Date: Sat, 5 May 2018 01:30:34 -0600 (MDT)
From: kro6@comcast.net
Subject: Dancer Brad Chapter 1

     Dancer Brad - Chapter 1


     This story is fictional, and any resemblance to any person is purely
coincidental. This story contains graphic descriptions of man-to-man sex,
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     Brad woke up in the usual way, not knowing where the hell he
was. Sometimes he remembered the night and what happened -- sometimes the
liquor did its trick and he didn't remember much of anything...including
the trick he was usually sleeping next to.



     It wasn't all that bad, tips from dancing paid the bills, not to
mention dancing and weights kept Brad in top shape, his 6 foot 190 pound
frame of flawless, smooth muscles kept all the guys coming back for
more. Playing football and baseball all through high school had given him
all the physical tools to build upon.



     But the big money was in the overnights, and Brad had his pick of
guys. Since he wouldn't start drinking until after the deal was struck, he
knew the guy next to him in bed would be a stud. Whether he was a stud in
bed or not was another story, but a physical hunk would keep Brad
interested long into the night, and long into their wallet!



     "Mmmmm," the guy next to him hugged Brad tight, the man's massively,
muscled arm draped over Brad's side. Brad remembered it was Greg, the man
who had been sitting in the front row during his last show, gave Brad a
"come hither" bob of his head, and when Brad did, stuffed a $100 bill into
the front of his jock strap -- and had made sure Brad knew just how much it
was.



     On a typical Saturday night with two shows at the Hardly On
Gentleman's Club, Brad could make a couple hundred bucks in tips, mainly
singles, but hey, they all added up. But Brad also got a small cut of each
night's drink haul, negotiated by Brad after working there a year and
realizing the guys were coming back (and spending) for him! At 22 years old
he had been dancing right out of high school, the early times tough, longer
hours and working the slower shifts. Now that he had perfected his body,
his routine and his seduction of the men around him, he had the prime spots
on the busiest evening. He knew it, the Club knew it, and the men poured in
to watch their fantasy man strut his stuff.



     "Good morning stud," Greg continued, kissing Brad's shoulders, Greg's
scruff feeling good on Brad's skin. Brad turned to his gentleman, "Good
morning to you too you beautiful fuck," he smiled, the guys always wanting
to hear how handsome they were AND how sexy they were, all in one
sentence. "Thanks for a great night, but it's after 8 and I have to go."
Brad turned and sat up, wiping the sleep from his eyes, then just waited
with his legs draped over the side of the bed. Would Greg continue their
party or did he have to leave?



     Greg took the bait, the man now getting on his knees, pressing his
perfect, hairy chest to Brad's back, the heat of Greg's body so
intoxicating to the boy, engulfing Brad's chest from behind in two hard,
strong arms. "It's Sunday and unless one of us has to go to church - and I
don't - why not stay the rest of the morning and I'll double what I gave
you last night." Brad moaned as Greg's kisses on the nape of his neck felt
divine. This was his favorite - more cash in hand AND have a real stud give
you pleasure all at once.



     "How can I pass up a sexy fuck like you," Brad continued. "Just let me
clean up and freshen up a bit," Brad turned and stuffed his tongue down
Greg's throat, "then I'll come back and FUCKING DEVOUR you again. Oh, and
you know I hate to talk business right now, but if you can have the money
on the nightstand when I get back, then I won't be worried about it at all,
and I'll have my mind, ass and mouth solely on and around your body parts -
SLUT!"



     Greg just salivated as Brad walked toward the bathroom, a perfect ass
the last thing he saw before Brad closed the door. Greg just shook his head
and reached for his wallet. "Fucker knows just how to play me, but fuck
he's gorgeous and can fuck like no other." Brad put another ten 100 dollar
bills on the nightstand, then just laid back with his arms over his head,
his eyes closed, his 6 foot 2, 230 lb muscle frame completely relaxed in
the moment. All he could hear from the bathroom was running water and
flushes, and laying there, his nearly 8 inch cock started to bone up.



     For Greg it was a blink, the horny, handsome, 38 --year old having
dozed off, only to be woken up 15 minutes later by a sweet-smelling boy
with his tongue licking his right arm pit. "Ohhhhhh fuck boy, yeah," Greg
moaned, putting his hand behind Brad's head and shoving his face into his
trimmed pit, "lick your daddy good, uuuuggghhh."



     Brad moved down to Greg's nipple, and with his right hand finding
Greg's leaking rod under the covers, he licked his right teat and then bit
it hard.



     "FUUUUUUCK!" Greg screamed, "take it easy whore, you want me to
bleed?" Brad just looked at this man he had mesmerized in his grip, gave
him a sly smirk and said, "you didn't want me to take it easy on you last
night when you fucked me for hours straight...DADDY." Brad continued to
lick Greg's nipple and now moved the covers away and was quickly twisting
his fist up and down Greg's dick, slowly moving over its wet head,
torturing his man with every stroke.



     "Ohhhh fuck, fuck, mmmmmmm" was all Greg could get out as Brad shoved
his tongue down his trick's throat, the leaking getting stronger out of
Greg's cock, the smell from both men so exhilarating to each other. Brad
kissed down Greg's neck, down his chest, and then quickly maneuvered so
that his ass was in Greg's face and Greg's cock was in front of his
own. Brad continued to stroke Greg's dick. "What do you want YOUR boy to
do," Brad teased him.



     "Suck my cock, suck my cock, suck mmmmmmm" as Brad pushed his ass
crack into Greg's face, Greg's muffled moans sheer pleasure for the boy,
who now wiggled his muscle cheeks all around.



     "Stick your fucking tongue up there," Brad ordered, knowing that, even
though Greg was paying and had proven to be an aggressive fuck, the man
also enjoyed taking orders from him. And with that Brad took Greg's dick
down to the balls in one gulp.



     "Mmmmm...mmmmm...oooooohhhhhh...fuck, fuck" Greg let out almost
breathlessly, the expert deep throating driving him off Brad's hole and
forcing Greg's head back in ecstasy. Up and down Brad moved on the perfect
dick, playing with the head, licking the precum onto his lips, then shoving
the whole cock down to the back of his throat in one swift movement. "God
your crotch smells so FUCKING good," the boy said as he took a deep breath
and continued the assault on Greg's tool.



     Greg was hyperventilating, getting close to shooting his first load of
the morning. But Brad would have none of this. "Did I tell you to take your
tongue out of my ass? It's been cleaned up just for you. Now SHOVE that
fucking tongue back in there or I'll press my ass down so hard you'll have
trouble breathing."



     Brad couldn't see the smirk break out on his trick's face, and
instead, Greg, almost in a trance from the oral stimulation, shoved two
fingers in his mouth which was now full of saliva, and shoved them
violently up Brad's hole. "Ohhhhh GODDDDDD," Brad screamed, wiggling his
perfect ass on the digits, willing them to stimulate his hole.



     Just then, Brad turned around, took Greg's hand in his own, and shoved
the fingers that were just up his ass into his own mouth. "Fuck, you're a
sick fuck," Greg said, but just as he finished, Brad removed the fingers
from his mouth, now slick with his boy saliva, and stuck them in Greg's
mouth. "WE'RE a couple of sick fucks!" Brad reminded him, taking Greg's
digits out of the man's own mouth and kissing him violently.



     "If you don't fuck me soon I don't know what I'll do," Brad
exclaimed. "Put your fucking hands behind your head and just lie there,"
Brad commanded. Greg obeyed and smiled as Brad lubed up Greg's beauty as
well as his own hole. Brad just teased for a bit, the silicone lubed dick
gliding in his hand, Greg breathing harder and starting to sweat. "You're
sweating from your pits and I haven't even started, you beautiful FUCK,"
Brad's eyes locked on Greg's while his hand continued the tortuous hand
job, pressing his nose to the man's underarm and taking a big whiff of stud
scent.



     "Oooohhhhh yeah....ooohhhhh my god, get that dick nice and ready, I'm
going to fuck you so good baby boy," Greg said through moans and
groans. All of sudden Brad stopped the hand job, poured some lube on his
left hand, and shoved two fingers up his own ass. "Gonna loosen myself up
good for this dick," Brad said, now returning his right hand to Greg's
cock, his left hand violently poking his own hole at the same time, his
digits pounding his spot and causing his dick to leak precum in a steady
stream.



     "mmmmm...mmmmMMM...MMMMMM" Brad's moans got louder and louder as sweat
began to form on his forehead, his fingers digging into his prostrate
exactly where he expertly needed to hit it.



     "Oh no, you beautiful FUCK" Greg exclaimed, now moving quickly to
remove Brad from the pleasure he was giving himself and pushing the boy
onto his stomach. "That ass is mine." And with his well-lubed cock he
pressed his weight onto the boy's back and shoved his dick into Brad's
waiting hole. Slowly Greg speared his whore with his rod, enjoying every
movement up the boy's tight chute. Greg now lying on top of Brad and
whispering in his ear,



     "You like that dick up your hole boy," Greg's fucking now getting
harder and faster. "You like me FUCKING that tight, wet cunt of yours pussy
boy, huh? HUH?" Greg rammed the boy harder and harder, turning the boy's
head towards him and kissing him violently, their grunts in sync as Greg
slammed his cock faster and faster into the dark recesses of his perfect
escort.



     "Oh god, oh god, right there...riiiiight fucking there..." Brad was
delirious, Greg's meat hitting his spot over and over again, muffled cries
of ecstasy now coming from the mattress as Greg pounded the boy like their
lives depended on it.



     "You want my load up that perfect ass boy," Greg hissed into Brad's
ear, "ohhhh yeahhh...gonna breed that cunt good," Greg's sweaty hair
mingling with Brad's cheek, the boy bucking back into the cock that was
impaling him perfectly from behind. "ohhhhh goddddd...ohhhhh GODDDDD" Brad
moaned as his own orgasm was approaching as well, the stimulation of the
sheet against his wet dick pressed by Greg obliterating his ass from behind
was too much from him to hold out much longer.



     "Breed me daddy, fucking breed me, ohhhh right there, right fuucccking
there, ohhhh godddd, ohhhh godddd, oh MY GODDDDD," Brad's body starting
convulsing wildly under Greg as the boy shot a massive load onto the sheet,
his body sweating and bucking from the stimulation of cumming with a dick
up his ass that was now moving even faster to pound his prostrate.



     "That's my boy...uhhhhh...uhhhhhh....take my load," Greg said
breathlessly, Brad's hole tightening up around the man as Brad continued to
lose it underneath him. "FUUUUUCKKKKKK!" Greg screamed as his ramming
subsided and he dumped a huge load into the boy, breathless and sweaty,
"uhhhhhh...uhhhhhh" he groaned as 6 shots of daddy cream flooded his boy
toy.



     Greg withdrew from Brad and rolled onto his back. Brad instinctively
rolled over and laid his head on the man's massive, hairy chest, using his
fingers to glide up and down his trick's body, the perfect, hairy abs, Brad
oh so perfectly kissing Greg's skin where he laid.



     "Boy, nobody, and I mean NOBODY takes a fuck like you," Greg said as
he tilted his head down and kissed the boy's matted hair. "I've got friends
that would love a chance at that ass, maybe even have a party with you."
Brad looked up at him, his perfect blue eyes drilling into his man, "Would
love to meet your friends. Are they as sexy and muscled up as you stud?"
Brad finished and shoved his tongue to the back of Greg's throat, always
knowing how to give his tricks the attention they lusted for but would
never ask for.



     "Yeah, they are," Greg said breathlessly, "but I doubt they can fuck
as well as I can...close...but not quite there...yet."  Greg continued
while kissing Brad's neck, "Why don't you get the water hot and I'll meet
you in the shower?" Brad just smiled, got up slowly and sexy and walked
into the bathroom, Greg following the boy's ass and every movement, feeling
the saliva puddle in the back of his throat again.



     Brad made the shower very warm, which steamed up the bathroom
quickly. Even though he was just freshly fucked he started cleaning his ass
out good, first with one soapy digit, then two. "Ohhhhhh yeah...." Brad
moaned, knowing Greg had the stamina and the desire to go another
round. The more Brad invaded his own hole, the more his dick stood straight
out...he could already see the precum starting to pool at the head.



     Just then a cool breeze hit his ass; he knew Greg had joined him. It
wasn't long before Greg wrapped his arms around his dark-haired plaything,
kissed Brad on the neck, and started tugging on Brad's soapy cock.



     "Yeah stud," Brad said, "get me all hot and ready for that perfect
dick of yours," Brad now turning his head as their tongues smashed
together, Brad's arm up and around the back of Greg's head, guiding his
trick's tongue down his throat.



     "Let me do that," Greg said, "face the wall and plant your hands flat
on the tile, and DON'T FUCKING move them." Brad's dick got a little harder
as he assumed the position Greg had ordered. Brad just stood there and
enjoyed the heat of the shower, when Greg without warning and without
hesitation shoved two of his soapy fingers up Brad's ass. Knowing the boy
was opened up, Greg started to ram the digits up there, and smiled as he
looked around to see Brad's dick leaking strands of precum down to the tile
floor below him.



     "THAT'S IT," Brad screamed. Greg would ram his digits in as hard and
fast as he could, Brad moaning and losing a bit of control, reaching for
his dick with one hand, just to get it slapped away. "DON'T fucking EVER
move EITHER hand again," Greg ordered, each emphasized word causing an
extra hard thrust into the boy's chute.



     "Ugggggh....goddddddd....oh my fucking goddddddd," Greg's fingers
hammering the boy into delirium. "Don't FUCKING cum boy, I'm not even close
to being done with you," as Greg slowed down his assault on Brad's ass, now
slowly pulling his fingers almost all the way out, then slowly pushing and
twisting them in again.



     Brad's legs were shaking, if anyone could distinguish his sweat from
the hot water they would have seen that Brad was absolutely drenched in his
own liquid cologne, his breaths becoming shallower and shallower. All of
sudden Greg pulled his fingers out, and moved the shower head up and down
and cleaned the boy out good.



     Greg marveled at this perfect boy, his hands dutifully planted on the
wall, his ass arched back just waiting for a cock to fill it. Reaching for
his bottle of silicone lube he kept on the shower shelf, Brad didn't have
to wait long. Greg smeared the lube on his dick, lined up his rod, and
violently rammed it into Brad's hole, holding onto the boy's shoulders for
the leverage he needed to pound the boy's ass into submission.



     "Aaaaagggghh, that ass is still so FUCKING TIGHT AND WET! This won't
take long stud!" And with that, Greg started pounding Brad's ass like it
was the last fuck he'd ever get. "Keep those palms flat you FUCKING WHORE!"
Greg yelled out to Brad. This wasn't a problem as Greg's pounding was
forcing Brad to almost eat the tile. But nothing mattered to Greg now then
to get off, and so he moved his hands to Brad's hips and really went to
town on the boy's ass, short powerful strokes obliterating the boy's hole,
pounding his prostrate fast and regularly.



     Brad was delirious now, his spot getting pummeled non-stop, Brad not
being able to catch his breath. "Ohhhh
goddddddd...fuck...me...Fuck...Me...FUCK MEEEEEEE" and with that Brad's
dick erupted, every thrust from Greg another splat of cum on the wall, Brad
being held up by Greg's hands on his hips and his cock locked into his
hole.



     And just like that, Brad's orgasm squeezed his ass tight on Greg's
dick, who was now screaming from his own orgasm, what seemed like a gallon
of cum up the boy's chute, Greg hugging the boy's back as his mind and body
came back down to the shower from wherever they just were.



     "That felt...pretty good," Brad mused sarcastically as Greg continued
to try to catch his breath. Greg looked at the boy as they busted up
laughing, Brad reaching around to the back to Greg's head and smashing
their lips together, Greg moving them under the spray as they continued to
grope each other under the steam shower.



     As Brad got dressed to leave, Greg said "you really are one of the
best fucks I've ever had. My friends are really going to want to meet you."
Brad looked Greg's way with a big smile, "well, it's one thing to get a
nice tip from a hot stud while I'm shaking this perfect ass, it's another
to meet a stranger. Not sure that's gonna work."



     Brad thought for a moment, not wanting to dismiss a potentially very
lucrative connection. "Unless we figure out a way for them to identify
themselves from you to me, so I know it's all good to go. Plus I don't
expect them to be as studly as you," the boy said as he moved into Greg's
waiting arms, "just close."



     Greg laughed, "you love buttering me up," he said as he squeezed the
boy's ass and kissed his soft lips. "I got one buddy, Rich - he's a huge
muscle dude, successful software salesman. He'll eat you alive. He's got
the biggest dick I've ever seen, and you're definitely his type."



     Brad smiled at his latest sugar daddy, and grabbed the man's
package. "Yeah," he said as he rubbed the cock he was palming behind Greg's
pant fabric back to its raging hard state, "but does he know how to use
it?" Greg just smiled, "ha, probably not as good as me, but you'll get a
good pounding, make some nice coin, and have another satisfied
customer. Give me a code name for him to use so you know the guy calling is
from me."



     Brad thought for a second, then said, "ask them to tell me that
`Samson' referred them to me, then I'll know it's legit and a possible
meet. Don't promise anything, I can't always commit," Brad continued to rub
the man's dick hard, the fabric getting slightly sticky already. "But I'd
commit to seeing you again if you have the stamina, HA!" Brad planted a
hard kiss on Greg, as the sound of a pant zipper coming down could be
heard.



     The next minute, all Greg could do was shout a silent scream as his
head rolled back and the boy took his 8 inch tool down to the root.



     "Uggggh...ugggh, ok...ok...I'll tell hiiiiiiiimmmmmm..."



     Brad's fun with new guy Rick continues in Chapter 2. Feedback
appreciated.