Dallas rubbed the back of his neck, giving a glance around outside the tucked away building. He could hear the pulsing music beat from outside, even through the brick walls, so he got a gauge of how loud it was. The day had been long, and being newly divorced, he wanted to relax. A friend of his had mentioned this place, and had mentioned a certain employee there.
'Am I really doing this?' Dallas Clark had recently come out as a gay man, and after a rough few months, was finally able to live his own life.
A few men passed by him, and they gave him a look, before opening the door. A flash of color and sound filled the night, tempting him before vanishing behind the door. Shifting his jacket, Dallas got his feet to move and walk inside the club.
The lights were flashing, the bass was throbbing, and it was obvious the drinks were flowing. Men, all kinds of men, filled up the bar. They were dancing together, drinking together, kissing together, it was all a little overwhelming. Dallas was kind of stunned, just standing in the door way.
"You okay honey?" The velvety deep voice called at him, and Dallas noticed he was standing beside a six foot plus drag queen in a sequin dress.
"Uh, yea." Dallas made a slight step away, as she looked him over, "I'm actually looking for someone."
"Oh, well I know everybody." The drag queen spread her arms wide, "Whats the name."
"Um Cushing?" Dallas remembered the name clearly, it just stuck in his head.
"Heh, every man usually does." She pointed off to a small stage, where a group of men were seated.
A young man, early 20's, was grinding against the pole. He was built like a NFL player, his muscles flexing and bouncing with his movements. He had this sharp faux hawk going on, but maybe his most striking feature was those lips. Even as Dallas watched him spread his legs and go down low, he fixated on those lips. The round glutes practically swallowed his skimpy brief cut underwear.
Dallas wasn't sure when he started walking, but suddenly he was standing right next to the stage. Brian must have seen him, because he turned his attention towards the new man. He beckoned the man with a finger, and Dallas moved on closer as if under his spell. Even as he made his ass twerk, Cushing seemed to be able to talk.
"You must be new."
"Whys that?" Dallas looked himself, he was dressed somewhat simple in a fitted flannel shirt and dark jeans.
"Cause I've met most guys in here before." Brian laughed, masculine and infectious, "Whats the name?"
"Dallas..." He wasn't sure whether to extend a hand so he offered a ten, which he slide along the band of those incredibly tiny briefs, "You're Cushing?"
"Heh, famous aren't I?" Brian leaned down closer, so his lips grazed the other man's cheek, "Who do you know?" The stripper seemed to be paying no attention to all the other people there.
"Um, his name is Peyton...Manning." Dallas worked with Peyton for about a year now at the office in Indianapolis.
"Yea, the tall guy with the forehead." Cushing climbed off the stage as his music ended, "He's a good tipper, smart too." He glanced over his shoulder, getting some groans.
"I need to re hydrate, give me a second." The muscular youth slapped his own thick ass lightly, giving them a nice show.
"I'm Brian." He smiled his full lips as he shook Dallas' hand, the man still mostly stunned by the man in front of him,"Want a drink?"
"That would be nice." Dallas definitely needed something to relax, tension was balling along his body.
"I get a discount." The stripper smirked as he took Dallas over to the bar for a drink.
'Am I really doing this?' Dallas Clark had recently come out as a gay man, and after a rough few months, was finally able to live his own life.
A few men passed by him, and they gave him a look, before opening the door. A flash of color and sound filled the night, tempting him before vanishing behind the door. Shifting his jacket, Dallas got his feet to move and walk inside the club.
The lights were flashing, the bass was throbbing, and it was obvious the drinks were flowing. Men, all kinds of men, filled up the bar. They were dancing together, drinking together, kissing together, it was all a little overwhelming. Dallas was kind of stunned, just standing in the door way.
"You okay honey?" The velvety deep voice called at him, and Dallas noticed he was standing beside a six foot plus drag queen in a sequin dress.
"Uh, yea." Dallas made a slight step away, as she looked him over, "I'm actually looking for someone."
"Oh, well I know everybody." The drag queen spread her arms wide, "Whats the name."
"Um Cushing?" Dallas remembered the name clearly, it just stuck in his head.
"Heh, every man usually does." She pointed off to a small stage, where a group of men were seated.
A young man, early 20's, was grinding against the pole. He was built like a NFL player, his muscles flexing and bouncing with his movements. He had this sharp faux hawk going on, but maybe his most striking feature was those lips. Even as Dallas watched him spread his legs and go down low, he fixated on those lips. The round glutes practically swallowed his skimpy brief cut underwear.
Dallas wasn't sure when he started walking, but suddenly he was standing right next to the stage. Brian must have seen him, because he turned his attention towards the new man. He beckoned the man with a finger, and Dallas moved on closer as if under his spell. Even as he made his ass twerk, Cushing seemed to be able to talk.
"You must be new."
"Whys that?" Dallas looked himself, he was dressed somewhat simple in a fitted flannel shirt and dark jeans.
"Cause I've met most guys in here before." Brian laughed, masculine and infectious, "Whats the name?"
"Dallas..." He wasn't sure whether to extend a hand so he offered a ten, which he slide along the band of those incredibly tiny briefs, "You're Cushing?"
"Heh, famous aren't I?" Brian leaned down closer, so his lips grazed the other man's cheek, "Who do you know?" The stripper seemed to be paying no attention to all the other people there.
"Um, his name is Peyton...Manning." Dallas worked with Peyton for about a year now at the office in Indianapolis.
"Yea, the tall guy with the forehead." Cushing climbed off the stage as his music ended, "He's a good tipper, smart too." He glanced over his shoulder, getting some groans.
"I need to re hydrate, give me a second." The muscular youth slapped his own thick ass lightly, giving them a nice show.
"I'm Brian." He smiled his full lips as he shook Dallas' hand, the man still mostly stunned by the man in front of him,"Want a drink?"
"That would be nice." Dallas definitely needed something to relax, tension was balling along his body.
"I get a discount." The stripper smirked as he took Dallas over to the bar for a drink.
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