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Brian’s POV: I roll over after making love to my wife and I can tell something isn’t right. “Brian, are you okay?” Mel asks me. “Yeah, just thinking.” “About?” She looks at me expectantly. Shrugging, I reply, “Oh, nothing important. I need to get up and take a shower. It’s almost time for the bachelor party. Make sure you tell Mackenzie ‘hello’ for me.” I get up and go to shower while my wife makes us some lunch. Mel and I have been married for five years now. It was the only thing left to do. Mel and I have been best friends for most our lives. Our fathers are business partners. Mel is a successful lawyer and I run my own ad company. We have a great life, but lately, something seems to be missing. We are happy, don’t get me wrong. Maybe I am just crazy. “Brian, you ready? We don’t want to be too late, or we’ll miss the strippers.” Mel laughs from the doorway as I grab my coat and move past her. She laughs at me and I kiss her, laughing as well. “You are the one who doesn’t want to miss that hot bodied stripper boy.” “Oh you know me well.” Mel smiles, and slaps my ass as we move to the car. “So get a move on it, Slick.” Once we arrive at the banquet building, Mel heads off to meet up with the girls while I make my way to the men. “Brian, so glad you can join us,” the groom-to-be says, slapping me on the back in greeting. “Yeah, like I would miss your last real party, Max.” I smirk, and then leave him to mingle with other guests. I slowly move farther inside the crowded room. “You’re just in time for the stripper Brian.” Marc, Max’s brother tells me as we move to the table. “Yeah, I know what the best part of a bachelor party is.” I laugh as we all move to the center of the room. Once seated, the music starts and a really pretty red head takes center stage. Swaying seductively, she makes her way to Max, and gracefully sits on his lap. As she performs her lap dance, Max is smiling from ear to ear. “Look at those knockers, huh Brian?” Marc comments, his eyes never leaving the stripper. “Yeah, big ones.” I smile at him, but yet, her ‘knockers’ don’t seem to be doing anything for me. “I’m going to go use the restroom.” I whisper to Marc. “Yeah, sure. Go and whack off,” he laughs at me. I shake my head and walk out of the room. Soon, I pass the room for bachelorette party and decide to peak in and check on my wife. I just want to make sure she hasn’t attacked the male stripper. What I see when I open the door freezes me in my tracks. I see this really gorgeous blond boy, who doesn’t look older than twelve, slowly and sensually taking off his clothes. He is rubbing up against the girls, one of them being Mel. He turns around and I am blinded by his smile. My dick jump-starts my heart once more. I look down and feel the need to plunge it into that fucking fabulous blond boy ass. Hastily, I move away from the door. What the fuck is wrong with me? He’s a boy — a man. I head into the restroom and look into the mirror. “Get hold of yourself Kinney.” “You okay sir?” I look up into the mirror and find myself gazing into the most amazing blue eyes. Eyes that happen to belong to the blond stripper. “Uh, yeah.” I turn to move and bump into him. “Sorry,” I say quietly, not meeting his piercing stare. “It’s okay. Hey look, maybe you need to sit down.” He takes my arm and I feel like I want to pass out from the touch. What the fuck is wrong with me? “I’m fine.” I sit down on the counter and he gets a towel and wipes my face with it. “I know.” He smirks and I can’t help but reciprocate. “So are you having fun teasing the women?” I ask. “It’s a living. But you don’t have to worry about me making a move on your wife.” He leans in close, his lips brushing my earlobe. His hot breath tickles, and drives me wild at the same time. I shiver involuntarily, and whispers. “I’m gay.” “Oh, well I wasn’t worried about my wife.” “So tell me . . . uh . . . ?” Trailing off, he looks at me questioningly. “Brian.” I tell him. Holding out his hand he replies, “I’m Justin. So, how long have you been in the closet?” My head snaps up, and my eyes narrow into slits. “What are you talking about,” I ask sharply. “Well according to that hard on you got, it looks like you enjoyed the show. And I’m not talking about the female stripper,” he purrs. “Look I’m not discussing this with you.” Nodding slightly, he says, “Okay, I understand.” With that he turns around to exit the bathroom. Just as his fingers grasp the doorknob, I breathe, “Justin.” Smirking, he turns around and casts me a knowing look. I’m still in shock that I even said anything. I feel him press his slender body against mine. “I thought so,” Justin whispers, as he reaches out to touch my painfully hard cock. “I can tell you want me.” Inhaling sharply, I stutter, “I uh, I . . .” “It’s okay. I am not going to make you do something you don’t want to do. Of course, anymore time we spend together requires payment.” Squeezing my crotch one last time, Justin winks at me and walks out of the bathroom. Watching his perfect ass sway gracefully out the door, I realize that he’s left me with the biggest fucking hard on I’ve ever had. After I jerk myself off I head back out to where the guys are. Passing the bachelorette party again, I peek in and see Justin dancing with the bride. As if on cue, his gaze lands on me, and he smiles while grinding into the furiously blushing bride-to-be. I smile back, closing the door and making my way back to Max’s party. Once the parties were over Mel wanted to hang out with the girls some more so I went out to Liberty Diner. I come here every so often and hang out. Deep down, I know that I’m gay, but I can’t come out to anyone. The only one who knows is my new friend Michael and his friends. I think Michael has a crush on me. I’m sitting in the booth with them when I hear Emmett yelling “Justin, over here.” As I look up I see the same blond that was at the party. “Hey Em, hey guys. Brian,” he adds, smiling down at me. “You know Brian?” Michael asks him. “We just met.” Justin smirks at Michael and he sits on Emmett’s lap. Immediately, Emmett wraps his arms around the blonde. I a slight pang in my gut as watch them. Ignoring the feeling, I turn to them. “So are you two like, together?” I ask, seemingly nonchalant. They look at me, laughing. “Hell no! Em is my best friend. We tried to make it more once, but it didn’t work out.” Justin tells me. “Oh.” I elegantly reply. I can’t help but feel relieved. “I met Em the same way I did you. At a party, but it was for a gay man who wanted me to strip for him.” “Oh, so you do private parties too?” “Yeah, Em’s cousin hired me and Em was there. It’s where we met.” “Yeah and imagine, I was about to leave when this morsel walked in.” Emmett says, and slaps Justin on his hip. “The rest is history.” Justin laughs. “So you met Justin at a strip party?” “Yeah, he is in the closet.” Justin replies, gazing at me with a devious smirk. “Yeah, we know. He’s been hanging out here and if you weren’t too busy to see your friends, you would have known.” “Well, so sorry Teddy, but there is something called work. You know that I have to do it in order to pay my bills.” Justin nudges Ted. Everyone laughs. “Yeah, plus he has the art gallery show coming up. How are the pieces coming along?” Michael asks sounding genuinely interested. “Great. I’ve got a great muse in my head now.” Justin smiles at me and I feel myself going red. “Well I must get back to the gallery. I am already late.” “Like Linds would fire you. You know she adores you.” Ben tells him. “I know, I can’t help it. I’m just naturally adorable.” He smiles cheekily and then gets up to kiss everyone good bye. Then, he leans over me, his lips only centimeters from my ear. “See ya stud,” he whispers, and I watch as he walks out. I look back to the guys and they are all smiling knowingly. “What?” “You are so crazy about him.” Michael tells me, laughing. “I am not. He’s just a tad, sure of himself isn’t he?” I look to Ben. “Yes, he is sure of himself because he has been through so much. He came out in high school and was bashed at his prom when he brought his boyfriend instead of a girl. He doesn’t hide what or who he is from anyone. He has a fuck em’ all attitude. If they don’t like him, fuck em’. He is a strong homo.” “So is he still with this boyfriend?” I ask, in a voice that hopefully sounds indifferent. Michael shakes his head. “No, he moved when he got a job offer. Speaking of jobs, I need to get back to the store. Brian it was good to see you again. Hope you come again soon." Michael gets up, kissing his boyfriend Ben before leaving the Diner. “I should get back as well.” Emmett says, standing. “If you want to get to know him, just go for it.” “I will talk to you guys later.” I also get up to leave, and walk with Emmett to his car. He doesn’t say anything, and just hands me Justin’s calling card. Smiling, he gets into the car as I wave to him. I look down at the card and read it. “Justin Taylor. Stripper for all seasons.” I laugh at the ad. I can do better then this. With someone like Justin, a good business car is in order. I pick up my phone and call the number. “Taylor here.” Justin answers, his voice taking on a business tone. Shit, he sounds hot. “Hey, it’s Brian.” I stutter out. “Hi Brian. What can I do for you?” I can hear him doing something in the background. “I was wondering if I could pay for your services, for a private party.” “Sure, when and where?” I tell him tonight, at the loft I kept on the side after Mel and I got our house. “I’ll see you then stud.” He hangs up. Yes, you will see me then.
Justin POV:
I smile, hanging up another picture, when Lindsay's voice brings me out of my thoughts. “So you were telling me about this closet guy.” “Yeah, he has the most amazing hazel eyes. He’s totally gorgeous beyond belief, and married, unfortunately. But hey, I can’t turn down money. Even if he is in the closet.” “Justin, I’ve seen that look before. Just be careful.” “I will,” I reply, smiling slightly. Lindsay continues, “So tell me about this hot lady you met. Didn’t you say that you’ve got a hunch that she’s also in the closet?” Do I detect a hint of hope in her voice? Shrugging, I reply, “I don’t know for sure. She’s a petite brunette with the nicest chocolate brown eyes. Oh, and a she’s a lawyer.” “Ah, a smart one. I like those,” Lindsay says, smiling approvingly. Hmmm . . . she seems pretty interested. “Yup, she’s married to the other closet case.” I tell her. “Ironic, isn’t it?” “Why is it you can see through the closet cases?” She laughs, her eyes twinkling with mirth. “Because I used to be one and plus, she didn’t get turned on by me, but he did.” Emitting a very un-ladylike snort, Lindsay slaps my arm playfully. “Oh lord, if someone isn’t attracted to you, it means they are either in the closet or blind.” We both laugh, and I stick my tongue out at her teasingly. “I am meeting him later. He is paying for me, for now.” “Justin, be careful. Just because he’s a closet case doesn’t mean he will leave her.” “I know Linds,” I sigh, hanging up the last picture. “Justin, these are great.” She looks over the sketches and paintings I hung up to be shown. “Thanks,” I blush. I don’t know what it is about her, but I always blush when she comments my work. After we finish hanging up the other paintings, I glance at my watch. “Well, time to go meet the closet man.” I place an empty box on the floor. It was previously occupied with a painting, so it’s not heavy now. “Please tell me you’re going to shower first.” She laughs and I throw some packaging peanuts at her. “Of course.” I tell her and walk out. After going home, showering and putting on one of my best ‘you want me’ outfits I head over to the address he gave me. I buzz in and he lets me up. I get to the top floor and he is waiting for me with the door open. “Hey Sunshine,” Brian greets, and I smile at him. “Hey Brian.” I walk inside and am impressed by the furniture. “Wow, nice stuff. I . . . like your kitchen.” “Thank you. Want a drink?” I nod, looking around. “Sure.” I answer him. He gets us both a beer and smiles at me as I take a drink. “What?” I ask, quirking an eyebrow. “Nothing. It’s just funny how we met, and then I find out you are friends with the guys I talk to when I go to that part of town, which isn’t often.” “Well I have known them a few years to answer your next question, I’m twenty three.” “Wow, you don’t look it,” he says, moving closer to me. “But I sure don’t move like a kid, or dance, or fuck like one.” I smirk at him before moving away to turn on the stereo. “So tell me what you want, stud,” I whisper seductively, and Brian smiles back. Reaching into his pocket, wearing that smirk I’ve come to really like, and takes out the money. Handing it to me, Brian doesn’t let go of the money until I look him in the eye and move closer to him. “To talk.” He says softly, turning off the music. I stand there in disbelief, too shocked to notice that he’s let to of the money. What the hell?