Date: Mon, 25 Jul 2011 20:49:06 -0400
From: spider3x3.excite <spider3x3@excite.com>
Subject: BIRTHDAY SURPRISES
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BIRTHDAY SURPRISES
by TY SHANNON
I sat in the easy chair in the motel room occasionally
flipping the channels, as if I were looking for something
interesting on TV. But what I was really doing was watching in the
mirror as Larry began to undress.
He sat on the edge of the bed and tugged his sneakers off, and
his socks quickly followed. Then he stood up and stripped the tank
top off over his head. Larry was about 5'10" and 160 pounds, so
he was not really big. But his body looked great -- tight and
muscular, like a gymnast. His shoulders and arms rippled as he
tossed the shirt onto the bed, and the dim light in the motel room
actually highlighted the cords in his abdomen. Larry and I had
been seeing each other for over three years, but my dick still
responded every time I saw him without a shirt -- and it started to
again.
He tugged open the fly on his 501 jeans. They were pretty tight,
so he had to work them down over his hips, and his ass slowly
emerged into view. Once the jeans were down past his knees he was
able to slip them off, and he tossed them on the bed. He was
wearing bikini shorts, as usual, and after a moment he stripped them
off also.
My cock got harder as I looked at his ass. He has the most
beautiful ass I have ever seen on a guy -- firm and nicely rounded,
and almost hairless. His back was darkly tanned, and the contrast
against the white of his ass cheeks was incredibly erotic. My mouth
started to water.
As he threw the shorts onto the bed, he turned and looked at
himself in the mirror -- and saw that I was watching him. He
smiled and blew me a kiss, and said, "You like what you see?"
"You know I do." As I gazed at his form in the mirror, I could
see the light patch of hair on his chest, and the thin line of hair
that led down his stomach to the brown forest surrounding his soft dick.
He raised his arms and placed his hands behind his head, and
tightened his muscles -- arms, stomach and legs -- and posed for me.
I burst out laughing, "You fucker! You want me to come over there
and rape you?"
He laughed, too. "Not really, but that's an idea for later."
He turned sideways to the mirror and tightened his buttocks, and I
could see the dimples in his ass cheeks -- God, I loved that! And
he knew it! He smiled and stuck his tongue out at me briefly. "I'm
gonna take a shower. Wanna join me?"
"Sure." He went into the bathroom and started the water
running, while I stood up and quickly undressed. I had actually
taken a shower earlier that morning, but I would never turn down
a chance to be in the shower with him.
When I entered the bathroom he was already in the shower, so I
slid the curtain aside at the back of the tub and joined him. His
back was towards me, and I moved up against him and put my arms
around him, kissing the back of his neck as the water splashed
over us. My cock was half-hard from watching him undress, and I
pushed it tightly against his beautiful ass. He moaned quietly and
thrust his hips back to meet me, and we just stood there under the
steaming shower for a few moments.
Finally I broke free, and he changed places with me so I could
be right under the shower. When I was thoroughly wet, I picked up
the soap and turned back to face him. I worked up some lather on my
hands and began to soap his body -- his neck and shoulders, down and
under his arms, and his chest and stomach. I was in no hurry -- I
loved the slick feel of his tight muscles under my roving fingers.
My cock was now fully erect, and his was getting there.
I worked on down his legs -- front and back, down to his feet
and back up. Then between his legs, taking lots of time on his hard
cock and balls. He leaned forward and kissed me through the
splashing water, and I squeezed his dick in response.
Then he turned around and I soaped over his back and waist, and
finally down to his twin ass cheeks. I washed and massaged them for
several minutes, and into the crack between them; and he pushed his
ass back against my probing hands. But finally I moved up tight
against him and let my rigid cock slide down his slippery crack,
while I reached around in front of him and gave his throbbing prick
one more long squeeze. Then we changed places so he could get under
the shower and rinse off.
When he was ready, he dropped to his knees and quickly took my
hot cock into his mouth and sucked on it. Too soon he pulled off,
and then stood and soaped me up, being especially thorough with my
cock and balls. When he finished we changed places again, and he
stepped out of the shower while I rinsed off. He swatted at me
through the shower curtain, which surprised the hell out of me and
made me jump. He laughed, so I splashed some water over the top of
the curtain at him.
Shortly I shut the water off and stepped out, and we helped
each other to dry off. Then we walked back into the bedroom. I put
my arms around him and pulled him against me, and kissed him. Our
hard dicks were forced together, pressed between our bodies, while
our tongues explored. After a couple minutes I reached down and
grasped his big cock, and whispered to him, "Want me to do something
about that?"
He smiled and whispered back, "Let's save it for later."
My tongue slid across his lips. "Mmmmm. You're gonna make me wait."
He kissed me again. "Mmmmm. It'll be even better later."
"I know. But if my dick doesn't go down, I may not be able to
get dressed." And we both laughed.
With that we stepped apart and dressed for dinner.
It was early on a Friday evening, and we had planned a big
weekend trip to celebrate his birthday -- he was 26 now, but only
looked about 20. The plan was for dinner in the motel restaurant
tonight, and driving up to Niagara Falls tomorrow. But we had no
firm schedule, so we were not in a hurry about anything.
When we were dressed I dug into my overnight bag, and brought
out a small package and handed it to him. "Happy Birthday,
Larry."
His eyes lit up, and he kissed me. "Thank you. But I
thought we were gonna wait till later."
"I know -- we'll do it later, too. But I wanted you to have
this now."
He opened it and took out the gold chain. "OOHHH! It's
beautiful." He kissed me again, long and hard. "I love you."
"I love you, too." Then I helped him fasten it around his
neck. His shirt was open at the throat, and the chain gleamed in
the dim light.
When we were ready, we went into the restaurant and had dinner.
It was an excellent restaurant that served fine steaks, with
home-made bread and apple butter. And the place sat up on a hill,
with a tremendous view of the surrounding countryside. It was a
delightful meal.
We both ate too much, of course, and afterward we went outside
for a brief walk. It was a nice summer evening, just turning dusk,
and he suggested, "Let's go back to town and check out the carnival
we saw when we drove up here."
"Good idea." So we jumped in the car and he drove back into
town. Since we didn't know our way around, it took us a little
while to find the carnival. But once there, we walked through the
midway and played a few games, and he won a stuffed animal that he
gave me. He told me about the two summers when he worked in a
carnival just like this, and learned all about how the games worked.
We also took a ride on the ferris wheel and got a great view of the
darkened town, now awash with lights. But finally we left.
This was a small, rural, red-neck town, but there was a bigger
city just 20 minutes away, so we drove there and went to a small gay
bar that I knew about. It was a really dingy neighborhood, but
inside the bar was neat and clean. Even though it was Friday night,
the place was not very crowded.
When we were inside, Larry gave me the car keys -- he likes to
do most of the driving, but when we go into a bar he drinks more
than I do, so I always drive home. We had a few beers and played
several games of pool with two cute girls. I was pretty sure they
were gay, but it took a while before Larry finally agreed with me.
About midnight we decided we'd had enough of the place, and
left. I drove out onto the Interstate highway and headed back
towards the motel. I could tell that Larry had a pretty good buzz
from the alcohol, so after a few minutes I placed my hand on his
thigh and suggested, "Why don't you put the seat back?"
He didn't say anything, but did as I asked, and then raised his
arms over his head. I caressed his thigh some, and then let my hand
slide over onto his crotch. I could feel that his cock was
beginning to stiffen -- he probably had an idea of what I was
thinking about. I told him, "Why don't you take your pants down,
so I can see that beautiful dick?"
He smiled in the semi-darkness. "Oooohhh! This could be
exciting." He opened his jeans and slid them down to his knees,
along with his shorts, and lay back again and spread his legs. I
looked over at him briefly, and could make out the whiteness of his
skin and his huge dick standing up in the night air. So I reached
over and started playing with it and stroking it, as we cruised down
the highway. I ran my hand over his tight stomach and through the
hair around his cock.
We passed a couple cars but he didn't seem to notice. But I
was familiar with one of his fantasies, so when I saw that we were
coming up behind a big tractor-trailer, I alerted him, "See
what's up ahead?"
He lifted his head and looked. "OOOhhhh! You fucker!" But
he lay back and thrust his hips up towards my hand. He gets a real
rush from being exposed like this in the car and letting a trucker
see him.
As we approached the truck, I asked, "Shall I turn the light on
for a minute, and give him a good look?"
"MMMMmmm, yeah! Do that!" So I slowly pulled up beside
the truck, and when I was parallel with the cab I turned on the
overhead light and held the car alongside for a minute. I stroked
his cock slowly, and could feel it surge from his excitement. But
then I turned the light out and sped on ahead. Larry responded,
"Wow! That was great!"
"I know." We had done this a couple times before. It doesn't
do anything special for me, but he loves it. We just have to be
careful where we do it.
But then we heard the trucker give three blasts on his air horn,
and we both burst out laughing. The driver saw, and he liked it.
Then Larry sat up quickly. "Let's do something else!" He
reached over and opened my pants, and pulled my half-hard cock out
into the open. "Slow down a little." I did, and the truck started
to get closer. He stroked my dick till it was hard. "Pull out into
the passing lane and let him come up alongside us again." I did what
he asked, while he got up on his knees on the seat. He turned to
face me, and then bent down and started sucking on my cock, with his
naked ass up in the air right next to his window. He pulled up
briefly, "When he's along side us, flip the light on again for a
minute." He went back down on me, and I slowed to let the truck come
up beside us. Then I flicked the light on again. We heard three
more blasts from the air horn, and Larry jammed his throat down onto
my throbbing cock. But after a couple minutes I turned the light
off and drove on ahead.
Larry rose up and sat back in his seat. "God, that really
turns me on!"
"It sure does."
But we were getting pretty close to the motel, so we both fixed
our pants. I pulled into the parking lot, and when we got out he
asked, "Wanna go into the bar for a quick drink?"
I smiled at him. "I'd just as soon go right up to the room.
I want to do things to your body."
"OOOhhh! I like that idea!"
So we went into the room, and after a quick trip to the
bathroom, we both undressed to our shorts. He lay down on the bed
while I got out a couple more packages for his birthday, and we sat
on the bed while he opened them. One was a fancy Buffalo Bills
sweat shirt -- that's his team -- and he really liked it. The other
package was very small, and he took out the little piece of cloth
and looked at it for a minute before he realized what it was.
"WOW! A G-string! I love it! I've gotta try it on."
He jumped off the bed, quickly stripped off his shorts, and
pulled the G-string snugly up into his crotch. Larry has always
preferred bikini shorts, mostly because they show off his gorgeous
ass. The G-string was solidly made, from a shiny green material,
and had a single strap up the back which fitted nicely into the
crack of his ass. He turned so he could see his ass in the large
mirror -- his naked twin cheeks were incredibly highlighted by the
green waist band and the strap disappearing down into his crack. He
licked his lips. "Shit! That is sexy!"
I had to laugh. "It sure is!" My cock was already hard
inside my shorts from watching him.
He jumped onto the bed and pushed me down on my back. Then he
lay down on top of me, thrust his crotch tightly against mine, and
gave me a long, hard kiss. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!"
And we kissed again.
But finally he rolled off at my side and ran his hand down to
my shorts, and caressed my hard dick through the cloth. He
hesitated for a couple minutes, and then said, "I have an idea,
Walt. I know we were planning to go to Niagara Falls tomorrow, but
let's go to Baltimore instead."
"Baltimore? Why Baltimore?"
"There's a bar there that I wanta show you."
I thought about that for a minute. "Baltimore is probably 6
hours from here. That's a long way to go to visit a bar."
"I know, but it'll be worth it. Trust me. I've got a
surprise for you when we get there."
I thought about it a little longer, but decided I didn't really
care where we went, as long as we spent the weekend together. So I
kissed him and told him, "Okay. It's your birthday, and if that's
where you want to go, that's what we'll do."
"Great!"
With that, he got up on his knees and dropped his head down to
my shorts. He licked and chewed at my hard prick through the cloth
for a minute, but then sat back up. "Fuck that! I want the real
thing." He quickly stripped my shorts off and leaned back down,
sliding his mouth onto my cock. Then he started sucking on it --
up and down -- up and down -- for a long time. I looked down at
his head -- I loved to see my dick sliding in and out of his mouth.
Then I let my head fall back, and I lay there and caressed his ass
cheeks with my hand while he worked on my prick.
But eventually his mouth got tired and he sat up. He still had
the green G-string on, so I had him stand up while I got down on my
knees in front of him. I grabbed his naked ass cheeks with both
hands and pulled his crotch against my face. I moaned in my throat
and rubbed my lips against the bulge. God, I wanted his cock! Then
I used my teeth to carefully start pulling the G-string downwards.
First the head of his cock came into view and I licked at it
briefly. Then I pulled the shorts down farther and exposed the
rigid shaft. This was exciting, but I couldn't wait any longer -- I
grasped the waist band with my fingers and quickly stripped the
G-string off. His big dick stood out proudly from his abdomen. I
held it still with one hand and ran my tongue over it -- licked
around the shaft and across the head, and probed at the slit.
Then I wrapped my lips around it and slowly -- slowly -- slid
it into my mouth. I took as much as I could and just held it there,
and ran my tongue around it some more. I loved the velvety feel of
his hot skin in my mouth. Then I grasped his ass cheeks again and
pulled at his waist, forcing his cock to fuck my mouth -- in and out
-- in and out. He rested one hand on the back of my head, and
thrust with his hips to help. He said, "You really get into this,
don't you?"
My mouth was full so I just nodded my head a little.
"MMMMMMmmmmm!!" My hands tugged at his ass and my fingers played
with his asshole. I don't know why, but it really turns me on to
play with his ass like this! My cock throbbed as I thought about
what this must look like -- but all I could see was his tight
abdomen in front of my face and his pulsing shaft as it plunged in
and out of my mouth.
But finally his hands grabbed my head and pulled me off, and I
stood up. He kissed me. "That's great, Walt, but I don't wanta
come that way."
"What would you like? It's your birthday and we'll do it
however you want."
He kissed me again and whispered, "I want you to fuck me."
That was a pleasant surprise -- he is normally not into getting
fucked unless he's pretty wasted, which he wasn't. I kissed him
back. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah." So I gently pushed him down onto the bed and rolled him
over onto his stomach. Then I got out a jar of grease and climbed
up between his spread legs. I massaged his ass cheeks some, and
toyed with his asshole with a finger.
"Just remember to relax the muscles," I reminded him.
"Mmm-Hmm." His head was resting on his arms and his eyes were
closed, waiting for me. So I put some grease on one finger and
spread his cheeks with my other hand. I swirled the finger around
his sphincter a few times, and then pushed it slowly. His ass
pulled away a little, but I kept pushing -- and my finger popped
into him. He made a face. "OOOhhh. Easy." I stopped for a minute,
and then pushed harder and my finger slid easily into his ass. I
paused to let him adjust to it, and then stroked my finger in and
out a few times.
Then I let it slip out, got some more grease, and slid two
fingers into him. I saw his buttocks clench up and felt the
pressure on my fingers. "Just relax, Larry." He concentrated, and
the pressure went away. So I pushed my fingers into him until my
hand was pressed tightly against his ass cheeks. Then I fucked him
with my fingers for several minutes, warming him up, and soon his
ass was thrusting back against my hand.
I leaned down and kissed the back of his neck. "You ready for
it, Larry?"
"Hmmmmm, yeah. Just go easy." So I slipped my fingers out and
greased up my throbbing cock. Then I moved up closer to him so my
dick was positioned at his ass. I leaned forward on one hand and
positioned my cock at his sphincter, and pushed gently. He lifted his
ass back against me -- and the head slid into him. I paused again for
a few seconds, and then pushed harder. He gasped. "OOOhhh!! Easy!"
His ass pulled away a little, but I kept pushing, slowly.
Then I was all the way in, and my pubic hair was grinding
against his ass cheeks. I didn't move -- I just leaned forward and
kissed his neck again, and whispered in his ear, "You've got it
all, lover. You okay?"
"Yeah. Just hold it a minute." I did, and he squirmed his ass
against me, adjusting to the feel of the fullness within him -- my
cock is pretty big, and he's not used to taking it. I waited,
loving the feel of his ass cheeks pressing tightly against me. But
shortly he pushed his ass up into the air a little more. "Go ahead
-- do it."
So I started stroking my cock into his ass -- in and out -- in
and out -- slowly and easily. He responded now, "Yeah!!! Do
that!!" I continued to fuck into him, grinding my abdomen against
his ass every time I reached bottom.
"God, you're tight, Larry. I love it!"
"MMMmmmm! So do I. But just go easy." So I fucked him, slowly
and evenly, for several minutes. Then there was a quiet moan in his
throat, and he was pushing back against me on every stroke. So I
started moving faster and harder -- just what he wanted. "OOOhhhh,
God!! Yeah!!" Soon my skin was slapping against his ass cheeks
every time. His ass was so hot and tight!! I watched my dick
sliding into him and could feel my blood starting to boil.
But he could tell that I was getting close, and he raised his
head and said, "Wait. Stop." I did, and just held it there. "I
want to turn over."
So I gently pulled out of him. I put some more grease on my
throbbing cock while he turned onto his back. I stood up and pulled
him down the bed, till his ass was right at the foot of the bed. He
lifted his legs up and rested them on my shoulders, and I positioned
my cock against his asshole again and thrust it into him. I stroked
into him a few times, and then jammed it in tight, as far as it
would go. Then I lay down on top of him between his spread legs and
kissed him. I held him with my arms and we kissed, for a long time,
while he locked his legs behind my back and squirmed his ass against
my hard prick.
Finally I stood upright again and began to stroke his dick
with my hand. But after a minute he said, "Let me do that. You
just fuck me."
So I started fucking him, slowly and evenly -- in and out -- in
and out. He responded, "OOOHHH! That feels so good!!" And he
began stroking his throbbing prick.
We did this for several minutes, and I could feel that I was
starting to get there. I placed my hands on his chest, with
my fingers playing at his nipples. "Come on, Larry! Do it!!"
"Wait for me!!" So I slowed down my stroke a little. But
sweat was rolling down my sides, and I was breathing heavily.
I could see his muscles straining, and his head flopped from
side to side. So I moved faster, slamming into him on every
stroke. "Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"
He was moaning continuously now, "Yeah! ... Yeah! ... Do it!
... Fuck me!!"
I could feel the sensations building up inside me, so I
squeezed his nipples and fucked him faster and harder. "Come on,
Larry!! I'm gonna cum!!"
He stroked himself furiously, his stomach and chest and arms
straining. "Yeah!! Now!!!"
I pounded against his gorgeous ass cheeks -- and I came! I
spurted into him, three - four -- five times!
"Yeah!! ..... AAAAAIIIIGGGGGHHH!!!" And he came, his cum
splashing out onto his chest and stomach!
We stroked together -- again -- and again. But finally we
stopped, exhausted.
My cock gradually started to soften but I held it tight inside
him, and leaned down and kissed him. "Happy birthday, lover."
He smiled. "Thank you. That was fantastic!"
"I thought so, too!"
"You know, I could feel your hot cum splashing inside me --
and I loved it!"
"I'm glad. We'll have to do this more often."
"I'd like that."
We lay there for a couple minutes, and then I let my soft cock
slip out of him. I picked up a towel and wiped the mess from his
stomach. He responded, "Yukk!!"
"Yeah." I handed him the towel and he wiped off his hand. "But
that's what happens when you're on the bottom."
"I know. When I'm about ready to cum, I love the feel of the
stuff splashing on my skin. But once it's over, it's pretty
disgusting." We both laughed.
Finally we went into the bathroom and washed up. Then we
climbed back into bed and turned the TV on. We lay there, naked,
with our legs touching and holding hands, and watched some late
movie. But within ten minutes he was asleep.
He likes to have the TV on when he goes to sleep, so I left it
on a little longer. But eventually I clicked it off and turned the
light out. Then I lay back down next to him, with my arm resting
across his tight body, and fell asleep.
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When I awoke in the morning, I realized that his hand was playing
with my hard cock. I turned to look at him and he smiled, and bent
over and kissed me. "Good morning," he said.
I kissed him back. "Good morning to you. What a great way
to wake up."
"Well, I saw that big hard-on and I couldn't resist playing
with it."
"Any time you feel like playing with it, just go right ahead."
And we both laughed.
But I looked at the clock and saw that it was after 10 in the
morning. "You know, if we're driving to Baltimore we need to get
moving."
"That's true. But tell me -- would you rather go up to
Niagara Falls, the way we planned?"
"No, you've got me curious now what this surprise is. Can you
give me a hint?"
"Nope -- no hints. But I know you'll love it --- at least,
I think you will."
With that we kissed once more and got up. It only took us 30
minutes to get cleaned up and dressed, and checked out of the motel.
It was a long drive, but a nice day for traveling. When we got
to the outskirts of Baltimore we found a motel that wasn't too
expensive, got a room, took a quick shower together, and then had
some dinner. It was almost 9 when we headed into town. Larry was
driving, since he knew where he was going, and I followed along on
the map, so I would know how to get back to the motel later.
We got to the bar and found that it was not very crowded. The
room was long and narrow, and rather dimly lit, as most bars are.
We sat down at the bar and ordered drinks. I noticed that there was
a balcony running along the wall above the bar , with a metal
railing extending its whole length. There were two metal poles
standing on the balcony, fastened to the ceiling, and steps at both
ends of the balcony leading down to the bar. Larry saw me looking
up at it and told me, "That's for the dancers."
"Dancers?"
"Yeah. They're strippers."
"OOOhhh. This sounds interesting." I could see several young
men talking in the corner behind the bar, apparently getting ready
for the show. "How did you know about this place?"
"I used to live near here several years ago, and came in here
once in a while." But as I looked at him, he seemed kind of
embarrassed. "To be honest, I used to work here."
"As a stripper?"
"Yeah. Does that upset you?"
I thought about that a minute, and replied, "No, not really.
You're athletic and a very good-looking young man. I've seen you
dance in public, and I know you would be very good at it."
He gave a big sigh of relief. "I'm glad to hear that." I
didn't push him about what else might have been involved. He and I
had agreed a couple years ago, when we started seeing each other
steadily, that what was past was past. And I vaguely remembered
him telling me that he had been a male stripper at one time.
But he went on, "Now for my surprise -- would you like me to
get up there and dance for you?"
I stared at him for several moments, but as I thought about it,
the idea kind of turned me on. So I leaned over and kissed him.
"Larry, I would love it."
"Honest? It won't bother you to have all these other guys
looking at me while I take my clothes off?"
"Hah! Just the opposite! They're all going to look at this
gorgeous young man and know that he's with me, and be jealous as
hell!" We both laughed.
"Oh, good. This is gonna be fun." He kissed me again. "But I
want you to know the only reason I'm doin' this is because I love
you, and I want you to watch."
"Thank you." We sipped our drinks a little and I asked, "How
did you happen to get into stripping in the first place?"
"`Cause I didn't have a job and it was easy money. At first I
was kinda embarrassed about it, but I got over that pretty quick.
And after a while I found that I really enjoyed the attention, with
everyone watching and lusting after my body."
Then he went off for a few minutes to talk with the manager, to
see if it was okay for him to join the dancers. Since it wasn't
going to cost him anything, he agreed. So Larry finished his drink
quickly, gave me a kiss, and went behind the bar with the other
dancers.
Shortly the lights got brighter, and Larry and three other
young men climbed the stairs onto the balcony and spaced themselves
along its length. They began moving with the music, each dancing by
himself. The other three were pretty-good looking, one obviously a
weight-lifter. There was nothing common or remarkable about their
costumes -- just what I would call every-day clothes.
I watched idly as they danced, and noticed that two of them
were hardly dancing at all -- they just shuffled around a little,
not even in time with the music. Shortly, the other three began to
remove their clothing. It was not a very sexy strip-tease at all;
they were just taking their clothes off.
But my eyes were focused on Larry. His eyes were closed, and
he swung freely and effortlessly in time with the music. His feet
tapped out the beat, and his legs and arms swayed smoothly in an
unplanned but pleasing display. He turned slowly in a circle, and
his face showed that he was enjoying himself. He had not started to
remove his clothes yet, but I was impressed by his graceful manner
and obvious self-confidence. He had on sneakers, faded jeans that
were torn in a few places, and a pink muscle shirt that hung
loosely on his tight frame.
The other dancers were naked by now, and I took a quick survey
of them. The muscular one had a very good build but couldn't dance
at all. One was tall and slim, with a nice tan. The third was
simply average and quite soft in the middle.
Larry's eyes were open now as he scanned the slight crowd.
While he still had not removed any of his clothes, his motions were
taking on some subtle teasing. He ran his hand over his chest and
stomach, and did some sexy moves with his hips. His eyes surveyed
the customers, and he winked at me as his view went past. He swung
around with his back to the audience and continued his smooth,
athletic dance, but I detected a more pronounced motion of his hips.
The other performers had stopped any pretense of dancing, and
were just moving around a little and playing with themselves,
attempting to arouse their organs into a more vivid display for the
crowd.
I saw little of interest in the other three, so I settled down
to watch Larry. Shortly he grasped the bottom of his muscle shirt
with both hands, and with a quick flip pulled it off over his head.
Without a break in his fluid motions he tossed the shirt aside into
the corner. He closed his eyes again, off into some fantasy of his
own, and danced to the hard-driving music. He had really good
muscles in his arms and shoulders, and he flexed them repeatedly to
show them off to best advantage. His stomach was smooth and hard,
and rippled as he danced. He had a little hair on his chest, but
that was all. His jeans fit tightly, in spite of the tears, and
molded closely about his hips and ass. He raised his hands above
his head and looked straight at me again, and swung his hips at me
over and over. I smiled at this, and he smiled back. He brought
one hand slowly down across his chest, following the trail of light
hair in the middle of his stomach down to his pants, and let it rest
on his crotch. He gave a quick tug at it and smiled at me again,
and I had to laugh.
Then his hand slowly unbuttoned his jeans and spread the fly.
The hand went back above his head, and as he writhed to the music
the jeans slowly slid lower on his slim hips. But the jeans were
too tight to actually slide all the way down; so he turned around
with his back to the crowd, and swinging his hips in time with the
music, began to slowly work the jeans down across his ass. His ass
cheeks gradually came into view -- firm and round, with no hair, and
with that incredibly sexy dark tan line against his white ass! He
had his new G-string on under the pants and the green waist-band
showed clearly, with the center strap disappearing down into the
crack in his ass. He turned his head around towards me as he did
this, and gave me another smile, so I blew him a kiss. God, he has
a beautiful ass! I could feel a slight stir in my pants. He sure
knew what dancing was all about, and what it took to excite an
audience.
By now two of the other dancers had come down onto the bar and
were moving idly to the music, displaying their bodies for the
customers. As I looked quickly down the bar most of the customers
were watching these two, admiring their bodies and hard cocks. But I
was not impressed, so I turned back to watch Larry some more.
He was facing forward again, and since his jeans were now down
past his G-string, he quickly stripped them down the rest of the
way. He had to stop dancing for a few moments, remove his sneakers
so the jeans would come off, and then slip the sneakers back on
again. This done, he danced over to one of the poles and began to
dance around it. He grasped it with one hand and circled around it
one way, and then switched hands and swung the other way. Several
times I saw him look directly at me, and I continued to focus on
him, completely fascinated by the sinous, animal-like movements in
his dancing. His legs were smoothly muscled also, calves and thighs
bulging as he moved.
Then he danced across to one end of the balcony and quickly
descended the steps onto the bar. He slipped behind one of the
other dancers and came across the bar until he was right in front of
me, and started dancing directly to me.
I really loved the way he danced. He didn't just move his feet
and hips; his whole body seemed caught up in the music. His arms
flowed up and down; his whole torso swayed; his thighs opened and
closed as he felt the throbbing beat of the music. His face showed
that he really enjoyed the dancing. He closed his eyes and pistoned
his hips right in front of me -- he was incredible!
The G-string was of a smooth, glossy material, and fit snugly
about his crotch. He swung around with his back to me, so I could
get a good look at his ass. As he danced, the firm twin globes
rippled up and down just above my face. He probably did that on
purpose -- he knows how I get turned on by the sight of his naked
ass. Then he hooked his fingers in the back waist-band of the
G-string, and slowly began to tease it downward. I watched as it
slid tightly across his buttocks, my breath catching in my throat.
He stopped with the strap snuggly beneath his cheeks and swayed
around to face me again. He then teased the front of the G-string
downwards until his pubic hair showed clearly above the waistband.
His hands went above his head and he danced this way for several
moments. Then he stopped still and just looked at me. He didn't
speak, but his mouth formed the words, "Take them off". I couldn't
resist -- I raised both hands and rested them briefly on his hips,
and then slowly inched the shorts downwards. His softened shaft
gradually came into view, and I looked up into his eyes. "Do it",
he mouthed. So I quickly slid them the rest of the way down to his
feet. He steadied himself with a hand on my shoulder while I worked
the G-string off over his sneakers, and he then danced naked in
front of my eyes. I slipped a bill into his sock, so he leaned down
quickly and gave me a brief kiss. "Thank you. Hang onto my G-string
for me." Then he danced away down the bar.
The other three dancers were on the bar, too, but had stopped
dancing. Each was in front of a customer, who would run his hands
over the dancer's legs and body, and even play with his dick some.
It amazed me somewhat that this kind of physical contact would be
allowed. The dancers didn't seem to mind, and I'm sure it got them
good tips. But I couldn't help but feel that it was gross, and kind
of degrading, both to the dancer and to the customer. And then I
wondered how Larry would react when someone tried to do that to him.
He was down at the end of the bar, in front of another
customer. I watched as he danced, his hips swinging in and out and
his soft dick waving above the man's face. He turned around so the
man got a good look at his naked ass as he danced. The man slipped
a bill in his sock, but when he tried to run his hand up Larry's
leg, he quickly stood upright so the customer couldn't get his hand
between his legs. Larry turned around, gave the customer a quick
`Thank you' for the tip, and danced off. I was relieved that he
didn't let the guy play with him, and I thought he handled it very
well.
He went back up the steps to the balcony and danced across
to the pole above me. He was naked now except for his sneakers and
just flowed to the beat of the music. He closed his eyes and let
himself go - back and forth, side to side, round and round. A light
film of sweat showed on his taut muscles, gleaming in the subdued
light. He had been dancing vigorously for about 20 minutes, and
that kind of dancing is hard work.
I glanced back down the bar. The weight lifter, naked like the
rest, did a hand-stand on the bar, and then did several pushups
while in the hand-stand. That was impressive but didn't really
turn me on.
Another dancer moved over in front of me. His dick was
standing up hard from his crotch and he wiggled it right in
front of my face. This did nothing for me, so I studiously ignored
it and looked away. He realized he wouldn't get a tip from me, so
with a dirty look he moved off.
The third dancer was crouched on the bar in front of the man
sitting next to me. They talked quietly together while the customer
played with the dancer's dick, although it never got very hard, and
then the man put a tip in his sock. I thought to myself that it
must be something of a drag for these dancers to come in here every
night and let these men paw them. They must need the money bad --
or maybe they just enjoy it. It's hard to say.
I looked back up to the balcony where Larry was still hard at
work. He had moved over to the pole and was dancing around it. He
saw me watching him, and began staring straight at me and dancing
directly to me. He moved up against the pole and grasped it with
both hands, and pulled his naked body tight against it. Then he
smiled and gazed into my eyes while he slowly rubbed his body and
his dick up and down along the length of the pole. I laughed at the
obvious suggestiveness of the movements, and he grinned broadly at
me -- he knew exactly what he was doing. He closed his eyes and
with one hand he caressed his chest and stomach and legs, as he
pretended to make love to the metal pole. Then he turned around and
slid his ass against the pole. With his hands he spread his ass
cheeks and pushed his crack tightly against the long shaft. Slowly,
but still in time with the musical beat, he rubbed his ass up and
down against the pole -- and looked back right at me again. God,
what a showman he is! I never realized that. My throat was dry
from the excitement he caused so I ordered another drink.
As I watched, Larry grasped the pole and climbed up onto the
railing. This put his back to the audience, his beautiful ass
forced backwards and in perfect view. He spread his feet wide on
the railing and worked his torso and hips to the music. Looking up
from beneath him I could see the muscles ripple in his legs, and his
twin cheeks tensed and quivered as he writhed in his dance. He looked
downward between his legs, right at me again. I could clearly see
his cock and balls bouncing between his legs, and I smiled, and
slowly and deliberately wiped my tongue across my lips. He smiled
back and blew me a kiss.
Shortly he came down on the bar again, dancing over in front of
me. He slowed his motions down and pistoned his hips slowly in and
out, in amd out, his cock waving just above my head. I couldn't
take my eyes off him. Still staying with the music, he slowly bent
his knees so that his bouncing dick came down right in front of my
face. I could see where his balls were shaved and the hair trimmed
around the edges of his crotch. Beautiful! His dick had lengthened
somewhat but was still not very hard, and it swayed erotically with
his movements.
Then he stood up and swung around so his back was to me.
Holding the railing to steady himself, he swung his ass side to
side, in and out, slowly and sensuously. He bent his knees again
and his beautiful ass came down towards my upturned face; and then
he straightened up. He did this over and over, each time bringing
his ass closer to my face. I could see that there was no hair on
his ass at all -- but I knew that, because I had shaved it for him
just a week ago. And I loved it!
I thought he might be expecting some reaction from me, so the
next time his ass came down, I lifted my face and attempted to kiss
it. But he quickly pulled up away from me. I laughed -- what a
tease! But that's what this kind of show is all about. The next
time I let him come real close, and then blew quickly, a puff of air
right on his asshole. This surprised him and he bounced upright,
but he looked back at me quickly and laughed.
Then I took out a bill and folded it, and held it up towards
him. He knew what I had in mind so his ass slowly descended again.
I slid the bill up into his crack and he clenched his buttocks to
grasp the bill. Then he straightened up and danced around, the bill
showing clearly from his backside. There was a smattering of
applause from the audience at this, which made him smile. He turned
towards the crowd again and danced away down the bar.
He danced in front of some other customers, but I could see
that he didn't dance to them the way he had for me. I knew that by
now they were all lusting after his body -- but he was with me!!
The 30-minute set was almost over, so the dancers all moved
back up onto the balcony and danced a little longer, and then
started to dress. Larry signaled to me that he wanted his G-string,
so I tossed it up to him. With a last flip of his hips at me he
began to don his clothes, too. When they were dressed, they all
came down behind the bar, and the next set of dancers went up to
take their place.
Shortly Larry came out from behind the bar, wiping the sweat
from his face. He came over and sat on the stool next to me, and I
complimented him, "You are fantastic, Larry! That's the most
exciting dancing I've ever seen."
He kissed me briefly. "Thank you." I bought him another drink,
while he pulled the tips from his socks and counted them. Then he
leaned over and kissed me again. "I'd rather you didn't give me any
tips. People might think you're a shill or something."
"Oh. Okay." That hadn't occurred to me.
"But don't be bashful about tipping the other dancers, if you
see something you like."
"Okay. But you know, you're the best dancer in here."
He kissed me again. "Thank you. I think so, too." And we
both laughed.
"I'm serious. Your dancing is definitely sexy, but it also has
class, which none of the others do."
"You really think so?"
"Definitely. They aren't really dancing -- they're just taking
their clothes off. And I could tell that you really were enjoying
yourself, because it showed in your face."
He smiled, and leaned over to me and whispered, "You know what
I was thinking about while I was dancing up there?"
"It must have been pretty exciting, whatever it was."
"I was thinking about last night, when you were fucking me."
I had to laugh. "Well, you know what I was thinking about
while I was watching you?"
"What?"
"I'm ready to do it again!" And we both laughed at that.
He lit up a cigarette and we watched the new group of dancers.
I told him, "You know, I'm really surprised that the customers are
allowed to play with the dancers like this."
"So am I. They didn't do that when I used to work here before.
I also don't remember taking everything off -- I think I always kept
a G-string on."
"Well, times have changed. But it's certainly more exciting
when they have nothing on."
"That's true."
I sipped my drink for a few minutes. "A question occurred to
me. During the next set, would you like me to play with you some,
when you're down here on the bar?"
"No, don't do that. If you did, then everyone else would
think they could, too, and I don't like that."
"Neither do I. I just thought that might be a part of your
trip."
"No, it's not."
"I'm glad I asked." I took a sip of my drink. "You know,
sometime you'll have to dance for me privately, in the bedroom at
home. Then we can take it all the way."
He kind of smiled and hesitated. "No, I couldn't do that."
"Why not? You do it great here in front of a crowd."
"I know, but that would be different. I can't explain it."
"Oh, well. It was just an idea."
The second group of dancers did their 30-minute set, and we sat
there and commented to each other about their dancing and about
their bodies. Larry tipped a couple of them that he thought did
particularly well. Then the first group of dancers did another set,
and Larry danced with them. He did one more set, and then we were
ready to leave.
It was after midnight when we stepped outside, and I started to
head for the car. But he grabbed my arm and said, "Let's go down
this way. I think there's a dirty book store near here."
"A dirty book store? What for?"
He just smiled. "Another surprise. You'll see."
"But is it safe, in this neighborhood?"
"Well, let's go check it out. If it looks bad, we'll leave."
So we walked down the street a couple blocks and found the book
store. We went inside, but there were only a few men in there.
He told me, "Get some tokens and we'll see what films they have."
I didn't know what he had in mind, but I did as he asked.
We went into the back room and started looking at the films
pictured on the various booths. There were a few men wandering
around, too, and I could see them checking Larry out -- and it made
me kind of uncomfortable. But then he stopped in front of a booth
and whispered to me, "This one looks interesting. I'm gonna go
in here. You walk on up the aisle and look at a few others, and
then come back and come in here, too. I'll leave the door
unlatched."
He stepped in and closed the door, and I wandered around a
little. Shortly I came back and went in, and latched the door.
It was very dark until I put some tokens in the slot, but then the
film came on and I could see him standing there. There wasn't much
room, but he had me sit down while he stood against the wall. We
watched the film for a couple minutes, and then he opened his jeans
and pulled his half-hard cock out.
This was wild! I could hear men moving around outside, but
now I knew what he had in mind. I leaned forward and took his dick
into my mouth and started sucking it. It quickly got nice and
hard, and my prick was responding, also. I sucked him for several
minutes.
Then he whispered, "Take your pants down." It was a struggle in
the cramped space, but I did. So he got down on his knees and
started swinging on me, playing with his cock at the same time. I
ignored the film, and just closed my eyes and enjoyed what he was
doing to me. I pictured him dancing naked up on that balcony and
my blood started to boil.
But shortly he told me to stand up. We both did, and he
started to stroke my throbbing cock with his hand. He pulled my
hand down to his dick and we began jerking each other off.
It didn't take long. I whispered, "God, Larry, I'm gonna
cum!"
"Me, too! Just watch out it doesn't splash on our clothes!"
A couple more minutes, and I came! And my cum spurted onto
the wall! It was all I could do to keep from crying out! And
then he moaned quietly and came, too, all over the screen!!
We just stood there for a minute, catching our breath.
Finally I leaned over to his ear and said, "This is crazy, Larry!
But it's certainly exciting."
He kissed me and whispered back, "I know."
I took out my handkerchief and we wiped up as best we could,
and then fixed our clothes. Then we opened the door and left.
As we walked back to the car, I asked him, "That was pretty
wild, Larry. What ever gave you that idea?"
"I don't know. I was horny from dancing, and I knew you were
too, and I didn't want to wait till we got back to the room. It
just came to me."
"Well, it certainly was different."
"I know, and I like to do it different once in a while. But
didn't you ever jerk off in a film booth before?"
"No. I knew guys did that, but I never really wanted to."
"Well, I don't like to fuck around when people are watching,
but I get a rush from doing it when I know someone's near by."
I laughed. "You sure picked the right place."
"I know. But I hate to think about some of the things I used
to do in those booths when I was younger." He had told me how he
used to make money when he was in his teens, by hustling older men,
so I wasn't surprised. But I didn't ask any questions -- if he
wanted to tell me more, he would.
We reached the car and headed back to the motel. When we got
there, we cleaned up some and went right to bed. He was pretty
tired from dancing so he fell asleep right away. It took me a
while, and I lay there thinking about what an incredible night it
had been. But finally I rested my hand on that gorgeous ass of
his, and fell asleep, too.
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It was almost nine when I awoke in the morning. I looked at
Larry but he was still sleeping soundly. I ran my hand lightly
over his stomach and found that his dick was hard, so I slid down
under the sheet and took him into my mouth. I started sucking on it
-- up and down -- up and down. After a bit I was getting pretty
warm, so I flipped the sheet back away from him and got up on my
knees, and looked at his gorgeous body while I sucked him some more.
I kept at it for a good ten minutes; and while he squirmed around
occasionally he still didn't wake up. Finally my mouth got tired
and I gave up.
I went in and took a leisurely shower, and dried off. Then I
got back in bed with him. He was lying on his stomach so I started
massaging his back and shoulders and ass -- I knew he liked that in
the morning. Shortly he groaned and I kept at it. He responded,
"HHHMMMMmmm. That feels so good." I worked on him some more,
carressing his ass cheeks for quite a while.
But finally I slapped his ass lightly. "It's after 10,
Larry, and we have to be out of here by 11."
He rolled over and gave me a big hug, and kissed me. "Okay, if
that's the way you're gonna be." He stood up, with his big dick
bobbing in front of him. "Let me take a quick shower." I dressed
and packed things up while he showered, and when he was ready, we
left.
It was cloudy on the way back, and we drove through a few
showers -- but it was still nice traveling together. We stopped
for something to eat, and stopped at a couple flea markets, since we
are both interested in old junk.
It was after 6 when we got back into town, and I suggested,
"Want to come up to my place for something to eat? We could cook
burgers on the grill."
"Sounds good to me." So we went right up to the house and
fixed some supper.
When we had finished and put things away, Larry gave me a brief
kiss and took my hand. "Come on. Let's go upstairs." I just
went with him.
Up in the bedroom he pushed me gently down onto the bed and lay
down on top of me. Then he gave me a long kiss. "Thanks for a
great weekend, lover. I really enjoyed it."
I kissed him back. "So did I. I was happy to do it."
"This was definitely the best birthday I've had in many years.
But now I want to do something for you." He stood up and began to
remove my clothes. By the time I was naked, my cock was getting
hard. He had me slide down so my ass was at the edge of the bed,
and then he got down on his knees and took my prick in his mouth.
He sucked it good, till it was nice and hard. But then I
pushed his head up and stopped him. He looked at me. "What's the
matter?"
I smiled at him. "Just take your clothes off. I want to
see you naked, too."
He laughed. "Sure." I watched as he quickly stripped his
clothes off -- his cock was hard, too. Then he went back down on
his knees and dove down on my hot cock again. I raised up on
my elbows so I could watch, as my dick slipped in and out of his
tight mouth. God, I loved to watch that!! I ran one hand through
his hair as he sucked me.
I thought about asking him to get up on the bed with me, so we
could both get into it -- but I knew what he wanted to do. So I
just lay there and watched him. "MMMMMmmmmm. You do that so
good."
He couldn't take all of it into his mouth, so he slicked his
hand up with his tongue and then began to stroke me with his hand
and mouth at the same time. I responded, "OOOOOhhhhh! You keep
that up and I'm gonna come!"
He didn't say anything -- he just made it tighter and stroked a
little faster. I groaned loudly and tried to thrust up into his
mouth as the sensations built up inside me -- but he kept with me.
I flopped back onto the bed. "Yeah, Larry!!! Do that!!!"
Faster and tighter!! "YEAH!! I'M GONNA CUM!!" He kept
stroking -- and I came!! I spurted into his mouth -- again --
again -- again! He swallowed quickly and kept stroking.
Finally I made him stop. "OOOHHH!! EASY!!" He knew how
sensitive the head of my cock is right after I cum, so he just held
it in his mouth and sucked the last drops of cum from it.
Then he pulled off, licked his lips, and moved up and kissed
me. "Thanks again."
I grabbed his head in both hands and kissed him back, hard.
"But we're not through yet, lover. Now it's your turn." He just
smiled.
We stood up, and I went over and closed the bedroom door --
there was a full-length mirror there. I had him stand in front of
the mirror while I stood behind him, and I moved up tight against
his back and put my arms around him. We both watched in the mirror
as one hand caressed over his chest and nipples while my other hand
moved down and started playing with his huge prick. I ran my hand
around his stomach and through his hair, and played with his balls.
Then I started stroking him. We watched as he tightened his
muscles and pushed his hot cock into my hand, and I could tell he
was really feeling it.
Then I moved around in front of him and got down on my knees.
I turned him a little so he could see in the mirror, and took his
cock into my mouth. I grabbed his gorgeous ass cheeks in both hands
and pulled his hips towards me, so his cock was fucking my mouth.
He moaned, and raised his hands behind his head and tightened his
muscles, and watched in the mirror. He thrust with his hips to help
me as his hot cock plunged in and out of my mouth. I closed my
eyes and forced my mouth down onto his dick on every stroke, feeling
his cock-head pushing against the back of my throat every time.
He moaned. "OOOHHHH, GOD!!" Then he grabbed the back of my
head and roughly fucked my mouth -- and he came!!! I swallowed
quickly as he spurted into me, over and over, and kept sucking him!
Finally I stopped. He pulled my head against his stomach,
with his softening cock still embedded in my mouth, and we rested.
Then I stood up and kissed him. "Happy birthday, lover --
again." We both laughed.
We flopped down on the bed and lay there, holding hands, while
he had a cigarette. I thought back over the weekend, and finally
told him, "You know, I really loved watching you dance last night.
You were great!"
"Thank you. To be honest, that was a long time ago, and I had
forgotten how much I enjoyed it. When I saw the G-string you gave
me, that was what gave me the idea. But as I told you, the only
reason I did it was for you. I used to do it for the money, but I
don't think I could do that now."
"I'm glad to hear that."
Then he smiled. "But now that you know about it, maybe we can
go back and do it again sometime."
I had to laugh. "Just tell me when."
He was quiet for a few minutes, and then he leaned over and
kissed me. "Even though you're quite a bit older than me, I really
do love you."
"I know -- I can tell. But it's good to hear you say it."
"You've done more for me in the last two years than anyone has
ever done for me in my whole life -- even my parents."
"Well, I'm in love with you, and I want to help you out as much
as I can."
We talked for quite a while, but finally I told him, "It's
getting late. What do you want to do? Go back to your place, or
spend the night here?"
He thought about that briefly, and then kissed me again. "I
really ought to go home, but I'd rather spend the night with you,
and go to sleep with your arms around me."
"I'd like that, too."
"I just have to be at work by 8 in the morning. Can you take
me?"
"Sure."
We went into the bathroom and washed up. Then I set the alarm
clock and we climbed back in bed. I turned the light out and
rolled over to him and kissed him, long and slow. But he finally
broke away. "If you keep that up, we're gonna be ready to go
again."
We both laughed. "I know. We can save it for another time."
I kissed him briefly again. "Goodnight, lover."
"Goodnight. Thanks again for a great birthday."
He rolled over on his side, and I snuggled up against his back
and wrapped my arm around his chest. He pushed his ass back against me,
and we fell asleep.