Rolando was one of twenty dancers in the all male revue at the Hotsy Totsy Club. Seven nights a week the place was jumped to the beat of driving dance music and young naked male flesh. With salary and tips an aggressive dancer could clear three or four hundred dollars in one night from the mostly 40-something females who came to drink, fondle and generally look at swinging cock.
Standing backstage, ready to make his entrance, Rolando ‘The Latin Lover’ waited for the MC to make his introduction.
Rolando had his routine down well. He shook his tight ass, rolled his broad chest and generally flumped his cock every which way he could until he got down to his G-string. If the women had been howling before-and they had-when the tall olive-complexioned man finally stood glistening, tall and pumped only in his G-string, the women went wild for his massive cock and balls.
Jumping off the stage the ‘Latin Lover’ worked the crowd, letting the frenzied females snatch quick feels as he strutted through their grabbing hands and catcalls. A short stocky brunette held out a twenty-dollar bill and slipped it in the waistband of Roland’s G-string as he wagged his covered cock in her face. Another woman, old enough to be his Gram-Gram swatted his ass, another ran up and kissed his chest and gave him a ten.
As he was about to make his way back on stage a middle-aged blonde held up a one hundred dollar bill and waved it high in the air. Zeroing in on the C-note, Rolanda serpentine his way over to her table. The lady smiled up at him, a bright-eyed blonde of probably forty or so he guessed, slipping the bill in his waistband. Rolando smiled, slipped off his G-string and let his big cock unfurl. To screams of “do it, do it” the lady sat forward in her chair and placed the head of Roland’s dick deep in her mouth. The loud music, all this touching and now this woman sucking him expertly, the Latin man simply jettisoned a creamy stream of come down the woman’s throat in a minute as her friends exploded.
When he entered the dressing room the now satiated man wasn’t the least bit surprised to find that several of the other dancers were sitting on chairs with their legs spread wide apart. Women of various shapes, sizes and ages were on their knees sucking the young cocks for all they were worth.
Just another Thursday night at the ‘H.T.’ Rolando snickered to himself. The hooting mixed with the pounding bass speakers, Rolando made his way secretly out of the dressing room ten minutes later, dressed and dried. Spying the action around him, as usual there was more grabbing, sucking and moaning going on in the audience then on the floor, though his two friends Bill and Steve were well into the sucking and spanking of their doubles act (gay men that they were) and the women were loosing what little was left of their minds.
Leaving the club, Rolando yelled goodbye to several friends and headed off to his car. Waiting there was an older woman-mid fifties he guessed-who seemed to be more then a little nervous.
“I wanted to give you his,” she said coming off his driver side door.
She held a hundred out to Rolando and he smiled, stood right up to the lady and undid his pants. ”Oh no, no,” she said, opened her jacket and revealed what probably was the most perfect pair of tits Rolando had ever seen, very big, slightly scooped but not sagging at all. They must have been at least D-cups, with perfect little pointy nipples.
“I just had them done and wanted you to be the first,” the lady said and bade him closer. “For a hundred I want you to suck them until I say stop.”
Just another night at the Hotsy Totsy Rolando thought again and dipped his head to the strawberry-scented cleavage before him.
