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  Tool Shed Book 2

  A.R. Steele

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  Tool Shed Book 2

  Published by A.R. Steele

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  The Tool Shed Series:

  Hard Wood

  Full Frontal

  VIP Room

  Live Fantasies

  Exposed

  Final Act

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  One

  Even from the hall, Owen could hear the guys whooping and hollering. Always boisterous, they were even louder than usual. He pushed open the door to the change room, his curiosity already piqued. Male sweat and testosterone blasted him as he stepped in.

  “Give us the D, man!” Lev yelled, nearly doubled over in laughter.

  “Yeah, Owen! Give us the D!”

  The laughter only grew when Owen stared at them each in turn. Cooper had a big grin on his face as he adjusted his bow tie. Lev and Jesse laughed all the time anyway. Since Ace and Gabriel had gotten together, they generally looked happy too.

  But Elijah, who was normally more cynical, was wearing a little smirk, and Lucas was practically grinning over in his usual corner. The strip club’s owner, Trenton, was the only one with a straight face.

  “What the hell?” Owen asked. “What are you talking about?”

  “He doesn’t know what the D is,” Gabriel snorted. “He must be even straighter than we figured.”

  “You would think he would know what his own is,” Ace said, slinging his arm around him. “Everyone must have to touch their own from time to time.”

  “Owen is so straight that he doesn’t even touch it,” Elijah said. “He hires a chick to do that for him.”

  Owen glanced around the crowded change room again, still lost. He was definitely missing something, and no one was letting him in on the joke.

  “Lay off Owen, guys,” Cooper said, stepping in at last. His tone was more serious as he looked over at Owen. “Trenton just told us we’re going to be switching to full frontal nudity.”

  Whatever Owen had been expecting, it hadn’t been that. He gaped at Cooper. The guy looked back at him, a sympathetic expression on his round face. Owen’s eyes were drawn to the rose tattoo on his bare chest. Even if Owen was straight, he could appreciate the artwork.

  Owen frowned. “Full frontal? Is that even legal?”

  “It is in this state, and yes.” Trenton crossed his arms. “We need to get more girls in here. This will cause a stir, maybe get us some press attention.”

  “Plus, more dick for all of us!” Lev said.

  “Dick for everyone,” Jesse added. “Dick all day and dick all night.”

  The cheering started again, some of the guys drumming on the benches and on the lockers. Lev whipped off his towel, and Owen quickly averted his eyes. Still, he could see the flamboyant little guy waving the towel around out of the corner of his eye. He could avoid seeing the “D,” but he could imagine it swinging around. He shuddered. He didn’t need that mental image.

  “Do we really have to do this?” he asked, covering his eyes. “Not all of us like dick, you know.”

  “You’re the only one who doesn’t,” Jesse said. “This is good news for the rest of us.”

  Owen shook his head. He already stripped down to a thong five nights a week. Showing his junk wasn’t much of a jump from there. Still, that was more than he cared to share with the world.

  And seeing the other guys? All of them? He saw more than enough already… more than any straight guy ever should. He didn’t stare or anything, but it was impossible to avoid seeing a chiseled arm here or a round ass there.

  He kind of wished he’d kept his sexuality a secret. When he came here last February and they asked him what he was into, it never crossed his mind to lie. What were the chances that every other stripper here would be gay or bi? Owen might not have started working here if he’d known in advance.

  Being the only straight guy here got old. He would have fit in a lot better here if he had been more ambiguous about it. He could’ve said he preferred to keep his private life to himself, or something like that. As it stood, the guys teased him constantly. They were always giving him shit about all the customers he supposedly took home.

  Not that he actually did that. Some of the girls who came here weren’t bad-looking, and Owen enjoyed having them look at him. All of the attention got his motor running. Still, he hadn’t hooked up with any of them – despite how persistent some of them were. He needed more of an emotional connection before he would have sex with someone.

  “It’s not about you guys appreciating each other,” Trenton said. “We need the girls to be into this. You guys aren’t just going to take off your clothes and drop them on the floor. Make it suggestive. Seduce them. Get them wanting a taste of your dick.”

  “Oh, they already do,” Elijah said.

  “As long as we’re not supposed to actually give them a taste,” Lev said. “That would go a little beyond my job description.”

  “Of course not,” Trenton said. “Just give them enough to keep them coming back. And get them telling their friends.”

  Owen tuned out as he started to change. Trenton was still going on about the details of their new rule. By now, he knew how to take his clothes off. He was conscious that the guys were still looking at him. Lev and some of the others liked to stare until he yelled at them to stop. He sometimes questioned whether the gay men were hitting on him jokingly or in earnest.

  He kept his back to the room, trying to keep them from seeing his “D” any sooner than they had to. Bad enough that they were all looking at his back and his ass. He had no problem with gay guys, but he preferred for them not to check him out. It just felt weird. They were his buddies, and he absolutely didn’t look at them that way.

  “For tonight, just show everything at the very end of the act,” Trenton said. “You don’t need to do it earlier. We don’t want these girls to get too much of a good thing.”

  “Are you sure that girls want to see actual dick?” Owen said, turning his head just enough to look at Trenton. “I thought they liked the seduction more than the body part.”

  “We’ll see how it goes,” Trenton said. “If they do like it, I’ll have you all stay naked throughout the night. That’s all you need to know.” He walked out, leaving the guys even rowdier in his wake.

  Everyone but Owen appeared to be okay with the rule, and some were downright overjoyed. “Seems to me that most girls I’ve known were more into the rest of the man rather than his dick,” Owen muttered as the others cheered.

  “Maybe they just weren’t into your dick,” Jesse said. “Why don’t you show it to us, O?”

  “Yeah, show us.” Lev jumped behind Owen, standing a little too close to him. “We’ll tell you if there’s anything wrong with it.”

  “There’s nothing wrong with my dick,” Owen said. “Not with my balls, either, before you get any ideas about that.”

  “Come on,” Lev whined. “We’re all going to see it tonight anyway. Why are you so uptight?”

  “Not wanting my bros to check out my package doesn’t make me uptight.”

  Lev pouted at him. “We won’t check it out. We just want to see.”

  Cooper jumped in. “Guys, cut it out.” Owen shot him a glance. He didn’t need anyone to protect him. He was almost annoyed that the “big brother” of the club felt like he needed to big-brother him.

  Either way, Lev didn’t stop what he was doing. “Show us!” He grabbed his own dick in his hand and whipped it around in circles. Owen cringed and loo
ked away, but not before he saw it flopping around. He guessed it was normal-sized.

  He’d never looked too closely at another guy’s dick before. He had seen them in the locker room, but he didn’t make a point of looking at any of them. In fact, he actively tried not to look. A guy might have taken it the wrong way, and what then? Most environments he had been in weren’t exactly like this one. He didn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea of which way he swung. It wouldn’t have been too well-accepted within his high school football team or his college soccer team.

  Stepping forward, Cooper physically pulled Lev away from Owen. “Are you seriously whipping your dick around, dude? Cut that out. Get out there and get onstage.”

  “Fine,” Lev said, pouting more as he stormed away. He didn’t necessarily have to do what Cooper said, but everyone knew it was best to keep Cooper happy. Pissing him off would have roughly the same consequences as pissing Trenton off.

  Cooper pointed at the door. “All of you need to get out there. Get your hustle on. Those girls are waiting for you.”

  While Owen was still halfway through changing, most of the others were ready to go. They filed through the door, still talking rowdily. “Waiting for the D,” Ace said, giving Gabriel’s hand a squeeze as he headed out the door.

  Owen pulled his shirt over his head, pulled on his knee pads, and put his shoes back on again. Once he was done, Cooper approached him. “Sorry about that,” he said. “Those guys don’t always know when to stop.”

  “It’s okay,” Owen said. “I didn’t need you to stand up for me.”

  “I wanted to. Sometimes they listen to me more than to other people.”

  “Yeah, I know,” Owen said. “Like how I listen to you. But I don’t know about this whole dick thing.”

  Cooper spread his hands in a gesture of surrender. “Just try it.”

  “Well, I guess I have to,” Owen said. “You should get out there, too. You sure you’re okay with showing everything?”

  “Sure, why not? I don’t mind.”

  Owen glanced up and down Cooper’s body, wondering for a brief second what was under his clothes. He had seen his coworker in his underwear more times than he could count over the past few months, but one part of him was still a mystery.

  He was closer with Cooper than with most of the others. Cooper had never given him shit for being straight. He was more mature than the other guys. Until now, Owen had definitely never considered what his friend’s junk might look like.

  “I guess I don’t mind, either,” Owen said. “It’s just going to be weird.”

  “Don’t let the guys make it weird for you. It’s about the customers, not about them. What they think doesn’t matter.”

  “You’re right.”

  Cooper went to the door, his eyes lingering on Owen in a strange way. Owen wasn’t sure if Cooper had ever looked at him like that before. Cooper was as gay as any of them, but he was quiet about it. He never participated in the lewd jokes or made Owen feel abnormal for liking girls.

  “See you out there,” Cooper said, turning and heading through the door.

  Owen was going to see his dick tonight.

  “See you,” Owen said to the empty room.

  Two

  Cooper had to wrench his eyes away from Owen before he could turn his steps toward the door. It was always hard to keep from staring at that guy, and tonight was even worse. The anticipation of seeing his dick got Cooper guiltily excited.

  In the main room, Owen was as shameless as any of them. He walked around the club wearing next to nothing every night. He clearly had no problem with showing off his muscular, chiseled body. Tall and handsome, with carefully messy hair, he had a lot of great assets to show off.

  Owen always showed up in impeccable, ironed clothes that fit him perfectly, even though he was just going to take them off. Cooper guessed he wasn’t buying them off the rack. Owen’s broad shoulders, slim waist, and thick thighs were far from the norm. He would have needed to get all his clothes tailored.

  Every night, Owen came into the change room already wearing the thong or G-string that he was going to wear for the night. He was always so careful not to show anything more than that. His modesty was unusual at the club. Cooper couldn’t help but imagine what he was going to look like completely naked.

  Most of the guys found it a little strange to walk around naked in front of other gay men, but they got used to it. They were reasonably chill about the situation. Although there was some sexual tension, Cooper never felt the urge to look at any of them sexually.

  Except for Owen. He was like a forbidden fruit. Cooper shouldn’t have been looking at him, but he did. These days, he looked at him more and more. He couldn’t help himself.

  Cooper walked out to the main room, still thinking about Owen. The guys had taken it way too far, and Owen had been very obviously uncomfortable in there. Cooper needed to get better control of them. Even if this wasn’t like a normal workplace, sexual harassment could still exist here.

  He stood near the back of the room and watched Lev get up on the stage. The DJ, Yorick, tried to hype up the crowd, but there were only a few girls here at this hour. Cooper approved of his choice to play Drake’s Hotline Bling. It set the right mood without trying to force a party atmosphere. The customers could relax and unwind to this kind of music.

  On the stage, Lev grinned as he began to move his body. Cooper could see objectively that he was a hot guy, but he left him completely unaffected. Lev could have been his type. The problem was that Lev was like a little brother to him. Lev was cute, if flamboyant, but he would never tempt Cooper like that. They had been working together for long enough that he felt like they were a real family.

  Working here, Cooper had been turned on by some of the guys at different points. It would have made sense for them to date, since they saw each other all the time. It had certainly worked out for Ace and Gabriel. Those two were ridiculously good together.

  But Cooper took this job seriously. The Tool Shed was more than just a workplace for him. He didn’t shit where he ate. That meant no dating of any coworkers, no matter how attractive they might be.

  Cooper nodded as he surveyed the room around him. This was his domain. Much of the success or failure of this place was because of him. He had been here working alongside Trenton from the start. He had been the first stripper Trenton had hired when the club opened a year ago, and he’d participated in the hiring of many of the others. This was his territory, and he took pride in it.

  Although there should have been more customers in the room, he was otherwise content with what he saw. He made his way around the room, as the other guys were doing. There were more strippers than people to strip for at this point. The girls had their choice of which guys would sit with them or pay attention to them. Cooper strolled around, not worrying too much about whether any would want to talk to him. It would either be him or one of the other guys, and he would be just as content if it was one of the others.

  Cooper watched as Elijah approached two young women, who rejected him. He sneered as he walked over to the wall to stand alone. Jesse tried next and was also turned away. With a shrug, he passed by Cooper. “Figured I’d give it a try.”

  After nodding to him, Cooper caught one girl’s eye. Since they’d sent away the other two, he expected them to do the same to him. He felt the need to make sure every customer was satisfied, so he smiled at her just in case. “Need some company?”

  For some reason, the woman smiled back. “Sure, sit down.”

  Cooper took a seat from where he could see the stage. The women inched their chairs closer to his. “Wow, you look great,” the one with glasses said. “I love your bow tie.”

  “Thank you.”

  The other one leaned in. “You look like one of those… What are they called? Chippendales?”

  “That’s right,” Cooper said. “They inspired my look.” A little trial and error at the start of his stripping career had decided on this uniform
for him. Women went crazy for the bow tie, shirt cuffs, and bare chest.

  “It’s working for you,” the customer said. “You have such awesome muscles, too. How much time do you spend in the gym, like, eight hours a day? Your body is amazing.”

  “Not that much.” Cooper was flattered by the attention. These girls would never appeal to him sexually, but he could still appreciate that they were into him. He liked to be polite and kind to everyone. He was sure his natural charm helped him to be so successful at this gig.

  They kept praising him and stroking his body as he sat there. From time to time he glanced up at Lev on the stage. The girls were watching him, too. Cooper was confident that they were having a good time at this point.

  “Have you ladies been here before?” he asked.

  “A couple times,” the girl with glasses said. “Well, I have. It’s her first time. I told her how it has a better atmosphere than female strip clubs. I went to one with my ex, and it felt all seedy and gross. This place is more about fun.”

  “Oh, definitely,” Cooper said. “It’s great here. We try to provide a very high-class erotic entertainment experience for our customers.”

  “I love how it’s more entertainment than sex,” the girl said. “It’s not all… dirty. It doesn’t even feel like a strip club.”

  On stage, Lev was down to his boxers. Cooper watched him wind around, and he had to admit that the guy did have great abs. He had seen Lev’s act many times before, and he knew that normally he would finish by striking a pose. This time, Lev didn’t do as expected. He hooked his thumbs into each side of his boxers and started to wiggle them off.

  The girls watched, and the one who had been here before put her hand over her mouth. All three of them looked almost hypnotized as Lev stripped off the boxers. He was fully nude aside from his shoes and knee pads.

  “Oh my gosh,” the girl in glasses said. “I’m sorry, Lindsay. I didn’t think they were going to actually do that. This is new.”

  She seemed kind of panicked, which surprised Cooper.

  “It’s okay,” her friend reassured her. “I knew this was a strip club. It’s not that surprising that we would see some dick.”