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DISCO DANCER by justjames17.
Jeremy was at a loss, he'd just been retrenched from his job where he was an apprentice electrician and he was worried about now being unable to pay his rent. Jeremy was from the bush; his family were farmers in the Riverina district many kilometres from the capital city where he was now living. He knew he could return home but was reluctant to do so as he loved the city life and the gay bars and discos where he spent his free time on weekends, to lose this freedom and return to the boredom of home and the lack of entertainment was a terrible thought plus as Christmas was so close he wanted to experience what it was like in the city.
Jeremy had finally after all the years he'd been alive was at last comfortable being able to express those desires he'd had to hide back home, Jeremy had tasted sex with another bloke and relished it. He found he was in demand with his fresh, country innocent good looks and fit taut trim muscular body other blokes competed to spend time with him and he, after the first few times, found he could pick and choose who he went with. His sex life was fantastic and he both bottomed and topped with equal joy, his tight muscular arse and 7inch slim smooth uncut cock served him and his companions delightfully. He'd even gone through the pain of having several tattoos including a massive tattoo on his smooth defined pectorals that stated, "You can destroy the heart inside" the words surrounded a heart pierced by two knives. Jeremy wanted it known he was vulnerable and didn't want to be hurt.
Now everything was in doubt, he felt betrayed by his boss; it wasn't that he was a slacker, Jeremy was a terrific worker and enjoyed his work, it was due to the financial crash the jobs dried up and his boss couldn't afford to keep him on. Jeremy sat depressed on his bed his head in his hands as he wept softly, "What am I to do?" he sobbed.
The day dragged on he didn't feel like eating and being Friday and Christmas Eve he decided to go to the Greyhound Hotel, just down the road from his small flat. He climbed into the shower and washed off the days grime, crawling about under houses and in roof spaces was dirty work. He dried himself off and studied his face in the mirror seeing his red eyes he put some eye drops in to clear them before gelling his hair and going to his bedroom to dress.
He selected a pair of tight white briefs and white ankle socks then a pair of very tight low rise white jeans that he knew set off his lean muscular legs, bubble bum and well filled pouch and he then covered his taut torso with a black t-shirt before slipping his feet into a pair of black and white sneakers. He stood back checking out his image in the mirror and decided he looked fine.
He locked the door and trotted down the stairs out into the street turned left heading for the pub, a passing Mini Cooper tooted its horn and pulled into the curb, Jeremy looked inside to see Brett a bloke he'd been with several times. He grinned and said, "Hi Brett where are you heading, as if I didn't know?"
Brett chuckled and replied, "The GH of course same as you babe, want a lift?"
Jeremy said thanks and opened the door folding himself into the passenger seat and closed the door as Brett trod on the pedal zipping away from the gutter. Jeremy told Brett what had happened and expressed his worry about having to return home. Brett put his left hand on Jeremy's knee and gave it a squeeze, "I'm sure everything will be fine babe, you will find something I'm sure."
They drove on in silence and reached the GH pulling into the curb as a car pulled away, Brett switched off the engine and turned in the seat looking at Jeremy his hand again on his knee before it slid slowly up his taut thigh to his crotch. Jeremy spread his legs and allowed his friend to grope his crotch giving his package a gentle squeeze. Brett looked into Jeremy's eyes and said, "If you need to you can always come share my apartment babe so don't worry about that side of things."
Jeremy bent across to Brett and kissed him, "Thanks Brett but I hope I don't have to bludge on you like that I wouldn't feel right about it."
Brett replied that he wouldn't be bludging but sharing his life, he went on that Jeremy would soon have another job so it wouldn't be bludging anyway. They kissed gently Brett still fondling Jeremy's now fully erect cock as it strained across his right hip in his achingly tight jeans, Jeremy let out a soft moan and groped Brett's bulging pud through his baggier denims. Both boys made out for some time until a couple of Brett's mates arrived and interrupted their snogging, they left the car and all four walked to the pub joining the short queue waiting to enter.
Once inside the crowd swirled about them as they made their way to the bar to get drinks, Brett shouted everyone a drink and they moved into a corner away from the crush. The conversation turned to Jeremy's problem and Clive, Brett's mate said, "Jeremy have you ever thought of being a male dancer? With looks and a body like yours you would be an instant hit."
Jeremy blushed and said, "Come off the grass guys, I'm no Disco star I'm an apprentice electrician or was anyway I don't have the contacts to become a dancer."
Brett looked at Jeremy and nodded, "Fair dinkum Jeremy, that is an awesome idea you would look incredible performing in your jocks, I know the manager here really well want to give it a try?"
Jeremy was gob smacked at the thought, things were racing faster than he could respond, Clive grinning like a Cheshire cat nodded and said, "Yeah Jeremy I've watched you dance and always reckoned you were hot as hell, I think Brett's right mate you should give it a try."
Jeremy still uncertain but thinking it may solve his problems asked if the dancers made good money, Brett told him they made a wage but it was tips that really made the job worthwhile. He nodded his face flushed and Brett took him by the hand leading him through the crowd and through a door and down a passage. The hubbub of the bar diminished as brett stopped in front of a door and knocked, a voice called out to come in and they opened the door entering an office.
Behind the desk was a bloke not much older than Brett, maybe 30 years old, he was swarthy featured with jet black hair a thin moustache and a small close cropped beard on his chin, he looked up from the computer monitor his obsidian black eyes moving from Brett to Jeremy, "G'day Brett what brings you and your friend in here?"
Brett said, "Hi Hasaan, this is a friend of mine Jeremy, he has been retrenched and is looking for work and I reckon he will be a great disco dancer."
Hasaan leant back in his leather swivel chair his hands behind his head as he studied Jeremy, those inscrutable black eyes coursing up and down the lad's body, "Hmmm he certainly has a nice looking build and a cute face. Are you going to undress and show me your attributes Jeremy?"
Jeremy blushing cutely nodded and began to pull his t-shirt off anf over his head exposing his beautiful tanned torso, muscles rippling under his silky smooth bronzed skin. Hasaan whistled gently, "Whew So fine! Keep going boy, I'd like to see the rest and if it is as fine as what I can see you have a new profession."
Brett grinned and took the t-shirt from Jeremy who began undoing hid fly, popping the press stud then slowly unzipping his jeans, the denims opened exposing his treasure trail where it thickened above the waist band of his briefs. He pushed the jeans down his trim thighs exposing his white briefs and bulge, his cock was soft with embarrassment, the knob pointing out just above his full balls. Hasaan smiling spoke, "Brett give Jeremy a hand and get him hard."
Brett eagerly reached across fondling Jeremy's shrunken schlong, it didn't take more than a few rubs for that sweet spike to begin hardening and growing. It reached its full 7inches tenting out the white cotton and soon a damp spot appeared at its tip, Hasaan nodded and said, "Now boy can you dance for me?"
Jeremy began to sway about humping his hips as he got into the task; Hasaan's eagle eyes watched every move and licked his lips lustfully. He croaked, "Come closer boy.
Jeremy moved sinuously across to the desk and danced feet wide apart almost rubbing his now dribbling dick on the man's shoulder, Hasaan turned and bent his head to suck Jeremy's dong into his mouth tasting the lad's copious pre cum. Jeremy groaned loudly as Hasaan's hand groped his tight balls squeezing them hard.
Brett was entranced watching the two blokes, Jeremy's head was arched back, his hips humping into Hasaan's face, the man tugged down Jeremy's undies freeing his stiffy, it slammed up against his taut belly Hasaan grasped his dong pulling it down and deep throating Jeremy. Jeremy gave out a strangled gurgling grunt and his nuts exploded pumping gouts of tasty juice down the manager's gullet.
Hasaan drained every drop before releasing that tasty tossle, he wiped his lips sighing then said, "You have the job Jeremy, you can start tonight Brett can get you organised out in the bar. They left Jeremy's clothes in the office and walked back to the bar where Brett organised the music and set Jeremy up on the small stage as a spotlight came on illuminating him. The crowd began to clap and chant, "Dance! Dance! Dance!"
Jeremy began sinuously to gyrate running his hands over his body groping himself, pinching his nipples, the crowd cheering him on began tossing money onto the stage, the more daring reaching out groping his package and caressing and pinching his tight muscular buns before tucking dollar notes into his tight briefs.
Jeremy was overjoyed with his success and he soon forgot his embarrassment and danced the house down. At the end of his dance stint he collected the dosh and took it down to the office, Hasaan greeted him, "Fantastic job Jeremy, you are a real hit with the patrons."
Hasaan pulled the sweaty lad to him kissing his sweet puffy lips and swapping spit as their tongues lashed about, he pushed Jeremy down onto the desk pulling off the lad's briefs and undid his trousers freeing his own 6inch python before he buried his face between Jeremy's firm buttocks, the whiskers of his moustache and beard prickling and rubbing on the smooth flesh. Jeremy was rithing about moaning as he felt the manager's agile tongue swabbing his rose bud and pushing inside. Hasaan then took the lad shoving his pole deep inside the furnace hot silky chute making Jeremy yelp then moan with unbridled delight as his innards adjusted to the size that was stretching his intestines to the max. Hasaan soon exploded and filled Jeremy sending sperm racing through his gut, he collapsed on top of the happy lad as Jeremy whispered, "Thank you Santa Clause."
The end.
Merry Christmas and a Happy & Prosperous New year one & all.