"You got any Trojan Magnum XLs under the bar there?" Daw Boonchon, the late-night Bayside Bar's small Thai pole dancer, asked.
"Got a big date?" the bar's nighttime manager, Cory Anderson, asked and then chuckled at the pun he'd managed. It was 8:30, the tamer version of the restaurant bar on Beaufort, South Carolina's, line of commercial establishments between the town's main street and the Beaufort River front having closed down and the setup for the 9:30 opening of the late-night gay bar setup in full swing. The cute little dancer and rent-boy was already in just his red silk jockstrap, covered with sequins, costume.
"So he claims," Daw said.
"You got your pole set up to make the 9:30 opening?" Cory asked, as he pulled a couple of gold-foil Trojan Magnum XL packs from under the bar and handed them over. "You'll be back and ready at 9:30, right? I don't see your john anywhere. You're starting early, aren't you?"
"Sure, I'll be back. He's waiting for me. And the pole's in," Daw said, gesturing off to the water side of the club space, where there was a small platform in one far corner for the musicians and another one in the other corner for the dance pole. In the dayside restaurant/bar configuration, there was another table on that platform, without the pole. The timing usually was a good question, as before he'd always had to go off location for his hookups, so there wasn't really enough time to slip one in during the interval between restaurant bar and gay club. This one was just upstairs, on the second of three floors currently close to a total renovation under new ownership. He didn't want to tell Cory that, because Cory hadn't been upstairs yet and wasn't going to be the first one auditioned by the new owner.
"You met the new owner yet?" Cory asked, not having done so himself, and a little antsy about whether this double use of the building would continue and whether he'd still have a job when the renovations were done.
"Yes, just now."
"What do you think of him?"
"Big, black. Beyond that I don't know yet. I'll let you know when I do," Daw said with as much evasion as he could manage, walking off with the Trojan packets in his hand. He actually was elated that he was the first one of the club's two rent-boys to be auditioned by the new owner.
Cory busied himself behind the bar and didn't see that Daw took the stairs behind the bar to the second floor rather than the door across from the bar to the side of the building, where a dining deck overlooking the Beaufort marina had been added replacing the restaurant's original parking lot. Now those coming to the Bayside Bar either by day or night had to find their own parking.
The john was in the bathroom when Daw reached the room, one of two at the thirty-five-foot width front façade of the building. The rooms had recently been finished. Each was thirteen feet wide and eighteen feet deep, quite large enough for their purpose. There were two new bathrooms, one for each room, front to back, between the two rooms. Daw dropped the Trojan packets on the nightstand beside the king bed jutting out in the middle of the room; stripped, folding his clothes and putting them on the straight chair near the window looking out over Bay Street; and stood in front of the tall window overlooking Bay Street. A bottle of lube had already been sitting on the nightstand. There were other condom packets there, but the man had snorted and said he needed Trojan Magnums. The light wasn't on in the room, the room being dimly illuminated by the street lights on Bay Street. There were no curtains on the window.
Daw looked down in the street, where there were few pedestrians this time of night. He didn't really care if passersby saw his slender little berry-brown body, although he would have withdrawn if he thought someone was looking up at him. He leaned forward and pressed his forehead and the palms of his hands into the cool glass. He was a bit nervous--not just at the suggestion of the size of the man who soon would be fucking him but also because he knew this was an audition and that he very much wanted to pass. There weren't many opportunities in Beaufort for a rent-boy like him, even though his Thai origin made him an exotic choice in the South Carolina low country, and he wanted this position, which would be an enhancement on what the club had been before.
The bathroom door opened, the light there was switched off, and Jayden Leggett, tall, big, black, and in full, magnificent erection, entered the room, drying himself off with a towel.
"They did a good job on the bathroom," he said, as he split open a gold-foil Trojan Magnum XL, rolled in on his erection, and lubed up his sheathed cock.
"Yes," Daw answered, not giving a shit whether the bathroom was done well or not, but wanting to be in the conversation. He didn't turn though, waiting for the man, much taller and bigger than he was and chocolate brown to his berry brown, to come up behind him and put his hands on him. He didn't want to do more than glance at the naked black man, being frightened as well as exhilarated by the black mamba-sized snake of a dick the man had on him.
Leggett did come up behind Daw but it was to kneel behind him, to reach around to encase the young Thai's pert little cock in his hand and cause it to engorge as it was stroked, and to bury his face between the young man's butt cheeks. Daw moaned for the man. He'd do so for a john anyway, but this guy was good. He also was the new boss. The moans were a genuine response. He'd been a bit worried by the anticipation of a guy needing a Trojan Magnum, but he was being worked real well. He was opening and he wanted the cock.
The black bull stood, his hand still on Daw's cock, stroking, and, covering the young, smaller figure closely from behind, and let his beefy black hand roam over the young Thai's torso and thighs, making Daw, palms and forehead still pressed to the window glass, whimper and beg for the cock. Leggett's lips went to the hollow of Daw's throat and the Thai rent-boy inclined his head to offer the throat to the man's lips and teeth. The black bull was enormous in what he had running, initially, up the small of Daw's back, but then, crouching down, moved his Trojan-sheathed erection to between Daw's thighs, rubbing on his perineum, dry fucking him. Moaning low, Daw rocked on the hard shaft.
"Fuck me. Put it in. Screw me," Daw whimpered. He knew that was what the men wanted to hear. And this was the man who controlled his job.
Leggett laughed, grasped the small Thai by the waist, and raised his body. Bringing it back down, he positioned his cock head and slowly lowered Daw's channel on the shaft, taking the time needed to penetrate and move up into the small-body channel with the massive shaft. Daw opened his mouth in a not-so-silent scream of full-stretch violation.
It took some time for the mammoth cock to be fully saddled. Daw writhed on the assaulting shaft, but he maintained the connection to the window with the palms of his hands. He turned his head for the scream-suppressing kiss while Leggett bottomed. When they came out of the kiss, he arched his head back into the big black's chest.
"Yes, yes, fuck me good, boss." Daw groaned, as, lifting the much smaller man's feet off the floor, Leggett raised and lowered his channel on the cock. Daw panted hard, his eyes rolling up in his head, every fiber of him concentrating on the impossibly thick and long shaft working him deep. The shaft penetrated deeper, faster as the channel yielded to it. Daw's whimpers and groans subsided into moans and sighs.
After a few minutes of this, Leggett pulled them both away from the window, carried Daw over to the bed without losing purchase of his cock in Daw's hole, laid the young Thai on his back on the bed, grasped his ankles and wishboned his legs, slid inside, and continued fucking him in the missionary position. Daw was able to take him fully now and rolled with the thrusts. They finished with Daw lapped, facing Leggett, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, and Daw arched back, palms on the floor as Leggett pulled him on and off the cock.
Later, when Daw came out of the bathroom following a shower, Leggett was stretched out on the bed, magnificently naked, smoking a cigarette and playing with his mamba-sized cock.
"That was good. You'll do fine," Leggett said.
"Thanks, glad to hear it," Daw said. And he genuinely was thankful and relieved. It had been quite a workout. He could barely walk, and now he had to go downstairs and dance the pole for a couple of hours--and then probably come back up here--he hoped back up here--with a john and give the guy a good time. But he was glad he was still going to have a job dancing the pole and having a place to hook up with johns.
"And if you're satisfied with this room, this can be yours for business," Leggett said. "The house gets 25 percent of your take. I have privileges as the mood hits me. You've shown you can manage me. If that's good with you--"
"That's fine, Mr. Leggett. That's great. Thanks." And it was fine. It was an improvement over his deal with the last owner of this place, who made him take the johns off site and demanded more of the take. This was just great.
Daw dressed, if pulling on his silk jockstrap could be called "dressed," and checked out his face and hair in the mirror above the bureau, as it was just about time for him to climb the pole downstairs, and left the room. After he did, Jayden Leggett finished smoking his cigarette, contemplated his pleasure of how the small Thai had performed for him, the young guy managing to open up to take the Magnum-sized cock. With a groan of his own from what he'd had to do to test the small Thai, Leggett rolled off the bed and then went upstairs to the third floor, which had been made into his own apartment.
