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When he opened the door and we went in, I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I was blown away. Polished marble tiles lined the entry foyer and a grand staircase, lushly carpeted, led up to the second floor. To either side of the foyer, a wide hall led to expansive rooms that I could just barely glimpse through open doorways.

He put my suitcase down and locked the door. “Welcome to our home.”

I wrapped my arms around Ryan’s neck and pulled myself up for a kiss. “It’s good to be here. It’s good to be with you.”

He stared deep into my eyes, igniting fires within me. “We could go for a tour now, if you’d like.”

I glanced around the huge space—I would definitely need a tour and maybe a map. But right now...I took in his broad chest and tapered waist, and his bulge just below that. I needed to get him in bed now—I needed his closeness and his touch. “It would be great if you could show me the bedroom first, so...I’ll know where we’ll be sleeping.”

I winked at him, trying to play coy. My cock strained against my fly, my ass itched to get stuffed. I knew Ryan wanted it just as bad—I reached down and grabbed his crotch. His bulge was thick and hard.

He pulled me close for another kiss and pushed his tongue into my mouth. God, he tasted good. I hopped up and wrapped my legs around his waist. Now that we weren’t at the airport, I could do things to him that I couldn’t do there. He held my thighs up with his strong hands and carried me up the stairs.

I nuzzled his neck as he took us down a short hallway on the second floor, through a double set of doors. The first thing I saw was the king-sized bed, and as Ryan took me toward it, I then noticed the huge picture window above and its spectacular view of the ocean. An exhibitionistic thrill charged through me as I thought of us fucking in front of the window for the world to see.

“This place is amazing,” I said.

Ryan laid me down on his bed and straddled my body, elbows beside my ears. He kissed me again, licking and tasting my lips. I slid my hands under his shirt and felt up his furry, muscular chest. His pert nipples sharpened beneath my fingertips.

“I need you, Liam,” he whispered into my ear. “I need you more than you know.” His lips blazed a trail down my jaw line, to my Adam’s apple. I groaned and bucked my hips up against his as he licked my collarbone, one of my most sensitive spots.

“God, Ryan...”

He gently grasped the hem of my shirt and pulled it effortlessly over my head, tossing it on the floor. He sat up, admiring my body, and ran the pads of his thumbs over my nipples, sending a shiver through my core.

“Your body is so perfect,” Ryan groaned. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you’d stayed in New York.”

“I’m here now. That’s all that matters.”

He leaned down again. “You’re right.” He made me shiver as he kissed my Adam’s apple again, then planted gentle kisses down the centre of my chest until he reached my navel. With his broad fingers, he carefully unbuttoned my fly and shimmied my jeans down until he left me in just my lucky red jockstrap.

I grabbed a fistful of his shirt. “These things need to come off, too.”

He smiled at me and hopped off the bed, quickly stripping down to nothing, his glorious Adonis-like body outlined by the bright sunshine behind him.

Ryan lay on the bed beside me and put my hand on his cock as he claimed my mouth with his again. I stroked his thick shaft, giving into his forceful kisses. But I couldn’t take it anymore. My mouth was watering—I needed to taste him. I broke from the kiss and shuffled down the bed to his luscious meat. Closing my eyes, I descended toward it, extending my tongue and licking up and down the shaft, relishing his unique, salty taste. It was better than I remembered.

I took his cock in my mouth and started sucking up and down. Sweet precum leaked out of his bulbous head and danced along my taste buds. His cock was stiff, but the flesh was smooth as velvet. I massaged his shaft hard with my tongue and lips, loving the way his cock filled every inch of my mouth.

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Fuck, why did I have to jerk off? Yanking my cock meant I was now late for work. I tried not to shove people aside as I charged down the sidewalk and through the intersection.

I stepped off the curb and a taxi blared its horn at me, nearly taking my knees out. Shit! I slammed my fist on the trunk of the cab as it zipped past me. The cabbie flipped me the bird, hand sailing through the air. Another car honked and whizzed by and I nearly lost it with him too. What was wrong with these assholes? I looked up at the lights, then saw the cars had right of way.

That didn’t make me feel any less angry. I swore under my breath and avoided eye contact with a nearby grandma glaring at me.

My phone chirped. I pulled it out and read the message from Ken. You coming, man?

I texted back that I was almost there. God damn it, I’ve never been late for a shift at the club before. I was supposed to be in the back room ten minutes ago.

This was all Ryan’s fault. I met him two weeks ago at the club—a former porn star and now a porn director—and we hit it off immediately. We fucked, every night for a week. It was intense. We had something real...something hot. But then he flew back to L.A. Before he left, he asked me to move in with him, to abandon everything here in New York and fly across the country. More than that, he wanted me to star in some of his porn vids. I was tempted, so fucking tempted.

The need to be with Ryan had me aching in my bones and made my cock permanently hard. I spent the past week alternating between missing him and masturbating over him. I jacked off this afternoon and then fell asleep, and then before I left for work I had to jack off one more time—and now I was running late.

Finally, I rounded the last corner and Club 21 came into view. There was a small line-up across the front of the building. Max, the bouncer, stood at the head of the line with his arms across his chest. He was so massive. No one fucked with Max.

When he saw me running up, Max grinned and held the door open. It must have been an enviable sight to those wannabe daddies in the crowd watching how we smiled at each other, but make no mistake—Max was straight. “Have a good night, Liam,” he said as I rushed past him. Before I was out of reach, he gave my bum a quick grope. Okay, so he was mostly straight; even the straight daddies liked a firm twink bum now and then.

Inside the club, it was dark, hot, and the music was already thumping. The crowd was a little thin, but the line outside promised a crowded night. I bit my lip as I passed the pool tables, the place where I first spotted Ryan two weeks ago.

“Liam, you’re late.” Rachel’s voice pulled me out of my disjointed thoughts. Somehow, I had come up right beside her and not even noticed.

I nodded. “I’m sorry. I really am. I’ve just been having a bad week.”

Rachel smiled. I suspected she knew bits and pieces of what had happened between Ryan and I. “That’s okay,” she said. “I’ll let you off the hook this time. Try to shake it out of your system tonight and just have fun, okay?”

I gave her a weak smile. “I’ll try. Thanks.”

She gave me another smile and nodded toward the back of the club. I rushed around the dance floor and past the bar, toward the back. I took a deep breath before opening the door to the back room. There was a second reason I was late, and it was to avoid who was waiting inside.

Lance. He’d kissed me last weekend. To my surprise—shock, confusion—I kissed back and...I liked it. But I was with Ryan. My future was with Ryan, if I could just grow some balls and take what the man was offering me. I was on the cusp of finally doing something with my life and then Lance went and made a move on me. Fuck.

I pushed the door open and plastered a smile on my face. Both Lance and Ken were facing each other wearing only their dancing shorts, which were hooked under their balls.

“Perfect timing,” Ken said, holding his cock in his hand. “We were just about to start.”

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Now that no one was in the corridor of the hotel, I stopped trying to hide my boner. I rushed down the hall, the same as I’d done every night this week, to room 1239. I knocked on the door.

“Just a second,” a voice called from inside. That voice. That deep and masculine voice that came from the hottest man I’d ever fucked—the hottest man I’d ever met.

My already-hard cock stiffened more. I’d seen him only a few hours ago, but I had to go to my day job at the bookstore—the longest shift of my life. I couldn’t wait to get inside, rip off all my clothes, and get on all fours on his bed.

My heart skipped a few beats when I heard the lock click and the door opened just a crack.

Ryan.

He had trimmed his facial hair down to just a trace of sexy stubble. He glanced up the corridor to ensure no one else was around then stepped back, swinging the door wide open.

Good God, he was in nothing but his underwear. His chest and abs were covered in defined muscles and dusted with sexy hair.

“Hi,” I said.

He stood aside to let me pass. “Come in.”

His bulge strained against the hot pink cotton of his too-tight briefs. I’d seen all of him before, but seeing his cock concealed like this made it all exciting again.

Ryan was a former porn star, Jeremy Caber, and his body definitely showed it. He had the hot daddy look down to a T—tanned skin, beefy chest, hair sprawled across his pecs, and a monster cock.

I was sure to rub against him when I slipped past. I shrugged off my jacket, letting it fall to the floor. With a quick glance around the room, I catalogued the past week by the places we’d fucked. Sunday was the bed (twice), Monday was the chair by the window, Tuesday was the leather reclining office chair, Wednesday was the shower—or wait, that was Thursday and Wednesday. Friday was the bed again, and the shower, and the balcony door, then at midnight, after taking me out for ribs he folded me up on the carpet right in front of the coffee table, ripped my pants down, and pounded me like a wild dog in heat—he even growled when he blasted his hot load in my guts...fuck I could come just thinking about that. Friday was my day off from the bookstore and I’d spent the whole day with Ryan.

Today was Saturday and I knew exactly where it was going to happen this time. I met Ryan’s eyes and rushed across the room. I collided with his solid bulk and he wrapped his strong arms around me. I brought my mouth up to his and kissed him, tentatively at first, and then with deeper lust. His tongue pushed into my mouth and I tasted him. The faint tang of whiskey was on his breath again, just like always...it drove me wild. I ran my hands up and down his back, feeling his muscles, his strength.

Ryan scooped me up and set me down at the edge of the bed. “Fuck, I’ve missed you, Liam.”

He undid my jeans and pulled them down my legs, slipping off my socks with them. I propped myself up on my elbows and bit my lip as he brought his mouth tantalizingly close to my crotch, his breath hot on my bulge. I pushed my hips up, desperate for contact with his mouth, my cock tingling.

He teased me. Ryan’s mouth drifted upward, so close to touching—to kissing—my body, but it never did. His breath heated my skin, moved up over my waistband as he pushed up the hem of my shirt. His tongue finally touched me, circling my navel, pressing in, the touch like blazing fire.

I gasped and arched my back. “Oh, God, Ryan. You’re driving me crazy.”

“Good. This is how I feel every minute I’m with you.” He bit one of my nipples and I whimpered, dropping my head back and grinding my cock against his abs.

Ryan pulled my shirt over my head, but before I could slip out of it, he pulled it tight across my face, trapping my arms. I shivered when he dug his tongue into my pits. It felt so good—fuck, it drove me crazy. I bucked my hips up and my hard cock met his, our cotton-clad shafts grinding together.

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We’re the go-go boys of Club 21. We dance, we fuel fantasies, and we give ourselves to the beat. We bump, we grind, and before each shift we have a jerk off competition; the order in which we come determines who gets the most desirable dance platform.

Normally, I shoot first, earning me the prime spot by the DJ. Ken usually comes shortly after me; he claims I get him excited. Lance, our new guy, he’s always last and ends up with the crappy spot by the pool tables.

Today, I decided to try something different—a strategy, if you will—to teach Lance an important lesson about being a go-go boy. I yanked down the front of my shorts and let my cock hang out, then grabbed it in my fist, stroking up and down the shaft. In front of me, Liam and Ken stood with their shorts tucked under their balls as they pumped with vigor.

I held back, loosening my grip just a bit, but still keeping it tight enough to stay hard and throbbing. I grunted and faked an impending climax, hoping it would give the other guys incentive to rush to completion.

The faking worked. Ken groaned and numerous rockets of hot, white cum launched from his cock. His load splattered on the tiled floor, like some abstract painter’s creation, a wad of it dropping on my toes.

“Sorry, Liam,” Ken said as he came down from that high of orgasm. I doubted Ken was actually sorry—he was definitely the bad boy of our trio. He drank, partied, and had a high-octane sex drive.

I looked at the cum on my feet and then winked at him. “Ken, you sick fucker. You can lick it off.”

He stuck his tongue out at me, then crossed his arms and watched Lance and I battle to the finish. I kept stroking, making my effort look convincing. Lance fixed me with his usual cocky stare. Lust glazed his eyes too, no doubt fuelled by the actions of his fist.

“Uhhh...” Lance groaned as his cock fired off a dozen good bullets of cum, showering across the diamond-tile floor. Fuck, he could shoot a mean load.

Lance had joined us three weeks ago and I didn’t know too much about him. He was a quiet jock, a much better fit than Aaron, the airhead twink who he’d replaced. Having a jock in our small group was good for bringing in more customers. Ken and I were well-toned and we all had boyish charm—it was part of the job, after all—but Lance’s body was hard and toned, and packed with an impressive array of muscle. And boy, could he dance.

I didn’t realize I’d stopped stroking until Ken said, “You planning on coming?”

I shrugged, letting go of my cock. “I don’t think it’s happening tonight...probably shouldn’t have tugged it this afternoon.”

Ken snorted. “Whatever.” He swiped a bead of cum from his dick and licked it off, then tugged up his shorts and headed to the staff bathroom to grab paper towels.

Lance and I pulled up our shorts too. I smiled at him, trying to give my best look of sheepish defeat.

“That was on purpose, wasn’t it?” He asked.

I leaned in close to him. “Yeah. Now, why do you think I did it?”

“Hmm...are you trying to teach me another one of your go-go boy secrets?”

I grabbed my thick bulge and gave it a shake for him. “See this?”

Lance looked down at my basket and bit his lip, then reached in his shorts and adjusted himself. “Mmm. I get it. Don’t come so you’ve got a bigger bulge.”

“The bigger the bulge, the bigger the tips, no matter where you dance. I’ll prove it to you. I plan to make a killing tonight. Tomorrow, you can try and do the same. I bet you’ll make more than your usual thirty-seven bucks.”

Ken came back with the paper towels and started wiping up the cum. He paused and looked up at us. I think he knew we had cut off a conversation upon his return. “Boys?”

I looked at Lance—he would keep a straight face if I lied. “We’re talking about bulges,” I said.

A wicked grin crossed Ken’s lips as he wiped more cum up from the floor, then from my foot. “Bulges are one of my favorite things to talk about.” He tossed the paper towels in the wastebasket. “Are we talking about a particular bulge?”

Lance looked as if he’d been caught red-handed with porn. “Liam’s.”

“Oh...in that case, that’s definitely a bulge I like.” Ken grabbed the front of my tight shorts, groping my cock and balls.

I swatted his hand away. “No touching unless you’re tipping. You know the rules.”

Ken laughed and swiftly turned around. He slapped my ass as he passed me. “I like your butt better than your bulge, anyway.”

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