The midnight black Porsche Carrera 911 Turbo purred at idle behind the strip club, waiting. The driver owned the place and was anxious for his favorite fuck to finish up his last set and final customer inside.
Set is probably overstating what the kid did. The boy was a dancer, exotic variety. The patrons shoved currency into his g-string as he danced by them. The ones who used the larger denomination bills got to feel his hard ass or his sculpted, muscular chest as he danced in front of them. A private session could be negotiated at $50 for each 10 minutes. Touching of a sexual nature was prohibited by law (unless initiated by the dancer in his dressing room, which the law didn't know about). After club hours, the dancers were free to negotiate any rates they wanted, including free.
On any given night, there were at least six young men dancing in the club; on weekends, it was over a dozen. The best ones didn't dance more than 30 minutes, being too busy back in their dressing rooms with some John willing to pay for fast pleasure. That's one of the reasons that he was waiting for Tyler. Tyler was a star here. Not only was he handsome and muscular, but he was nasty when sex was involved: nasty in the best possible definition.
Panther waited patiently in the warm car. Panther, of course, wasn't his real name. He'd been christened Willy, but he hated that name. Besides, Black Panther was what he was: sleek, black, muscular, and deadly.
The back door of the strip bar opened at exactly 2 a.m. and Tyler stood sillouhetted in the doorway, bright light pouring around him. The Porsche driver tapped the car horn sharply twice. Tyler gazed into the darkness to his right and smiled. His favorite man was waiting for him. Tyler was 22 years old, stood about 5'8" tall, and tipped the scales at 175 pounds of rippling muscle. His deep tan made his blue eyes sparkle. The bar owner flipped on the headlights to help Tyler find his way.
Panther leaned across the passenger seat and opened the car door slightly. The dome light came on, bathing his dark skin in subdued light. His black eyes lusted openly at Tyler. They'd been seeing each other regularly since Tyler auditioned for Panther two months before. The audition had been one of the hottest sexual experiences Panther had ever had, and he'd had more than he could remember. The numbers were easily in the thousands.
Each of the auditions at the club was done by Panther. He'd watch them dance, paw them like a customer would do to see their reactions. Then, he'd take them into one of the dressing rooms and perform as many sexual acts with them as he could think of. All of them ended with him fucking them hard and deep. Of course, he'd always tell them not to do any of the things they'd just done together in the private room. They would never know when an undercover cop might try to have sex with them and then arrest them for prostitution. "Always let the customer initiate the sex. If you do it, it's prostitution. If they do it, it's entrapment," he counseled them.
Despite Panther's many experiences with other men, Tyler had auditioned and taken Panther to new sexually pleasurable heights he'd not had before. Now each time that they were together, Tyler managed to make Panther cum so hard that Panther felt his toes, fingers, and nose tingle. Delightfully, Tyler was so adept that Panther would have multiple orgasms each night they shared a bed.
In any given evening that Tyler was working, he'd perform twice, once at 10 p.m. and again at 12:30 a.m. His g-string would be stuffed with bills each time he retired to his dressing room. Many times, customers would already be lined up at his door, drooling with lust for him.
Nearly all of his "paying customers" got a hand job ending in a shattering climax. But, it was the way he went about it that made him so popular. He could rub his ass trench along the length of any hard dick and get the guy so stimulated that the customer would spray a load all over Tyler's back in under five minutes. If that failed, Tyler would sit on their face and stroke them off while their hands played with Tyler's immense pecs, magnificent ass, or his very thick dick. If he had a bottom in his room, Tyler would rub his very thick, hard, precum-dripping dick across their assholes or press it hard against their ass trenches while the customer beat off. From any position, Tyler could make them cum and get their money's worth. His skills had them coming back for more, day after day in some cases. He treated them all as if each one were the hottest man he'd ever been with. Customer service was a very serious matter to him.
Tyler could hold off his climax all evening, no matter how many men he'd been with or what they did with him. He knew that his man Panther would be prowling around at the end of the night and Tyler would get the fucking of his young life. Each time they rolled into bed, it got better and better. Usually, Tyler took Monday and Wednesday off. Sometimes, it was Wednesday and Thursday. It really depended on when Panther was available. Those were the days and nights that they fucked for hours and only stopped because they needed to eat or piss.
Panther was 32, 5'11", 200 pounds of sinewy muscle. His monstrous dick was as thick as Tyler's at 6" around, but outdistanced Tyler's 7" dick at an incredible 11" of dark meat. Tyler had never had one that big before and probably never would again. Panther knew how to use it, too. Although Tyler could hold off all night with his customers, Panther could fuck a load out of his young, blond friend anytime he wanted to. Panther knew exactly how to hit Tyler's climax buttons.
The bar owner had a history behind him of exotic dancing and street hustling. From the tender age of 14, he'd been selling his body and especially his massive dick to any man with the price. By the time he was 21, he was on the circuit for high-priced call boys. Being arm candy paid well and especially well to the high rollers in Las Vegas, Atlantic City, or Monte Carlo. Even the gambling clubs in London had seen him.
With his monster dick, he was very much in demand, but, by the time he was 30, he wanted out. He wanted more out of life than hustling for sex. But, the only thing he knew was sex and what his male customers wanted. Fatefully, a friend of his from high school suggested that he open up a strip club for men who appreciated men. His friend set about finding the right location and showed Panther how he should run his new business. For that service, his old friend took $20,000 of Panther's first year receipts. It was the best money he'd ever spent. The fee was paid within two months of the club's opening.
Tyler tossed his bag into the foot well and slid into the warm car. He turned to the black man sitting next to him. "I made nearly a thousand tonight," he beamed.
Panther nodded and smiled slightly. "That's good," he said flatly. "You ready to service another customer?"
"You're not another custom, Panth. You're my man," he purred, stroking the black man's right hand. "You're the one who makes me cum. Only you fuck me, Boo."
Panther put the car in gear and roared out of the parking lot, laying rubber in two gears before he dropped his speed back. Getting a speeding ticket wasn't a good idea, especially when the cops were on his ass all the time about running a house of prostitution. He was just providing pleasure to lonely men, and they were grateful in a monetary manner.
At his condo, he rolled the Porsche into the garage and closed the door with the touch of a button. Tyler was about to leave his bag and money in the car, but then remembered that Panther was his employer and would be counting out the "receipts" and taking his share. Even though they had a torrid sexual relationship, business was business. Panther's two bouncers helped his dancers count their "tips" each night, taking Panther's share and putting it in the cash box before the bouncers made out the deposit slip and took the night's receipts to a night depository three blocks away.
Panther had a strict policy with his boys: no drugs and no cheating on tips. If you were caught doing either, he or one of the bouncers would rearrange the dancer's face, then show him the door and tell him never to come back under any circumstances. The bouncers were big and mean, but Panther had a sinister look about him that convinced his dancers. No one had ever tried to find out if his threats were in earnest. Monthly, the dancers were tested for drugs and sexually transmitted diseases (including HIV), but it was absolutely random. It could be seven weeks or one week between tests. Just because you had tests back to back didn't mean you couldn't get hit up for another test two weeks later. Universally, Panther's boys were clean and sober.
About half of the dancers were college boys. The college guys generally worked the weekends because they needed the money and the take was heavier then. Of course, all of them were gay. There was no chance they'd be straight after Panther used his 11" horsedick on them during their audition.
More than half of them wanted to get with him again. Panther obliged them, but not nearly as often as he worked Tyler over. That boy was becoming a fixture at Panther's condo. Neither of them minded. Right now, it was a sexual thing. Something more was possible, but neither of them pursued it. It was more comfortable this way and surely more flexible for the kind of work they both did with other men.
The dancer tossed his bag onto the heavily polished dining room table. Panther sat down and counted out the evening's take. He took his 50% and gave the rest back to Tyler. That was another reason his dancers stayed with him. Panther was fair.
The club share got stuffed into a wall safe. He called it his "walkin' around money." Most weekends and holidays, the strip club's 50% pulled in $5,000 each night from the boys. The bar took in another $5,000 per night from alcohol sales. Evidently, stripping boys made the customers thirsty. There was also a $20 cover charge to get in. That generated another $2,000 each weekday night and another $6,000 or more on weekend nights. Tuesday nights, the cover charge was only $10, but that generated about $3,000, too. However, the rate for private sessions with his dancers was always $50 for 10 minutes on all nights.
His strip club was a cash cow. Panther had paid cash for his condo, cash for his Porsche, and cash for the furnishings. Upgrades to the sound and lighting systems for the club were from the cash flow, too. He was having a hard time figuring out where to put all his money until he'd had a chat with a local cop shortly after opening the club. The policeman had told him that they were watching his club and were itching for a reason to close him down. Someday, the cop promised, they would.
It was only a matter of time until one of his boys screwed up and initiated sex with some hot stud of a cop and the club would be closed for weeks until the case got before a judge. Meanwhile, he'd have no cash flow. So, he started putting his extra money into mutual funds, real estate, and annuities. It'd been going well for two years now, but the cops continued to sniff around the bar. With the hottest men dancing and legions of satisfied customers, Panther had amassed a $2,000,000 fortune. That was after the cash outlays for the sound and light systems, bartenders and bouncers salaries, as well as his personal purchases.
Panther declared all of the income from the bar on his taxes (well, most of it). Getting into a beef with the Feds was not smart. The local cops he could handle. One of the closeted cops frequented Panther's bar on his nights off. The boys were especially nice to him, but always made sure that he initiated sexual contact. Two of the dancers frequently teamed up, making a sexual sandwich with the cop in the middle. He particularly liked that. But, he also paid $100 for his 10 minutes.
Panther met him outside a dressing room one night after a particularly satisfying tryst with Tyler. "I think it would be in both of our interests if you joined me in my office for a moment, Officer," Panther had smiled. He guided the policeman to Panther's well-appointed room and sat him down. "Now, I'm not going to tell you what to do with your free time or how you spend your money," Panther began, "but, it would be most helpful to your career and to my continuity as a bar owner if we had an understanding." The cop blanched, but said nothing. "I'll not mention your enjoyable evenings here if you'd be so kind as to occasionally have a drink with me in my office and tell me about how things are going downtown, if you get my drift?"
The policeman nodded dumbly. "I can tell you that they're watching, but there are no plans (as far as I know) to do anything more than that. You have to remember," he smiled, "the mayor has two gay sons. It wouldn't be politic for the department to bring in one or both of his boys on a raid. Besides, you people, uh, I mean WE are becoming very visible in the politics of this city."
"I knew we'd quickly understand each other. And because you're such a good customer of ours, I'm going to cut your rate in half," Panther smiled. "Now, don't think of this as a bribe, because it isn't. I'm merely rewarding a loyal customer with special discounts." That was a big lie, because he never gave discounts to anyone. But, Panther smiled like it was common practice. He'd be sure to let all his dancers know of the special rate for the cop; so if there were any kind of court case, this policeman couldn't testify against them or he'd be fired for accepting bribes of a monetary and sexual nature. "That'll seem like a two-for-one sale," Panther smiled broadly.
He grinned at the memory and glanced up at Tyler. His favorite dancer had already been into the kitchen and found a cold bottle of fruit-flavored water. Half of it was gone already. Dancing and sex made Tyler as thirsty as his customers.
"Let's go to bed," Panther announced.
Tyler dashed off to the bedroom, dumped his clothes, and hit the shower fast. Panther liked his sex nasty and dirty, but he didn't like cum from Tyler's customer all crusted on the boy's back, ass, and abs. The dancer quickly learned that he got his best sex when Panther got what he wanted.
He toweled off quickly and slipped between the sheets with his boss. "I've been waiting all night for this, Boo," Tyler whispered into Panther's ear. "I've wanted that big dick up my ass so bad!" he moaned. "I nearly let that cop fuck me I needed it so bad."
Panther smiled into the darkness and pulled the boy closer to him. He could feel the hard, thick manhood of his bedmate pressing against Panther's thigh. Panther turned into him and slid his massive dick between the dancer's legs. "Dis what you need?" Panther smiled. Tyler pinned the hard cylinder under his nuts and pushed forward. Panther's dripping dick slipped into Tyler's ass trench. The dancer spread his legs and pressed his ass against the invading member. He captured the mighty phallus with his butt cheeks.
"Yeah, Panth! You're the best!" Tyler moaned. Panther rolled him onto his back and pushed the lad's knees into the boy's chest. Tyler's ass lifted from the bed and it soared high enough for Panther to capture the thickness of Tyler's hard dick between his full lips. "Oh, Fuck, Boo! You're so good. I need to cum, Man!" Tyler groaned. Inwardly, Panther smiled, but continued to suck lightly on the dancer's leaking dick. It was a game they played nearly every night. Panther would suck Tyler's dick, but not let him cum. He'd tease and tease the boy, then release the jerking dick, pulling Tyler back from an almost certain climax.
At that point, it always devolved to a 69 rim. Panther loved to spear his tongue as deeply as he could into Tyler's fresh asshole. But, it wouldn't stay fresh for long. If this night were anything like the others, several heavy loads of Panther's cum would rocket up Tyler's hungry ass. Between each load, Panther would eat the boy's ass out eagerly, tasting his cum sometimes, but always reveling in the taste and smell of a freshly fucked manhole. It was usually two, sometimes three loads before Tyler was filled with enough cum for Panther to taste it. After all, an 11" dick that jetted cum as hard as he did left little chance that his sperm would drain fast enough for Panther to taste it when he pulled out and ate Tyler's fucked hole, again.
Tyler wasn't bashful about eating out a ripe asshole, either. He loved Panther's scent and delighted in tasting his ass every night. But, when Panther's tongue snaked nearly up to Tyler's prostate, the boy knew it was time to start sucking on Panther's dick or the lad would get dry fucked. When Panther wanted to fuck your ass, you'd better be ready to take him. Panther's dick leaked a lot of precum, but it wasn't enough to smooth the travel of that much dick up Tyler's ass. After his first dry fuck, Tyler always included a bottle of lube in his bag to bring to the bedroom. Panther's ass could be rimmed again later, Tyler thought. That heavenly scent would still be there then.
Tonight, they rolled over again so that Panther was on the bottom and Tyler's hard bubble butt was in the black man's face. His long tongue probed and wet the dancer's love tunnel. The big man's hands spread and squeezed the hard cheeks that would soon be drilled by his horsedick.
Panther felt cool lube applied to his throbbing organ. Tyler turned around and positioned himself above the nearly foot long semen launcher. With a smile on his face, Tyler slowly sank lower, guiding the huge dick toward his winking pucker. Panther held the boy's firm bubble butt, spreading the hard ass cheeks. He felt Tyler's ass lips open up and swallow the long, thick dickhead, and then snap shut after the flange was inside the dancer. It felt so good that Panther wanted to ram the rest of his dick up that sweet ass. But, he always held back. He knew he had a real big dick and wanted his bed partner to enjoy their sex enough to come back many more times for more. Hopefully, that meant many more times tonight!
More thick inches disappeared up Tyler's ass. He moaned with pleasure as his love tunnel stretched and squeezed the steely shaft, straightening and widening him. While in college, he'd had a series of baseball teammates who regularly fucked him. But, none of them went this deep or felt this good. And he'd fucked them nearly as often as they'd pounded his hot ass. However, Panther had never offered his black ass to Tyler's thick manhood. Minding his place, Tyler hadn't mentioned it, either.
Finally, the last inch of black horsedick squeezed between Tyler's ass lips. He shuddered at the pleasure and held Panther's hard pecs in both hands. He bent forward, allowing Panther to squeeze another half inch up the white boy's hole. "No one fucks as good as you, Boo," Tyler sighed contentedly, pinching Panther's nips between his fingers. "You gotta big load for me tonight?" he smiled after they'd kissed hard.
Panther nodded and smiled, but said nothing. He liked his dick to do all the talking; and right now, it was leaking enough precum to coat Tyler's deep channel. The way Panther's dick was jerking inside Tyler both of them knew the first ride was going to be short. Panther held the boy's hips down and thrust up into him in slow, deep plunges. Once a slow rhythm was established, Panther released the boy's hips and worked on the lad's nips instead. He grinned when he saw how the extra stimulation made Tyler's dick jerk hard and leak one clear drop of precum after another.
They liked to fuck like this as long as they could. Panther was always the one to lose control though, and rocket his black dick in deep and hold Tyler down while the big dick sprayed madly inside the white boy's bare ass. Panther had Tyler trained well enough that the dancer didn't jack off, but allowed the action of Panther's monster in his hungry ass to force the boy to cum without touching himself. Sometimes, it happened as Panther was climaxing in Tyler's ass. Sometimes, it didn't wait that long. A few times, Tyler was able to hold off until Panther had finished spraying his first load.
Tonight might get Tyler off after Panther's climax, but it would be close. When he saw Panther's eyes roll up in his head and his lips clamp shut, he knew that Panther's dick was about to fire. He pushed down on the pistoning dick and tried to relax as much as he could. The thick 11" dick rocketed deep. Panther held Tyler's hips down and thrust savagely upward. With a strangled groan, Panther launched a mega-dose of semen deep inside Tyler's hungry ass. Before Panther had met Tyler, he'd jack off solo and hit his face or the headboard with cum streaks every time. This load was no exception. He came hard. He laughed as his toes, nose, and fingers tingled. That was the sign of a great climax. Tyler seemed to know how to make them more frequent than any man that Panther had fucked.
Tyler willed his ass to open up and drink heavily of Panther's load. He loved to feel his friend's huge dick jerk and throb inside him. He loved the feel of the warm, jetting sperm coating his ass tunnel.
When Panther stopped thrashing and fucking so hard into Tyler, he opened his eyes and smiled up at the boy. "You some kinda good, Baby! DAYUM!" he added, punctuating the last word with another hard thrust upwards.
"You tingle again?" Tyler asked. Panther nodded and grinned. The black man leaned forward and slurped at the tip of Tyler's hard, dripping dick. Tyler moaned and pulled about half of Panther's dick out of his ass. That pushed Tyler's dick between Panther's sucking lips. The thick dickhead on Panther's monster slid over Tyler's prostate repeatedly, making the boy's dick jerk and throb harder. "Oh, Man! Can't hold back, Panth! Gotta cum!" he warned in a raspy voice. Panther sucked harder. Immediately the flood gates burst open and Tyler's climax crashed over him. Panther's tongue lashed at the spraying vessel, swallowing twice as his lips locked behind the big head and sucked harder.
Tyler's ass spasmed in time with his climaxes, giving Panther added pleasure. The boy couldn't decide whether to push back on the big dick in his ass rubbing against his prostate so well, or press forward and bury his shooting dick farther into Panther's eager mouth. Both gave him incredible pleasure. His breathing was ragged. Tyler panted and groaned as he climaxed again and again. The need to seed overcame his need to get fucked. He pressed forward, holding Panther's face in place and fucked awkwardly. His climaxes had ripped away his ability to control his muscles very well. The big black dick slipped out of his ass, reminding the lad by its absence how much he loved to be fucked.
The boy's dick had suddenly become overly sensitive. He pulled away laughing, stringing a trail of spent cum from Panther's lips to Tyler's dickhead. Panther leaned forward again and sucked up the errant sperm rope.
"Turn around, Baby," Panther instructed. Tyler smiled. He knew what was going to happen next and he loved it. He swung his leg over Panther's head and returned to a 69 position. Only this time, Panther's face was in Tyler's ass, lapping up cum instead of getting his hole wet; and Tyler licked at Panther's cum-streaked dick like it was an ice cream cone. He licked the sides and then the head, sucking up some of his own ass flavors, but mostly tasting the strong, creamy cum of his black employer.
Panther was sniffing at the boy's ass, enjoying the scent of cum and freshly fucked ass. He knew that Tyler always cleaned himself out before he left the club, so there was little or no danger of a surprise. His tongue snaked up Tyler's ass and licked out a few dribbles of cum. Most of his load rocketed far too deep for him to retrieve very much of it at this shallow depth.
Tyler lavished more tongue work on the thick, long, dark dick between his lips. Unlike Tyler, Panther's dick didn't get overly sensitive after he'd squirted out a hot load. After a few more minutes in these positions, Panther pushed Tyler's ass forward and got on his hands and knees behind the boy. Tyler looked over his shoulder and grinned. He pushed his ass back against Panther's hips and chewed at the hardening dick with his hard ass cheeks.
Panther aimed his dick at Tyler's hole and pushed gently. In one continuous motion, he'd completely buried his dick again. He signed with pleasure when he felt Tyler's internal ass muscles squeeze and chew on the thick phallus. Panther leaned over the boy's back and kissed him on the back of the neck. Tyler turned his head. His benefactor nuzzled his ear and then pressed harder into the hungry ass and kissed Tyler's soft lips. Their tongues dueled as Panther began to fuck him again in long, deep thrusts.
Wet slurping noises filled the bedroom. Not only were they kissing savagely, but the fucking action of Panther's dick was sucking some of his previous load out of Tyler's ass. Dribbles of cum slowly leaked from Tyler's fucked asshole. But, they didn't mind. Their need to copulate overrode all other considerations. The black horsedick and thick dickhead hit his prostate repeatedly with each thrust and withdrawal. If Panther didn't end this soon, Tyler would be spraying cum all over the bed sheets without touching his dick. Panther slightly changed positions, moving more on to Tyler's back. Fucking downward, he was hitting a particularly tight spot inside Tyler. A few more thrusts and he broke their kiss.
"FUCK! Take it, Baby! Take it ALL!" Panther shouted, pounding harder and harder as his climax waves blasted another creamy load of six squirts into the dancer. "Damn, Baby!" he finally managed to whisper when the climax ended. "You got me all tingly again!"
Tyler smiled and backed on to the slowly deflating dick in his ass. Then, he squeezed his ass muscles and pulled Panther down to the bed with him. The big black man on top of him resumed fucking him, but not as frantically as he had. He'd jetted his second load between those magnificent butt cheeks and sprayed deeply. It doesn't get any better than this, he thought.
Panther began to push away, but Tyler held him in place. "Don't leave! Please, Panth?" he cried. "I like you on top of me, that big dick buried inside me, leaking the last drips of cum up my boy pussy."
The club owner easily relented and collapsed on the boy's back. He wiggled his hips and pressed the few inches back in that he'd pulled out. "This what you need, Boy?"
"Oh, yes," Tyler crooned. "Leave it in as long as you can."
But, within 10 more minutes, even Panther's monster dick had shrunk up enough that it fell from the boy's hole. Panther rolled off Tyler's back and lay beside him. Tyler reached over and gently held the flaccid, but still lengthy black dick in his hand. He squeezed it occasionally as he kissed Panther's shoulder and neck. Soon, he'd moved down and was licking and sucking on Panther's right nipple. By the time the nipple was erect, so was Panther's 11" dick.
"You need some more, don't ya?" Panther smiled into the darkness. He felt Tyler stir and roll onto his back and vaguely saw him left his legs into the air. "Yeah, Baby. You need it BAD!" he chuckled. He grabbed Tyler's legs and pushed them harder into the boy's chest. Getting into position, Panther pushed his hard dick into the wet, open hole. It slid in easily. He could smell the delicious scent of cum and fucked ass. His dick jerked hard inside Tyler. He rose up on his fingertips and his toes. Only his massive dick touched Tyler. And it touched deeply and widely in Tyler's hungry butt chute.
"Yeah, Panth! Give it to me. You know how much I love you inside me," Tyler moaned when his boss started to fuck him again. This time, there was no finesse at all. Panther was going to fuck the boy's ass until he shot another load. He'd push him around the bed and power-fuck his ass until he got what he wanted. He knew that by this time in their couplings, Panther was using him. And Tyler didn't care a bit. He loved that horsedick pounding his ass. It helped him remember why he always saved his ass for Panther, regardless of the number of hot men with big dicks that he serviced five nights a week.
Panther leaned in and kissed him, working his hips with increasing tempo. Tyler's hands gripped the chiseled butt cheeks of the man pounding his ass. He couldn't get enough. He needed another load in his ass. He loved being fucked by huge dicks.
With a roar that rattled glassware in the bathroom, Panther rammed his full 11" hard into Tyler's butt and came again and again. He couldn't hold back, nor did he want to. He only wanted to nut hard in that pretty ass beneath him. His hips pounded and screwed hard, blasting more jizz into the hapless and happy boy.
After his third climax, Panther was tired, but well sated. He pulled slowly from the gripping ass, despite Tyler's protests. His muscles were tired and he needed rest. The age difference was beginning to tell.
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