12. Ben
TWELVE
BEN
Apparently, all my professors had gotten together over break and decided to make Ben Giordano’s academic life a living hell.
After the dramatics to get Richard’s number and my candid request for him to take me out on a date, it had been almost non stop texting and flirting.
And more.
Not that I was complaining by any means.
But all that came crashing to a halt, and I could only hope Richard understood.
I wanted my ass to take a pounding when I got back, but not from homework assignments.
And then to top off my week from hell sundae with the proverbial cherry, The Stable was slammed for my first post-break shift.
Drake and I were running around like beheaded chickens and the new guy, Darren, was me from a few months ago. Now it was me telling him to stick to beers and soda.
To make matters worse, only one of the dancers had shown up tonight and Lucian was in a spiral about it. He’d been on and off the phone since my shift started, pacing back and forth, muttering to himself about some big party tonight.
I mentioned it to Drake.
“He’ll figure something out. He’s found guys on the dance floor and had them get up there before.”
“Really?”
Before Drake could tell me more, Lucian paraded behind the bar again.
“I finally got hold of Bruno and Daniel,” he said. “They aren’t coming in, caught some sort of bug, I guess. Lord, what are we going to do?” He leaned against the counter dramatically, hands bunched under his chin.
I did my best to focus on the customers and their drink orders, but Lucian kept staring at me.
With a mischievous smile.
“You know how to dance, boy?”
No no no.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! You look made for the part!”
Lucian was practically jumping up and down.
I had changed back into my Nike Metcons – Lucian liked their color better – and he had found a pair of Bruno’s discarded denim cutoffs. Underneath, I was wearing my usual jockstrap.
“I’m going to fall on my ass. I have no idea what I’m doing.”
“Pshaw, I’ve seen you out on the dance floor, grinding up on Mr. Handsome. And I’m never one to gossip, but if the rumors are true, boy, you’ve been doing a lot more than grinding in my hallways.” His eyebrows almost met his hairline as they waggled.
“Surely, you can find the courage to dance a little bit for the well-paying guests of The Stable.” He batted his overly mascaraed eyelashes at me, hoping for a yes.
I leaned back against the lockers, unconvinced.
“It’s your first night, so I won’t even take a cut of whatever you make out there. It’s all yours,” he said, adding, “I’ll throw in a two hundred dollar bonus for your trouble.”
“Really?” That perked me up a bit.
“Really really,” Lucian replied. “Do you know how to whistle? Like, loud.”
I nodded.
“Good. Anyone grabs your cock or gets too up in your business, just whistle. I’ll come over, or security, or hell, even Drake. We’ll get you set up near him, so he can keep an eye on you.”
I was feeling slightly better about the whole thing. A little aroused even.
“I see you’re starting to like the idea of being a go go boy.”
Shit.
“Don’t cover that up!” He playfully slapped my hand away. “ Use it! They are just gonna eat you up.”
I was nervous.
Entirely too nervous to move much in the first few minutes of standing on the runway.
I had never paid too much attention to where they were dancing; I was always looking at Bruno or Daniel or Calvin.
Calvin!
I looked across the room to his platform, surrounded by dancers on the main floor. He looked like he didn’t have a care in the world. I could do that.
Just let go and lose myself in the music.
Apparently, Drake noticed my hesitancy because he interrupted my thought crisis with two shots of tequila.
“Thank you,” I said, grabbing one.
“They’re both for you.”
“Even better.” I downed the second one.
“Despite all the teasing, you’re incredibly cute. Pretend you’re someone else if you have to. Put on another persona. Or just dance like you’re one of them.” He gestured to the crowd. “You’re basically getting paid to flirt. It’s like bartending, but with even less clothes.”
I nodded. I could do that.
“I’ll be there if you need me.”
The music changed and one of my favorites came on. A Kylie Minogue remix.
I grabbed the bar along the wall, closed my eyes, and let everything go.
By the end of Padam Padam , I had discarded the cutoffs and been rewarded with my first few bashful tippers.
“Hey!”
“Evening,” I said to the newcomer.
“You’re new.”
“First night.”
“You look amazing up there,” he said. “Great ass too.”
He slipped a twenty down the front of my pouch, his fingers grazing the base of my cock. Then he stepped back, but his eyes stayed on me.
I watched him survey my whole body until his gaze met mine again, causing us both to smile.
I heard someone scream, “You’re a natural,” behind me. It was Lucian.
“Oh my Lord, why didn’t we get you up there sooner? You’re an Adonis. That bar was hiding that peach from the whole world. My dear, I need to sit down.”
He turned away, fanning himself, and wandered off.
The thrill of the compliments and the attention was giving me a natural high. I could feel my pecs bouncing in the sparkling lights shining down from above. Not to mention my ass.
“You get a promotion?”
I wanted to launch myself off the runway and into Richard’s arms, but instead, I stopped dancing and squatted, making it a bit easier for us to talk. It also put my cock at his eye level.
“I was recruited,” I answered, smiling.
“I would definitely like to join whatever army has this as its uniform.”
“You like?”
“You know I do.”
“You’re not mad that other guys are gonna touch me?” I wanted to kick myself for not even thinking about that until now. That should’ve been my first thought.
“Based on the other stuff we’ve done, this is kinda tame. Plus, you’re my boyfriend and going home with me at the end of the night. They aren’t.”
“Boyfriend?”
Richard chuckled. “We are going on dates now.”
Hearing him say that word made me the happiest I’d felt in a long time.
“Hey, don’t hog the hottie. Shove some money down his jock and move on. The rest of us wanna get some of that.”
Richard reached into his pocket.
“You don’t have to.”
And tucked a hundred straight down the front.
“That’s too much.”
“You’re worth a thousand times more than that.”
I wanted to sneak a quick kiss, but realized that may complicate things with the other patrons. Instead, I pushed Richard’s contribution farther down into my pouch. I did not want that to fall out.
“Your adoring public awaits,” he said before leaving.
He didn’t go far.
In fact, after grabbing a beer, he found a table near me and watched me for the next hour. I had never felt more alive in my life. With each encounter, with Richard watching, I was half-hard the entire time, and the men loved me.
The sweat was pouring off of my body when Lucian showed up with a little towel and told me to take fifteen.
“I get a break?” I asked, hopping down.
“Unless you want to dance for three hours straight.”
“I’m not straight.”
Lucian giggled. “Oh, you tramp. Gorgeous and a sense of humor. Why am I not thirty years younger? Don’t forget your shorts.” He grabbed them off the runway and handed them to me. “And here’s a zipper pouch for your money. I’ll keep it safe for you in the back.”
I started pulling all the sweaty bills out of my tiny jockstrap.
“If I were you – well, if I were you, I’d be bent over in the Troughs right about now – I’d chug at least three glasses of water. Just look at your glistening body.” His hands hovered in front of my stomach before he said, “You need replenishment. Drake!”
As we made our way to the bar, numerous men pinched my ass, and Richard must’ve seen it. He was following us; I watched him stand up as soon as I jumped down.
Once we were behind the bar, Drake handed me a glass of water and I used the towel to dry my face.
“Don’t drip on the fruit!” Lucian warned. “Unless it’s me. Oh, I am just too funny.”
“You were great up there.”
I looked up to see Darren – the new kid – smiling at me.
“I could never do something like that.”
“I thought the same thing myself at one point,” I said. “You don’t know if you don’t try.”
“Darren!”
He scurried back to where Drake was mixing. I felt a little guilty for leaving them short-staffed, but Lucian was the boss. While hydrating in my quiet corner, Richard found me – as if I didn’t know he would.
“I want to suck your dick so bad right now.”
“Seriously?”
He nodded.
I glanced at my watch and did the math. “I have nine minutes.”
“I think I can manage.”
As we practically jogged through the club towards the Troughs, I could only think of how sweaty I was down there.
But moments later my cock was balls-deep in Richard’s throat and he didn’t seem to mind. He had no trouble fitting all of me in his mouth – I wasn’t as long or as thick as he was.
My mind was trying to process the sensations when I realized Richard had never done this to me before. His hands pulled my ass towards him as if he was trying to go deeper.
He pulled off and said, “Fuck my mouth, Ben,” then got right back to it.
I grabbed the stall walls, attempting to keep myself from falling over when the door opened.
“Oh shit!”
Richard hadn’t even noticed, but I certainly did.
“Ben?”
It was Corey.
Old me would’ve died of embarrassment and made Richard stop, but new me was getting his world rocked by the mouth of a fucking handsome stud of a man that cared for me.
“Yeah?”
Corey said nothing as his eyes traveled down my naked torso to watch Richard’s bobbing head.
“I’d say something mean to you but he’s sucking my brains out right now.”
Still nothing. More staring.
So I just got really into it. Like a goddamn porn star.
“Take my dick, you big slut.”
And that was finally enough to make him leave.
And Richard’s tongue was enough to make me lose it.
“I’m gonna cum, Rich–ahhhh!”
With each thrust, he slurped my load down without hesitation.
I had to gently press his shoulder to get him to stop. My dick was becoming too sensitive.
“Big slut, huh?” he asked, still on his knees but smiling.
“My ex walked in on us, so I scared him off.”
“Seriously?” Richard stood up. “Let’s go. You can point him out to me. I’ll kick his ass.”
I chuckled. “I don’t think that’s necessary, but thank you.”
“Well, it’s his loss and my gain.”
A glance at my watch told me all I needed to know.
“I better get back out there.”
“I'll be watching.”
All my nerves from earlier were gone.
Corey could suck my balls. I had an amazing boyfriend that worshipped my body and supported me. Even when that meant half-naked dancing for tips from strangers.