Jory's first trip to a gay bar
As summer eased into autumn, a cool northern breeze curled around the cabins. Peter and Brandon lounged by the fireplace, watching the flames dance late into the night. Jory had turned in early, worn out from an afternoon of chopping wood, and was fast asleep within an hour after dinner.
Brandon and Peter each held a snifter of Disaronno as they discussed a money-saving plan. Rather than using both cabins, they decided to move into Brandon's for the winter, sharing the task of cutting and gathering firewood. Only one electric bill, and the cost of water for only one place. Peter bought a sleeper sofa on Amazon that fit perfectly in Brandon's living area, and they pooled their resources.
Brandon finally gathered his courage up and asked Peter the bold question he had been holding back: "When you, you know, went down on me, you said, ‘Yeah, but I was being paid.’ What did you mean by that?"
"They called it a Male escort. Its real name is prostitution. Ten years of squirreling as much money as I could to buy my own cabin. I did six gay porn films while living in Miami to pay off the mortgage. And porn is just another name for prostitution as well."
Brandon sat next to Peter and hugged him, not letting him go for a whole ten minutes. Then out of nowhere Peter and Brandon both began kissing each other at the same time. It seemed natural to the two men.
In a New York minute Peter was pulling Brandon's sweatpants to his ankles. He pulled off his own t-shirt. He torn off Brandon's briefs. Then pulled his pajama pants and boxers down. He positioned Brandon's body on the sofa getting him on all fours.
A tube of lube left over from yesterday in his hand. Peter coated Brandon's hole. Then he easily slid his big cock passed Brandon's ring of pleasure. The rhythm of their hot sweaty bodies pressed against each other was like music. Peter's thick 8- inch dick pressed against Brandon's sweet hole. And he began fucking Brandon's hole slowly, quietly, passionately with slow, deliberate thrusts and genuine deep kissing.
They came together in a muted ecstasy afterwards listening to the water lapping on the beach. They fell asleep in each other's arms.
In the morning, Brandon made pancakes while Peter went out to chop firewood. Jory was yawning when he wondered into the kitchen. He was still in his blue thong, his movements causing a rhythmic ass-bounce with every step he took.
"So, you guys are taking me to a gay bar tonight? I can't wait. I don't know what to wear."
"It's stripper night I'm sure you're going to have fun. Wear something sexy."
"I'm wearing my jean short shorts the pair you can see the bottom of my tush."
"It's in the sixties tonight. You'll be cold. Cold is not good for erections."
During the course of the day Jory tried all kinds of different outfits. After two hours he did settle on what underwear he intended to wear ... his red thong.
The parent gene ignited within Brandon's brain. "Okay. Listen up buster! Get the tight pair of blue jeans, the ones we got from Amazon. Wear a simple but tight white T-shirt and a pair of gym shoes. That look will have every dude in that bar wanting to fuck your tight boy hole.
Jory smiled in a sexy way. "Between getting fucked by the two of you I'm not sure I'm tight anymore." They laughed.
Jory dressed as Brandon suggested and he smiled, a smile that reached his bright eyes. "You look like ... James Dean."
"Is that a friend of yours?" Jory asked.
Peter and Brandon exchanged smiling glances.
Despite it getting cooler by the day, Peter made BBQ chicken on the grill. With fully stomachs the trio headed for the gay club called The Closet.
A crowd was gathering anticipating the Strip show. As the three men walked into the bar men were turning and looking at Jory from top to bottom. Peter ordered Jory a beer and a whiskey seven for Brandon. The two bartenders, Scott and Tad wore tight Jockey Shorts with no shirts. They were pumped up. Brandon knew both bartenders. He'd even had sex with Scott a few times and remained friendly."
The building was old. The brick walls held sexy photos and posters from past events. The music was great. I want to dance with somebody." was playing.
"Hey Brandon, how are you?"
"Good. how about you Scott?"
"Can't complain. Who's the kid?" The outline of Scott's rising cock and balls were so noticeable through his tight cotton briefs. Jory stared at it feeling his cock react. He sat on a stool and grabbed his hard cock a few times. There were about 30 men in the small but cozy interior of the bar talking ... joking around, drinking and laughing.
The strip show started with the gay anthem Y.M.C.A. The stripper came out of the small backstage. He was a lithe golden boy with blond curls bouncing around his face. He was dressed like a cowboy. He danced across the small stage. Very cute. He thrusted his hips, grinding erotically. Jory was mesmerized as he starred up at the Stripper who slapped his own ass and took off his hat as the music change to Macho Macho Man.
That's when the Stripper spotted Jory. They connected. Immediately the Stripper extended his hand to Jory and pulled him up on the small stage. "You can take one thing off of me!" The smiling stripper smiled at Jory. The crowd yelled which piece of clothing they wanted taken off.
The crowd stilled.
"You're pants." Jory actually squeezed his own crotch. He was hard. His cock was cement.
"Take 'em off." Jory said so seductively.
Then the Stripper looked directly into Jory's eyes with seduction. "Then you take yours off too!"
Both men dropped their pants. The Stripper wore a black thong. Jory was in his red thong. The audience lost their minds when Jory and Stripper started making out. They were feeling each other up. They both picked up the dollar bills on the stage. Then the stripper grabbed Jory's arm and the two of them went to the backstage dressing room. In minutes The Stripper was pounding Jory's ass both moaning like a Catholic service! As his sweet cock went in and out of Jory's butthole, the stripper introduced himself. "I'm Dayton. You are one hot motherfucker. I could fuck you every fucking day!"
Jory smiled. "And I'd let you. You're so hot!!"
"So are you!! I love your ass."
"Then cum up my hole! I want your spooge in me!"
"I want your cell number."
Don't miss Chapter 5: I'm Quitting School and becoming a Stripper!
