HIS69-483 Manstrip
Manstrip
HIS69
HIS69-483
Dirk van Damn
$3.95
Manstrip
HIS69
HIS69-483
Dirk van Damn
$3.95
Excerpt
You know you love it! So go for it! he thought excitedly, while he smoothly evaded the outstretched hands that wanted to touch more of him, hold him, grope him, possess him, the way they all wanted to. And you, go for it too, man! he added mentally, smiling at the number next to the businessman, a truly hot stud, with coarsely masculine good looks and a wellgroomed mane of chestnut hair and a mustache.
He sat back, apparently quite at ease, not on the edge of his seat like virtually all the other men in the room, and gave Tomas a long, hard look, sizing him up with complete objectivity.
Tomas flashed him a special, glowing smile of invitation. He liked to be appreciated, and he sensed that this guy wasn’t aroused by just anybody. Tomas always got turned on by his own performance, but it was twice as erotic when he saw somebody who appealed to him who was equally excited by him, the way this second guy was now. He wasn’t caught up in the shared frenzy of the other men egging each other and Tomas on he was engrossed in his private contemplation of the dark skinned, black-haired stud’s perfect dancer’s body that teased them all with its unattainable maleness and the fantasy of having sex with him, a promise always just out of reach—at least while the show was still going on.
When his act was over and the pouch of his G-string was stuffed with paper money, Tomas snatched up his discarded clothes and bowed to the audience, grinning, thanking them for their applause, their generosity. Backstage, with his street clothes on, he was just another good-looking young man.
“Hey, Tomas,” a low voice called behind him as he left the bar by the back door into the parking lot.
He didn’t recognize the voice and almost kept walking, but headlights from cars speeding along the adjacent highway revealed the chestnut hair and strong features of the guy who’d checked him out so thoroughly and appreciatively during his act.
“Yeah?” Tomas was tired and it was a chilly night, not ideal for standing around outside to exchange small talk with a horny admirer. But he walked over to join the other young man, if only out of instinctive politeness and curiosity.
“Remember me?” the guy teased.
Tomas grinned. “Yeah, sure. Who could forget you? You were the best looking guy in the audience tonight.”
“Liar,” the other guy laughed. “I’m Lorin. I was thinking, inside, that may be you and I—”
“—Could find a nice quiet place and get acquainted?” Tomas responded cynically. Lorin was butch, nice body, young and eager and refreshingly direct in his approach. Tomas wouldn’t have minded tricking with him one bit, but because of his status at the club he could and did pick and choose his sex partners at will.
But he was tired. “Maybe some other night.
Come early and we could have a drink together during the show, before I go on.”
“Wait, man.” There was an urgency in Lorin’s voice now. He really wanted it. Hell, they all did! Usually it was a guy who wanted to even the score with his unfaithful lover, or a basically shy, but oversexed, number who hoped that Tomas would be more readily available than most studs because he stripped in public.
Sometimes Tomas gave them the thrill they were looking for, taking them home to his apartment for a quick roll in the hay. Then he got rid of them fast. Often he half-encouraged, halfdiscouraged his admirer, as he’d just done with Lorin tonight, because he wasn’t sure he was up to it.
Lorin’s eyes were still smoldering with raw desire for him—for the naked man he’d seen and lusted after onstage.
Tomas knew the power he held over the other man. He knew from experience that gay men were all the same once they set foot inside Manstrip, Inc. and caught his act.
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