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Every city has one; it's a dark place far from the traffic and businesses. The air is thick with the scent of man-sex, and there's always some hot guys waiting around to get off. Every night around this time it starts - slow at first, just a few guys staring back and forth and giving that look, that hungry look. They get closer and closer, groping and rubbing, making the wet spots on their jeans get bigger and bigger. Then it happens - one guy slides down the length of his partner, gliding his tongue over a tight muscled chest, stopping only to taste the glistening sweat. Finally he's sucking that cock, the sweet taste of young, hard dick filling his mouth.
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Three years after Mike bowed out of the stripper life at the top of his game, he and the remaining Kings of Tampa hit the road to Myrtle Beach to put on one last blow-out performance.