Hot Bouncer by Cheryl Dragon Read Free Book Online

Nash sat back from the food.
    “Your mom must’ve missed you.” Peter scooted closer.
    “No, she left when I was little. Just me and dad. Anyway, he was glad I was gone. After eighteen, I didn’t ask him for a thing ever again.” Nash’s jaw tightened.
    “Have you seen him since you’ve been back?” Peter asked.
    Nash shook his head. “No need.”
    Peter didn’t pry beyond that clear answer. “Why did you leave the Marines?”
    “I’d seen enough of war and the world. The Marines helped me grow up and be a responsible man in just under ten years. I wanted to try civilian life again. On my own terms, no dad rules or Marine rules.”
    “So, you could be a stripper if you wanted.” Peter rested his head on Nash’s shoulder.
    Nash chuckled. “I could but it’s not a dream of mine.”
    “I know, but a little extra money and getting a taste of freedom are two reasons to try it. Prove you can go a little wild and stay in control.” Peter tugged Nash’s shirt off.
    “Stop it. I can’t dance, and I’m not going to take classes from you,” Nash replied.
    “I don’t need students. I’ve got plenty. Wannabe dancers and performers of every kind. I’ve got a good business. Someday, I’ll open my own dance studio.” Peter pulled Nash to stand up and steered him to the full-length mirror in Peter’s bedroom.
    “What are you doing?” Nash asked.
    Peter opened Nash’s fly and pushed his pants down. “You’re hot. You don’t even need to dance.”
    “I can’t do the splits.” Nash laughed.
    “You can do chin-ups. Push-ups. Crunches. Run for miles, I’m sure. You don’t get a body like this without working all your muscles.” Peter caressed Nash’s arms and chest.
    “A work out isn’t a performance.” Nash shook his head.
    “I disagree. You can be a very stern drill sergeant and boss around a bunch of dancers. Run them through training. Join in the workout and the crowd will go wild.”
    “You’re kidding. A military, basic-training-style routine? Marines call it drill instructor, by the way.” Nash started to smile.
    “Sure, sorry. But for the show make it generic and what people know. Guys in camo pants and dog tags, whatever props we have. Working out and then running through the crowd. Getting naked on stage. Nothing hotter than a man in and out of uniform. Want to give it a try?” Peter kissed Nash’s shoulder.
    * * * *
    Nash couldn’t take it much longer. Peter’s pretty hands on his hairy and rough body had Nash ready to burst. Grabbing protection and lube from Peter’s nightstand, Nash pushed Peter up to the mirror.
    “What are you doing? Don’t change the subject.” Peter’s cock grew in his pants despite his protests.
    “Take off the clothes.” Nash’s erection left no question about what was coming next. He covered it with latex protection, then squirted lube into his hand.
    Peter yanked off his clothes without further objection and faced Nash.
    “Face the mirror,” Nash said.
    “I want to see you,” Peter protested.
    “I’m taller than you. Try to keep your eyes open.” Nash grabbed Peter and turned him.
    Peter’s hands planted on the door to either side of the mirror. Nash worked the lube in Peter’s rear and watched the expression on his face change. When Nash probed that tight ass, Peter smiled, and Nash could feel the relaxation.
    “Brace yourself,” Nash said.
    “I’m good.” Peter’s palms were flat on the door.
    “We’ll see.” Nash started slow, easing into Peter.
    “Fuck me!” Peter worked himself back.
    Nash wrapped his arms around Peter’s hips and lifted his feet off the ground so Nash could stand up fully.
    “Fuck!” Peter tried to grab the door.
    “Just hold on; you’re fine.” Nash had all the control, and after a few strokes, there were no complaints.
    Peter’s mouth gaped, but the sides still turned up in a slight smile. He tried to rock back, but Nash had him. Once Peter held still, Nash used one arm to support the dancer