Black Bxb Oneshots

RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU

I could hear strident music playing; the sound stretched across the busy club. My coworkers were gossiping about the latest news, but as usual, I tuned them out. The room was a mixture of half-naked women and men; I had grown accustomed to the sight, so it didn't bother me as much. I wasn't here to make friends, so it wasn't surprising that some of the girls gave me looks of envy.

A confident figure strolled in, his movements libidinous. He stood close to five foot ten, and his body was a sight in itself. Years of working out clearly showed on the man. His smile was bright and radiant, and just below his full lips lay a neatly trimmed goatee. To say the least, the man was fine. As he walked up to me, he brought his nicely toned arms around my shoulders and pressed a kiss against my soft jaw.

Lamont was the only gay male who worked at the strip club besides myself. He wore his masculinity and femininity proudly. Just because he had a splash of cunt didn't mean anything; he could turn you every which way, and I can attest to that from one drunken night he took me across every corner of his room. Although we had sex a few times, we had to stop before feelings got involved; his well-endowed member could almost make you delusional.

"Wassup, darling? You look dashing as always," Lamont said with a lustful undertone.

As I brought a playful smack to his hard chest, his loud laughter bounced across the room.

"Naw, for real though, you got a request in the VIP room 5, and baby, when I tell you that man is fine, he said he wanted the best of the best, and of course I had to pick you," Lamont spoke.

"Thank you, Pooh. You're always looking out for me. You didn't have any trouble out there, did you?" I asked, applying light makeup to my face.

As usual, we broke into a small conversation; sometimes it helped ease the sudden nerves. After undoing my pinned-up hair, I did a 360-degree turn while looking into the brightly lit mirror. I admired my body, which I had once been ashamed of; I can't begin to explain how many times people had mistakenly thought I was a woman.

As I walked to the designated room, I could smell the coconut scent that lingered on my body. I took pride in my ability to smell good; even if I looked a little off, I was going to ensure I smelled nice.

As I opened the deep red curtain, the Adonis of a man sat in front of me, a hookah placed in his full lips, his gaze lustful the minute he saw me. His long, thick thighs were placed in a mesmerizing manspread, and I had to fight the urge to stare down into his legs.

"Thank you for having me," was all I said before I began to slowly make my way towards the pole. As the music took over, I allowed my body to tell a story; my movements were fluid and captivating.

Omniscient POV

KC sat in the chair, his manhood reaching a hardness it had never experienced. His thoughts were clouded by the curvaceous beauty in front of him. He was tipsy, so he didn't care that the woman lacked a chest area; her lower body made up for it. There was something oddly familiar about the beauty in front of him, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. As Peachy, aka Alexis, stalked his way to the taller man, his steps were slow and almost taunting. Once Alexis was in front of JC, the taller man could smell his intoxicating scent and could've moaned. Alexis sat on the man's lap and began to grind his softness against the man's member.

It took a while, but Alexis recognized the man in front of him; how could he ever forget that boy who made his high school experience a living hell? JC was the boy every male wanted to be and the boy every girl desired. He was always the center of attention; girls clung to his arm, and boys followed him like obedient puppies. JC never paid any attention to Alexis until one morning when the small boy walked in wearing fitted pants that clung to his figure. Who knew that all those baggy pants were hiding all that?

JC couldn't understand the sudden attraction he felt toward the smaller male, so he began to bully Alexis in response. There was never a day when a heart-wrenching slur was not thrown his way, and after some time, the verbal assault turned violent. Alexis went home with a new bruise every day; neither his parents nor his siblings ever noticed, nor did they care anyway. JC would sometimes feel guilt, but he would quickly push it away, not wanting anyone to know about his feelings for Alexis.

"You wouldn't mind a kiss, would you?" Alexis asked, his voice as smooth as velvet.

JC could only nod; he was at a loss for words. What was it about the man that had him on the verge of release like a puny teenager? He felt kisses being placed down his strong neck and threw his head back, letting out a deep moan. He released his hands from the sides of the chair and brought his large hand to Alexis's backside, then began to guide Alexis's lower half against his leaking length. JC had had his fair share of sex, yet he never knew grinding could feel this good.

Once Alexis knew his time was up, he brought his grinding to a halt, and a thought crossed his mind: he could get in trouble for this, but he didn't necessarily care.

"You don't remember me, do you?" Alexis asked, his lips dangerously close to JC's ear.

The taller man didn't know what the beauty was talking about, so he gave her a long look.

"You know who I am; it'll come to you. Thank you for your time, sexy," Alexis spoke, getting off the man's lap. Alexis made sure to sway his hips as he walked to retrieve his payment from the table. As the beauty was no longer in his line of sight, JC thought long and hard for a minute, and then the image of the heart-shaped birthmark on Alexis's collarbone appeared in his mind.

JC sat there in confusion; he couldn't believe he had let a man, let alone Alexis, give him a lap dance. Alexis looked completely different compared to how he was in their high school days. Alexis's hair was much longer, he no longer wore those huge glasses, and the smaller man had undergone a glow-up. He couldn't fathom that the smaller man was a stripper—and a damn good one at that. Did this make him gay? JC thought. All he knew was that he wanted—no, he needed—more. This wasn't the last Alexis was going to see of him.