Private Dancer

Excerpt 1:

“Okay, ladies, I’m here to entertain you,” Casey shouted above the music.
“We’re all eyes, sweetie,” one of the women standing near the stage shouted back to him. She waved a handful of ones in his direction, “Take it off and let’s see what you got, honey.”
Tipping his hat in a gentlemanly gesture, he paraded around the floor, moving sensuously and bringing on another round of applause.
He often wondered what brought the females out to a strip club. Maybe they were lonely for male companionship. Some of them looked starved for affection and needed to find it somewhere even if it was watching a man shedding his clothes. Oh well, whatever turned them on, he intended to give them a show.
When his eyes adjusted to the glaring lights, his gaze traveled to the back of the room. There, in his usual place, sat the dark stranger. Without meaning for it to happen, their eyes met in an intimate duel, and it took all Casey’s willpower to look away. Something he couldn’t identify passed between them; some message, making Casey wonder if the stranger wanted something from him and tried showing him by making eye contact.
From their brief interlude, Casey felt his cock swell in excitement. He hoped the tight costume held his package in place. A myriad of thoughts raced through his head about how it would look to display a hard-on for the crowd. They’d probably love it, offering a more generous tip when the dance ended.
His eyes again drifted to the man in back noting how the brown eyes watched him relentlessly. A hungry look drifted out from the brown eyes into Casey’s receptive green gaze. Casey felt his mouth watering at the thought of giving this man a blow job, or getting one from the stranger. He silently wondered what the man would think if he could read his thoughts; Casey hoped it would be an affirmative reaction. The more he watched the stranger, the hornier he felt. Casey would give anything to find out if this man might be interested in a male companion or was strictly into women. Casey felt arousal winging its way through him making his heart race. Casey judged the stranger to be around twenty-five. The right age for me.

Excerpt 2

Casey waited impatiently for Mathew to make the next move. Stretched out on the bed, Casey watched as Mathew leaned over his quivering body, raining kisses along his inner thighs. Mathew’s journey led directly to Casey’s balls, tight and firm with excitement and expectation.
Mathew licked the fleshy globes, sending euphoric sensations racing through Casey.
Casey couldn’t hold still, and raised his hips in anticipation of Mathew’s lips finding his cock. But Mathew continued to move up Casey’s body, and continued his tongue torment with warm strokes across Casey’s belly, up to his chest. Eventually, his lips captured Casey’s, as his tongue pushed its way into his mouth. The caressing strokes brought another shudder racing through Casey.