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worked Peter s cock until Nash had the power again.
No, I want you. Stay all night. Please. Don t leave me. Peter screamed the last word as
his cum splattered the mirror as his ass milked Nash s dick.
Nash studied Peter s face in orgasm and loved the little snarl, then the innocent smile. He
could be a choir boy, yet he loved things like this.
Fucking that blond ballet dancer harder, Nash focused on his release and how safe he
was. No more barracks or restrictions. He could fuck every guy in Nevada if he wanted, in a
hotel room or his place or anywhere. No limits. No disapproval. There was total freedom in his
life. Not that it mattered now. He just wanted Peter, and when Nash looked in the mirror and saw
Peter s smile as he watched Nash getting close, it sent him over.
Coming deep in Peter s body, Nash gasped and groaned. When he caught himself, he
realized it was foolish now to keep quiet during sex. Damn, Peter! he said loudly as he let
Peter s feet hit the floor again.
Glad my idea turned you on so much. We can pitch it and see what they think. Peter
craned his neck back and kissed Nash.
Idea? Nash couldn t think about anything but amazing sex and what he d do to Peter
next. I m going to take you to bed and suck your cock all night. That s the only idea I want to
think about.
Chapter Six
A few days later at rehearsal, Peter had convinced Nash to try a generic military training
routine. Great nights full of sex and days of flirtation and peace made it seem possible. No more
Terry attacks so far. Peter wanted to see what Nash could do.
With Ken among the crowd of dancers, Peter had to be on top of his game. Ken could be
judgmental, but Peter doubted he d be able to handle the routine. It was more muscle than
dancing skills.
So Nash is going to lead a military style workout. The idea of the routine is to show off
muscle. He ll pick on me a little bit and work us hard, run us through the crowd, then we ll
strip. Peter shrugged. Sound good?
Sounds like a workout. One of the men shouted.
It will be. Don t worry if you can t cut it. A small line of soldiers is fine. Peter nodded.
Nash took the lead and started with standard pushups. Then military push-ups, complete
with the clap in the middle. Then it was one-handed pushups. Peter s arms felt as if they were
jelly by the time they were done.
Then jumping jacks, and his ankle ached with those. Peter kept up for the most part and
watched Ken out of the corner of his eye. Most of the men were keeping up for now. Next were
crunches, and they brought out a bar for chin-ups.
I m out. Ken shook his head and backed away from the chin-up bar.
Peter smiled at Nash who nodded in approval. After the chin-up s, it was toe-touches and
the running. Peter s ankle wobbled a bit, so he grabbed a seat.
You too tired? Nash asked.
Ankle, I m your weak link. Peter sighed.
No, you ve got an injury. Ken needs to think about retiring. Nash sat next to Peter.
He can still dance. Aggressive exercising is more than he should do. I don t want a heart
attack during the show, Peter whispered to Nash.
Be nice. The military doesn t take men at his age. Nash grabbed a bottle of water and
gave it to Peter.
Good practice, guys. I think that routine has potential. Peter nodded. I need to ice my
ankle, so Ken is going to run the rest of the rehearsal.
Nash followed Peter to the changing room. Peter grabbed an ice pack and sat with his leg
propped up. The guys love it. They can compete with each other.
I just don t think that ll get the crowd as revved up as a dance number. Nash shook his
head.
A variety is good. Slowing things down and showing off the muscle is fine. That s what
they want to see, and you have plenty. Peter ran a hand up Nash s arm. You don t have to go
naked if you don t want to.
Me? Nash shook his head. That was demo only. I m not going on stage in front of
people.
We ll see. Peter shifted the ice pack on his ankle. By now, word of the routine had
made it to Carl. Anything that hot would earn tips and get pushed to the front of the lineup.
* * * *
Later that afternoon, Nash was hanging at the bar waiting for the club to open.
Avery dried a wine glass. Did Ken really pass out? he asked.
Nash laughed. No, not at all. He hung in there but opted out before chin-ups. I don t
blame him. This isn t a workout for dancers or performers. It s raw muscle.
That man won t retire until he breaks something. Avery shook his head.
He s determined to stay in shape, which is great. Nash watched the door and hoped
there would be no problem tonight.
I m in shape, I don t need to show it off anymore, Avery said.
Carl walked out from the office. Nash, that military routine is great. Can we try it
tonight?
You can try anything, but I m not going up there. Nash shook his head.
Come on. You re the one who can sell the drill sergeant bit. No one else can do that.
Ken is bossy. Avery laughed.
Bossy but not military. Nash, you run it and get a nice bonus. Just that one routine, no
other stripping. You can even keep your pants on. Carl shrugged.
Drill sergeant isn t the exact term for the Marines. Besides, you need a bouncer, Nash
said.
This is a show for fun. Don t get wrapped up in accuracy. Whatever camo we have,
we ll use, and the dog tags are plastic. Don t take it personally just enjoy the screams and
shouts. Carl smiled. Hunter will help out as bouncer. He s hanging around anyway.
Nash felt a knot of fear. The money would be great, but the stage scared him. Maybe if he
just focused on Peter? I ll try, but if I bomb, don t blame the other guys. I m not a stage
person.
The performance went off well, and Nash got tips despite not breaking the tough drill
sergeant persona he was playing on stage. He d seen it plenty, so he imitated those hard-asses,
and the stage wasn t as scary as he d thought. Nash and the other guys filed off the stage. Peter
hugged him, then went to the back. Nash didn t like the idea of Peter needing to ice his ankle
after the performance. He was about to follow when someone called his name.
He turned, and it was Carl. What do you need? Nash asked.
Just wanted to know if you re interested in doing that a few times a week? Little bump
in pay. Carl nodded.
Uh, I guess so. I don t think Peter s ankle can take it, though. You need to tell him to
bow out of that routine or no deal. Nash fought the urge to go back and check on the smaller
man. Peter knew his injuries and ankle better. Surely, he wouldn t stress it too much. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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