Date: Tue, 10 Sep 2002 22:50:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Story: Stripper!  Part 10

STRIPPER!

Part  10

By Pete Brown (petebrownuk @ yahoo.com)

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I'd expected that Bill would drive me to another Club
to perform that night, but instead his SUV ran out to
the exclusive suburbs in the hills, and we finally
went through a set of gates and drew up in front of
the biggest house I've ever seen.

A butler opened the door to us, and, almost without
saying a word, led us off up the stairs and into a
huge bedroom, with a luxurious marble bathroom opening
off it.

"OK, Steve, in the shower", Bill said.

"But I showered before I left home...."

"Look, these guys are going to want to see you right
up close, so they get the real view of your body.
They don't want any lingering smell of stale sweat
from the journey.... Now, do as I say.  Remember, I've
been here before!"

I started to undress, but left my Jeans on before
going into the bathroom.  I went to shut the door, but
Bill called out "No time for modesty now, Steve.  Come
on, boy - get in there, and get showering.  I've seen
you naked before, anyway - and there are about to be a
lot more pairs of eyes on you than just mine,
remember!"

He was right, of course, so I just let my Jeans drop
to the floor and stood there in front of him.  I
reached down and scratched at my dick and balls now
they were no longer confined by my Jeans - it was the
sort of thing that guys do in  a locker  room when
they're with their team mates after a match - all men
like a little scratch, after all, and it's only when
you're with your buddies with whom you feel totally
relaxed hat you can actually do it, I find.

I showered, and towelled myself dry, then came back
into the bedroom naked.  I curled my toes up in the
luxurious pile of the carpet, it felt so good under my
feet.

"OK, Steve, here's your costume for tonight", Bill
said as he hauled some clothes out of a bag he had
been carrying.  Costume? I thought I'd just wear my
normal clothes.  But instead Bill gave me first one of
the tiny silk pouches, and watched whilst I wriggled
my hips to get the string secured around my waist and
comfortably up my ass crack.  I could feel the tiny
string scratching faintly at my ass hole, and it
almost gave me an erection.

Then I had to put on a pair of small, tight, Lycra
boxers, followed by khaki shorts and a tight white
T-shirt.  The shorts were strange, as they were low
cut and really tight around my ass, but seemed to have
very short legs that were very wide.  Bill then gave
me a pair of short, thick grey socks, and told me to
put my own boots back on - I always wore those
workmen's boots with thick soles.

"Now, Steve", Bill said, "I know how you can move.
But make this sexy, and you'll get a lot of tips.  The
shorts and the T make you look real sexy even when
you're dressed -  the high-cut legs show off your
thighs to perfection, and the T is so tight we can see
your musculature easily.  You'll find that the legs of
the shorts are cut wide so you can easily get them
over those tough-looking boots of yours."

"So this is what you do.  First, you dance around a
bit with all the clothes on.  Then you drop the
shorts, and kick them off.  Some of the guys will
start to cream themselves when they see you in those
tight Lycra boxers and the T, so let them look a good
long time whilst you continue to dance.  Then slowly -
and I mean slowly - peel down the boxers, exposing
your ass a bit at a time, until you've kicked those
off, too."

"Make sure you're dancing around when you slowly peel
that T up over your head - we want everyone to get a
good long look at your stomach muscles as you pull it
up.  And some of the guys really only like to take a
good long stare when they know you can't see them
doing it because your head is inside the T."

"Then, it's up to you - you've got to get out of that
pouch, but as soon as you have, you can finish.  We
really only guarantee to let them glimpse your dick.
You can leave those boots and socks on, as some guys
think seeing a man totally naked except for heavy work
boots is really sexy."

I was going to ask him about the tipping, when the
door opened and the butler came in and said they were
ready for us.  So we went down, with Bill putting an
arm around my shoulder, as if he was protecting me,
almost.

The room we went into was a huge living room, with a
giant stone fireplace against one wall, and a whole
lot of big couches spread around.  There must have
been 20 men in there, and it didn't seem crowded at
all.

As we came in, they started to clap and cheer, then
pushed at some of the couches and sat down so that
they were all in a rough ring around a cleared space
in the centre of the room.

"Gentlemen!",  Bill called out.

"Gentlemen - for your particular pleasure tonight I
have with me Steve, who's going to show you his
dancing skills.  Please be nice to him, as it's the
first time he's ever danced in public.  Although I
understand he's not shy about his body, as he and his
daddy live alone and there's no need for them to be
concerned about covering up because there's a lady in
the house.  So let's give him a big hand...."

He started to clap, and there was more cheering.
Music started, and I advanced into the circle of the
men.

At first I was terrified - I felt my legs going all
wobbly at the sight of all those rich, powerful men
looking at me so closely.  But I soon saw that it was
really me who was in control - their eyes were fixed
on my body as I moved around in front of them, and I
soon realised that if I ran my hands across my chest,
or caressed my ass, or pulled a leg up and rubbed a
hand along my bronzed thigh, they were totally in my
power.

I became more confident, and as I did, the men seemed
to enjoy it more.  I reached down and unbuttoned the
top of the khaki shorts, then slowly peeled them down
and kicked them away.  The men were really watching me
now, and as the music continued to pulse, I bent over
from the waist so that the Lycra boxers were stretched
taught over my ass.  I knew the fabric was almost
translucent when stretched like this, so the men all
got a good eye full of my crack.

I had started by dancing and moving in the centre of
the circle, but as my confidence increased and I
realised they were totally hooked on my performance, I
moved out so that I almost brushed against the
watching men as I slowly peeled down the boxers.

I was working hard, as it was a vigorous dance, and
sweat was breaking out all over me in spite of the
air-conditioned coolness of  the room.  I could feel
it making big, damp patches in my armpits, and my skin
felt damp as I peeled the boxers off.

Wearing heavy boots, a tiny thin pouch and a tight T
was somehow much more sexy than just being naked, and
I could feel my dick start to go hard in the pouch.
It was almost uncomfortable, it was so tight.

I was really into my stride now, and the watching men
were sweating too, now and licking their lips as they
watched me flaunt my almost naked body in front of
them.  I started to peel my T upwards, and,
remembering what Bill had said, took a long time to
get it over my head so they could all get a good look
at my hard belly muscles, and see my nice brown
aureoles emerge from their cover.  I got a strong
smell of my own fresh manly sweat as the T came over
my head, and knew that his must be drifting over the
audience, too.

Once I was free of the T and was just in my boots and
the tiny pouch, I could see the men again.  They were
all on the edges of their seats, craning forwards.  My
dick was actually trying to burst out of the pouch as
I had gone fully erect, and I just knew that a small
patch of pre-cum would be moistening  the thin fabric-
not that anyone would see, as it was so soaked in
sweat anyway.

Bill had said that I should just pull the pouch off
and flash my dick at them and run out of the room, but
I was enjoying myself too much, and I had a thought
about the possible tips.  So I undid the strings at
one side of the pouch, and slowly, ever so slowly, let
it fall away from me.

Free of its constraint, my dick leaped upwards, and
there was a big cheer from the guys.  I decided to
dance on, and the men continued to clap, whistle and
shout as I moved around the circle of them letting my
dick bounce up and down in time to the music.

Having these men watching me so intently was a real
turn-on, and my dick was aching it was so hard.  There
was more I could do, so I bent down and unlaced my
boots - first one, and then the other, ever so slowly
so that I could move around the circle in-between them
as I did it and give all of them a good look at my ass
hole as I bent over.

I shed the boots, then half danced, half hopped around
on first one foot, then the other, to pull off the
socks.  OF course they could see everything as I did
this - my low-hanging balls swinging around, the
muscles in my body stretching, and my shaved ass hole.

I still didn't want to stop, so I moved around the
circle allowing my dick to bounce up and down in front
of all the guys in turn.  I was so turned on that a
thin stream of precum had started to emerge, and this
and the sweat that was now flowing profusely from all
over me was splattering the whole audience.

One man had sat there more impassively than the rest,
and I sensed somehow that he was the chief honcho, so
I focused my attention particularly on him and danced
so close to him that the tip of my dick as almost
touching him.  He fixed me with his hard gaze, and as
our eyes locked I felt a shiver go right through me.

Suddenly, he snapped "Stand still, boy!", and as I
obeyed, almost involuntarily, he reached out and
cupped my balls in the palm of one of his massive
hands, and used the other to stroke my dick. I could
feel his class rings sliding over the surface of my
dick, and his sheer physical and mental dominance
completely overpowered me.  I stood there, trembling,
as he continued to finger my dick and caress my balls,
but then my own body took over and I could feel myself
about to climax.  He must have felt my balls beginning
their contraction as they do when you're about to
ejaculate, because he let go of them, grasped my dick
firmly, and directed it downwards so that the huge
initial spurt of my cum went all down my naked thigh.

He stroked my dick a couple of times, and I had two
more massive spurts, so that my cum was running down
my thigh now and over my knee.  I squirmed and gave
little gasps of pain and pleasure as he did this, as
my dick is real sensitive once I've cum and having
further stimulation almost crosses that fine line
between agony and ecstasy.

Then he let me go, and I stood there in front of him,
panting hard from the effort of dancing, covered in
sweat, with thick ropes of my cum running down my
right leg.

"Don't make a mess on my carpets, boy!", he snapped.
"Get that cum off your leg before it drips down."

With his eyes still locked on mine, I obeyed, and
scraped the cum off my leg  into and over my hand.

He reached out and grasped my wrist in his big
powerful hand, and pulled it closer to him.  I was
forced first to bend over, then to kneel, in front of
him.   Without saying a further word, but still with
his eyes locked on mine, he pushed my hand towards my
mouth, and I realised that he wanted me to lick my cum
off my hand.  I was aware only of seeing him, my own
body panting and straining from my exertions, and the
heady smell of my own cum mixed with the powerful
scent of  the soap he must use for washing his hand.
Dimly, somewhere in the background, I was aware that
the room had gone strangely silent - the music had
stopped, and the men had ceased to clap and cheer - I
was just vaguely aware of the harsh, rasping sounds of
their breathing as they clustered close to watch what
was happening.

Of course I don't mind eating cum, so I licked at my
hand to clean it of as much of it as I could.  Almost
impulsively, I then reached out with my free hand and
grasped his wrist, of the hand that was gripping my
other wrist.  He let go of me, and I pulled his hand
towards my face, bending my head as I did so to
indicate that this was a gesture of subservience.  I
reached out with my cum-slicked tongue, and gently
licked the palm of his hand, tasting as I did his
sweat and the exotic taste of his soap.

Finally, I let go, and remained there in front of him,
on my knees, my head slightly bowed, and my
sweat-slicked body still heaving as I continued to
breathe heavily after my exertions.  I couldn't help
noticing that his crotch was tented and I knew he must
be having a huge erection as he continued to sit and
stare at me.

At once cheering and shouting broke out from all the
other men, and the guy in front of me started to
smile.

"Well, Steve, that was quite a show for a first timer!
 So why don't you relax now, and go and talk to these
other gentlemen for the rest of the evening.  We're
not used to having our dancers stay around like you
did, so I'm sure they will reward you well....."

Actually, I didn't get to talk much to them at all.
What these rich, powerful men wanted was for me to sit
next to them on the couch, or even sit on their knees,
so they could fell the hot warmth of my naked body
against their expensive clothes.  And, of course, most
of them wanted to feel my balls, stroke my dick, and
playfully tweak at my nipples to see my squirm.

Finally, the chief guy came over, led me to a big
armchair, and told me to bend over one of its thick,
tufted arms.  I could feel the rough woollen fabric
pressing into my chest, thighs, and dick, and I
wondered what was going to happen next - surely he
wasn't going to fuck me, in front of all those other
men?

But no - I heard them saying goodnight to each other,
and as each of them left he came past me, pushed my
ass cheeks apart, and stuffed a bill in there.  A few
minutes later Bill appeared in front of me and told me
I could get up.  As I did so, I could feel all those
bills sticking between my cheeks, and reached around
to get them out.  They were all crumpled and
sweat-stained, of course, but I could see that they
were all 100s!  So I had 2000 dollars in tips, plus my
fee - I couldn't believe it.

Bill helped me to collect up all my clothes, and
walked me, still naked, through the luxurious mansion
and out into his SUV.  I was trying to struggle into
the clothes as Bill drove off, but he turned to me and
said

"No point, Steve!  It's a warn night, and it's late so
there's no other traffic.  Just enjoy it - so few guys
are so uninhibited about their bodies as you were the
first time, and it can't make much difference to you
now to remain naked."

He was right - the hot desert air as we drove along
was pleasant, and I liked the sensation of the rich
leather seats against my ass and back.  I liked it
even more when Bill let one hand fall from the
steering wheel and lie casually across my thigh.
Then, when he sensed that I was making no objection,
he let it move so that it was on my dick, then
nestling in the warm moistness between my thighs,
comfortably caressing my balls.

Neither of us spoke as we sped through the night, and
we got back to Bill's in companionable silence.  I
kind of hopped across the sharp gravel between the
parking lot and the door - it's the sort of thing you
don't really consider when you're thinking about
capering about naked, but you soon realise why so many
of those gay porn films set outdoors have the guys
wearing combat boots!

Inside, Bill asked me if I wanted a drink, and I
gulped down a couple of pints of soda to replace all
the sweat I'd lost.  Bill was fussing around, carrying
blankets over to the couch on which he'd told me I'd
sleep, but I was really horny after my performance and
my dick was aching for relief again.

I moved over and stopped Bill.  He didn't seduce me -
I seduced him.  I don't think he'd planned to go to
bed with me, and he had genuinely  intended to just
have me dance, then to sleep on his couch.  But when I
took his hand and moved it down to feel my dick again
and went into a hard erection, I could sense his
excitement.  I put one hand behind his head, and
pressed my lips to his.  I could feel the rough fabric
of his clothes, and the sharpness of his buttons
against my nakedness as he reached around me with both
arms and hugged me close to him,  and then we were
shuffling towards his bedroom, mouths locked to each
other and tongues frantically beating away.

We fell onto the bed, and between us we almost tore
Bill's clothes off. At first, I was a bit surprised:
I was only used to seeing and feeling the hard, lean,
muscled bodies of dad and Jase, and Bill was quite
different.  He wasn't fat, just not hard - he must
have been about forty, and the years of sitting behind
a desk running the bar had left him just, I suppose,
normal.  I now know I was lucky that first time with a
relative stranger, as so many guys of that age are
flabby and fat, and that would probably have been a
real turn off.  As it was , it was actually exotic to
have his totally different body pressed against mine.

Bill was a really great lover.  He kissed me and
caressed me, and was driving me wild with the way his
lips and teeth nipped at me and sucked me - I never
knew how many sensitive parts of my body I had! Don't
get me wrong - dad and Jase were great at fucking, but
they just didn't do all this foreplay.  We rolled and
writhed around on the bed, moaning and shouting, and
Bill encouraged me to explore his body in the same way
he was doing mine.  I discovered the power  that a
sharp pair of teeth gives you to pleasure the guy
you're with, and we were soon both helpless with
shouting and laughter as we thrashed around together.


My dick was helplessly hard, and precum was leaking
out in long stringy drools.  As I explored him with my
fingers and my mouth, I realised Bill was the same and
I sucked eagerly at his delicious precum.  I couldn't
bear it any longer - as we tussled together, I turned
Bill to lie face down on the bed, then thrust my dick
into him.

When dad and I fucked, he was usually always the top
but with Bill I never gave him the choice - I simply
used my young muscles to flip him over, and then held
his neck down onto the bed whilst I thrust into him.

He shouted with the pain - in my frenzy I'd forgotten
how important it is to relax the guy and get him
properly lubed, and all that there was between us now
was the thick coating of sweat in his ass crack and
the sticky precum on my dick.  I stopped at once, of
course, and lay forward so my hot chest was pressed
into his sweaty back so I could whisper "Sorry!" Into
his ear.

I then gently rocked backwards and forwards in and out
of him, and felt his ass muscles responding by
gripping my dick tightly.  Bill was moaning gently, in
time with my motion, and  it could have gone on almost
for ever - but my youthful body had a mind of its own,
and I couldn't stop myself from shooting a huge load
of cum deep inside him, long before I was ready to
stop.

I collapsed forwards onto Bill, and nibbled at his
ear, mumbling I don't know what .  We lay there
together, for what seemed like hours but was probably
only a few minutes, and then I pulled out of him and
went to clean up.  As I stood there sponging myself
down, I realised what I wanted to do - I wanted to
fuck men and not just lie there and be fucked.  Of
course I'd let dad do what he wanted, but for choice,
in future I was going to be top.

When I came back into the bedroom, Bill was lying in
bed, his hairy chest emerging above the sheets.  He
gestured for me to get in and lie by him, but I needed
to show him who was in control now.  So  I stripped
the sheet back off him, and looked at his naked body
displayed in front of me.  He was erect - I suppose
because he hadn't had the opportunity to cum yet.  I
guessed he wanted me to jerk him off, or perhaps even
lower my hole over his rampant prick.  Or perhaps he
thought it would be his turn now to fuck me.

Instead, much to his surprise, I leapt lightly to
straddle his body with my knees on either side of his
ribs.  I could feel his hot hairy chest against my ass
hole, and it felt good.  I wriggled forward so that my
knees were on his shoulders, then told him, quite
roughly, to open his mouth.

Even though I had only cum a few minutes before, I
fucked his mouth until  I came again, keeping him
pinned to the bed with my knees, and ignoring his
attempts to make me stop, until I shot a last load
deep into his throat.

"Now I've had both ends of you, Bill", I said
cheerily.  "That just shows you what a great stud I'm
going to be when I grow up!".

"Now it's your turn", I continued.  "You've seen me in
action, and I want to see what you can do.  Jerk
yourself off."

"No, Steve - I always fuck the boys I being here."

"Well, I'm not like the others.  You've got to
understand that I'm special, and if I tell you to jerk
yourself off, that's what you'll do.  My ass is
reserved for a few very special people, and you don't
number amongst them.  Now - get jerking, else I'll
take you up the ass again, and I think you're sore
from my last onslaught...."

Bill could clearly see that I meant what I said,
because after only a moment's hesitation he reached
down and started to jerk himself off.  I enjoyed
seeing this man, who had previously been in control of
me, now so completely under my power.  He worked away
at his dick, and I just squatted by the side of him,
watching.  I could tell he was embarrassed by this,
but I wanted him to really understand who now held the
power in our relationship so I just stared at him,
quite impassively, until with a little cry he shot his
load and it wet the thick hair on his belly.

"Good, Bill.  Now, get up and go and sleep on the
couch - I want to get some sleep, and I don't want to
have to share the bed with anyone tonight.  I thought
he would refuse, but he meekly got out of the bed and
went back into the office area where the bedding he
had got out for me was still lying.  I now knew he was
in my power, and as I drifted into sleep I wondered
how I could use this to best advantage dad and me.


End of part 10.  To be continued.