Library Dance Club - Private Room
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Light =&gt; Light: Human Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: HockeyGod on 27-11-2009, 17:44:04</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Library Dance Club - Private Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 17:44:04</strong>
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				Brandon led Derrik to one of the new private rooms constructed. Each had comfortable seating, a table, a stripper pole, and customizable music. The twink escorted the bear to a lounge chair and then turned from him to the console on the wall.<br><br>Brandon pulled up Wicked Game by Chris Isaak. As the music started Brandon moved to the pole to begin. He grabbed it with his right hand and then arched his back, nearly touching his head to the ground. His bi-weekly yoga lessons were paying off big time. His knees bucked and straightened as his covered boy cock rutted against the pole in time to the music.<br><br>The boy pulled himself back up, running his hands down his body and hooking them under his shirt. He pulled the t-shirt off exposing his fair skin. He continued to slowly rut against the pole while giving occasional glances at Derrik.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Library Dance Club - Private Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 18:00:21</strong>
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				Derrik followed the smaller boy to one of the private rooms.&nbsp; It was lavishly decorated with cushioned seating, integrated music, and a pole for dancing.&nbsp; The man lifted an eyebrow at it before glancing to Brandon who had changed the music and walked to the pole.<br><br>The large man walked to the couch, sitting down and letting one arm rest at the back of the sofa.&nbsp; His other curled down to let his hand rest on his thigh as he watched, his eyes glued to the rather talented young man rutting and grinding against the pole.<br><br>Eventually, his shirt was removed, revealing flawless skin on his lithe frame.&nbsp; Derrik licked his lips.&nbsp; He'd much like to rub his hands along the boy's torso, feeling the smooth skin&nbsp; without a hint of hair or blemish, just how he liked a boy.&nbsp; The man's thumb brushed against the slowly growing bulge in his groin, toying with it slightly as both a small flirtatious gesture toward Brandon and a small bit of pleasure on his part.<br><br>"Very nice, boy."&nbsp; Derrik murmured.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Library Dance Club - Private Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 18:08:44</strong>
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				Brandon smiled at the kudos, which caused him to move even further. He flipped open the buttons on his pants and undid the zipper. He opened up the jeans to expose what little hair he had. Brandon positioned himself so the pole was against his back. He spread his legs out and then bent forward, showing Derrik his flexibility.<br><br>The boy had a rush of excitement. He'd never been with a Daddy before and Derrik was definitely the epitome of strength and manhood. Derrik smiled as he watched Derrik rub against his cock. Brandon shot back up and tucked his fingers in his pants. He slipped out of his shoes and then let the pants slide down his hairless legs. He stepped out of them and revealed his bikini underwear which hid his boy cock and his smooth ass cheeks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Library Dance Club - Private Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 18:16:09</strong>
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				His grey eyes were glued to the show, taking in each movement and bit of skin.&nbsp; To his surprise, the boy unfastened his jeans, revealing that he kept his entire body neatly trimmed and free from most hair save that atop his head and under his arms.<br><br>Brandon was quite flexible, his legs spread as he bent forward.&nbsp; That could be a rather useful trait.<br><br>The older man moved his hand slightly, squeezing his cock through his jeans quite unashamedly.&nbsp; The young man then slipped out of his shoes then his jeans to reveal bikini underwear and little else.&nbsp; Tucked inside was a nice cock hidden away, suiting Brandon very well.<br><br>Derrik patted his lap softly.&nbsp; "Come and sit on daddy's lap, boy."&nbsp; It was more an order than a request, and his voice made sure to voice the difference clearly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Library Dance Club - Private Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 18:21:30</strong>
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				Brandon smiled like a kid in a candy store at Derrik's offer. He moved over slowly and turned around so his back was to Derrik. Brandon bent over, grabbing his ankles and slowly swayed. Finally the boy sat down, with only fabric between a butt fuck.<br><br>Brandon leaned back. His smooth back felt the hard muscles poking out from Derrik's wife beater. Brandon slowly moved up and down in small motions. He needed it bad and Derrik was just the kind of guy to make it happen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Library Dance Club - Private Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 18:28:04</strong>
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				He smirked to himself as Brandon bounded over, an eager kid ready for more than what Derrik had to offer at the moment.&nbsp; No matter.&nbsp; He'd make sure and keep the boy coming back for the real thing later.<br><br>He swayed his rounded rear right in reach of the man who remained unmoving.&nbsp; Derrik could have easily reached out to touch the plump butt, but he restrained himself, wanting to see just what Brandon would do.<br><br>The boy's back came in contact then, hard muscle pressing against smooth skin.&nbsp; Brandon then rubbed up and down against his chest, his rear mere inches from the hard lump below.&nbsp; That was when Derrik's arm moved, wrapping around the boy's midsection from behind.&nbsp; He pushed the boy down, his bubble butt pressing firmly against the hard cock hidden within the man's jeans.&nbsp; At the same time, Derrik thrust roughly upward with his hips, grinding his cock against the boys butt.<br><br>"You seem quite eager, boy.&nbsp; What exactly do you want from daddy?"&nbsp; He whispered in thick, deep words, the man's lips brushing ever so slightly against the boy's ear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Library Dance Club - Private Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 18:35:34</strong>
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				Brandon almost flushed. Daddy had a daddy dick. The outline pressed against his ass was intoxicating. "Hmmmph..." Brandon could barely speak as goose bumps ran across his flesh. The deep baritone's of Derrik's voice shot right to his loins and Brandon became almost instantly hard.<br><br>"I want to taste daddy, please put it in me daddy." Brandon begged. He was hungry at both ends.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Library Dance Club - Private Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 18:44:58</strong>
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				A deep chuckled erupted from Derrik's throat as he slowly continued to grind against the boy.<br><br>"You're quite eager, boy...but daddy doesn't just give himself away like that.&nbsp; You have to be a good boy."&nbsp; He said, grinding more against Brandon's rear while holding him close.<br><br>Derrik nipped at the boy's ear, his other hand moving to rub at the boy's thigh before whispering more.<br><br>"So...you want to taste daddy...what else?&nbsp; Tell me, boy."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Library Dance Club - Private Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 18:55:24</strong>
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				"Daddy, I've been a good boy, I promise. I talked to Christian for you." Brandon begged in almost a whine. He was accustomed to getting his way. Brandon ALWAYS got his way, either through looks, money, or someone like Christian forcing it for him. This was both confusing and arousing.<br><br>"Daddy, I want you to love me. Make me feel like your boy." Brandon pleaded. "Please daddy, don't make me wait." Brandon pushed back against Derrick with more force, wanting to wedge the jeans covered cock into his underwear covered crack.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Library Dance Club - Private Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 19:09:11</strong>
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				He chuckled again, his deep voice echoing through the small room.&nbsp; "Oh, it'll take more than that.&nbsp; I'll tell you when you've been good, boy."&nbsp; He said gently while gently rutting against the boy's rear.<br><br>"If you want to be my boy, you need to learn patience."&nbsp; Derrik said more firmly.&nbsp; "I'll decide when you're ready."&nbsp; He followed.&nbsp; The young man was trying to fuck himself right through Derrik's jeans, but the man was prepared for that.&nbsp; He held him up a bit, preventing Brandon from rubbing too hard.<br><br>"Hmm...you seem to not be getting the idea."&nbsp; The man said before suddenly standing with the boy in his grasp.&nbsp; He pushed him firmly toward the wall until he pressed Brandon right against it.<br><br>"Press your hands against the wall, stick your ass out.&nbsp; If you want to be my boy, you'll learn patience.&nbsp; No arguing.&nbsp; Only 'yes, daddy' or 'no, daddy' right now."&nbsp; Derrik said, hearing a whine of frustration from the boy.&nbsp; Brandon was clearly not used to this.&nbsp; Probably got everything his rich little ass desired.&nbsp; Not now though.<br><br>Once he was positioned, Derrik moved up behind him, rubbing his bulge right into the offered ass.&nbsp; "Stay put, don't move."&nbsp; The man ordered while slowly rubbing his clothed dick up and down the boy's crack.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Library Dance Club - Private Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 20:07:26</strong>
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				Brandon held his hands up against the wall. He was completely turned on by the actions of Derrik. He obediently stuck his ass out. "Aagh..." He said as Derrik told him not to move.<br><br>His knees almost buckled as Derrik began to taunt him with his cock. "Ahhhmmm..." Brandon whimpered as his cheek tried to push back more. He tried to remember not to talk, but he wanted so badly to feel relief. His mind wandered to Christian...fuck even the beer delivery guy...anyone to get him off. Brandon looked up at his hand. He wanted to use it to grab his boy cock and for a moment he almost did. <br><br>Just fuck me! His mind screamed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Library Dance Club - Private Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 22:45:41</strong>
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				Derrik was grinning from ear to ear.&nbsp; The teasing was doing a number on the boy, and that was the intended effect.&nbsp; He wanted to turn him on, to bring him to the point of begging and then still not give it to him.&nbsp; He adored the small whimpers he heard, music to his ears.<br><br>He noticed Brandon's fingers grasping at the wall in antsy desire.&nbsp; Did he want to touch the older man...or himself?&nbsp; Either way, it'd get him in deep shit.&nbsp; The boy must have been going wild.&nbsp; Derrik knew how a young male could be...especially in this position...hormones running wild...his body telling him one thing while the man ordered another.<br><br>The older man's hand pressed gently on the blond's lower back, rubbing softly before trailing upward and tracing the boy's spine.&nbsp; He made it all the way to Brandon's head which he firmly pushed forward, his head turning to press his cheek against the wall.&nbsp; Derrik thrust his hips forward, pushing Brandon's hips forward and smashing him fully against the wall as well.<br><br>More whimpers came, the body begging.&nbsp; Derrik's hand remained on the back of Brandon's head, holding it firmly while his other moved to the boy's hip, his index finger toying with the thin strap of the bikini underwear.&nbsp; He continued to slowly grind his groin into the begging ass.&nbsp; The man could hardly wait to sink his cock between those rounded cheeks...the sounds Brandon would make...watching as he buried himself deep inside the boy.&nbsp; He wasn't the biggest in that department, his length above average but not overly so.&nbsp; The most impressive part of that particular area of his body was the girth...easily as thick as a beer bottle.&nbsp; He'd had many turn him down because of it...and it made him chuckle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Library Dance Club - Private Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 22:57:05</strong>
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				Brandon was going into a sex craziness. He could feel the can against his as and wanted it so badly. Why would Derrik just grab him and fuck? Brandon began to pout. Was he doing something wrong? Brandon was doing everything he thought he should to make it work. He was pretty, dressed totally fuckable, he even shook his hips. Brandon was totally cute and by now would have been ravaged by one of his friends. Was there something wrong with Derrik?<br><br>"D...daddy? Why won't you fuck me? Please daddy!" Brandon begged. He broke a rule, but he needed it bad. His cockhead was poking out the top of the bikini briefs he was so hard. "Mmmph..." He whimpered as he pushed his ass out further. He wanted to be filled...NOW!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Library Dance Club - Private Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 23:41:14</strong>
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				His grin broadened.&nbsp; Brandon didn't seem to get it.&nbsp; Calling him daddy was all fine, but he wouldn't just get his way.&nbsp; <br><br>The man narrowed his eyes as the boy begged, and the hand on Brandon's head grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled his head back firmly.&nbsp; Derrik moved in close to the boy's ear, whimpers escaping his mouth at the sudden roughness.&nbsp; "That didn't sound like a 'yes, daddy' to me."&nbsp; He said, his voice a deep but firm monotone.<br><br>"I'll fuck your rich boy pussy when I'm good and ready.&nbsp; Until then, you just stand there and be a good boy."&nbsp; He growled out before grinding against the boy harder.&nbsp; More whimpers came in answer to his words and actions until the man backed off.<br><br>"This is only the beginning, boy.&nbsp; I'll have your ass wrapped around my cock soon enough...but not yet..."&nbsp; He said, rubbing his hard cock through his jeans a bit.<br><br>"Until then...I'll leave you be.&nbsp; Remember this though.&nbsp; You might gain a bit of insight into yourself.&nbsp; I imagine you'll go and release a bit of pressure though..."&nbsp; He said before chuckling.&nbsp; "Figures.&nbsp; Pretty rich boy needs to get off."<br><br>Derrik turned and walked to the door.&nbsp; "You dance pretty well.&nbsp; I can't wait to see you when the club actually opens."&nbsp; He said over his shoulder before opening the door and leaving Brandon on his own.
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