It was the first set of pole dancing Saturday night and both Danny and Diego were on the poles. This was Danny's only set. Sam had said he'd do the Saturday night specials only once a month. He wasn't being solicitous toward Danny on this; he had decided that he'd make more money by having the regular patrons' tongues hanging out for the rarity of a once-a-month fix. Diego would take the second, complete strip down set as well as the last, sex show.
The crowd was loud and rowdy, t
Danny locked the door to his room on Sunday morning after he was finally alone and wouldn't come out even for the offer of lunch upstairs. Then when it was dark he slipped out to find something to eat somewhere where no one would know him. The bar wasn't open on Sundays, so there was no requirement for him to work.
He was thinking increasingly of what he wanted. It wasn't what he had gotten in that last Saturday night set, he knew that for sure now. He'd continue doing it—for the
"You've been here nearly two weeks now," Sam said. He was sitting next to Danny at the dining table in his and Ruth's apartment above the bar while Sally fed Danny a late lunch. It was Sally's apartment too, the young man realized. It had taken him several days to figure out that Ruth and Sally were lovers. Maybe both with Sam too, for all he knew. Maybe they all did it together up here, Danny thought, with a little frown, trying to envision
"See that man over there?"
"The one in black leather? With those other guys who parked their cycles out front?"
"Yes," Sam said. "He's looking over here, so, no matter what, keep a smile on."
Danny had just come down from the pole. In the middle of the second week, Sam had insisted that he go up on the pole for at least two sets each night. Lance, the bartender, had given him some basic lessons and pointers. Lance had graduated from the pole to behind
Danny's session at the wall left him weak kneed, apprehensive, and feeling a little guilty about maybe moving too far too fast. And he suddenly felt exposed and robbed of his privacy. He saw that there was a hook over the peephole, and he hung a bath towel on that that dropped low enough to cover the glory hole as well as the peep hole. He wouldn't keep it there, but he'd pick and choose when he wanted to be ogled. Then he quickly showered, pulled on shorts and one of the "Sam's Bar" T-shirts wh
[Note: This work has six chapters, the posting of which should be completed by 15 January 2016.]
Danny was concentrating on the probability examples in his textbook that he didn't realize that he had the dog tags in his mouth, sucking on them as was one of his bad habits, until he heard the chuckle from across the library table. He looked up into the smiling face of the guy he'd seen there several times earlier. He was always smiling at Danny—not concen
**** Warning: this story contains explicit bisexual and sexually submissive content between consenting adults. If it turns you off please do not continue, but if it does - do enjoy! ***
I have the apartment all to myself today although it's a normal Wednesday. My wonderful wife is at work, and after my morning shower I allow myself to walk around all naked. I woke up thinking about sex but my wife had already slipped away. The warm shower heated me up even m
The epilogue to the 'Butt Monkey' series of stories by Robert Furlong
Jake looked over at me and we grinned at each other.
I was desperately pleased to see him and I could see that he was pretty chuffed to see me, even though he hadn't found the time to phone home in over a fortnight.
Traffic was fairly quiet and I managed to pull out of his university residence onto the main road.
I looked over at him again on
It had been a week since I had sex with Nicky and I was still amazed that I could be so turned on fucking another guy. Nicky gave great head and I loved fucking his tight bubble butt. I was on my way over to my girlfriend Jackie's apartment as I thought about my encounter with Nicky. I had a hard-on while I was driving and I was looking forward to shoving my erect cock into Jackie's ass.
Jackie had come to like the routine of my fucking her ass first before I fucked her pussy. She
It was nothing new, I always stopped by the convenience store on my way home from work, especially on long days like this one. At 45 years old, with a BA in Business, it was the only job I could find since the Central NY economy had completely tanked. I had lost my cozy bank job nearly 18 months ago. Getting dirty was a small trade off for the mostly large paychecks, and the kind of physical shape that most guys my age spend hours a day at a gym to get into.
I hadn't been with th
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