Cmnm story (m/m)

[bluebeamer]

part 1

I was at the gym finishing my last set of squats when a friend of mine walked over to me and asked how things were going. I told him everything was going well but that as was the case with most people, money was a little tight. Saying, “Yeah, I know how that goes,” he walked away. I finished my workout and headed for the lockerroom. I pulled my tee shirt off and stepped out of my shorts and jockstrap. I grabbed my towel and headed for the showers. As I opened my locker, a man whom I had never met before approached me and said, “I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help but overhear that you said you were having some financial difficulties.”



I stopped drying myself to reply: “Excuse me?”



“Let me explain,” he said. “I own a nightclub here in the city that features male dancers. We are always in need of dancers, and you have a look that our customers love. Smooth preppy college guys like you can make some serious money for almost no effort.”



“Oh, I don’t think I have what it…”



“What it takes? Are you kidding? Tall, toned, tanned, smooth, handsome, and hung like a horse? Trust me, kid; you’ve got it.”



“I just don’t….”



“Tell you what; here’s my card. Think about. Why not come in for a look. Who knows—you just might like what you see. By the way, kid, what’s your name?”



“Jake.”



Well, Jake, think it over, and if you decide we can help each other out, call me. I accepted his card and put it in my gym bag. I caught a glimpse of my naked body in the mirror as I put my clothes on and thought to myself, “maybe I do have what it takes.” I decided I would sleep on it.





I returned home and started looking over my account information and realized that I was in desperate need of cash. Stripping down to my boxers and crawling in bed, I decided to call in the morning. The sun streaming in through the window fell across the bare skin of my chest, waking me from my sleep. I stretched and rose. I stripped of my boxers and traded them for a pair of running shorts. I laced up my shoes and began my morning run. Before long, my smooth, well-defined chest muscles glistened in the sun from the thin dew of sweat that covered them. As I thought about what I was about to do, I realized that people were looking at me and clearly enjoying what they saw.



Returning home, I poured a glass of juice and dug out the card with the man’s telephone number on it. I dialed the digits and waited for someone to answer. “Hello” said the voice that I remembered from the night before.



Ah, hi, this is Jake from the gym last nigh…”



Hello, Jake! I was hoping you might call. I trust you have thought about it a little more.”



“Yes.”



“Excellent. When would you like to come in for the audition?”



“Audition?”



“Yes, don’t worry. We just like to see how you look and move and we’ll take a few measurements. Do you have some time today?”



“I’ve got a one o’clock class”



“Alright, how does eleven sound?”



“I’ll be there”



“See you soon. Bye, Jake.”



Still unsure as to what I was getting myself into, I realized I had less than forty-five minutes to get there. I headed for the shower, undressing as I went. I adjusted the taps and felt the water cascade over my skin. I quickly lathered my chest and grabbed my razor. After a few swipes, I rubbed my chest to make sure I hadn’t missed any. Then I shaved my face, and rinsed. I stepped out of the shower, dried off, and went to find something to wear. I pulled on a pair of tight white boxer-briefs that really accentuated my package. Next I pulled on an equally tight white tank top that hugged every muscle on my torso. I followed this with a pair of jeans. I stood appraising myself in the mirror. “Not bad,” I thought to myself as I put on my brown leather bomber jacket. I made my way to Yonge Street and found the club. I entered the vestibule where a bouncer asked how he might help me. I told him I had an appointment for an audition. After making a brief phone call, a door to the left opened and a woman escorted me upstairs. At the top of the stairs, she escorted me into a room that contained two chairs, a desk, a black backdrop, various lights, and a camera.



I sat quietly, wondering why I had come. Just as I was about to leave, the man from the gym came in, and closed the door. “Jake! Sorry for the delay. I’m glad you decided to get a bit of information at the very least. Let’s get down to business. Show me some skin; get your jacket and shirt off.” As I removed my jacket, he said, “nice arms. Not too big; just nice and defined. Flex please. Very nice.” I crossed my arms and peeled of the tank. “Fabulous. Great abs, and your navel’s pierced—I had forgotten about that. And that chest! Flawless, absolutely flawless, and you do keep it smooth. Well, Jake, let me tell you a bit about us. We provide all male adult entertainment for gay men. What you’ve probably guessed that means is that we feature strippers and booze. We are not a brothel or an escort service, but our dancers do reveal all. Also, we encourage “private shows” in our backrooms where the clients are allowed to touch you. The club opens at three in the afternoon everyday and closes at two A.M. We usually like our boys to work two or three nights a week,. You usually dance two numbers that feature two sets each; by the first minute of the second song in each set, you should be nude. We don’t require that you get an erection, but a good hard-on never hurts your tips. We pay a flat fee per shift, and all tips are yours to keep. Any questions? Good. Now, what we’d like you to do is to do a little bit of a strip for us. This is just to see how you move. Feel free to stand on the desk if you like.



I took off my boots, and jumped on the desk. He started some music, and I began to move my hips, caressing and rubbing my smooth pecs. I began rubbing my dick through the denim; and it began to swell. I unbuttoned my jeans and slowly pulled them off my hips. I stepped out of my jeans completely and tossed them onto the floor. Through the thin cotton of my boxers, I worked my meat into a full erection, its head now peeking out of the leg band. I began sliding my underwear off my hips. I turned around, and as I bent over pulled them to the floor, exposing my shaved hole. I turned around again, exposing my cock and shaved balls, and grinned at my audience of one who told me he had seen enough to know that he was right—I did indeed have it. He called in his assistant, whose entrance into the room made me acutely aware that I was hard and naked before a pair of complete strangers.

 

[bluebeamer]

part 2

“Patti, this Jake, our newest boy. Jake, we’re going to take a few measurements. We’ll start with height.” He took out a tape measure, and his assistant readied her pad to take down measurements. “Height, 6’2”. Blond hair, blue eyes, preppy, collegiate. Chest: 42 inches. Waist, 30. Jake, flex your arm, please. Bicep: fifteen inches.” “Pardon me, Jake,” he said as he grabbed my erection and pulled his tape measure along its length. “Endowment: eleven inches, thick. Very nice.” We would like your debut to be at our “Virgin Friday” tomorrow, beginning at about five in the afternoon until close. You should be very popular with the after work crowd. Will that work for you?” I agreed. “Good. Now, we’d like you to meet some of the other dancers tonight and get a feel for what goes on here. So, I’d like you to tend bar tonight. No shirt, but you get to keep your pants on. It’s a nice way to get used to being naked in public. I know you’ve got class, but do you think you could be back here by about six?”



Sure, but I won’t have time to change after class.”



“That’s fine. The college-boy-in-baggy-jeans look should make you very popular. Any questions? No? I’ll see you later tonight. Oh, by the way, how old are you?



“Nineteen.”

Great—legal but still look like seventeen—doesn’t get any better.





My class ended, and at about ten minutes before six, I reentered the club. The bouncer in the vestibule called someone on the phone, and a man in a black shirt with the name of the club emblazoned across the front and back approached and extended his hand, saying, ‘You must be Jake. Let’s head backstage, find you a locker, and introduce you to some of the guys.” I followed him as we entered the main room of the club. It was long and dimly lit with the bar itself off to the left. The patrons, mostly older, were seated along the walls, their attention focused on the stage where a young, dark-haired guy sporting a full erection slowly danced. On the way to the back of the club, the rooms for the private dances were pointed out. As we passed them, one of the doors opened, and two men exited: one was an older, grey-haired man with a wide grin; the other was a redhead with great pecs wearing nothing but a pair of Umbro soccer shorts and counting a thick roll of cash.



We entered through a door. I found myself standing in a large, well-lit room with mirrors and showers along the far wall that was full of guys in various states of undress. They ran the gamut of ethnic heritage but all were young, built, and hung.



“Hey, everyone. This is Jake; he will be joining you as a dancer, beginning tomorrow night. So, play nice, and show him the ropes. Jake, you’ve got locker number twenty-seven.” I sat down on the bench, and began to stuff my bag in my locker. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a figure walking in my direction. He was naked, carrying a towel in one hand.



“Hey. I’m Josh, “ he said, as my eyes worked their way up his body, starting at his firm thighs, past his meaty cock, firm abs, smooth pecs capped with pert little nipples, past his strong jaw, sensuous lips and straight nose to his dark brown eyes that gleamed with mischief.



“Nice to meet you,” I said as I pulled my shirt off and hung it in my locker.”



“Oh, don’t worry; with a face and body like that, you’ll be very popular here,” he said with a wink before walking away.



I fixed my jeans so that my hips and Apollo’s belt were visible and then headed for the bar. The current bartender handed me the small white apron he had been wearing and left. I tied on the apron and, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, realized that I was half-naked in a room full of men so that I could watch how other guys take off their clothes before doing the same thing myself. In the interests of learning all I could about stripping, I watched as the dancer on stage slowly peeled off his tank top to reveal a broad, hairless chest accented by a pair of rings piercing his nipples. Just then, a customer approached and ordered a brink. He paid for his drink, then with a ten-dollar bill between his fingers, ran his hand down my chest and abs before depositing the money in the pocket of my jeans and giving my rapidly swelling dick a squeeze. And so, my first night continued, an odd mix of watching other young guys get naked and mixing drinks for older guys, most of whom tipped nicely for the privilege of caressing young, firm muscle. My research into the fine art of stripping allowed to summarize that there were two approaches, each with their own charm: there were those who danced and those who got hard and stood on stage showing off their meat. I decided that my own style would be a combination of the two.



At the end of the night, I put my shirt on and headed for my apartment. I was tired and bleary-eyed from the smoke in the club. Arriving home, I flopped down on the sofa and took out the wad of bills I had in my pocket. Some of the patrons had been shyer about tipping me, simply handing me the bill or laying it on the table. Others were bolder, including one who slid a twenty down the back of my jeans and placing the note between the cheeks of my ass. Yet another wrapped his tip around my shaft. My addition revealed that I had made over three hundred dollars and hadn’t even got naked. Besides, I enjoyed the looks of admiration I got, and the scenery at the club was certainly easy on the eyes. I was oddly looking forward to my debut. I stripped off my clothes and crawled into bed, where I fell asleep thinking of Josh.

 

[bluebeamer]

part 3

My classes were finished for the week, and I was excited about my first night at my new job. I rushed home where I stripped off my clothes and headed to the shower. I grabbed my razor with my right hand and with my left began lathering up my ball sack. Slowly and deliberately, I guided the razor as it stripped away the wisps of hair. Next, I moved onto my hole, using the same ginger movements to leave it as soft and smooth as I had just left my balls. Having lathered my chest, I used the razor to remove the last traces of hair, leaving my firm pecs smooth and supple. I quickly finished my shower. I dried off and headed for the bedroom. I pulled on my white jock strap, which I followed with a pair of cut-off jeans, wool socks, and a pair of brown leather boots. I checked myself out in the mirror and decided the look suited the occasion. For my ride to the club, I pulled a white tee shirt over my well-defined torso.



A quick trip down Yonge Street brought me to the stainless steel façade of the club where I would soon display my naked body for a room of strangers. I opened the door, walked through the vestibule where the bouncer greeted me, and headed for the backstage area. As I passed the stage, a young Asian guy with an armband tattooed around his bicep slowly danced. I entered the dressing area, which was as always filled with gorgeous young studs in various stages of undress. I sat down in front of my locker, and he stage manager approached, giving me my schedule. I was to dance three sets that evening. My first set was in about a ten minutes. The manager took my list of song selections to give to the DJ. I took my shirt off and waited for my name to be called.



Very soon, I heard the DJ announce, “Our next new boy for your enjoyment at tonight’s Virgin Friday is Jake,”



I climbed on stage and began moving slowly, sensuously to the music, slowly building rhythm. I began rubbing my torso with my hands. With my fingertips, I began teasing my nipples into firm points. Slowly and deliberately, my fingers undid the buttons on the fly of my shorts. I continued to dance, the two halves of my fly open like tent flaps. I turned so that my ass was facing the audience and coyly stepped out of my shorts. I slowly turned, only my jockstrap covering my nakedness. I began to massage my swelling meat through the thin cotton. The song changed, and I knew that it was now time to go all the way. I began sliding the leg bands down my smooth, muscular hips. I turned, bent over slightly allowing my hole to become visible, yanked off the jock, and turned toward the audience with the full length of my erection sticking out before me. The men in the audience cheered and applauded. As I continued to dance, some of the spectators approached the stage, holding crisp bills in their hands. I moved to the center of the stage where there was forming a short line of men willing to tuck cash into my sock in exchange for being able to touch me.



The song ended, and I collected my clothes before leaving the stage, my still hard cock leading the way. I quietly put my shorts and jockstrap back on. I walked to the bar, where the bartender handed me water. An older, grey-haired man approached, requesting a private dance. I slowly lead him to one of the doors that opened onto a small room whose walls were covered with mirrors. In the middle of the room was a chair for the customer. He sat down, and I started dancing, quickly stripping down to my jock. I turned my back to him, placing my bare ass squarely in front of him. He began rubbing my cheeks. I turned, put my hands behind my head, and continued to move my hips. He fondled my torso, pinching my nipples. My dick strained against its cotton confines. The man placed his thumbs in the waistband off my jock and slowly pulled it down my hips, catching my erection in the pouch. He continued to pull my jock strap down as my dick finally popped free, slapping against my tight abs. He admired my cock but didn’t try to touch it. At the end of the second song, the man rose, handed me a fifty-dollar bill, thanked me, and left. I tucked the money into my sock and put my clothes back on. I walked out into the club, where I moved among the patrons, talking and getting groped and fondled. I danced my second set and did four private dances, including one for an older couple celebrating their anniversary together.



It was well after midnight and time for my last set of dances. I mounted the stage dancing to a song by Mono. I stripped off my shorts and continued to dance in my jockstrap. I stepped out of my jock and continued to dance, my cock and balls jostling to the music. The song changed to a very slow-paced tempo. I rolled my head back and began to run my hands teasingly across my body. My cock began to swell. I turned, arched my back, and ran my finger from balls up around my hole, and across my back. I began rubbing my cock very lightly with my other hand. This drove the audience wild. I squatted down at the center of the stage, my balls resting less than inch from the floor of the stage and my full eleven inches jutting out. The audience lined up to touch my firm, young flesh before slipping some cash into my sock.

The song ended, and I left the stage. Before I even had time to put my modicum of clothes back on, another man approached me for a private dance. I led him to another of the little mirrored rooms. He sat down, and I began dance for him.



“You’re a damn hot kid, Jake. Do you ever do private dances away from the club?”



“Tonight’s my first night, so before this, I’ve never danced like this for anyone anywhere.”



“Have you ever thought about it?”



“No, why?”



“Well, it’s just that most of the guys do. I mean, they stay hard for about eight hours. That builds up a lot of cum. What are they supposed to do, go home and jack off—especially when there’s an entire club full of customers willing to pay top dollar to watch some young stud explode all over his belly.”



At this point, I had stopped dancing.



“What are you going to do when you go home, Jake?”



“I don’t know; I hadn’t really thought about it.”



“How about I make you an offer. I’d like to watch you get off, and I’m willing to pay for the privilege. So. How does five hundred dollars to watch you beat off sound? I promise I won’t touch you. Nothing’s going to happen. Here’s the address and twenty dollars for the cab fare. If you’re interested, stop by. Thanks for the dance,” he said, as he stuffed a bill into my sock.



The club was closing, and while we all got dressed to leave, the manager made a few comments and announcements. He then came over to each of us new boys and spoke to us in turn. He informed me that I had, indeed, done a very good job and that he would like to schedule me two evenings and one afternoon a week. I agreed. Then, like the other dancers, I took out the wad of bills collected in my sock and began to count. When I was done, I had almost eight hundred dollars. I thought about the man’s offer. He was right—I was horny, so why not get paid for shooting my load.



I left the club, and walked to the corner where I deposited the cash into my account at the ABM. I hailed a cab, and gave the driver the address. The cab let me out at a large apartment building on Wellesley Street. Inside the foyer, the doorman inquired how he might help me. I gave him the name and telephone number of the man, and told him that my name was Jake. He telephoned the gentleman, and then pointed me to the elevator. I arrived quickly at the nineteenth floor, disembarked, and found his apartment. I knocked on the door and was quickly admitted by the man from the club. The living room had a wall of windows whose opened curtains displayed the skyline of Toronto.



“Glad you decided to swing by, Jake. Can I get you something to drink?”



“No, thanks.”



“So, are you a University student?”



“Yes. I’m finishing my degree in Linguistics.”



“Wow, cute and smart.”



I looked around the room and noticed that he had set up a stool on the wall opposite the sofa. Next to the stool was a table on top of which was a small tray holding an array of lubes.



“Well, Jake, I suppose we had better get to it.”



I slowly undressed, and sat down on the stool. The man made himself comfortable on the sofa.



“Is there any special way you want me to do this,” I asked.



“Your favourite.”



With that, I chose a tube of lube, squirted some into the palm of my left hand and started to get my cock good and slippery. The man on the sofa quietly lit a cigarette and settled back in to watch me. I slid my palm along the length of my erection which was now rock hard. I fisted myself freely and played with my nipples. My breathing became shallower, and I felt my balls lift off the seat of the stool. My orgasm exploded as I shot five thick ropes of juice onto my chest and abs. I rubbed it into my skin, enjoying the way my cum glistened on the skin of my smooth, muscular torso. I soon remembered that I was not in my own bed but in the living room of a complete stranger.



“Very nice, Jake. It’s always nice to see someone who so excels at his work. Thanks again; I certainly enjoyed the show.”



He handed me the money we had agreed on plus a very generous tip. I put my clothes on and left. I was soon back at my apartment. As I thought about my evening, I felt my cock swelling. My exhibitionist streak was finding a healthy and profitable outlet.

 

[bluebeamer]

part 4

One of the oddest parts of stripping is running into customers in ‘normal’ circumstances. Once, I was hired to perform at a party attended by two of my professors. One never mentioned it, but the other later told me that the sight of me dancing naked got him through many lonely nights. That was a bit strange, but I chalked it up as an occupational hazard.


Getting in to the elevator at my apartment building one afternoon, I recognised one of my customers trying desperately to figure out how he knew me. I said the name of the club, and he blushed from embarrassment. We struck up a bit of a conversation before I got off; he watched me walk down the hall and go into my apartment. A few days later, a knock on my door interrupted my studying. When I answered the door, I found my neighbour standing on the other side.

“Oh, Hello,” I said.

“Ah, hi,” he replied.

“What brings you to this floor?”

“Umm, I’m having a party tonight,” he said, “and I need someone to act as bartender. I’m having some of my old soccer buddies over, so soccer is the theme, and well what I want is you to serve drinks wearing that pair of Umbro shorts you wear at the club from time to time. I’ll pay you 150 dollars, plus I’m sure my friends will tip you nicely.”

I thought it over. I didn’t really have anything else that I needed to do, and I could study in the morning. “What time were you thinking?”

“The party’s supposed to start at 8:30, so maybe if you showed up at 8:00 to set up the bar.”

“Alright. 8:00 it is. See you then.”

The man left, and I closed the door to return to my studies.


At 8:00, I was on my way up to the man’s apartment, wearing the requested black shorts over a white jock strap and black soccer shoes with striped socks. I knocked on the door, and was admitted to the apartment, which was decked out in full rainbow regalia replete with the requisite naked man photographs. I busied myself with setting up the bar until the guests started to arrive. Shortly after 8:30, the guests began to arrive, and before long, I was serving drinks to a room of about twenty middle-aged men. I enjoyed the appraising looks they gave me, as I filtered through the crowds dropping off drinks to appreciative men who tucked bills into my sock. Of course, the whole time, I was getting groped and pinched, but I was having fun being the center of attention. At half past midnight, the guests left, and I collected my fee before returning to my apartment.




Soon, my neighbour was regularly knocking on my door for help with his parties. In the beginning, it was always my serving the guests in some form of undress. He had one party to celebrate a promotion at work for which he hired me and a couple of the guys from the club. We were wearing black bow-ties and g-strings, so I was expecting to be propositioned quite a bit, but perhaps our numbers kept everyone on his best behavior. The costumes kept getting smaller and smaller until he asked me to serve at one completely naked. He had acquired a case of very rare wine and was having a party to share it with his friends. I was to preside as Bacchus. When I had arrived at his apartment and gotten undressed except for a pair of sandals, he handed me a small wreath of gold laurel leaves, which he helped to place on my head. And so, wearing only a pair of sandals, a crown, and a smile, I poured wine for the guests who seemed completely uninterested in savouring the vintage.


Before too long, the guests were freely exploring my body with their hands. My nipples were being tweaked, my balls squeezed, my ass pinched and smacked, and my rapidly swelling cock stroked. About eight of the guests had me cornered when one of them started to massage my sphincter with his finger. When he inserted his finger, I opened my mouth to protest, but another of the guests took that as his invitation to explore my mouth with his tongue. I felt others sucking my nipples and licking my balls while the first guest massaged my prostate with his finger. Then I felt two hands grab my throbbing pole and start sliding the closed fists along the length of my meat. Still others licked, bit, and kissed my ass cheeks, thighs, and biceps. I couldn’t take it any longer. I groaned loudly as I shot my load. Amid cheers, applause, and shouts of encouragement as I felt my quivering body being carried to the kitchen before being laid down on the table. One of the guests approached carrying two bottles of the wine. He slowly poured the ruby-colored liquid over my body where it mixed with the cum I had just shot. The guests finished the case of wine by licking it off my muscles and drinking it out of various orifices.


Still trembling from the sensations, the host led me to a bathroom where I could shower, apologising for how far his guests had gone and offering to compensate me. I showered and dressed quickly, before the host paid me and let me out through the service entrance.




Another of his parties was a brunch he hosted the weekend before Christmas. He approached me in the usual way and explained that it was going to be a small gathering of about seven of his friends and needed someone to serve and entertain. I told him I knew exactly what I would do and guaranteed that everyone would have a good time. The morning of the brunch arrived. After carefully showering and shaving, I began getting dressed. I started by stuffing my cock into a red g-string which I followed with a pair of black trousers. I fastened a red cumberbund around my naked waist. I followed this with the collar and cuffs of a white shirt and a red bowtie. The finishing touch was a red santa hat. I put on a pair of black wing tips and stood in front of the mirror to assess the look. I decided it was suitable and buttoned a shirt over my naked torso before heading upstairs.


I knocked on my neighbour’s door and was admitted in the usual manner. I saw him looking inquisitively at my array as he asked, ‘What did you come up with as a costume?’


I took off my shirt, exposing my sculpted torso set off by the collar and cuffs.


‘Pretty fuckin’ hot’, he said, as he ran a hand appreciatively over my smooth chest.


Soon the guests began arriving. Some of the faces I recognised from previous parties, but they were all the same type: middle-aged queens with leering eyes. I made the rounds, serving champagne to the room. When all the guests had arrived and been served champagne, the host announced that the brunch was ready. As the guests withdrew to the dining room, I withdrew to the bathroom and stripped down to my g-string. I left the bathroom and re-entered the crowd, who stared hungrily at my near-naked body stripped for their Sunday afternoon delight. The guests clearly enjoyed having a mostly naked young guy to wait on them. One kept dropping his fork and asking me to pick it up for him. Since he was interested in watching my ass muscles flex as I bent, I made sure I gave him a good show, slowly and languidly stretching and bending before coyly handing him a new fork. Another of the guests approached me while I was pouring a drink for another man. In his fingers he held a ripe red strawberry that he rubbed against the outline of my firm abs before grazing my nipple with the cold red fruit before devouring the berry.


As the guests finished their food, I began to serve the coffee. As I handed each man his cup, I could feel his eyes focus on the small red piece of nylon that was trying to restrain my meat. The guests having been served, I knew it was time to entertain them. The host made an announcement that the entertainment was about to begin. I strode over to the Christmas tree, positioning myself before it, as the guests arranged their chairs to get an unobstructed view. The host switched on the music I had brought, and I slowly began to dance, moving my body and touching myself seductively. All eyes were on me as I slowly slid my g-string down my hips and my swelling cock popped free. Naked except for my Santa hat, I stood for a moment, revelling in the feeling of knowing that I could command such rapt attention, allowing my meat to continue to swell. I continued to dance, allowing my hands to explore my own body. I pulled gently on my nipples and ground my hips. When I was fully hard, I grabbed my meat with both hands and, giving a lascivious grin to my audience, began to slide my hands along the length of my meat. I slowly built up rhythm, and spit into my palm for lube. I continued to pleasure myself for the pleasure of the assembled guests. After a few minutes, I felt my balls begin to tighten, and soon, I shot five great wads across my chiselled abs and smooth chest. The host pulled me out into the room where I was surrounded by the guests who all wanted to caress my firm young flesh. One of the guests scooped some of my cum off my chest and brought it to his lips before greedily devouring it. Another asked if he could smell my balls. The rest were content to fondle and grope my body. I remained among the men for a few minutes. Then, as was the established tradition, I made my way to the bathroom where I stepped into the shower, on the other side of the glass door, the guests crowded into the bathroom to watch me wash my cum off my torso. I lathered my body and then let the water strip me naked again. When I had finished, I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. The guests all took turns drying me off before we all made our way back out to the living room.

 

[bluebeamer]

part 5



I have to admit, I enjoyed his parties. It’s very flattering to be able to hold a room’s attention. Besides, the money was good. One of his parties in particular provided one of the hottest sexual experiences of my life. I had been dating one of the other dancers at the club. Josh was tall, very well developed, nicely hung, and very handsome with dark brown hair and eyes. Along with three other guys from the club, we were hired to serve at one of these parties whose theme was a ‘pyjama party’. Wearing navy blue silk pyjama bottoms and a pair of slippers, I served drinks and did my part to make sure that everyone enjoyed himself. Josh was wearing nothing but a pair of dark green silk pyjama bottoms. Watching him move around the room, so beautiful and confident in his beauty, was such a turn on. As had become the tradition, towards the end of the party, when the guests were either inebriated or well on their way, it was time for the entertainment to begin. One of the other guys went first. Mike was a very young, barely legal, and very nervous straight boy who stripped because he desperately needed the money. He was a basketball player with a beautifully defined body, boyish face, and wavy brown hair. Shyly, he began his performance, dancing for the crowd. He nervously removed the boxer shorts he had been wearing and stood naked, firm, and young before a room of older men. The poor boy didn’t know what hit him; the guests surrounded him, groping, caressing, pinching, biting, and licking his body. The other two dancers sensed his panic and came to his rescue, placing their bodies between his and the guests. When he climbed on top of the bar, his fully erect cock stuck straight out from his body. He spit into his palm and began to stroke himself. Straight or not, he certainly enjoyed being lusted after by the crowd. Very soon, he came, shooting his load all over the bar. The other two dancers followed suit by pleasuring themselves in succession for the audience.


Then, it was time for Josh and me to strip. We began by dancing around each other, then slowly grinding. We kissed deeply, passionately. Josh ran his hands down the sides of my torso, under my pyjamas, and gave my swelling meet a few squeezes. He turned my back toward the audience and slowly pulled my pyjamas under the twin globes of my firm ass cheeks. Next, he began to finger me gently before sliding his index finger through my sphincter. By this point, I was rock hard and oozing precum by the pint. He turn me around to face the crowd, grinding his crotch into my ass, put his hands inside my pants and pulled them down my hips, and griped my cock with both of his hands. He stroked me for a few moments. Then I turned around to face him. We kissed again, and then I removed his pyjama bottoms. There we stood, two naked muscular smooth guys, fully erect before an appreciative audience. Josh smiled at me, slowly sank to his knees, and took my meat into his mouth. He sucked and licked me for a few minutes while I writhed in ecstasy. Then we switched places. After a few minutes, he bent down, took me into his arms, and carried me over to the bar where he set me down. I kneeled, and Josh sat on one of the bar stools. He turned me so that my ass was facing him. We each took our cocks into our own hands and began pleasuring ourselves. Josh began to lick around the ring of my asshole, carefully and sensuously exploring with his tongue. He did this for a few minutes before he jabbed his tongue through the ring of muscle and entered my anus; I moaned in pleasure. He rimmed me there, in front of the guests, as we masturbated ourselves. When we both could hold back no longer, we came at the same moment, shooting thick ropes of cum into the air. Everyone in the room was breathless.

The party ended, and Josh and I went down to my apartment to finish what we had started.



So there they are, some of my memories more or less as they happened. Just thinking about them makes me want to shoot. How about you?

 

[muskokan]

lovely story! makes me long for the days in Toronto's village. Isabella and Jarvis, late 80's was a great time for me, was a wanton slut for anyone to use.

 

[silvertriumph2]

HOT!

 

[Matt_L]

Very nice!!! Would love to hear more about the shy straight guy in it for the money Hmm!

 

[364368]

Wow loved these stories mmmmm fucking hot