Eleven

W e gotta stop before I make a mess.

Axel unwrapped his legs and lowered himself to his feet without falling out of time with the music. He slowly turned Clint until the cowboy's back was against the pole. His palms flattened on the man's hot, sweaty chest as he very slowly licked up between his thick pecs.

A low, guttural groan rumbled up Clint's throat and fire burned through his jade eyes, confirming he was ready to fuck— here and now— if Axel wanted it.

Axel wanted it—more than he'd ever wanted it. A quick look at Kane and Cochise assured him that he and Clint weren't the only ones ready to get down and dirty. From the corner of his eye, he spotted the two strippers at the bar— already fucking their brains out.

That ain't helping me keep control.

A tingling shiver quivered through Axel and sizzled his loins. Swaying to the music, he undulated to his heels, dragging his hands down the cowboy's overheated body. His lips brushed over the man's engorged crotch, the speedos damp with sweat and precum. Axel moaned and licked his cock through the nylon fabric.

" Fuck…" Clint grunted sharply and clutched the pole behind him, hips swiveling with the upbeat tempo.

" Mmm…" Axel squeezed his slick, muscular thighs, his skin searing to the touch. He traced the cowboy's erection with the firm tip of his tongue, desperate to taste his hot, wet flesh.

"Fuuuck…" Ricky rammed in balls-deep and blew his load in Levi's ass. " Holy shit…"

"My turn," Levi rasped, still clutching his erect cock. The tip drooled clear cum juice, dribbling down the engorged shaft. "Get those pants down."

Ricky wriggled the tight leather pants off his jaunty ass and took Levi's place at the bar. Onstage, Axel was seconds from blowing the cowboy. Ricky crossed his fingers and begged the fates to let it happen.

"Fuck!" Ricky gasped when Levi shoved his thick rod into his ass in one go. He growled loudly and arched his ass. Levi let loose and hammered his aching hole, knocking Ricky against the bar. "Fuck, yeah!" Ricky grunted, eyes holding lustfully on the stage scene. His dick hardened and swelled again—not uncommon for Ricky—and he grabbed on, beating wildly. " Uuhhh! Fuck! Fuck me, bitch!"

Levi grinned against the back of his head and pounded his ass, panting heavily into his hair. "You think… they'll do it?" he gasped and grunted, pelvis slapping furiously on Ricky's ass cheeks. "I think… they will…"

" God, I hope so," Ricky whimpered tightly and squeezed his dick, jerking harder.

Kane shuddered when the Egyptian shoved his hands down the back of his briefs and clutched his ass, pulling Kane harder against him. Their kiss was like fire, igniting their passion and lust. Kane grabbed fists of his lover's hair, wrenching the roots as he shoved into the kiss, tongues grappling, tugging, sucking.

" Uummm!" Kane whimpered into Cochise's mouth when the man dragged a finger between his slick ass cheeks and probed his hole. He clutched his hair tighter and sucked his tongue urgently. His fiancé's cock jumped against Kane's crotch and his finger pushed inside him, deeper… and deeper… then stroked… in and out. " Mmmm!"

Kane grunted when Cochise abruptly spun him around and ground his crotch into Kane's ass. His hand shoved inside Kane's briefs and wrapped his hard flesh, rubbing and squeezing.

" Uuuhh… fuck…" Kane gasped shakily. " You're gonna… make me… cum…"

Cochise bit his neck— and rubbed him harder.

Clint grabbed the back of Axel's head, instructing him through touch exactly what he wanted. His head dropped back against the pole, eyes heavy with intoxicating lust. Across the club, the two boys fucked against the bar. Clint had no thought about them watching. He felt nothing but the burning need to be inside his lover's mouth.

Shivers coursed through him as Axel began massaging his crotch and sucking him through the speedo. Fuuuck. Clint gyrated his hips with a slower rhythm, a tremor running down his legs. Axel looked up at him and dragged his tongue over the bulge of his cock, the look in his eyes nearly knocking Clint off his feet.

" Don't fuck with me, boy…" Clint growled stiffly.

Axel smiled darkly and eased down the front of the speedos a fraction and licked the newly exposed skin.

Fuck me. Clint clenched his jaw, breathing harder.

The speedos dragged lower, and Axel's strong lips grazed the swollen base of his shaft.

Clint dug his fingers into the boy's scalp, clutching his head, gripping fists of his soft, wavy hair. Every muscle in his body tensed in sweet, agonizing anticipation. Clint sensed the club boys watching them—equally tense—eager to witness the full show. Clint didn't give a fuck, he wanted what he wanted, and he didn't care if the entire fucking world was watching just now.