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Night Dancer

by SchmetterlingMeeko on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

Mitsho stepped out of the shower, wrapping the towel around his midsection and moving to the bathroom sink to prepare for the night. Drops of water drizzled down his corded shoulders, making lines down his chiseled stomach. He was proud of his body; he worked very hard to be the strongest. Strong mind, strong body and strong desires . . . He opened a carve...

Dick Dancers Ch. 01

by KenJames on Jul 9, 2019
Gay Male

"Richard, you're on in five minutes." The manager's voice cut through Rick's near-doze. Rick Wright, who danced under the name "Richard Long," was sitting in the beat-up old easy chair in the corner of the bar storeroom which doubled as the dancers' dressing room. The book on database design in Rick's lap was dull reading and he'd been fighting sleep for th...

The Dancer

by HerLittlePiggy on Dec 25, 2019
Gay Male

"Baby, Janice invited me to an all male review on Saturday. I originally told her okay because I knew you wouldn't mind. She bought two tickets but now she can't go because Jerry is recovering from his knee surgery. I don't want to go alone and everyone is busy. Why don't you come? I promise I will make it worth your while. Besides you might learn some new m...

A Dancer Reborn Ch. 01

by Tagmus2 on Oct 6, 2020
Gay Male

Austin felt the wind brushing past him as he sprinted down the field with the ball in his hands. Sweat dripped from his brow as he reached the goal line and slammed the football into the ground gaining the points necessary for his team to win. As he slowed down and eventually stopped he heard his teammates roar. Austin was by far the quickest of the players...

Dick Dancers Ch. 02

by KenJames on Jul 31, 2019
Gay Male

"Me." A hairy-chested man with short dark blond hair, a heavy mustache, and beard stubble stepped out of the crowd. He was wearing black work boots, black leather chaps, and a black leather cock ring with chrome snaps. His stiff cock thrust out from his closely-trimmed crotch. The guests cheered. "Go get 'em, Carl," one man shouted. Carl grinned and extend...

Leon Lust aka the Dancer

by Corey1995 on Aug 18, 2017
Gay Male

"Hey, Leon," My manager, Brian, called over the bar, "the guy at table seven has been eye fucking you all night. Tell him to pay up or get out." I glared at him. He knew my shift was just about over. But Brian just flashed his killer smile and winked me away, going back to serving whiskey to an older gentleman. With a sigh, I started walking toward table...

Stranger at the Door

by KeithD on Nov 27, 2017
Gay Male

The Chippendale dancers had had a grueling evening of raucous New Year's Eve festivities at L.A.'s Catalina Club on Grand Avenue in South Park. The ladies, if you could call them ladies, nearly swarmed the stage to get at us for three fuckin' hours. It was one of my first gigs, having arrived in L.A. from Milwaukie at nineteen just over a month earlier, star...

Homeless Haven

by KeithD on Jul 13, 2020
Gay Male

Wyatt Cooper spent several minutes figuring out why the young pole dancer on stage at Hershee seemed familiar. The young man being nearly naked and picked out by changing-color strobe lights had captured his attention and "where have I seen him before?" thoughts and put him off the hunt for a young guy among the patrons that had brought him into the bar. The...

Gotta Keep Trying Ch. 01

by sr71plt on Sep 25, 2017
Gay Male

[This story is completed and will post in six chapters before the end of May 2016] ***** The dancer on the pole looked too young. That's why Hardesty zeroed in on him. Hardesty was looking for them young. The others were working the crowd. Leering back, throwing dirty words into the crowd in response to what was being called out to them and making suggesti...

Dance of the Ravishers Ch. 01

by sr71plt on Sep 14, 2017
Gay Male

"It's called the Dance of the Ravishers," Dr. Emory said to me as we watched nine male dancers swirling around two small bonfires. "I can certainly see why," I responded with a big grin. Dr. Emory gave me a sour look. I'd been warned about that look. In fact, my partner, Steve, had bet me I wouldn't last two months out here in the upper Nile area of Sudan w...