I’d have been hobbling away. But I also thought I could reason with him. Big mistake.” Peter rubbed his forehead.
“Yeah. Big. Now rest.” Nash gave the swollen ankle a gentle kiss before he headed off.
* * * *
A few weeks later, Nash found himself in a new world. He still worked the door at Big D’s as a bouncer, but a few nights a week he went on stage for the one routine. It boosted his income and made Peter happy. As long as Peter didn’t join, Nash could live with it.
Moving in with Peter had been a scary step and fast, but he couldn’t stand being away from him. Two places seemed foolish. Ken had lifted an eyebrow at the news, but Avery just smiled, which left Nash feeling he had earned approval.
The stalker had been arrested again for going after another stripper in Vegas. This time Terry actually sliced into the poor man before anyone got there. Everyone was relieved Terry was in jail. That went double for Nash. The fact that he’d done everything he could to alert the authorities to the psycho let Nash sleep at night.
As Nash watched the finale from the doorway, he caught Peter’s gorgeous blue eyes and got a wink. The naked dance lessons were going well so far. Nash had coordination, but he had to work on rhythm.
“You okay with closing tonight?” Carl asked.
“Sure.” Nash nodded.
“Good. Bev should be back next week. I’ll be glad to stop splitting my time so much.” Carl smiled.
“Peter and I need to swing by and check out your bar one day.” Nash never expected to find himself at home in a strip club, but he was home.
* * * *
After the crowds were gone and the dancers had left, Nash went through the building, turned off all the lights and locked all the doors. He made sure the outside flood lights were on as well as the security cameras. No stalker threat; just doing his job right.
“You’re such a goody-goody.” Peter followed him around.
“I’m doing my job. When you have that dance studio, you can’t be lax on security. Not when you’re paying the bills.” Nash did a final check of the main room on the men’s side, and the office door was locked. “Ready to go?”
“Nope.” Peter grabbed Nash’s hand and led him to one of the private booths. “I want you here.”
“Here?” Nash shook his head. “We can screw around at home. There are cameras on in here.”
“We can and will. I want this now.” Peter pushed Nash into a private booth.
He sat down and shook his head. “You should ice your ankle, not do another workout.”
“Stop it. I’m just going for a ride. My knees will do all the work.” Peter opened Nash’s fly and grabbed his cock.
Already half-hard from the words, Nash lifted into Peter’s palm. “Suck me and let’s go.”
“No one is coming back. No one will know. If they find out, no one will care or be shocked.” Peter pulled a lube packet and a condom from his pocket then shoved his pants down and kicked them off along with his shoes.
“Damn it, you drive me crazy.” Nash reached for Peter.
Wrapping Nash’s cock in latex, Peter nudged away Nash’s hands. “I’m running this show. You sit back and relax.”
“Not possible.” Nash’s hard cock pulsed for attention.
Peter rubbed the lube up and down the shaft before he impaled himself slowly on that thick dick. Facing Nash, Peter wanted to be on top and see what he did to the sexy Marine. Sinking lower on that cock, Peter watched Nash’s head dip back as his eyes glazed over. Nash loved Peter’s sexual playfulness, and Peter had barely begun to show off his contortionist abilities. He pushed up Nash’s shirt and pinched his nipples until Nash moaned.
As Peter bounced harder on Nash’s cock, Nash reached for Peter’s erection. Pushing those hands away, Peter jerked himself off. His hips snapped down on Nash faster as Peter masturbated for his man.
“Don’t, I want to get you off,” Nash said.
“You are!” Peter shouted and came all over that hairy
“Yeah. Big. Now rest.” Nash gave the swollen ankle a gentle kiss before he headed off.
* * * *
A few weeks later, Nash found himself in a new world. He still worked the door at Big D’s as a bouncer, but a few nights a week he went on stage for the one routine. It boosted his income and made Peter happy. As long as Peter didn’t join, Nash could live with it.
Moving in with Peter had been a scary step and fast, but he couldn’t stand being away from him. Two places seemed foolish. Ken had lifted an eyebrow at the news, but Avery just smiled, which left Nash feeling he had earned approval.
The stalker had been arrested again for going after another stripper in Vegas. This time Terry actually sliced into the poor man before anyone got there. Everyone was relieved Terry was in jail. That went double for Nash. The fact that he’d done everything he could to alert the authorities to the psycho let Nash sleep at night.
As Nash watched the finale from the doorway, he caught Peter’s gorgeous blue eyes and got a wink. The naked dance lessons were going well so far. Nash had coordination, but he had to work on rhythm.
“You okay with closing tonight?” Carl asked.
“Sure.” Nash nodded.
“Good. Bev should be back next week. I’ll be glad to stop splitting my time so much.” Carl smiled.
“Peter and I need to swing by and check out your bar one day.” Nash never expected to find himself at home in a strip club, but he was home.
* * * *
After the crowds were gone and the dancers had left, Nash went through the building, turned off all the lights and locked all the doors. He made sure the outside flood lights were on as well as the security cameras. No stalker threat; just doing his job right.
“You’re such a goody-goody.” Peter followed him around.
“I’m doing my job. When you have that dance studio, you can’t be lax on security. Not when you’re paying the bills.” Nash did a final check of the main room on the men’s side, and the office door was locked. “Ready to go?”
“Nope.” Peter grabbed Nash’s hand and led him to one of the private booths. “I want you here.”
“Here?” Nash shook his head. “We can screw around at home. There are cameras on in here.”
“We can and will. I want this now.” Peter pushed Nash into a private booth.
He sat down and shook his head. “You should ice your ankle, not do another workout.”
“Stop it. I’m just going for a ride. My knees will do all the work.” Peter opened Nash’s fly and grabbed his cock.
Already half-hard from the words, Nash lifted into Peter’s palm. “Suck me and let’s go.”
“No one is coming back. No one will know. If they find out, no one will care or be shocked.” Peter pulled a lube packet and a condom from his pocket then shoved his pants down and kicked them off along with his shoes.
“Damn it, you drive me crazy.” Nash reached for Peter.
Wrapping Nash’s cock in latex, Peter nudged away Nash’s hands. “I’m running this show. You sit back and relax.”
“Not possible.” Nash’s hard cock pulsed for attention.
Peter rubbed the lube up and down the shaft before he impaled himself slowly on that thick dick. Facing Nash, Peter wanted to be on top and see what he did to the sexy Marine. Sinking lower on that cock, Peter watched Nash’s head dip back as his eyes glazed over. Nash loved Peter’s sexual playfulness, and Peter had barely begun to show off his contortionist abilities. He pushed up Nash’s shirt and pinched his nipples until Nash moaned.
As Peter bounced harder on Nash’s cock, Nash reached for Peter’s erection. Pushing those hands away, Peter jerked himself off. His hips snapped down on Nash faster as Peter masturbated for his man.
“Don’t, I want to get you off,” Nash said.
“You are!” Peter shouted and came all over that hairy
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