My Experience As A Male Stripper [Group]

WARNING – NSFW details ahead:

I’ve never shared this part of my life in detail with anybody, so fuck it, here goes:

I got into stripping at the age of 27. I hadn’t had a steady relationship in a long time, and had turned to fitness lifestyle and really built myself. I saw and responded to a modeling agencies ad, where the idea to strip was also presented to me.

Towards the end of a risqué but ultimately safe-for-work shoot, the director of the photography asked very straightforwardly if I had ever considered adult entertainment. “Absolutely not” I explained, knowing that the lifestyle of a porn actor is not one I could easily vibe with. “No no, not pornography, it’s private entertainment, for small audiences.” He explained. “I think you would take to it, and-“, he suggested playfully “you get to be the center of attention”.

Fast forward a few days and not only have I called the number given to me but I also set up an interview/audition. For the sake of privacy and discretion, I will leave out the name of the group I worked for as a male entertainer. Their headquarters was a hole in the wall studio/office where the job was explained to me. I couldn’t believe what they were describing. “No way, women pay for THAT?” I asked, amazed at apparently how common these male stripper events were. “That and more.”

Another time jump, I had eased into this business, quite well. For the first few months, I worked sporadic jobs where two entertainers were called for, as a way to shadow a more experienced dancer whom I could learn a great deal from. My first few shows were eye opening.

Firstly I was amazed with how comfortable I felt; something about the excitement of what was going to happen, and the ensuing adrenaline rush cooled the nerves going in. Having a more experienced and confident dancer to lead me helped as well. I basically would follow his lead around the venues about 10 ft behind, and once the girls were done with him, I’d be next for them to get their hands/mouthes on.

Now for the details – the actual job isn’t quite like the videos you’ve seen. I wasn’t able to just grab random women by the back of the head until they gave me head. However, most times I didn’t have to- after about 40 minutes of drinking and having my fat, hard cock flashed to them, covered in oil, these girls couldn’t help themselves. Of course every crowd is different, but for the most part that’s how it went.

About 30–40 minutes of playful dancing, oiling up, flashing the guests, and then i would invite the VIP/guest of honor for the hand/mouth play. I think once this happened, an alcohol fueled chain reaction ensued making each girl I approached much more willing and hungry for cock.

It got to the point where about a year into the job, I had a formula I followed that allowed this pattern to happen every time, and almost always lead to me getting sucked and jerked until I came at the end of the party, at the guests insistent request (climaxing in front of, or often ON the guests in many cases, is not necessarily part of the show.)

As described above, they’d start out getting the typical male stripper experience. I’d don my skimpy outfit, sometimes just a speedo, and they’d get a big cock-waving, oiled up lap dance on as many guests that wanted them. These lap dances would sometimes include the guests jerking my cock or slapping/rubbing my ass, mostly from the more playful and loose chicks. I’d then circle the whole group, saving the “VIP guest” for last, at which point I’d compel the handjob/blowjob. This was always a big to-do, with lots of cheering from the friends for her to go all the way on me.

Whipped cream usually helped, as I’d just spray a little on the tip, she’d suck it off playfully, then more on the shaft, all the way to the base, at which point she’d be giving me a blowjob as her friends cheered her on. At this point of the party I’d have full reign to walk between tables and get jerked/sucked by random attendees. I swear once that first blowjob had happened, I could smell how wet the guests got at the thought my cock bouncing towards them.

It got to the point where guests would be grabbing at my cock so much, often at the same time, that I started keeping a fannypack around my shoulder full of things like coconut oil, whip cream, etc. i would keep my cock, legs, and torso constantly lubricated so they could touch, rub, jerk, and suck me as much as they wanted and they would always have a well oiled, fat cock for their play. This would continue for as long as the guests had paid out for, or until they got tired of it (which rarely happened).

As I mentioned earlier, as the night went on, eventually things either settled down or escalated quickly. Settling down usually looked like “okay okay girls my times almost up, you’ve been great, thank you for choosing me as tonight’s entertainment.”, and I’d get to pack up and leave. However many nights the uttering of that phrase would trigger some instinct in these women to finish me off.

“Oh noo! You can’t go we’re not done with you!!”, usually hearing this meant I was about to cum. On nights like this there was always one or several girls who would push me down on a chair and blow/jerk me until I popped. This was another one of those exciting moments for the group as towards my climax the other girls would sort of crowd behind them and cheer on, realizing what they’re doing. I remember one night the whole party gathered and took turns one by one until I came.

The feeing I’d be left with towards the end of those nights was indescribable. Firstly, I was very good at my job, so good nights like what I described above were the rule, not the exception. Our outfit was booking me about 2-3 times a month. For the first few years I felt like a king, having women pine after me, marvel at my size, and being able ultimately walk around a venue getting pleasured and cheered on by a crowd of horny women.

Towards the end of my tenure however, I started to end the nights with a not-so-positive outlook. I had gotten into my thirties and still never got close to a real relationship. The excitement of the job didn’t last beyond the events themselves and I started to feel like a common whore ( I sort of was ). I ended my contract there amicably and have since gotten back into sales, what I was originally doing before my stripping adventure began.

Thus ends my experience in the world of adult entertainment. I hope you enjoyed hearing a firsthand view of what it’s like in our industry. There are lots of misconceptions and those “dancing bear” videos are close but could never capture the veracity of some of those groups I performed for.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vfas7v/my_experience_as_a_male_stripper_group