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“I love that movie.” Frank sighed as the credits rolled.
“What are you going to wear?” I asked and he smirked.
“We’re going to raid your wardrobe.” He informed me and I giggled, standing up along with the rest of the guys as we opened the black gloss doors to reveal my large wardrobe selection which has expanded ridiculously since Frankie got here.
“Aha!” Frank said, pulling out a black box from the bottom of the wardrobe and setting it on the floor, pulling off the lid and inspecting the contents.
“Whoa, Gee!” Mikey said, looking shocked at the ridiculously skimpy contents.
“I can honestly say that I’ve never seen them before.” I said, shocked at the selection of kinky bras, corsets, stockings, suspenders, make up and heels.
“Yeah, these were from when I was a dancer.” Frank smiled, looking up at us from his place on the floor.
“What!?” Mikey spat and Frank frowned.
“This is why I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d react like this!” He shrieked defensively.
“What, so you just lied to Gerard; you weren’t a virgin at all were you?” Mikey accused and Frank’s jaw dropped as he stood up, his back flat against the closet as his fists clenched.
“I was a dancer, not a prostitute!” He yelled.
“Well after all the years of stripping down to nothing in a filthy club there must have been some action!” Mikey hollered and I could see Frank fighting back the tears as he began to tremble.
“No, Mikey. I wasn’t a damn stripper, I was just a dancer. Yeah, some of the customers got out of hand sometimes, but if I learnt one thing at all from all the years at church is self-control. Gee was my first, Mikey, and he’ll be my last too.” He said quietly, sliding down the wardrobe and hunching up in a ball.
Mikey’s rage seemed to calm as he knelt down beside Frank; I was pretty much frozen in shock.
“I’m sorry Frankie. I just… I don’t want Gerard to get hurt, you know.” Mikey said, rubbing Frank’s shoulder. “People do things they don’t want to on the streets, I understand that.” Mikey said and Frank sniffled.
“So you don’t mind then?” Frank whispered and Mikey shook his head.
“No, I just wish you’d have told us earlier.” Mikey said, “I don’t care at all that you used to dress up as a transvestite and dance around on stage one bit.” He promised and Frank gave a weak smile.
“Thanks Mikes.” He said, smiling and drying his eyes.
“I think you should bust a move, Frankie!” I suggested, you go and get ready and we’ll wait down here.” I said and Frank smiled.
“Awesome, I haven’t danced in ages.” He smiled, his eyes sparkling as he dug through the box and brought out a stick of metal.
“Can you guys set this up in the centre of the room, please? It’s a retractable pole.” He smirked, grabbing some of the clothes and a red leather make up bag before running into the bathroom.
“Bob, Ray, will you do that?” I asked and they nodded, taking the pole from my hands and extending it, making sure it was sturdy against the floor and ceiling before we sat down on the floor, waiting for Frankie to emerge.
The lights dimmed and the bathroom door ripped open, the light showing the silhouette of a slim figure. The bathroom door closed and the gentle tapping of heels could be heard on the floor before the lights were turned up a bit and the Rocky Horror sound track flicked on the stereo.
In front of me was Frank, looking slender and toned with his knee high black leather high heel boots, black fish net stockings with red and black suspenders and a boned red and black lacy satin corset hugging his breast and curve free torso- the bones of his hips protruded under the material as it finished, leaving a strand of milky white, toned skin just above his women’s panties.. His blood red panties did nothing at all to hide his manly bulge and his hair was tousled sexily over his eyes. White foundation covered his face and his red and black eye makeup made the mischievously green and sparkling eyes smoulder in the most amazing way. Pouting lips greeted me as I examined his face, rose red lipstick carefully applied to the point where his lips looked not too glossy and not too dry…perfectly kissable.
“Hello, boys.” Frank said, leaning on the pole as we all gawped at him. Before me was a sight that should surely be saved for the bedroom, it was too hot to even put on porn, the TV would have an orgasm! He swung himself around the strip of metal and wrapped one of his legs around it, letting his arms and legs fall back as he ground his sharp hip bones into the steel and made his arms dance hypnotically before grabbing the pole with both hands and swinging his hips out and jumping. I’d never seen him act like this, I didn’t think it was possible as he swung and shook his toned body, while I was finding myself wishing that I was the pole he was performing on. He was then in the centre of the pole, his arms and legs wrapped round it as he pouted, stroking his arms up and down the metal as he twirled around it, making his legs hold his body weight as he mewled. He leant back, sticking his legs out and letting his arms drop down as he bent his back into a perfect arch, running his hands over his body as he shimmied his shoulders, bending further and further until he was upside down. Small, calloused hands grabbed the pole beneath him and he kicked his legs over his head, dropping to the floor and strutting over to me. High pitched and teasing moans escaped his full lips as his hands ran over his whole body. I swear I heard moans and grunts from the guys too as he worked himself for everything he had.
“You’re so pretty, oh so pretty.” He whispered in my ear as he straddled my lap, singing along to time warp as he thrust erratically into me, running his hands through his hair as he threw his head back in what seemed to be pure and honest ecstasy, crawling off me and over to the nervous wreck of Ray. He gnawed on his neck, making a hickey and Ray release a sharp gasp, almost a hiss in pain before he stood and smirked sexily (sexy smirks seem to be an important tool of trade in a dancers work), walking over to my brother and pushing his heeled boots against my siblings shoulder, pushing him back to the hard floor before sitting on his thighs, trailing his hands up and down Mikey’s bony body and singing hushed words into his ear as he toyed with him, soon getting bored and getting off and strutting over to Bob who had a look of horror and amusement struck across his face. Frank merely scratched Bob’s head, ruffling his hair and swaying his hips to the music before returning to the pole.
He danced around it, bending and twisting in directions that I didn’t even know were possible for the human body bend into. Sharp hip bones snapped and whipped around and against the steel, legs swinging and arms trailing as he motioned words with his tongue and bit the metal, his how saliva leaving trails of wetness. He used his body like an actor does a prop, it was completely at his disposal as he shimmied and slid around twirling and throwing his head back, his toes pointed and fingers splayed as he giggled his high pitched giggle.
A sultry smile graced his face as he threw himself to the top of the pole, gripping the top with his hands and spreading his legs into the splits so one leg was directly in front of him and the other behind as he spun round the pole and landed in that position on the floor, his arms still raised and gripping the metal above his head as the sound track finished and the dance was over. I had no idea that boy could be so hot.
“Wow.” Mikey squeaked from beside me and I nodded in agreement, completely awe struck.
“Boy’s I just forgot my- OH MY GOD!” My mother screamed and ran straight out of the room as Frank squeaked and got up, his eyes wide and his jaw slack in fear.
“Mom! Wait!” I yelled and got up, clasped my fingers around Frank’s and pulled him upwards, straight up the stairs to where my mother was in the kitchen, her features contorted in a mixture of horror and confusion.
“What the hell?!” She yelled as Frank hid behind me, shaking violently.
“Mom, calm down, seriously.” I pleaded and she shook her head.
“Gerard, what the hell was that?” She asked again and anger filled my heart and burst out through my veins.
“You always told me to accept someone for who they are! Frank’s a dancer, so what?! A damn good one too!” I yelled in his defence and her face dropped, turning apologetic.
“…Sorry, I was just a bit shocked. When you said you were going to watch the Rocky Horror Picture Show I just thought you were going to act out the scenes or something- not watch the live performance!” She explained, taking a careful step towards us as I calmed myself down too.
“I-I’m sorry Donna.” Frank said from behind me, his face white beneath the make-up in pure shock and he looked ready to cry and run.
“Frankie, I’m the one who should be sorry… can I watch you dance?” She asked curiously and Frank bit his lip nervously, looking at me as if to ask for permission or help. So I nudged him and nodded gently, encouraging him as he nodded nervously.
“Y-yeah.” He said, taking a few steps back, “Come on then.” He encouraged and my mother followed behind us.
The sight of Alicia shimmying through the only window in my bedroom greeted us as we walked into the room.
“You could have used the front door.” My mother said, causing Alicia to squeal and fall to the floor on top of Ray.
“Sorry Ray.” She apologised and he groaned, pushing her off onto Mikey’s lap where she settled, her head on his shoulder.
“Mikey text me to say Frank was dancing in drag and asked if I wanted to come over. How could I say no to that?” She said and Frank giggled.
“Hmm, sit down then.” He said and went over to the hi-fi, and stuck in his ipod. A new track came on, a more upbeat one, with guitars and kick drums and a boy screaming down the microphone before a husky voice took over and Frank dimmed the lights again, taking his position again by the pole.
This routine was completely different, and he involved us in it a lot more, even pulling Alicia up to dance with him as he strutted and posed, wiggled and giggled around that piece of sparkling metal. He was probably the most talented dancer I’d seen, and when he was finished this time, his skin was glistening just right with a light sweat and his hair was even more tousled than when he started. His finishing position this time was upside down, his leg wrapped around the top as they held his small body up, his tattooed arms outstretched while his fingers splayed.
“That is truly…amazing.” My Mom said and I nodded my heart swelling as I grinned.
“He’s really great isn’t he.” I stated as Frank flipped to get down and walked back over to us, his hips swinging like a pendulum and he looked more beautiful than I’ve ever seen him before.
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“What are you going to wear?” I asked and he smirked.
“We’re going to raid your wardrobe.” He informed me and I giggled, standing up along with the rest of the guys as we opened the black gloss doors to reveal my large wardrobe selection which has expanded ridiculously since Frankie got here.
“Aha!” Frank said, pulling out a black box from the bottom of the wardrobe and setting it on the floor, pulling off the lid and inspecting the contents.
“Whoa, Gee!” Mikey said, looking shocked at the ridiculously skimpy contents.
“I can honestly say that I’ve never seen them before.” I said, shocked at the selection of kinky bras, corsets, stockings, suspenders, make up and heels.
“Yeah, these were from when I was a dancer.” Frank smiled, looking up at us from his place on the floor.
“What!?” Mikey spat and Frank frowned.
“This is why I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d react like this!” He shrieked defensively.
“What, so you just lied to Gerard; you weren’t a virgin at all were you?” Mikey accused and Frank’s jaw dropped as he stood up, his back flat against the closet as his fists clenched.
“I was a dancer, not a prostitute!” He yelled.
“Well after all the years of stripping down to nothing in a filthy club there must have been some action!” Mikey hollered and I could see Frank fighting back the tears as he began to tremble.
“No, Mikey. I wasn’t a damn stripper, I was just a dancer. Yeah, some of the customers got out of hand sometimes, but if I learnt one thing at all from all the years at church is self-control. Gee was my first, Mikey, and he’ll be my last too.” He said quietly, sliding down the wardrobe and hunching up in a ball.
Mikey’s rage seemed to calm as he knelt down beside Frank; I was pretty much frozen in shock.
“I’m sorry Frankie. I just… I don’t want Gerard to get hurt, you know.” Mikey said, rubbing Frank’s shoulder. “People do things they don’t want to on the streets, I understand that.” Mikey said and Frank sniffled.
“So you don’t mind then?” Frank whispered and Mikey shook his head.
“No, I just wish you’d have told us earlier.” Mikey said, “I don’t care at all that you used to dress up as a transvestite and dance around on stage one bit.” He promised and Frank gave a weak smile.
“Thanks Mikes.” He said, smiling and drying his eyes.
“I think you should bust a move, Frankie!” I suggested, you go and get ready and we’ll wait down here.” I said and Frank smiled.
“Awesome, I haven’t danced in ages.” He smiled, his eyes sparkling as he dug through the box and brought out a stick of metal.
“Can you guys set this up in the centre of the room, please? It’s a retractable pole.” He smirked, grabbing some of the clothes and a red leather make up bag before running into the bathroom.
“Bob, Ray, will you do that?” I asked and they nodded, taking the pole from my hands and extending it, making sure it was sturdy against the floor and ceiling before we sat down on the floor, waiting for Frankie to emerge.
The lights dimmed and the bathroom door ripped open, the light showing the silhouette of a slim figure. The bathroom door closed and the gentle tapping of heels could be heard on the floor before the lights were turned up a bit and the Rocky Horror sound track flicked on the stereo.
In front of me was Frank, looking slender and toned with his knee high black leather high heel boots, black fish net stockings with red and black suspenders and a boned red and black lacy satin corset hugging his breast and curve free torso- the bones of his hips protruded under the material as it finished, leaving a strand of milky white, toned skin just above his women’s panties.. His blood red panties did nothing at all to hide his manly bulge and his hair was tousled sexily over his eyes. White foundation covered his face and his red and black eye makeup made the mischievously green and sparkling eyes smoulder in the most amazing way. Pouting lips greeted me as I examined his face, rose red lipstick carefully applied to the point where his lips looked not too glossy and not too dry…perfectly kissable.
“Hello, boys.” Frank said, leaning on the pole as we all gawped at him. Before me was a sight that should surely be saved for the bedroom, it was too hot to even put on porn, the TV would have an orgasm! He swung himself around the strip of metal and wrapped one of his legs around it, letting his arms and legs fall back as he ground his sharp hip bones into the steel and made his arms dance hypnotically before grabbing the pole with both hands and swinging his hips out and jumping. I’d never seen him act like this, I didn’t think it was possible as he swung and shook his toned body, while I was finding myself wishing that I was the pole he was performing on. He was then in the centre of the pole, his arms and legs wrapped round it as he pouted, stroking his arms up and down the metal as he twirled around it, making his legs hold his body weight as he mewled. He leant back, sticking his legs out and letting his arms drop down as he bent his back into a perfect arch, running his hands over his body as he shimmied his shoulders, bending further and further until he was upside down. Small, calloused hands grabbed the pole beneath him and he kicked his legs over his head, dropping to the floor and strutting over to me. High pitched and teasing moans escaped his full lips as his hands ran over his whole body. I swear I heard moans and grunts from the guys too as he worked himself for everything he had.
“You’re so pretty, oh so pretty.” He whispered in my ear as he straddled my lap, singing along to time warp as he thrust erratically into me, running his hands through his hair as he threw his head back in what seemed to be pure and honest ecstasy, crawling off me and over to the nervous wreck of Ray. He gnawed on his neck, making a hickey and Ray release a sharp gasp, almost a hiss in pain before he stood and smirked sexily (sexy smirks seem to be an important tool of trade in a dancers work), walking over to my brother and pushing his heeled boots against my siblings shoulder, pushing him back to the hard floor before sitting on his thighs, trailing his hands up and down Mikey’s bony body and singing hushed words into his ear as he toyed with him, soon getting bored and getting off and strutting over to Bob who had a look of horror and amusement struck across his face. Frank merely scratched Bob’s head, ruffling his hair and swaying his hips to the music before returning to the pole.
He danced around it, bending and twisting in directions that I didn’t even know were possible for the human body bend into. Sharp hip bones snapped and whipped around and against the steel, legs swinging and arms trailing as he motioned words with his tongue and bit the metal, his how saliva leaving trails of wetness. He used his body like an actor does a prop, it was completely at his disposal as he shimmied and slid around twirling and throwing his head back, his toes pointed and fingers splayed as he giggled his high pitched giggle.
A sultry smile graced his face as he threw himself to the top of the pole, gripping the top with his hands and spreading his legs into the splits so one leg was directly in front of him and the other behind as he spun round the pole and landed in that position on the floor, his arms still raised and gripping the metal above his head as the sound track finished and the dance was over. I had no idea that boy could be so hot.
“Wow.” Mikey squeaked from beside me and I nodded in agreement, completely awe struck.
“Boy’s I just forgot my- OH MY GOD!” My mother screamed and ran straight out of the room as Frank squeaked and got up, his eyes wide and his jaw slack in fear.
“Mom! Wait!” I yelled and got up, clasped my fingers around Frank’s and pulled him upwards, straight up the stairs to where my mother was in the kitchen, her features contorted in a mixture of horror and confusion.
“What the hell?!” She yelled as Frank hid behind me, shaking violently.
“Mom, calm down, seriously.” I pleaded and she shook her head.
“Gerard, what the hell was that?” She asked again and anger filled my heart and burst out through my veins.
“You always told me to accept someone for who they are! Frank’s a dancer, so what?! A damn good one too!” I yelled in his defence and her face dropped, turning apologetic.
“…Sorry, I was just a bit shocked. When you said you were going to watch the Rocky Horror Picture Show I just thought you were going to act out the scenes or something- not watch the live performance!” She explained, taking a careful step towards us as I calmed myself down too.
“I-I’m sorry Donna.” Frank said from behind me, his face white beneath the make-up in pure shock and he looked ready to cry and run.
“Frankie, I’m the one who should be sorry… can I watch you dance?” She asked curiously and Frank bit his lip nervously, looking at me as if to ask for permission or help. So I nudged him and nodded gently, encouraging him as he nodded nervously.
“Y-yeah.” He said, taking a few steps back, “Come on then.” He encouraged and my mother followed behind us.
The sight of Alicia shimmying through the only window in my bedroom greeted us as we walked into the room.
“You could have used the front door.” My mother said, causing Alicia to squeal and fall to the floor on top of Ray.
“Sorry Ray.” She apologised and he groaned, pushing her off onto Mikey’s lap where she settled, her head on his shoulder.
“Mikey text me to say Frank was dancing in drag and asked if I wanted to come over. How could I say no to that?” She said and Frank giggled.
“Hmm, sit down then.” He said and went over to the hi-fi, and stuck in his ipod. A new track came on, a more upbeat one, with guitars and kick drums and a boy screaming down the microphone before a husky voice took over and Frank dimmed the lights again, taking his position again by the pole.
This routine was completely different, and he involved us in it a lot more, even pulling Alicia up to dance with him as he strutted and posed, wiggled and giggled around that piece of sparkling metal. He was probably the most talented dancer I’d seen, and when he was finished this time, his skin was glistening just right with a light sweat and his hair was even more tousled than when he started. His finishing position this time was upside down, his leg wrapped around the top as they held his small body up, his tattooed arms outstretched while his fingers splayed.
“That is truly…amazing.” My Mom said and I nodded my heart swelling as I grinned.
“He’s really great isn’t he.” I stated as Frank flipped to get down and walked back over to us, his hips swinging like a pendulum and he looked more beautiful than I’ve ever seen him before.
Soooo....did you all enjoy that? I sure hope you did! Rate and Review to tell me what you think of it e.g. the good stuff, the bad stuff, and the downright ugly stuff.
Jackie
P.S Here's some skittles for those who rate and review constantly, I literally love you guys, you're the only reason I'm doing this!
xxx
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