Hot for Charity (4 page)

“This isn’t my normal weekend hangout.” Kyler noticed more doors in the back. “What’s through there?”

“Rehearsal room,” Cody said.

Kyler went in, and Cody followed, closing the door behind him.

“Like a dance studio.” Kyler looked at the mirrors along one wall while windows ran along the opposite one.

Cody shrugged. “Yeah, that’s what it is. Some of the guys were ballet dancers and others jazz or modern. Many of the men teach dance classes part-time. I have rhythm. But I’m not as good as most.”

“You’re hot.” Kyler walked up to Cody and bumped him with his shoulder.

“Thanks but all the guys are. I prefer driving the ambulance, which I should never admit to a customer.” Cody shook his head.

“I’m not really a customer.” Kyler wandered to a dark corner and watched how the moonlight filled the room. “My friends dragged me here, and you’re the only one worth watching.”

Cody walked over to the corner and leaned in just as Kyler had hoped he would do. “I’m sorry if I was to forward in the private dance. I liked you. Now I know why.”

“You weren’t too forward. I was nervous and embarrassed. I’ve never frequented strip clubs.” Kyler grabbed Cody’s arm and pulled him in closer. “I don’t need to pay someone to date me or sleep with me. I wasn’t sure how to handle that situation smoothly.”

“Dancing is about being smooth. The rest is about making the right move.” Cody moved closer.

Kyler took the bait and kissed the tempting man of many jobs. His arms slid around Cody’s neck as Kyler pressed closer, enjoying the feel of those hard muscles. Cody’s large hands ran down Kyler’s body, pushing him against the wall. One hand found Kyler’s growing cock and encouraged the erection.

Moaning, Kyler could not believe something like this would happen to him. Cody kissed him hard, and Kyler reached for Cody’s dick. As he felt the big shaft pulsing, Cody knelt down. The rasp of his zipper, and Kyler felt the cool air on his sac as Cody tongued the tip of his dick.

“Here?” Kyler asked.

Cody chuckled. Massaging Kyler’s balls, Cody swallowed his cock all the way down and let his tongue torment the smaller man. Kyler wanted to thrust or pull back, but he couldn’t do either. Cody had him, and, in a way, it was freeing. Finally, Cody came up for air and kissed the head of Kyler’s dick.

“We could be caught.” Kyler wasn’t a teenager anymore. He had a house where he could screw all he wanted. Not that anyone here would be shocked by gay sex.

“Want me to go home with you and finish the job there?” Cody asked.

Kyler nodded.

Cody grinned and gripped the shaft of Kyler’s cock. Stroking him hard, Cody lapped and sucked the tip of Kyler. Writhing, Kyler thrust into Cody’s palm. He wanted the pleasure to last, but he also wanted to go somewhere private to start all over again.

As if Cody sensed Kyler’s frustration, he flicked his tongue over the tip of Kyler’s cock while sliding his free hand behind Kyler’s sac until he teased his asshole. Kyler’s body relaxed on instinct. He wanted it so badly but not here.

“Please,” Kyler groaned.

“Come on, and we’ll go. I’ll fuck until you can’t stand straight.” Cody rubbed his lips over Kyler’s cock and worked his finger in slow circles.

The buildup was too much as Cody jerked Kyler’s dick faster. He came with a grunt. As soon as he could, he forced his eyes open to see Cody licking up his cum. It wasn’t just a dream.

“Thanks, let’s go.” Kyler grabbed his pants and slid sideways to be just out of reach. He closed his fly and watched Cody stand up. The big hunk of man looked so innocent and happy. Kyler wanted to bend over and let that stripper do anything to him.

Cody rubbed his crotch. “You want me to drive like this?”

The big erection tented Cody’s pants. Kyler reached out and rubbed that thick dick. It would be inside him tonight. No doubts there. He wanted to be stretched by it. “You can’t wait?”

Cody grinned. “Could you?”

Fair enough. Kyler pushed Cody’s pants down and jerked his shaft. His other hand worked the tip.

“That’s not fair,” Cody groaned.

“If I suck you off, it’ll take an hour. I’ll tease.” Kyler rubbed his thumb roughly over the head of Cody’s cock.

The stripper’s hips snapped. “Damn, you would. Do it faster.”

Kyler was good with his hands and had the big guy cursing and thrusting. The soft noises from Cody’s throat ignited Kyler’s desires again, but he could wait. He wanted to watch the stripper come hard. Cody grabbed Kyler by the hair and pulled his head down. That was all the coaxing Kyler needed.

He wrapped his lips around Cody’s dick and sucked until he got the dose of cream down his throat. The thick shot coated his tongue, and he swallowed while rubbing Cody’s balls. The stripper thrust playfully in Kyler’s mouth.

“Shit, we better go, or I’ll be bending you over the hood of your car in the parking lot.” Cody pulled back from Kyler and fastened his fly.

Licking his lips, he followed the stripper through the back exit.

* * * *

Cody parked behind Kyler’s car and took a deep breath. He wanted more time with this sexy man, but this definitely wasn’t a traditional date. Nor was it a kinky hookup from the club that would just be sex. Cody exited his car and made sure the old sedan was locked. It was a nice neighborhood, but some habits were well ingrained.

Kyler went in through the garage, and Cody followed. The strip club felt a bit like a blur. He followed Kyler inside.

“Did you want dinner or something?” Kyler asked.

“No, I’m good. Dinner breaks are easier to get when I’m behind the bar. I know my hours are weird.” Cody looked around the small house.

“You work nonstop. You should probably go home and go to sleep.” Kyler set his keys on the counter and flipped on some lights.

“I don’t work tomorrow. I work my schedule so I get a day or two off a week.” Cody moved closer to Kyler. “So what’s this other fundraiser for the shelter?”

“Just a car wash on Friday afternoon. They hope to get people coming home from work. The kids want to help where they can. They know it won’t be much, but tell Bev and Avery that if they want their cars washed free, they’ll get it. The shelter appreciates the donations and it’s definitely taken the stress off but still not enough to refi things yet. The car wash won’t mean much for the bank, but it keeps the kids out of trouble.” Kyler shrugged.

Cody knew some of those kids would go out looking for adventure, but that was being a teenager. At least they would have a safe place they could go. “Sorry, I don’t have a big wad of cash to donate. It’s hard to believe parents actually would kick their kids out for something like that.”

“The kids come from all over. A lot of them will travel south or west because it’s warmer. At least they won’t freeze to death. Vegas nights get cold, but it could be a lot worse. Some of the teens come from super-religious families. They didn’t even tell their family they were gay, just ran when it got too hard to keep secret.” Kyler went to the fridge. “Don’t worry about the money. Bev, Avery and Ken saved our butts for now. Want something to drink?”

“No, I’m fine. Thanks.” Cody followed Kyler. “Ken still surprises me.”

“I bet he had a rough time coming out. Considering his age, his parents probably weren’t too thrilled. He’s trying to help from a distance. He’s a clinger.” Kyler took Cody’s hand and led him around the rest of the house.

The mini tour was nice, but Kyler’s touch was nicer. Cody held his hand as they went down the hall that had to house the bedrooms. “A clinger?” Cody asked.

Kyler nodded. “Some people don’t like change. They can’t handle it. They stay in the same city, close to the same people, and do the same thing and like it. Those are the kids who have the worst trouble adjusting. They didn’t want to leave. Rejection always hurts, but when they’re forced into it, it takes bigger toll.”

“We’re not those, are we?” Cody asked.

“No, but I think Ken is. Same job, same friends, and same city. Not that my opinion matters. He’s deeper than you give him credit for.” Kyler nudged Cody into the bedroom.

He went very willingly and sat on the bed. “Ken is good at what he does. He knows the business. I give him a lot of credit; he’s alone. He’s a stripper, and he’s gotta be pushing fifty. Good body or not, the guy can’t move like me.”

Kyler sat next to Cody. “True, but Bev’ll handle him. I’m sure. I still can’t believe he and Avery aren’t a thing.”

Cody flopped back on the bed. “All I know is ‘don’t ask’. That’s what I was told.”

“Clinging to his ex.” Kyler leaned back and rolled on his side to look at Cody. “So you don’t want a late dinner. Or a drink. The car wash isn’t that interesting. I really don’t want to talk about Ken and Avery all night.”

Cody smiled. He liked men who were direct. “I promised I’d fuck you senseless, and I can’t wait. Playing around at the club wasn’t enough.”

“For me either.” Kyler kicked off his shoes while he removed his shirt.

Cody went to work on Kyler’s fly, and they had him naked in seconds. When Cody tugged his shirt off, Kyler took even more initiative. That rough tongue flicking his nipples made Cody’s cock tingle. Throwing the shirt across the room, he slid his feet out of his shoes, then pushed his pants down.

As Kyler nibbled on Cody’s chest, he helped Cody pull of his pants. Cody pinned Kyler to the bed and kissed him possessively. It was not a strip club hookup. This was more. It had to be. He kissed his way down Kyler’s muscled form. So tempted to suck that cock again, but Cody resisted and licked along. He did pause over those tight balls. He nuzzled and bit until Kyler moaned.

But Cody had another target. He lapped at Kyler’s asshole, then rubbed an index finger there. Kyler’s body opened for him, and Kyler’s cock grew fully hard.

“You want it?” Cody teased.

“Yes, please. Fuck me!” Kyler lifted his hips.

“You got stuff?” Cody asked.

Kyler sat up and kissed Cody hard on the lips. As Cody was pulled into the kiss, Kyler eased back and opened the nightstand drawer. Condoms and lube, just what Cody needed. As he grabbed the bottle and one packet of protection, Kyler climbed to the center of the bed on his hands and knees.

Normally, that was exactly how Cody wanted a guy. Get off and move on. He had hooked up enough to know how to avoid drama, but Kyler was different. Cody felt it, but it was too early to push that. Instead, he pushed a lubed finger inside the sexy man and felt him open, then tighten.

“I’m not a teenager,” Kyler moaned.

“I’m not exactly small either.” Cody was not smug about his size, but he was built bigger all over.

Kyler rocked back on the finger. “I can take it all. Don’t tease.”

Cody pulled his finger back and added more lube. Squeezing those firm cheeks, he caught Kyler rubbing his own cock. They both needed relief. Cody slid on protection, knelt on the bed and lined himself up behind Kyler. As Cody eased inside, he kissed into Kyler’s shoulders.

“Don’t go slow,” Kyler protested.

“Back up on it,” Cody teased.

Rocking the tip of his dick in and out of Kyler’s ass, Cody felt the tension and need building in them both. Kyler slid an inch back and worked his hips to take more of that erection. Cody grabbed Kyler’s ass and groaned at the tight fit.

“Too much for who? You think you’re big stuff, prove it.” Kyler taunted him.

Cody started to get the sex game. He wasn’t too rough, but he liked topping guys. “You’re the one begging for dick.”

“I can get it anywhere. You think you own that stage. This is where it counts.” Kyler rocked back and squeezed Cody’s cock.

Grinning, Cody eased back and slid forward several inches. He felt Kyler tighten and listened to him groan.

“Like that? I’ve got more.” Cody rocked back and thrust again so his lover could feel it. “I bet you wanted me to fuck you in the parking lot. Bend you over that nice car of yours and make you scream.”

“Shit, don’t stop.” Kyler gasped as his body relaxed.

“You wanted me to fuck you in that rehearsal hall and get caught. I bet you wanted it during that lap dance.” Cody rocked in and out of Kyler’s body but didn’t advance.

“More, please,” Kyler said tensely.

Cody liked the slight power feel. It was what he had on stage, but that was truly an illusion. There he danced for money and didn’t always like who wanted a private performance. Here, he had what he wanted and a grateful recipient.

“Say it, say you want to bend over for me wherever and whenever I want.” Cody reached around and stroked Kyler’s dick slowly.

“Damn, yes. Fine. I want you. I want all of it. Shit, whatever you want.” Kyler pushed back and got more.

Cody groaned and tried to pull back. Instead, he pushed farther until he was balls deep in that tight ass. “Mine.”

The word was meaningless, Cody had no power or hold on Kyler, but he wanted that man to be his. There was no objection or fight, though. Kyler moaned and pressed back, rotating his ass as much as he could.

Taking charge, Cody pulled back and filled Kyler’s ass hard. The groans aroused him more. It made sense now. Why Kyler was so nervous and awkward in the private dance. Most guys who paid for attention expected Cody to do what they wanted.

Kyler wanted someone else to take charge a little. The man was a true bottom, probably never fucked another guy but always took it. Just what Cody needed.

“Like it?” Cody jerked Kyler’s cock as he stayed buried deep.

Kyler moaned.

“No, you’ve gotta say it. Tell me you like it.” Cody was not going to cross boundaries into dominating or forcing anyone. He needed to know.

“I love it. Fuck me. Use my ass,” Kyler shouted.

That was all Cody needed to hear. He pulled all the way out and fucked Kyler harder, sometimes all the way, so he would moan. Sometimes, Cody went halfway to make him beg for more. He kept one hand around Kyler’s cock so the bottom couldn’t jerk himself off.

Kyler did, however, rub his dick as much as possible in Cody’s hand.

“Been awhile since your last boyfriend?” Cody teased.

“No,” Kyler said.

“Since one who knew what you needed.” Cody licked the back Kyler’s neck. “Come for me.”