Stripped (Sin City Gay Erotic Tales #3)

Before he became “Ian”, he was just a small town country boy waiting for that moment—that once in a lifetime chance to break free of his mundane existence into something more exciting and arousing. His story began one lustful night in a Texas hotel, and continued with a gagalicious encounter in the back of a Las Vegas Strip Club. Take a peek into the early pages of Ian’s Sin City diary to see how it all began. EXCERPT: The lights lowered and I took my seat. I motioned to the waiter, “I need two more of these puppies, put them on the tabby. Brent’s tab!” I shouted. “Gentleman and Hags,” a voice shouted from above, “Put your hands together for Johnny Boy!” The show began with lasers firing from the four corners. A body descended from the heavens sliding down a long gold pole. He slid face first then flipped out onto the stage. He whipped his head back, it was Brent. My mouth flung open as he was barely clothed in his G-string. The tiny piece of cloth could barely contain his cock. He smiled as he sauntered over. His hips gyrated to the music pumping throughout the building. His hands moved down my chest stopping just above my crotch.