Double Teaming The Hot Hunk
Tonight starts like any other Saturday night for my friend Nick and me. We go out for a night of fun in the streets of Miami. My friend has been begging me to try this club with him since it’s new and attracts much attention. So, I figure, what the heck. We might as well check it out and see what all the hype is about.
My friend and I are handsome, athletic guys, so we are not required to wait like the ordinary folks who wait to get in. I am sure my friend has done some things with the guard.
Once inside, the club is spectacularly decorated. From the white and gold lounge couches. To the glass bars that occupy many of the corners of the club. In the middle, there is a stage with a stripper who is covered in money. He is smoking hot, so it doesn’t surprise me. “Is this a strip club?” I ask Rico over the loud music.
“It’s not a strip club. They just have dancers on certain nights. Isn’t he hot, though?” He asks, wiggling his eyebrows.
“He is hot as fuck. Don’t you see the crowd and money?”
“Let’s get some drinks and hit the dance floor.”
Rico and I weave our way through the crowd to the nearest bar. “What can I get you two gentlemen?” The Bartender asks, looking us over.
“We’ll have your best Cocktail, and don’t go easy on the liquor,” Rico adds with a wink.
“You got it, handsome.” The bartender says before he steps away.
I glimpse a hot, muscular guy casually chatting with others. We make eye contact, and he doesn’t look away but continues to talk. I look hard at him and know I would love that piece. It is almost like he senses my thoughts and grabs his junk so that I can see. He is hot and DTF, which I am looking for. I lick my lips and deliberately show my tongue. “By the end of the night. I want to taste that”. I think to myself.
“Here are your drinks, just as you asked. If you need anything else, come back and see me.” The bartender says in a sultry tone.
“Oh, I hope to be back, not just for the drinks,” Rico responds. With our drinks in hand, we find a nice spot to sit and sip on our drinks. I scan the room to mind Mr. Hottie watching me. It turns me on to know he is still locked on me. If he keeps this up, I might have to approach him. “These drinks are amazing,” Rico says, finishing his first and preparing to request his second.
“This is a good drink. It is so smooth and has a fruity taste. Get me another, too.” I say as Rico heads for the bar.
I immediately scanned the room for my eye candy but didn’t see him. “I hope he hasn’t left. I want a piece of him.” I think. “Come, let's hit the floor and get our dance on,” Rico suggests, approaching the table. Happy to have a little fun, I followed Rico to the dance floor.
Despacito, by Luis Foni and Daddy Yankee, begins to play, and I can’t contain my excitement. “Oh, this is my shit,” I say to Rico dancing beside me.
I dance to the music, letting my hips and body sway. I begin to sing along as I dance on the crowded floor. Bodies are pressed against one another as we dance to the music. I love to dance. It helps me to escape the demands of life.
“Well, hello there, handsome. I’ve been looking for you.” A deep, husky voice says in my ear.
I turn to see the hunk I have had my eye on all night.
