Your son for Mine

chapter 2

He made his way to the bathrooms in the back, but the only thing he found was one of the leather-clad twinks on his knees enthusiastically lapping the uncircumcised cock of a big man who had his hand tangled in the boy's blond hair. Mario's eyes drifted from the twink up to the owner of the cock. The man opened his bright blue eyes and looked right at Mario. He was gorgeous. Broad shoulders, thick legs, tight stomach. The man quirked the side of his mouth and winked; Mario cocked his head and quirked his mouth in response. He turned and made his exit as the man's head fell back against the stall, and his eyes fell closed again. Maybe next time. He headed back to the mass of bodies, intent on finding the one body he was looking for. His pants were a bit tighter now than when he'd left.
The crowd around the center pole had grown. Lucas was nowhere to be seen so Mario made his way across to join the others, thinking that maybe his client was somehow camouflaged in the mass of men. As he pushed his way closer, looking at each face as he passed by, Mario could see the men were captivated by whatever show was being put on. Drool was dripping from more than one mouth. Mario turned his head to look. Leaning against the pole, with his back to his audience, was the man drawing all the attention. The man was wearing skintight black jeans that made Mario wonder how he could even move in them, let alone dance. Sweat had made the green T-shirt the dancer wore cling to his back; it climbed its way up as he shimmied slowly down the pole, exposing his nicely tanned back and a hint of what appeared to be a thing. The dancer danced his way up only instead of his back against the pole, it was his ass, and the man bent forward so the pole nestled right between his jean-clad cheeks. The men around Mario started to swoon. Mario rolled his eyes. He didn't get off on the attention seekers. The guy getting blown in the bathroom, however... hmmm. Mario looked around at the faces again, and not seeing his client, he headed to the bar. He figured eventually the man would want to find himself a drink.
He took a step, and suddenly he couldn't see anything. Cloth covered his face. He reached up to pull it off and realized it was the green T-shirt the dancer had been wearing. Mario looked back at the dancer. He'd turned around and those jeans were displaying everything to the thirty's or so men who had crowded around, every one of them ready to lick his toes and anything else he offered them. Mario's eyes continued up the lean-but-muscled torso, and on up further until they reached the long angular face surrounded by sweat-soaked, dark brown hair. Blue eyes smiled directly at him. At that moment he knows he Fuck up.