Saddle Uptown

Theo Dore, that rugged cowboy with muscles honed from ranch life, needs cash fast to save his spread from the bank's greedy jaws. So he's dusting off his old exotic dancer boots and striding back into the neon haze of the club. He slips in quiet, the place still empty, and freezes at the sight across the bar: Ethan Chase, all ambition and sleek lines, working his charms on manager Seb Leblanc for a prime slot under the lights. Ethan drops to his knees, eyes locked on Seb's prize—a thick, bushy cock that he takes deep, lips stretching wide as he swallows it whole. No holding back. He bobs with purpose, tongue swirling, drawing out those low grunts from his boss. Seb's hands tangle in Ethan's hair, guiding the rhythm until he's thrusting, claiming that eager mouth. But Ethan's not done hustling. He bends over the sticky bar top, ass up and ready. Seb doesn't hesitate—bare, raw, he sinks his big dick in deep, pounding with a force that echoes off the empty walls. Skin slaps skin. Ethan moans, pushing back, taking every inch like it's his ticket to the top. Sweat slicks them both, the air thick with musk and need. Seb's close now, hips snapping harder. He pulls out just in time, flipping Ethan around. Cum erupts—hot, fresh ropes that Ethan laps up greedily, swallowing the hung top's load with a satisfied smirk. Theo watches it all from the shadows, heart pounding, his own hunger stirring.