QColumn: A Gay In The Life: High-Ho The Glamorous Life

High-ho the Glamorous Life
By Steve Prince
He greeted me with a smile. Damn, what a cute smile he had too! His full lips framed his perfect white teeth, and his dimples just made him even hotter. He lowered to his knees as I approached.
“Back again?” Domingo asked through his thick accent as he grabbed the base of his thick dick.
He smiled. I placed a dollar into his underwear. His cock throbbed as my fingers clutched around it greedily. Domingo took his free hand and grabbed the back of my neck. Slowly he pushed the back of my neck toward his cock, obscured by his underwear.
“Bite it,” he demanded.
Sugar, you don’t have to tell me or my raging erection twice. I opened my mouth and softly bit on the mound of Lycra that clothed Domingo’s cock. I could barely wrap my lips around it; he was so thick. I couldn’t believe I was doing this in front of everyone, but I couldn’t control myself. The horniness had taken over.

“Ssss,” he hissed with an intake of air as I puckered my lips. He gyrated harder. I took a deep breath through my nose. There was something slightly musky about Domingo’s scent, yet there lingered a hint of sweetness. I don’t know what the fuck it is that stripper’s put on their bodies, but they smell so damn good.
Ten minutes and ten dollars later, I took a breather. I backed up to the bar, turned and ordered a beer.
“Aren’t they ‘mazing?” Troy said as he trod up to me. He seemed even more drunk.
I sighed and moved my leg in an effort to hide my erection.
“Ah, don’t worry about it,” Troy said waving his hand. Apparently he was used to this. He pointed to his crouch. “It happens. How could it not? Look at ’em.”
I turned to look at Domingo. “I gotta say, I’m a bit in love here,” I cooed between sips of my beer. I looked at around as if holding in a secret, and leaned into Troy’s ear.
“He let me put my mouth on his dick,” I said as softly as possible.
“Oh,” Troy said loudly, “I know. My boy let me finger him.” He held up his hand and looked dreamily at his index finger. “I’m never washing this again.”
Jeeeeezus.
I love that when he’s sober Troy maintains a Catholic schoolgirl attitude. He puts on airs that he is—in his words—”the least slutty” of our group. However, get a couple of beers in this boy and he is a Slutella. I love it and feel a bit sad that he’ll never admit it. I mean, who says that sexy fun has to be shameful?
Troy and I stood drinking our beers and when we were finished, we both looked at one another.
“You ready for round two?” Troy said slamming his beer down on the bar.
I nodded. I had ten one dollar bills with my Domingo’s name on them. I walked towards Domingo and, again, he kneeled to greet me.
However this time—oddly enough—I held some restraint. By the time I had finished spending my ten bucks, it was already one o’clock. I learned that if I withheld my dollars for longer I get to feel of his body for an even longer time. I knew that college degree would come in handy for somethin’. In fact, it was the smart thing to do (especially in a recession). In that amount of time, Domingo had kissed my neck, nibbled my ear, and—let’s be honest—put his hand down my pants and stroked me a bit.
I think blue balls doesn’t even describe the sensation I was feeling. In fact, by now I was almost so horny I was numb. In fact, can you be TOO horny? Possibly. And with Domingo, I wanted to find out.
I stood at the bar, letting my erection subside as Cody strolled over to me. He looked like a kid who’d just been in a candy shop. Cody loved dancing. He didn’t do it for the money; he sincerely loved the attention and having a good carefree time. I admired him for being such a free spirit.
Troy, with heavy feet, walked up beside me. Cody beamed at both of his.
“Well,” he said, “I don’t have to ask if you to had a good time.”
We both smiled dreamily. Troy and I were so easy sometimes.
“I’m sober now,” Troy said.
“Are you sure those two beers aren’t still with you?” I asked sarcastically. “I mean, it was four hours ago.”
“You’re a bitch,” Troy said smacking his mouth, “I’m going to the bathroom.”
I noticed Domingo stepped of his podium. He smiled at me.
“Ahhh, Doomiinnnngo,” Cody smiled bobbing his head. “God damn he’s got a hot cock yeah.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t know,” I said feigning a pious look.
“Puh-lez,” he scoffed. “Girl I saw your face buried in there like a pig in mud.”
“I know,” I said smiling, “he’s sooo hot.”
“Super nice guy too,” Cody said. We both waited a few minutes for Troy to return.
Cody took a final swig of his beer, emptying it. “Ok look,” he said, “so the dancers are done. I’m going to go change and I’ll be back down in like ten minutes?”
“Cool,” I said as Troy nodded.
“Okay,” Cody said under his breath, “it might be more like thirty. I think I might get this new dancer named Nolan to suck me off. And by ‘might’ I mean, he said he wanted to.”
Troy shook his head as I laughed. “Take your time,” I said. “We’ll go dance.”
And we did. Five minutes later, Troy and I were pulsating along with all the other late night boys on the Mickey’s dance floor. It was liked everyone was keyed up because of the hotness of the dancers. How do I know this? Well, because it hadn’t even been five minutes before I felt some guy dancing up on me from behind. I turned around and looked. I looked at his eyes, his lips, and then down at my blue balls.
He was cute enough.
I smiled at him and he kissed me. Soon he led me—or was it danced me?—to a dark, secluded corner of the bar where a curtain hid us from view. Two couples were already behind it in the throes of lust. He pressed me up against the wall.
“Oh my God,” he sighed, “you’re so cute!”
I kissed him back fervently. It had been so long since I had been kissed—although this guy didn’t kiss like Peter.
No! Stop it Steve! Don’t compare, dammit.
I pressed my tongue harder into his mouth. I barely noticed the release of the button of my pants. His fingers sprawled over my dick. I couldn’t see him, but in the dark I could feel his lips leave mine.
I gasped as the feeling of wet around my shaft as he began to suck. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back against the wall. It had been a long time since I had gotten head; Peter usually preferred I do that to him. Peter.
No. Steve!
I squeezed my eyes harder trying to think of Domingo instead. I imagined running my hands down his abs and taking in his smell. Soon Peter’s abs came into view, and his face was there—smiling at me as I sucked him.
“I’m sorry,” I said, a knot forming in my stomach. “I have to go.” Hastily I zipped my pants and walked out the curtain. For a second, I felt bad for dissing the guy, but I could taste beer in my mouth from his; he was probably too drunk to remember. I sighed and shook my shoulders trying to shake off the incident and the memories.
As I walked toward the front door, I luckily found Troy standing by the entrance.
“There you are,” he said raising his hands in the air and then letting them slap on the sides of his legs. “I thought your were dead.”
“Oh please, dramatic,” I said smiling.
“Who knows what type of riffraff you’re digging up here,” Troy said teasing me.
I smiled back and on cue Cody returned. He smiled. “Domingo asked me about you,” he cooed.
I smiled and rolled my eyes. It was hard to believe. I mean come on, Domingo is DOMINGO… and I’m just… me. I mean his body, his face, and his dick—how could I compete with that? I of course, didn’t say this to Troy and Cody because they’d just scoff at me.
“You should talk to him,” Troy urged.
“I can’t,” I said gathering them towards the door. “It’s still too soon.”
“Please,” Troy said, “it’s not like your getting a boyfriend out of the deal. He’s a stripper who just let you feed him dollar bills for an hour to rub his cock.”
“Yeah, Stevie,” Cody said lighting a cigarette as we walked outside. “Maybe he just wants some good old fashioned sex.”
“Maybe,” I said barely considering it. “Besides it’s me. Y’all know I get way nervous around guys that hot. I wouldn’t know what to say.”
“I know,” Cody muttered as he puffed, “that’s why I gave him your number.”
Troy guffawed and clapped. “Oh my God!”
I stopped walking and rounded on Cody. “You didn’t?”
“Oh yes I did, buddy boy,” Cody said with a smile. He continued walking. “It’s time for you to get laid. I saw that look in your eyes tonight. You need to get it done girl.”
I looked and him with my mouth open.
“Are you mad?” he asked seriously.
I had to think for a hot second. “I feel like I should be,” I said smiling and taking Cody’s arm, “but no. I am anything but mad.”
“It’s an adventure,” Troy said.
Huh? Me and a hot Latin Stripper named Domingo…maybe I could do this single thing again…
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A California boy with a Southern heart, Steve Prince finds himself in so many sexual positions it can make your head spin. Thankfully for us he’s willing to share it all…no matter how sordid it gets. Quick to admit when he fucks up, Steve still laughs it all off, and hopes you will too. Also, it should also be noted he is gayer than glitter.
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Previously, on A Gay In The Life:
The Birds and The Birds
Lyin’, & Twinks, & Bears—Oh My!
Going Public
Christmas in July
Luck Be A Lady Tonight
I Left My Heart In Oklahoma
As Luck Would Have It
Shock & Awe
Blame It On Britney
The Unending Journey
Makin’ Copies
Bullets and Bracelets… and Lube
To Tell The Truth…
Stars Aren’t Blind
The Dark Knight
Come As You Are
A Date?
A Happy Ending
Better Than Nothing
A Man With A Slow Hand
Taking The Long Way
Everybody Knows
Wake Me Up, Before Ya Go-Go
Definition
The Best
The Upper Hand
Hit Me With Your Best Shot
2000-Date
Dick The Halls
The Queer Dear
A Night At The Museum
A Conversation
I’m Just A Girl Who Can’t Say No
Change The Way You Feel
Kissing A Fool
Leo The Lamb
The Elephant In The Room
Zuckerman’s Famous Pig
A Birthday Surprise
The Sleepover-er
SP Phone Home
Out of the Frying Pan and into the Closet
What If…
Just Beat It
Intimate Portrait
Intimate Portrait (Part Deux)
Intimate Portrait (Part Trois)
State of Mind
The Age of Disbelief
A Man For All Seasons
Summer Lovin’
A-Men
The Urge
Gettin’ It Done
Here You Cum Again
Eye Of The Beholder
The Present
A Minute’s Pause
Brotherly Love
Ladies Who Lunch
Here Cums The Rain Again
Dinner For Two
Blow by Blow
Commando
Cum As You Are?
Aftershock!
Caught in the Act
The Great Compromise
The Tipping Point
Cross Country
In Stereo
Get Smart
Blind Faith
The Dirty Mexican
A Few Good Men
Peter’s End
Getting Stuffed
The Good Boy
Cracking Up
The Agreement
Fuck Road
A New Resolve
Pre-cumming
Send My Regrets
On A Jet Plane
For The Love of God
Livin’ On A Prayer
It’s My Party
Move On
The Stripper