Pauly hated dancing for gay men. He was good at hiding it, or so he thought, but he was disgusted by every moment of it. He had been raised in a good Catholic home, and though he wasn’t homophobic, he was disgusted by manly, callused fingers caressing his body. He always made sure gay partygoers understood that he didn’t allow men to touch him.
But his coworkers didn’t care about that rule, which was supposed to be company policy even if it was never followed. The worst offender was a fellow guido stripper named Vito, but who went by Brown Thunder on account of his very dark skin. Vito was straight but he didn’t mind a little man-on-man touching for extra money, and he didn’t mind molesting Pauly against his will when he was paid enough. Pauly was astonished by how little care Vito had for faggots pawing all over his body.
It was merely an annoyance until one night when Vito went way over the line, raising Pauly’s ire worse than ever. It was a small party of gay men, and somehow that was always worse than a large party, Pauly thought. At a large party, every man really just hoped to catch a grope of the stripper. At a small party, everyone expected personal attention and constant grinding all night.
“Hey, how much money you want to suck each other’s dick?” asked the gay man who hosted the party, a young blond queer named Terry. He had a lisp and a limp wrist that made Pauly sick, as did his leering eyes that stared at Pauly’s dancing cock.
“No way,” Pauly said without thinking about it. He didn’t want to give any hint that he might be talked into it.
“Three grand,” Vito said, also without thinking about it.
Everybody laughed as Pauly and Vito stared each other in the eye. Pauly thought Vito was totally straight, and would refuse to do something like that no matter what. Dancing with a man was one thing, but Vito was really willing to trade blowjobs for money? It almost looked for a moment like they would fight. Vito shrugged and looked away, blushing a little. Was he surprised Pauly wouldn’t do it for any amount of money? Pauly was astonished by his new friend’s reaction.
“You can close your eyes. It’ll feel like a woman,” Terry said.
“No it won’t,” Pauly said. “Besides, that ain’t the main problem. I’m a Catholic, and that’s a sin. I mean… I sin sometimes too, we all do, but I ain’t sinnin’ in a way I don’t even like.”
Terry nodded. “Okay, whatever. I don’t have three grand anyway,” he said. “I am one poor queer.”
“I’ll let you suck me off for one grand,” Vito said. He pushed in front of Pauly to make the offer to Terry.
Pauly was astonished he would offer that. A thousand dollars was not really even that much money, he thought, and Vito was willing to compromise his spirituality and his integrity for it? Maybe he was desperate for cash right now, Pauly thought. He was glad he had never been that desperate.
Terry looked at Pauly. “I can give you both eight hundred to let me suck your dicks,” he said.
“Nope,” Pauly said.
“It’s a package deal,” Terry said. “I’m not doing just one of you. I really wanna double-suck two Italian studs like you. I’ve done one at a time, I only wanna do it if it’s something new. That means both at once.”
“Come on, man,” Vito said. “I don’t know about you, but I need the money.”
“How about a handjob?” Terry said. “I’ll give you both a handjob at the same time, and you cum on my face. Five hundred bucks each.”
“Eight hundred,” Pauly said.
“I’m not gonna pay you just as much for a handjob as I was gonna pay for a blowjob,” Terry said.
“Fine, don’t pay,” Pauly said.
There was a long tense silence. “Seven hundred,” Terry said.
Pauly sensed that Vito desperately wanted him to accept, and Pauly needed the money too. A handjob wasn’t that bad, right? It was no worse a sin than jacking yourself off, he thought. He wondered if Father Neil would accept that excuse in the confessional. He sighed and nodded. He didn’t need to make an enemy at his job, though he had a feeling that Vito was already angry with him for turning down any chance at more money than that.
Terry grinned as he reached out to both men’s crotches. Pauly and Vito both had dark skin and hairy bodies normally, though they both kept themselves reasonably trimmed, so when Pauly came close enough to feel Vito, he felt thick, coppery body hair. Vito’s body heat was palpable, as was the must of his sweat after hours of dancing. Vito wrapped one arm around Pauly’s waist and squeezed him close.
He gasped as Terry put both cocks together, jacking them both off at once. Pauly wanted to stop him, but Vito was getting rock-hard and even seemed to be enjoying himself.
It’s just a little cock-touching, he told himself over and over, it’s not a big deal. This’ll be enough money to pay off the smaller of the two credit card debts. Just let him do it.
He managed to get hard despite Vito’s body next to his. Vito’s body heat was relentless, the scratchiness of his belly hair was painful, the smell of his sweat and precum overwhelming. How did gay men do it?
Vito moaned and flexed his muscles as he orgasmed. The feel, sight and sound of it made Pauly nauseous, his stomach churn — Vito was basically dry-humping Pauly’s dick with his own dick. Vito’s reactions obviously overacted, Pauly thought, as though this was the best sex he had ever had, but the gay men watching didn’t seem to mind. They hooted and hollered passionately.
Hot, creamy cum shot onto Terry’s mouth and on his hands, some of which smeared onto Pauly’s hand. That did make him gag, the feel of its slimy texture — it felt alive, as though he could actually feel sperm swimming on his skin.
Terry licked his hand off but kept on jacking off both men simultaneously, even though Vito’s shaft was now limp and spongy. He grinned as he licked every drop of cum off his own fingers.
Pauly had to concentrate to shoot his own load. He was glad it finally happened — he didn’t want to humiliate himself by being unable to perform. He couldn’t bring himself to put on a little show like Vito had, so it was a quiet, embarrassed orgasm.
He shot a giant wad that coated Terry’s face in dripping cum. Terry used his fingers to wipe every drop into his mouth. Pauly took a deep breath and blushed as he saw the entire party staring at him.
“Thanks, boys. Here’s your money,” Terry said, handing over a wad of cash to both Pauly and Vito.
Taking the money just made Pauly feel dirtier.