Narcissistic and arrogant, Joel is on top of his world. His ginger features and perfectly sculpted body have made him one of the most popular male dancers in Manhattan. His partner Sam is also a favorite dancer but doesn’t have a following like Joel’s.
When Joel starts receiving text messages and pictures from a secret admirer, Sam becomes concerned because Joel enjoys the extra attention. But soon, the unknown admirer elevates his stalking to physical attacks.
Joel realizes Sam is right and he has to confront his stalker to end his attacks, but how far is his secret admirer willing to go?
Joel looked out over the packed bar. It dawned on him that many men were dancing or sitting at the bar or just talking in small groups. They didn't seem to notice the go-go boys, being wrapped up in their own friends
Do they think I'm up here just for my health? he wondered. I've got the hottest body in here and they don't seem to notice. Oh, well. Their loss.
The song came to an end as did the night's entertainment. Joel breathed a sigh of relief and crouched down to gather the tips piled at his feet. Men continued to push money at him and into his thong as he pushed through the crowd. Many guys took the opportunity to rub their hands over his body, grab his ass, or rub against his crotch.
Joel liked the attention his body -- the result of daily, rigorous exercise -- received, but having the dregs of humanity touch him all over meant he would have to bathe in bleach when he got home.
He reached the back room which he, Sam, and two other dancers used as a place to change. He was the last one to arrive and found the other three had almost finished dressing.
"I think this has been my best night so far," he said in a louder-than-necessary tone, waving a wad of bills in the air.
Sam congratulated him with a hug and a kiss but the other two responded with glum looks. Joel always made more money than the other three and sometimes more than their tips combined.
"And I had to tell the bartenders to stop sending me drinks," Joel continued. "So many guys were buying me beer and cocktails, I couldn't drink them all."
"Maybe you should have had them pour them up your ass," one of the dancers grumbled. "I'm sure there's plenty of room up there."
"I see you have a few ones, Rocky," Joel said. "Would you like to trade them for this C-note?" He held up a one hundred dollar bill he received that night. "Oh, you don't have that many. Such a shame. Do you have enough for this fiver?"
"Fuck you," Rocky snapped and shoved his way out of the room, the other dancer following him.
"They are so jealous of me," Joel said, chuckling.
"You are the hottest dancer and the one everyone comes to see." Sam wrapped his arms around Joel's waist. "How about taking me home and giving me some of what everyone wants from you?"
Joel kissed him and checked his reflection in the small mirror on the wall before leading Sam away.
* * * *
They walked arm in arm the short distance to their apartment. In the ride up the elevator, Joel and Sam groped and pet each other, kissing with fervor. Their panting and moaning echoed off the walls in the narrow space, amplifying their passion. Joel's cock hardened and he placed Sam's palm against it.
"See what you do to me?" he whispered only inches from Sam's face.
"You're in a frisky mood tonight," Sam said, chuckling.
"Why shouldn't I be? You sent me a picture of your cock today and texted that you were looking forward to seeing me tonight," Joel replied.
"What?" Sam said, surprised and stopping in his tracks. "I didn't do any of those things."
Joel gave him a confused look. "That wasn't you?" He dug his cell phone out of his pocket and flip through his messages. "Here, you didn't send this to me?"
Sam looked at a small, blurry picture of an erect penis with Looking forward 2 seeing u tonight, sexy underneath it.
"Who's sending pictures of their dick to you?" Sam demanded. "I thought you'd recognize mine by now."
"It's hard to tell because it's out of focus but I didn't consider someone other than you would send me this."
"Who's it from?" Sam demanded again, grabbing the phone from him.
"I don't recognize the number."
"It was sent via computer, so there's no way of telling who sent it nor can you respond," Sam said in frustration.
"Probably a wrong number then," Joel put away his phone. "Whoever it was wants a piece of this but can't get it."
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