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.Jase figured he d been paid to walk around in his underwear.The guy smiled and asked, Would you like to share a locker, or would you like separatelockers? Jase and Luis looked at each other and shrugged. Why do we need lockers? Luis asked.The guy rolled his eyes and gestured toward the main section of the bar. This is anunderwear-only bar, he said. You can t come in unless you check your clothes first. When Jase looked to where the guy was pointing, his eyebrows rose.No wonder Luis hadnever heard of this bar.Though it was dark, he saw that all the men in the bar weren t wearinganything but underwear. Tonight s the amateur dancing contest, the guy said. The show starts in a couple ofhours.We have professional strippers on the bar all night long. Jase said, Excuse me for a second, to the young man and he pulled Luis to the side. Idon t know about this, he said. I ve never been to a bar where the people only wearunderwear. Luis shrugged. I m game, he said. I ve never been to a place like this either.It mightbe fun.Besides, I don t feel like going anywhere else.We re here now, the truck is parked, andwe may as well stay.We can share a locker. Jase leaned forward and whispered. But I m not wearing boxers tonight.I m wearingblack briefs with white trim. If he d been wearing boxers, he wouldn t have been so cautious.Luis smiled and patted his chest. Don t worry, he said. If anyone tries anything withyou, I ll beat them up. Jase reluctantly agreed, and they paid the young guy a cover charge and he handed thema key to a locker.He pointed to room on the right and said, The lockers are in there.You renumber twenty-seven.You can leave your things in there and then you can enter the bar from theback so you don t have to come up front again until it s time to leave. While they undressed in the small locker room really, a large closet Jase watchedLuis remove his jeans.He was wearing a skimpy pair of red boxer briefs with legs cut so shortthey were almost regular briefs.His genitals protruded from his crotch and his ass rounded fromthe natural arch at the small of his back.Luis had the kind of ass Jase wanted to play with.Hecould have spent hours just squeezing it and biting it.This, however, caused Jase to sigh, becausehe figured the other guys in the bar would feel the same way when they saw Luis in the redunderwear.When Luis removed his shirt, Jase smiled and exhaled.Luis had been wearing a white T-shirt beneath his shirt and Jase was happy to see that Luis wouldn t be entering the bar bare-chested.Jase knew the red boxer briefs were going to turn more than a few heads inside the bar.If Luis hadn t been wearing a white T-shirt, he would have offered Luis his black shirt and gonebare-chested himself. Though his black shirt wasn t actually an underwear shirt, Jase didn t think anyone wouldmind.He hung up his leather jacket first, then slowly removed his pants, wondering whether ornot he was too old for this sort of thing.At forty, he never thought he d find himself about toenter a bar where the patrons wore nothing but their underwear.The entire concept was toohappy-go-lucky and too sophisticated for Jase s taste.If anyone he knew from his real life hadseen him doing this, they either would have dropped dead from shock or laughter.His ex-wifewould have laughed and the people he worked with would have stood there with their mouthshanging open. Should I remove my shoes, too? Jase asked. Or do we just go in there in our stockingfeet? He was wearing brown work boots that night and he wasn t sure how well they wouldlook with black underwear.Sherman had warned him about how discriminating gay men couldbe when it came to fashion and he didn t want anyone pointing any fingers at him.Luis was wearing black quarter boots with a two-inch heel.He smiled and said. I mwearing mine and I don t give a damn what anyone thinks.I don t like walking around placeslike this without shoes.You never know what you can pick up.Besides, these guys won t belooking at our shoes. I ll wear mine, too, then, Jase said.He d been so worried about undressing he hadn tthought about the potential health hazards.When their clothes were in the locker and Luis was ready to shut the door, he took thekey to the locker from Jase and slipped it into his boot.Jase stood there, with his arms at his sides and his legs spread apart. Do I look okay? heasked.He felt ridiculous.He couldn t believe he was actually doing something like this.And hewas still kicking himself for not wearing boxers. Luis reached for his hand and said, You look fine, trust me.I m just worried that you regoing to cause too much attention.You re going to drive those boys wild in there. I m more worried about what they are going to do when they see you in those red boxerbriefs, Jase said.He couldn t stop looking down as Luis s ass. Then we stick together tonight, Luis said. No matter what happens, we both leave atthe same time and we don t let anyone come between us. Jase smiled. I have no intention of letting anyone come between us tonight.I told Dr.Barton I d watch out for you, and I m going to keep my promise. When they walked into the dark club hand in hand, heads turned and the other guyswatched them cross to the bar.From the corner of his eye, Jase saw three middle-aged,overweight guys in boxer shorts and T-shirts.They stared at Luis and murmured things to eachother with wide grins on their faces.Near the bar, when Jase and Luis had to walk between agroup of college age guys who were wearing white boxer briefs, one of the guys purposelylowered his hand so he could touch Jase s ass.The guy was tall and thin and he was wearinground eyeglasses.When his palm touched Jase s ass, Luis reached down, smiled at him, and said, You can look, sweetie, but you can t touch.He s with me tonight. Jase blinked.He d never seen the possessive side of Luis.He d only seen the quiet,vulnerable side and the carefree, nonchalant side.The guy in the glasses pressed his lips together and gave Luis a nasty look.Then hepoked one of his friends in the ribs, put his hand on his hip, and said, It s a free country, honey,in case you haven t noticed. While his friends laughed, Luis looked him up and down. Not tonight it isn t, Luis said. So keep your hands to yourself, Mary. Then he pulled Jase by the hand to a couple of emptybarstools, where there was a professional male stripper dancing on top of the bar.When they were seated, Jase laughed and said, I like the way you handled that guy backthere.You were great. Jase was usually the one in control and he was always the one protectingother people.He d been the boss for so long he d forgotten what it was like to just sit back andlet someone else take control.No one had ever done anything like this for him before. You re with me tonight, Luis said. I was holding your hand and he had no right totouch you that way [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Jase figured he d been paid to walk around in his underwear.The guy smiled and asked, Would you like to share a locker, or would you like separatelockers? Jase and Luis looked at each other and shrugged. Why do we need lockers? Luis asked.The guy rolled his eyes and gestured toward the main section of the bar. This is anunderwear-only bar, he said. You can t come in unless you check your clothes first. When Jase looked to where the guy was pointing, his eyebrows rose.No wonder Luis hadnever heard of this bar.Though it was dark, he saw that all the men in the bar weren t wearinganything but underwear. Tonight s the amateur dancing contest, the guy said. The show starts in a couple ofhours.We have professional strippers on the bar all night long. Jase said, Excuse me for a second, to the young man and he pulled Luis to the side. Idon t know about this, he said. I ve never been to a bar where the people only wearunderwear. Luis shrugged. I m game, he said. I ve never been to a place like this either.It mightbe fun.Besides, I don t feel like going anywhere else.We re here now, the truck is parked, andwe may as well stay.We can share a locker. Jase leaned forward and whispered. But I m not wearing boxers tonight.I m wearingblack briefs with white trim. If he d been wearing boxers, he wouldn t have been so cautious.Luis smiled and patted his chest. Don t worry, he said. If anyone tries anything withyou, I ll beat them up. Jase reluctantly agreed, and they paid the young guy a cover charge and he handed thema key to a locker.He pointed to room on the right and said, The lockers are in there.You renumber twenty-seven.You can leave your things in there and then you can enter the bar from theback so you don t have to come up front again until it s time to leave. While they undressed in the small locker room really, a large closet Jase watchedLuis remove his jeans.He was wearing a skimpy pair of red boxer briefs with legs cut so shortthey were almost regular briefs.His genitals protruded from his crotch and his ass rounded fromthe natural arch at the small of his back.Luis had the kind of ass Jase wanted to play with.Hecould have spent hours just squeezing it and biting it.This, however, caused Jase to sigh, becausehe figured the other guys in the bar would feel the same way when they saw Luis in the redunderwear.When Luis removed his shirt, Jase smiled and exhaled.Luis had been wearing a white T-shirt beneath his shirt and Jase was happy to see that Luis wouldn t be entering the bar bare-chested.Jase knew the red boxer briefs were going to turn more than a few heads inside the bar.If Luis hadn t been wearing a white T-shirt, he would have offered Luis his black shirt and gonebare-chested himself. Though his black shirt wasn t actually an underwear shirt, Jase didn t think anyone wouldmind.He hung up his leather jacket first, then slowly removed his pants, wondering whether ornot he was too old for this sort of thing.At forty, he never thought he d find himself about toenter a bar where the patrons wore nothing but their underwear.The entire concept was toohappy-go-lucky and too sophisticated for Jase s taste.If anyone he knew from his real life hadseen him doing this, they either would have dropped dead from shock or laughter.His ex-wifewould have laughed and the people he worked with would have stood there with their mouthshanging open. Should I remove my shoes, too? Jase asked. Or do we just go in there in our stockingfeet? He was wearing brown work boots that night and he wasn t sure how well they wouldlook with black underwear.Sherman had warned him about how discriminating gay men couldbe when it came to fashion and he didn t want anyone pointing any fingers at him.Luis was wearing black quarter boots with a two-inch heel.He smiled and said. I mwearing mine and I don t give a damn what anyone thinks.I don t like walking around placeslike this without shoes.You never know what you can pick up.Besides, these guys won t belooking at our shoes. I ll wear mine, too, then, Jase said.He d been so worried about undressing he hadn tthought about the potential health hazards.When their clothes were in the locker and Luis was ready to shut the door, he took thekey to the locker from Jase and slipped it into his boot.Jase stood there, with his arms at his sides and his legs spread apart. Do I look okay? heasked.He felt ridiculous.He couldn t believe he was actually doing something like this.And hewas still kicking himself for not wearing boxers. Luis reached for his hand and said, You look fine, trust me.I m just worried that you regoing to cause too much attention.You re going to drive those boys wild in there. I m more worried about what they are going to do when they see you in those red boxerbriefs, Jase said.He couldn t stop looking down as Luis s ass. Then we stick together tonight, Luis said. No matter what happens, we both leave atthe same time and we don t let anyone come between us. Jase smiled. I have no intention of letting anyone come between us tonight.I told Dr.Barton I d watch out for you, and I m going to keep my promise. When they walked into the dark club hand in hand, heads turned and the other guyswatched them cross to the bar.From the corner of his eye, Jase saw three middle-aged,overweight guys in boxer shorts and T-shirts.They stared at Luis and murmured things to eachother with wide grins on their faces.Near the bar, when Jase and Luis had to walk between agroup of college age guys who were wearing white boxer briefs, one of the guys purposelylowered his hand so he could touch Jase s ass.The guy was tall and thin and he was wearinground eyeglasses.When his palm touched Jase s ass, Luis reached down, smiled at him, and said, You can look, sweetie, but you can t touch.He s with me tonight. Jase blinked.He d never seen the possessive side of Luis.He d only seen the quiet,vulnerable side and the carefree, nonchalant side.The guy in the glasses pressed his lips together and gave Luis a nasty look.Then hepoked one of his friends in the ribs, put his hand on his hip, and said, It s a free country, honey,in case you haven t noticed. While his friends laughed, Luis looked him up and down. Not tonight it isn t, Luis said. So keep your hands to yourself, Mary. Then he pulled Jase by the hand to a couple of emptybarstools, where there was a professional male stripper dancing on top of the bar.When they were seated, Jase laughed and said, I like the way you handled that guy backthere.You were great. Jase was usually the one in control and he was always the one protectingother people.He d been the boss for so long he d forgotten what it was like to just sit back andlet someone else take control.No one had ever done anything like this for him before. You re with me tonight, Luis said. I was holding your hand and he had no right totouch you that way [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]