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Based on a true story.  Excerpt from the book called, “Jagger’s Revolution” by Kevin Hunter


THE VEGAS STRIPPER CLUB

Las Vegas is full of beautiful desert nights, warm winds and cold beer. The Steve Miller Band blaring out of his hotel balcony overlooking the bright lights of Sin City. That was Sage. His connection with Jagger’s bloomed with this basic common interest along with their similar temperaments.

Sage is one of those super hot guys that will walk into a room with pompous arrogance and everyone including him knows he’s the shit. Women love him. Men love him. He’s not like Slade although there are certain physical similarities. The black hair, blue eyes and similar build bit. He’s a buff guy, a genuine jock and loves his football Jerseys. He even plays the game once a week and puts up cardboard cut out stands of his favorite players around his apartment.

He’s into and loves women them and has many of them. He has a flavor every week. After he became close to Jagger he had an attraction to frequent the gay clubs and bars. He would have to drag Jagger with him who ironically loves the sports bars, because he can chill without being gawked at, judged or bugged.

It has nothing to do with bisexuality or BI-curious or secretly gay or any of the bullshit labels that gossip mongers sit around in circles analyzing to death so they can justify who they are in hopes of gaining comfort from it. Sage loves the gay bars and clubs for the energy, the freedom, and the confidence that isn’t hidden away the way it is in the frat clubs. He has an Italian background and with that often comes a big cock!

He was dating one of Jagger’s sisters: Jacey, a stripper/dancer. This lasted only a month.

Jagger had worked with Sage a year before, but wasn’t friends with him, and none of the three knew that they were all linked somehow. They were more of a “Hi, hello” in passing, but that was it.

Jagger, now twenty-five, had spent a year becoming a more intelligent being, fixing himself up and loving his complete removal from his relationship with Reed over a year before.

Jacey called Jagger up a week into her dating with Sage, “Do you know who Sage is?”

“No.” Jagger said. He did not remember that a year before he had worked with him.

“Well, he knows you!” She said.

“I don’t know who that is.”

“We were talking the other day and he asked, ‘Wait a minute, do you have a brother named Jagger?’

After her endless description of him, it dawned on him who Sage was. Jagger remembered the image of this hot looking guy who walked with a cool vibe to his step. He thought it bordered pretentious and obnoxious. Sage worked all the girls who swooned and competed for him. He was always hooking up with some girl at a party.

Jagger was repulsed. “Oh okay. I remember him now. You know what, let me tell you something about Sage, he’s so smooth that you guys will be finished before you start. He’s with a different girl every other week.”

A few days passed and Jacey called Jagger up, “Sage wants you to come over for dinner.”
Jagger sighed. He was irritated and had no interest in seeing or talking to Sage. “No.”

“Come on it’ll be fun, Becky is coming afterwards too. You like her. We can throw a little party together.”

“Look, I’m not interested.”

“He wants to see you.”

“Oh brother. What for?”

“Don’t be a jerk.” Jacey kept pressing.
Jagger deliberated, “Fine, what time should I be there?”

Jagger walked into Jacey’s house to go toe to toe with Sage. Sage was hotter than before, buff, strong, muscular and quickly turned shy when Jagger appeared. His eyes dilated over him nervous. Jagger thought it was a different side of Sage he hadn’t seen before. He shook his head and thought, ‘Great he knows about my history. Thanks Jacey.’

Sage found Jagger secretly beautiful, yet ALL male. He was immediately comfortable with him where they both barely had to put any effort in as it was a natural back and forth.

After Jagger and Sage had official get to know you polite chitchat Becky arrived to the house and the real party began.

Becky is voluptuous, sensual, and sexual. She and her longtime boyfriend have porn out all over their apartment. Adult Magazines and DVD’s piled sky-high in every corner. Jagger was her friend for a bit and when he had enough of her he walked away and she conveniently moved into Jacey’s life. Jagger saw it as a lousy attempt to get close to him. Years have passed and both have made their peace with it and neither ever brings it up.

After she arrived, the girls went to smoke on the balcony and Jagger cranked up his Classic Rock music. Fleetwood Mac blared out of the speakers. “No fucking way man! I love this music too!” Sage went to hi-five Jagger. He couldn’t believe he was warming up to him.

Sage shouted, “Come on man let’s do some Vodka shots together.” They went into the kitchen and Sage pulled out the bottle and began pouring.

“1-2-3.” They clinked glasses and shot it.

The good buzz seeped in and they did another one before they got unmanageably crazy.

The girls took a break from their cigarettes to run inside to grab shots as well.

Jagger entertained Sage expounding on juicy mini-plots with his stories. The look in Sage’s eye was one of passion and glimmer. He sat back on the couch not able to keep his eyes off him sitting on the floor near him. He wanted to hear more beautiful words out of his mouth. He was secretly drawn to him in a deep friendship way and couldn’t help but fantasize a bit. If he weren’t into girls he’d be falling in love with him. He knew that much. Why can’t Jagger be a girl? He would marry him on the spot.

The buzz overtook Jagger after several hours and he crawled on the floor in the middle of his story and went to sleep. Sage was dumbfounded, amused and attracted at the same time. He couldn’t help himself.

When he woke up the next morning, he was in his sister’s spare room asleep.
Messages abound on his cell phone.

He called his sister back who was out at the strip club rehearsing and hanging out with her dancing gal pals.

“Wanted to make sure you were okay sleepyhead. Sage was worried and he’s been calling me all morning to check up on you.”

Jagger scratched his forehead, ‘why would Sage give a shit?’

“He wants to see you again. He really likes you. He was saying, ‘damn, your brother is amazing! He has so much personality! I genuinely want to get to know him.’
Jagger was wondering why it sounded like they had been on a date, but said, “I liked him too.”

“Good because he wants to go to Vegas and wants you to come with us. It’ll be the four of us, you, me, Sage and Becky.”

Jagger shook his head, “Oh god. I don’t know. I don’t think so.”

Jacey urged and pleaded and Jagger didn’t budge.

Sage got Jagger’s phone number from Jacey and he began the process of working him. He then also asked for some advice from Jagger’s own buddies. A friend said, “Jagger does this. He can be a rock sometimes, but he’ll go, just keep pressing him. Don’t back down and he’ll come around. He’ll realize your interest in him is solid and it’ll speak volumes of your character.”

Sage didn’t back down. He kept on until the night before they were to drive up, and like clock work Jagger pulled up at Jacey’s place with his bags.

“YES! Man!” Sage laughed excited like a happy kid. He barged out of the apartment and jumped over the stairwell. He jogged up to Jagger and gave him a long lost big tight hug. Jagger chuckled thrown off by the exuberance, but turned on by it too.

In Vegas, Sage taught Jagger how to play blackjack so he could win some serious money. Jagger was becoming hooked by the game. This went on all night until about 3:30 in the morning when all four caught up with each other in the busy casino. They went outside and passed a strip club which made Jacey excited. “Let’s check it out!”

All four of them walked into the dark strip club with the music pounding in their chests. It grew louder as they worked their way in to the place. The stage lights to perfection on a couple of hot looking girls with their tops off. They spun around on poles in their own occupied territory. They were sexy beautiful Angelina Jolie voluptuous girls. Jagger had a growing boner watching their bouncing tits in the patron’s faces.

Sage and Jagger sat in their own little booth big enough for two while Jacey and Becky walked to a booth further away from them. A cocktail waitress named Daisy walked up to Jagger and Sage with a couple of drinks, “Hey boys, how would you like one of these girls to take you in the back alone and give you a private lap dance?”

Sage laughed self-consciously becoming snowed under by all the hot sex, “I don’t know if it’s such a good idea,” his playful and alluring smile that oozed the words I’m going to fuck you good tonight. “Some people might not like that. Some people might get mad.”
“I won’t get mad.” Daisy answered naively, the ringlets in her hair falling clumsily onto her shoulders as she balanced her tray in tact under her hand.

He knew she hadn’t caught on yet, “No, what I mean is you know how a pendulum swings one way and for others it swings another way?” His hand-made gestures from one side to the other moving his sexy body from right to left.

“Oh yeah!” She said believing she understood how having sex works. “We get all kinds of guys in here. Some with dicks that go this way and others that go that way.” She trusted it was the curvature and the direction the cock was pointing and was proud of how it all was coming to her.

“No, that’s not what I meant either. What I mean is if one of these girls takes me back there and dances over me half-naked,” He signaled with both of his hands towards Jagger. “My boyfriend here won’t exactly be happy about it and I don’t want to upset him.”

Jagger raised his eyebrows for a second by what came out of Sage’s mouth quickly agreeing with the charade. He fell into character and leaned towards Sage and nodding up at the woman. “Yeah, I won’t like that. Don’t do it Sage.” He played along.

“Oh!” she nodded obsessively with her thousand silver bracelets around her wrist shaking and clanking together in a beautiful orchestration. “I get it. Hey, you know I totally understand that! I love it! I’m from Texas and my cousin who lives there is gay. He’s one of the greatest guys I know. He’s one of my best friends.”

“Yeah, so you can understand why it wouldn’t be a good idea.” Sage paused drawing up a polished smile, “But what we would like to do is, do you see those two girls down there chatting in the dark?” He pointed to Jacey and Becky in the distance watching the girls dancing and comparing notes. “The girl on the left with the dark hair, her name is Becky and she would love a dance. I’m going to give you some money here.” He pulled bills out of his wallet. “You send her over the best dancer you have.”

“You got it!” Daisy said. Her fervent spirit shouted to the eons of energy as she walked on down in huge red hooker pumps to the girls.

Sage and Jagger burst out in silent open mouth laughter clasping their hands together in a harmonious hi-five like two naughty sixteen-year-old boys who got away with vandalizing some property. Sage gripped and held onto Jagger’s hand affectionately for seconds longer than what would’ve been conceived as some as crossing the line and swiftly entering an aura of silent infatuation.

They looked on towards the girl’s direction with great eager intent. They could see them all in the dark on the other end of the club. Becky looked up at Daisy with concern as she spoke, then Becky let out a loud, colorful laugh, “Oh my god!” She brought both her hands to her mouth delirious.

Daisy put her hand out to take Becky to one of the back rooms where it’s dark and her stripper awaited. It’s the place that only the seedy men go, the political judges, young jocks, and psycho accountants who lock themselves up in their dark houses.

Jacey walked over to the bar to strike up a conversation with four of the stripper dancers who waited patiently for an available dance space on the podium in the center of the club.

Sage moved out of the booth and looked over to Jagger, “Come on sweetheart. Let’s go to the bar.” He put his hand out to Jagger insinuating he wanted to hold Jagger’s hand. It was Sage’s flirting opportunity to dance around what is dangerous to him and to experience what’s it’s like to play intimate with another guy, one he trusts and can be close to more than any other. One he is completely comfortable with and knows he would never be judged by nor be obsessed over when it’s done.

Jagger focused on Sage’s hand grabbing it as they showed off by roaming through the dark club to the bar area. They moved in closer next to each other as they walked. Sage took Jagger’s hand and glided it up his arm to feel his big bicep and their friendship enclosed them in a much more real way. “You’re such a man.” Jagger joked with him. Sage smiled wide getting an adrenaline rush. Sage is a real guy, one who is not afraid to be brave even if Jagger knows that it would never happen romantically for them, at least he’s made a new friend.

People looked over and beamed at the two hot dudes together at the bar as if they’ve been a close couple for years and the relationship only continues to get better.

It seemed as if hours had passed when Becky emerged out of the dark distance. She worked her tight leather top, black leather mini skirt and black heels, “Oh my god that was so fucking good!” She fanned herself with her hand trying to bring her down from orgasm. “It was absolutely amazing!”

Jacey stood feet away from her laughing with her newfound Vegas stripper posse.

“I’m so wet below. I need a cigarette.” She reached into her purse and pulled one out. “Her name was Candy and she said she could do things with me that she couldn’t do with the guys. It was fucking amazing!” She took a drag of her cigarette, “She was basically dry fucking me.”

Sage laughed and said, “I’m glad you liked it because Carla here…” He gestured to the smiling tall beauty that stood before the clan, “She’s going to take you to the back and give you another one.”

“Oh my god!” Becky lost it being led away by the hand of Carla, “I’m going to kill you guys.” They went away so Becky could have more sex.

They all stumbled back to the hotel rooms later that night. Jagger took the room that was vacant of the two while the girls and Sage went into the other one.

About ten minutes later, the boy couldn’t wait because there was a knock at Jagger’s door. It was Sage.

Jagger let the door fall open and walked away from it as Sage followed in with gusto, “I’m staying here. Those girls are going to be chatty all night with each other and it will annoy me.”

“Sure come on in, but there’s only one bed.” Jagger turned around to face him and motioned towards the huge King size bed that was placed in the center of the room on purpose.

“That’s okay we can sleep in the same bed.” He was comfortable with his manhood.
You could hear the girls giggling, talking loudly down the hall making their way into Jagger’s room. Jacey said, “Let’s go to the top of the hotel. There’s a pool up there and we want to go swimming.”

“It’s five in the morning I’m going to bed. You guys go ahead.” Jagger climbed into the bed and under the covers.

Sage looked at Jagger and at the girls, then leaped up and jumped onto the bed. “I’m staying here with Jagger.”

Becky looked at Jacey dumbfounded for a split second wondering if Sage meant more. They didn’t need to say anything, because Jagger read it on their face.

Becky thought it was strange that Sage wanted to stay with Jagger instead of with the girl he was dating, Jacey. “Fine, well we’ll see you tomorrow.” She said as they both made their exit.

“It is tomorrow.” Jagger mumbled.

“Nah, who cares about them?” Sage jumped up off the bed and walked over to the door latching it shut in every way imaginable, locking Jagger in the room like a wanted prisoner.

Sage walked back into the room and slipped off his jeans, revealing his muscular and toned legs. He walked to the bathroom and turned the shower on while he talked about the strip club.

The door of the bathroom wasn’t facing Jagger, but he knew it was left open. He heard him climb into the shower. He could hear the sound of the water rushing out and running down Sage’s hard naked body. ‘Fuck. Why is he doing that?’ Jagger tried to wipe the image out of his head, but he wanted to get in there with him. ‘Sage is fucking hot and it’s a waste that he’s into girls.’

Sage stepped out of the shower, put a towel around his waist, and walked out into the room where Jagger was. He did that on purpose. He wanted Jagger to see. He’s such an exhibitionist. He’s getting a rush from it. There was nothing needed out in the room. All he did was come out to open a few of the drawers, and fumble with the TV and remote switching a couple of channels that only revealed how to play black jack and get around the strip.

Sage disappeared out of Jagger’s view back into the bathroom and came out in his black silk boxers.
Oh fuck.
Oh yum.
Shit.

He took quick steps that moved into a run and jumped onto the bed. He stretched out on his side around Jagger.  “Hey.” He said in a lowly, flirtatious voice crawling over the bed and climbing underneath the covers.

Jagger scratched his forehead and looked down trying not to look or he’ll be too aroused, “O-Kay, yeah, hey.”  

Sage brought up a topic of discussion, the whole same-sex thing and how he’s fine with it, and has never done anything with a guy, but that he’s supportive of it and likes Jagger. He said his two lines of support and never dwelled on it again.

He’s amazing in Jagger’s eyes, not because he’s hot or because they’re into each other, but because their personalities and interests are similar. They have the same amount of risk-taking, which is a lot. They’re both ready to leave the casino at the same time.

Sage reached over to switch off the light. Jagger tried his best to not stare at his naked skin, but everything about him was arousing to him. He absorbed the heat off his body like a sponge and wanted his body close.

Sage got comfortable and adjusted to move closer towards Jagger. He talked a little about what they should all do when they wake up and simultaneously took another opportunity to move even more close.
Sage’s arm brushed against Jagger’s back and stayed there.
Jagger’s eyes opened and his back was towards Sage who was nearly spooning him.
Oh, damn.

Jagger jolted a little bit and tried to get comfortable. Sage moved around more to get comfortable which was moving his hand onto Jagger’s side a little with affection. Jagger was thinking hard about other things so as not to grow an erection.
Fuuuck what is he doing?

When Sage noticed that Jagger didn’t jolt or shout with a ‘hey now just what the hell do you think you’re doing?’ He moved his arm around Jagger. It was the first time he ever showed physical affection with another male this drastically before. He was getting a real rush of adrenaline in him.

Minutes passed when Sage chose to initiate another intimate action with Jagger. He wrapped his left leg around Jagger tight like a spider dragging his body up against his solid web. Jagger’s bubble ass was pressed against Sage’s crotch area and pressed against it firm.

Sage moaned softly enjoying the hotness of Jagger’s ass against where his cock was, “Fuck. You gotta be kidding.” He whispered into the back of Jagger’s neck giggling nervously. The heat from his breath and voice warmed every cell of his. Sage couldn’t believe how fucking hot Jagger’s body felt.

Jagger felt Sage’s bulge get fatter and begin to grow significantly. Sage moved his body into Jagger’s slow, hard and strong. It was several smooth pulsating thrusts as he simulating fucking him. His mind wandered and felt near faint of how hot this was making him feel. He expected it a bit, but not to the point of getting light-headed. Jagger could feel his breath move behind his neck. Sage planted his lips against it in a subtle way holding it there.

Sage continued to drive his body into him with his arms and leg wrapped around Jagger. His kisses behind Jagger’s neck and upper back got hotter, longer and more passionate.
Jagger turned his body and head a little slightly towards him and Sage’s lips took all over Jagger’s in a kiss. Their tongues pushed their way into each others mouths and stayed in there longer over each kiss.

Sage’s body found its way onto Jagger’s and this time Jagger’s legs wrapped around Sage’s body while they continued to kiss. Sage explored Jagger’s body with his hands.
Jagger moved his hands up and down the sides of Sage’s body and around onto his back while Sage simulated fucking Jagger and continued their mouth exploration.

Jagger’s hands found their way onto Sage’s boxers. Sage’s erect cock was wet seeping through the boxers. Jagger pulled Sage’s boxers off slowly a little of the way down over to feel his bare ass. Sage moved his body upwards while Jagger continued to kiss him down his neck and all over his chest.

Jagger pulled his boxers clear down to feel his cock out in the open and against his skin. Sage moved his body upwards slowly feeling the sides of his body and slid his cock into Jagger’s mouth with amazing ease. Jagger could feel Sage’s heart pounding rapidly and heard the vibrations of his moan. His cock slid in and out of his mouth tight. Jagger tasted every good bit of him knowing this could very well be the last time.

He sucked him for nearly five minutes when Sage couldn’t contain it anymore. He pulled out of his mouth and his cum ejaculated on Jagger’s chest. He moaned loudly, “Agh! Fuck yeah!” Sage leaned down kissed Jagger and laughed. “Damn it guy. I’m sorry that happened quick.”

Jagger rested his hand on Sage’s shoulder above him, “Never apologize.”
Sage put his arm around Jagger and said, “That was the fucking best!” He paused. “I’ve never been sucked like that by a girl.” He laughed.

Only a guy can truly please another guy because they know how they like it, the same way only a girl understands how she likes it.

“I’m not gay or anything and it would be fine if I was, but there’s something about you that defies that.” Sage went on, “I can’t explain it. You’re amazing. You’re the only guy I’ve ever fantasized about and I couldn’t contain myself. I thought if I’m going to experiment it would have to be with him.” He moved his hands over Jagger’s body and massaged his chest and stomach. He worked his way into his boxers, running his hand down to grab and feel Jagger’s cock. He stroked it slowly trembling at the intensity of what a cock felt like. “You’re fucking sexy. Your personality is not like anyone I’ve ever met. I don’t know what it is, but it fucking turns me on and I’ve never thought that about another guy, ever! I have to keep saying that.” He leaned over, “I want to kiss you more.” Sage tested Jagger’s lips and pushed his tongue sweetly into his mouth moaning at how good it felt.

Although that was the hottest moment for him, Sage and Jacey were at complete odds the rest of the trip arguing with one another. On the way home Sage had enough of Jacey’s bitching and opted to sit in the back seat with Jagger. He leaned his head on Jagger’s shoulder, closed his eyes, and went to sleep. He wasn’t getting along with Jacey anymore. He was over her and now into Jagger. They arrived in L.A. to drop Sage off first. He pulled his bags out of the car and looked up at Jagger, “I’ll call you all right.”
Everyone was quiet. Jagger felt awkward looked down, then into his eyes, and nodded giving a sure that would be fine.

Sage and Jacey didn’t speak after that day, but that was the beginning of Jagger and Sage’s friendship.

Sage wasn’t into guys on a physical level, but he was into sex and found Jagger to be damn good-looking and erotic. He couldn’t stop imagining what it would be like to kiss him and fuck that hot ass of his. He finally got the opportunity to explore it.

There friendship grew tight spending every week together. At the end of the second year of their friendship, Sage announced he had a huge job offer back home in New York City. Jagger didn’t like that everyone kept moving away from him and it made his soul being become harder. Sage made a pact to call him regularly and four times a year they’d visit each other for a weekend. They kept that pact. Eventually Sage got married making Jagger his Best Man.

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Excerpt from the book, Jagger’s Revolution, by Kevin Hunter

~  Kevin Hunter

www.kevin-hunter.com

Empowerment, inspirational and self-help books by Kevin Hunter
are available in paperback and kindle wherever books are sold.


 

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