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Sexuality Gay
Submitted On Jan18/09 Hits 2376 Summary:
Two male strippers become aware of the elemental bond which brings them together.
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Fire And Ice
He had been working here for months, not quite a year, and he felt it was quite liberating. Everything about the club "Equus" felt great to him; he always had a job, he always made good tips, and he always danced with passion; like gasoline had been poured on him and ignited, but with more grace-perhaps like a king casually asking to be doused.
Every movement big, powerful, exhilarating, like the dance of his heart.
The passion was always in him; it had never left through the years. He was as spry and sexy and happy as the day he started work-
Stripping in front of hundreds of horny mares and gay stallions.
"Call me lightning, call me the fire, but don’t touch beauties, unless you wanna get burned, cause I am raging hot-SMOKY, YEAH!" He screams to the audience, waving his hips, bending over to give them a good view of his red thonged butt and sac.
Wave those hips, lift those feet, shake it, shake it, twwwwwiiiiiiiisssstah. Damn, he was not just immolating himself...
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