The Himbo Machine – Chapter Seven

After two days I’d given up all hope.

Ollie pulled over every few hours for gas. Every bathroom break was at a rest stop miles outside nowhere. Maybe we could have managed an escape – but these guys were taking us right to Dr. Robinson. The only question was what to do when we got there.

Eddie was getting frustrated. We slept in the cage as the van rattled over the endless highway. Whenever Ollie needed to sleep, Dallas would take over. The two brainwashed himbos acted like it was a fun road trip, playing music and joking with each other.

I was doing my best to stay calm. I was meditating a lot, something I'd learned from Tyler, back when my life was simpler. Other than that, Eddie and I talked a lot. Nothing strategic – just catching up on the past few months. Letting Eddie know what life at Chez Larkin was like, while he filled me in on school and friends.

It was a weirdly good bonding experience. If you’ve lost touch with a friend, can I suggest getting abducted together?

“Hey bros, we’re just about there,” Ollie said, glancing back at us. He was so confident and in control of the situation... it was hard not to be turned on.

“Where are we?” Eddie asked. The back window just showed us desert and highway.

“Viva Las Vegas boys,” Ollie chuckled. “Welcome to Sin City.”

Ollie pulled the van into a parking lot. I was nervous, the sound of gravel crunching under our wheels as we slowed down.

“Doctor R’s gonna be waitin’ inside,” Ollie said to Dallas. Dallas grinned, eager to see what Robinson would do with us. Interrogate us, I guessed, and then probably wipe our brains. Make us another couple of dumbass muscle zombies. I almost wanted it... but Eddie didn't deserve to be caught up in this. And besides, I might be a himbo again, but I wouldn’t really be me, would I?

Ollie unlocked our cage and pulled us out of the van. Dallas had a solid hand on my shoulder as he guided me, Ollie had Eddie by the arm. I glanced over at Eddie – we silently formed a plan. Wait to get inside, then I’d beat up Dallas while he knocked over Ollie. We should be able to take them. They were programmed to look hot and dance, not win any black belts.

But first... Ollie was punching a code into the door.  It swung open ominously and my gut clenched. In the last moment before we stepped inside, I remembered that I’m more of a lover than a fighter. I only hoped we’d punch our way free.

Dallas pushed me inside. I stumbled and fell on the concrete floor. It took me a second to get my bearings but I managed to jump up and...

The warehouse was empty. Just a concrete floor and off-white walls.

“I don’t get it,”Ollie said dumbly. “This is the spot. He’s s’posed to be here.”

I glanced at Eddie. This was the warehouse in Brooklyn all over again. Maybe something had spooked Robinson... Ollie only came here because he was brainwashed into it. How out-of-date was his programming anyhow?

“Maybe Robinson isn’t here anymore...” Eddie said cautiously.

“No way dude!” Ollie shouted, walking out into the middle of the warehouse and looking at it from another angle. “He wouldn’t just like... leave! There’s gotta be like... a secret door or a basement or something. Dallas, help me look!”

The two himbos started walking around the warehouse, poking their heads into side rooms and pushing bricks like a hidden panel was going to unlock.

“I don’t think he’s here,” I called after them.

“No, he has to be here somewhere!” Ollie protested. He didn’t look happy. To be honest, it looked like he was starting to panic. His instructions were to deliver us to Robinson, and suddenly he had no idea how to do that.

There was a pounding on the door. Ollie’s looked up like a dog that just heard a squirrel. He sprinted, swinging the door open wide.

There was an older man standing there. Boots. Jeans. Cowboy hat. This guy either watched too many westerns or he was from Texas.

“Y’all work for Doc Robinson?” he drawled, confirming my suspicion.

“Yes, I do,” Ollie said, nodding frantically. “Do you know where to find him?”

“I don’t know shit,” the cowboy said, spitting on the floor. “I was hopin’ you’d know somethin’. I been staked out for months,” he said, gesturing to a motorhome at the far end of the parking lot.

“Why?” I asked, stepping past Ollie. Eddie took Ollie by the shoulder and steered him away from the door. I almost felt bad watching Ollie and Dallas lose hope.

“I want him to change back my boy,” the cowboy said. “My son, Ken, he came here for his bachelor party, but he never came home. Couple of his buddies showed up, came back to Texas with some wild story about a mad scientist turnin’ men gay. Impossible, sure, but I tracked my boy down... he’s workin’ at some strip joint. Doesn’t wanna come home to his girl.”

“Do you know which one?” I asked. Maybe Ken could tell us more.

“It’s called... fuck... it’s called Big Dick’s. You sure you can’t do nothin’ for my son?”

“I’m sorry,” I said. “We’re trying to track down Robinson ourselves.”

“Well, here’s my number,” the cowboy said, handing over a business card. “You call me anytime, day or night, you figure anything out.”

“We will sir,” I promised.

I felt sad, listening to the crunch of his boots as he headed back to his camper.

“Okay, here’s what I think happened,” I said, walking over to Eddie. Dallas and Ollie were sitting on the floor like two children in a time out. “I think Robinson got spooked by something and left town. This strip club might be our best lead, so we should go have a look. Ollie, Dallas... are you with us?”

Ollie frowned.

“It’s the best chance to find him, huh boys?” Ollie shrugged, trying to look confident. “I guess we’re going to a strip club. Yeah, so long as we’re looking, I guess we’re allies.”

“Do you have a GPS or anything?” Eddie asked him. “We need to find this place.”

“Better,” Ollie said. He walked us out to the van and grabbed a duffle bag from under the seat. He’d dumped the contents of our gym lockers into it. Our wallets, our phones, everything. Eddie lit up when he saw his pair of jeans.

“Okay,” Eddie said, looking at his phone. “It’s closed until seven, but there’s a motel next door. Let’s get a room and take a shower.”

“Oooh!” Dallas said excitedly. “I’d love to take a shower with you!”

Eddie rolled his eyes and grabbed the van keys. Ollie and Dallas rode in the back this time.

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We hung out at the motel all afternoon, getting a little rest and cleaning ourselves up. Eddie was thrilled to be back in jeans and a t-shirt. My jeans were in the bag too, but I decided to stick to my rugby shorts. Vegas is hot, and I didn’t want to be uncomfortable. At least I changed out of the stringer tank and back into a more traditional one.

Eddie and I napped and watched TV. Ollie and Dallas took a shower together, spent at least an hour to style their hair, and then the rest of their day was making out and playing with each other. I was doing my best to ignore it, but it was seriously turning me on. Thank god for jockstraps.

We were waiting by the door when Big Dick’s opened for business.

“Welcome!” the doorman said, waving us inside. He gave Eddie a curious look. “I guess you’re the chaperone,” he said, glancing at Eddie’s relatively modest clothes.

“Yeah, whatever,” Eddie shrugged. “We’re looking for a guy named Ken.”

“Isn’t everyone?” the doorman chuckled. “He’ll be on in about an hour. In the meantime grab a seat, your server will be by soon.”

Ollie headed straight for a table near the stage. Eddie rolled his eyes again and followed. It wasn’t long before Ollie and Dallas were doing shots. Eddie and I settled for beers. One or two other tables filled up, but this early in the evening it was just us and the dancers.

I tried hard not to stare. Ollie and Dallas were waving dollar bills, and even Eddie was looking interested, but I was determined to be the straight guy here. I wasn’t going to notice their thick cocks, held tight behind their thongs.

Still... staring at their bare bodies and empty gazes, I wanted to give it a try... once I was back on the pills, of course.

“Hey guys, first time here?” a man said, sitting down at our table. He looked like a pretty normal guy – definitely not a himbo.

“Yeah,” Eddie said. “We were hoping to meet Ken.”

“Kenny? Yeah, he’ll be on in a few,” the man said. “My name’s Darren, this is my club. How did you hear about Kenny?”

“We're like... looking for Doctor R!” Dallas said nonchalantly.

Darren’s face turned dark at the mention of his name.

“Yeah, we heard that Kenny might know where to track him down,” I said. “I take it you know him?”

“I know him,” Darren said sullenly. “Fucker screwed me out of sixty thousand bucks. What’s he owe you?”

“Uh... we're here on behalf of his business partner,” Eddie said.

“Wait, really? Can you make himbos?” He looked suddenly interested.

Sorry,” Eddie said with a shrug. “Robinson took off with all our equipment.”

"Damn, that’s too bad,” Darren sighed. “I paid six figures. Robinson was supposed to deliver me five himbo strippers, but he only sent three. Four, if you count Grayson. Sorry to say, I don’t know where he went.”

“Who’s Grayson?” I asked.

“Well...” Darren said, signalling the bar for a beer. “After Jeremy stopped returning my calls, I figured I outta get a refund. So I hired a private detective – Steve Grayson. I sent him out looking for the Doc and he disappeared on me too.”

The bartender came by and set down a beer. Darren took a long sip and a deep breath.

“I figured I was getting scammed a second time, you know? But then after a couple weeks, my cell rang. Blocked number. I figured it'd be a scam or something, but Robinson was on the other end. I’d recognize that voice anywhere. Smarmy, you know?”

“What did he say?” Eddie asked, leaning in. The lights lowered and pounding music started to play again. Ollie and Dallas zoned out, too busy watching the stripper to pay attention.

“He told me to get to the bus depot, there was a bus coming in from Los Angelos and there was a package for me. I was furious with him, but I figured maybe it was my money, so I hustled my ass down there. Believe it or not, Grayson stepped off the bus in nothin’ but a white thong and a spray tan. Doc even tied a giant red bow across his chest.”

“Oh fuck,” Eddie said, glancing at me.

“I guess he did whatever he does... anyhow, now Grayson’s a horny gay gogo boy with a serious taste for rimjobs. I gave him a job, I guess I owed him that much... besides, he makes enough to earn his keep.”

“Can we talk to him?” Eddie asked.

“Not right now,” Darren said, pointing up at the muscular man on stage. “He’s busy doing his set, but he’ll be working all night. Twenty bucks buys you a lap dance, I don’t care how you use the time. I’ll make sure I send him over.”

“Thanks,” I said sarcastically. “That’s generous of you.”

“Pleasure doing business with you boys,” Darren said, standing up and tipping his beer at us. “If you find what you’re looking for, make sure I get what’s mine too, okay?”

I waited for him to walk off before I said “What a putz.”

“Yeah, but he just gave us a good lead,” Eddie said, giving me a wry smile. “I won't say much for his business ethics though.”

“Oh?” I said, raising my eyebrow. "Is there anyone in this whole mess with stellar ethics?”

“Yeah, fair.”

Eddie and I decided that Grayson must have caught up with Robinson somewhere, we just needed to find out where. After a few minutes of discussion, we decided on our typical plan – I would seduce Grayson and find out the details, while Eddie would hang out and watch the strippers.

Eventually Grayson came over.

“Hey guys,” he said in a husky voice. “I heard y’all wanted to meet me.”

Grayson was in his late forties. His body was mature and muscular, no doubt due to Robinson’s machine. His skin was tanned, his abs were taut, and his smile was vapid. Grayson was wearing a pair of terrycloth shorts that left nothing to the imagination. He was obviously hard.

“Yeah,” I said. “I was wondering about a lap dance.”

I paid a twenty and leaned back. Grayson was a professional – he brought his body low over mine, moving fluidly to the music. I could tell he was distracted though – even as he worked his magic on me, he was glancing over at Eddie.

Eddie seemed flustered by the attention. In a way, I was happy about that. I didn’t want Eddie to notice my own hard-on.

“There you go, stud,” Grayson chuckled, giving me a lustful wink. He lifted himself up and turned to Eddie. ‘I don't suppose you’d like to come back to my dressing room for a little alone time,” he asked. “On me.”

Eddie glanced at me. Sure, it wasn't the plan, but it was a plan, and that's all that mattered.

“I'd love to,” Eddie said, following Grayson through a door and down a hallway.

With nothing else to do, I sat back and enjoyed the show. Eddie was gone, so I dropped my guard a little bit and actually let myself watch the strippers. The one on stage was a younger guy, maybe 25 with short blond hair. He was costumed as a cowboy, with high boots and ripped jeans, not to mention the hat.

I grinned. I guess we found Kenny. I couldn't keep my eyes off him, and he paid our table a lot of attention. The three of us were dressed like sluts too, so I guess he felt some kind of kinship.

“Hey,” he said, coming over after his set. "I saw you lookin’ at me up there.” He had a deep drawl, just like his father.

“Fuck yeah,” Dallas cheered. “You're hot as hell!”

“Thanks boys,” Kenny said, sitting backwards on a chair and staring right at me. “You should get up there.”

“Huh?” I said with surprise.

“You should get up there and dance,” Kenny laughed. “Y;all should.”

“What is it amateur night?” I chuckled, making the joke to hide my discomfort.

“Y’all don’t look like amateurs,” he grinned. I knew what I was wearing, just a pair of rugby shorts and a tanktop... but for the first time in a while, I felt half naked. “You look like maybe we got some friends in common.”

“So, uh... how did you get into stripping?” I asked nervously.

Kenny laughed out loud, grinning at the memory.

“I was in town... just visitin’ actually, for my bachelor party. Real wild night, right? Me and three buddies, hitting up every bar we could find, checking out the nightlife, hittin’ on girls... can you believe that? Like, I was supposed to get married to some chick, and there I was, hittin' on other ladies just to celebrate it.”

“So what happened?” I asked. “Dr. Robinson saw you at some bar, decided to add you to his collection?”

“Hah, I knew you know him!” Kenny grinned happily. “Nah, nothin’ like that. Just four drunk dudes got into a limo, and Rod over there... he was the driver.” Kenny gestured to a young black man who was giving a lap dance nearby. Rod grinned and waved at us, then he turned his attention back to the businessman he was pleasuring.

“Was Rod...?”

“Already a himbo? Yes sir!” Kenny laughed. "And next thing y’all know, I’m in the docs lab, strapped up to some machine. Zach and me, we ended up as a couple a sluts, so the docs brought us here. Perfect like, right? All the dick you want, and you ain't gotta worry about shit."

“And the other two?”

“I dunno,” Kenny shrugged. "Doc kept playing with the settings. Me and Zach, we're ready to party, but Dan and Jay fell in love. I think they went back to Texas, tell y'all the truth. My Dad came by a few months back... I guess they told him where I went.”

“Yeah,” I said. “We met your Dad. He’s still looking for the doctor. Hoping to cure you.”

“Boy, I don’t need to be cured,” Kenny laughed. “Too bad he didn’t find him... we coulda done a father and son act. Now what about you... you ready to party?”

He was looking right at me. Ollie was giving me an eager look, like he thought I was gonna jump on Kenny’s cock right there.

“Hey, um... I don’t mean to give you the wrong impression,” I protested. “I’m uh... I’m straight.”

I glanced over at Ollie, willing him to keep his mouth shut. It had been almost three days since I’d begged for his cock... the himbo pills had to have worn off by now. Ollie just smirked at me.

“Huh,” Kenny said, glancing at my bulging shorts. “You don’t dress straight.”

“Yeah, well...”

“And you do't act straight,” Kenny continued on. “I mean... I saw how you were staring at my cock... straight boys don’t stare like that...”

“Look, maybe you should –“

“But hey, you don't gotta be gay,” Kenny said, bulldozing over me. “It's not gay if you just wanna dance, right? C’mon boy, I got a private little room in the back... a little stage... a little pole... don’t you wanna try dancing?”

“Oh can we!” Dallas said excitedly. Finally, something he understood.

“Yeah, c’mon Grant, don’t be a spoilsport,” Ollie said, giving me a playful punch in the arm. “Let’s have some fun!”

They were all looking at me.

“Eddie’s gonna wonder where we went...” I protested weakly.

“Oh relax,” Kenny laughed. “Eddie went off with Grayson, right? He's gonna be a while. Grayson’s got a type – uncomfortable gay guys – and he likes to take it slow, so you don't gotta worry about getting found out or whatever. Besides... there's nothing wrong with dancing...”

“Yeah,” Ollie said, practically begging. He might have been pretty smart, but the himbo instincts were all there, and he wanted to party. “C’mon, we just don't tell Eddie about it, okay?”

I sighed and raised my hands in defeat.

“Okay,” I said. "Let's go check it out.”

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Grayson did take quite a while. Eddie told me all about it later.

Some guys get you alone, they slam you against a wall and kiss you. Not Grayson – he walked over to his dressing table, grabbed a pair of glasses, and poured a couple of scotches.

“Here you go,” he said, handing one to Eddie. “Here’s to making new friends.”

The two men clinked their glasses. Grayson gestured toward the couch.

“You’re like... totally hot,” Grayson said, licking him lips as he let his eyes wander over Eddie's frame. “Why do you cover it up with all those clothes?”

“Huh?”

“It’s just like... you’ve got the body,” Grayson said taking a sip. “You’ve got that whole short beefy guy thing going on, and it’s super hot. Why not show off a little?”

“I dunno man," Eddie laughed. “I’m just not that kind of gay.”

“Yeah? You sure hang out with that kinda gay,” Grayson pointed out. “That guy I danced for... and those other two friends of yours... they know how to show off their bodies... they’re good gay boys...”

“Actually, Grant’s straight,” Eddie shrugged. “And the other two are total himbos. All they think about is cock and muscle.”

“So you’ve got a straight buddy who dresses like a total circuit queen... and you’re a gay slut who acts like a straight guy? That's like... totally weird,” Grayson said, finishing off his scotch. He reached for the bottle and poured another, topping up Eddie’s glass at the same time.

“I’m not a gay slut,” Eddie said with annoyance. “I’m a gay guy. Just cause I like dudes, that doesn’t mean I have to act a certain way or like certain things.”

Grayson put down his drink on the coffee table and pulled Eddie in for a kiss.

“I’m a gay guy, not a gay slut!” he said, mocking Eddie’s tone. “Girl, I got some things to teach you.”

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Ollie, Dallas and I followed Kenny down the hallway, eventually ducking behind a thick curtain. We were in a small backroom, something used for private parties. There was a bar along one wall, a couple of tables, and a small stage with a stripper pole on it.

“Me first!” Ollie cheered, running over to spin around the pole clumsily.

“See bro,” Kenny said, nudging me in the ribs. “It’s no big thing.”

Dallas was right behind Ollie, jumping on stage and shaking his ass at an imaginary audience. The two of them were like puppies, excited to play. I wanted to run up there with them, just three happy himbos doing what we do best.

“Get up there and dance,” Kenny encouraged me. “C'mon bro, I know you’re a himbo, just like us. You wouldn’t be dressed like that otherwise!”

I flexed my ass in my rugby shorts. It was so tempting. But I was straight, and straight guys don’t do that.

“These are the only clothes I have,” I said with a shrug. "It's a long story.”

Dallas took a turn at the pole. “C’mon babe,” he said, wrapping one leg around it and leaning back. “You were sitting around all day waiting for this place to open! You got a Walmart and a wallet.... you’re dressed all slutty cuz you wanna be!”

“Yeah!” Ollie insisted, grinding against the air. “A good himbo hates to be overdressed!”

“Get up here bro," Kenny laughed, tugging my hand and leading me towards the stage. “A good himbo only wants to have fun!”

He was pulling me up out of my chair. I probably could have resisted, but what was the point?

He was right. A good himbo only wants to have fun.

But without the pills... I was just a boring straight guy, wasn’t I?

I grabbed the pole and spun.

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While I was spinning on the pole, Eddie and Grayson were still bickering about what it meant to be gay.

“You’re totally wrong," Eddie said, rolling his eyes. “You don’t need to be some party slut to be gay. Look at me – I’m a perfectly normal guy, I just happen to like banging dudes.”

“That's your problem," Grayson countered. “You think you need to be “normal”, like maybe the straight people will accept you if you just pretend like you’re one of them. It's okay babe, we’re not like them, you don't have to pretend.”

“I'm not,” Eddie growled. “All this stuff – the clothes, the hair, the lifestyle... that's not being gay. That's a costume. Wear it if you want, but it’s not the be-all-end-all of queerness. Guys like you always act like it is.”

“Okay, that’s true,” Grayson admitted, holding up his hands in mock defeat. “You're right – it’s a costume, a uniform, a certain version of gay... but it's a version you're into, right?”

“Huh?”

“Please,” Grayson laughed. “You’re travelling the country with three hot himbos, that’s got to be something you're into, right? You’ve gotta love that hot and heavy brainless sex, right?”

“That’s none of –“

“Have you fucked them?” Grayson interrupted. "Any of them?”

“I mean... yeah, I've fucked Grant a few times –“

“The straight one!” Grayson squealed. “So you like the look, you just won’t fuck a gay guy wearing it. Girl... you really have some internalized homophobia, don’t you?”

“That’s not fair,” Eddie glared.

“Do you wanna fuck me?” Grayson asked. “I'm a horny horny himbo, just like Grant. The only difference is I’m actually gay, right? C’mon, I know you want this ass...”

“Look, you’re hot –“ Eddie started.

“Then fuck me,” Grayson said breathily. “Just turn off that stupid brain of yours and fuck me.”

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I was spinning around the stripper pole, having a blast. Once I took my first spin, the second wasn’t so hard. Then the third... soon I was doing inversions and twists, trying to imitate what Kenny had been doing on stage.

“That’s right bro!” Kenny said, cheering me along. “You're a natural!”

I had to admit, it felt good, just playing around and showing off my body. Even before the himbo pills, I’d put a lot of effort in at the gym, though I never really showed it off. Then Sam and Tyler had shown me how good it felt when guys lusted after my body.

But that was done – without the pills I was just my boring straight self. My regular straight self... who got fucked by a lot of guys, who made excuses so I could wear slutty outfits, and who was having a hell of a time pole dancing.

I had a big grin on my face. Whatever was happening to me, I’d figure it out eventually. For right now, I just wanted to dance.

“That’s pole's fuckin’ sweet,” I heard Dallas say to Kenny. “How's yours?”

I glanced over. Dallas was pressed up against Kenny from behind, wrapping his thick arms around Kenny’s chest, sliding his hand down into Kenny’s jeans. Kenny relaxed into it, enjoying the attention.

Ollie watched jealousy for a second before he starting grinding his own bulge against them.

“C’mon Grant,” Ollie called at me. “Dance with us! It feels so good.”

I ignored him and tried another move on the pole.

“C’mon Grant,” Kenny called over at me. "You know you want to.”

“Hey, I told you, I'm straight,” I said, laughing it off. I had to admit... it was hard to resist.

“Yeah, whatever boy,” Kenny moaned. “A good himbo always wants cock.”

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A good himbo always wants cock, and Grayson was begging for Eddie’s.

“You know you want this,” he said. Grayson was up off the couch, shaking his thick ass in Eddie’'s face.

“Yeah...” Eddie said, watching Grayson’s muscular cheeks vibrate and flex under his terrycloth shorts.

“That's right baby,” Grayson said, grinding his hips back. “What’s that you wanna do?”

“I wanna fuck you,” Eddie said, reaching out and grabbing Grayson's ass with both hands.

“Oh?” Grayson said, glancing back with a coy smile. “I’m not too gay for you?”

Eddie responded by tugging down Grayson’s shorts. The stripper kicked them aside, leaving his body totally naked.

“I wanna fuck you,” Eddie repeated, standing up and loosening his belt.

Grayson slammed him against the wall, landing a firm kiss on his lips. He reached down and pulled off Eddie’s belt, dropping it to the side. Then in one quick motion he tugged off Eddie’s t-shirt, exposing the shorter man’s beefy chest.

Eddie kissed back while Grayson unbuttoned his jeans. Grayson got down on his knees in front of Eddie and took off his shoes and socks. Then he grabbed Eddie’s waistband and pulled, Eddie’s jeans dropping easily to the ground.

“You should wear something tighter...” Grayson teased. “I like when I gotta peel them off. And what's this? Boxers, really?”

“Shut up,” Eddie said, grabbing a fistful of Grayson’s hair and jerking his head back. “Shut up, or I won't fuck you.”

“Oh baby, you’re gonna fuck me,” Grayson grinned. He removed Eddie’s boxers without comment, leaving both men standing nude in the dressing room. “Turn around,” Grayson said.

“Uh... I’m a top,” Eddie insisted. “I’m gonna fuck you.”

“You don’t let boys near your ass, huh?” Grayson laughed. “Typical straight boy bullshit.”

“I’m gay,” Eddie said. “But yeah, I'm a gay TOP.”

“Trust me,” Grayson said, grabbing Eddie’s hips and spinning him around. A second later, Grayson buried his face in Eddie’s ass, licking Eddie's hole with enthusiasm.

“Whoa,” Eddie said, his ass being invaded for the first time. “That feels –“

Grayson thrust his tongue in farther.

“Uhhhnf....” Eddie gasped, leaning against the wall. He felt his knees buckle a little.

“Shut up,” Grayson said, squeezing Eddie's cheeks. “Turn your brain off and fuck me.”

He buried his face in Eddie's ass again, giving him a rimjob that seemed to go on forever. Eddie moaned under him, his hard cock pressed up against the wall. Eventually he couldn't handle it any longer.

Grayson found himself bent over the couch. Eddie’s cock was eager and trembling, plunging straight for his hole.

“That’s right baby...” Grayson moaned as Eddie thrust into him. “It feels so good, right? Stop all that thinkin’ and fuck like an animal...”

Eddie grunted, his balls slapping against Grayson’s ass as he fucked hard.

“Fuck yeah...” Grayson moaned.

“Shut up,” Eddie grunted, digging his fingers into Grayson’s traps. “Told you I’m gay.”

“Yeah you are," Grayson moaned, his face mashed into a cushion. “You’re a gay animal, just like me... fuck actin’ straight, this is all you need...”

“Shut up,” Eddie laughed.

“Just say it once babe. Fuck actin’ straight...”

Grayson clenched his ass hard, squeezing Eddie’s cock hard.

“Fuck actin’ straight...” Grayson repeated.

“Yeah...” Eddie gasped.

“Fuck actin’ straight...”

“Fuck acting straight...” Eddie moaned. Grayson pushed his ass back into Eddie's cock, fucking himself on Eddie’s thick rod.

“That's right baby, this is all you need...” Grayson said.

“This is all I need...” Eddie moaned, thrusting harder. He could feel himself building to an orgasm, his balls churning with the need for release.

Cum flooded Grayson's ass, making both of them gasp with pleasure. Grayson’s cock twitched under him, leaving a pool of cum soaking into the couch.

It wasn't the first, and it wouldn't be the last.

Eddie peeled himself off Grayson’s body and collapsed next to him. The two man sat there for a long minute, trying to catch their breath. Finally Grayson looked over at Eddie and gave him a toothy grin.

“You ready to admit it babe?” Grayson said.

“Huh?”

Grayson reached to the side and grabbed a pack of pre-rolls off the table. He struck a match and took a long breath of pot smoke. He blew a stream of it into Eddie’s face.

“You wanna be like us, right?” Grayson said smugly. “Sexy and slutty, right? Stop pretending like you're straight... join the party bitch.”

Eddie held out his hand. Grayson passed the joint over to him

“Yeah..." Eddie moaned. “That felt really good.”

“Then go to San Francisco babe,” Grayson chuckled. "The doc’s all setup there... I bet he'd do you for free. Lemme give you the address.”

Grayson jotted an address onto the matchbook cover and handed it over. The two men passed the joint back and forth for a while.

“It's in the Castro,” Grayson said with a mellow smile. “You’ll love it.”

“Thanks...” Eddie said. Between the joint and the sex, he was ready to melt into the floor. “I should go. Gotta get some sleep.”

“Before you go, take a gift," Grayson demanded, staggering to his feet. He slid open a dresser drawer and pulled out a scrap of fabric. “You wanna be one of us babe, why not start wearing the costume?”

He handed Eddie a shiny purple thong.

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When Eddie and Grayson came out of the back room, they found us all clustered around a table in the front. It was getting late, and the place was getting loud. Darren, the manager, was seated next to Dallas with a big grin on his face.

“Hey, big news,” I shouted, waving Eddie over. “Dallas has decided he’s moving to Vegas, he’s gonna be a dancer here.”

“No way,” Eddie said, giving me a surprised look. He glanced at Darren who nodded smugly.

“If you find Robinson, tell him we're even,” he said. “This guy just did his first set... I don't think he'll have any trouble making me money.”

“Oh, okay... that’s cool!” Eddie said. One less himbo to worry about I guess.

“Y’all get on the road,” Grayson told us, glancing at Kenny. “Don’t you worry, Kenny and I’ll take good care of him.”

“You’re Kenny?” Eddie said, glancing at the stripper in the cowboy costume. “Here,” he said, fishing a business card out of his pocket. “Call your Dad sometime. I know he doesn't understand this... but he’s still your Dad, okay?”

“I sure will,” Kenny said, taking the card and slipping it into his pocket.

“Too bad y’all don’t wanna stay,” Grayson laughed. “Ollie... Grant... Eddie... y’all are super hot. Maybe once you find Doc R you’ll come back this way...”

"I don't think so,” I said. “But thanks!”

“Maybe you’ll change your mind,” he shrugged.

“Yeah!” cheered Kenny. “Or maybe Doc R will change it for you!”

“I think we better go,” Eddie said. “Thanks again,” he said, looking right at Grayson.

Eddie led us out of the strip joint. We walked next door to the motel parking lot and headed for the van.

“You found us a destination?” I asked, speaking too loud for the quiet night.

“San Francisco,” Eddie said. Ollie's eyes lit up.

“Let’s go!” Ollie said.

“For sure,” Eddie laughed. “But uh... Grayson and I smoked a little too much weed tonight. Grant, can you take the wheel?”

Eddie tossed me the keys. Ollie climbed into the back of the van, taking a seat on the gym mats. I set my phone’s GPS to San Francisco and pulled us out of the parking lot.

“Hey... sorry that took so long,” Eddie said. He glanced back towards Ollie. Between the liquor and the news that we'd found Robinson, the himbo had curled up and fallen asleep happily.

“No worries,” I shrugged. I had barely noticed the time.

“I had to convince Grayson that I wanted to become a himbo myself,” Eddie admitted. “Once I did that... boom, he just gave me the address.”

“We should be careful. Might be a trap.”

“I don't think so. He seemed pretty genuine. I’m sorry it took so long man...” Eddie repeated. He was tired and high.

“No worries,” I said again. “I just watched Ollie and Dallas learn to strip. There are worse ways to spend a night.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Eddie agreed sleepily, reaching down below his belt and adjusting himself. I pretended not to notice. He was shifting in his seat uncomfortably, and I wondered just how far he'd had to go with Grayson.

I wouldn't see the thong til later.