yeah?" Eric said. "Let's see you fun you are." He stepped back and put his hands on Jake's shoulders and pushed him to the his knees.

Jake put up no resistance and dropped to his knees and sat on his heels and then shimmied back until he was lying with his back on his feet on the floor like he was in the middle of the Animal House anthem, "Shout", going as low as he could go. Eric was barefoot and lifted his right foot up and gently set it down on Jake's red satin bulge. He moved his foot back and forth as if he were stroking Jake's cock through the fabric with the ball of his foot. Jake spread his legs further apart, welcoming the move, and put his hands behind his head and flexed his abs as he raised his head to watch Eric's efforts. Jake couldn't stop his arousal. He felt his erection instantly fully expand until it was lying flat against his abs, the head now protruding from the top of his G-string pouch.

Eric's eyes got wide as he suddenly felt Jake's hard cock under his foot as he slid it back and forth, exposing his purple head with each downstroke.

"NO FUCKING WAY!?!?" The groom yelled and the room exploded with hoots and hollers.

"Blow him! Blow him! Blow him!!" The guys chanted.

Jake reached down and pulled up the front of his pouch by the thin, spaghetti strings on each side, covering his manhood entirely again. Then he sat up to hide his arousal. He bent forward and grabbed Eric by the backs of his thighs and planted his face against Eric's bulge. The guys cheered again. Jake grabbed the side of his singlet and pulled the entire uniform to his ankles, leaving Eric standing in just his old-school Bike Jock.

The guys cheered again. Several of them were rubbing their dicks through their pants. They began to show the signs of the sexual tension in the room. Two guys had removed their shirts and were just standing in dress pants and belts. Several others were showing the damp circles under their pits that betrayed their own arousal. The best man had an obvious erection. The tent in his trousers made it no longer a secret he was circumcised.

"I know we can't touch them, but can we seriously not touch ourselves?" One guy said to his adjacent buddy. Grant was watching, unsure if the guy was kidding or seriously asking.

Jake moved Eric around, so his back was to the group. The guys howled when they saw his hairy ass.

"Holy shit! You'd need a machete to find that fucker's hole." One yelled.

"I'd bury my face in there and go hunting for it." Another said.

"You wish!" The best man said.

"Oh, he DOES wish!" The groom responded. "You've seen his Grindr profile. First thing on it is something about how hairy asses go to the front of the line."

Jake grabbed Eric's bare ass cheeks and mimed giving Eric head as he sat on his heels. The group couldn't see his head, so it looked very realistic. Jake was bobbing his head in the air in front of Eric's crotch. He looked up at Eric and they both smiled at each other. Jake heard what the guys said and slid his fingers down between Eric's buttocks and gently pulled them apart, showing off the dark, dense fur between his cheeks. His ass is so hairy that his pucker was nowhere to be found that their distance. The guys cheered at the opportunity though. Eric was now fully aroused, and his fat cock head was pushing against the elastic pouch. There was a small spot of wetness at his piss slit. Jake leaned forward and took Eric's cock head and the pouch into his mouth and sucked a little trying to pull Eric's juice inside.

"Fuck!" Eric yelled and pulled his junk back away from Jake's face which made him push his exposed ass crack out at the party boys. They cheered. Several of the guys shoved their hands down their pants to adjust their own stiff pricks. A couple of them casually left them there.

The groom was openly rubbing his boner through his pants. The best man was watching. Two other guys had turned their chairs around from their table to face the action. They were sitting next to each other. One of them casually reached over to play with his buddy's bulge. The other was returning the favor. One of the guys behind them elbowed the buddy next to him as if to say, 'can you believe this shit?' and then put his hand in his pocket to make his own adjustments. His buddy started openly squeezing his stiff shaft through his pants.

One of the guys squatted down in front of the groom and started to undo his belt. His shirt was already hanging open to display his entire chest. He had reddish brown hair that was trimmed short and a wide happy trail leading into his pants. The best man moved around behind the groom and pulled his dress shirt completely off and started massaging his shoulders. The buddy on his knees had unzipped his pants and was trying to pull them down. The best man reached under his arms and pulled him up off the chair just enough to allow the guy on his knees to yank the groom's pants down to his ankles.

The groom's boner was tenting his army green boxer briefs, aimed off toward his left hip. The best man reached down over his chest and gave it a playful squeeze. The groom tilted his head back and smiled at his best man. Grant was watching and wondered if they had history. Finally, the guy on his knees took the plunge and pulled the boxers away from the groom's waist and watched as his boner sprung loose and stood straight up. Then the guy lowered his head and took the groom in his mouth.

"No fucking way!?!" One guy yelled and suddenly all of the guys had shifted their attention to the groom who was just sitting in his underwear, getting blown. There were cheers. Grant moved around to the front of the room and locked the party room door. This was technically not sanctioned behavior, but like all clubs in this category, sex happened, especially in the private rooms.

Jake heard the commotion and peered around Eric's left hip and recognized the telltale head bobs of real fellatio. Part of him was happy for the break from being the center of attention, and part of him didn't appreciate the competition. Instead of sitting back on his heels and feeling content that they'd done their jobs as instigators of the next level of bachelor party fun, he wanted to take the spotlight back.

Eric had his eyes closed and was just rocking his body to the music, oblivious of what was going on behind him for the moment. His legs were planted wide apart so that Jake was clearly visible between them. Jake reached down and cupped his hand around his balls and felt the silky, soft satin caress the underside of his sensitive shaft. He ran his hand up and down. He was horny. Then he ran his fingertips along the edge of the gap between the fabric and his inner thighs, so he was gently brushing the wrinkled skin of his tight scrotum. It was making his cock throb. He had abandoned all control over his arousal. This was the hottest scene he'd been a part of since the after party in Dixon's office last semester. He decided not to deny himself full enjoyment.

He pushed the satin pouch up and down, slowly exposing his purple cock head a little at a time with each down stroke, just like Eric's foot had done. He was getting hornier and hornier with each silky stroke. He reached back and tugged on the G-string riding up his crack so that it tickled his anus and pulled the pouch down even further. He tugged one more time and the pouch pulled all the way down until the waistband was lodged under his nuts and his junk was completely exposed.

"Holy Shit!!" One of the guys said, loudly making the others steer their attention away from the groom's blow job and back the dancers who were no longer dancing.

"Damn! That's one pretty cock!" One of them said, and the group mumbled in agreement as they watched Jake slowly, openly jacking off as it appeared he was sucking Eric's dick.

"Alright, that's it." One of the two guys sitting next to each other said and he dropped to his knees in front of his buddy and began to undo his friend's pants and was going down on his boner in just a few seconds.

"I want that hairy fuckin' ass!" One of the standing guys yelled as though he couldn't keep his thoughts secret any longer.

"No shit!" Another one said. "When was the last time you saw an ass like that?"

"Never." One said and unzipped his pants and pulled his erection out to start stroking.

"My high school coach." Another said, which prompted a brief discussion that appeared to indicate every one of them had a hot coach in high school that they'd secretly lusted after.

"Todd from accounting." Another said.

"Wait, how do you know that?" Another guy asked.

"My Grindr went off once when it was just the two of us in the office late one night." He replied.

"Wait. Seriously?" His buddy said. "You guys hooked up?"

"In the H.R. office." He said, smirking. The other took his hand off his cock so they could high-five.

Jake was annoyed that they were distracted again. He moaned loudly and aimed his curved boner down toward them.

"Otter boy's lasting a long time." One of them said.

"Maybe he sucks at it." Another said. They laughed. All but two of the guys were now in some state of undress and some stage of masturbation. Jake scowled. He looked up at Eric who still had his eyes closed and was dancing with his feet stationary, just moving his arms and hips. How could he be so oblivious? Jake thought. Eric seemed stoned. Jake wanted to make Eric cum - or at least make him look like he came. Eric's erection had subsided in his trance.

Jake tapped Eric's thigh. Eric opened his eyes and looked down at him. Jake smiled and slowly mouthed the words, 'pretend to cum' and then he made his own fake orgasm face as an example, throwing his head back. Eric understood and smiled back and nodded, amused at the show they were putting on.

Eric put his hands behind his head, making his biceps bulge again and began moaning loudly and thrusting his hips forward into Jake's face. Jake let his big pouch slam against his mouth. He felt Eric's junk began to grow again with each bump against his lips. Jake was stroking his cock between Eric's legs with his right hand. Eric was grunting now, really getting into his part. The guys in the audience noticed and those without a cock in their mouths were quietly watching as Eric's muscular, hairy ass clenched with each thrust. Then Jake grabbed Eric's jockstrap right at the Bike logo and yanked it down. Eric's plump dick sprang forward and Jake caught it in his mouth and took Eric to the base before he'd even realized what happened. Jake released his own cock and grabbed Eric's ass, holding himself tight against his pelvis with his nose in his stepbrother's thick black bush and cock filling his throat.

Eric moaned loudly and for a split second, had an internal mental debate about whether to quickly pull out or let the intense pleasure of Jake's warm, wet mouth continue. Eric's a good boy. He'd never knowingly let anyone blow him other than Lana. But even good straight boys have a hard time resisting a warm, wet mouth. He couldn't help but thrust in and out a couple of times before he yelled, "FUCK!" and pulled out backing away from Jake's face.

His jockstrap was still lodged below his big nuts and his plump, wet dick flopped around wildly as he back away so it appeared to the party that his cock was simply naturally deflating after he'd ejaculated. Jake remained sitting on his heels, with his stiff cock pointing up against his abs, drooling precum down his shaft. He dramatically whipped his mouth with the back of his hand and licked it as if cleaning off the remnant of Eric's load. 'Fuck them, if they think he sucks at giving blow Jobs', Jake thought to himself. He smiled at the crowd. Grant looked shocked, unsure if that had been real or not.

Eric turned enough to see the action that had developed while he'd been absentmindedly dancing in place in front of Jake's face. His eyes got wide as he took in the sight of two ongoing blow jobs and six other guys with their dicks poked out of their flies or with their dress pants pulled down to mid-thigh, openly stoking. "What the fuck?!" Eric said. He was too distracted to notice his junk was still exposed.

"Did he do a good job?" One of the guys asked Eric.

"Duh!!" One of his buddies said.

"Check out his bush!" Another one said, which made Eric finally glance down and hurriedly pull up his jock and tuck his junk back into the pouch. Several guys moaned in disappointment.

"C'mon. Just take it off!" One yelled. The room erupted in cheers for Eric to strip. Jake responded by standing up, leaving his G-string on the floor at his feet. He was now standing naked, stroking his banana cock in front of all of them. Blood surged to already painfully stiff cock. He loved this scenario. It had been since the high school locker room that he'd been able to jerk off in front of this many guys all joining him.

"C'mon, E." Jake said. "Make 'em happy." He nodded down to his jock.

Eric surprised his stepbrother and smiled at him and pulled his jockstrap back down and then tossed it to the groom. "Here's a momento of your night." It was Jake's turn to be shocked.

The best man caught Eric's jock. He gave the pouch a sniff and then put it on the groom's face. The party cheered. One of the two guys in the back that had been abstaining from this semi-public masturbation, finally gave in and slid his hand down the front of his pants.

Eric walked back to Jake and leaned in to his ear. "What the fuck was that about?"

"What?"

"Your fucking mouth on my dick." Eric said.

"If it was gonna look real, I had to get it wet." Jake said. "It was perfect. It made you grunt like you were actually nutting and then you backed away with your dick hanging out, dripping. It was perfect." He added again.

"So that was all for the show for them." Eric said with a mixture of skepticism and relief.

"I knew what had to be done and I took one for the team." Jake said. "I can be a responsible employee when I want to be." He added. Eric stared at him, expecting him to smirk at the sarcasm but he remained straight-faced. "C'mon, join in. It'll be fun. Like the old days in the locker room." Eric shrugged. He did remember those shower room circle jerks very fondly. It was mostly because of the team bonding it created and these guys were not his teammates. Jake read Eric's internal debate. "C'mon. You miss it a little, right?"

"I gotta save myself for Lana tonight. Bro, she so hot for me. She started blowing me in the stock room, but we got interrupted." Eric said. "I'm horny as fuck."

"Bro, you know you're gonna nut in like ten seconds with her tonight. You wanna last. Take the edge off first so you can bang her for hours." Jake said. His room was right next to Eric's. He knew Eric had several at bats in him on a normal night with Lana.

"Maybe."

"Maybe? You don't nut too early, Bro. That's a bad look." Jake said. "Have some old-school fun. These guys'll love it and maybe tip more." He reached over and grabbed Eric's plump dick and gave it a tug. Eric flinched but then laughed.

"I guess it might take the edge off."

"That's my boy." Jake said. He was standing naked now, casually stroking his dick. "Grant! Can't you play anything better than this EDM shit?" Grant smirked and opened the electronics cabinet door and bent down to search the options.

"Play, 'Espresso'!" One of the guys yelled. Jake turned to Eric and they both rolled their eyes.

"I saw that!" The best man said. He'd been watching them stand there, naked, casually stroking like they were still in tenth grade in the locker room after practice. "When are you two gonna make out?" He added.

"Make out! Make out! Make out!" The guys chanted again. Grant closed the glass cabinet door and, 'Hot To Go' by Chappell Roan began to play. Grant turned to Jake and smirked. Jake laughed and started to move to the music. Eric followed and they were back to dancing naked with their boners bouncing around just like in the locker room when it was a Bose speaker sitting on the end of the wooden locker benches instead.

If someone had just walked in, the scene would have looked shockingly lewd, like a scene from a porno movie, but the vibe had actually become playful and fraternal - like a bachelor party should. Of the dozen guys there, two were getting head; the groom was sitting naked on his chair with his shirt pulled down to his wrists, creating a make-shift handcuffs at the back of the chair - and his pants and underwear around his ankles. The others were just casually masturbating. All but two of them just stroking their stiff rods through the open flies of their dress pants. Some had their pants unbuckled and hanging open with their briefs tucked down under their balls. Some still had their belts buckled and only their zippers down. One had his pants around his ankles - and one was sitting quietly in the back, not participating in the frat house style debauchery.

"A kiss is gonna cost ya!" Jake yelled over the loud pop music. Eric turned to glare at him. He scowled and shook his head. He couldn't imagine an amount that would motivate him to do that. Jake rubbed his fingers together in the universal gesture for cash and smiled. Eric considered it again. They'd messed around at 15. It hadn't been a big deal. It wasn't really cheating to kiss a guy. It meant nothing - especially if it was Jake. Maybe there WAS an amount that he'd consider. He shrugged.

"Twenty bucks." The groom yelled out from his position on his chair with the blonde head still bobbing in his lap. Eric furrowed his brow and smirked, indicating that was a ridiculous opening offer. He suddenly felt relieved as if this wasn't really going to happen.

Jake openly laughed, and the boys kept dancing. It appeared the issue may have passed. The next song started - CharlieXCX's "360". Eric made a face like he was nauseous. Jake and Grant both laughed at him. Eric turned around, showing off his hairy butt to the guys again.

"Ok...fifty dollars!" The best man yelled. Jake looked at Eric and shook his head and then looked at the best man and shook his head.

"How much then?!" The best man yelled. Jake didn't look at Eric. "Five hundred." Jake yelled back.

"Each!" Eric added. The best man scoffed and laughed.

"One hundred." The best man countered. Jake was intrigued. He would have done it for that but knew it wouldn't motivate Eric. He shook his head. "Each!" The guy added. Jake looked over at Eric who scowled again with a look that said, 'who is he kidding?'

"He's got a girlfriend. His lips are spoken for." Jake said.

They continued dancing, again thinking the issue was dead. Jake danced up behind Eric and held his red tail out between Eric's legs. Eric laughed and grabbed it and held it up against his own stiff prick and pretended to jack them off together. The guys laughed but it clearly made them more excited. Then the best man spoke up again. "Ok...five hundred. Split between the two of you." He yelled over the music. All of the guys stopped and looked at Jake who had apparently become the defacto deal maker.

Jake looked at Eric and raised his eyebrows as if asking, 'what do you think?' Eric looked surprised. $250 was apparently in the ballpark. He shrugged as if to say, 'fine. I guess so. Why not.' Jake smiled.

"Let's see the cash." Jake said. All of the guys cheered and looked at the best man. He looked surprised as if he hadn't thought his offer would be accepted. He dug in his pocket. His erect prick had lowered to half mast. He flipped through some bills. He politely tucked his plump cock back in his fly and walked up to hand Jake the money.

"Sixty seconds." The best man said. "And I'll be timing you."

"Thirty seconds." Jake said, still negotiating. Eric suddenly looked nervous again. He wanted to go back to accepting a hundred dollars for just a quick kiss.

"For five hundred, we need to see you make out for real."

Without confirming with Eric, Jake took the cash and shook the best man's hand - the hands that had just been masturbating.

"Think of the money, Bro." Jake said, knowing he still needed to talk Eric into actually doing it. "We can throw a hell of a party at the apartment." He smiled at his stepbrother. "Let's just get this over with." He stepped toward Eric and grabbed him at the waist.

"Make out! Make out! Make out!!" The room chanted.

Eric put one hand on Jake's arm and was immediately struck by how odd going in for a kiss while feeling a firm bicep was. He closed his eyes. Jake leaned forward and touched his lips to Eric's. The crowd erupted and the best man unzipped his fly again and fished his fat prick out.

The boys both had their eyes closed. They heard the random grunts and moans of the guys watching. It was oddly exhilarating to know they were the cause of such excitement. Even Eric was enjoying the power.

Jake was enjoying the feeling of Eric's soft full lips. When he kissed Brett, it was aggressive. They made out with a passionate urgency. Eric had no such passion, but he could tell Eric just liked to kiss. He had his mouth open and was not being shy.

"We wanna see some tongues!" The groom said, now with his slick prick standing up out in the open as the guy who had been servicing him had taken a break to turn and watch.

Eric was the first to comply and slipped his tongue into Jake's mouth. He remembered the time Jake kissed him when they were in the middle of a three-way with his high school girlfriend, Meghan. Then he pictured fucking Meghan from behind and he instinctively thrust forward, hitting Jake's boner with his own. It felt so good. Jake responded by pulling Eric in closer so that their stiff cocks smashed together between their abs. Eric and Jake both moaned into each other's mouths.

"Fuck, that's hot." One of the guys said. They were all stroking a little faster now.

Eric began to breath heavily. He moved his hands to hold Jake's head, wrapping his fingers around the back of Jake's neck. Jake moved his hands down to Eric's hips and pulled him in and began grinding their boners together. The frotting felt so good for both of them. Their shafts were sliding back and forth against each other; their dense pubes brushing against the undersides of their shafts; their sensitive cock heads swirling around each other's as precum drooled out, making their slippery maneuvers feel even better with each thrust.

"Oh, Fuck." Eric moaned into Jake's mouth.

"Uh huh." Jake moaned back in agreement, both of them lost in an intimacy that they both missed from their youth. It was as if the room was empty, and it was just them back in that hotel room at their first high school wrestling tournament. Eric moved one arm down to Jake's back to hold them tightly together.

"Thirty seconds." The best man yelled, thinking he needed to ensure the boys didn't quit prematurely. Both Eric and Jake were secretly relieved it was only half over. Neither of them wanted this feeling to end. They were both so horny and their brotherly love made each of them not fear any judgment from the other. They moaned loudly and began to buck harder against each other.

"Fuck, yeah!!" The groom yelled and he'd taken up stroking his stiff prick until his buddy's mouth returned. The guys cheered as they watched, mesmerized by the simple act of kissing.

Eric wanted to speak. He wanted to moan to Jake about how good this felt but he knew he shouldn't break their kiss. He was a rule follower even in this moment. He moaned and grunted instead. Jake moaned back; he'd let his libido take over. The intoxicating power of knowing he was driving the whole room crazy was pushing him to the edge. He didn't want to cum. That was going too far. That was losing control, and he hated to lose control. But Eric just kept pumping against him - his hot muscular body, his full, soft lips, the tequila shots on his breath.

The final thirty seconds had passed. The best man had no interest in stopping the action. The action continued. Eric was now arching his back and slamming his slippery boner against Jake's rock-hard rod. Jake reached down and grabbed Eric by his balls and tugged them closer.

"Ohhhhhh! FUUUCKKKKK!!" Eric moaned and finally breaking their kiss and began to shoot long ropes of white jizz everywhere. The jets of semen shot out from between them, up against Jake's chest and abs, splattering onto the carpet in every direction.

"Seriously!?" Jake said, shocked that Eric had spontaneously cum - evidence of the power of playing with a guy's balls. He guessed Lana neglected them and it had been a special treat for Eric that had amped him up.

That power sent Jake over the edge. "FUCK!! Goddamnit!!!" His own cock erupted with two long spurts of his thick, white nut against Eric's happy trail before he grabbed his boner and finished himself off by stoking hard and fast until his final long rope was left dangling from his cock head. He left it there to swing and sway and he brought his right hand to his lips to lick his nut off his fingers. Eric was standing, frozen and stunned, filled with shame and regret in his post-orgasm daze. His mind was racing. What had he done? How had he let this happen? What would Lana think? how could he keep her from knowing? Why did he let Jake talk him into this? Why had he enjoyed it so much?

He looked out into his small audience. Several of the guys had also been pushed across the finish line by what they'd seen. They sat with their hands still slowly stroking their deflating rods. One guy was shaking his nut off his hand onto the carpet next to him. Another had wiped it on his buddy's pant leg - an unpopular decision. His buddy flicked semen from his own hand onto the guy's face in retaliation. A couple of guys were still stroking. Eric watched a stranger lean forward and launch his nut out onto the floor. Eric furrowed his brow and looked back at Jake.

Jake had the glossy-eyed expression of someone who'd just cum with only enjoyment and no regret. He smiled and reached down to scoop up the long strand of semen still hanging from his cock. He was bringing it to his mouth when he paused and extended his arm to offer it to his best friend. Jake knew Eric liked the taste of cum - at least his own - and knew it would drive these guys crazy. His own cock twitched again in excitement.

Eric looked horrified. Jake had pushed him over the edge again, but this was the edge of embarrassment and shame. He bent down to grab what little clothes he'd worn in and frantically stepped back into his singlet without his jock. He adjusted the shoulder straps and then pressed the jockstrap into Jake's chest on his way out the door.

Grant and Jake looked at each other. Jake shrugged.

The guys all moaned. Jake tossed the jock at the groom who caught it and instinctively brought it to his nose.

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"Dude. You gotta help me." Eric said as he walked up next to Aaron, who was still sitting on the end stool at the back bar and grabbed his shoulder.

Aaron spun around and looked Eric up and down. "What's up, E? You taking a break? How's the bachelor party?"

"A, you got help me. I gotta get outta here." Eric said, obviously very agitated; he was bouncing back and forth on the balls of his feet as if he were waiting for a match to start.

"What? Why? What happened?" Aaron asked, suddenly concerned. "Did you get, like, assaulted? Wasn't Grant in there??" Now Aaron was showing concern. He furrowed his brow. "Bro, why are you commando....and why do I smell jizz?" His expression changed to amusement but then quickly changed back to concern. "Are you ok? What the fuck happened?" Aaron slid off his stool and grabbed Eric by the bicep and dragged him over to the employee corridor. Brandon looked over from behind the busy bar when he noticed Aaron vacate his stool. Aaron didn't look back. He continued to pull him into the employee-only single toilet. He closed the door and flipped the deadbolt. "What the fuck happened?"

Eric just stood there looking sheepish and guilty. Aaron didn't know how to interpret his expression. "Seriously! What the fuck happened? Did they...hurt you? They didn't..." Aaron couldn't even bring himself to complete that sentence. It didn't make sense. Jake was with him. Grant was supposed to be there. It was just a bachelor party. He glanced down at Eric's body again. He couldn't help but admire the hairy stud he'd turned into.

"No!...No.......no...nothing like that." Eric said and hung his head down, looking at the floor. Aaron sighed in relief. He continued to scan Eric's body. It made his own loins tingle and twitch. Now is not the time to be aroused, Aaron thought to himself. It must be the relief of knowing nothing bad happened.

"Did you nut?" Aaron asked and suddenly got a big smirk on his face. He'd known Eric since he was a freshman in high school and had spent many hours in the locker room and sleepovers with him. He knew every stage of Eric's arousal and could match it with every version of Eric's dick. He knew he was staring at the post-orgasm, plump version, and he could see the telltale spot from of his post-orgasm leakage soaking through the Lycra. "Did you?"

Eric just nodded, silently. Aaron smirked again, which Eric fortunately didn't see.

"Use your words, Buddy." Aaron said, still smiling. "Tell Officer Aaron where the bad man touched you."

"It wasn't like that." Eric said.

"Obviously."

"Was the bad man who touched you, YOU?" Aaron asked, trying to Omaha went down in the private room. He'd heard stories so nothing would have surprised him, other than assault.

No." Eric said. He paused as if re-living it. "Jake."

Aaron wasn't surprised. He smirked again at how predictable Jake could be - always instigating. He gave Eric space to continue.

"Things just got...out of hand in there." Eric said. "Really out of hand."

"Have a seat." Aaron said, pointing to the toilet. He doubted his version of what qualified as, 'out of hand' matched Eric's. "Fill me in, E. Where's Jake?"

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(To Be Continued)

To read (or refresh your memory) about the boys high school days, please read, "Taking Our Sons to the Tournament" in the adult friends section. For Jake's (and Leo's) first time being dancers at Cell Block, please read, "Our Sons College Tournament", also in the adult friends section.