16. Ben
SIXTEEN
BEN
“A wrestling singlet?” I held it up.
“I can’t wait to see you in it.”
“At the gym?” I asked.
“Anywhere.”
“I love the color.”
“Blue’s your favorite, isn’t it?”
I nodded. “I kind of wish you had one too.”
“I bought myself a gray one. It’s a slightly different style, but basically the same.”
“From the same brand?” I asked. “Coyote?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m gonna have to see that…like now.”
Richard laughed, then said, “Open the other one.”
It was a large box that took me a while to unwrap.
“Holy shit.”
“I couldn’t decide which one to get you, so–”
“You got me a hundred jockstraps?!” The box was filled with every color of the rainbow, and then some. Solid colors, fun patterns, vintage styles, and modern teensy little things.
“It’s not a hundred. It’s, like, maybe seventeen.”
I sifted through them, looking at all the colors and styles. “Well, I will certainly enjoy trying all of them on for you.”
“This one’s my favorite,” Richard said, picking up a pink pair.
“Teamm8?”
“It’s an Australian brand.”
“So you’ll be going down under tonight?” I asked.
“Tonight and every night.”
“I’ll go get your other present.” I left the room and came back with a large wrapped frame. “It’s not something you can wear.”
My nerves kept my knee bouncing while I watched Richard unwrap the framed photo.
Of me.
Naked.
“Oh my God.” Richard’s eyes were scanning the entire piece. “This is beautiful.”
“You really like it?”
“It’s stunning. Did you take this photo yourself?”
I shook my head. “Kaleb has a photographer friend that goes to MassArt. We did it in a studio there.”
“I know just where to put it.”
I followed Richard into his bedroom where he took down the large painting he had next to his bed and hung my portrait.
Technically, you couldn’t tell it was me. The top half of my head was cut off and the rest of my face was obscured by the shadows. I was kneeling on a bed and the blanket was scrunched enough in front of me that most of my dick was hidden. It was a bit of a tease, but my pubes and the base were visible.
“I love the curve of your ass,” Richard said, admiring the photo.
You could see my butt too.
“I’m glad you like it.”
“Like it? I love it. It’s incredibly thoughtful. It’s perfect.” He pulled me towards him and planted a kiss on my cheek. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Now, you’re in my bedroom all the time.”
“I’m practically in your bedroom all the time anyway,” I said.
“Is that a complaint?”
“Oh, not at all.”
The moment hung between us. I half thought he was going to ask if I wanted to move in with him, but that might be a step too far. I was here a lot, but it wasn’t every night. Two or three times a week at most. As gorgeous as his penthouse was, Kaleb’s apartment was closer to campus anyway.
“Would you like to try living here?”
“Wh-what? Really?”
“Yeah, like you said, you’re practically here all the time anyway. Your clothes are here. You use my kitchen more than I do.”
“Yes!” I launched myself towards him, knocking both of us onto his bed.
Our laughter filled the room until I smashed our mouths together and started taking his clothes off.
“Don’t you have to work tonight?” Richard asked, coming up for air.
“Don’t worry. This’ll be quick,” I said. “I want to feel you inside me for the rest of the night.”
There was always a lull after Christmas according to Drake.
He and I talked about what we did for Christmas as we served the steady trickle of customers looking to wet their whistles. Richard actually came with me for the start of my shift and after an hour and a half, I was proud of the fact that we hadn’t had sex yet.
Not that one could tell from his expression. He was watching me like he wanted to eat me. A thought that kept me at half-mast for most of my shift so far.
Lucian flitted in.
“Y’all know about that big party on Friday?” he asked. “The day before New Years Eve.”
“New Years Eve Eve?” Drake asked.
“That’s the one.”
I shook my head. I hadn’t heard.
“Big deal.” Lucian’s hands spread up and wide. He looked at me and grinned. “And they’re requesting our blond dancer.”
“But Calvin, Bruno, and Daniel aren’t blond,” I said. “Unless they’ve dyed their hair since last week.”
“Oh, I think they mean our other blond dancer.” Lucian stepped towards me and leaned in. “The new one.”
I got the hint.
“Me? You’ve got to be joking.”
“You’re the only blond guy working here, which means you obviously left an impression on someone. I hope you’re okay with it.” He grabbed my shoulders. “I’m not above bribery.”
Frankly, it was a little flattering. I liked dancing, but I didn’t think I was so good as to receive a personal request.
“No, I’ll do it.”
“Excellent.” Lucian clapped his hands together.
“What time do I need to be here?”
“Seven thirty,” he answered. “You can take your time to get ready and then you’ll go on at eight o’clock.”
I knew something was different as soon as I entered the bar.
One, there was no music, and two, it was completely empty.
They must be renting the whole club.
But wouldn't there be caterers or decorators? Somebody should be here.
“Hello? Lucian?”
The music kicked on, startling me. It was a remix of Celine Dion's My Heart Will Go On.
What the fuck?
I continued towards the dance floor. The colored flashing lights were going and two spotlights were on: one on the main dance pole and another on a table.
For two.
What was going on?
“Good evening, Ben.”
“Richard?!”
As he stepped into the light and onto the dance floor, I immediately noticed his outfit. A tailored dark green suit, a white shirt that he had unbuttoned, and some shiny brown boots.
As I approached, my eyes were drawn to his chest.
“I hope that’s not how you dress at the office,” I said, running my fingers through his hair.
“If you worked there, this is how you’d want me to dress.”
“If I worked there, you wouldn't be wearing anything.” I sneaked a kiss. “What’s going on here? Where’s the party?”
“This is it,” Richard said.
“This is what?”
“This is the party.”
I looked around…was everyone hiding? The table was set for dinner.
From my favorite diner…
“Did you rent out the club?” I was putting it together. “For us?”
“Maybe.”
“You did.” I hit his chest. “You’re the one that requested me. I can’t believe it.”
“Does that mean you won’t be my private dancer?”
“Well, no.”
I couldn’t believe he’d done this.
“Don’t you need to get into your outfit?” Richard asked, motioning to the pole. “I did ask for the blond dancer.”
“I’ll go get ready.”
“We’re the only ones here. Feel free to strip where you like.”
I took off my coat, dropped my bag, and then my jeans. In a few minutes, I was bare-chested and wearing a cowboy hat, leather vest, assless chaps, and a fringed jockstrap.
“I like the theme,” Richard said, playing with the fringe on my pouch.
“It’s new. I figured tonight was special.”
“It is now.”
“Now? You rented the entire club for us. It’s pretty fucking special already.” I tried to clear my throat, but it was dry. “Would you like a drink? I can get us both something from the bar.”
“You know what I like.”
I walked over to make myself a margarita and get him a whiskey. I brought two waters as well.
“Should I dance first?” I asked. “Or do you want to eat?”
“One more thing.” Richard reached into his jacket pocket. “Turn around.”
I heard the familiar sound of a lube bottle snapping open and felt Richard’s warm fingers slide into my crack, teasing my hole.
“Fuck, Richard.” I couldn’t believe we were in the middle of The Stable. “Are you sure there’s no one here?”
“We’ve fucked on the dance floor before. Why so bashful now?”
“We’re–” Fuck me! His slick fingers slid inside easily, stretching me open. “We’re exposed.”
“It’s just you and me, Ben. You ready for more?”
I nodded.
As soon as I felt the pressure, I knew it wasn’t his cock. My slight disappointment evaporated as soon as I realized what it was.
I grabbed onto Richard as he continued to press the plug inside me and couldn’t help but cry out when it passed the threshold and shifted into place.
“I can’t believe you.”
“What?” Richard gave my ass a playful slap. “I’ve wanted to watch you dance while you’re plugged since I gave it to you.”
“You better not activate it when I’m doing something difficult,” I warned.
“I’m not trying to get you hurt. I just want you up there on display, squirming, while I blast your prostate with my phone.”
This was different.
Obviously, Richard and I were alone, yes, but knowing he was the only one watching. I wasn’t up here for anyone else.
It made it different.
And then there was the plug.
I tried not to watch his fingers, but every time he went for his phone, I clenched in anticipation.
After the first zing, I kept one hand on the pole at all times. The sensation was that powerful. I wasn’t even trying to move to the music anymore.
With the plug going off twice a minute, sometimes more, Richard watching me and touching himself, and my hard cock rubbing against the leathery fabric of my jock, I was like a dog in heat.
I needed to get fucked. Now.
“Please, Richard. That’s enough.”
“Are you telling me when I’ve had enough?” he asked. “I could watch you all night.”
I groaned as the plug went off again, thrusting forward in an attempt to pull the plug farther in. I just needed it to shift a bit more to really hit the spot.
“Please, what?”
“Please, fuck me.”
“But what about dinner?” He motioned to the table. “It’s getting cold.”
After he stopped the vibrations, Richard stood up to help me down from the pole. He pulled out my chair, so I sat down. I knew there wasn’t a point in arguing. He was doing this to draw it out, to tease me.
Surprisingly, my grilled cheese was still warm.
Throughout dinner, we made small talk. Richard threw in a few compliments about my performance and my body. His foot grazed the front of my jockstrap once and I nearly fell out of the chair.
When we were finished, he said, “We’ve done what I wanted tonight so far. Is there anything you’d like to do?”
Oh, the possibilities.
“I could have you strip to nothing and dance on that pole for me.”
“Oh?”
Fucking fuck!
He had activated the plug – it had to be on full blast. I stood up and made my way over to the stage, trying to grab something solid to brace myself against. All my muscles were flexed; it felt like a goddamn magic wand up there.
“Aaaaahhhh! Fuck!”
As quickly as it started, it stopped and I struggled to catch my breath. Glancing down, I confirmed what I already felt. All this stimulation had pushed my precum into overdrive; there was a huge wet spot on the front of my jock.
“Any other thoughts?” Richard asked, standing up.
“You can stop dicking around with this plug and fuck me with the real deal.”
He unbuttoned his pants and his half-hard cock flopped out.
“You want it right here on the dance floor, up on stage, or somewhere else?”
I was so fucking horny I dropped to my knees immediately and opened my mouth.
“I guess that answers that.”