ANGEL: When Angels Cry by CJ Bishop Page B

very long ago…” He glanced at
the bed again and shook his head once more. “It doesn’t
matter.”
    Everything in the man’s demeanor said it did matter,
but Dane didn’t push for details. Max shoved his hands under his
shirt and peeled it up off his head then kissed his chest, hands
caressing his hard torso. Dane’s breath shuddered in his throat and
they went about undressing one another then slid between the
sheets, wrapped up in each other. In no rush, but rather taking
their time kissing and caressing, touching and exploring, they took
turns pleasuring one another with hands and mouth.
    “Oh my god.” Max shuddered when Dane scooted
down between his thighs and began to kiss and lick his stiff
member. He held Dane’s head tensely, lifting up to him, his body
begging for more. “ Yes… ”
    Taking him slowly into his mouth, Dane sucked
gently on his firm cock head, using his tongue to tease and massage
the ultra-sensitive groove on the underside of the crown. Max
jerked and gripped his head tighter.
    “Fuck!” he gasped sharply.
    Dane moaned and took him deeper, sucking,
stroking, working him until the man was writhing on the bed, his
cries echoing off the bedroom walls, fists clutching Dane’s hair
fiercely as his hips lifted and dropped repeatedly, thrusting into
his mouth, breath puffing and panting hard.
    When he pulled off him, Max was trembling. He
released Dane’s hair and gripped the sheets, chest heaving. Dane
smiled as he moved up over the top of him and kissed his lips,
slipping his tongue sensually into his mouth, moaning softly as he
drew out the kiss. Max let go of the sheets and rubbed his hands up
Dane’s back then down over his ass. Their kiss released gently and
Max shuddered hard. “You’re an amazing lover, Dane.”
    “You’re not so bad yourself.” Dane murmured
against his lips and grinned then kissed him again. “Turn over.” He
whispered. “I’ve only just begun.”
     
    ***
     
    “Don’t be nervous.” Ricky smiled. “It’s a
small crowd. Just block them out and let me guide you. I’ll stay
close so you can follow my movements.”
    Angel nodded, his gut tight with tension. He
didn’t like being on stage, but it was kind of a necessity if he
wanted to keep his job as a stripper.
    “We’ll keep it simple.” Ricky was saying.
“It’s not like we’re in some Dance USA contest or anything.” He grinned.
“We’re just out there to tighten the men’s crotches and loosen
their wallets. Trust me, it don’t take much. Most them are already
cock ready when they walk in here.” He squeezed Angel’s shoulder.
“So relax, baby. You’ll do great.”
    “Yeah.” Angel whispered doubtfully. He’d been
on stages plenty of times in the shitty little clubs, but very
little dancing actually took place. This was different. There was
an art to real seduction, and the guys here were artists. Angel
just wasn’t sure he was as well.
    He glanced around as some of the other boys
wished him luck. Dane was nowhere to be found. He’d seen nothing of
the man when he’d come in for work. Why it even mattered, he didn’t
know. The guy wasn’t interested, and it was probably best that he
wasn’t. Angel didn’t need the distraction. He had enough to deal
with at home. He needed to focus, start collecting cash. Otherwise,
Wade would keep bringing in the other men.
    Angel trembled at the recent memory of the
man from last night. His body still ached, but such aches were
something he’d grown accustomed to. He’d had to learn a long time
ago how to push down the pain and keep doing what he did. If he
complained too much, or tried to resist–Wade would beat him. So
he’d created a room in the back of his mind in which he’d lock up
the hurt and pain, and just pretend it wasn’t there.
    “Ready?” Ricky cocked an eyebrow and
grinned.
    “No.” Angel murmured, then smiled.
    Ricky slipped his arm across his shoulder and
walked him towards the rear entrance to the stage.