Our Son's College Tournament: Chapter 7
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Chapter 7: Show Time
Part 1: The Green Room
"Are you nervous?" Aaron asked Leo as they parked in the employee lot behind the club. Aaron had offered to give them a ride and introduce him to Brandon. Aaron was one of the only guys with a car.
"A little." Leo said as he exited the passenger side and grabbed his backpack. "I'm a little excited too though." Aaron looked up and over the roof of the car at him, surprised.
"Really?"
"Yeah. It seems like it will be a big spectacle." Leo said.
"I'm excited about the cash!" Jake said as he exited the back seat, swinging his backpack over his shoulder as well.
"I know YOU'RE not nervous." Aaron said to him. "I still can't believe you're skipping a sorority house party for this."
"It's not like this will be my last visit. Maybe I'll transfer here next year." Jake said.
"You gonna be a frat bro now?" Leo said in a manner that indicated he didn't think much of frat bros.
"Maybe." Jake said, but he meant, 'yes, definitely.'
"All they do is talk about pussy while they're circle jerking in the basement watching porn." Leo said.
"You say that like it's a bad thing." Aaron said. They all laughed. Jake smiled to himself. 'You have no idea how right you are, Leo.' He thought.
"I think they're getting plenty of pussy AND jerking off." Jake said.
"Is that what you learned after one night in a frat house?" Leo asked but it wasn't really a question.
"Isn't the Lacrosse team just like another fraternity?" Jake asked, actually curious about how they really differed.
"We're bonded over a sport. That's not the same as some fake brotherhood." Leo said with an air of arrogance. "We don't all live in a house together jerking each other off in the shower." Jake wondered if Leo was just giving him shit or if that activity had actually gotten out somehow. It had to be the former.
"They're bonded over a love of beer and hot girls." Jake said. "Don't dis' 'em. It seemed cool to have some bros that always have your back. I used to have that."
"Whatever." Leo said. Aaron knocked on the back delivery door. One of the regular bartenders let them in.
"Hey, Aaron. Brandon's in the stock room." He said.
"You sure you don't work here?" Leo asked.
"He's just blown everyone here." Jake said laughing.
"Asshole." Aaron said and he wasn't kidding.
"Sorry, Bro." Jake said, instantly regretting the trouble his impulsive mouth was always getting him into.
"HE blew ME." Aaron said after they were no longer in earshot of him, and he reached back to high five Jake. Leo looked shocked.
"He must have a big mouth." Jake said.
"Nearly as big as yours." Aaron said in a way that was unclear if he meant for sucking cock or talking shit. Leo assumed the latter and laughed.
"You wish." Jake said. Aaron was tempted to say, 'I remember.' But decided to let it lie and not open that can of worms in front of Leo. He was surprised Jake had been cocky enough to have given him that opportunity, especially after he'd just annoyed him.
"Brando! Buddy! What's up?" Aaron said to Brandon when they reached the stock room. "Here are your two recruits. Brandon looked shocked to see Jake. Apparently, Aaron hadn't told him. "You know Jake, and this is his buddy, Eric's roommate Leo. He's broke and really wants to earn some bank tonight. You could give him the northwest cage - unless you've promised it to someone already. I know that one gets more attention 'cause it's by the side bar."
"No one's claimed it yet so it's all his." Brandon said. "Nice to meet you, Leo. So, you think you can dance?"
"I really need the cash. I'm gonna do my best, Sir." Leo said. He was always overly polite and respectful with adults. Brandon wasn't much older, but he was still in authority.
"You danced before?" Brandon asked.
"Just with girls at parties, Sir." He said. "But I know what to do."
"So you're straight?" Brandon said.
"Yes, Sir. We both are, but Aaron gave us some directions. We know what to do." Leo said.
"Jakey!" Brandon said. "How you been, Bro?" He added and came in for a hug.
"Wait, you know each other?" Leo said, shocked.
"Same hometown." Jake quickly added.
"I know all about this party machine." Brandon said. "I'm sure you'll tear the place up."
"Have you been here before?" Leo asked Jake.
"Nope. I didn't even know Brandon worked here until Aaron brought this up. Haven't seen Brandon since I was in high school. We used to work out at the same gym." Jake said. Brandon was getting the picture that Leo wasn't privy to Jake's past.
"We did work out hard back then." Brandon said knowing that would be interpreted completely differently by both of them. Jake shot him a look and Brandon laughed, making it worse.
"You look like you work out even harder now, Bro." Jake said, leaning into the subject. "You're fucking ripped as shit, Bro!" It was true. Brandon was even more of a physical god than before. He was wearing jeans and no shirt and had a well-defined six pack and biceps that were bigger than in his small town days. He looked even more like Captain America.
"Are these my new dancers?" Dix said, walking in with a box that read Petron on the side.
"Yup. This is Jake and Leo." Brandon said. "Boys: this is Dix, the bar manager. You're working for him tonight."
"Good to meet you, Sir." Leo said extending his hand. Dix smiled and shook it.
"I like you already." Dix said. Then he shook Jake's hand and Jake gave him his devilish grin. "Who's number three?"
"Oh, this is Aaron. He's the buddy I had recruit these guys on campus. He's not dancing." Brandon said. "He's just partying later."
"Good to meet you too. Thanks for the assist tonight. It's crazy around here. We really appreciate it." Dix said. "Haven't I seen you in here before?"
"Probably." Brandon said. "He's a regular." He smiled at Aaron.
"Ok, let's see what we're working with." Dix said. Leo and Jake just stood with confused looks on their faces and looked over to Brandon.
"Strip down, boys." Brandon said. "He wants to make sure you measure up for the job."
"We got a reputation to uphold here, boys." Dix said. "Gotta make sure you're as hot as advertised."
Leo still just looked around the room at the other three guys. Jake got the message. He pulled off his shirt and started to unbuckle his jeans before Leo caught on and tentatively followed suit. Jake stood in his boxer briefs and put his thumbs in the waistband to get completely naked when Dix interrupted.
"Whoa, buddy!" Dix said. "I like the enthusiasm but just down to your skivvies is good. We're not a fucking brothel here...despite how it feels some nights." Jake looked disappointed that he couldn't go the rest of the way. Leo looked relieved as he wasn't sure how far this strip show was intended to go either. He stood in his bright yellow boxer briefs too with his hands in front of his crotch. "Nice!" Dix added. "Turn around." He added and they both turned to show him their asses and broad shoulders. "Damn. Thanks, boys. Good work...what was your name again? Aaron?"
"Yup." Aaron said. They shook hands.
"Cool. Thanks again. Brando: put his name on the VIP list to get in with whoever he wants to bring, and he drinks on us tonight."
"Will do." Brandon said.
"Wow. Thank you, Dix." Aaron said. "I gotta get back but I'll see you all later when things are hopping." He added and left through the back door.
"Bring 'em down to the dressing room. The boys can show 'em the ropes." Dix said to Brandon. "Thanks again, guys. I'll have your money at the end of the night. You get two 20-minute breaks before bar time. The regular dancers will relieve you in the cages. Give Brandon your tips if you need to unload some during the night. You boys are hot as fuck so you're gonna clean up out there tonight." He added and then grabbed a case of Jim Beam and left the stock room.
"Follow me. I'll show you where you can change. Did you bring something to wear?" Brandon said and started walking. He didn't wait for a response. "There's plenty of stuff down there but tonight's supposed to all black and white"
"So no gold booty shorts?" Leo asked.
"Thought you hadn't been here before." Brandon said with a smirk.
"I've never been here." Leo said with some uncharacteristic incredulity in his voice. "Aaron told me. I asked what the...uniform was."
"Ah. Sorry." Brandon said. "Just hoping maybe you were playing for our team." He added and winked. Jake felt an odd tug of jealousy even though he knew Leo was completely uninterested. He was used to being the most desired person in the room. "The theme tonight is black and white. All of the staff will be in some version of a tux. You guys have to wear a tux bow tie and these white cuffs around your wrists with gold "CB" cuff links. The boys will show you what the options are. You need to be in the cages at 9:00. Doors open at 8:00 but we make a show of having you guys climb into the cages after there's some people here. Usually it's kinda dead that early but tonight should be packed from the time we open the doors. The velvet rope is long tonight and there's already Limos out there waiting." They walked down to the basement and along a long corridor, painted black to a black door that said "green room." "This is Jordan. He'll show you what to do. Show off what you got. Have fun! I'll see you later."
"Hey boys." Jordan said. He was a tall buff guy with short brown hair. His was dressed in only black leather booty shorts and the bow tie and cuffs. He was wearing black wingtip shoes with tall black socks that were connected to those old, retro straps that mid-century men used to wear to hold up with socks before the invention of elastic. Jake and Leo looked at each other. They both recognized them from old movies. Both of them were impressed with the level of detail that had gone into the event.
"Did you bring masks?" Jordan said. "We have a ton if you didn't."
"I don't have one. I'm just here for the weekend." Jake said.
"I brought this one." Leo said and pulled the Devil mask from his backpack.
"Damn. That's cool. You should use that one." Jordan said and then got an excited look on his face. "Holy shit. I've got the perfect thing to go with that." He added and rummaged through a box in the corner. He pulled out a butt plug attached to a back Devil's tail. It looked like a leather whip with a big arrow on the end.
"What the fuck is that?" Leo asked.
"A plug tail. See." Jordan held up the opposite end where there was a black wedged-shaped cone. Leo still looked confused.
"Are you straight?" Jordan asked.
"Um. Yeah. Totally. Seriously, what the fuck? How do you wear that?" Leo said.
Jake wasn't schooled in ass play paraphernalia either but was figuring it out. "Is that a butt plug? I've heard of those but never actually seen one. Is that how it stays in? That's actually kinda genius. No straps or anything." Jake said.
"Exactly!" Jordan said. "There's a whole box of 'em if you want one too. All different kinds."
"No fucking way I'm sticking anything up my ass - especially not one that's obviously already been in...god knows how many other asses." Leo said with his face scrunched up.
"C'mon. It'd be perfect! You have to. It completes the Devil thing! Seriously, you have to." Jordan said. "They're all sterilized. So, no worries there. The ends pop off. They go in the glass washer." That didn't help Leo. Now he didn't want to drink anything there either.
"Seriously - absolutely no fucking way. It will be fine without the tail." Leo was wondering what he'd gotten himself into now.
"I'll do it." Jake said.
"Do what?" Leo and Jordan both said at the same time.
"We can switch masks. I'll wear the Devil mask and the tail." Jake said.
"Awesome! That's perfect!" Jordan said. "Leo, you go pick a different mask out from the closet."
"I wanna see you come out of the closet." Jake said.
"Fuck off." Leo said and laughed. He decided that someone might recognize him in the Devil mask anyway so it would be good to wear something else. He was suddenly more self-conscious about being recognized and getting shit for this. "Fine. It's all yours." He said and handed it to Jake.
"The lube's over there." Jordan said pointing to large bottle on the table in the middle of the room. Jake looked at it and gave Leo a crazy look like, 'what did I just get myself into?' Leo smirked as if to say, 'you volunteered for that shit, Dude.'
"So it's black and white night. No gold shorts. Did they tell you?" Jordan said. "I have black satin shorts for you Jake. They're assless so your tail will work. I think you should be in old school white "Y" front jockeys - like Don Draper era Mad Men." He said to Leo. "It will show off your package and you'll get more tips. It'll be hot when you get hard too."
"When I what??" Leo said.
"When you're hard." He repeated and saw the frightened look on Leo's face. "Oh, honey. You really are a straight boy aren't you. Maybe it won't happen but we all get hard up there a couple of time a night - sometimes just random boners - you know how that is. It's hot showing off and having all those guys drooling all over you...and let me tell you, they're gonna be drooling over you for sure, honey. You are one fine piece of man. You both are. You're gonna be rolling it by the end of the night. Speaking of which. When you want to unload some of your cash just wave to one of us and we'll get you over to Brandon. He'll count it out and give you a ticket for the amount."
Jake and Leo looked impressed again. It all seemed very organized.
Leo found an elaborate green and purple and gold Mardi Gras mask. He and Jake stripped down to nothing. They each glanced over to check each other out. "Oh, lord." Jordan said. "You're gonna be rolling in it. Is that a lightning bolt?"
"Holy shit!" Leo said when he looked closer.
"You go a trimmer? I'm gonna get rid of this for tonight." Jake said.
"The lightning bolt?" Leo said.
"All of it. I'm shaving off my pubes. Shaving everything." Jake said.
"Why?" Leo asked, looking down at his own bush. He trimmed but it had been a while and his bush was thick and dense anyway so even when it was trimmed short it was still a big dark triangle.
"You should leave yours alone." Jordan said to Leo. "It goes with the old school briefs to have a big bush." Leo just nodded, happy he didn't have to do anything. "Wear these too." Jordan added and handed Leo several strands of multi-colored beads.
They heard the buzzing sound as Jake turned on the trimmer and stood naked in the middle of the room running the blades back and forth under his arms and over the center of his chest and finally above his dick. Then he held up his balls and ran the trimmer under his sac. He squatted his legs to get his entire taint. "Should I do my ass crack?" He asked, turning around and bending over at the waist to expose the golden-brown hair in this crack.
"Dude!" Leo said glancing over and then quickly looking away.
"Don't bother. You'll have the plug in." Jordan said. "You need help getting it in?"
"Um...maybe. No, never mind. I can do it." Jake said. He stripped down to nothing and pulled on the shiny black satin assless shorts. They barely covered his junk. He reached his hand down the front to adjust his manhood so that it was an impressive bulge. It was a good thing he'd shaved off his pubes because they would have stuck up above the low-rise waist band. He left the top button open. "How do I look?" He asked them. Leo shrugged without answering and then stripped down to nothing as well and stuffed his clothes into his backpack. He stood tugging on his dick to warm up his member.
"Those look great." Jordan responded to Jake. "You need someone to fluff you up before you go out there?" He asked Leo.
"Fluff?" Leo asked, looking confused.
"Yeah. You know? I can blow you for a minute to make you look...more impressive." He said.
"What the fuck?" Leo said.
"Is that a no?" Jordan said. "Just trying to help."
"I don't need any fucking help." Leo said, annoyed. Then he pulled on the tighty whitey jockey shorts and also reached in to adjust himself as though he were getting ready to pose for an underwear ad in an old JC Penny's clothing catalog. He looked down at himself. Then he looked at Jake. "Do I?"
Jake stared at his crotch and shrugged, trying to act cool even though being asked to look at this hot guy's junk was making his blood pressure rise and his bulge even more impressive.
"Honey, you look gooood in those. You got nothing to worry about. We're not all show-ers like Jake here. I was just offering to get the blood flowing...you know? If you're nervous. You seem nervous."
"So you'd just...just start sucking my dick? Like just to...what? Be helpful?" Leo said.
"Yeah. What's the big deal? You can just play with it a little too. Whatever works for you." Jordan said, not understanding why Leo found this strange at all.
"You'd just suck...like anyone?" Leo said, still confused that there were guys that would just suck a dick of someone they didn't even want to hook up with.
"Well not anyone, Honey." Jordan said smiling at him. "But you two? Any time you need."
Leo was silent, but his mouth was open and the look on his face just said, 'wow.' "Ok. Well, I think I'm good. When do we have to be up there? What time is it?"
"It's 8:40. We just need to wait until that light on the wall turns green and then you can go up."
Jake had grabbed the Devil tail and was slathering it with lube from the pump handle on the bottle. Then he squirted some out into his hand and reached back to stick his middle finger down his crack and into his butt. He arched his back to get better access. Leo was staring at him with a look of both fascination and anxiety.
"Fuck. You're really gonna do it?" Leo said.
"I'm gonna try. What have I got lose? If it's too weird, I just won't wear it. It would look pretty cool though, so I'm gonna try." Jake said and then slid the plug end of the tail down his crack until he found his slippery pucker. "Fuck. Here goes." He grimaced as he pushed it in. It had been a while since he'd had anything but Meghan's finger in his ass, but he'd been broken in by Aaron's monster, so he knew once it was in, he'd be fine. "Uuuugh! Fuck. That burns. Fuckin'...shit!" He added. Then his face calmed down as the fat end pushed through his ring. His face returned to normal and he relaxed. "Ok. It's in." He seemed pleased with himself, and he shook the tail, making it swing back and forth behind him.
"Wow." Leo said. "That is kinda cool."
"Ya think?" Jake said and turned around to show off his bare, round ass sticking through the opening at the back of his shiny shorts.
"Damn. What does it feel like." Leo asked.
"Like I gotta take a shit." Jake said and laughed. Leo laughed too. Then he reached out and grabbed the end of it and gave it a gentle tug. "Whoa, Dude!" Jake added. "Don't be fuckin' with it."
"You're gonna have to be careful. I'm not the only one that's gonna wanna grab it and see what happens." Leo said.
"How's it feel?" Jordan asked.
"Weird. But I'm getting used to it." Jake said.
Then they heard the clomping of multiple footsteps coming down the stairs to the basement. A few seconds later one of the other dancers came in with two other guys in tow.
"You guys must be cages three and four." Jordan said. "What's up, Skee?" Leo and Jake looked at each other as if they both wanted to know what kind of nickname 'Skee' was.
"Hey, girlfriend." Skee said to Jordan. Leo made a face. "These are indeed our other new recruits. This is Cameron and Michael." The two guys were a short, very buff blonde boy and a tall muscular black guy with a shaved head.
"This is Leo and Jake. Jake's the one rockin' the tail." Jordan said. Jake turned around and shook his ass.
"Nice jockeys." Skee said to Leo and patted his hand on Leo's chest which made him instinctively step back. "Jumpy."
"Sorry. I'm not used to being touched." Leo said. "By guys."
"You're bi guys?" Skee asked and smiled so that they knew he was joking.
"No, Sir." Leo said. Skee stuck out his lower lip as though learning Leo was straight made him sad. Leo just looked uncomfortable. He wanted to just get to the cage and get his job rolling.
"I'm Brad. Brad Jawarski" he said. "Nice to meet you boys. We only have a few more minutes. Guys: pick out a mask. I'll get your outfits. You boys can just sit down. You'll be on your feet for the next few hours." He added as he rummaged through the closet. "Oh. I guess you're stuck standing." He directed to Jake, laughing at the fact that Jake was unable to sit with his tail protruding from his crack. "Is that thing hitting your g-spot, Bro? Looks like you're already chubby. Did he already ask you boys if you needed fluffing? He's got skills. He's had a lot of practice. He asks everyone - the horny pig." He said, talking about Jordan and directing his comments to Jake and Leo. Then he turned his attention to Cam and Michael. "Here you go. Try these on. Jordyn can fluff you up too if you need it."
"Fluff us up?" Michael asked. Leo and Jake busted out laughing.
"He's great. You should definitely let him give you a minute or two of his time." Jake said, grabbing his crotch, making Michael believe he and Leo had just taken advantage of the service. Leo snorted trying not to laugh.
"He does have skills." Leo added, smiling and grabbing his junk through the thin white fabric.
Michael and Cameron stripped down in the middle of the room as though they were in a locker room without any self-consciousness. Jake noted that Michael appeared to be another example of the stereotype being true. His long, brown Johnson was like a baby's arm between his legs. He glanced over at Leo who was staring as well. They made eye contact and Jake made wide eyes at Leo, who gave him a tiny nod of agreement in return.
Then they both looked over at Cameron, who was also naked but turned around and bent at the waist trying to pull on his black shorts. He had the smallish ball sack of someone who'd taken too many steroids. Cameron turned around and Jake immediately assessed his bulge, or in this case, lack thereof. He was lucky he was in black, Jake thought. His body was thick and compact and defined though and his ass looked like you could bounce quarters off of it. He would be fun to watch regardless for those boys that like the body builder types.
"Here, let me just give you a little extra..." Jordan paused when he stopped in front of Michael and dropped to his knees.
"Inches?" Jake said, smiling his devilish grin. "It worked for me." Jake said and glanced down at his bulge again, indicating he'd received this free perk from Jordan earlier. "A mouth's a mouth, man."
Michael looked at him with skepticism and a little bit of fear. He just stood and watched as Jordan grabbed his waist band and pulled the front of his shorts down under his ample, loose scrotum. Jordan cupped his hand under Michael's balls and slurped his long, dark dong up between his lips and down his throat.
"Oh my god." Michael groaned as his thick, flaccid member disappeared completely into Jordan's face. "Oh my god! Mother. Fucker!" He closed his eyes and tilted his head back for a minute as Jordan worked. Jake looked at Leo and smiled and shook his head as if to say, 'can you believe he bought that?' Leo smiled back with wide eyes that indicated agreement. Then they looked back at the action. Michael's cock had responded to Jordan's talented mouth and was even bigger and longer. Jordan pulled almost all the way off, leaving just Michael's fat cock head in his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it and Michael's knees buckled in response to the pleasure. His boner stuck straight out and curved downward. It was shiny with Jordan's spit.
"Fuck." Leo said under his breath.
"Damn, Dude. You like that shit!" Jake said staring at the new tent in Leo's white jockeys. Leo blushed and moved his hands in front of his bulge to hide it.
"I can't help it. I've never watched anybody get a blow job in real life... besides me." It seemed like he was trying look away but couldn't manage to.
"I get it, Dude. It's fucking hot watching somebody get boned - watching their body respond to their pleasure. Dicks got a mind of their own, Bro." Jake said trying to make Leo feel better about his arousal.
They both looked over at Cameron. The action had given him wood as well. His tent was more impressive than any of them expected. Maybe it was the anticipation of being next in line for the fluffing. This was nothing new for Jake to watch, but his semi had gotten even chubbier.
There was a loud buzzing sound and suddenly the room was filled with the glow of the green light on the wall.
"Show time, boys!" Skee yelled. "I'll bring you up. The DJ's gonna introduce you guys and then you all climb up into the cages at the same time. Have fun and dance your hot little asses off!" Michael stuffed his erection back into his shorts, noticeably frustrated.
Skee went to the stairs and looked back to see that all four guys were in line behind him.
"Let's roll!"
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Part 2: Eyes Wide Open
"Holy shit! That was awesome!" Will said once they were in the front door of the club. As soon as they'd gotten in the back of the line, the bouncer got their attention and waved them up to the door. "You two are on the V.I.P. list. Give me your wrists. This band gets you open bar all night." Will and I looked at each other, stunned and all of the hot young college boys near us in line groaned with jealousy. "Are they somebody famous?" I heard one of them ask his friends. "Who'd you have to blow to get that sweet deal?" Another guy yelled. I wanted to say, 'the bar manager and the bartender who looks like Captain America', but I decided to let them think we were celebrities of some kind instead. "Damn. they're hot for old guys." We heard as we walked in. While still a compliment, it didn't exactly feel like one.
We couldn't just wear our leather jock straps in the Uber so we both had jeans on. I'd told Will he wasn't allowed to wear chinos to the club, even if he was going to take them off eventually. Fortunately, he'd brought jeans. Mine were black so were fine to meet the black and white theme, The bouncer looked Will over at the door. There was a big sign at the entry that said, "formal attire or costumes required. Street clothes not allowed." Will unzipped his faded blue jeans to show the waistband of his red leather jock. "Just for the Uber ride." He'd said to the bouncer who finally let us in. I don't think that would have worked had we not been on the list.
The host had apparently been instructed to find us. "You two: come with me." He said. He was a handsome platinum blonde boy dressed, head to toe, in all white - a white suit, white shirt and tie, and shiny white patent leather shoes. It felt like Gabriel welcoming us at the pearly gates. This was all someone's idea of heaven, no doubt.
He brought us through the crowd to the side bar where we spotted Brandon. He looked amazing. He'd been working out hard and was leaner and more ripped than the last time he'd been naked in our apartment. He was wearing black satin pants that hugged his round ass and were slung low on his hips so you could see the well-defined "V" of his torso as it pointed down toward the beer can dick we knew was inside. He was shirtless but had on tuxedo cuffs and a bow tie like a Chippendale dancer. His haircut was the hipster style of nearly shaved on the sides with a floppy pompadour on top - and he was rocking a mustache above his pearly whites. He smiled and gave us a salute from his forehead. I noticed his pits were shaved which accentuated the definition and veins in his mighty guns. He was busy so we didn't stop. "Back here, guys." Gabriel said, waving us on.
We followed him down a long hallway. We were passed by several other bartenders all dressed like Brandon and all equally hot, carrying cases of various varieties of liquor or tubs of ice. This was a well- oiled machine tonight.
"Hey there, my hot daddies!" Dix said loudly as we entered his office. "Thanks, Gabe. You better get back to the door. How's the line look?" He added to the host.
"Long and hot, DIx." He said.
"Excellent. Just how we like it." Dix said and the host left and shut the door behind him.
"Wait, is his name actually Gabriel?" I asked.
"Uh...yeah. Why?" Dix said.
"Nevermind." I said. "Great to see you! Management looks good on you." He hugged us both and reached around and squeezed each of our ass cheeks and kissed us on the mouth.
"Same. You guys are looking well as well." He said. "Especially, you, Daddy Will. You been hittin' the gym hard. What do you weigh now?"
Before Will could answer I interrupted. "Are we ok just wearing these in here tonight? We didn't know what the theme was so only got masks." I asked unbuttoning my jeans and showing off my jock.
"Abso-fucking-lutely. That's hot. And it's black. Show me your masks." Dix said.
"Can we leave our clothes in here?" Will asked.
"If it means you'll be stripping down to change at the end of the night?" Dix said, smiling.
Will and I stripped out of our clothes and folded them and put them on the end of Dix's desk. We put our masks on. Mine was a wolf mask with big ears and actual fur and a realistic nose with whiskers. It stopped at my upper lip but I'd also purchased animal teeth. I had furry gloves that looked like paws with long nails but otherwise only had on my leather zippered jock and the black leather harness at my chest.
"Damn. That's fucking hot - especially with your long hair. And Will. You're everybody's fucking fantasy man." Dix was referring to his fireman's hat. "Show me your hose, Daddy!" We laughed. Will just had one of those small masks that covers your eyes. It was also red.
"I wish I had a better mask, but a gas mask's not very sexy." Will said.
"Oh, shit! I've got the perfect thing." Dix said and starting texting on his phone. "We've got some costume shit downstairs in the green room. Since you're in red, we have devil ears and a plug tail and a big trident staff." He added. "If you wanna switch. And we have an ass load of tails. No pun intended. There's gotta be a dog one that you could wear with the wolf mask."
Will and I looked at each other and shrugged. "You might want something in there to stretch you out a bit for later." I said to Will.
Dix started to laugh. "You hoping to score some of Brandon's fatty?" Dix said. Will blushed.
"You know about that?" I asked.
"Not firsthand, but he's hooked up with a couple of the staff and word got around about his...girth." Dix said. "I'm a little jealous you're familiar, but I assumed that's how you knew him."
"It's a beer can. Seriously." I said. Will nodded continuing to blush.
"Well you need this Devil tail then for sure." Dix said.
There was a knock at the office door.
"Hey Jordy. Thanks." Jordan walked in carrying the box of butt plug tails and another with masks on top. We couldn't see his face. He set it down on the desk.
"Who are these fine specimens?" Jordan asked looking Will and up and down like we were meat at the butcher counter.
"Old friends." Dix said. "Jordan - This is Will and Matt." We shook hands. He was dressed like the bartenders but had very short shorts on instead. Both his nipples were pierced as was his navel. I wondered if he had a Prince Albert as well.
"Friends?" Jordan said with air quotes.
"Don't be fucking rude." Dix said with authority.
"Sorry, Boss." He replied and looked at the floor.
"Sorry about him. So, check these out." Dix said rummaging through the box. "Where's the Devil tail?" Dix asked Jordan.
"Oh, one of the cage boys is wearing it. He brought a Devil mask. It looks awesome." Jordan said.
"Oh, damn. That sucks. Well, here's the furry dog tail. Shit. I don't have lube in here."
"I brought that up too." Jordan said. "And we have this collar and leash too." He added holding up a black leather dog collar with a row of pointy steel spikes and three-foot black leash. I smiled. That was perfect.
"Nice. You've redeemed yourself." Dix said to Jordan.
"Well, when you said to bring the tails, it only made sense." He said.
He handed it to me. I lubed up the tail and then reached back to lube up my hole.
"You need any help?" Jordan asked.
"Dude!" Dix said sternly. "You can go now. Thanks." Jordan nodded contritely and turned and left but smiled at me on his way out.
"He's a character." I said as I stuck my middle finger into my hole.
"This place is full of 'em." dix said laughing. It's like a circus - especially tonight. We've been planning this for months.
"It seems really organized, Dix." Will said.
"Thanks."
I pushed the tail in. That first fat thing always burns a little. I'm sure I made a face. "Ah. There it is. It's in." I turned and shook my ass.
"Fuck. That's so hot!!" Will said with obvious enthusiasm. Dix laughed.
"Should I leave you two alone." Dix asked rhetorically.
"Absolutely not." I said, smiling at him. "This party looks awesome, but we're here to see you."
"It makes me so happy to see you guys!" Dix said. "Unfortunately, it's gonna be a crazy night. Can you stick around til bar time?"
"Definitely." Will said. "Go. Do your job. We'll get out of your way."
"Alright. See you guys later. Anything you need is yours. The whole staff knows how to take care of the VIPs." Dix said. Then there was a knock at the door and another Chippendale bartender walked in. He looked us up and down and smiled.
"Thank you!!" Will and I both said at the same time and left Dix to his duties.
"Let's go get a drink from Brandon." Will said, gently tugging on my tail and then slapping my bare ass.
It was weird to be in a crowded bar in only a jock strap; feeling the cold air on your bare skin in public is an incongruous sensation, but the weirdness wore off by the time Brandon handed us our drinks.
"You guys look awesome!" Brandon said as he handed us two beers.
"You're even more ripped than before." Will said and I could practically see the drool running down his chin. I had fixated my gaze on the bartender behind him though who was dressed as a rodeo rider with a black cowboy hat and black leather chaps and a hot pink jock strap. His ass was covered in dark brown fur. He turned around to show me how that same fur was trying escape sides of the full, pink pouch. He had on a black leather vest but was otherwise bare-chested and it was a fine chest at that - muscular pecs dusted with the same brown fur that covered his ass. He had dense, furry pits that blended right into his chest hair and were already a little matted with sweat. His vest was open so we could see his dark nipples. They were standing at attention like you could connect battery charger clamps to them. He looked like he was closer to our age - at least mid-to-late thirties.
"Just part of the job." Brandon said about his increased workout routine.
"You enjoying the view over there?" Will asked when he noticed what I was staring at.
"How come he's the only bartender who gets to deviate from the dress code?" I asked Brandon as if that was the reason I was staring.
"He's on loan from the Eagle down the street. It's a leather bar. We didn't have enough of the tux stuff. Dix said he could wear whatever he wanted as long as it was black. He got close." Brandon said laughing. "Hey, Teddy. Meet my buddies, Matt and Will. Take good care of 'em tonight. They're admiring your costume."
"It's just what I wear every night." Teddy said. He smiled at us and nodded and bent down to grab four beer bottles from the stainless steel beer cooler under the back countertop. All three of us stared at his ass as he squatted down in his black cowboy boots. His ass crack was a dark black line of dense, matted, sweaty fur. 'I bet you can't even see his hole', I thought to myself and suddenly wanted to try to find it with my tongue. I felt the blood flow to my dick. I wanted to bend him over the bar and fuck him - but only after Will or Brandon had filled him up with some slippery warm spooge first. We clinked our bottles and took a big gulp and waved a temporary goodbye to Brandon.
"To the dance floor!" Will said.
Part 3: The Dance Floor
Jake was dancing in the cage. He'd never really danced before but he was really enjoying himself. He wasn't sure if he was good at it or not, but the guys watching seemed to be smiling at him, so he was gaining confidence and being more and more creative. He loved just thrusting his hips around to the beat and grabbing his own junk to tease his onlookers. It was liberating in a way he'd never experienced before.
He knew - or at least thought he knew, based on Aaron's sleuthing, that his dad and Matt would be there tonight. He wasn't sure why he wanted to see them there so badly, but he did. He thought of them as old guys. Although not that old. Matt was still hot as fuck to him, but they weren't hip. At least his dad wasn't. His dad was a dork. He couldn't really even figure out what Matt saw in him although objectively, he was good looking, he'd guessed. People said Jake looked like Will so that meant he had to be handsome. Jake wanted to see them when they weren't being dads.
He also wanted to be away from Brett. He didn't trust himself around Brett. He was a little freaked out about how he had just let himself get carried away with Brett last night - and again this morning. Brett was a distraction. He needed to not be tempted. The irony of being in a bar full of mostly horny college boys who were now lusting after him as he danced was currently lost on him.
The thrill of having guys admire him, however, was not lost on him. Jake was in his element. He felt like he was in control of every guy who was watching him - like he had them by the balls. It gave him energy - and blood flow. He'd been trying not to reach full erection. He wanted to stay nice and chubby though. When his cock started to expand, he'd start looking around the room for his father. When he felt his dick relax, he'd go back to scanning the dance floor just to see how crazy the costumes were.
And they were crazy. There were too many spidermen to count. Most of them were buff guys who filled out the spandex impressively. The Avengers in general was a common theme. There was a bare-chested Dr. Strange, a bare-chested Iron Man - which made no sense, a bare-chested Hawkeye, and at least six Thors who were obviously bare-chested. The majority of the customers had gotten the memo and were more appropriately dressed in formal tuxedos with a wide variety in the amounts of exposed skin they revealed. It seemed like no one was wearing a shirt under their black jackets with satin lapels. Some were sleeveless, some only wore vests with nothing underneath, some had formal dress pants with the ass exposed. Others wore black spandex below the belt. A significant number had on only black jock straps and tux jackets with a bow tie. Jake's favorites were the traditional Scottish kilts. He knew the standard was to go commando underneath, so he spent a fair amount of his gestures trying to coax those kilt models to lift up their bulky fabric to prove it. It caused a commotion on the dance floor and prompted other guys to start checking for themselves. Jake loved the power he was suddenly wielding.
He looked over across the dance floor to watch his partners in crime. As it turns out, Leo can dance. Leo wasn't sure of his own abilities, but was enjoying himself in the cage. In addition to being amazed at the variety of costumes, he was shocked at how much he liked being admired. He had a small group for college boys all standing around the base of his cage watching him. The feeling was exciting him and that excitement included a prominent erection. When he first started getting chubbed up, he blushed and was embarrassed. He wanted to climb out of the cage and down to the dance floor to run away and hide. He'd started to dance with his arms crossed in front of his junk to hide it as much as possible. But once the boys dancing at his feet noticed, they started smiling and whispering to their friends who all looked right at his crotch. Instead of laughing and pointing, they smiled and cheered and grabbed their groins. Leo started to feel more comfortable and eventually moved his arms above his head to fully show off his hardon that was poking dramatically at the thin white cotton fabric - his thick dick head stretching at the edge of his leg hole.
One of the boys reached up with a five-dollar bill. Leo turned his back to the boy and dropped to a squat and sat his ass on his heels. The boy groped Leo ass cheek and tucked the currency under the thick piping around his right leg opening, his finger grazing Leo's taint. He felt a tingle of electric pleasure course through his body. This prompted four other boys to pull out cash and wave them in the air to get Leo's attention. He dropped to his knees and sat on his heels and leaned back, exposing his tight, lean abs and showing off his dense dark pits as he thrust his hips up at them, making them cheer and try desperately to reach his leg opening to stash their cash. Boys were reaching in to tuck bills in the waistband across the back of his ass.
He was raking in cash but was also starting to feel anxious at the number of hands on his body - more hands than had ever touched him at one time. He stood up and started dancing again as he smiled and nodded at the horny boys below him.
As Leo stood up, he caught Jake's eye in the cage in the opposite corner. Jake held up a wad of cash and nodded over to the bar indicating he wanted to unload some dollars. Leo smiled and nodded back. Jake put his feet up on the horizontal bar and hung from the roof of the cage, thrusting his bulge right at Leo. Leo laughed and turned around and bent at the waist and reached between his legs to give Jake the middle finger straight up against his crack.
Jake laughed and quickly mooned Leo which garnered a roar of cheers from the boys on the dance floor. They started to chant "moon" to Leo who finally turned back around to flash his own pale round cheeks to the crowd as he pulled down the waistband of his white jockeys. ___
Will and I worked our way onto the crowded dance floor holding our beers above us. I felt the tug of random guys grabbing my furry tail, but thankfully no one tugged too hard. Each time, it sent a jolt of pleasure through my pelvis. I felt a tingle in my nut sack and a tickle in the underside of my dick. College boys were grabbing my hairy, bubble ass and yelling, "daddy!" In my ear. I was suddenly wondering why I'd ever thought wearing a jockstrap to a bar was in any way a good idea. Young hot guys were smiling at us though. At least they weren't pointing and laughing or rolling their eyes.
It wasn't like we were the only ones though. There was another guy on the dance floor who looked like he was still in high school, wearing a white dinner jacket, white shirt, black bow tie and cummerbund with just an old school Bike Jock from the waist down. It was like he'd been pantsed at prom. His ass was pale and hairless like he'd just come from gym class in 1980 earlier that day. He looked like the porn star Will Braun in his thick black nerd glasses. I could practically smell his sweat and piss by looking at the stained jock. I suspected it had been intentionally made to look used but the effect was working on me - a stark contrast between the formal tux and grunge below the belt.
The collection of a dozen or so mirror balls on the ceiling were all lit by only white light tonight, instead of the multicolored lights before, making the place look like we were in the midst of a swirling, sparkly snow storm. The contrast between the chilly lights and the half-naked sweaty bodies all gyrating to the ridiculously loud thumping club music, was a dizzying sensation.
Will and I danced for what felt like a half hour at least, getting hot and sweaty ourselves. The anonymity made things extra hot and mysterious but the masks were also hot as fuck - and not in the good way. I couldn't see that well and had sweat dripping from my temples down the sides of my face. It was running along my jaw and into my ears. I needed a break.
The advantage of the masks was that I could even more openly just gawk at guy's bodies - their sweaty chests, their asses, their pulsing bulges.
Suddenly, a blonde guy walked right up to me and grabbed me by the metal circular ring at the center of my harness and pulled me toward his face. He was wearing a full tuxedo but without a shirt and a white phantom of the opera mask that exposed his mouth and left eye. That exposed eyes was made up with black eye-liner and sparkly eye shadow so it as concealing as a mask. All I could see was the piercing blue of his eye. It was smiling at me; I could tell.
He brought his mouth to mine and kissed me. He shoved his tongue in my mouth and the noses of our masks touched and prevented us from really locking lips into a deep kiss. His tongue played with mine and then he leaned to one side and licked the beads of sweat from my jaw line and yelled, "WOOF!" in my ear as he gripped my balls through my leather jock. He backed away and tugged on the zipper without actually opening my fly and winked at me.
Then he did the same to Will. It was hot watching this stranger stage a tongue battle with Will. Then he leaned in to his ear as well and grabbed his firm, right glute, giving it a solid squeeze before releasing it and turning to walk away.
Will and I looked at each other. He was aroused inside his red leather jock. Our waist bands were thankfully wide and high which gave us plenty of room for our manhood to expand and remain hidden, but I could see the top of his waist band was pulled away from his abs just a tiny bit. His banana cock was doing its best to thrust forward from his body.
I knew the feeling. The hot boys dancing around us had finally been too much for me as well. I'd gotten an erection and momentarily panicked that everyone would be able to tell but my boner just expanded straight up against me toward my navel and remained hidden under the thick black pouch.
I had sweat running down my ass crack which formed sort of a constant lube around the black rubber butt plug at the end of my furry doggie tail. My sphincter retained its tight grip though. The paranoia of having someone yank it out was preventing me from being completely relaxed. Focusing on the hot bodies around me was my best distraction until the phantom showed up.
Will shrugged as if to say, "what the fuck was that?"
I shrugged as well and then grabbed him by his metal harness ring and planted my mouth on his as well. He only had on a red mask that covered his eyes to it was easier to go deep with my tongue and really make out. He reached his hands around and grabbed both my hairy ass cheeks and then grabbed a hold of my furry tail and gave some quick thrusts like he was fucking me with it - shoving the plug in just a little further.
Each thrust sent electricity through me and I felt precum drool out into the leather pouch. It made the cold metal of the zipper inside slide easier against my sensitive cock head. It felt amazing. I was getting so horny.
"I WANT YOU SO FUCKING BAD!" I yelled into his ear.
Will pulled back and smiled and punched my nipple. Then he nodded over his shoulder indicating we should take a break from the crowded dance floor.
"Do you know that guy?" Will said once we were far enough from the dance floor speakers to better hear each other. I shook my head.
"I don't know anyone here - except Dix and Brandon." I yelled back into his ear.
"And Leo." Will yelled. How could I have forgotten. I'd texted Eric before we got in our Uber to check on him. He was staying in of course to focus on tomorrow's final matches. He hadn't talked to Jake all day but heard he was going to a big party at a sorority house that night. I still couldn't picture him trying to pick up college girls but imagined that the game of pursuit and the thrill of attempting to seduce someone pushed his control button. We all knew he liked that. Maybe he'd just figured out that that feeling didn't discriminate based on gender.
Eric told us that Leo was working as a go go boy at Cell Block tonight. He asked if we were going and we decided to fess up. It wasn't like Eric cared. He told us to watch for him. I'd said, we'll all be in masks so won't likely know which one is him. Eric had laughed. "He wearing a cool Devil mask. Big gold horns. And I've never seen it, but I'm guessing he can't dance worth shit." I laughed and said we'd keep an eye out for him.
Seriously, how could I have forgotten this fact? The idea of Eric's hot roommate dancing in one of the gold cages had given me a partial woody when Eric said it. I'd been trying to be cool all weekend, but Leo was so hot and so naturally cool that I felt I'd been obviously fawning.
Will had definitely been fawning. He was even more smitten than I was - and he was not hiding it well. I noticed Jake smirking at how embarrassing Will was, laughing at Leo's jokes like a cheerleader at the quarterback. I gave him shit about it and he, hilariously, acted as though he had no idea what I was talking about. Then one minute later, he added, "but he is a pretty good looking kid." No shit, Sherlock. Like that had just occurred to him? If Will had been wearing panties he'd have thrown them at him.
That all reminded me to look at the cages. We were at the side bar waiting for Mr. Pink Jockstrap to get us another beer. I turned around and saw a tall, slender, but very fit dancer in an elaborate Mardi Gras mask dancing in tighty whities - and not just any old pair of Calvin Kleins. This guy had on "Y" front jockey shorts like my dad used to wear. I remember trying his underwear on as a kid. Well, not a kid. A horny young teenager who'd just discovered masturbation and was fascinated with becoming a mature man like my father who was constantly walking around our house in just his "Y" fronts and a V-neck undershirt.
I was probably twelve at the time. I'd hit puberty early - at the tail end of my eleventh year and was jerking off like a monkey in the zoo. I remember Will and I had discussed our early masturbation experiences. He'd bloomed later and had jerked off with his brother and cousins. I was completely on my own since I was so young. I had to wait until summer camp at thirteen to find my first buddy.
I would put on my dad's jockeys and parade around thinking they made my bulge look so much bigger - big like his. I loved how the fly opened and made a gap when they were loose. I would jerk off into them and leave them in the laundry hamper. I wondered, years later, if my mom ever found them and assumed my dad was jerking off into his underwear and what that would mean for them. Did he get in trouble with her? Did it get him laid because she found it hot or felt bad that he had to jerk off?
He told me he still jerked off when he gave me "the talk" when I was thirteen. He didn't know he was two years too late, but I played dumb and let him tell me all about what it would be like when I'd get so horny I'd need to "blow off some steam". I just point blank asked him if still did it. I wasn't sure if it was just a teenage thing that guys grew out of - or something you just never did after you got married and could have sex with your wife. I was so naive. I guess everyone is at that age.
So this lanky, super-fit guy dancing in jockeys was making my dick drool. I had just finally gone soft after the encounters on the dance floor so I already was leaking more. I was starting to worry that my leather pouch would start squeaking from the moisture. It was far too loud to notice, though.
Will grabbed our beers off the bar and touched my arm with the icy-cold bottle. It jolted me out of my trance and I looked over at Will who'd just discovered what I was staring at.
"God Damn." I read his lips. It could also have been 'hot damn', but that wasn't a phrase he ever used. This scene warranted it though.
There was a group of hot girls in jeans and cropped top shirts all gathered around the base of Jockey Boy's golden cage. They were obviously a bachelorette party. There were six of them. One of them had on a tiara and a cheap white veil. They were not dressed per the required dress code tonight, but I'm guessing that bachelorette parties can break most of the rules and still gain entry. There had been two of those groups the previous time we'd been there and they were treated like royalty.
They'd gotten his attention and he seemed far more excited to dance for them than the hundred or so shirtless boys who were also sticking dollars in his waistband as he squatted down.
He had dark black hair in his pits and the same dark black hair on his shins, but was otherwise hairless. His chest was defined but not bulky and he had a long eight pack with just a narrow dark treasure trail. I wanted to see his bush. You could see the dark mass of pubes through the thin white cotton. I wanted to will him to pull them down.
The girls had enticed him to show them his ass. He turned to show off a small but muscular backside. He put his legs together and slowly teased them by pulling down the back of his waistband to show off his smooth crack cleavage and then a flash of his entire ass. It was an athletic thing of beauty - narrow with deep dimples on each side. He flexed his butt cheeks and then pulled up his briefs. The girls and the boys at the base all cheered loudly. Will whistled with two fingers in his mouth. I never learned to do that. I'd always wished I could. Jockey Boy turned back around and was smiling at all the attention. His dancing was sexy but a little awkward. He was not a professional. They must have recruited other amateurs for tonight to supplement their usually crew.
Then the girls whispered to each other and all got in a line. They were facing us. We watched as they all simultaneously undid their jeans and pulled them down to mid-thigh. Then they bent over and showed Jockey Boy their asses. He smiled big again. A couple of girls slid a hand between their legs. I was picturing them running their middle fingers over the tiny triangle of fabric that covers their pussies. Maybe one of them even pulled it aside. Or maybe they tapped their little girl puckers at him. I felt more precum ooze out of my dick. Will glanced over at me again, also smiling. This place was crazy tonight.
Then the bachelorette faced the cage and we watched from behind as she pulled up her crop top and bra, flashing her breasts at Jockey Boy. We moved over to the side to get a better view. Her breasts were the amazing, perky C cups of a twenty-something bride to be. All of the girls were wearing plastic penises around their necks. She grabbed hers by the end and brought it to her mouth. It was only the size of a magic marker but she sucked it into her mouth and then slid it down between her breasts. She tweaked her own nipples and then pulled her top back down.
Jockey Boy had stopped dancing when he saw this happen and his bulge expanded. There was no denying it. The girl's obviously noticed this as well and after whispering to each other again, all stood in a line and pulled up their matching tops as well. They we all equally hot. They squealed and held their arms up and shook their breasts at him. Two of them were sucking on their plastic penises. One had her hand down her jeans as if she were fingering herself. It was like we were on the streets of Mardi Gras and Jockey Boy held all of the beads. This scene was too much for him. He'd sprung an instant boner, tenting the front of his white briefs.
"Holy shit!" Will yelled in my ear. "He's straight!" He went back to watching the scene and clapping over his head. I glanced over at his sweaty golden pits and his beautiful smile. Then I went back to staring at Jockey Boy. His erection was the new star of the show. He was embarrassed at first. Who wouldn't be? But the crowd went insane. The girls screamed like they'd seen Justin Bieber pull his dick out. The guys howled like their team had just scored a touchdown- or also like Justin Bieber had pulled his dick out.
Jockey Boy finally succumbed to the cheers and moved his hands from his crotch and showed off his tented bulge. The encouragement caused him to slowly start to thrust his hips and let his boner bounce. Then he turned and heard more cheers from they guys dancing behind him. He bent over and pushed his erection straight down so that it created a large "V" between his legs. Then he stood back and adjusted it toward his right thigh. The fabric was thin and we all knew he'd been circumcised. Then he grabbed his waistband and pulled down the front so that the wide black wedge of man bush was exposed and his boner stuck straight out. Then we went to back to dancing normally and held his hands out and wagged his fingers in a gesture that clearly said, "where are my dollars, people?!" There were more cheers and then a flood of green bills at his feet. He blew the girls a kiss and groped his stiff dick through the fabric.
Then we saw Jordan climb up into the booth and help Jockey Boy gather up all of his tips and he started dancing as Jockey Boy climbed down and walked over to the spot where we'd been waiting for our beer and handed his wad of cash to Brandon.
I scanned the cages again, remembering why we were looking in the first place. Leo was supposedly also dancing as the devil. I spotted him.
"WILL!" I yelled and when he looked over, I pointed to the cage in the far corner. "I THINK THAT'S LEO!"
"Will's eyes got wide as he spotted him too. He nodded his head in that direction and we worked our way through the crowd to the base of that cage. We'd missed this all night as I'd had my back to this corner, mostly. The only dancer I'd noticed was the little, muscly body builder next to us. He kept doing Arnold Schwarzenegger poses instead of actually dancing. He looked like you could bounce quarters off his ass, though.
The devil was hot. A different kind of hot than the others. His tight black shorts were pulled down so far, you could see the top of his ass crack and could tell he shaved his pubes. The shorts looked like they were being held up solely by his dick that was arched over his balls, making a dramatic bulge.
There was something familiar about him but he was shaved completely smooth. I'm not usually a fan of shaved arm pits - or shaved bush - at all, but there was something about the way he moved his body. He didn't have a defined six pack or rigid pecs, but his body was still very hot. He was kind of the hot boy next door type; the kind that looks hot even though they don't go to the gym all the time. And this guy had a confidence that was palpable. His body moved as though he knew you wanted him. It was fitting for the devil. He turned his face so that it appeared he was looking right at us, although it was hard to tell in the mask. The dance floor was packed.
He grabbed his junk and gave it a squeeze. The top button of his shorts was left open so I could see his smooth pelvis. He slid his hand down the front of his shorts until the exposed base of his dick fit between his middle and ring fingers. He shook his plump cock slightly beneath the shiny fabric which accentuated its movement inside his shorts. Then he slowly pulled his hand out and played with the area where his pubes would have been. He slid his hand up and over his entire chest, pinching his own nipples and tossing his head back in his own pleasure. He grabbed one of his golden horns and stroked it like a firm, curved erection, his bicep bulging. I wanted to lick his sweaty, naked armpit and feel the shaved stubble on my tongue. My cock surged again. Then he turned and shook his devil tail at us.
Fuck. Leo is even hotter than I'd been picturing. I would never have guessed he was so solid. He seemed lankier with his jeans and lacrosse jersey on. And I would never have pictured him as the type of shave off his body hair. He seemed too - I'm not sure what - not macho - just too masculine to be so groomed. This younger generation though - I don't understand their priorities. I'd wanted to see the thick dark hair on his head all over his body - at least in his pits and bush. Jockey Boy was more what I'd had in mind. Jockey boy wasn't confident like Leo the devil though. My stiff dick drooled even more.
"Leo's hot as fuck!" Will yelled in my ear.
"Just admit it. You've been fantasizing about sucking his dick since the first second you met him." I said.
"Fine. Guilty. But you've been drooling like he's a steak and you've been starving in the desert."
"I think you mean water." I said into his ear. Will looked confused. "Nevermind."
"I'll admit it. I don't care. That boy is sexy as fuck." Will said.
"I feel like we know him or something." I said.
"We DO know him." Will said.
"Yeah, but his body. I've never seen Leo naked...Almost naked anyway."
"You've been picturing him naked for three days now, though." Will said. A fair point, but my point was that this is not how I'd been picturing him - and I had been picturing him - just this morning as I soaped up my prick in the shower. I'd given myself a boner thinking about it and It was all I could do not to squirt a load out onto the tile in the hotel. I'd had to turn it to cold to get out safely. We had a mission today. No ejaculations. Apparently I'd had a similar twisted version of Eric's, "no nut" rule. Instead of "keeping my aggression", Will and I were "keeping our horniness."
It had worked. Literally every thing was making me horny. Maybe it was dangerous to be this horny tonight. What if nothing happened with Brandon or Dix? It's not like we'd actually let either of them know we were hoping to fool around. I laughed to myself. They had met us, though.
"What's so funny?" Will asked recognizing the amusement on my exposed mouth below the wolf whiskers.
"My mind is wondering all over the place tonight. I can't seem to concentrate on anything. I'm so...pent up." I said.
"Horny?" He asked. I nodded and smiled again.
"Same." He said and laughed. It's been one fucking day since I nutted. What the fuck?"
"We've been anticipating this party for a while I guess." I said.
"I wanna get shit started." Will said. "I can't wait until bar time. We don't even know what's gonna happen."
"Exactly." I said. "It's like I need an appetizer to make my hunger less distracting. I'm worried if I...you know..."
"Cum?"
"Yeah. That it won't be as fun. Or that I won't even want to stay." I said. "I wanna suck your cock. That would be hot and I wouldn't nut - at least in theory." I laughed. "I'm so horny I might just start shooting into this pouch and it's already fucking wet with precum."
Will busted out laughing. I looked confused at him. "I was literally just thinking that. I wanna suck your cock. I was just gonna suggest we go to the rest room. You think we can just tease each other a little and hold off?"
"As much as that sounds awesome right now, I might just shoot all over your face when you pulled my jock down."
"Jesus. You're that bad." Will asked.
"Not really - but almost. We can't be trusted to stop each other. You know?"
"That's fair." Will said. "I'm fucking hungry for it too though. We could find someone."
"You were the one that just lectured me about not wanting skanky stranger dick." I said with irritation in my voice as though this dilemma was all his fault now. That's how much "aggression" I'd apparently kept. I was cranky with horniness.
Will scowled at me. "I did not lecture you."
"You're right. I'm sorry. I'm just horny cranky. I want it to be the end of the night already. I'm ready to just hang out with Dix and Brando."
"I wanna suck HIS dick." Will said nodding up at Leo the devil.
"Yeah - no shit. We could take turns." I said. We both smiled at the thought. "I think he's literally the only one here who doesn't want us to suck their dick, though."
"Ironic." Will said. "And the dude in the jockeys."
"Oh my god. No shit! Can you believe that shit?!" I said. "That was so fucking hot."
"I've never watched someone be that straight, literally in front of my eyes before - at least that wasn't in a porno." Will said. "Just flash tits and ass, get boner. He's gonna be lucky to get out of here alive." He laughed hard.
"That poor groom. His bride's getting a piece of that dude tonight if she wants it...and it looked like she wanted it."
We both stopped at the same time and looked up at the Devil. He was staring right at us. He had his tail pulled up Between his legs and was pretending to stroke it like it was his cock. He was thrusting and gyrating his pelvis. Then he turned and bent over at the waist and aimed his tail straight down at the floor and stroked it. His ass was bulging out of the hole in the back of his black satin booty shorts. It was smooth and round and I could see the matted sweaty hairs of his crack peeking out around the edge of his black leather tail. I felt like I knew that ass. Had I seen Leo change clothes in Eric's room? I would have definitely remembered that. Maybe I was just very good at picturing it naked after purposely walking behind him several times at the tournament.
Then he stood up and turned again and looking right at us, he pretended to ejaculate and shoved the pointy end of the tail out as far as it would go as if it were a long stream of coal-black semen - exactly what you'd expect to emerge from the devil's cock.
I felt blood surge to my groin.
"We gotta get outta here." Will said.
"Let's go downstairs to the pub and see if it's mellower down there." I said.
Will clinked my beer bottle with his. Even that made me think of our stiff wet shafts touching each other's. I nodded and followed him. His ass in that red jockstrap. Damn. I looked up at the ceiling, at the glittery specs of starry lights and the pulsating, flashing strobes.
It wasn't working. Still as hard a fucking rock. It was going to be a long night.
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