It was common for Zach to get regulars in the back. It was common for Zach to have high payers. He was used to the other boys not liking him, except for one. His friend Corbyn.
Zach had two dances and then got called into the back. He didn't like most of the men, but money was money. He had to pay for college somehow.
But Zach was used to regulars and today he got a new person. The man-boy-about his age, maybe older by a couple years, waited in the back, played with his rings. He looked nervous. Was this his first time?
Zach smirked, walking closer to the boy. "You're new here."
"My friends thought it would be a great idea to bring me to a club for my birthday." He explained.
"Well birthday boy, what would you want to do?"
"What?" His voiced cracked. Zach smirked bigger.
"Well we got an hour to ourselves, what would you want?" Zach got on his knees in front of the boy, hands on both thighs.
"I thought we couldn't...um—"
"Oh. You can't touch me, but there's stuff I can do to you." His hands crept up the olders thighs, reaching his growing boner. Zach smirks as he starts to palm the boy. He lets out a low moan, pleasing Zach. "What's your name pretty boy?"
"J-Jack."
"Well Jack, you're gonna have the best birthday today." Zach unzipped Jack's pants pulling them down slightly, the older lifting his hips slightly. Zach traces the outline of Jack's dick, pulling his Calvin Klein's down. His boner stood at full attention. It's better looking than most of the guys that were in here.
Zach licks his lips, going to lean forward, but Jack stops him. "Wait—"
"Baby, if you're about to ask for my consent, imma about to blow your mind. And something else." Jack gulps and lets him continues. Blowjobs were Zach's specialty, next to dances.
He starts off teasing, soon leaning forward and focusing on the tip. Jacks hand flies to Zach's hair, pulling a little. He moans, causing Jack to moan. Zach moves further down, going all the way to the base, the tip already hitting his throat. Jacks hips jerk, Zach choking a little.
"Oh my God, I'm sorry." Jack moves but Zach stops him again, going more down. It's hard to breath a little but he is enjoying this. He wants Jack to too. "Fuuuuck."
Zach bobs his head up and down, deep-throating Jack. Who moans loudly, cursing here and there, fisting Zach's hair, making the younger work faster. He focuses on the head again, using his hand to work the rest.
"Shit, fuck, baby, imma cum..."
"Do it daddy, for me." At those words Zach feels hot liquid shooting down his throat, spurting in thick ropes. And he swallowed every last bit of it.
"Shit that was hot." Zach helps Jack get dressed, limbs half limp from his ecstasy. "I wish I can take you home baby." He's heard that so many times. But from Jack, it felt different. Zach smiles and watch him leave. Suddenly he feels lonely.
He wants to see him again.
