Chapter 1: Cabaret Around the Block
"Congratulations son, you are officially part of the US Army." The man in a uniform holding a clipboard, named General Yale says. He's an older gentlemen, brown hair with the hint of silver on his two sideburns. He looks up at me and places his hand out to Alfred's for a formal handshake. Alfred obliges and take his hand in his with a firm grip.
"So we will meet here same time next week to give to your upcoming schedule and measurements." He reminded Jones as he heads towards the door that faced the street.
"Great thanks again." Alfred walk out the door and shuts it.
This is the town of New Jersey, this town is filled with history and old buildings. Alfred always liked this town with its architecture and history. He always wondered what stories the buildings and the walls would tell for what happened, both good and bad. Alfred grew up on a farm in Nevada but decided he wanted to do more than milk cattle, so he applied to the best college that had a great history program. But his family didn't have the money to send him to college so Alfred decided he would get his college paid for by joining the Army, like his father before him. He decided that he would do his time in the Army and go to NJU, that had the best history program.
On his way to the closest McDonald's because he was starving, he came across this oddly placed building. It was red bricked and it looked like an old movie theater. There were two bodyguards outside the building, with their tight black t-shirts and black jeans and sunglasses. Curious, Alfred took the alleyway to the back entrance and found a low enough window to sneak his way in. Once inside he heard many people chattering, mostly males, that were arguing on where things were.
"Alright places my lovelies, it's show time." A man with a French accent clapped his hands together to get the other people's attention.
Alfred found an opening where he could look and not be seen by the others. All of the people in this room were dressed very provocatively with lace, fishnets, leather, sparkly outfits, and some items Alfred didn't even know. 'I need to get to the main floor and blend in' he decided and made his way to find a door to lead to the main area. He eventually found it and the area was dark with red lights and smoke filled the air. There were chairs and booths everywhere in that area and a bar in the back right corner. Alfred walked in the area and sat down in at a table and just acted as if he was part of the scene.
"And now, tonight's main event. The star of 'Rugueux', our one and only Romano." The speaker announced and everyone in the audience cheered very loudly with whistles and 'oh baby's'.
In center stage, where a pole stood, was a slender outline of a figure leaning against the pole. When the spotlight hit the figure, Alfred realized that it was a man leaning against the pole. He was very curvy, just like a woman, with brown hair and a odd curl going to the dancer's right. He was wearing tight leather short-shorts, a black leather corset, high-knee gray stockings, and 5in black high heels.
Alfred gulped when he took the male on stage in, and he felt like his pants were getting tighter. He couldn't understand why, he always liked girls and slept with multiple of them. So why is he getting turned on by this male dancer? Alfred couldn't wrap his head around it.
Soon the music started and Alfred recognized the song immediately, it was actually one of his favorites, Do What U Want by Lady Gaga. Romano started by standing straight up and swaying his hips slightly back and forth.
I feel good, I walk alone
But then I trip over myself and I fall
I, I stand up, and then I'm okay
But then you print some shit
That makes me wanna scream
Romano walks around the pole and drops down to slowly lean forward on his way up holding onto the pole.
So do what you want
What you want with my body
Do what you want
Don't stop, let's party
Do what you want
What you want with my body
Do what you want
What you want with my body
He lifts himself on the pole and twirls around it to then bring his legs to the top of the pole and lets his arms go. He gently slides slowly down the pole with a 'screech' sound. When he hits the floor and roles towards the crowd and brings his legs up to kick his butt and holds the position.
Write what you want
Say what you want 'bout me
If you're wondering
Know that I'm not sorry
Do what you want
What you want with my body
What you want with my body
You can't have my heart
And you won't use my mind but
Do what you want (with my body)
Do what you want with my body
You can't stop my voice cause
You don't own my life but
Do what you want (with my body)
Do what you want (with my body)
After the position he slowly moves his hips to thrust the air, and all of the crowd is whistling. Romano stops and stands to go to the edge of his stage and collect the money that is dangling in front of him. He takes one $20 from someone with his teeth and moans as his teeth clench it.
He took the rest of the song to finish collecting his tip, but then his eyes land on mine. I can finally see what color that they are, topaz yellow. I'm not sure if they are contacts that his boss requires him to wear or not, but either way Alfred knew me had to be with that dancer.
"We have a special treat for you today gentlemen! One lucky man will be picked out by our lovely Romano and shall receive a free lap dance and secession with him for an hour." Alfred just realized what this place was at this time. This was a gay brothel.
All the men in the audience were shouting for them to be picked, but Alfred didn't say a word and just kept staring at the dancer with a smile on his face. Inside though, he was trying so hard to not show he was nervous.
Romano looked around the room but when his eyes met the boy across the room with sandy blonde hair and gorgeous ocean blue eyes with that cute smile on his face, his mind was made up. The dancer walked towards the boy, and somehow the room fell silent. When he reached the boy he sat on the boy's lap and wrapped his arms around his neck.
"Carry me to the stage will you." He seductively whispered into Alfred's ear.
Alfred did as he was told and carried him bridal stage to the steps of the stage, not once letting his eyes leave Romano's. As they made their way on the stage he let Romano down and someone with a headset came on stage with a chair and placed it down. When the chair was down, they retreated to back stage.
"Sit." Romano says pushing lightly on Alfred's chest and Alfred falls back into the chair.
Alfred looked up at the small dancer, gripping the seat of the chair with his two hands. He was getting nervous at the situation and the lights on stage were blinding.
"What's your name?" The dancer leaned forward placing his hands on both of the American's thighs.
"A-Alfred F. Jones." He stuttered out gulping when finished.
"You're American. Tell me what song you would like?" He purred leaning closer to Alfred's now red face.
"Uh... maybe Fever by Adam Lambert." Alfred whispered out looking away.
The Italian dancer grins at his response. "Alright then." He pushes off of the American's thighs and signals the DJ what song to play and soon enough Alfred could feel the music vibrate through him.
Romano starts the song off by taking off is corset top by unbuttoning each button one by one slowly. Alfred mouth waters and he could still feel his pants being tight but they might even be tighter. The dancer walks over to the boy and goes right, gliding his hand across the boy's chest. He could feel that the boy was muscular through the t-shirt. The Italian eyes glossed with lust at the touch, as he continued to feel through the shirt. When he got in front of the American again, he turned around and bent down to have his full leather-covered ass exposed. When his arms touched the floor he shacked his hips and his butt moved with it.
Romano, through the years, expected someone to grab and touch his ass and he would get pissed but would act his way through it. But he didn't have that with Alfred, this kid didn't touch him at all and it was weird for him. It almost insulted him in a way.
The curvy dancer stood up and turned as he wrapped his legs around Alfred's frame. 'This will get his attention.' He thought as he got into place and moved his hips in a circular movement. Romano could tell that the American was holding everything in 'the bastard'.
"Just enjoy yourself, it is not healthy to hold in pleasure." He whispered into the sun kissed man's ear.
Right after that comment, Romano started to notice small grunts and moans of pleasure. The noises sounded so innocent and adorable. Romano decided to thrust faster as he let his hands roam over the muscular body of the bigger male. Yet Romano noticed that Alfred was still gripping the chair tightly, so tight that his knuckles were turning white.
Romano places his hands over Alfred's. "Touch me, it's OK I won't break." He whispered into his ear again, letting his tongue slide across the outer shell.
Alfred whimpered at this action and decided to hold onto the lower part of the Italian's back and guide his thrusts for more contact. Romano this time let out a moan as the motions got more heated. Romano then felt a bump in the American's pants and he grinned. But then reality sunk in that they were in public still and just like that, the fantasy was over. He slowed his thrust when he heard that the song was almost over which gained a disappointed whine from his customer.
The song ended and Lovino got off of the dazed American and grabbed his hand. "Come on." He pulled and led the way to his private dressing room. The crowd cheered loudly as the two left the stage and the next performer came to replace Romano.
When they got to the door of Romano's dressing room, that was a red door with a big yellow star, the American's head was still spinning and replaying on what happened on stage. Just before he was an 18 year old kid that just signed up to join the Army and then found this place that caught his attention, and now he just got flustered by this dancer.
"Hurry in." The smaller man commanded and Alfred did as he was told, shutting the door behind him.
In the room, there was a giant circular mirror with lights around it and the room smelled of colon and tomatoes? The American was confused that at the smell of tomatoes was in the room. Romano was taking his heels off and and Alfred was surprised at how short the dancer really was. Romano glanced at Alfred and chuckled "you better not be thinking I'm short you bastard." He said taking the stockings off, slowly and Alfred just wanted to push him on top of his dresser and take him right there, but he had to have some self control.
"Why did you pick me?" Alfred was curious to why he was chosen out of everyone in that area.
"Why not you." He answered back walking towards him. "I had to choose someone but to be honest, you were the only one who wasn't whoring themselves out to be picked." Romano described.
"How do you mean?" Alfred asked tilting his head. Romano stopped in front of Alfred.
"You weren't using cat-calls or waving more money around to get picked to just have a lap dance and maybe score with the famous 'Romano'. He explains.
"But you also had the most beautiful smile I have ever seen." Romano whispered and thought he was quite enough but Alfred heard the compliment and smiled again.
Alfred wrapped his arms around the dancer's smaller frame into a hug and Romano got really confused and flustered.
"What the hell are you doing bastard." He pushed on Alfred's chest to get away.
"Please, just a little longer. I want to be close to you. I don't want this dream to end just yet." Alfred murmured into the brunette's hair.
"God fucking dammit." He cursed as he then grabbed the collar of Alfred's shirt and pulled him into a heated kiss. Alfred eyes went wide at this action but then settled into the kiss with a moan.
Romano licked the younger American's lips, begging for entrance, and Alfred decided to tease the dancer by refusing and grabbing his ass roughly. Romano gasped and Alfred took command, thrusting his tongue into the Italian's mouth. Romano moaned as Alfred's tongue grazed his top and bottom teeth then poking at the tongue lying in the back on his mouth. When their tongues started dancing, Alfred sucked the dancer's tongue into his mouth so he could explore his mouth as well.
Romano mind was in a haze, god this kid was so good at kissing. The Italian wanted more he started pulling up at Alfred t-shirt and Alfred grunted, Alfred separated the kiss with a string of saliva connecting their lips to rip his shirt over his head and throw it across the room. Romano was right about one thing. The American wasn't just muscular, he was ripped. With a chiseled chest and a six-pack and his tan skin and a deep 'V', Romano wanted to worship every inch of this body.
Alfred came back to the dancer and placed his left hand on his neck and let his thumb graze his check. His right hand went to hook his fingers into the leather shorts and pull lightly to emphasis what he wanted. Romano placed his right hand on top of Alfred on his check and looked into his eyes. "Yes, please fottermi."
Alfred didn't know what that meant but he thought he understood and pulled the shorts off but they kept getting stuck on the other's ass.
"Dude, there like glued to you. Dammit your sweat is making this way too difficult." Alfred grunted out but got the pants down the dancer's olive legs.
Romano was working at Alfred's belt and jeans as the American came back up and kissed him again. Romano pulled the pants as he got the button and zipper undone, as Alfred kissed and nipped at the Italian's exposed neck. Moans escaped the dancer, throwing his head back with pleasure moaning the American's name when he hit his sweet spot on his collar bone. Alfred stopped and looked at the red-faced Italian for a moment, then glanced at the curl on the left side of his head.
"Don't even think about it, you bas...ah." Romano couldn't even finish that sentence as Alfred wrapped his index and thumb around it and pulled and moved it. When he let go he brought his lips to the hair and grabbed it with his teeth with a gentle tug. Loud moans came from the Italian as he tried to muffle it with his hand but Alfred swatted it away.
"I want to hear you, you sound like a little whore and I love it." Alfred hissed into the other's ear and he whimpered.
"Don't call me a whore, I don't do this because I want to." Alfred let go and looked at the dancer, dick so hard and pre cum already spilling out.
"Romano I just thought you liked dirty talk? I didn't mean that you enjoyed..."
"It's fine you bastard just, don't leave me like this. Finish what you started." He growled and thrusted his hips upwards to make his point.
"Alright, do you have anything? Condoms or lube?" He asked not wanted to hurt him or to do something stupid.
"In the desk. Top right drawer, take me there, I want to do it there." He lifted his arms out to be carried.
"Alright." Alfred came closer to him. "Now jump." Alfred ordered and Romano complied, there cocks touching for a moment sent a shot of pleasure through Alfred. He walked them to the desk and placed Romano on top of the desk and pulled open the top right drawer to get the condoms. Like Romano said, there they were, and Alfred grabbed one silicon packet and the bottle of lube.
Romano spread his legs at this notion and Alfred uncapped the lube with a loud 'pop'. Alfred grabbed Romano's legs and placed them on his shoulders as he coated three fingers with the substance.
"Are you ready?" Alfred asked to make sure that he could continue. Romano nodded and leaned back slightly to prepare for the uncomfort that was to come.
Alfred wanted this to be as painless as possible but he also didn't think his dick could wait much longer, so he rammed two fingers instead of one into the dancers hole and he yelped with the action. Alfred waited for a moment before pulling out and thrusting back in. The second time, Romano moaned very lewdly and with every thrust inside of him his hips would match the American's fingers.
Alfred added the third finger and Romano squirmed at the added disturbance in his area. But Alfred continued and flicked upward to hit Romano's prostate.
"Fuck Alfred right there, hit it again." The Italian cried. The pleasure doing all the talking.
Alfred did continue for a few more moments then pulled out, making the dancer whimper with want.
Alfred opened the silicon packet with his teeth and was about to put it on, when Romano leaned forward. "Let me?" He said taking the condom from his hands and rolled it on Alfred's cock. Alfred was so turned on my this that he grabbed some more lube and slicked his cock with the slippery product. Alfred fingers that were inside Romano were not used still so he brought them to his partner's lips and ordered "Suck them."
Romano didn't think twice. His tongue stuck out to touch the fingertips and ran up the middle finger. He found it weird that he was tasting himself but he felt so high on ecstasy and pleasure that he didn't care. Alfred took this opportunity to thrust his fingers into his warm cavern and the dancer gagged for a moment but sucked on them tenderly.
Alfred was so pleased by this, lined himself at Romano's entrance and thrusted so hard and deep in the first go. Romano cried out in pain and surprise now that something bigger than Alfred three fingers was inside him and it didn't move for a moment. Romano wiggled his hips to adjust to the intruding dick inside of him.
"God you're so tight and hot Romano." Alfred groaned as he pulled out and thrusted back in which got a whimper from his new sex partner.
"Lovino." The Italian huffed out as Alfred kept his love making session going.
"What?" Alfred said not slowing his pace.
"My name. My name is Lovino Vargas. I want you to use my real name." He moaned out as Alfred went shallower than before. "Come on, I know you can go harder than that. Fuck me hard please, ram me into this desk so I can't work for a week." Lovino pleaded and Alfred smirked and licked the Italian's lips and stuck his tongue into his mouth.
Alfred pulled out but before he went back in, he picked Lovino up and brought his body in when he thrusted up hitting his sweet-spot and he cried out and pleasure.
"Fuck Jones right there, don't stop." The dancer was putty in Alfred's hands now and Alfred loved it.
Alfred lifted Lovino up again and when he rammed in and hit his prostate again, he stuck his three fingers into his ass as well. Lovino yelled in a mix of pleasure and pain from this but he wanted this so bad. Alfred kept thrusting as his fingers were scissoring his ass, giving Lovino no time to not feel pleasure ever. The corners of the Italian's eyes were turning white and knew he was coming soon.
"Alfred, baby, I'm gonna come. Please." Alfred pulled his fingers out of Lovino and looked to his left and was a black ribbon and grinned.
Alfred stayed inside of Lovino for a moment and grabbed the ribbon and tied it around the dancer's penis tightly. Lovino whimpered at this action as tears were coming down his checks from the pleasure. Alfred swirled his hips around and Lovino moaned loudly and Alfred rammed back into him, hitting his spot again.
"Please Alfred, let me come. It hurts god please." Lovino's middle and index were separated around his cock, inching its was to untie the ribbon. Alfred wrapped in fingers into Lovino's and weighted them down onto the desk top.
"Not yet baby, soon I promise." Alfred licked inside of Lovino's ear and he drooled as he moaned out Alfred's name. In truth, Alfred was close to coming as well. He bit the Italian's ear lobe and gave a small tug.
"I can't hold it Al, I feel like I'm going to die." He was a crying and drooling mess and Alfred let the Italian have his way.
"I'm going to release but you have to do something for me. I want you to jack yourself as you come for me." Alfred told his partner and Lovino promised him he would.
As Alfred undid the ribbon, Lovino soon wrapped his hand around his shaft and pumped and his white liquid came spewing out on his and Alfred's chest.
"Alfred F. Jones fuck yes~" Lovino screamed out. Alfred came a few minutes later screaming Lovino's full name as he road out his orgasm.
When they were both finished they both slumped from exhaustion on each other, Alfred still inside Lovino. Lovino's head was on Alfred's shoulder and Alfred's on Lovino's. They were both puffing, trying to catch their breaths from there love-making. Alfred lifted his head and grabbed Lovino's face with his hands and kissed the dancer's forehead. Lovino closed his eyes and was, for once in his life, happy.
"I never had sex like that. That was fucking amazing." Alfred looked into those eyes he loved and pulled out.
"You're amazing, I'm not sure if I can walk home." Lovino replied back, actually thinking of how he's going to get home. Alfred rolled the semen-filled condom off and put it in the trash bin next to the desk, and put the lube back into the drawer it came from.
"You can stay at my place, if you want. My apartment isn't far from here. I'll carry you." Alfred offered. He started to put his clothes back on.
"Alright, thank you." He leaned in and kissed the American tenderly.
"Where are your normal clothes, unless you want to walk home in those sexy leather shorts and no top, I mean I'm totally up for that." Alfred joked and Lovino pushed him away.
"Fuck off, my normal clothes are in the closet over there." He pointed to the small door at the other end of the room.
Alfred went to the door and opened and found clothes on hangers and looked up to find a pile of clothes thrown up there. He pulled them down and closed the door to walk back to the dancer still sitting there.
"Here I think these are it." Alfred handed the clothing to Lovino and helped him down to the floor. He huffed out an 'oh' when he hit the floor so Alfred helped him get his briefs, pants, shoes, and shirt on since he was hurting.
"Ready to go?" Alfred asked not waiting for an answer and swept him bridal-style and walked toward the door. Alfred opened the door and shut the lights off as he made his way downstairs.
-Time skip-
When they got to Alfred's apartment, the American's stomach was growling so loudly and Lovino giggled. Alfred placed his partner on the couch as he went to the kitchen to put a Hot Pocket in the microwave. When the microwave dinged Alfred scarfed the food down not caring that it was malting hot.
"So are you up for a round two?" Alfred asked and Lovino looked at the idiot American and thrusted his whole body forward to kiss him. 'I guess that's a yes.' Alfred thought as he undressed him again, kissing his beautiful olive skin.
Alfred and Lovino 'danced' all night long.
Rugueux= rough
Fottermi= fuck me