It started with his red truck. A month before I had moved into a beautiful duplex on a quiet cul-de-sac. It was perfect for me because I like to sleep late and the neighbors were not very active until later in the morning. Then he moved into the other half of the duplex.

He had a night job and his noisy, rusty menace to the road truck woke me up when he got back home at 5:00 or 6:00 in the morning. I never got a very good look at him but the little bastard appeared young.

I developed a hatred for this guy I had never met. Every day early in the morning his truck woke me up out of a sound sleep and then it was followed by a couple hours of heavy metal music. I knew there would soon be a confrontation. It happened unexpectedly one morning when I was jarred out a very sexy dream. First, I heard the familiar sound of his seeming muffler less truck followed what only can be described as the death groan of his vehicle. This was followed by a string of obscenities from its driver. Then there was a knock at my door. I sleep naked so I stumbled out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans. I opened the door and was standing there. I glared at him and there was a moment of silence as I looked over his shoulder at his truck parked in front of the door. There was a flow of multicolored liquids in the gutter. I could tell the old rust bucket was hemorrhaging oil, antifreeze, and maybe transmission fluid. I will admit there was joy in my heart to watch the truck die.

I felt a little guilty when I looked back into the sad eyes of its owner. He had lost his wheels and his means of getting to work. He looked depressed but he was cute. The young man told me his name was Brad. He said that his cell phone had been turned off for nonpayment. Brad wanted to use my phone to call a tow truck. I gave him the business card of the service I used but I could tell his vehicle was probably not worth repairing. He made the call and then sat on my couch. We chatted as I learned some thing about him.

He told me he was a dancer at Reflections. I had never been there before but knew it by its reputation. It was a bar for gay men featuring nude male dancers.

"You gay Brad?", I asked.

"I'm bi," Brad answered. He asked what my sexual orientation was and I told him I was gay.

"You ever get an erection while you are dancing Brad?"

"Yea it's easy for a 18-year-old to get a hard-on."

"Are you 18 Brad?", I inquired.

"Yes I turned 18 two months ago do you want to see my drivers license?"

"Yes, show me the license you look very young."

I am not entirely sure why I wanted to see his license. Maybe it was just to find out who he was or to see if this handsome young man was old enough to bed. I found Brad did tell the truth. He was legal. The document also told me he had brown hair was 5 foot 10 inches tall and weighed 150 pounds. It did not tell me how large was his cock or if he was a top or bottom.

Then something else totally unexpected happened. Brad started to cry. Tears streamed down his face. At first I was embarrassed for him then I could tell this was an honest out pouring of emotion. I was touched. I put out my arms and embraced him. I hugged him until he calmed down.

"I don't have a way to get to work or the money to get my truck fixed," he told me in despair. "Hell I will drive you to work tomorrow night. I have wanted to visit Reflections and now I have a reason to go."

"What," he replied.

"I want to see if you can dance and to see you naked." Brad smiled, laughed, and then blushed. "Now go back to your apartment and keep the music down so I can sleep. I will see you tonight."

I went back to bed no longer hating the guy next door. I did feel compassion for his situation and I was starting to have a sexual longing for him.

I took Brad out for dinner before driving to Reflections. It was only McDonald's but Brad looked hungry and wolfed down the cheese burgers. We got to the club just before it opened for business. Brad scurried to the back dressing room as I walked to the bar and ordered a drink. A few minutes later, the first dancer offed his jeans and mounted the bar. In minutes he was down to white socks and a pair of tight fitting red nylon briefs. There was only one other customer at the bar so the dancer divided the next twenty minutes between us. The briefs came off about five minutes into the set. The dancer had a larger than average flaccid cock and a very attractive ass. I was beginning to enjoy my evening.

Over an hour later Brad hopped on the bar. He wore a black silk dress shirt and blue gym shorts. He strutted from one end of the bar to the other twice before taking the shorts off. Underneath was a tiny blue G-string. He pulled up the tail of the shirt a few times reveling his round compact butt. He was cute and I was starting to get an urge to see him naked. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and put it on the end of the bar. There was a definite bulge in the G-string but he never took it off. I wondered how long I would have to wait to see his cock. Forty-five minutes later he moved to the back stage for another set. He stripped down to the G-string but still did not expose his penis. I became a little fluctuated. I focused my attention to a little older dancer on the bar who was stroking his manhood. My interest in Brad started to wain.

Another 45 minutes passed when Brad climbed on the bar again. In protest I moved to the back stage. I could see the disappointment in Brad's face but he had promised me a good time and I had yet to see him naked. There was a string of guys working the back bar. One got nude as soon as he took the stage and put on a lively show. At one point he stuck a match up his penis and wrapped two more around his nipple rings. Then he did what I thought was unthinkable. He set fire to all three. It was a spectacular pyrotechnical display but one that could have made a very painful and embarrassing trip to the emergency room.

The next 45 minutes flew by. Brad came back to where I was to perform. I was the only one seated at the back stage and when I got up and went back to the bar Brad was left to dance by himself. Every few minutes I looked back to see what Brad was up to and to see if he ever got an audience. He stripped to the G-string and still no one came to see him. When I looked around at him again, he was naked so I decided to get a closer look. Finally I got to see his cock. It was pretty and larger than average and looked liked it had the potential to be a real grower. Brad danced in front of me and every few minutes, I deposited a dollar bill in his white socks. When he stroked himself, a few times, he got about half hard. His cock now was only inches from my face. When he tea bagged me, I had to fight the urge to lick the tip of his money maker. He saw some people watching him across the room but they never came over to tip him. He pulled on an over sized sweat shirt to cover himself from their view. He moved close to me so I could look up the shirt. Somehow this partial nudity was very exciting. He then sat on the edge of the stage and put his legs on my shoulder. He moved close enough to let his dick slide across my face.

When his set was over, he asked if I wanted a private dance. At this point I was horny and ready. When we got in the back, he was dressed in the shirt and G-string. When he asked if I want to undress him, I immediately said yes. I slowly unbuttoned the shirt and then pulled the G-string down and off. He smiled when I admired his body. He pointed to a small black ring around his eye which I had not noticed.

"I'm a Golden Gloves boxer, I got this last night but I won."

I pulled him close to me and massaged one of his ass cheeks. He enjoyed it. When I stroked his cock he was hard in seconds.

"You know just where to touch me to make me feel good," Brad said.

I told him it comes from a lot of practice and a desire to bring as much pleasure to my partner that I can.

"You know how to touch it, oh that feels great," he repeated. "I have not popped my load in 30 days because I was training for the fight," he went on to say.

I told him I don't know how he had that much will power because he must get hard a lot at work and home. I squeezed his ass, played with his nipples, and stroked his cock until the l5 minute private show was completed.

I stayed at Reflections until they closed and then Brad and I drove home. It was still dark outside but dawn was fast approaching. Neither of us said anything for several miles. I felt his hand on my shoulder.

"Thank you man you're a good guy," Brad said in a soft voice.

He put his hand on top off mine on the steering wheel and then guided it to his lap. Brad had pulled his jeans and briefs to his ankles and was rock hard.

"Stroke me as we drive home you make my cock feel so good."

I did as I was asked taking my hand off his cock only to make few turns.

When we got home, he followed me back inside my apartment. He undressed and stretched out on my bed. He showed me the exact place on his dick that gave him the most pleasure. I played with his balls and the entire cock but paid special attention to that place that turned him on so. His penis was fully erect and so was mine. He spread his legs and I knew it was time to suck that pretty cock of his. I could feel the 30 days of denying himself release about to explode. I stroked him as I was sucking his dick head. He moaned, shook, and then shot a months supply of cum down my throat. I squeezed his shaft a couple of minutes before he was dry. While he was still breathing heavily, I massaged his ass hole. He told me he had a virgin ass which had never been fucked. He told me he trusted me. I started slowly. I moistened my finger with saliva and massaged his opening for a while. He was totally under my spell when I give him the first rim job of his life. After 20 minutes of finger fucking him he said he was ready for my cock. I lay on the bed and let him straddle me so he would have some control. He experienced some discomfort at first but got used to riding my cock like a bull rider. We held each other all night and just before I fell asleep I was wondering where I could buy a good used quiet truck for my someone special.