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Pool Hall Voyeur


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Your pleasure is my pleasure, Mac!  I'm glad all you guys liked it.  

And thanks Joel for linking it to the main page!  I'm so very flattered!  I'm beginning work on my next one, and I'm always open to requests and suggestions.

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6 hours ago, tbill said:

Your pleasure is my pleasure, Mac!  I'm glad all you guys liked it.  

And thanks Joel for linking it to the main page!  I'm so very flattered!  I'm beginning work on my next one, and I'm always open to requests and suggestions.

Can't wait for more stories tbill!!! That's one wild couple you wrote about?Keep up the great work! I love to play pool but my nights of playing pool don't cum..oops I mean come anywhere near that night! Where is this bar anyway?????

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On 11/14/2015, 7:56:47, Davie said:

Can't wait for more stories tbill!!! That's one wild couple you wrote about?Keep up the great work! I love to play pool but my nights of playing pool don't cum..oops I mean come anywhere near that night! Where is this bar anyway?????

Wish I knew where this bar is, Davie!  In the meantime, how about a game of Nine Ball Kiss, you and me?  Winner-take-all?  ;-)

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7 minutes ago, tbill said:

Wish I knew where this bar is, Davie!  In the meantime, how about a game of Nine Ball Kiss, you and me?  Winner-take-all?  ;-)

I'm all for that tbill!!! I know of more secluded pool rooms!!! Lets do it!!! But we can both be winners!!!! Then we can both have it all! I'm a firm believer in fair play?

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On 11/12/2015 at 9:32 PM, tbill said:

The following story is a complete work of fiction, a product of the author's imagination.  It is solely intended for entertainment purposes only and is not an endorsement for unsafe sex or public lewdness.

Please practice safe sex and stay healthy, guys!

Also please keep in mind that most jurisdictions frown on public lewdness.  So as they say on TV, please don't try any of this at home, guys!

If you like the story, please let me know by leaving a comment and giving me a "Stiffie" vote.

Please enjoy, guys...

A special thanks to AdonisMale members Steve and Davie for helping to customize this story for your enjoyment.

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Pool Hall Voyeur

Dylan and I have been together for almost a year.  When it comes to sex, he's a very dominate male who's proven himself capable of spontaneity in some very unusual places, no matter how public or private.  I suppose that's one of the things I love so much about Dylan.  I never know when the mood is going to strike him or where I might wind up getting fucked next.  It keeps our relationship new and fresh.  Love in an elevator?  Done it.  At least half a dozen times.  For us it's become somewhat blasé, although I admit last time we damn near got caught which made the whole experience very exhilarating!

Dylan and I are in our late twenties, we're very athletic and spend lots of time working out together at the gym.  Recently, we were in the men's steam sauna after an hour-long workout when the mood struck us.  It was an unusually slow night at the gym, hardly anyone there, and so we went for it.  And it was such an incredibly sexy place to fuck!  Our slippery bodies pouring with sweat, we experimented with various positions, quenching our lust for each other before erupting all over the place in a titillating finale of cum!  Afterwards we showered together, no one the wiser of the big mess we had just made in the next room...

I was immediately attracted to Dylan the first time I saw him.  He's 5' 11" with a very athletic build and short, brown hair, beautiful blue eyes, and he was sporting a wickedly gorgeous smile when our eyes first met.  He's one of those knockout hunks who, when you first see him, all you can think about is how badly you want him.  And apparently, those feelings were mutual because our sex life took off just as spontaneously as it has always ever been.  Dylan and I had just met at a mutual friend's party, and within two hours we found ourselves teetering in the dark over the swimming pool, on the diving board, Dylan fucking me senseless while the rest of the party was going on inside.  

Many words can be used to describe our sex life.  "Boring" certainly isn't one of them!  I've only mentioned just a couple of examples here of our spontaneous sex history, but there are so many more I could talk about that were just as wild, if not more so, that I could go on and on.   And so just when I was beginning to think maybe there wasn't anything else that that boy's imagination could possibly conjure up...once again, Dylan proved me wrong...

It was late one Friday afternoon, and we had just moved into our new neighborhood the previous weekend.  Earlier in the week, the couple next door suggested we check out the local pool hall, and so Dylan and I hopped onto his bike as we rode the short distance to the pub.  

It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dimly lit bar when we first arrived.  It was still early, and so there wasn't much of a crowd inside.  Not yet anyway.  The sharp crack of a new game of Eight Ball could be heard from one of the two occupied tables as we grabbed a table of our own near the center of the floor.  Besides darts, shuffleboard, and other amenities, there were about a dozen pool tables in the place, each aglow with its individual light hanging overhead.  The place was laid out so that you walked down several steps from the bar after entering the establishment, down past a couple of levels where there were additional tables and chairs, down to the floor with all of the pool tables.  This bowl design offered every seat in the house an excellent view of all the tables on the main floor.  I ordered a couple of local craft beers from the tap as Dylan racked us up for a game of Nine Ball. 

Nine Ball Kiss is our game.  It's a variation of traditional Nine Ball where the lowest-numbered ball on the table is used as the cue rather than the true cue ball.  The object of the game, of course, is to sink the nine ball.  Only the cue and the one through nine balls are used.  The balls are racked in a diamond shape with the nine ball in the center and the cue ball in front.  The break is done using the one ball, also called the object ball.  The object ball is always the lowest numbered ball on table.  It must be used as the cue, and the player must strike - or "kiss" - the actual cue ball first before any other ball.  The nine ball can be sunk at anytime for the win as long as the object ball kisses the cue first.  Because the pace of the game is fast, Dylan and I usually play sets of seven where best four wins.  It's probably the only game I can consistently beat Dylan about two out of every three sets.

The pub, as its turns out, is walking distance from the university, so as the evening wore on, the bar slowly began to fill with mostly couples -  a mix of college students and young professionals, the rest were either singles looking to hook up or threesomes out for a good time.  And several of the guys there were smoking hot!  There were a few I noticed that I just couldn't keep my eyes off.  One in particular was two tables away.  He was Dylan's height wearing faded jeans, a green, sleeveless, open-sided jersey with a number "8", and a red ball cap which he wore backwards.  He looked to be in his early twenties, and judging by his build, this guy played football. Despite the cap, I could tell he had short black hair, beautiful brown eyes, a killer smile complete with dimples, was nicely tan-complected and was very, very cute.  It was a real turn on to watch him lean in for his shots because his jersey would open for a spectacular side view of his nipples and washboard abs.  I couldn't help staring, so much so I'm sure Dylan noticed, though I really tried hard to be subtle.

Also, because of its location this pool hall seemed to be a pretty happening hot spot, and so as the crowd grew, the volume of the music and the noise level in general also grew.  Fortunately, for Dylan's birthday, I bought us two tiny wireless earbuds equipped with microphones.  We like to frequent bars and clubs but hate having to yell at each other in order to be heard.  So when the noise level rises, we just pop in our earbuds and pair into our phones.  It works great!  And the range is remarkably far.  Once our earbuds were in, we continued our game without missing a beat.

We continued playing for quite a few hours, running up our tab, getting into the music, and checking out the other guys in between shots - okay I admit that last part was more me than Dylan, but I caught him looking a time or two as well.  I'd be deeply disappointed if he hadn't, given the sea of eye candy all around us.  Needless to say, we were both having a really good time as the night carried on.

After winning my seventh set to Dylan's two, Dylan made a curious proposal.
"Let's make this the last set...and let's make it a Winner-Take-All" he smiled. 
First, a little background info.  For us, "Winner-Take-All" is not a money bet.  It's a gentleman's bet where the winner gets his way with the loser, meaning the loser must do anything and everything the winner desires for the remainder of the evening, and it usually involves sex.  To date, I've never been able to beat Dylan in a Winner-Take-All.  Somehow, he's always managed to win, but the sex involved has always been outstanding!  So loosing wasn't really ever so bad.  But this time was different.  After all, we were playing my game, which gave me the clear advantage.  Besides, I've always wanted to get Dylan to bottom for me, and this would be my best chance to make that happen.  I know because I've beaten him in other bets in the past, and Dylan is a big believer in keeping his word and honoring his bets, no matter how painful the outcome.
"You're on!" I replied as I accepted his challenge.  

The first six games were an even split, three games to three, as we took turns running the table.  Dylan was putting up an unusually good fight, wanting to win this bet pretty badly I could tell.  Dylan won the sixth game, and so I got to break on the seventh.  On the break, I managed to sink the one ball.  I continued to play and ran the table again until I was down to the eight and nine balls, plus the cue.  I made no secret about what I wanted from Dylan once I won this bet, either.  Between each shot of this final game, I was in Dylan's face, taunting him about how good he was going to be on his back in bed tonight and how good he was going to look with shaved pubes.  This last shot was a gimme, so before taking it, I thought it'd be fun to taunt Dylan just a little more.
"Ready to spread 'em wide and bottom out for me, buddy?" I smiled triumphantly at Dylan. "Watch and be amazed by the master."

I leaned in for my final play.  I shot the eight ball, it hit the cue then tapped the nine.  The nine hit the edge of the pocket ... and stopped.  All three balls landed in a straight line of eight-cue-nine, almost touching each other, with the nine on the edge of the pocket.  Shit!  Now Dylan was up.  He shot, and the nine went in for the easy win.  I couldn't believe it!  I lost the bet again!  Dylan's wicked grin said it all, and because Dylan isn't really so much into forgiving without first getting even, I knew I would be seriously paying for my premature taunting.  

He took my stick, along with his, and put them away.  He waved over the waiter, took out his earpiece to say something to him privately and slipped him a rather generous tip.  He then put his earpiece back in and returned to me, smiling, which made me worry about what he had in mind. "Now where were we?" he grinned.
Pinning me against the table, he began kissing me, our tongues entertwined while he went underneath my T-shirt with both hands, caressing my nipples.  I didn't know what he was planning, but so far I was liking it!

Lifting my shirt above my pecks, my nipples now fully exposed, he played with them some more as we continued making out, the blood flow to my penis definitely on full throttle now.  By this time, the tables around us began taking notice.  Our tongues continued playing with each other as Dylan carried on, fondling my nipples, two of my favorite pleasure points.  By now a curious assembly of onlookers was gathering around us.

Dylan then lifted my shirt up and over my head until he was now holding it in his hand, the fingers of his other hand back to working its magic on my nipple, his tongue returning to my waiting lips.  He then flung my shirt up and behind him into the crowd to cheers and shouts, which in turn caught even more attention.  Now both hands were back on my pecks, caressing both nipples until they were standing out, craving even more attention, our tongues dancing with each other to the rhythmic beat of the music.

As our audience began growing two and three people deep, Dylan slid his hands down my ripped abs and into my briefs, fondling and playing with my boner much to the delight of our impromptu gathering.  After a few minutes of this, he removed his hand and began unbuttoning my shorts and unzipping my fly.  I stopped kissing him and grabbed his hands to stop him, much to the groans and disappointment of everyone surrounding us, but he cut me off before I could verbally protest.
"Winner-Take-All, dude" he smiled.  "If you can't handle it here, I can certainly find us a much more public venue."  
He wasn't bluffing either, and he knew that I knew it.  I trust Dylan and know he'd never do anything to hurt me, and so I relented, allowing him to continue unzipping and then tugging my shorts down to the clapping and cheering of all the other patrons around us.  My cock was now growing seriously hard as Dylan bent down to pull my shorts off over my lace-up boots.  After pulling out my wallet and sticking it in his pocket, he held my shorts up over his head and smiled "You won't be needing these anymore either tonight."  I watched as he flung my shorts into the air, disappearing into a sea of hands as they came back down, to the sound of even more cheering, clapping, and whistling.  He then reengaged me, his lips and tongue working in concert with his hands.  One hand working my ass, the other now firmly massaging the stiff bulge in my briefs!

By now, a couple of the wait staff descended on our table to lift up the hanging light, making room over the table itself.  The music was suddenly cranked even louder so that the bass could be felt in your chest.  All eyes were now on us as we continued making out, Dylan's hands now firmly massaging my ass through my underwear.  Once the waiters left, the table now ready, with both hands Dylan took a firm hold of the back of my briefs, his chest and arms flexing slightly as he ripped out the seat.
"So I was going to bottom for you tonight, huh?" he grinned for a short pause.  
"Watch this and be amazed by the master" Dylan mocked, his eyes smiling into mine as he slowly ripped more of the cotton material, grinning, relishing the power of his control, carefully tearing more and more fabric, exposing more and more of my skin as he did it.  Then finally breaking my waistband, Dylan tossed the remnants of my briefs to the floor as a useless pile of shredded material.  With the exception of my black, lace-up boots, I was now completely naked, my fully erect penis now briefly hidden between us as we resumed tonguing each other.

Dylan then had me hop up onto the edge of the table so that I was sitting on the bumper railing, my legs dangling over the side, my erection straight up into the air.  Dylan stepped forward to softly stroke my cock with one hand, his other fondling my ass as I tongued his mouth harder in exhilaration.  All eyes in the place were now on us, my boyfriend delivering a fantastic hand job as he sucked on my tongue, the music pumping so that I could now feel the bass not only in my chest but also in my groin from the vibrations of the pool table on which my bare ass was now sitting.  I was in total ecstasy as Dylan continued softly stroking my rock hard penis to the lust-filled approval of our audience.

"Lose the boots and socks and climb up on the table." 
Not knowing exactly where Dylan was going with this, I obeyed as I unlaced and dropped both boots onto the floor, pealed off my socks and moved up onto the table, still close to the edge where Dylan stood.  Dylan picked up my boots, then without any warning turned and walked away, leaving me alone on the table.
"Move to the center of the table." I heard him say in my earpiece as he headed for a seat at the bar.  "Now that you have everyone's attention, I want you flying solo for the crowd the way you do it for me at home."
"Dylan, you fucking serious, dude?!"
"Absolutely.  Now I that have you naked and horny, you're free to show off how you pleasure that sexy body of yours".  He continued "I own you until midnight, and if you're coming home with me when I leave tonight, then you're cumming all over that table first.  Besides, you can't exactly walk home like that, and I got the keys." he taunted.

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No doubt Dylan was getting even.  As awkward as it was being up there alone, I hesitantly obeyed him and knelt in the middle of the table, my hands going to work, my fingers doing their magic to the beat of the music while a room full of spectators looked on intently.  I noticed that all of the really cute hunks I had been checking out earlier were now standing on the sidelines checking me out!  I closed my eyes, tilted my head back, and began gently caressing my balls with the fingers of one hand while slowly massaging the underside of my penis between my forefinger, middle finger and thumb of the other.  I gradually began stroking my dick with an overhand grip while reaching back to feel my firm, muscular ass, occasionally trading off to run my hand across my chest and well defined abs as I played with my nipples.  As more time passed I began relaxing, feeling the music and really getting into pleasuring myself in front of all these really cute guys!

I opened my eyes and panned the gallery of admirers I was jerking off for.  There were faces watching and smiling, talking to each other out of the sides of their mouths as if they were too fixated on me to turn their heads, even for just a second, in fear of missing something.  Some faces were smiling, grinning, enjoying the show.  Some people were cheering, whistling, hands clapping, dancing to the beat of the music.  Others stood mesmerized, pure lust written on their faces.  One of those belonged to Number Eight who I found standing second row back.  He was even more fucking hot seeing his beautiful lust-filled eyes as he watched me masterbate.

"Lay on your back and spread your knees as far apart as you can." I heard Dylan command.  "I want everyone here to see you milking that rock hard cock of yours."  I eagerly obeyed because now I was doing this not for Dylan, but for my hot, young stud in the green, sleeveless jersey.  I made sure I kept eye contact with him the whole time so that he understood full well that I was in serious heat for him.  I laid on my back and spread my knees as far apart as I could and pumped my cock, pointing my dick right at him as I stroked it.

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"Arch your back and finish.  I want everyone to see how far you can shoot when you cum".  I did as I was told, maintaining eye contact with my young hottie as he watched me approach a very electrifying orgasm.  I began gyrating my hips and increasing my rhythm.  I could feel my balls tightening, my cum building, my body shuddering, my breaths sharper and deeper.  Getting ever closer, I felt my body tingling as I began to...

"Stop!" Dylan suddenly commanded.

He paused for a moment.

"Catch your breath and sit up."
I obeyed and sat up, panting, my red hot dick throbbing, pointing true north.
"I see you found a friend.  Would you like for him to fuck you?"
"Yes" I nodded.
"Point to him.  Motion for him to come to you."
I reached out and pointed, singling out Number Eight as the whole house erupted into even louder applause and whistles.  He smiled nervously, his buddies playfully pushing him forward as I gestured for him to come forward.  Lust was still in those beautiful eyes of his as he stepped forward.

I moved over to the edge of the table and sat with my bare ass on the bumper railing and met him there.  The music and noise were much too loud for talking, so I just grabbed his jersey, pulled him down and slid my tongue into his mouth.  He responded by aggressively kissing me back in return.  Lover boy was on fire!  The crowd responded approvingly as  I took his hand and placed it on my erection, helping him stroke it a couple of times to show him what I wanted.  He took over control as our tongues continued engaging, my hands massaging his cute ass through his jeans.

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Then without warning, he moved his mouth from my tongue down to my dick.  His soft, warm tongue slowly massaged the underside of my penis, as he sucked and slurped.  I could feel myself striking the back of his throat as he eagerly thrust all the way down to the base of my cock.  I was still on the edge of the table, my legs dangling over the side, my elbows locked, supporting myself from behind.  I watched him intently, my body shuddering, abs tightening every so often, as this young master of pleasure worked my pubes, his saliva running down my cock and dripping down my very tight balls.  

Then without breaking cadence, he reached up with a very strong right arm and forcefully pushed me down, pinning my back to the table, his left hand pinning down my right thigh as his head bobbed hungrily up and down on my erection, the warm, moist sensation of his lips and tongue electrifying every nerve in my penis.  I was in total ecstacy as I gyrated my hips, matching his rythm to intensify this outstanding blow job he was delivering while pinning me totally helpless to the table.
"Very nice!..  I like it." I could hear Dylan say.  "I want you to submit completely to him and let him have his way with you."  And submit to this stud I gladly did as his velvety soft lips and tongue slid up and down, continuing to caress the underside of my shaft.  I felt the beat of the music vibrating through my entire body as my young lover exerted his absolute control over me, red ball cap bobbing up and down, dancing to the rhythm of the music which was pumping through the sound system.  The scene was so fucking hot!  It didn't take long, I could feel the cum in my balls stirring again as the intense pleasure afforded me by this sizzling hot stud was beginning to grow exponentially.  I was getting close again, my breathing getting very heavy, I was completely helpless as I felt my pre-cum working its way up my shaft as it began leaking from my penis.  His eyes then moved to mine as he pulled his mouth off my cock, his tongue circling the head of my penis one last time in search of just one more savory drop, his victorious smile telling me he liked the taste of my cum.

"I was hoping you might need your lube tonight.  I'm sending it down" I heard Dylan say.
"Lie with your chest on the felt, knees spread, ass in the air and in his face. Finger yourself.  Show him how badly you want him."
Then he added his final instruction to me.
"Give him your earpiece.  He's driving now."

I complied, and handed my earbud to my impromptu lover.  He inserted the earpiece, looked up toward the bar and then gave a slight wave to Dylan.  I caught only small bits and pieces of the conversation as the waiter arrived with my lube.  He said that his name is Bryan and that he played football for the university.  Quarterback.  I climbed back up on the table, planting my face and chest on the felt as I lifted my ass in the air and reached back between my legs with both hands, one holding my butt cheeks apart while the other played with my starving hole, lubing it thouroghly and showing Bryan where I needed him next.
"Yeah, I can handle it" I thought I heard him say as he looked back at me.

Bryan kicked off his shoes, pulled off his cap and shirt, climbed up and knelt behind me on the pool table.  I turned to look around behind me, admiring his muscular torso as he unzipped his fly and freed his cock which was a nicely cut, eight inch beauty!  He grabbed my hips as I reached under and carefully guided him into my anxious void.  "Fuck yeah!" I heard someone yell from the back of the house.  I felt him as he gently penetrated me and then slowly slid the entire length of his erection into me.  Then he carefully began pumping my ass as we worked up a rhythm, fucking to the beat of the music.  We stayed in this doggie position for a while as Bryan leaned down to fondle my nips, stroke my cock, play with my balls, and massage my ass.  He even sucked on my earlobe for a while and the skin on my neck right behind my ear.  I swear Dylan was telling him where all of my pleasure points were, because Bryan was working them all like a seasoned master!  Once again I felt the stirring of my cum building up in my very tight balls as I continued getting fucked, now breaking into a feverish sweat as I fully surrendered my body, being ridden like a thoroughbred by this hot, young quarterback-jockey!

We switched to a spooning position, Bryan obviously staying in his jeans so that Dylan could maximize my humiliation.  And it was working, too.  First he got me completely naked and horny, working me up in front of a very full house, deliberately loosing all my clothes for me in the process and guaranteeing that I was left without any options of backing out.  And now because of him doing that to me and then leaving me totally vulnerable, I was now getting fondled, fucked and publicly dominated by a hot, young and rather aggressive football stud!  I was in total ecstasy!  

Bryan reached around and stroked my erection as he continued pumping my ass with that gorgeous dick of his.  It wasn't much longer before I felt his body begin to shudder, his pace quickening.  His breaths became suddenly deep, almost gasps as I heard him sigh heavily in my ear "Shhhit!" as he thrust deeper and harder into me.  The next thing I felt was the warm sensation of Bryan's cum as his penis ejaculated deep inside me, flooding my insides in wave after wave of his sweet, milky white seed.  Bryan continued pumping his semen into my ass as he held onto my hips with both hands, trying desperately to thrust himself even deeper inside me as his orgasm slowly began to subside. 

Once Bryan managed to regain his composure, his spent dick withdrawing from within me, he had me get back into a kneeling position as he zipped up his fly.  Kneeling behind me, with one hand he continued fondling and slowly pumping my erection.  Then I felt him carefully insert the middle two fingers of his other hand into my now dripping ass as he began fingering me.  I reached up and behind myself as I hung on to Bryan's muscular shoulders, my hips now grinding into his hand, my ass fucking his very slippery fingers. My orgasm was now getting very close, much to everyone's anticipation.  My breathing got heavier, my sweat-covered body beginning to shudder, my chest and abdomen spasming uncontrollably, I felt the tingling sensation in my balls as my cum began working its way up uncontrollably.  "Fuck yeah, he's gonna cum!" someone yelled in back.  On cue Bryan quickened his strokes and probed his fingers deeper, massaging my ass wildly as my penis erupted in a fountain of cum, much to the delight of everyone watching, especially Dylan, the architect responsible for this very moment.  I felt my orgasm flowing through my body as I roped off the table with my cum, Bryan continuing to work both ends as I hung onto his shoulders for support, my weakened body hanging onto him, riding his dominating touch as I floated through what seemed to be a rather extended orgasm, the audience roaring its approval.  Once again I heard someone shout "Fuck yeah!" as I collapsed naked and spent into Bryan's arms...

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As promised, Dylan got me home.  He took us through several alleyways and side streets because all I had were my boots and socks.  I'd never ridden naked on the back of a motorcycle before!  It was actually kind of exciting!  Fortunately, we encountered very few people, and most of those didn't even seem to notice us.  Because Dylan was still rather worked up from the pool hall, he and I had a bit of extended fun in the shower when we got home.  He confessed that watching me have sex with another guy was a huge turn on for him, my pool hall voyeur!

Dylan and I stayed in contact with Bryan, inviting him over for dinner (among other things) and attending the remainder of his home games.  He was actually a pretty decent quarterback with a really good arm.  But his arm isn't what I'll remember most about him. ;)  He eventually took a job in New York after graduating with a degree in marketing.

Dylan and I still frequent the pool hall on weekends.  I still get smiles from strangers all the time, people who I imagine must have been there that night.  Speaking of ... ever since that night, Dylan and I get to play Nine Ball for free whenever we want.  The owner of the establishment refuses to charge us for the tables.  Honestly, I think he's hoping we'll do it again soon.  I understand that because of us, his liquor sales went through the roof that night.  And who knows?  Dylan and I are a pretty spontaneous couple.  Maybe we will do it again.  After all, with us, anything is likely!

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Great , I'm hard now. Maybe I should write one called private message ;)

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I'm glad the story turned you on, Wolfe!  That is my goal for my readers...to have them mentally experience what the main character experiences, hopefully resulting in a raging hard-on!

Let me know if you have any special requests for fantasies you'd like to see in print.  :x

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21 hours ago, tbill said:

I'm glad the story turned you on, Wolfe!  That is my goal for my readers...to have them mentally experience what the main character experiences, hopefully resulting in a raging hard-on!

Let me know if you have any special requests for fantasies you'd like to see in print.  :x

I like my fantasies one one one ;)

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In case you guys were curious, this was the lap dance scene where I discovered the soundtrack I used above:

So here's the scene - Angel Santiago is distracting Tyler Wolf with a lap dance while Zane Porter is supposed to steal a rare, multi-million dollar Japanese art work.  Zane gets a bit distracted.... yeah.  I would too!

Special thanks to @JackFTwist who helped me find the Christeene soundtrack behind this clip.

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