Oh well. I started unbuttoning my 501’s. I was getting into it now and teased with each button. When they were all done I sort of plumped my dick through my underwear – a sort of preview. The crowd gave absolutely no reaction. From their level of interaction I might not even be there. I turned around and dropped my jeans, jutting out my ass and wiggling it. I didn’t lose them completely, yet. I let them hang loose as sort of a prop. There was a guy in the second row, so I went to the seat in front of his and dropped my pants and played with my dick through my shorts right in front of him. I strutted around, remembering all the girl strippers I’d seen.
I was still very nervous. I felt silly. I was out of body. I was sort of channeling Mick and the gals and letting this mixture of influences drive my actions. If I had been the one driving I would have frozen in terror and probably stood there till closing. But somehow these other influences wafted by and took over. I was more of the passenger in my own body than the driver. I was actually having fun.
So now I was well into the third song, maybe 6 or 7 minutes out of my 20 and probably looking ridiculous in my underpants. The time had come to take the action everyone expected. I turned my back (and ass) on the gents in the gallery and lowered my shorts well below my ass. It actually felt good. I turned my head, wet my finger in my mouth, spread my cheeks and stroked my asshole a few times bending over to give a good view. Then I pulled them back up and repeated the move from the front. I slipped them down to show my penis, now about half hard. I guess I didn’t really expect any reaction from the wax men in the crowd and I got not at all. But inside I felt applause. For the first time in my life I was showing my genitals for the viewing pleasure of a bunch of utterly unappreciative strangers, and it was exhilarating. Very strange but definitely exhilarating.
I dropped the undies and stroked for all to see. I don’t think I’d ever masturbated in front of a girlfriend at that point. It was something I had only done in private, and though I told self-deprecating jokes on that theme sometimes, it was still something to be embarrassed about. Not shame, certainly but no bragging point either. Yet here I was whacking off in front of a bunch of strange men.
I did the walk. I went to the guy in the second row and waggled my cock in front of him. No reaction. I bent over and spread my ass about a foot in front of his face. Nothing. I went to the next guy. I heard him exhale in either an excited or asthmatic way but other than that, nothing. The third guy slipped a buck into my sock and tried to grab my balls. I fended him off but showed him my ass and put my cock a little closer to him for about 4 seconds. The next guy gave me another dollar. Then a guy gave me a fiver. Him I let feel my thighs all the way up, but I still didn’t let him touch the goods. A couple more guys gave no tips.
“Good show, Boy-o. Good show.”
I collapsed into the chair. I had grabbed a fresh towel from the pile and was wiping my face then my chest and armpits. He simply stood back and watched. Except for my socks, I was completely naked in front of this man who 40 minutes ago was a total stranger but who had watched me make myself come just moments ago, and somehow I didn’t think about all that until much later, after I’d left.
“You know, you have a nice cock. I like uncut ones. If you want, I’ll lick it clean for you.”
I was exhausted and sunk in the big chair with my eyes closed. My legs were spread, one over an overstuffed arm. I had never had a man suggest such a thing and certainly never had one do it. But not having said “no” quickly enough I soon felt my now mostly limp dick being licked. Just a tiny bit. A test, a taste. If I reacted at all it was to spread my legs wider and next I felt my cock in his mouth. All the way and quickly getting hard again. He took me under the knees and lifted my legs up pretty high. There was no longer any ambiguity, I was engaging in fag sex. His tongue probed my asshole. He licked it for several minutes. He licked my taint and my balls from down under. Despite his offer, he didn’t touch my cock. Then he went to my armpits and licked them. I was surprised at how good that felt. He knelt again and licked the tip of my now fully hard dick. Just the tip of his tongue slipping about the opening in my foreskin. It drove me absolutely insane. Now back to my balls. Sucking, licking but this time slowly working from the root of my penis on the bottom side up toward my head. Before he got there he stopped, pulled back my foreskin and took my completely bare dickhead into his mouth and he started sucking my cock for all he was worth. Like it was water and he hadn’t drunk in weeks.
I absolutely love, adore, am blissfully immersed when eating a pussy or licking a woman’s ass. When I see a lady who turns me on it’s my first thought, imagining her scent, how she tastes, how she writhes under my tongue. I can eat a girl, literally for hours. So far I have never been the one to want to stop, it’s always she who pushes my head out of her crotch after a few orgasms. My only regret is that I have but five senses with which to experience a woman’s moist and tender and fragrant bits.
I had had women who said they like giving head and I had no reason to doubt them. But I have never been with a woman who gives me any sort of oral sex the way I feel giving it to them. Immersive. Maybe it’s a guy thing… and this guy was experiencing my tender bits the way I do a woman’s.
There are no adjectives to describe it. Sublime, wonderful, bliss… I had my legs in the air in a fairly uncomfortable position, my dick, my balls and my asshole were at maximum availability to him. He drank in the experience in a way I completely recognized from his side but had never experienced from the receptive side. I think very few hetero men get to. I don’t know how long we were at it, it seemed timeless, but after I came in his mouth he smiled in such an open, honest, joyful way I wasn’t sure who had done whom the favor.
“Thanks.” he said smiling before walking out of the room.
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