The Warehouse

by Jason Collins

  “I guess I’m a little late tonight,” I added, turning to walk back toward the locker room.

  “Are you going to be putting on a show?” he asked, as if I would just stop by The Warehouse for the hell of it.

  “Yes, of course,” I replied, as curtly as possible so he would get the idea that I needed to change.

  “Good,” he replied, looking around nervously and fumbling with his drink. “You’re the one I came to see.”

  “Well,” I said, “there are lots of other dancers here, maybe you should give them a try sometime.”

  “What do you mean?” he asked, his forced smile quickly changing into a frown. “You don’t want to dance for me?”

  I cringed as I thought, I want to dance for everyone here, not just you.

  As I tried to think about the best way to answer his question, I heard someone sneaking up behind me and I turned to see that it was Tony, one of our security guards. They usually didn’t arrive until later in the evening, but I was grateful to see that – unlike me – he had shown up to work early.

  “Hi Nic,” he said with a smile, patting me on my back and calling me by the nickname which I didn’t care for.

  “Hi,” I said, trying to communicate with my body language that I didn’t want to be near Kenneth at the moment.

  As I turned back to tell Kenneth that I needed to get dressed, I realized that he had walked away and positioned himself at the bar. No one was dancing yet, and I knew that Greg was probably waiting for me to arrive.

  “Who’s that?” Tony asked, gesturing toward Kenneth. “Is he a regular?”

  “Not exactly,” I said. “I’ve only seen him once or twice, but he seems to have taken a liking to me.”

  “How could he not?” Tony asked with a cheeky smile, reaching out and rubbing my chin. “With a pretty face like that, you’ve got ‘em lined up around the block.”

  He was teasing me, of course, as we both knew he was as straight as they come. As a matter of fact, he had a wife and a kid at home and they probably thought it was odd that he worked at this kind of place, but the money was too good for him to turn down. It was all cash, and if I had to guess, I’d be willing to bet that he made at least a few hundred per night, if not more.

  “Oh, stop,” I joked in return. “I have to get changed, I’m already late.”

  “Who cares?” he asked. “The owner hardly ever comes around anymore to notice. Besides, even if he did, you’re the top earner here, so I think you’d be fine.”

  “I think Kenneth cares,” I said with a smile, turning to walk back toward the locker room.

  Before I could even push through the door, I heard Greg’s voice coming from the other side, chastising me for being late.

  “Finally,” he said with a dramatic sigh. “Where the hell have you been?”

  “I got caught up,” I replied, not wanting to tell him that it had anything to do with Clint.

  Greg and I had more of a casual friendship, not really the kind of relationship where I felt comfortable confiding secrets in him.

  “Who’s that guy waiting for you?”

  Before I could reply, Greg added, “He seems a little creepy.”

  “Oh?” I asked, wanting to hear his take on it. “How so?”

  “He just came in and sat himself down awkwardly in the corner, asking for you. He didn’t order a drink or anything.”

  “Normally I’d be flattered,” I said with a sigh, “but I have to agree with you on this one.”

  “So, who is he?”

  “His name is Kenneth, and –”

  “Nicholas and Kenneth, sitting in a tree –”

  “Wow,” I said, interrupting his childish song. “Are you finished now?”

  “Are you going to put on a show for him?” he asked, looking me up and down as I lowered my jeans to the floor.

  I heard my belt buckle clink as it hit the floor and I answered, “I’m not really in the mood. I was hoping you and I could put on a show for people to watch. I don’t know if I feel like engaging with anyone one-on-one tonight.”

  “Engaging,” Greg replied sarcastically, as if he was considering the word for the first time ever. “I like that. We’re engagers; we engage with our customers.”

  “Stop it,” I replied. “I’m just not in the mood for it tonight. What do you think?”

  “I’m up for it,” he replied, looking down at my soft cock through my underwear. “Do you think you’ll be up for it?”

  He reached over and casually caressed my dick in the palm of his hand before lowering it down to gently cup my balls. One of the things I liked about Greg was the fact that we could have a standard friendship and not have it be affected by occasionally having sex. He didn’t feel uncomfortable about it, and he didn’t make me feel uncomfortable about it.

  If anything, our friendship had improved because of our occasional fooling around, and I began to question my earlier sentiment that he wasn’t a close friend. Maybe he was exactly the kind of close friend I needed. Besides, we both understood that the sexual part of our chemistry was just for show; just to pay the bills.

  “I’m up for it,” I replied with a cheeky smile, leaning back against my locker as he played with my balls. “I haven’t jerked off all day.”

  “Oh?” he asked, looking down at my now-bulging package. “Not even while thinking about Clint?”

  I opened my eyes and looked Greg directly in his eyes, wondering if he had some magical way of knowing how I had spent my day. I had forced myself not to look at any porn and not to think about sex with Clint, as I wanted to save my pent-up energy for work. The customers could tell when we were truly excited, and they rewarded us with extra tips because of it.

  “No!” I replied, but my defensive tone probably gave me away.

  “You’ve been thinking about him a lot, haven’t you?” he asked, trying to push me to talk about something I had no interested in discussing.

  “Can you stop it, Greg?” I asked. “Let’s just get out there and dance. Where’s Anthony?”

  “He took the night off,” Greg replied as he pulled his hand away from my balls. “So, it’s just you and me.”

  We both turned and walked through the doors, and every man nearby focused on us and watched as we walked. I scanned the room for Kenneth, hoping he had left, but realizing that he hadn’t once I saw him at the bar. I sighed as I realized that he was going to be front and center, and there was nothing I could do about it.

  Allen nodded his head as Greg and I both climbed onto the bar, moving glasses around and shifting them so we could have more room to stand. The bar itself was wide enough for us to dance on, but it could get a little tight if we wanted to do anything more.

  Without speaking, Greg turned around and pulled me in so that I was pressed against his body. The heat from his skin felt good, and I immediately felt myself relax. Looking down, I could see that Kenneth was watching closely, but I was no longer bothered by it. He just wanted to see a show, and I was going to give him exactly that.

  Greg was wearing his usual boxer briefs; he, like me, didn’t like to wear anything too flashy as he felt that it distracted from the performance. Not that either of us ever kept our underwear on for long, as we usually threw them off after a few seconds.

  I felt Greg’s hand slip down and squeeze and stroke my cock through my briefs, teasing and pulling at it until it grew rock hard in a matter of seconds. I heard the lust-filled groans of approval and whimpers from the men below us as they hungrily devoured our muscled bodies gyrating in the flashing lights. Each time a light flew over our skin, it illuminated us as we danced and ground our pelvises together.

  I felt Greg slip his fingers under the elastic waistband, pulling and tugging them down, my hard cock springing free. Instantly, I felt his hand drop down and grab my erect shaft. I groaned at the sudden pleasure of it, before looking down and watching the lusty expressions in each man’s eyes.

  I felt a pair of hands grabbing my leg and I looked
down to see one of Greg’s regular customers seated at the bar, wanting to touch my body in any way he could as we danced. Greg lowered himself to his knees on the bar, positioning himself in front of my cock before opening his mouth wide to allow me to plunge into it.

  I felt the gentle, warm sensation of his tongue as it caressed the tip of my dick, pulling and prodding at it until he had my entire length in his mouth. Grabbing the back of his head, I pushed him all the way down on it, forcing him to press his lips against the base of my shaft.

  Looking down, I saw a few of our regulars touching themselves through the fabric of their pants. We generally didn’t allow people to do that, but I was in a good mood, and I figured it wouldn’t do any harm. Besides, there was a new guy seated at the bar that I had never seen before, and he was hotter than most of our regular customers.

  I saw him stand up and begin to move down toward the end of the bar where we were dancing. As he moved, I could see that the denim of his jeans was stretched over his growing cock, and I knew that our performance was driving him wild. He sat next to Kenneth and gazed up and Greg while he serviced my cock.

  Each one of these men wants me, I thought, allowing my ego to grow.

  Before I could relish the cocky thought, a familiar face flashed through my mind: Clint. I couldn’t help but wish that he was there instead of the other men, gazing up at me and desperately wanting my body the way they did. Trying to push the thought of my mind, I focused on the expert blowjob Greg was giving me.

  He had certainly gotten good at doing it, since the last time he had sucked my cock was a few weeks before.

  Maybe he’s been practicing, I thought with a smile.

  Still, I couldn’t focus on what was happening, and Clint’s face flashed through my mind again, forcing me to think about him and picture him on his knees before me, worshipping my cock the way Greg was. Looking down at Kenneth and the new stranger, I tried to focus on putting on a show for them. I noticed piles of twenty dollar bills, lying around, and I reminded myself that I needed to do my job and make money, but something was missing.

  Looking behind me, I saw Allen standing at the bar, casually waiting for someone else to order another drink. Part of me wanting to step down from the bar and gesture for him to take my place, but I knew it didn’t work that way.

  Clint flashed through my mind again, forcing me to acknowledge the pain I was feeling internally, mixed with the pleasure coming from my cock. Reaching down, I grabbed the back of Greg’s head again and pushed him down even further on my dick.

  I want to finish this up, I thought, even though we had only been at it for a few minutes. I need to take a break.

  I began to pull my hips back and push them forward, thrusting myself into his mouth and forcing him to take me all the way down. He looked up at me with eager eyes, and I knew he wasn’t just faking it for the sake of the customers; he was really enjoying servicing my cock. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend it was Clint doing it, and finally I was able to get myself close.

  “I’m going to come,” I said, aggressively ramming my cock down his throat. “I’m going to come.”

  He quickly pulled me out of his mouth and asked, “Already? We were just getting started.”

  “No!” one of the regulars called out. “Let him finish, we want to see him come.”

  I wanted to give the people what they wanted, but mostly I wanted to hurry up and finish so I could take a break, so I looked down at Greg with a cocky expression and asked, “What? You can’t handle it?”

  “I can handle it,” he replied, eagerly swallowing my dick whole again.

  I pulled back my hips one final time, before pushing forward and exploding inside his mouth. He took the first part of my load down his throat, before quickly pulling back so that everyone else could see the rest of it. I shot the second part of it on his face, much to his delight as he leaned back and reached down to stroke his own cock.

  “Not yet!” the regular shouted. “Don’t come yet, Greg.”

  “Oh?” Greg asked, turning around to face them in a teasing manner. “You want me to save it for you?”

  Without waiting for him to reply, I climbed down off the bar and made my way toward the locker room. I didn’t make it far before I felt someone grab my arm and turn me around. Allen was standing inches away from me with a concerned expression on his face.

  “Is everything okay?” he asked.

  He couldn’t help but look down at my cock which was still dripping with come. I knew he wanted to hold it, to taste it.

  “Everything’s fine,” I lied, turning to walk back toward the locker room.

  As I pushed through the door and walked toward my locker, I knew that everything was not fine. Nothing would be fine until I could see Clint again, and try to get a feel for what he wanted from me. As I closed my eyes and slipped my underwear back on, I silently hoped that Clint wanted more than a training session.

  8

  Tugging at my shirt in front of the mirror, I smiled as I realized that I was finally gaining some of my confidence back. For some reason, I had spent the past two days worrying about my training session with Clint, and feeling nervous over what he might think of me. As I gazed over my perfectly toned body, I realized that I had nothing to worry about. He obviously wanted to see me, and I needed to stop stressing over it.

  I turned around, walked over to the coffee table, and picked up my phone to see that I had a text from Clint. He was ready for me at the gym, and I threw my bag over my shoulder and walked out the front door. Rock Fitness was only a ten-minute walk from my apartment, but I didn’t want to be late.

  Before I could make it any further, I felt my phone vibrating and I looked down to see that I had a text message from Greg. He was asking me if I would be willing to come into The Warehouse and cover his shift for the night, as he was too hung over to dance in front of everyone. Unfortunately for him, I had other plans that I did not want to cancel.

  Ignoring his text, I tossed my phone into my bag and decided to leave it there until I got to the gym. Ten minutes later, I was standing in front of the door, and my nervousness began to creep back into my body.

  Stop it, I thought. He wants to see you, you want to see him; what’s the problem?

  I opened the door, walked up the towering stairs, and saw Clint waiting for me near the front desk. None of his coworkers were around, and I was grateful for that, as they had made me remarkably uncomfortable just a few days before. As I approached him, he offered a casual smile that melted away any remaining insecurities I might have been feeling.

  “Hi,” he said, awkwardly extending his arm to shake my hand as if he didn’t know how else to greet me. “I’m glad you’re here.”

  “Me too,” I said, trying to think of the best way to lead the conversation. “I’ve been wanting to pick up a few tips and tricks for my workouts, and I’ve never learned anything from a professional.”

  “I remember,” he said with a cheeky smile, “you said you wanted to make your butt bigger.”

  I turned and looked at my ass as I smiled and replied, “That’s right.”

  Clint mumbled something under his breath, and I couldn’t quite make out exactly what he was saying, but it sounded like, “Looks good to me.”

  I started to ask him to speak up, but I realized that he probably didn’t intend for me to hear it. Looking over to the far end of the gym, I saw Clint’s coworkers and fellow trainers in various positions, training their clients and paying no attention to us whatsoever.

  Clint noticed me looking at them and said, “They’ll be leaving soon. Marissa and John are working on their last clients, and they’ll be out of here in about five minutes, so we’ll have the gym to ourselves.”

  “Awesome,” I replied, wondering if he had anything else in mind. “I’ve never had a private training session in a private gym.”

  “Well, it’s not exactly private,” he replied, “but it will be tonight.”

  In fact, Rock Fit
ness was known throughout Manhattan as one of the premier, exclusive gyms in the city. Monthly membership fees were sky-high, and they were famous for hosting their fair share of celebrity clients. As a matter of fact, I had been secretly hoping we’d see a famous person working out.

  We walked back toward the free weights, and I noticed that Clint was taking me directly toward the squat rack. No one else was near, and we both began to rack the weights on each side. Clint started to add several forty-five pound plates on his side, and I chuckled as I realized I should tell him that I probably couldn’t squat as much as he could.

  “Clint,” I said, hoping that I wouldn’t come across as weak, “I’m not sure –”

  Before I could finish, I heard a strange voice coming from behind me and I turned to see Marissa and John standing side-by-side, watching the two of us as we racked the weights.

  “Hi,” Marissa said in a teasing voice, as if she was indicating that she knew something was going on. “We just wanted to say goodbye for the night, Clint. What time are you closing up?”

  “I’ll be out of here in about an hour,” he replied, his face turning red. “I have the keys, so I can easily lock up.”

  “Don’t forget,” John said, smiling in the same way that Marissa was. “We don’t want anyone to break in.”

  I got the feeling that both of them were taunting Clint, and I began to wonder if they had been teasing him the entire day.

  “I won’t forget,” he said in a dismissive tone, focusing on the task of racking the weights.

  Marissa and John both smiled at me before turning to walk away. I watched as they walked through the doors with their clients, slamming them shut as they passed through.

  “Are they coming back?” I asked, worrying that Clint might get in trouble for having someone in the gym after-hours.

  “No, why would they come back?”

  “Clint,” I replied, ignoring his question, “I’m not sure I can handle that much weight; why don’t you remove one of those forty-five pound plates?”