Strippers VS Religion

"Of course there is--I'm not even naked yet," he said, tossing off his shirt. "It's my job, you know--you wouldn't have me slack off, would you?"

Mars gasped, covering his poor, virgin eyes! It wasn't like he had ever gotten curious and watched porn before, especially not gay porn!

"No!" he exclaimed. "I-I'm not allowed to look at you! It's against my religion!!"

"I'm just shirtless," he teased, giggling. "Why, you could see this in a locker room--at a beach, even. It's nothing wrong, for men to be shirtless around each other."

"...I change in the bathroom and I...I've never been to a beach," he replied awkwardly, suddenly very aware of just how how very, very sheltered he was. "...I-I'm not allowed, really...!"

He thought about peaking, just looking, just a little bit. He had gotten a glimpse, and Priestly had a rather nice body...NO! He couldn't, that was sinful!

"Come on, open your eyes. Even Jesus changed around his male followers, right?"

Mars moved his hands, nervous as ever. He knew he was going to stare, but he couldn't stop himself. He tried to look away, but he always ended up liking at Priestly. He hadn't ever been this close to another man before. Well, except Rhode but Rhode didn't count.

He grinned broadly, arching his back.

"Like what you see, big boy?"

Mars wanted to bury his head into his hands, again. The thought of Priestly's body moving against his own caused him to turn even more red, and he was terrified of his body reacting adversely to such thoughts.

He slid a curious hand underneath Mars's shirt, caressing his pale, smooth skin.

"Go on--you can touch me too. It's alright, we're both blokes."

Mars gasped loudly, embarrassingly so.

"Wh...what do you...?" he tried to ask, but he couldn't seem to make a complete sentence. He wanted to shy away from the touch, but he couldn't. With shaking hands, he reached out to touch Priestly, barely running his fingertips over his chest. Priestly had a much nicer body than he did. Much more defined and perfect feeling. He pressed harder, feeling his abdomen and his chest, but staying far, far away from his hips.

"Go on, move 'em a little lower," he said, guiding Mars's hands. "It's fine."

He wanted to protest, but he figured that since he was already doing it, just a little bit more was okay, right? He couldn't help it, anyway, he was rather enjoying himself. He liked the way Priestly felt, he liked being able to touch another man, to be given the permission to do so, to be told it was alright. Besides, nobody had to know, right? No one could see them, it was fine...

"Wanna try something fun?" he asked, running his hands over Mars's back. "We can always stop, if you don't like it--we're all alone, so no one has to know."

"...something...fun?" he asked, but his mind had already made the connection. If he pretended not to know, if he was surprised at what it was, he could just say no, after they had done...a little bit, perhaps.

"Yes. Close your eyes, if you want." He tugged on his shiny, tight shorts, and began to slip them off.

Mars didn't want to close his eyes, though. He wanted to look at Priestly. However, his embarrassment caused him to look away, as it was. He was having second thoughts, already, but he tried to swallow them down. He tried to convince himself that if he didn't do this, he would never get another change to do something like it, and certainly not with someone so good looking.

"Of course, there's nothing wrong with looking, either--that's why I'm here, sweetie. For your eyes." He slipped off his shorts and tossed them onto the ground, revealing a small black thong.

"You wanna see what's under this?"

Mars glanced over, running a hand through his hair. His hands felt clammy and awkward, and he quickly wiped them on his pants.

"I...Uhm," he tried to say 'yes' or 'no', but all that came out were stuttered mumbles of "uh, uhm, uh, uh, I..."

Taking that as a yes, Priestly stood up, swaying his hips, and slowly slipped off his thong, letting it fall to the floor.

"Like what you see, big boy?" he asked, shaking his hips.

Mars frowned, turning very, very red.

"N-n..." he tried to lie, but he couldn't quite bring himself to. He just stared. "I...I don't..."

He swallowed, wanting to back out of it, despite having gotten so far.

"Undo your belt for me, please?" he asked sweetly.

Without really thinking about it, Mars did as he was told. He undid the buckle, and then unfastened his jeans, though he could feel his hands shaking the entire time.

Was he really going to do this?"

Priestly carefully reached inside his jeans and began stroking him through his underwear.

"There we go...how's that feel?"

He inhaled sharply, immediately clasping a hand over his mouth. To his utter horror, his hands were shaking like mad. Mars bit his lips, cringing.

"I...I..." he tried to say, "I sh...shouldn't..."

He kissed Mars's cheek, leaning close.

"Relax--it's okay, it's okay." He caressed his cheek.