He’d had his share of hot guys, but each always came with a hefty price tag. Terrence could easily afford them since money wasn’t an issue. He could afford to support a dozen rent boys if he wanted to. Yet, here he was on a Friday night, alone, gawking at some guy who was at least ten years his junior or more.
Terrence finished the last of his beer. He glanced at his watch. It was a little past midnight. The smart thing to do would be to head home and get a good night’s sleep. The bad thing would be to stay and keep drinking. He decided to stay.
* * * *
Danny readjusted himself and headed straight to the bar after his number ended. He wasn’t much of a drinker, but an ice-cold cola would hit the spot nicely.
“Looking good up there,” Keith, the bartender, said. He handed Danny a cola with lots of ice. Keith knew how he liked it.
A bunch of guys ogled him to his left. He glanced toward them and they giggled like a bunch of schoolgirls. “Twinks,” he muttered to Keith. “Are they even old enough to be in here?”
Keith nodded. “Barely, but yeah, they’re legal. I checked their IDs.”
Danny couldn’t risk the temptation to play it up a little bit. Plus, it was good for business to cavort with the clientele. That’s how the extra cash was made. He walked over to the group of guys. “Having fun, boys?” he asked.
“Lots,” replied a dark-haired, fair-skinned cutie in black-rimmed glasses. “You’re a great…dancer,” he stammered. His eyes strayed to Danny’s crotch. He licked his lips as a rosy glow appeared on his cheeks.
“You’re all muscles,” gushed a blond, his steely green eyes a sharp contrast to his dark, tanned skin. “I adore men with muscles. May I?” he asked, gesturing to Danny’s bulging right bicep.
“Sure thing, sexy,” Danny replied, flexing for him. “Touch away.”
“And that chest,” said a goth-looking guy, the third in the group. “A chest that begs to be stroked and worshipped.” He reached forward and ran his hands across Danny’s chest. “I’m Jax.”
“I’m Danny, boys,” he replied. With three sets of hands exploring him, he had to work his magic. Now if he could lure each of them into having a lap dance, the night would be perfect. He kept telling himself to stay focused on the money and how much he needed it.
* * * *
Terrence looked on with much amusement. It was the cute dancer, the one who grabbed his interest, now surrounded by a bunch of horny guys. This was better than any show onstage.
“And how are you?”
Terrence turned to see another dancer standing next to his table. “I’m good, and yourself?” He wasn’t interested in getting an answer, but it was natural for him to be polite.
“I’m great. I’m Craig. I noticed you sitting here all by your lonesome. I thought I’d offer you my company.”
The dancer was cute, but not his type. He was much too boyish-looking. “Sure, Craig. Can I get you anything from the bar?”
Craig smiled. “That’d be nice. I’ll head over and get a drink. Would you like another?”
“Sure, that’d be great.” Terrence reached into his wallet. He handed Craig a twenty. “Who’s that?” he asked, pointing to the other dancer.
“That’s Danny. Cute, isn’t he?”
“He’s something,” Terrence replied.
“But I’m much more fun, trust me. I’ll get you that beer. I won’t be long.”
When Craig returned, it wasn’t long before Terrence felt Craig’s hand on his thigh. His throat went dry as he reached for his beer. It wasn’t that he didn’t find Craig slightly attractive, but Craig set off an alarm within him. This guy wasn’t looking for anything more than an easy ride.
“Like I said, I’m fun.” Craig squeezed his leg harder. “I could do so many awesome things to you. I bet you’d like that.”
“Actually, I’d like you to introduce me to Danny. That’s his name, right?”
“Danny?” Craig looked stunned, and a tad deflated. “I can do that.”
Terrence hated to slight the guy, but he wasn’t interested at all.
* * * *
“Bud over there is looking to meet you,” Craig said, tapping Danny on the shoulder.
Danny, lost in his own twink-induced dream world, turned to Craig and placed one arm around his friend’s shoulders. “Those three are so fucking cute. They want to take me home with them. All three, can you imagine that? I’d never do it, but I’m totally flattered.”
“You wouldn’t.” Craig rolled his eyes. “You being so good and all. So, dude over there wants to meet you. Best of luck.” Craig strutted off without looking back, even though Danny called out to him. He excused himself from the threesome, but promised he’d be back before the night ended.
The stranger greeted him first with a nod. He smiled as Danny approached him. “Hey, I hope you’re enjoying the show.” It was a lame attempt at breaking the ice, but he couldn’t think of anything else to say.
“It’s great. Your dancing’s fantastic.”
The guy looked about thirty-five. His dark black hair grayed at the temples, and a five o’clock shadow adorned his square-cut jaw. He was handsome, without a doubt.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you in here before,” Danny said.
“It’s my first time. I was passing by. I thought I’d drop in for a drink. I’m Terrence.” He extended his hand, and they shook.
“I’d like to request a private lap dance with you,” Terrence said. “I’m assuming that’s done here?”
Danny nodded. “Sure, follow me and we’ll get down to it.”
The room used for lap dances had been sectioned off from the rest of the club to allow maximum privacy. With the dimmed lighting and mood music, it served its purpose well.
“You can sit there,” Danny directed. “The rules are…well, there aren’t any, really.” He smiled. “Relax and enjoy.”
Terrence sat back and looked up at Danny. His steely gray eyes moved up and down Danny’s body. It was obvious he liked what he saw a lot.
“Funny, but no. I can get into just about anything besides pain and a few other things. I’m a vanilla-style stripper.”
The bathroom was almost as big as his freaking apartment. After he’d finished his business, Danny lingered for a moment. He opened the medicine cabinet and inside there wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. He then checked the drawers in the chest off to the side of the sink and again, nothing in there stood out. He opened the third drawer and pulled out a black silk pouch. Inside was a cock, or rather, a realistic imitation of one. The dildo was huge. It was at least eight inches and thick. Enthralled with it, he traced one finger along its length and felt his own cock grow rock-hard. Danny imagined Terrence using this, thrusting it in and out of his ass.
“Am I interrupting?” Terrence asked, standing in the doorway of the bathroom. “I see you’ve been exploring in here.” He walked over to Danny and glanced at the toy. “Nice, isn’t it?”
He’d gone and done it now! Terrence probably thought he was stealing or something fucked up like that. “I didn’t mean to…but it took me by surprise,” Danny stammered, doing his best to explain.
“I can see that.” Terrence grabbed Danny’s crotch. He groaned as Terrence massaged him.
“Fuck,” Danny whispered. He bit down on his bottom lip and concentrated on Terrence touching him. He was about ready to pop.
“I can stop if you want me to.” Terrence leaned in and kissed him. Their kiss was slow and sensual as Terrence’s tongue glided into his mouth. “I’ve been dying to do that all night,” Terrence said, when their kiss ended. “You have the sexiest lips I’ve ever seen on a man.”
Danny felt his cock spring free as Terrence pulled it from inside his jeans. He wanted this man, now! He wanted Terrence’s hands all over him, touching him, and exploring him.
Danny bucked forward as Terrence grabbed his ass with both his hands. “Prime,” Terrence whispered, his breath hot against Danny’s ear. “Tell me, Danny. Do you like getting fucked?”
Danny hadn’t been topped in a long time. He usually assumed this position, but his asshole twitched thinking about it. “Yes,” he replied, nearly gasping.
“And how do you like it, Danny?” Terrence licked Danny’s earlobe and tugged on it with his teeth.
“Hard and deep.” Did he just say that?
“Come to bed,” Terrence said. He now had Danny by the wrists.
“I’m all yours,” Danny hesitated. “I haven’t had it in a long time.”
“That’s okay. I’ll be gentle with you,” Terrence whispered.
* * * *
First, Terrence shed his shirt and jeans, which left him clad only in a pair of tight-fitting boxer briefs. Danny lay on the bed shirtless, waiting for him, and as he compared his physique to Danny’s, he felt a little insecure. This was absurd. He has no valid reason for feeling this way. He worked out on a regular basis and took great care of himself.
“Yum. Very nice. You’ve got a great body.”
“You like?” asked Terrence, fishing for compliments.
“Hell yes. You’ve got it going on.”
Terrence climbed on the bed and settled next to Danny. He tugged at the waist of Danny’s jeans. They had to go. “Let’s get them off,” he suggested.
Danny was truly breathtaking, lying before him nude except for his tiny G-string in which his cock jutted out through the side. Terrence drew in a deep breath and grabbed his crotch as he took in the erotic sight, loving it.
Danny smiled wickedly at him. Terrence assumed his position between Danny’s legs. He traced two of his fingers along the soles of Danny’s bare feet, causing the dancer to squirm and moan. Terrence then took one toe into his mouth and listened as Danny sighed with pleasure.
* * * *
It felt unusual, but hot. Never had any man sucked on Danny’s toes, and when Terrence applied pressure to the soles, Danny’s cock jumped slightly, throbbing along with the new sensations he felt rushing through him.
With his other foot, he nudged Terence’s boxer-encased cock, slowly tracing the thick length up and down with his big toe.
“You like that, eh?” Danny asked.
Terrence nodded. “You have strong, sexy feet…manly feet. In case you’re wondering, I’m into feet. I find them incredibly sexy at times.”
“And what about cock? I assume you like that, too.” Danny was being intentionally coy and crass. He grabbed his erection and shook it at Terrence in a most obscene manner. “Do you want that?”
“Is that an invitation? Are you asking me to do something with that?” Terrence slid up next to him, and his hand replaced Danny’s. “Now that’s something special, lemme tell ya.”
Their lips met, each demanding the other’s kiss. When Terrence moved his head lower, tracing his tongue downward, finding Danny’s cock and engulfing him, he knew he’d found heaven.
Danny gasped at the man’s skill. This wasn’t his first introduction to cock sucking, and it showed with every stroke of his tongue. Maybe experience came with age.
He shivered as Terrence took him deep down his throat. “You’re going to have to stop,” Danny said, his balls pulling up. “I’m going to come if you don’t.” Control wasn’t easy to maintain.
Terrence paused. “Then we’d best stop. I want more from you before the night’s over.” He stroked Danny’s cock as he sat up, a grin crossing his lips. “I want you to fuck me.” He slipped from the bed and walked across the bedroom to a chest of drawers. He returned with lube and a condom. “There’s more if you need them.” Danny caught the condom Terrence tossed at him and then watched in awe as Terrence applied lube to his own asshole.
The scene enticed him, and when Terrence bent over the side of the bed and motioned for him to get behind him, Danny practically ran there. The tables had definitely turned. Danny was more excited than ever before.