Date: Sun, 25 Jul 2004 23:17:22 +0100
From: dg6dg6@hotmail.com
Subject: The Stag Night Stripper

This is my first attempt at writing a story. I would appreciate any
comments any readers may have about it. dg6dg6@hotmail.com

It was certainly a night I'll never forget. One of my friends was getting
married and we were on his stag night. We had gone to another town for the
night, stopping over in a hotel. There was quite a crowd of us, and I
didn't really know half the people in our crowd anyway. Although I knew I
was gay, I had not actually had any encounters with men and certainly had
not made anyone aware of my sexuality. I was firmly in the closet.

After going from bar to bar, and getting a bit worse for drink, we
eventually ended up in a strip club. We managed to get some tables right
near the stage. I knew that I wouldn't be interested in the strippers, but
obviously didn't want to let on about this. Anyway, with a few drinks
inside me I was relaxed enough and thought that I'd just go with the flow
and join in the laughs with the others.

Soon, the music started and a stripper came out onto the stage dressed in a
police uniform. She started dancing around the stage, kicking off her
shoes, and slowly removing her jacket, skirt and shirt.

When she was down to her bra, knickers and stockings, she disappeared off
the side of the stage and immediately returned carrying a chair. She placed
the chair in the middle of the stage, facing the audience, and started
gyrating around and on it.

Then she slowly looked around the audience a few times and suddenly we made
eye contact. I think she could see the look of fear that appeared in my
eyes as I realised she was choosing me. She stepped down off the front of
the stage, walked over to me, took my hand and led me back onto the stage
to the cheer of the rest of the audience.

She sat me on the chair and disappeared off the stage again. When she came
back the roar of the crowd went up. She was holding a little box of
goodies, and placed them down behind the chair so I couldn't see it. She
stood behind me and, reaching over me, began to undo and open my shirt.
She then pulled the shirt down my arms and removed it completely,
discarding it to the side. Next, she held up some handcuffs and in one
quick movement had my wrists cuffed together behind both my back and the
chair.

She poured some baby oil over my chest and slowly rubbed it into my chest
and over my stomach, still from behind so the audience could see.  Then she
came round in front of me and knelt down to the floor. She undid each of my
shoes, tossing them away. Then she reached for my belt. She slowly
unbuckled it, lowered my zip and told me to raise up slightly. She slid my
trousers over my hips and down to my ankles. Then she poured some more baby
oil into her hands and started rubbing up and down my legs and thighs.

Standing up, she moved behind me again, leant over and poured some more
baby oil on my chest. This time, however, as she leant over and rubbed in
down my chest and stomach she carried on with her hands under the waistband
and into my boxers. She rubbed the oil all over my cock and under my
balls. Then she knelt down behind the chair, placing her hands on either
side of my boxers, told me to raise up slightly again, and she slid the
boxers down over my thighs, past my knees and down to my ankles to join my
trousers. The crowd was going wild at this point, but my feeling was just
sheer embarrassment and terror.

She resumed rubbing the oil over my cock and balls from behind the chair so
the audience can see everything, pulling my foreskin back and forwards a
few times, eventually pulling it right back and revealing my glistening
head in all its somewhat small glory.

She walked round to the front of me, sank to her knees and leant her head
into my lap. Taking my cock into her mouth, she bobbed her head up and down
a few times, teasing my cock with her tongue.

Then she stood up, turned round to face the audience and bent over,
wiggling her ass right in front of me. She ran her hands over her knickers
and, slowly holding the top, started to unpeel them. After holding her
hands over her front, she let the knickers drop to the floor and she kicked
them off. Gyrating, she stood up again and, still facing the crowd, slowly
removed her hands and held them out above her. The audience went absolutely
crazy, cheering and whistling, although I also heard a few gasps from the
crowd I was with. I was shaking, wishing the ground would swallow me
up. She dropped her hands and covered herself again.  Slowly she turned
around to face me. She moved to stand between my legs, moving them wider
with her knees, so that her crotch was literally inches in front of my
face. My eyes were transfixed on her hands, dreading her removing them, as
she slowly spread her fingers and then raised her arms over her head
again. Suddenly, I found myself staring at a shaved cock!!!

The look of terror on my face turned to relief as I looked up at the
stripper. He smiled and winked. I gave a reassuring smile back, then
suddenly gave a look of horror as I realised my friends were going to be
watching me enjoy this. The stripper placed his hands either side of my
head and pulled it forward into his groin, running his cock over my lips.
Moving in closer still to me, he prised my lips apart with the tip of his
cock. He pushed his cock into my mouth and then slowly begin to rock back
and forth. My thoughts were all over the place. Here I was, on stage,
handcuffed, nearly naked on a chair, with a cock being pushed in and out of
my mouth, having never been intimate with a man before. The feeling was
electric.

He removed his bra and stepped away from me. He was now standing there in
just stockings. Walking round the back of the chair, he removed my
handcuffs and stood me up. Moving the chair to the side, he then got me to
lie down on the stage floor with my feet towards the audience.  Kneeling
down with his legs over my shoulders, he wiggled his ass in my face. Then
he leant forward and his cheeks lifted off my face, shortly to be replaced
by his cock and balls rubbing over my chin and mouth. He reached back
through his legs and guided his cock into my mouth again.  Then he leant
further forward, steadied himself with his hands on the floor either side
of my hips and took my cock into his mouth. His head was bobbing up and
down as he started sucking my cock whilst at the same time thrusting his
cock in and out of my mouth. I was in heaven. I put my hands up started
massaging his cheeks and running a finger up and down the crack of his
ass. I then teased his hole with my finger.

Suddenly, he stopped sucking me, popped his cock out of my mouth and stood
up. Turning around to face me, he stood with his feet either side of my
hips and slowly crouched down. Reaching under him, he held my rock solid
cock upright and guided his ass onto it. Rubbing the tip of my cock up and
down the crack a couple of times, he then slowly lowered himself onto
me. Slowly and slowly until he was fully impaled. Then he began to ride me.

I just couldn't believe the situation I was in. Here I was, with a crowd of
mates, on a friends stag night, none of them knowing I was gay, and I was
stripped lying on the floor of a stage with my cock up a mans ass, in full
view, having had his cock in my mouth and my cock in his. I don't think I
could have jumped any further in the deep end if I'd wanted to.

I wasn't going to last long, so told the stripper that I was getting
close. He raised his ass off me and my cock popped out. He turned round and
started stroking me by hand. Suddenly I erupted, spurting more than I had
ever spurted in my life.

The stripper helped me up and then got me to take a bow with him. The
audience were cheering and clapping. I glanced over the crowd I was
with. Some were laughing and clapping. However, I looked at my friend and
he just looked like he was in deep, jaw-dropping, shock. I gave him a
thumbs up and sort of shrugged my shoulders. Being in a town that we
weren't really familiar with, and all being in a merry state, not one of us
had realised that we had stumbled into a gay club. I could have blamed the
drink and remained firmly in the closet but when my friend mentioned
afterwards that I looked like I enjoyed it, I just casually told him that I
did.