CHAPTER 9
THE BAND BOY
Bart didn't ever notice the kid in high-school, and he never noticed him taking a liking to him during his dance routine at Maneuvers. As he was scouting potential customers for a private dance, Jeremy, a fellow stripper and stoner that looked way more at home than Bart, gave him a heads up.
"Yo Bart," Jeremy said, dressed only in a red jockstrap, long slicked back hair like Jimbo, with a glazy-eyed smile to top off his hippy demeanor. "You see the new guy over there." Jeremy motioned to the guy, who appeared to be admiring a new dancer.
"Nah, I didn't even notice him," Bart replied. "He looks pretty young. Hope they checked his ID twice to make sure it's real." Both men chuckled, and a pause falls upon the two as Bart takes a harder look at the guy, somewhat sure he's seen him before.
"He was eyeing you pretty hard when you were on the floor," Jeremy said, grinning devilishly. "Maybe he's down for a private dance… and then some."
Bart returned Jeremy's grin, and said, "Let's see."
Unlike Bart, Jeremy was truly a club favorite. He was the main guy that everyone wanted a private dance with, and most of them got it.
Bart begins to approach the new patron, taking in the look of him as he drew nearer. Suddenly, the guy averted his attention from the dancer, and shifted his gaze to Bart. After a brief glance of his face, Bart knew who he was.
"Hey, Bang Bang Bart," the guy said in a deep, sensually feminine voice.
"Blake," Bart said, quite unsure if it was him. "Is that rally you."
With a nod, Blake confirmed Bart's earlier assumptions. Since the second grade, Blake was his sister's rival in band class. Although it was a while after, Lisa eventually told her family the story of how Blake wooed her with his charming good looks and their shared love of music and animals, only to sabotage her performance in their first battle over band chair, ultimately destroying her trust and respect for him.
"Man, I haven't seen you since high school," Bart said.
"Same here," he said with a smile. "Honestly, I'm kinda surprised you're working here. I knew you were a stripper, but I never would've thought you were the gay type."
Bart wanted to say that he wasn't surprised to see him here at a gay strip club, but wisely decided against it. Instead, he responded, "I'm more of the bi type. I like girls, but I always was curious to see what the other side has to offer." Bart shot Blake a bright white-tooth smile, and shyly said, "I'm in the closet."
"Most guys who come here are," Blake replied. "I'm in the closet too. This is actually my first time coming here."
"Your secret's safe with me," Bart said, hoping Blake wouldn't rat him out to his sister in return.
Blake chuckled as he stepped closer to Bart, taking hold of his hand, and said, "Likewise. You down for a private dance."
Bart, once again, was left speechless. He never seen anyone he knew personally at Maneuvers, let alone gave them a private dance. Granted, he and Blake weren't close friends, hell, they weren't even friends at all. He wondered what could've been going through Band Boy's mind… maybe he would get revenge on him for bullying him in high school by revealing his secret, but then again, he had to out himself too. Despite his paranoia, Bart said "Sure, let's do it!"
Bart lead Blake through the club to a dimly-lit private room. The door shut quietly behind them, muffling the sound of the music and patrons on the other side of the door.
"Is there any limits," Blake asked nervously as he sat down in a leather chair.
"Not necesarily," Bart replied as he walked towards the younger man. "You can touch and feel if you want."
"Oh yeah" Blake said with a devilish grin as he placed his hand on the front of Bart's thong.
"Someone's in a hurry," Bart said, returning Blake's grin. "Go ahead, I know you want to."
Without a moments hesitation, Bart's thong was down to his ankles, and before Bart could protest, his stiffening length of his member was grasped tightly in the man's hand. Bart said nothing as Blake massaged his penis, causing it to grow harder. Well, this isn't how things normally go, Bart thought, but still didn't protest.
Blake's hand moved up and down the shaft of Bart's moderately-sized length as he asked, "Anyone ever do this to you?"
Bart didn't know how to answer him. Sure, he's been played with before, but most customers waited until after the dance. Although, like him, Blake was of the younger crowd, two years younger than him in fact. If he's closeted, then perhaps he's never had this experience before, and maybe he was just too excited to get to the point.
"Yeah, sometimes," he answered honestly, "but it's usually me playing with them."
"How does it feel?"
"It feels good," Bart said with a whisper.
"This'll feel better," Blake said as he pressed Bart's head to his lips and begun to massage it with his tongue.
Although Bart was nervous about this being his first time doing work that's somewhat like prostitution, his nervousness didn't disturb his sex drive. After a minute or so of massaging the penis, giving special attention to the head, Bart's manhood was as hard as a pole and his nervousness faded completely as Blake wrapped his lips around Bart's meat.
Blake began to suck on Bart's tip as he slowly worked his length further into his mouth.
"Damn," Bart said with a moan. "You're good!" Blake ignored this as his tongue slid up and down Bart's shaft, stopping briefly at the head to give it a little extra pleasure. Blake's lips were as tight as a vice as he sucked his rival's brother off.
Bart thought about the times he, along with Nelson and even at times Jimbo beat Blake up in the schoolyard and bathrooms. Nelson always stole his lunch money, broke his instruments, hurled spitballs and alike at him, and as he recalled these memories, Bart realized that he wasn't really that mean to him after all. He never went further than punching him up, and even with that, he never hit him in his feminine face. The thought of a bully sexually abusing his prey fleeted through his mind, causing Bart to pre-ejaculate into Band Boy's mouth, which he enjoyed of course.
"Dude," Bart said in a panting-like whisper. "I don't think I'll last too much longer."
Although Bart figured that Blake was just starting his sexual journey, he had a few experiences under his belt. He slept with a small handful of women, but he hadn't gotten laid in a while, nor has he taken time out of his day to pleasure himself. Going into this, Bart knew he was going to finish quickly though, he wasn't aware that it was going to be as quick as it was.
Blake pulled Bart's penis out of his mouth, and gently stroked it with his left hand.
"Am I good," Blake asked with a smile.
Bart stared down at the feminine looking boy and smiled back, "Fuck yeah you're good. I'm really close."
"Give me a warning when your gonna finish." Blake whispered. "Cum in my mouth,"
Blake latched on to Bart's member with his vice-tight lips and continued the motions that he previously used, taking in all of Bart's length.
Bart placed his left hand on the back of Blake's head and begun to control the speed of Blake's motions. He then begun to thrust inward with gentle ease, taking the opportunity to enjoy the pleasure that each thrust gave him. He felt the warmth of his sister's rivals mouth, as well as the sweet caress of his tongue on his meat. He looked down into the boy's eyes, wanting to say something demeaning like, "How does it feel to be getting face fucked by your bully. Yeah, I bet you like it don't you! I'm sure you want it in your ass too!" This thought brought Bart to the edge.
"Okay," Bart whispered through labored breaths. "I'm gonna cum."
Blake's lips tightened as Bart thrusted inward. Bart's breathing began increasing in intensity and with a moan, Bart unleashed multiple spurts of semen down the young band boy's throat.
Blake's lips unlocked, releasing one of his now former schoolyard tormentors. For a moment, neither Bart nor Blake moved a muscle, then, Bart gently pulled his sensitive, pulsating member out of Blake's mouth, as Blake savored the splashes of the young stripper's seed.
"Hell yeah," Bart said in a whisper as his penis stood firm with the head still pointing at Blake.
Blake swallowed, then smiled a bright, white-toothed grin at Bart as he said, "You've got some tasty semen."
"Thanks for siphoning it outta me," Bart said, returning his smile.
"How do you feel about doing a little anal action," Blake asked, still maintaining his smile.
Bart was a bit worried that someone would get a bit suspicious if they were to take any longer then they already have, so he declined Blake's invitation, saying that he wasn't ready to continue their fun. Blake understood this, and that was the end of Bart's first sexual encounter at the club.
As Bart stroked his fully erect, pulsating member in the shower, he remembered how in the following week, Blake returned to the club and propositioned Bart again. While at the club, Blake gave Bart another blowjob, cleaning Bart's pipes for the second week in a row. After Bart's shift ended, the two headed to a motel, paid for by Blake of course, where the second round of fun begun.
"Ready," Blake said in a charming whisper that got Bart hard immediately as he placed the keycard into the motel room door.
"You know it," Bart replied. "The question is are you ready?"
"Of course," Blake said with a smile, pushing into the motel room.
The room was like the hotel, basic. It was nothing special; granted, the two men only had one purpose for renting the room for the night, which was privacy, and the room granted them plenty of that.
Blake turned to face Bart, and examined the bigger man from head to toe. He walked closer to Bart, took a brief look into his eyes, and kissed him on the lips.
Bart didn't retreat. He took hold of Blake in a hug, and kissed him back. The two locked lips, kissing each other like horny high-school teens. Blake tapped Bart's lips with his tongue, and once again, he didn't retreat. Both men's lips parted to allow their tongues to tango, and tango they did.
The band boy's slim, slender body was pressed firmly against Bart's dad-bod as their tongues continued the sensual ballet.
"Bart," Blake said as he pulled back from the kiss. "I can't wait any longer. I fuckin' need you." Blake's voice was filled with lust in need as he pleaded for the slightly-older man.
"Let's do it," Bart replied. "I need you too."
Neither men hesitated. In mere moments, both men's clothes were on the floor in piles and they were entangled in each other's arms again. Blake's body was slender and smooth against Bart's as they kissed each other with horny lust. The two men's sensual kissing continued for a slight while as they allowed their hands to explore each other.
As his tongue explored the band boy's mouth, Bart ran his fingers through his soft hair, only to soon move his hand downward towards his neck and back. As he explored the younger man, Bart pondered if he was doing the right thing, asking himself if he should be there in a motel room with a man who could blow his entire cover.
Springfield is a small town, and Blake knew all of Bart's friends and family. He could tell Lisa everything, and sure, they have somewhat of a hatred for each other and she could think he was lying, but even if she doesn't believe him, she would at least consider the possibility of him telling her the truth, and unlike most people, Lisa could and probably would piece the entire puzzle together. After all, the story, at least to Bart, wasn't implausible. Blake could even go as far as telling Milhouse, who, unlike Lisa, knew that Bart worked at the gay strip club. The question then would be if Milhouse believed him, and more importantly, would he tell Lisa and everyone else.
As his mind wandered, Bart's hands ran down the band boy's smooth, hairless back as they continued to kiss. His hand then traveled to Blake's rear which quelled Bart's paranoia . Bart's left hand left Blake's shoulder to join his right in cupping the musician's buttocks. Blake wasn't Mr. Popular, and he, just like Bart, wanted this experience. Blake was in the closet, and technically, Bart was too, but the fact that he essentially had nothing to loose kind of intimidated Bart; however, that didn't stop him from pushing forward.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the bathroom door, causing Bart to come back to reality.
"Bart," Milhouse called out. "We've gotta go in the next thirty minutes! Hurry up or you're gonna be late!"
"Almost done," he replied, knowing that he wasn't anywhere near wanting to be done. His member still in hand, he continued to stroke, briefly reflecting on the one man that gave him his first male-on-male experience.
With his eyes closed, Bart thought about the first two blowjobs at Maneuvers when his penis was locked tightly between the band boy's lips while his sweet, soft tongue circled his head and brushed his shaft, bringing him pleasure. In both instances, he recalled thrusting his member into Blake's mouth as the band boy didn't retreat, but continued to pleasure him, bringing himself closer to take more of him and sucking his member to the point of climax.
Bart's strokes on his lubed cock increased in speed as he began to recall the first and only time he had anal sex with the band boy, but as soon as Blake's smooth, hairless, firm buttocks popped into his mind, he felt his penis squirt multiple spurts of what he knew was semen. His tugs began to slow as he opened his eyes to see the strands of the white substance on his hand. He panted lightly as he walked under the hot water to wash himself off, hating how he could never have enough shower time.
Knowing that this was going to be his last night as a stripper, he began to hope that he would have one more experience like the Band Boy. Sure, he had Blake's number saved in his phone and could realistically call him any moment, but there's nothing like an encounter with a stranger. It's not safe, but at the same time, it is exciting to have something new. Bart wasn't going to force it, but if it happened, he would gladly accept it. After all, this was his last night. Why not go out with a BANG BANG!