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  The Warehouse

  Jason Collins

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Newsletter from Jason

  Weight for Happiness

  Also by Jason Collins

  Copyright © 2017 by Jason Collins

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  Cover Design by Jay Aheer of Simply Defined Art

  1

  Bass pounded through the floor as I peeked through the door into the main area of the bar. Customers were lined up in their seats, waiting for the bartender to serve their drinks. I knew, however, that drinks weren’t the only thing they were waiting for. They had been promised a show by the management at The Warehouse, and I was about to deliver.

  Looking down at my body, I smiled as I realized that the extra time I had put in on the treadmill the day before was obviously paying off. My coworker, Greg, tapped me on the shoulder, calling my attention to his smile and shaking me from my daydream.

  “Stop admiring yourself Nicholas,” he said with a cheeky grin.

  “I’m not admiring myself,” I said, looking back at the patrons waiting at the bar. “I’m just checking to make sure I look good before I head out.”

  “You always look good,” he replied. “But you already knew that.”

  I felt a small bead of sweat roll down my chest, and I glanced down to watch as it carelessly made its way down to the top of my tight white underwear. The other dancers at the bar seemed to prefer more vibrant colors, but I had always been content to stick with the basics. The customers seemed to agree, as I had recently become the most popular dancer.

  As I thought about what the night would hold, I began to feel my soft cock as it slowly hardened. Reaching down, I readjusted myself as I smiled while thinking about how much money I’d probably make. The previous night, I had pulled in almost a thousand dollars dancing, and since tonight was Friday, I knew I’d make more.

  I noticed one of my regulars waiting at the bar, casually sipping his drink and presumably eager for me to put on a show. He had been there just a few nights before, and had generously tipped over one hundred dollars as I danced for him. Since I had moved to New York City two months before, I had learned to embrace my sexuality and control it.

  Looking down, I saw that I was now completely erect and ready to go, my small underwear tenting as the tip peeked out over the elastic. Greg suddenly appeared out of nowhere behind me, whispering in my ear and catching me off-guard.

  “I see you’re all ready to go,” he said, gesturing towards my hard cock. “You’re always hard before you even walk through the doors.”

  “What can I say?” I asked with a cocky smile. “I love my job.”

  “Is that one of your regulars out there?” he asked with a grin.

  “Yep,” I replied, looking back through the doors at the man who was waiting for me.

  “Are you going to let the rest of us make some money tonight?”

  Greg chuckled and turned to walk back toward the other dancers. Even though he teased me for becoming the top earner as of late, I knew that there was no animosity between myself and any of my coworkers. In fact, they had become a family to me, much better than any family I could have dreamed of back home.

  We all took our turns in the spotlight, sometimes dancing for hours on end as the patrons at the bar gazed up in wonder at us. There were several large boxes strategically placed around the bar on which to dance, but my favorite place to do it was directly on the bar itself. The bartenders were always gracious about serving drinks as our feet wiggled and maneuvered around their space, and they were happy to see the extra business – and tips – brought in by our presence.

  One of the dancers behind me called out, “What are you waiting for?”

  I turned to see John and Greg staring at me, smiling and obviously getting a kick out of my half-naked body with my shaft fully erect.

  “Get out there,” John said, pointing me toward the thumping music and eager men. “I’m not going out until you’re finished.”

  “Okay,” I replied with a confident smile. “I’ll go out for an hour, then take a break.”

  “Break a leg,” Greg replied as he and John chuckled.

  Pushing through the doors, I walked into the main area, heading toward the bar and acknowledging the bartender along the way. His name was Allen, and he was my favorite bartender to work with. He was always kind, understanding, and he would occasionally provide free drinks for my regulars, which helped them tip me more.

  Noticing my regular eagerly waiting for me at the bar, I thought I’d head over and put on a show for him first. I didn’t know his name, but I actually preferred it that way, as I didn’t want to get too involved with any of my customers. I only wanted to dance for them – to put on a show, slip out of my mind for a few minutes, and feel the sensation of them touching me.

  If my friends back in Alabama could see me now, I wondered what they’d think. Not that it mattered, as they were all busy slaving away at some crummy job while I earned their monthly salary in one night. I didn’t need anyone’s validation or approval to do what I did, as I was proud of it.

  I had always considered myself to be a sex-positive person, meaning that I had generally positive feelings about sex in general. I loved the feeling of men touching my body, grazing their hands over my skin while I danced for them. I had recently turned twenty-five, and they all appreciated – and lusted over – my young body.

  “Howdy,” Allen said as I approached the bar.

  He was standing near the service area, obviously bored as no one was requesting drinks at the moment.

  “I think they’re all waiting for you,” he said with a smile, flashing his perfect teeth and handsome grin. “I’m glad you’re here, no one’s been ordering drinks yet.”

  “I’ll get them going,” I replied in a cocky tone, knowing that I had what it takes to set the night on fire and get the guys drinking.

  “Sounds good,” he said, reaching out to hold my hand as he helped hoist me up onto the bar. “I see your main regular over there, what’s his name?”

  “No idea,” I replied as I steadied myself on the bar, “and I’d like to keep it that way.”

  “Well, you get him going and I’ll provide the drinks. Once he’s had a few, I’ll give him something on the house.”

  “Why are you so good to me?” I asked, teasing him as I readied myself to walk over to where most of the guys were.

  I knew Allen had a crush on me; he had stated so plainly since I had started working there. At first, I assumed that he would be attracted to all the dancers, but I quickly learned that he only had eyes for me. He could have easily been a dancer himself, but my guess was that he preferred to stay on the other side of the bar, slinging drinks and chatting with people instead of shoving his cock in their face.

  He took a deep breath and finally answered, “Because you’re my favorite.”

  Turning to face my regular, I walked directly over to him, taking special care to step over everyone’s drinks and not knock them over. I always made it a point to wear sneakers while
I worked on the bar, as they were the most comfortable option in this line of work. He grinned as I approached, and moved his lips as if to say something, but I leaned down and placed my finger over his mouth to silence him.

  “Just watch,” I said, placing my cock directly in his face.

  It was still covered by my underwear, but I knew that it wouldn’t be for long. The bar owner had a lax policy on nudity and sex in the bar. Of course, it was technically against the law for any of my clients to pay me money in return for sex, but I didn’t view it that way at all. The money was for dancing for them, the sex was for my own pleasure.

  Of course, I knew there were people who would probably frown on my attitude about sex. I had experienced plenty of close-minded folks back home in Alabama, so it was nothing new to me. Still, I knew what I liked and I wasn’t afraid of it. After spending my teenaged years in a conservative town, I knew that New York was the place where I’d be able to finally break free and explore my desires.

  Some of the other dancers obviously had their reservations about working in this field, but it had never bothered me. I couldn’t understand how they did it night after night without loving it. Personally, I loved making large sums of money while getting my rocks off, but some of the other dancers didn’t feel the same way. They were robotic in their movements, while I took great pleasure in mine.

  My regular gazed up at my package as I leaned down and placed it directly in his face. From the time it had taken me to walk from the back room to the bar, my cock had begun to rest, but it was eager to wake up again. I heard Allen behind me placing a new drink in front of my regular, and he eagerly took a sip.

  He was finally beginning to feel comfortable with watching me dance. I didn’t know much about him, but judging from looks alone, I gathered that he was a conservative person who probably welcomed my dancing as a release from whatever he was dealing with in his personal life.

  I didn’t ask any questions, and most of my clients preferred it that way. He reached down into his pocket and pulled out a twenty-dollar bill. Lifting his hand up, he gently pulled down at the waistband of my underwear, placing the twenty perfectly in position as his fingers casually grazed over my clothed cock.

  I watched as his eyes lit up, obviously thrilled at the sensation of touching me. Instantly, I was hard as a rock again as I allowed it to dangle in front of him. His mouth opened slightly, and I could see that he wanted to say something, but I placed my finger over his lips again to stop him.

  “Is this what you’ve been waiting for?” I asked, changing my smile into a more serious expression as I leaned over and brought my dick just inches from his face.

  He eagerly nodded his head and stared at my cock as it bounced around in my underwear while I danced before him. The other patrons at the bar were all watching me, but they knew it wasn’t their turn yet. They waited patiently until they’d have their chance to get a closer look.

  Smiling down at him, I knew I had him in the palm of my hands. It was a strange sort of power to hold over a man, knowing that he’d do anything just to touch you. I didn’t consider myself cocky by any means, but I was a young man who understood and appreciated my physical appearance.

  I had always prided myself on staying in perfect shape, doing it just to be healthy, and now it was paying off. Unlike some of the other dancers, I didn’t partake of any drugs or drinking, which allowed me to rise early in the morning and hit the gym. Health and fitness had been a cornerstone of my life, and I wasn’t about to give that up just because I was working in a bar.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said, just loud enough for me to hear.

  Looking back, I saw Allen nodding his head in agreement and smiling as he walked away to serve the other patrons. I glanced over and noticed my coworkers all standing near the door, watching me as I moved my body. Dancing had always been one of my favorite things to do, and I had a natural way of moving my body that they all appreciated.

  Finally, I leaned close enough to him for my cock to touch his lips. It was still covered in the cloth from my underwear, but I knew it wouldn’t be for long. I felt it press against his lips, and I watched as his tongue slipped out and licked the tip of my shaft, which was sticking out of the elastic, oozing a drop of precum. I couldn’t control myself any longer, and I reached to pull the underwear down, revealing my cock in all its glory.

  I didn’t need to brag to anyone about its size; it was what it was. Allen, Greg, and all the other guys who worked at the bar constantly talked about the fact that I had the biggest dick of anyone there, and I knew it was true. There was no need to try to be humble about it, it was simply a fact – a fact that I was proud of.

  My regular’s mouth was wide open and I could see that he wanted all of me inside him. I wasn’t going to argue, as I desperately needed to have my dick sucked. I had made a special point of not jerking off all day, just so I’d be ready for the night. I pressed the tip of it against his lips, pushing them apart and gliding it further into his mouth.

  I heard him moan with ecstasy as the first half of my cock entered his warm, wet mouth. It was always difficult to fit my entire cock in anyone’s mouth, due to its size and girth. Still, that wasn’t going to stop me from trying, and I pushed it as far back as it would go. Hearing a slight choking noise coming from him, I relaxed a little and pulled back.

  The other men at the bar were all watching eagerly now, and some of them had left their stools to line up behind my regular, obviously enjoying the show I was providing. I could see them reaching into their pockets for their wallets, but the only thing I was interested in at the moment was the spectacular blowjob I was receiving.

  I could tell that my regular was someone who was eager to please, as he seamlessly moved his head back and forth, engulfing my cock all the way to my base as he moaned. Grabbing the back of his head, I pulled him down even further, until his nose touched my soft, neatly trimmed curls. I sat on the bar with his face eye-level and made myself comfortable.

  It was almost as if I slipped into a character when I was dancing for them. All the conservative ideals I had been raised with faded away, and I was free to explore every aspect of my sexuality.

  Tonight, I felt like a God as they all watched me. The feeling was powerful; I knew that they were eagerly lining up to take their place to worship me and my body, and I loved it. I made no apologies for what I was or what I liked, and my natural attitude came through to the men who frequented the bar. It was probably the reason I was the most popular dancer; I had no reservations about what I did.

  I felt my regular’s tongue swirl around my cock, and I could feel myself nearing the point of exploding, the tingling feeling beginning at the base of my spine. That’s obviously not what I wanted, so I forced his head away from my shaft so I could conserve myself for the next hour until my break. Don’t get me wrong, I was more than happy to come several times in one night, but it was too early in the evening to allow it to happen now.

  An expression of deep sadness came over his face as I pulled my cock out of his mouth.

  “Please,” he begged, “let me have it just a little while longer.”

  Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out several twenties and placed them on the bar. Behind me, I heard Allen come over and remove the cash, placing it into a jar he kept for me beneath the bar. Not to worry, as I knew I could trust him with the cash. He practically made as much as us dancers, just from serving drinks to the horny men who visited.

  “How bad do you want it?” I asked, looking down at him with an expression of cocky stoicism.

  “Please,” he said, reaching back into his pocket to pull out yet another twenty-dollar bill. “Just another minute.”

  I steadied myself on the bar, planting my ass firmly onto the hard wood, and bracing myself for him to swallow me again. I didn’t want to come too soon, so I forced him to hold back for another moment before finally allowing him to slide his warm mouth over my cock again.

  “Is this what you
’ve been waiting for?” I asked, leaning over so that only he could hear what I was saying. “Is this what you’ve been wanting?”

  “Yes,” he mumbled, although I could barely understand what he was saying as my cock was stuffing his mouth.

  I pulled it out and asked, “What did you say?”

  “Yes,” he replied, desperate for me to put it back in his mouth. “You’re all I think about, all day and all night.”

  “Take it,” I said, shoving it back into his throat quickly.

  The satisfied look in his eyes told me all I needed to know. He liked being used by me. He liked the feeling of having a young, hot, cocky guy before him, hard as a rock and making use of him as nothing more than a warm mouth to pleasure myself.

  During my time working at the bar, I had learned that most of the men there preferred for me to be as cocky as possible. Not that I minded; it was a natural part of my persona when I stepped onto the bar, or onto a stage. I slipped into a character that I had always wanted to explore: a sexually-charged animal who wanted nothing more than to satisfy my most basic of urges.

  I pulled myself back out of his mouth and said, “I don’t want to come yet, I need to make it last.”

  “Please,” he begged, eagerly looking up at me, aching to feel my cock back in his mouth. “Please let me taste it.”

  I leaned down and whispered in his ear, “You want my come?”

  “Yes,” he quickly replied, nodding his head and widening his lust-filled eyes. “Please.”

  “I’ll save it for you,” I said with a cocky smile. “But I don’t want to come yet, I’m going to be dancing all night.”

  “Please let me have it,” he begged.

  “Stick around,” I said in return. “I’ll save it for you.”

  The other men behind him were all staring at my cock. None of them were paying attention to what I was saying, and I was completely fine with that. Looking over at my coworkers, I noticed them waving me over.

  What do they want? I thought, furrowing my brow, and reminding myself that I didn’t like to stop in the middle of a performance.