One of the things Treston loved most about Lyon was his humility. He truly was one of the few fantastic-looking straight men who didn’t know it or use it to his advantage. “You’re a wonderful dancer.”
Then they broke away, did a few more complicated turns they’d rehearsed that week, and the music started to get faster for the second part of the act. This was where the actual stripping began. After they each kicked off their shoes and pulled off their socks, Treston danced over to Lyon and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, taking great care to be sure he didn’t touch him in an inappropriate way. They continued to move their legs to the beat of the music the entire time and the men in the audience went silent and watched each move they made. When Lyon was down to nothing but a black silk thong, he reached forward and he began to undress Treston.
Only he didn’t undress Treston the same way Treston had undressed him. As if he could sense the energy in the audience and the natural chemistry between them, he wrapped his naked legs around Treston’s body, ran his hands up and down Treston’s ass, and even pulled Treston in front of him and made bucking movements. At one point, when Treston was down to nothing but his black silk thong, and Lyon was behind him bucking, he tilted his head and said, “What on Earth are you doing? If you get any closer you’re going to be inside me.”
By that time the men were screaming for more. Lyon held Treston’s waist tighter and said, “They love us. I’m giving them what they want. Look at all the money they’re throwing on the stage. Just trust me. I know what I’m doing.”
Though Treston felt awkward doing this with his best friend, a straight married guy no less, he threw his head back and laughed. He felt the energy and chemistry, too. He was having too much fun to complain. And he did know it was all in good fun and there was nothing serious about it. He kissed Lyon on the cheek and said, “You’re the boss.”
Lyon gave his ass a gentle slap and he said, “Just follow my next move and jump into my arms, buddy.” Then he shoved Treston forward, turned him around, and pulled him back again so Treston could jump into his arms and wrap his legs around his waist. Even though they hadn’t rehearsed this part, Treston followed his moves and wound up in his arms.
By the time the second part of the act was over, the front of the stage was stippled with loose cash. When the lights went down and two spotlights focused on the platform, a few men in the front row who must have seen Treston’s show before started shouting, “Ping-pong,” over and over.
Treston and Lyon climbed up on the platform and both reached down for the ping-pong ball shooters at the same time. Treston flung Lyon a quick nod and said, “Are you ready?”
Lyon made a face and said, “Ready as I’ll ever be.”
Treston noticed Lyon must have been practicing at home with the ping-pong ball shooter because when he inserted the clear plastic tube into his anal canal this time, he continued to smile. He didn’t flinch, cringe, or lift an eyebrow. Maybe it was the music. In the past, Treston had always shot the ping-pong balls out of his ass to something like St. Louis Blues. But in order to claim the act as his own, Lyon had decided he wanted to shoot the balls out to The Star Spangled Banner.
Treston didn’t say this aloud, but he wished he’d thought of doing this when he’d been performing the act alone. Because when The Star Spangled Banner began and the ping-pong balls began to soar through the air, a few of the older men actually placed their hands over their hearts and stood at attention. And as if this wasn’t enough, when the part about the rockets’ red glare and the bombs bursting through air played, they pulled the triggers faster and not only got a standing ovation from everyone in the house, but a few men stood at attention and saluted them. From the corner of his eye, Treston saw Chickey saluting while tears streamed down his face. Not many people knew he’d been to Vietnam.
When the show ended and they were backstage changing into their street clothes, Lyon grabbed Treston while they were still in their underwear and hugged him. “Buddy, that was the best show I’ve ever done. I could feel the energy coming from them. It was fucking outrageous, man. I’ve never felt such a high in my life.”
Treston kissed him on the cheek and said, “I told you that you would be wonderful.” He would miss Lyon most of all. They’d said they would keep in touch, but Treston was old enough to know this didn’t happen most of the time. People moved away, moved on, and drifted apart. And Cooper didn’t seem eager to get to know Treston’s friends at the club.
Lyon held Treston closer and rubbed his back. “I couldn’t have done it without you. I want you to have all the tips from tonight’s show.” Chickey always let the guys keep their tips.
Treston shook his head and said, “No. You’re keeping the money and I don’t want a penny. You have a wife and a kid coming soon.”
J.D. was changing in front of the locker directly across from where they were hugging. He was trying to pack his big dick into a skimpy pair of white briefs. He sent them a smirk and said, “Why don’t you two just fuck and get it over with? You’re making me sick to my stomach already.” He sounded sarcastic, but Treston noticed a hint of jealousy in his tone. J.D. had never received so many tips or that kind of applause on his best night, not even with his monster cock.
Treston held Lyon closer and rested his head on his chest. He glanced at J.D. and said, “Get your mind out of the gutter. My friendship with Lyon is one of the most important things in the world to me and neither one of us would ever take advantage of that.”
Lyon’s hand went down. J.D couldn’t see this from where he was getting dressed. At the same time he squeezed Treston’s ass he kissed him on the mouth—with his tongue.
A second later, Treston whispered so no one else could hear him. “What was that all about?”
“Just a show of affection to let you know how much I’m going to miss you. And if I ever do turn gay, I’m coming right after you because you’re the sweetest little guy I’ve ever met. You’re also the hottest little guy I’ve ever met, too.”
Treston felt Lyon’s erection against his thigh and he wasn’t sure how to respond. In all the time they’d been friends, nothing like this had ever happened. They’d joked around a lot but never anything serious. He figured it really was a show of affection, so he reached down slowly so J.D. wouldn’t see and grabbed Lyon’s dick. He laughed and said, “That’s about the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. But you’d better calm down, dude. If anyone else sees this they are going to get the wrong idea. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this hard.”