Date: Wed, 18 Dec 2002 01:40:46 EST
From: Salsatronic@aol.com
Subject: Mr Kims' Stripper

This story is about two consenting, interracial, male adults engaged in a
sexual situation.  Similarity to any persons is purely coincidental, and
this story should be only considered as fantasy (hopefully good fantasy.)

Always play safe!  If you are offended by the idea of an Asian men having
sex with a African American men, please read something more fitting to your
taste - Please enjoy my story otherwise, and drop me a line.


Domingo  - Salsatronic@aol.com

Mr. Kim's Stripper

	The autumn evening had a chill that was only complicated by the
breeze that cut through his gray blazer.  Mr. Kim was finally finished with
his evening meetings, and the darken streets of Philadelphia became his
only chance for escape.
	In Korea, he would have went straight home to his wife and son,
quietly ate dinner, read the paper and went to bed, to stare at the ceiling
till the whole thing started over the next day.  They never seemed to talk
much these days, and he was certain that his wife knew what the issue was.
It could never be spoken though.  Not in Korea.
	The streets became dirtier and the nightclubs throbbed with hip-hop
rhythms and red neon.  His mind filled with his desire, with the thoughts
of strong black men sweating and grinding to the music.  He was tired of
being in control at home, at work.  He wanted to be controlled now.
	He found a strip club that he had read about in a gay travel guide,
and entered with a hopeful look.  Brushing back his jet-black hair and
straightening his jacket, he was greeted by a doorman that explained the
rules of the club and took a cover fee from him.  He pushed past the heavy
purple curtains and into a humid cramped room filled with businessmen, men
in their late forties and smooth muscle men in silk boxers.  They seemed
oblivious to their state of undress as they chatted and moved close to the
men that were there to see them.  In a darkened corner, a man was getting a
lap dance from a Latino who seemed on the edge of bliss as he ground his
hips just inches from his face.  Mr. Kim figured this would do fine.
	As he sat at the bar, a short Italian guy with a tattoo came up and
introduced himself as Angelo.  Mr. Kim smiled and looked him over.  He was
so bulky, he could barely put his arms at his side.  His boxers were bulged
and it was obvious that he was very well hung.
	"Good things come in small packages." Said Angelo suggestively.
Mr. Kim declined and Angelo shrugged his shoulders and went across the room
to chat with a handsome black man in a suit.  Mr. Kim looked on as the
thick black fingers ran up the back of Angelo's thigh and under the silky
fabric.  They finally got up and moved to a private dance area.  Angelo
gave him a wink as they left the room.
	The lights came up slightly as gravely voiced black man walked onto
the small stage with a microphone.
	"Thank you for being here tonight gentleman.  As you know, every
second Tuesday we have our dance off give away.  Our beefy boys here put on
a show here and the tips they receive is tallied up to determine the best
dancer.  Proceeds go to a local charity, and one lucky man will get a
private dance from our winner.  Remember to give generously."
	A fellow with a roll of tickets came around and sold them for a
dollar a piece for a chance at getting a free private dance.  Mr. Kim dug
into his pocket and purchased his ticket.  The show began.
	The music bounced and lights flashed as seven men ran out to the
stage in workman overalls waving their arms and smiling.  Men in the
audience called out and cheered as the men on stage ground and slowly
stripped out of the overalls.  There seemed to be every kind of man , dark
and light, blond and red haired and even an Asian man acted like he had
always been on a stage.  As the overalls came off, Mr. Kim stared in
amazement at the tall black man in the front center.  His overalls stayed
on almost till the end, and with one smooth move, reached down, grabbed the
crotch, and ripped the suit loose, revealing that the suit was barely held
together with Velcro and tape.  They were all in different colored boxers,
with snaps along the sides.  Slowly the snaps were undone, and one by one
each dancer moved to the front and did their routine.  The black stripper
moved to the front finally and stripped down to a fiery red thong that was
stuffed tight.  Mr. Kim could see the outline of the balls and cock, and
the drops of sweat that stained the pouch.  He nearly dropped his drink
when the dancer went to the edge of the stage and bucked his hips,
practically flinging sweat and that red patch out to the cheering audience.
	The dancers all made their rounds to the crowd, getting tips
stuffed into the straps and pouches, till the music faded away and they
returned to the stage.  The announcer returned to the stage and each dancer
emptied their tips into separate trays provided by the waiters.  Bills
slipped slowly from the straps, occasionally licked and smelled by the
dancers who showed their approval with grins and rolling eyes.  The
counting began.
	The count was finally totaled and the announcer grinned, and
presented the winner.  Moving his finger from one end of the line to the
other, he pointed to the black dancer.
	"The Winner is...Jackhammer!"
	The crowd cheered as he waved and wiped the sweat from his face.
	"Now comes the time you pick the winner of tonight's drawing."
	The hat was put in front of Jackhammer, and he dug deep into the
pile of tickets.  Pulling one from the hat, he handed is to the announcer.
	"And the lucky man is number 00278"
	There was a hush in the room as the men looked at the tickets,
followed by a few groans and sighs.  It took a second for it to sink in,
but Mr. Kim finally looked down at the ticket sitting on the bar next to
his drink.  The numbers were 00278.  His eyes widened and he raised it high
above his head, smiling sheepishly.
	"There's our winner!  Go on up there Jackhammer and give our lucky
winner his prize!"
	As the crowd applauded and cheered, Jackhammer worked his way to
the bar.
	"You ready?"  he said in a deep smooth voice.  Mr. Kim nodded and
he took the strong hand and followed the glistening man to the private
dance area.
	Mr. Kim took a seat on the soft couch and loosened his tie, as
Jackhammer closed the door slowly and turned to him.  His skin was so dark
and smooth, and it was obvious that he was shaved from head to toe.  He
walked slowly and deliberately to the couch and kneeled in front of him.
His strong hands slid along the legs of the slacks until he reached the
knees, and slowly pushed them apart.  Mr. Kim began to sweat, and his hands
shook as he touched the broad shoulders.  Jackhammers face hung inches
above his crotch, inhaling and moving his way up to his chest, until they
came face to face. With their lips inches away, Jackhammer finally licked
his own lips and spoke.
	"So, what's your name baby?  What do you like?" and then smiled.
	Mr. Kim mumbled, cleared his dry throat and responded.
	"My name is Kim, Lee Kim. I'm from Korea."
	"Lee?  It's nice to meet you Lee.  You can call me Jack."
	"Uh, Hi Jack. What can we do?"
	Jack smiled and tried to be cool while he explained what they could
and couldn't do.  Sucking and fucking wasn't allowed, but he could touch as
long as it wasn't penetration or masturbation.  You can jack off, but you
can't jack him off.  It seemed reasonable, but it would be hard.
	The music from the bar was loud and he watched as Jack swayed and
ground his way to a standing position.  Mesmerized, he stared as Jack
bucked and shook, getting closer and closer.  Turning, Lee could get a
complete view of his ass and the thong diving into the mounds of beautiful
ass.  Jack's thumbs came back and took the hip straps, pushing them down
half way.
	"Go ahead, pull them down anyway you want."
	His hands still shaking, he ran his hands up over the ass, and
hooked his index fingers into the waistband.  He slowly pulled, watching
the thong give up its grip and roll down over the black mounds, until the
thong was about mid thigh.  He leaned forward slightly and let his lips
graze the skin, until his breath raised Goosebumps on the smooth skin.
Jack stepped off the couch and peeled the thong the rest of the way down.
Looking back, he let it drop on his shoulders, tumbling down his back and
into Lee's lap.
	"A souvenir."  And he chuckled to himself.
	Lee took up the thong and ran it over Jacks back and under his ass
to his sweating balls.  Putting it to his face, he smelled the strong funk
and sweat, and then stuffed it into his pocket.  The music changed and
Jack's ass swayed, while his back arched and dipped, swinging his balls and
cock back between his legs.
	Lee felt the wet cock slap against his shirt and occasionally under
chin.  He wanted to see it, and whispered quietly for Jack to turn around,
almost begging.
	Jack turned and stepped up onto the couch.  Swinging his hips from
side to side, Lee watched as Jack's thick cock and balls moved like a
pendulum.  He was truly shaved completely, and the thick veins ran up his
dick into his groin.  The foreskin was tight, and the tip of the head
peeked out, with a wet drop of precum glistening at the slit.  Lee reached
out, but Jack caught his hand and laughed.
	"No, you can't do that."
	"Please Jack.  Let me touch it.  Let me taste it."
	"No, I could loose my job and we could get in trouble."
	Lee thought for a moment, staring at the head.  "Can I tell you
what to do?"
	"Sure Baby, what you want to see Papa Jack do?"
	"Pull back the skin, slowly, so I can see it move"
	Jack reached down and pushed the skin down till it bunched up,
pulling the skin back until the slick head was completely exposed.  Lee
watched, his face inches away.  Unable to maintain, he dug into his slacks
and pulled out his cock.  Jack grinned and reached down to unbutton the
lower buttons of his white shirt, flinging his tie to the side.  Lee
unbuckled his belt and he was naked from chest to balls, pulling and
straining at his cock.  His breath became a gasp and he started to shine
from his own sweat.  Jack watched as Lee became almost strung out watching
his foreskin pulling back and forth.
	Stepping forward a little on the couch, Jack moved up enough that
Lee could see his ass and balls above him.  He danced and pulled at his
cock, his sweat pouring off and dripping off his body. Crouching just low
enough, he would run his ass against Lee's cock, and come back just enough
to drag his dick over his face. Lee twisted and groaned, his mouth open and
tongue out, in hopes of running it across Jack's skin.
	Jack finally couldn't resist the temptation, and finally dipped low
with his cock aimed for Lee's mouth, sinking in about 5 inches.  Startled,
Lee's eyes opened wide and stared up into Jack's face.  Unhinged, he sucked
and licked madly until Jack pulled back up, wobbling slightly above the
bliss filled man.  Smiling and realizing that he had already broken a rule,
he dropped down to his knees, and stuffed Lee's mouth full of cock.
Grunting and squirming, Lee sucked while his hand pistoned madly on his
cock.  Jack pulled at his dick while Lee was smothered in his balls and
ass, digging his tongue in every crevasse.
	Jack finally stood up, high above Lee's face, and pulled at his
cock, holding his balls in a vice grip.  His legs shook violently and his
cock exploded in a scorching hot white arc, followed by several more
streams until the last shots ran over his knuckles and over his balls.  Lee
felt the hot load landing onto his face and chest, soiling his suit and
shirt. Some landed on his upper lip and tongue, and he licked at it as he
got closer.  Jack lowered his balls and ass down to his mouth and Lee
burst, shooting his load on Jack's ass and back.
	Pulling himself from out from under Jack, he pushed the dancer into
the couch with the sweet ass in the air, licking his load from the dark
skin until the beautiful round ass was clean and wet with his saliva.  Jack
finally turned around and sat on the edge of the couch with his face close
to Lee's, grinning.
	"Come back any time."


Written by David H. / AKA Domingo
Copyright 2002.  All Rights Reserved.
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