Date: Sun, 15 Sep 2002 08:52:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: Stripper - Part 11

STRIPPER!

Part  11

By Pete Brown (petebrownuk @ yahoo.com)

Read all of Pete's stories in
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I made several more visits to Albuquerque in the next
couple of months, and each time I did much the same
thing - prancing around naked in front of a group of
much older guys, in a way they hadn't seen before. I
usually jerked myself off as part of the act, and I
found I learned to tell from  the expression on the
guys' faces as I jerked myself those who did, and
those who did not, like cum.  I then usually let the
cum flow onto one of the guys, and was often rewarded
by a much larger tip.

At one very special party there were only three men,
and they didn't want me to dance at all - they just
wanted me to lie on a table in front of them whilst
they jerked me off - much less hard work than dancing,
and the pay was just the same.

One advantage of these trips was that I got to
practice my fucking techniques on Bill - dad didn't
let me fuck him often enough so that I felt really
confident in practising a variety of strokes - slow
and smooth, crashing smashes so that my pubic mound
hammered into his ass, and so on.  But with Bill I had
the perfect opportunity - as long as I fucked him at
all, he seemed to be happy, and abjectly grateful for
the attention I showed him.  So I used him as my own
very special test bed, and felt that I could do almost
anything to him that I wanted.  He was so pathetically
grateful to have me touch his body at all, he didn't
seem to mind how I abused his ass.

The money was  really piling up - dad and I were both
earning, now, but I knew that I was actually doing
better than dad with my private shows for the very
rich.  In fact, the money that dad was making was
actually decreasing - he asked Bill why this was, and
Bill explained that the women clients in the show bar
longed for fresh meat, and that after a time they
simply stopped giving the regular performers as much
money.

"In fact, Joe", Bill went on, "I'm going to have to
retire you in after another few performances - I've
got a couple of new men I need to introduce to the
show to keep it 'fresh', and I have to work on the
principle of the one who's been here the longest has
to leave...."

"Jesus, Bill!  You know I need the money.  Isn't there
anything I can do?"

"Joe, it's not me, it's the audience.  Here in
Albuquerque there aren't that many tourists as there
are in somewhere like Vegas.  There, there's a fresh
crop of ladies in the audience every week, so they get
no chance to tire of seeing your dick.  But here,
we're mostly a local trade, and the women need to have
a constant procession of new bodies, and new dicks."

"Fucking hell, Bill!  You know I'm trying to raise the
money for Steve's college.  What can I do?"

"Well, you could move to Vegas....   I know a  guy
there who runs the cabaret at one of the show bars,
and with my recommendation and your body, it shouldn't
be too much of a problem to get a job."

"No - I don't want to move.  I want Steve to finish
his education without changing schools."

"Well then, as an alternative, there is another
audience you haven't tried...."

"What's that?"

"The gay set.  They like to see men peeling off their
clothes even more than those women do.  You'd be
'fresh' there, and good for several more months."

"You can't be serious..."

"Why not?  You're always telling me you work naked
down that mine of yours, so why should you mind
showing your body to an audience that would be
properly appreciative?  You're wasting yourself in
front of those gals - they really only look at your
dick, whereas with the ay crowd here in town,
everything is appreciated.  They are much more like
connoisseurs of male flesh, and will truly appreciate
a stud like you.  They don't just look at your dick,
you know - they look at all your muscles and how they
move.  You're a great dancer, and I know there are big
audiences here who'd like to really scrutinise you as
you perform."

"Well, I don't know....  It's one thing to go around
naked with all your mates, when you're all working
that way.  It's another to have to prance around with
a lot of clothed men leering at me."

"You're not anti-gay are you, Joe?"

"No, of course not.  Although I was married to Steve's
mother, I have good sessions with my buddy Jase and I
like my dick up another guy's ass as much as the next
man does.  It's not that I mind appearing in front of
gays - I'd rather have them in the audience as, as you
say, they really understand a guy's body.  It's just
the idea of dancing in front of men at all is a bit
strange."

"Well, strange or not, you've got to do it if you want
to keep pulling in those stack of dollars..."

"I suppose you're right.  Can you get me a booking?"

"I can do better than that, Joe.  Why not strike
whilst the idea is hot in your mind, and go on to
dance at a gay club after you've done your slot here
at the show bar for women?"

So dad did two shows that night.  I watched, with
Bill, as he did his dance in front of the bar full of
men, although he ended up naked and not wearing the
little posing pouch as he did for the women.  None of
"my" clients seemed to be in the audience as this was
just the normal Saturday night-at-the-bar crowd, and
not he select groups for whom I usually performed.

Afterwards, as he was showering before we set of for
the long drive home, I asked dad how it had been.

"Fine, Steve - you know, Bill is right - it is better
to dance for a group of guys.  They're a much better
audience, and I really felt they were interested in my
body.  Those women really only wanted to see my dick,
and they didn't get to do that, really, whereas these
guys really seem to understand what it is to be a man,
and to have a man's body.  I'd much rather dance for
them, and I'm going to call Bill and tell him 'no more
women'.  I'm only going to work the gay bars in
future."

So we went on - dad worked the casual crowds in the
gay bars, and I performed for my rich, select groups.
We made about the same, overall, I think, although of
course I couldn't tell dad what I was doing as I
didn't want to demean the efforts he was making for
me.

Commencement was coming closer, though, and I knew my
opportunities for making money were running out.
Whilst we were watching dad one night, I asked him how
we could raise a whole lot more cash, and he said that
what his "private" audiences really wanted was to see
fantastic, raunchy sex, performed by great-bodied,
well hung men.  If only I could persuade dad to fuck
someone in front of them, he could make a whole heap
of money.

So on the way home I asked dad about it, and he seemed
OK - after all, as he pointed out, he liked fucking
men, and there was nothing to be ashamed of about
doing it in front of other men if both of the guys
concerned were happy with it.

"A fuck's a fuck, after all", dad said.  "It's between
you and the other guy.  As long as you're both
enjoying it, what does it matter if the whole world
watches?  It's just good healthy exercise for the two
guys concerned, and there's no harm in doing that in
public."

"So are you going to try to interest Jase in going up
to Albuquerque with you?"

"No, Steve, I don't think I can.  He's always hanging
around his ex now, and their kid, and he has less and
less time for us.  In fact, I think he might get back
together with her if that fat freak she's hitched to
would only disappear.   Of course he enjoys fucking
with us when he's got the time - like a lot of men, he
doesn't mind going with a woman, but likes a good man
too from time to time.  But I don't think he'll want
to perform in public.  I'll just tell  Bill I'll fuck
with any of the guys who want to - they've all got
nice bodies, after all."

"Are you going to fuck them. Dad, or will they fuck
you?"

"Well you know I like to top, Steve.  But with the
right guy, I don't mind bottoming.  So I guess we'll
take it turn and turn about."

Well, for the next couple of weeks dad did just that -
he and another guy would strip each other, then fuck
each other.  It struck me as slightly boring, as
where's the real pleasure in seeing a guy's cock
pistoning in and out of another's ass?  Much better to
be actually doing it!  But I suppose for the audience
it was a whole lot better than just watching a porno
movie - at least in the flesh you got the drops of
sweat flying off dad and the other guy as they went at
it, heard their little grunts of passion as they
ploughed in and then shot their load, and smelt the
faint odour of cum as the guys stripped their condoms
off and let the um trickle to the floor when they'd
finished.

After a few times, Bill came up to dad as he and his
partner of that night were showering and said "Either
of you two guys interested in a fantasy scene next
Saturday?"

"A fantasy?"

"Yes - you act out some story or other.  For example,
you have a mock fight, then one of you  overpowers and
ties up the other, then strips and rapes him.  A lot
of the audience prefer hat sort of thing to the
straight vanilla fucking you've been doing.  And it
pays a lot more!"

"What the hell - if the pay's better, I'm your man!",
dad said at once.  "Who makes it all up?  Do I have to
learn any lines or anything?"

"No, Joe.  Just turn up as usual next Saturday, and
everything will be ready."

During the week I cot a call from Bill, and he asked
me how much I wanted to earn a really big pile of
cash.  I of course said a whole lot, and he shocked me
then by saying that he had a select group of clients
who would pay really big money to see a father fuck
his son.  It sounded sick to me - after all, fathers
and sons should love each other and experience each
other's bodies, but that's quite different from
letting a whole lot of other guys watch.  Relations
between a dad and son should be private, I think.  But
as we talked some more, Bill made it sound much more
reasonable:  he pointed out what dad had said the
previous week about not really caring who watched, as
a fuck was just a fuck, after all.  Was it so
different if the two guys were brothers,  or cousins,
or even father and son?

There didn't seem to be and answer to that, but I told
Bill that I never thought dad would agree.  After all,
I though he'd be very cross if he knew that I'd been
stripping, and performing, and there was just no way
that he would fuck me in public.  Actually, I didn't
mind at all, but I just thought that dad wasn't ready
to go there yet.

"If you're willing, let me worry about that, Steve",
Bill said reassuringly, and hung up.

That Saturday we drove to Albuquerque as usual, but
instead at stopping at the club, Bill got in with us
and directed us to another of the luxurious mansions
if the rich suburbs.

We went inside, and were directed to a room where
there was one of dad's colleagues already getting out
of his street clothes and putting on a Marine's
uniform.  There was another one there, too, and Bill
told dad to put it on.  Then he, Bill, changed into
some sort of officer's uniform, with a lot of leather
straps and the like.

"The scenario we're playing out is that you to men
have been captured, and I'm the officer in charge of
interrogating you.  I make you strip off your
uniforms, then I handcuff and blindfold you.  I tell
you that because you have not answered all my
questions, you're going to be made to fuck each other,
and then I'll lead Steve over, and he'll perform - the
audience will like to think it's all forced, will be
turned on by the cuffs, and I will have to guide your
dick up the ass, Steve, as you'll be blindfold and
cuffed.  It will be a real turn on for them, and
they'll pay heavily.  OK?"

"Well.... I guess so.....", dad relied.

Anyway, that's how it went, at least for the first
part of the scene.  Dad and the other guy were told to
strip by Bill, and the watching men all enjoyed them
doing one of their "regular" performances to end up
naked except for their socks and combat boots.  Bill
then fussed around and put plastic handcuffs on them
to hold their hands behind their backs, and reached up
and blindfolded dad - in the scene, he was supposed to
blindfold both of them, but at this point he deviated
from the agreed script and waved dad's partner away.

He then gestured for me to come in to the room, and
there was a little appreciative gasp from the
audience, who were "in the know".  I quickly took all
my clothes off, and  under Bill's direction, went and
lay face down on a small table, with my feet on the
floor and my legs spread wide.

"So, marine", Bill then said, back in the scene again,
"Now you are going to fuck your poor comrade."

Bill  went over to dad, and grabbed hold of his dick,
stroking at it to make it erect.  He used it as a
handle to pull dad across the room, whilst the
audience cheered, and positioned him behind me.

"Right, marine, are you ready?"

"No!"

"Yes.  You will do it, or I will punish you both
severely."

Bill reached down, and positioned the tip of dad's
dick at my hole.  I felt it's familiar warmth touching
me, and was reassured.

I heard a sharp slap, and guessed that Bill had
slapped dad's ass to get him gong, because he thrust
into me quite suddenly and without his usual slow
smooth entrance.

Then he fucked me.  It was much the same as usual - I
felt dad's lovely dick sliding in and out of me, and
felt its delicious warmth as it ploughed my ass.  I
did what I usually did, and tightened my muscles
around it as it pistoned in and out, to give dad as
much pleasure as possible, and I heard him groan
faintly with the pleasure of it.

Then I heard Bill command "Halt!"

Dad stopped, as I guessed he was into the role by now.

"Pull out!", commanded Bill, and I felt dad withdraw
from me.

"You Yankee pigs are effeminate women", Bill went on
in his role as the mythical commander.  "Real men do
not use your disgusting condoms, except to prevent
women making babies.  Real men fuck each other bare
back.  Ho dare you take part in this with one of those
condoms on."

I heard some shuffling, and that little "snap" as you
finally pull a condom off your dick.

"Now, Yankee dog, start fucking again.  But this time,
as real men do!"

Dad started to protest, as I guessed he thought he was
going back into his fellow stripper, and he'd always
wear protection when it wasn't with me or Jase."

"Silence!, Yankee pig", roared Bill, magnificently in
role, and he must have pulled and pushed at dad
because as he entered me again, I felt that oh so
familiar hot sensual flesh glide in to my sphincter.

Dad fucked and fucked - usually, he was quite gentle
with me, but on this occasion he really slammed in to
me as if he was truly angry about something.  Then I
heard him give a shout of "Jesus Christ....", and felt
him stop.  I knew he must have cum, and wished it was
true what they write in all that bad porn on the net -
I'd love to actually feel a load shooting up inside
me, but of course you don't, you just have to rely on
your partner's reactions to tell you he's done it.

Well, to cut a long story short, dad was really pissed
off when Bill pulled the blindfold away and he saw
he'd fucked me in front of that audience.  He started
to shout all sorts of things about the way he was
going to punish me when we got home, and I think that
only served to turn on the watching men!  I think they
would all have liked to take me home and give me a
good hiding, too.

In one of the luxurious bathrooms afterwards, dad
turned his back on me and wouldn't let me wash his
dick when I climbed into the shower with him.

"I'm pissed off at you, Steve!", he snapped.  "Don't
think you can make it up to me by a bit of caressing
and play in the shower."

"Look, dad, I'm sorry... But I know how hard you were
working to get me to college, and this seemed like
such a good idea:  we've made more money here in one
night than in a couple of months normally.   I didn't
want you to have to keep on doing all these drives to
Albuquerque, and I though that if we just did this
once or twice...."

"NO!  I'm not going to fuck my own son in public."

"But why not, dad?  You're happy to fuck the other
guys in public, and you fuck me in private.  I don't
see the difference.  I don't mind appearing, honest...
I chose to, after all."

"No, Steve."

"Frankly, dad, I think you're being ridiculous.  How
can anything that two guys choose to do together not
be all right?  If I want to let those men pay to see
me getting fucked, and if you're happy to take the
money, too... Why not...?"

Well, we went on and on, all the way home.  We didn't
finish, and that night dad turned his back on me in
bed and made no attempt to help me fold my body
against his.  I just had to lie there with his
muscular back towards me, and make do as best I could
with cupping myself around his ass.  I didn't think
I'd better push my luck by reaching over and playing
with his dick, or in trying to get my dick between his
ass cheeks - he  was really pissed off at me, and I
didn't want to make it even worse.

He was in a right mood at breakfast, too.

"Look, Steve, whatever the rights or wrongs of us
fucking, and whatever the rights and wrongs of doing
it for money, in public, what you did was absolutely
wrong.  You tricked and cheated me, knowingly and
willingly."

"But dad..."

"No buts.  You were wrong, and I think you know it."

"Look dad, I'm sorry.  I just hate to see you working
so hard, and I wanted to help.  I knew you'd never
agree, so I worked this thing out with Bill... It
seemed a good idea at the time."

"Son, I want you to get a college education so that in
years to come you won't have to disport your body for
a lot of men to watch."

"But I don't think of it  like that, dad.  I can't see
anything wrong with it - if it turns them on, and if
it doesn't cause any harm, why not?  I enjoy it...."

"You enjoy WHAT, Steve...?"

So I told dad about how I'd been stripping and jerking
off in public, and after a few minutes of real anger
that I'd done it without telling him, he began to see
that my motives were good.

He got up to pour himself another cup of coffee, and I
remained seated at the table, all hunched up, as I was
so miserable at having pissed dad off.   The next
moment he folded his arms around me,  pressed his face
close to mine and said

"Steve... You're incredible!  I can't think of any
other son who'd do things like this for his dad!  I
accept you were trying to help... But next time, let's
talk about it first, OK?"

"Next time... So there will be a next time, dad?  And
you will TALK about it, and not just say 'NO'?"

Dad just grinned.

Well, we did do it again in public, for huge sums of
money.  We talked about it a lot, and dad was very
unwilling. But I did persuade him.  And, do you know
what... When we said that I would fuck dad, they all
paid up again, more, to see me plough his magnificent
ass.  I could just tell that a lot of the guys in the
audience shot their loads into their pants when I
pushed dad down on his back, told him to grab his
ankles, then went at him quite forcefully!   It's
strange, really - most of them were probably married,
with sons:  if they liked watching a father and son
fuck, why didn't they do it themselves?  It's much
more fund doing it, rather than watching it!

I wish I could tell you good news of Jase, though.
I'd hoped he would move in with dad whilst I'm away at
college, but instead he's moved to Albuquerque.  As
dad drove me to the airport , we stopped by... Jase
was out there in the front yard with the lawn mower
wearing really tiny shorts and nothing else - we
wanted to talk, but he waved us away after a couple of
minutes, saying that his ex would be cross if she
thought men were talking to him!  Poor guy - to be so
under the control of a cow of a woman like that.

College is great, but I do worry about dad.  Of course
there's a lot of opportunity to go with young guys
like myself, but, frankly, they're boring.  I'm lucky
to have found a job with an escort agency, and they
pay really well to go with a really young stud like
me, college boy and all.  Of course I don't let them
fuck me - I'm really into topping now, and it's really
amusing to see how these rich, powerful guys obey me
as soon as we get into the bedroom.

I love the vacations, though - back to the cabin,  and
back to dad.  It's good to relax totally, give p
worrying about work and sex, and just let dad take me
over completely as he did in the old days.

THE END