Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely a coincidence. It is intended for mature audiences only, so if you are not of legal adult status in your political jurisdiction, exit the story now. This story may be posted to the Nifty Archives only. Do not post it to Web sites or other venues without the written permission of the author. The protagonist, Nick Marshall, made his debut in the Nifty Archives in a series of stories called "Unusual Christmas." You might find it interesting to read those, but this story is a free-standing piece. I've got several more stories about Nick and his adventures that I will probably post in the next few weeks. They're all set in my hometown of New Orleans, Louisiana, aka, The Big Easy. Like all writers, I appreciate feedback.
Nick's Adventures with Jody, Part One
During the second semester of my senior year of high school, I had a job that most guys would give ten years of their lives to have. I worked in a strip club for women. I didn't work full time because of school, but almost every week I'd get to fill in for a guy who couldn't be there for some reason. I was only eighteen, but I looked much older. Not only that, my two brothers and I owned three of these clubs, so I was sort of working in the family business.
The job involved stripping down to a g-string while dancing seductively to music that fit the theme of my character. For example, I usually played the part of a soldier, so the music I danced to had a vague military character about it. We did two shows a night--one at 9:30 and the other at 11:00. I had to be there by eight, though, to work out for at least forty-five minutes to pump up my muscles, to take a shower, and to get dressed. I had a semi-permanent dye tattoo on my left bicep at the time, and that had to be covered with makeup. Sometimes, usually once a week or so, I had to have a full body shave except for my pubes and underarms--and head, of course. I'm not real hairy, and my hair is pretty light, but somebody had to shave me, including my cock, balls, and asshole about once a week. Sometimes I'd even get to work at 7:30, if I had a lot to do before the show.
During the show, six guys would dance/strip for ten minutes each. When each guy's act was finished, he had to go out and mingle with the audience--let them feel him up, buy him drinks, etc. We made good money in tips, especially when we were down among the women. We only mingled if we didn't have a private show to give. There were six private rooms fixed up with daybeds and a few other pieces of furniture. A lady could request a private show with one of the guys. During this show, we'd get totally naked, and ninety-nine times out of a hundred, we'd end up having sex. The code was that she was supposed to touch your cock if she wanted to get intimate. I never once had a lady who didn't want to. We got paid $40 for a private, and the house kept $60. Hey, I would have done it for free.
The night that turned out to be the start of my adventure with Jody was the Friday before the week before Spring Break. I usually knew a few days in advance if I was going to be needed, but that particular time I got a page at school from Philip, my oldest brother's best friend and the guy who managed the dancers. We weren't supposed to have pagers at school, but everybody did. Anyway, I got the page and called on my cellular phone a few minutes later. I had to tell the teacher I was sick so he'd let me go to the bathroom. Philip said they needed me to work that night. He apologized, saying he knew it was the last minute and I probably had plans, but one of the guys had had an emergency. I was already scheduled to work Saturday and Sunday night, and I really didn't mind adding Friday. It would be a good weekend.
My buddy Brett and I shot some pool after school, as we usually did on Friday afternoons, and then we went and got something to eat. Brett had a date that night, so we split up around seven. I headed over to the club--Male Call II--on Elysian Fields Avenue. This club was near the campus of the University of New Orelans, so we got a pretty good after-classes crowd of girls taking night school.
I asked Philip if he would shave me, and he agreed. I've known this guy all my life, and he's like a third brother to me. He's the only person who's not a real brother that we allow to use our "pet" name for each other, which is Bubba. We call him that too, sometimes. I got naked and lay on the barber table. Like I said before, I don't have that much body hair, but I like to be as smooth as a baby's behind. He shaved my chest and stomach, cock, balls, and asshole, and then he shaved my arms and legs and ass. It feels kind of weird at first, but I like it. Philip also trimmed my pubic hair to make it even and nice.
I had been working out nude for the last four months or so, usually at an all-male place known as Alvin's Gym. I also worked out nude at the clubs before the shows. I went into the weight room, and there was a guy there I didn't know. I introduced myself as Nick, no last name, and he said he was Jody, also no last name. It wasn't surprising that we had never met. We have three clubs and twenty-four dancers. On any given night, only six guys work and the other two are off. Since I only did fill-in, I could have worked for months without meeting everybody.
Jody was a very nice looking guy. He was about six feet tall, weighed maybe 185 lbs., and he had pretty good muscle bulk but not much definition. His cock was on the smallish side, hanging down no more than two inches, soft. I figured it popped to about five or five and a half inches when it got hard. My own cock is five and a half inches soft, and it pops to nine inches. Frankly, I don't know which is better. I mean, my cock impresses the hell out of guys, but it scares some girls.
Jody and I worked out. I went through the routine Alvin had given me around Christmas to improve definition, and Jody did whatever he usually did. We made small talk.
"I'm surprised they let you dance with that tattoo," he said.
"They don't. I have to cover it with makeup," I said.
"I'd love to get one, but I think my old lady would freak."
"Your girlfriend," I asked.
"No. My mom. I still live at home."
"How does she feel about you dancing here," I asked.
"She don't know," he said. "I'm still in high school. I only got this gig because Tony is my cousin, and he knew I needed the money." Tony was the choreographer and head dancer. He was in on all hiring. In fact, I had to pass his inspection before I got that job at my own club. Jody was also only a fill-in.
I asked Jody how old he was, and he told me eighteen. What about you?"
"I'm twenty-two," I lied. I looked that old, and I had a perfect fake ID that said I was that old, so why couldn't I be? That's shitty logic, I know, but sometimes you get desperate.
"Do you ever go watch other guys dance," he asked.
"I thought most places were like we are, no men allowed in the audience."
"I mean at an all-guys place. Like a gay bar, or something."
"Oh," I said. I hadn't thought of that. "No, I never have."
"Would you like to go? You can pick up some pretty cool moves from those guys."
"Aren't they, like, swishy, or something," I asked. I wasn't trying to prove anything. I really didn't know.
"A few are, but most of them aren't. In fact, I'd put some of those guys up against any straight guy you could name for masculinity. Plus, I don't know what the line is between gay and straight."
"Yeah. I'd like to go," I said. I'd thought a lot myself about that line he was talking about, and I didn't know either.
"What about after the second show? You know, after we finish the private shows and all?"
"Cool," I said. I was starting to like this guy. He was friendly, tough, innocent, mean-looking, and nice, all at once.
"I gotta warn you, though. Sometimes guys from the audience get on stage with them, and they go at it."
"You mean they have sex on the stage?"
"Yeah. The first time I saw that, I wasn't ready for it. This guy gets up on the stage buck naked with the dancer. The dancers take everything off, and this dancer was down to a pair of motorcycle boots and a black leather cap. The customer gets on his hands and knees, and the dancer squats behind him and fucks his ass. The crowd went crazy."
I had had an experience with fucking on stage when we first bought the places, and it was pretty neat. These three gigantic women attacked me. Two held me up and the third pulled down my jeans. I was already hard, and the biggest one just squatted on my cock and fucked me till I came. It was a special party at the club to celebrate our new ownership, so there were men and women in the audience. They went crazy.
We were just about finished our workouts, so the next step was a shower. My cock had put on a good bit of weight while we were talking about the guys fucking on stage and I was thinking about my own experience. Jody noticed it and smiled at me. I looked at him, and he was more than half hard himself.
We hit the showers and soaped up. Most guys jerk off before a show to try to keep from getting a boner and popping a g-string off while they're dancing. Several times I had been in the shower with guys I didn't really know, and they had reached over and jerked me off. I always reciprocated. So I wasn't surprised when Jody took hold of my cock. I grabbed his, too, and we started jerking each other. He stopped before long, though. He turned his back to me and told me to stick my cock up his ass. This had never happened before in the shower, but I did as instructed. We fucked for ten minutes or so. I jerked Jody's cock for him with the same rhythm I fucked his ass. We came at the same time--hot and hard. He turned to face me. We were about the same height, so it was easy for him to plant a kiss on my lips.
"I hope that was okay with you," he said, after we had broken from the kiss.
"Hell, yeah," I said. "But don't make me hard again. We've got a show to do."
After I got into my costume, I sat down to smoke a cigarette before the show.
"You mind if I have one of those," Jody asked.
"Sure," I said, and offered him my pack. By now the other guys in the show were in the dressing room and getting ready. I was on first, followed by Jody.
My set went really well. Two women rushed the stage to stick money in my g-string, and one copped a feel of my package as she was doing it. Several other women put money for me into an urn that we keep at the front of the stage for that purpose. After I danced, I went down into the audience in just my g-string. A bunch more women put money in the straps of my string. Mostly they gave fives, but I got the occasional ten and even twenty. Two of the tables already had drinks waiting for me. I only tasted them because I had more work to do.
The guy who takes reservations for private shows called me over. He had two for me. They last about twenty minutes each, so I barely had time to get them both in, with a little rest between them, before I had to get ready for the next show. Both women were a little on the plump side, but they were both fun. The first one grabbed my cock before I could explain the rules. She said she had heard them before and knew what she wanted. I ate her pussy for a few minutes--long enough for her to come--then I fucked her in the missionary position until she came twice more. She wanted to see me come, so I pulled out and spewed all over her tits. I think she came again when I did that.
The second girl was younger than the first and a little shy. I gave my spiel about getting completely nude and not touching her unless she wanted me to. I told her the rule about grabbing my cock (although I said "penis," like we were supposed to) if she wanted sex. She did, and we did it. Again, more pussy-eating, some tit-sucking, and fucking. She wanted to be on top, which is a position I like. She rode me hard and came hard, twice. I came inside her and exaggerated my own bucking to impress her with how turned-on she made me. She loved it. Both girls gave me a twenty-dollar tip, which was nice.
In the second show I played a cowboy. I had two more private shows after the second set, and they were pretty routine. I got good tips from both women, though. Later, I counted my money, and I had made $450 for the evening. Jody told me he made about the same.
We left the club around 12:30. I took another shower to get off the makeup and body-builder's oil we slick down with to show off our muscles. I was wearing a buttonless black leather vest with no shirt to show off my recently-improved build and my tattoo. I also had on a pair tight, faded Levi 501 jeans and black cowboy boots. I checked my look in the mirror, and my package was clearly visible. I put on a little more of the body-builder lotion to give my upper body a slight sheen. I looked good. Jody hit the showers right after I did, so we were ready to leave at the same time.
We took my car because Jody had bummed a ride with Tony. Tony was working another club that night, but Jody said his cousin looked out for him. On the way there, Jody told me some more about his background.
"How do you get by without a car," I asked.
"My mom usually lets me use her car, but she had to work tonight. She's a nurse's aide at a hospital, and sometimes she pulls the late shift. I told her I wouldn't be home tonight and that I would stay with a friend. So there's no worry about curfew or anything."
"What time do you usually have to be home," I asked. Since my parents had died in a plane crash about five months before, I didn't have to worry about curfews and that shit. I could stay out all night any time I wanted to. I rarely did, though. I was pretty conscientious about my school work and the track team, so I tried to get a good night's sleep every night. That was Friday, though, so I wasn't in any rush to get home.
"Usually 1:00 o'clock, but if there's something special going on, I can stay out later."
"Where does she think you work," I asked.
"Burger King. There's one two blocks from my house. I used to work there until Tony got me the job dancing about a month ago. I know the manager and some of the other people real well, and they'll cover for me if she ever calls."
"So what do you do with all your money," I asked.
"I'm saving for a car. I've got about four thousand put away right now. At six thousand I'm going to buy something. Used, of course. Mom works hard, but she don't make that much money. I also chip in for household expenses. I buy my own clothes and shit, too."
A picture of this kid as a rising member of the working class was starting to emerge. He wasn't dressed shabbily or anything, and his haircut was pretty good. The kids at the all-boys private preparatory school I went to weren't like him, though, and I think I liked that quality as much as any.
I lit a cigarette and offered him one. He said no and asked me to stop at a convenience store. We both went in. He bought a pack of Marlboros in the red box, the same brand and style I smoke, and I bought us each a beer.
"Thanks for the beer," he said. "I was getting pretty thirsty."
"Sure," I said.
After we were on our way, I asked him, "So, Jody, you got a girlfriend?"
"Naw," he said. "You?"
"Naw. As long as I'm dancing, I don't figure I need one." We both laughed.
"What about a, er, boyfriend?"
"No to that, too. You?"
"No."
"What made you ask," I said.
"Well, you took my ass like a veteran earlier, and you didn't mind it that I kissed you. I figured you might do it with guys, is all."
"I do do it with guys. I did it with you, didn't I? Do you know what a buddy is? A fuck-buddy?"
"Yeah," he said. "I've had one."
"Well, I have, too. Around Christmas I had two. In fact, all three of us were buddies to each other."
"You said 'had.' What happened?"
"We're still good friends, but we developed other interests. One guy, Chuck, just wanted to be with guys, and he wanted a real boyfriend. You know that guy Philip at the club? He and Chuck are boyfriends now. In fact, they live together. I still fuck around with the other guy now and then, but he's got a girlfriend now."
We drove along in silence for twenty or thirty blocks. Jody had told me where to go, and I thought I knew the place he was talking about. It was at West End on the lake. We got there in a few minutes, parked the car, and went in. We swallowed the last of our beers in the parking lot and put the bottles in a trash can. I could hear music coming from the club. It was a little early for a show, though.
The place was pretty crowded. There was a guy at the door, and he asked to see some ID. I flashed my fake one, of course, and Jody gave him one that must have been fake, too. He let us in and stamped "drink" on the left hand of each of us. He was wearing a pair of very tight jeans. The fly was open, and his dick was hanging out. I tried not to stare, but Jody bounced it in his hand and said, "Nice cock." The guy smiled. That pretty much blew my mind, but I tried real hard not to let my surprise show on my face.
"Let's take ours out," Jody said. "It's kind of a custom here."
I watched him as he pulled down the zipper on his jeans and yanked out his cock. I unbuttoned my 501's and pulled mine out, too. As we walked up to the bar, I thought I could feel a hundred eyes on my cock. I liked it, but I also felt a little conspicuous. We ordered beers, paid for them, and turned to face the room. Jody leaned back on the bar, and his cock, which was a little bigger than it had been a minute ago, dangled in front of him. I leaned back too, and my big honker was like a beacon on a foggy night. I lit up a cigarette and watched the crowd, as the crowd watched me.
The show was supposed to start at one, and it was almost that now. The stage was opposite the bar, so we were in good position to see it. We had to stand, though, but that was all right.
In a minute or two, a guy came up to the bar and stood next to me. He said "hi," and I said "hi" back. His cock was sticking out of his pants, and it was about half hard. It wasn't all that big, but it was nicely shaped. He ordered two beers and gave one of them to me.
"Have I seen you in here before," he asked.
"No," I said, "this is my first time here. I hear the show's pretty good."
"Yeah, it is. My name's Chip," he said, and extended his hand.
I turned to face him and extended my hand. "Chip, I'm Nick. Pleased to meet you." As we were shaking hands, he moved slightly closer to me, and his cock rubbed against mine. When we finished shaking hands, he moved a little closer, and I could feel the heat coming off him. We stood that way for a longer time than we might have otherwise, and he started swaying from side to side a little. This caused friction on our cocks, and mine started to get hard. Just then the lights in the bar got very low, and the lights came on on stage. Whatever attention had been focused on me before shifted now to the stage.
Chip put his left hand on my chest and started teasing my right nipple. We continued to rub our cocks together, and in no time we both came. Most of his cum hit my cock, and the bartender handed me a napkin to clean up with. He must have watched the whole thing. Chip cleaned up as well.
"I want to watch the show," I said, slightly breathlessly.
"Me, too. Thanks."
"Thanks," I said, and we both turned toward the stage.
The first dancer was only fair. He started out dressed like a construction worker in blue jeans, a blue denim shirt, and a hardhat. He got naked pretty quick, but his act wasn't over. He wasn't hard yet. He took care of that detail by walking over to the edge of the stage and letting a guy sitting at a stage-side table suck him. He didn't come, though. Instead, he moved down the stage, letting three or four more guys take his cock in their mouths. When he was good and hard, he bowed and accepted his applause. He didn't leave the stage, as I expected he would. Instead, he moved over to the side to wait for the next dancer. During the next act, which was a guy stripping off a UPS uniform, the first guy jerked his meat. I looked over at Jody, and he was sporting a hard-on. My own cock started getting a little aroused again, too. I don't think Jody had seen what happened between me and Chip.
The UPS man came down from the stage into the audience and asked guys to get him hard by jerking him. When he was good and hard, he went back on stage and stood to the side and jerked like the first guy.
There were four more performers, and each one did more or less the same thing. They used a lot of the same characters we used--cowboy, soldier, football player, and policeman. When everybody had stripped and was hard, they lined up facing the back of the man in front of them. They bent over and ass-fucked each other on the stage. They pulled out in time to come for the crowd.
While this was going on, guys all over the room were doing stuff to each other. Some were giving blow jobs; others, hand jobs. A couple of guys were sitting in the laps of other guys, so I assume they were ass-fucking, too.
Jody reached over and started rubbing my cock. I took his cock in my right hand and Chip's in my left, so all three of us were being taken care of. Chip came first, then Jody, then me. It was probably just my imagination, but I thought I could smell the odor of cum in that place. There was enough of it pumping out for me to smell it, anyway.
It was after two when the show was over. I introduced Chip and Jody, and Chip asked if we were interested in a party he knew about.
I looked at Jody to see what he thought, and he nodded. "Yeah," I said. "We'll go."
He told us where it was, which wasn't more than a couple of blocks away from the club. The house was big, grand even, on a large wooded lot, which is very rare in New Orleans. We drove up the driveway and went around back to the pool. There were maybe thirty guys out there, all naked. A guy came up and greeted Chip. His name was Paul, and that was his party. Chip introduced all of us, and Paul said the only rule of the house was that we had to get naked. All three of us obliged. I had figured this might be like that, so I had left my wallet and keys in the car. I had one of those remote door openers, and I put it in one of my boots.
We went into the den for a drink and for something to eat. The house was nice, but I don't think it was as nice as my house. I don't know. Most of the guys looked like they were in their twenties, but there were a few older men there, too. One of them was playing the piano in the living room, and some guys were singing and others dancing. In another room a few guys were shooting pool. Some guys were in a room watching a porno on TV. They were all hard, and a couple of them were necking.
Chip said he wanted us to go upstairs and get to know each other better. So he and Jody and I climbed the stairs to a large bedroom off the hall on the right. Chip closed the door but didn't lock it. Chip pulled back the covers on the large bed, and we sat in a circle, legs crossed Indian-style.
"I wish I had thought to bring my smokes," Chip said.
"Me, too," I responded.
Jody held up his pack of Marlboros and said "tah-dah!" We found an ashtray and lit up. We made the usual small talk: where are you from? what do you do for a living? Any hobbies? Bullshit. Chip was from Chicago and worked for a local branch of a Big Eight accounting firm. He had passed his CPA about six months before and was unwinding from a hard week during tax season. Jody said he was a student, which went unchallenged by Chip, and I said I was trying to break in to the entertainment field, as part of a band.
In a little while we got around to why we had gone up there. Chip made the first move. He put his hand on Jody's thigh first, and then the other one on mine. He started rubbing. I leaned over and kissed him deeply on the mouth, and I took Jody's cock in my hand at the same time. Pretty soon we were all over each other. Chip sucked Jody's cock while I rimmed Chip's asshole. I got a lot of tongue into him, and he started moving like he was fucking. Jody worked himself around to take my cock in his mouth, and we had a nice little oral daisy chain going. Jody got loose from Chip's mouth and moved behind him to his ass. I got under Chip, and we 69ed while Jody fucked him from behind. In a few minutes, we all came.
Everybody was still hard, so we wiped off Jody's cock and did it all again, this time with Chip in my ass, me on Jody's cock, and him on mine. It took us longer this time, but we came harder than the first.
After the second time, we smoked and rested. Then Jody went after my nipples, I worked my cock into his ass from underneath him, and Chip squatted on my face to let me at his ass again and Jody at his cock. That time took a good while, but we came like an exploding volcano. We were covered with each other's cum and very tired from the day and the exertion of the night. We snuggled together in the huge bed and fell asleep.
I woke up the next day around noon, with Jody's mouth around my cock. Chip was behind him fucking his ass, and his movements made Jody's mouth move up and down on me in a really nice way. We came, rested, and fucked again. We took a shower together in the bathroom off the bedroom, and we jerked each other off because there wasn't enough room to do anything else.
It was almost 1 o'clock when we went downstairs to find guys around the pool and in other parts of the house. We drank coffee and ate some of the danish that was piled on a big tray in the kitchen. Paul, our host, sat with us a while. He asked if we had had a good time, and, of course, we said we had. We left shortly after that. Chip gave each of us one of his business cards, we gave him our numbers, and we all promised to call one another.
When we got in my car, I asked Jody what he wanted to do.
"I don't know," he said. "We could hang out at my house, but my mom's sleeping. She has the night shift all weekend, and she has to sleep all day."
"You want to go to my house," I asked.
"Your parents won't mind?"
"No. They're not there," I said. I didn't feel like going through the whole story of how my parents were killed.
"Yeah, sure," he said.
Our house wasn't real far away, but it took us fifteen minutes or so to get there. We live in one of the nicest neighborhoods in the city, and I noticed Jody looking around at the houses as we got closer to home. We have a gate with an electronic lock on it. When I pulled into the drive and stopped at the control panel, Jody said, "Wow!" Then he asked,
"Is this your house, or does your mom work here?"
"No, this is my house," I said.
"How many people live here," he asked.
"It's just me and my two brothers," I said.
"Where's your mom?" I guess he figured everybody has only a mother.
"She's dead," I said. "So's my dad. They were killed last November in a plane crash. Now it's just the boys."
"Jesus, I'm sorry, man," he said.
"Thanks," I said. "We're managing."
Jody was very quiet as I pulled through the covered entry way to the house and around to the side where the garage is. We got out and went in through the service entrance. I had to use my code on the control panel at the door to de-activate the alarm system. Our maid, Ina Mae, didn't work on weekends anymore, so the house was empty. I assumed my brothers, Scott and Matt, were out doing their things.
"This place is too much, man," Jody said, admiringly. "What did your old man do, rob banks?"
I laughed. "No, but he owned a few." That was no lie. My dad was a lawyer, but he and my Uncle Matt, who was also killed in the accident and who was also a lawyer, owned all kinds of shit, including controlling interest in three banks. My brothers and I inherited all of that. But that's a story I've told before.
"You want a coke," I asked Jody. He said he did, so I got one for each of us. I asked him if he wanted to see the house, and he said he did. I showed him around, and he was suitably impressed. Then we went upstairs to the second floor. I showed him the rooms up there. Then I led him to the third floor, where we had our rooms. We each had a bedroom, a sitting room, and a bath. There was a fourth suite like that, too, but we didn't use it except for company.
When we went into my room, Jody couldn't control his reaction. "God-damn," he said, really impressed. I laughed.
"Okay. So now you've seen it. Do you want to leave?"
"Shit, why would I want to leave," he asked. "If I had a room like this, I'd never leave."
He looked around like a kid in a toy store. He spotted my desk, and I had my school books piled on it. There were several notebooks that said "Colton Academy--Home of the Cowboys" on the covers. He picked one up and leafed through it.
"This looks like high school shit to me. Colton Academy is a high school. Whose are these?"
I probably blushed. "They're mine," I said. "You caught me. I'm not twenty-two like I told you last night. I'm eighteen, and I'm a senior at Colton. I didn't want you to think I was some green kid. Besides, my ID says I'm twenty-two."
Instead of being angry that I had lied to him, he laughed. "Mine says I'm twenty-four," he said, and we both laughed.
I turned on the TV, took off my vest and boots, and lay down on my bed. Jody took off his shirt and shoes, and got in next to me. We ran through the channels, looking for something interesting. We finally found the NCAA basketball tournament, and that interested both of us. In a few minutes, though, we were both sound asleep.
We woke up around four. I put my hand on Jody's chest and started rubbing it. I found one of his nipples and made it hard.
"Let's take our pants off," he said. "I think something's about to happen." We both laughed and got completely undressed. I pulled back the covers to give us sheet to play on. I got up and got a towel, too.
When I got back in bed, Jody wanted to suck my nipples. In no time, my cock was hard as a rock. His was, too. I kissed him deeply, sharing plenty of tongue. I licked his neck and upper chest, and then I worked on his nipples until they were rock hard. I moved down his stomach to his pubes, and I took his cock in my mouth. I sucked him for a while, then I moved on to his balls. The skin of his ball sack was really tight and wrinkled like thick hide, and I licked it until his balls were all the way up into his body. Then I moved down a way to his ass. I tongued it deeply, and he moaned with pleasure. I stuck my tongue in as far as I could get it, and the taste was almost sweet.
"I want to fuck you," I said. He didn't say anything right away, but in a little while he asked why.
"Why do I want to fuck you," I asked.
"Yeah, why do you want to fuck me? Give me some reasons."
"Well, let's see. I want to fuck you because I think you're cute. You're pretty, and you've got a good body. It turns me on. It makes my cock as hard as steel, and I can't stand the tension without doing something about it."
"That's pretty good," he said. "Any other reasons?"
"Because I've been tonguing your ass for the last ten minutes, and I'm so horny I'm quivvering inside. My cock has been pouring out pre-cum for the last fifteen minutes, and because I really like you a lot. I want to be inside you. Also, I liked it a lot when I fucked you last night and again this morning."
"I like you a lot, too. You're a pretty cute guy, yourself. Have you noticed how hard my cock is? It's hard because you excite me. My nipples are hard, too. You really know how to suck them, you know that? That really turns me on."
"So, is it okay if I fuck you?" I liked that little game.
"Yeah," he said. I put his legs onto my shoulders, and I moved into position. I got the head of my cock in with little trouble. I was really leaking pre-cum, and it served as the lubricant we might have otherwise needed. In a second I felt his ass open, and, in no time, I was all the way in. I leaned over and kissed him again, licking his lips and probing with my tongue. Then I started moving. Jody matched my rhythm perfectly, and we kept it up for a good fifteen minutes. I felt his cock and balls on my stomach and chest, and I gently rubbed them with the trunk of my body each time I thrust in or out. Toward the end, the thrusting became more intense.
When we came, we both gasped out loud. When we were done, I collapsed onto Jody, my cock still in his ass.
"That was good," he said. "That was real good." He smiled at me, and I smiled back. We smoked cigarettes and lounged in bed for a long time.
"I'm hungry," I said.
"Me, too."
We decided to order pizza. The guy came in thirty minutes. I guess it was early for pizza deliveries, so we got it quick.
After we ate, it was close to 7 o'clock. We decided to go in a little early. We went to Male Call II on Elysian Fields, and I worked out harder than usual. My muscles really bulged, and I was proud of them. Jody did his usual routine, but I showed him a few of the exercises Alvin had shown me.
"You and I are going to have to go into Alvin's gym so he can put you on a definition program. You have good bulk, but you need to work on getting really cut."
"I'd like that," he said. "How much does it cost?"
"We can give him twenty bucks to check you out and give you a routine. You can do all the work at the clubs."
We showered and fucked like we had the night before. I was beginning to wonder if I'd have anything left for the ladies. We wiped each other down with shine lotion, and we lay down on a couple of cots to rest before the first show.
The shows went well. We each got four private shows, and we both made about five hundred bucks. Not bad for a night's work, especially that kind of work. When we were through, Jody asked if I was interested in another club like we had gone to the night before.
"Well, hell, yes," I said. We left the club and went to a place in Metairie. I noticed Jody didn't say anything about having to call his mom or anything like that.
This club was a good bit like the other one. We didn't take out our dicks, though. I watched the show and learned a few moves from a couple of the dancers. That really was a good idea. One of the guys had a snake tattooed on his dick, and the crowd seemed to love it. I had had a dye-tattoo of the same thing on my dick for about twenty-four hours, but everybody said I should have it taken off because it would scare women. It didn't scare men, obviously.
Jody and I were both pretty tired, so we left after the show. It was about 2 o'clock, and I asked him if he wanted me to drop him off at his house.
"I'd like to crash at your place, if you don't mind," he said.
"Hell, no. Glad to have you. But won't your mom worry about you if you're not there when she gets home from work?"
"Nick, I've got kind of a confession to make," he said.
"Yeah? What?"
"I lied to you about my mom. I don't really have a mom. At least not here. In fact, I don't really have a home."
This hit me like a sack of shit. I didn't say anything right away because I didn't know what to say. Finally, after a really long pause, I said,
"Where do you, like, stay?"
"Well, that's kind of a long story. Tony is my cousin, and he did get me this job. I've been working about three nights a week for the last month, and the money has been really good. I stay with Tony most of the time, but he lives with two other guys, and they're getting a little tired of me monopolizing the sofa in the living room every night. I've actually got a car, but right now it needs a new battery. That's all I've got. That and about four thousand bucks I've saved from working. That ain't bad, mind you. I want to get a place so I can have a home, but I guess I just haven't gotten around to it yet."
"Where's your mom," I asked. There were a thousand questions going through my head.
"Everything I told you about her was true up until about a month ago. She had been seeing this guy--Jack was his name--and he had been spending a lot of time at our place. Jack was pretty cool, but I knew he was seeing other women behind my mom's back. Anyway, one night I came home shitface drunk, and I dumped it into my bed. I passed out. My mom was working the night shift at the hospital, but Jack was there anyway. I don't know how long I had been in bed, but I woke up to find Jack's dick up my ass. Now, obviously, that ain't a big problem for me, but with Jack it was different. He called me a cunt and a pussy and an ass-boy, and I didn't like that at all. He came inside me, and I came, too. That was pretty embarrassing. The next morning I got up and went to school, but I couldn't concentrate on anything all day. I kept thinking about Jack. What if this guy married my mom? Would I be his pussy any time she wasn't available? He'd be my step-father, for Christ sake, and I couldn't have that. Plus, I wasn't really attracted to him. That might have been different. I've thought about that a lot in the last month. Anyway, when I came home from school, my mom was there by herself. I told her I didn't think Jack was good for her or for me, and that she should give him the boot. Well, she didn't react the way I hoped she would. She said he was the first man who had made her happy in years. She's only thirty-two, and she's got a lot of years left to be happy in.
"She must have said something to Jack when he got home from work later that evening. He called me out into the yard, and he said he wouldn't have any fag pussy like me telling his woman what to do. He beat the shit out of me in the yard. I got in a few good blows, but he was a hell of a lot bigger than me, so he had the advantage. I didn't hang around. I got in my car and pulled out. I drove around the city for hours, and I finally went to Tony's place. He was working, but one of his roommates let me in. I stayed there for four days, then I finally decided to go home and get my stuff. When I went home, the house was empty, except for my shit in my room. They had moved out. They had even taken my bed and my stereo and all the other furniture. I figured they had pawned it. I freaked.
"I went back to Tony's, and he and I went out to the lakefront to talk. I told him exactly what had happened. I hadn't told him everything before, but that time I did. He was really great. He said I could crash at his place as long as I needed to. My mom must have known I would go to Tony because three days later I got a postcard at his place from San Antonio saying she and Jack had no hard feelings toward me, but they didn't know when they'd be back my way. When I showed the postcard to Tony, he got furious. He punched a hole in the kitchen wall and said my mom was a no-good, fucking whore, just like his mom. They're sisters. The next day he got me the job at Male Call, and I've been at his place ever since."
"Man, that's quite a story," I said.
"Yeah."
"So, have you been going to school and all?"
"No. I quit fuckin' school. There wasn't nothing there for me, anyhow. I was taking three P.E.'s, an art, a course called 'Singing for Fun,' and something called 'Practical English.' Practical fucking English. Diagramming fucking sentences. Real fucking practical. I can barely read and write, man."
Again, I didn't know what to say. Finally it occurred to me.
"Why don't we look for an apartment or a house or something for you tomorrow? I mean, you've got some money. We could set you up really nice."
"That sounds good, Nick. Right now, though, I'm worn out, and I just want to get some sleep. You mind?" We were pulling into our driveway when he said that.
"I'm for that, too," I replied. We went inside, went up to my room, took our clothes off, and went to sleep.