Vegas Male Stripper


     I'd always heard that you could find anything you wanted in Las 
Vegas, but I didn't believe that it could be true until I had to take a 
business trip there in the fall of '88 for a convention.

     I'd been in town for a day and had stopped in at one of the Adult 
25-cent Peep Shows.  I was really  disappointed to find out that the 
stall doors had been cut off so that they only hid the face of the 
occupants.  You couldn't even jack-off and watch the movies.  The gay 
magazine selection was fabulous.  I just love Jeff Stryker, don't you?  
There is no shrink-wrap on them out there.  You can check out the 
contents of the magazines before buying, but it sure takes a long time to 
check them all out.  This makes for some interesting cruising with the 
other patrons.  I bought a couple of really hot mags, picked up the local 
adult entertainment magazine and went back to the hotel.

     The entertainment magazine was a big disappointment.  It contained a lot 
of ads for XXX-strippers direct to your hotel room, but everything was 
for female strippers.

     The middle of the next day, some wild inspiration made me look in 
the Yellow Pages.  There was a section for Entertainers which had to have 
been at least 10 pages long.  After searching through them, I finally 
called one of the services which also dealt with male strippers.  I set 
up an appointment to have a 6'2", dark haired, blue eyed college student 
to show up at my hotel room at midnight.

     As I tended to business during the rest of the day, I kept thinking 
about the description I was given.  I thought, "College student, sure, 
probably 45 years old, bald...", well, you get the picture.

     At 11:00 p.m., I rushed back to the room and jumped in the shower, 
then got dressed, smoked a joint, and waited....waited...and waited...

     Midnight was never going to get here.

     At 10 minutes till 12, there was a knock on the door.  My stomach 
twisted into a knot.  The time was finally here.

     I opened the door...I couldn't believe it...he really was 6'2", dark 
brown hair, blue eyes and miraculously, he looked like a college 
student...he is the stuff that wet dreams are made of.

     I stood there and stared for a few seconds in disbelief, then 
invited him in.  I stripped down to my briefs and perched anxiously on 
the bed while he rewound a tape.  It was George Michael... perfect.  He 
started dancing to the music... he was really pretty good.  He began 
removing one piece of clothing at a time.  I slowly revealed his muscular 
legs as I helped him remove his skin tight jeans... then he exposed his 
muscular chest...all the while gyrating his hips in my face.  My cock was 
poking stiffly out of the top of my briefs by this time.  He totally 
removed his shirt... all that was left was a blue satin G-string with a 
magnificent bulge.

     I slowly helped him out of the G-string.  His cock looked huge, even 
in it's current soft condition.  It hung over a nice set of balls.  All 
was nestled in a soft bunch of dark brown curls.

     I gently took hold of his cock and began massaging it and his balls. 
My tongue joined my fingers in their exploration.  He took my cock in his 
experienced mouth.  It was a blow job like I'd never experienced before.  
His tongue darted up and down my shaft and around my balls until I 
couldn't restrain myself any longer and shot my load into his face.

     Then he straddled me with his balls rubbing my still hard cock as he 
jacked-off and covered my chest with his hot load.

     Then to top off the evening, he went into the bathroom and got a 
warm moist washcloth and gently cleaned me off, then dried me off with a 
dry towel.

     The whole experience was extremely expensive, but everyone should 
experience this at least once.