“Hey… hey…HEY! Hey you can stop dancing now.”
“I can?”
“Yeah, you got the job. You look kinda thick but you got some serious hip talent.”
“Ok wow. Fantastic thanks. I’ll uh – call you, about scheduling, and um. Stuff.”
“Yes, call tomorrow, we’ll know more then.”
“Thank you. IIIIII~I’m going to go over there and freak out and be fabulous.”
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Text is fictional. This is Alex Pettyfer from Magic Mike.
He wasn’t expecting me back so soon from my jog – and I hadn’t intended to be back this early, except I was sure I’d sprained my ankle. The sight of him gyrating in our bedroom took all the pain away as the blood making my ankle swell shot back up my leg to my crotch. Javier was lost in the music. He had the most incredible hips, this tiny little hourglass waist and a big hunky torso, pythons for biceps, a very kissable mouth.
When I saw him dance like this, it reminded me that I was dating a stripper and a go-go boy. Well, no, I’m not dating that boy. I’m dating Javier. That boy flirts and reveals his gorgeous body and cut cock to strangers, he lets them grope his ass and shove money into his underwear – but I get to fuck Javier. I get to cuddle with him, I get to encourage him to give me roadhead when we’re stuck in traffic. I get to see this candid side of him in my bedroom.
The state of my cock is obvious in my loose running shorts. Javier’s own cargo shorts fall to the floor and he steps out of them, wiggling in a circle. When Javier rotates towards me, he sees me and startles, clutching his chest in momentary panic. My faces contorts in sheepish guilt. He rips out the earbuds.
“Shit, you scared the fuck outta me! I thought you was on a jog, baby!”
“Sorry! Sorry hot thing, I was. I twisted my ankle and decided to just come home. Please don’t stop, you’re so fucking sexy.”
Javier glanced at my foot hovering a little off the ground, but quickly he was distracted by my boner. “I did that to you?”
“Fuck yeah you did, shake your ass for me, hot thing.”
He grinned and his persona slipped out. He put his earbuds back in and danced for me. I began to play with myself as Javier shimmied and shook his butt to a song I couldn’t even really hear. I knew what he was listening to though because Javier translated it perfectly with his body.
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Text is fictional. No idea who this is.
“You wanna be a go-go dancer here, boy? You think just because you’re hired, you’re god’s gift to fags? Think you can show up with a swagger and get to dance on the front bar without earning your dues?” I grab his hair and pull his head back, and lick his jaw. He gasps softly. “You taste like fresh meat. You know what we do with fresh meat here?”
“N-n-no.”
“We will eat you alive, unless you can fight for yourself. Make one wrong move and I will cannibalize you. This is my bar, the dancers are my bitches, and you will move about my pack as I please. Do you understand?”
“Y-y-yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Y-y-yes sir.”
I grin. He is pushing a huge boner in those tight denim shorts of his. He’s gonna fit in just fine here. “You want to suck my cock, don’t you boy?”
“Fuck yeah,” he moans.
I push him to the floor and make him do it while the bartenders are watching, setting up for tonight. He’s good, very good. He is gonna be a threat to my hierarchy with a tongue like that. I will have to be diligent in keeping him under my thumb, and under my balls.
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Text is fictional. Photo is from Cockyboys’ Project GogoBoy series. More pics and trailer for a threesome at the source.
Yousef spends a good hour in the tub twice a week practicing his ass jiggles in the mirror, the same way a ballet dancer might watch herself stretch in front of one. As the club’s #1 go go dancer and boy-for-hire, Yousef’s entire life revolved around his status as the best power bottom in the club. He took mesmerizing men with his amazing ass very seriously.
If one of them wanted to take him home after, he had to be be able to live up the standards. He had to be able to go from power bottom mode to pussyboi mode in seconds; they expected Youself would make their eyes roll back in their heads from way he was massaging his cock with just his butt and draw every drop of seed out of their balls. It wasn’t unusual for Yousef to make rent in one night, but that ability didn’t come from raw talent – it was lots of practice, lots and lots of practice.
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Post is fictional. Guy is Billy Santoro. This short Vine clip is the source.)
I logged into my old Flickr account and found this image I liked a *long* time ago. Perfect for Tumblr! MJs is a gay bar and home to Los Angeles’ only gay Middle Eastern night. If you don’t feel like dancing, you can have a drink and watch the go go dancers gyrating on the bar counters. This one here is really earning his dollars by showing off his package and sweating hard. Sexy as hell!