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Rick was a hot, sexy 20 year old white male with a dark even tan and very obvious tan lines. He had been the quarterback on his high school football team, so he had very well developed leg muscles, a nice set of pecs, and a 6 pack. His eyes were a deep blue, he hair was jet black, and he knew that he was sexy! I was a wide receiver on our high school football team, and can attest to the fact that Rick loved to show off his hot body. There were several times, after big wins, that Rick would go around the locker room, stark naked after showering, making no attempt to cover himself with a towel, etc., congratulating each player with high fives, cheers, etc. He never did anything to make anyone think that he was making a gay pass towards them, but it was clear that he didn't care who saw him naked.
Rick and I didn't really hang out together in high school, but were decent friends as a result of playing football and baseball together for years growing up. When we graduated from high school, Rick decided to go to a junior college in South Florida so that he could continue playing football and baseball. I went to Georgia Tech in Atlanta. We hadn't seen each other in a couple of years and I hadn't really thought about him...until...
I had gone to Ft. Lauderdale with a couple of my college buddies the week after our spring semester ended. We were looking for sun, beaches, beer, and hot places to party. The 2 buddies that I was with were gay, but were not a couple, and they knew that I was bi-sexual with a girlfriend who wasn't going with us. We drove down from Atlanta on Thursday, and decided to drink some beers and relax by the hotel's pool that evening. Then on Friday, we hung out at the beach all day until about 4:00 p.m. Then, we went to our room to shower and clean up before dinner. Our evening plan was to drive up to West Palm Beach to spend the evening at Cupid's Cabaret, an all-nude strip club. The guys and I had hung out together on numerous occasions at Swinging Richards in Atlanta, so they knew that I (as the bi guy in the group) was comfortable being at a gay strip club.
We were eating dinner rather early and went straight to Cupid's so we arrived around 9:00, before it got too busy. According to the ads we'd seen, there were typically around 25 studs dancing on Friday nights. There was one guy dancing naked, and hard as a rock, on the stage when we walked in. We took a table near the main stage. About 3 dancers later, a dancer referred to as "Adam" took the stage. He was hitting the stage in a skin tight muscle tee shirt, and a pair of football shorts. As soon as I saw his face, I recognized Rick. This was the first time I'd seen him since our high school graduation night. "Shit, I went to high school with this guy," I told my buddies. I didn't know how he'd react to my being there, since he didn't know that I was bi-sexual. And, I didn't know if he was actually gay or str8 and trying to make money off of his hot body.
My buddies, Jim and Scott, took out some ones and started tipping him on the first song. As they were slipping their tip into his shorts, "Adam" saw me sitting at the table. He proceeded to complete his set, nervously dancing through the first 2 songs in various stages of dress, then dancing the third song, completely naked and hard. It was still early and there weren't many customers yet, so there weren't many tips to speak of during this set.
Next on stage was a hot Dominican named Rodrigo. As he was performing, "Adam" came over and took the vacant seat at our table. He was shirtless but was wearing shorts, as Cupid's allows full nudity, but only on stage. I said "hi" and asked if I could buy him a drink. He agreed and we walked over to the bar, leaving Jim & Scott at the table. We got our drinks and walked over to a pretty isolated corner of the club to "catch up." Rick told me that he was no longer playing sports and that he had finished his 2 years of Junior College. He was working here for the summer, hoping to make a lot of money, before transferring to the University of Georgia in the fall. He told me that he was really hurting for money, and that tonight was only his second night. He was very nervous about performing, since he'd never done anything like this before at all, and his tips from the first night were horrible because he was so nervous. The owner had told him that if he didn't calm down and perform better within the next couple of days that they would have to cut him loose.
"I know that I'd be more relaxed if I thought that people were attracted to my body. I'm not gay, but you know that I've always enjoyed showing off my body. But, if it seems like nobody is enjoying looking at me, it just makes me more nervous, and my performance will suck."
I responded by explaining to him that I was bisexual and that my 2 friends were gay, and that their jaws dropped when they found out that I knew him. Why wouldn't everyone in the club feel the same?
"Adam" then suggested that we help him out for the night, and that he would in turn help us out. He suggested that he would spot us some ones if we would use them to tip him. Also, if we'd have some lap dances from him during the evening, he'd be ok with us slipping ones into his g-string during the lap dances instead of the $20's that they normally charged. All of this money goes to the strippers, not the house, and he simply wanted to appear busy, comfortable, and in demand, to the owners that night to keep his job. I told him that we'd be happy to help. I'd wanted to get my hands on him since high school (I didn't tell him that), but I did tell him that Jim & Scott would love tipping with someone else's money.
With that being arranged, "Adam" slipped me a roll of $50 in one's and then returned to the dressing room. When I returned to our table, I quickly explained the "plan" to Jim & Scott. They were in quick agreement, and we split up the cash that "Adam" had spotted us. We decided that we would each "purchase" 2 lap dances from "Adam" over the course of the evening, and that we would each tip him 2-3 times during each song of each of his sets until his money was gone.
The crowd continued growing by the minute as it got later in the evening. About 30 minutes later, "Adam" returned to the stage. He was visibly hard under the shorts that he was wearing. After the first few seconds of his first song, I stood up and approached the stage to tip him. I slipped a couple of dollars into his shorts, copping a firm feel of his hard cock through his shorts. Someone on the other side of the stage must have seen that the "new guy" was ok with the tippers grabbing his cock, so they approached the stage with a tip. Both Jim & Scott proceeded to do the same, followed by some others in the audience. At the beginning of the second song, "Adam" had removed his shirt and was still hard in the tight white shorts that we had on. I stood up to give him another tip and as I was putting the money into his shorts, he grabbed my hands, positioned my fingers inside the waist band, and motioned for me to pull them down. As I pulled down his shorts, his hard cock brushed against my face. As more and more members of the audience were enjoying "Adam's" performance, and more people were tipping, it was obvious that he was getting more comfortable. As Jim, Scott, and I were tipping him during his third song (while he was completely nude), we was guiding our hands across his chest, his ass, and onto his hard cock and balls.
Even without our "tips", "Adam" had probably made more money during this set than he did his entire first night of work. After he had gone to the locker room to get dressed, he returned to work the audience for lap dances and private shows. When he came near our table, I agreed, as planned, to a lap dance. I was already hard just thinking about it!
We went into a secluded but visible corner of the club for the lap dance. At Cupid's, the dancers allow touching during the lap dances, but they have to remain clothes (shorts or g-strings). So..."Adam" stood between my legs, shirtless, and began to gyrate his hims as he leaned over me. Throughout the dance, "Adam"was pressing his hard dick against mine, so he had to know how hard I was. My hands were all over him, rubbing his back, his chest, and his ass...then grabbing his hard cock through his shorts. I was wearing some loose gym shorts and boxers. "Adam" positioned me so that it wasn't obvious where his hand was, and he slipped it up the leg of my shorts, grabbing my hard cock. He stayed pressed close to me, my hand stroking him through his shorts, and his hand inside mine, for the rest of the song. At the end of the song, I paid him with some of his own money, as we agreed, although it seemed completely wrong, given how much I had enjoyed it.
This continued throughout the evening. The three of us were tipping "Adam" repeatedly and enjoying our opportunities to stroke his hard naked cock while he was on the stage. Jim & Scott had had 3 lap dances and I'd had 2. It was about an hour before closing, and I knew that the club also had "private rooms." I approached "Adam" to suggest to him that we try to make our next lap dance even hotter than the others in an effort to attract someone to purchase a private room from him before closing. I told him that I'd let him take my shirt off during the private dance, and that I'd return to my table afterwards with my hard cock obviously tenting in my loose shorts. Maybe if he was willing to partially undress me during a lap dance, and got me that hard, that he'd be perceived as a great dancer to take into a private room. He loved the idea.
We went to our "spot" for the lap dance. As the song began, he reached down and slowly pulled my shirt over my head. I kept my arms back over my head, and he proceeded to lick and kiss his way down my arms, licking my arm pits, nibbling on my hard nipples, and then kissing his way down my six pack...finally pressing his face into my crotch against my hard cock. He then basically laid down on top of me...our naked chests against each other, our faces within inches of each other, our hard cocks pressed together. I slipped my hands into each side of his tight shorts, cupping each ass cheek in a hand. He continued "dry fucking" me from this position for basically the remainder of the song. When the song was over, I slipped the last of his money into his shorts. Then waited for him to walk off, as if I was ashamed to get up. He had strategically grabbed my cock in my loose shorts as he got up, positioning it so that it was standing at full attention. I remembered our deal, and made it a point to stand up between songs, while the dancers on stage were changing. This way, nobody would be looking at the stage.
With my shirt still off and my hard cock tenting in my shorts, I walked over to our table, making no effort to hide my hard on. When I got to our table, I remained standing up while I talked to Jim & Scott, giving people more time to notice my hard on. After a few minutes, I walked over to the bar, still hard and tenting, to order a round of drinks for the guys and me.
Jim, Scott, and I, continued watching the remainder of the dancers, tipping those that we thought were hot for the remainder of the night. I thought I'd seen "Adam" come out of the dressing room after our lap dance, but I was watching Luis, the sexy Cuban on stage, and didn't see where he went. Just before last call, we saw "Adam" exiting from one of the private rooms with a 20 something hottie following him out of the room....Apparently, our plan had worked.
During the last set, the lights were dimmed and all of the dancers came up on stage, naked and hard, giving the audience one last opportunity to grab their cocks and tip them. I had "spent" all of his money, but approached "Adam" to tip him again. "Wow! What a night!" He said to me as I grabbed his hard cock and slipped some cash into his hand. "I can't believe that my plan worked. Since you guys were 'interested', so were other guys, and I was much more comfortable and approachable as a result. How can I ever repay you?"
"Stop by our table after this set. I've got an idea how you can repay us." I said.
Following the set, he slipped his shorts back on and came over to our table. "Thanks again, guys. I had a great time tonight and the tips from the rest of the audience were great. How can I repay you?"
"Why don't you come by our hotel room after you get off tonight? We can have a few drinks and catch up on old times. Here's the address," I said as I handed him a key packet from the hotel with one of our room keys in it. We each had a key and were riding back together, so it was worth the chance that Rick would show up. "Hey, Rick, if there are any other new dancers that you want to invite over as well, feel free to bring them with you. Maybe we can help them out later this week like we did for you tonight."
With all of the teasing that our cocks had received from Rick and the other strippers all night long, Jim, Scott, and I were returning to the hotel as horny as hell. But, about 15 minutes after we got back to our hotel room, we heard a key slipping into our door lock. We all smiled a huge smile, as we realized that Rick had come over to "repay us," and we could only hope that he didn't come alone...
TO BE CONTINUED...
Rick and I didn't really hang out together in high school, but were decent friends as a result of playing football and baseball together for years growing up. When we graduated from high school, Rick decided to go to a junior college in South Florida so that he could continue playing football and baseball. I went to Georgia Tech in Atlanta. We hadn't seen each other in a couple of years and I hadn't really thought about him...until...
I had gone to Ft. Lauderdale with a couple of my college buddies the week after our spring semester ended. We were looking for sun, beaches, beer, and hot places to party. The 2 buddies that I was with were gay, but were not a couple, and they knew that I was bi-sexual with a girlfriend who wasn't going with us. We drove down from Atlanta on Thursday, and decided to drink some beers and relax by the hotel's pool that evening. Then on Friday, we hung out at the beach all day until about 4:00 p.m. Then, we went to our room to shower and clean up before dinner. Our evening plan was to drive up to West Palm Beach to spend the evening at Cupid's Cabaret, an all-nude strip club. The guys and I had hung out together on numerous occasions at Swinging Richards in Atlanta, so they knew that I (as the bi guy in the group) was comfortable being at a gay strip club.
We were eating dinner rather early and went straight to Cupid's so we arrived around 9:00, before it got too busy. According to the ads we'd seen, there were typically around 25 studs dancing on Friday nights. There was one guy dancing naked, and hard as a rock, on the stage when we walked in. We took a table near the main stage. About 3 dancers later, a dancer referred to as "Adam" took the stage. He was hitting the stage in a skin tight muscle tee shirt, and a pair of football shorts. As soon as I saw his face, I recognized Rick. This was the first time I'd seen him since our high school graduation night. "Shit, I went to high school with this guy," I told my buddies. I didn't know how he'd react to my being there, since he didn't know that I was bi-sexual. And, I didn't know if he was actually gay or str8 and trying to make money off of his hot body.
My buddies, Jim and Scott, took out some ones and started tipping him on the first song. As they were slipping their tip into his shorts, "Adam" saw me sitting at the table. He proceeded to complete his set, nervously dancing through the first 2 songs in various stages of dress, then dancing the third song, completely naked and hard. It was still early and there weren't many customers yet, so there weren't many tips to speak of during this set.
Next on stage was a hot Dominican named Rodrigo. As he was performing, "Adam" came over and took the vacant seat at our table. He was shirtless but was wearing shorts, as Cupid's allows full nudity, but only on stage. I said "hi" and asked if I could buy him a drink. He agreed and we walked over to the bar, leaving Jim & Scott at the table. We got our drinks and walked over to a pretty isolated corner of the club to "catch up." Rick told me that he was no longer playing sports and that he had finished his 2 years of Junior College. He was working here for the summer, hoping to make a lot of money, before transferring to the University of Georgia in the fall. He told me that he was really hurting for money, and that tonight was only his second night. He was very nervous about performing, since he'd never done anything like this before at all, and his tips from the first night were horrible because he was so nervous. The owner had told him that if he didn't calm down and perform better within the next couple of days that they would have to cut him loose.
"I know that I'd be more relaxed if I thought that people were attracted to my body. I'm not gay, but you know that I've always enjoyed showing off my body. But, if it seems like nobody is enjoying looking at me, it just makes me more nervous, and my performance will suck."
I responded by explaining to him that I was bisexual and that my 2 friends were gay, and that their jaws dropped when they found out that I knew him. Why wouldn't everyone in the club feel the same?
"Adam" then suggested that we help him out for the night, and that he would in turn help us out. He suggested that he would spot us some ones if we would use them to tip him. Also, if we'd have some lap dances from him during the evening, he'd be ok with us slipping ones into his g-string during the lap dances instead of the $20's that they normally charged. All of this money goes to the strippers, not the house, and he simply wanted to appear busy, comfortable, and in demand, to the owners that night to keep his job. I told him that we'd be happy to help. I'd wanted to get my hands on him since high school (I didn't tell him that), but I did tell him that Jim & Scott would love tipping with someone else's money.
With that being arranged, "Adam" slipped me a roll of $50 in one's and then returned to the dressing room. When I returned to our table, I quickly explained the "plan" to Jim & Scott. They were in quick agreement, and we split up the cash that "Adam" had spotted us. We decided that we would each "purchase" 2 lap dances from "Adam" over the course of the evening, and that we would each tip him 2-3 times during each song of each of his sets until his money was gone.
The crowd continued growing by the minute as it got later in the evening. About 30 minutes later, "Adam" returned to the stage. He was visibly hard under the shorts that he was wearing. After the first few seconds of his first song, I stood up and approached the stage to tip him. I slipped a couple of dollars into his shorts, copping a firm feel of his hard cock through his shorts. Someone on the other side of the stage must have seen that the "new guy" was ok with the tippers grabbing his cock, so they approached the stage with a tip. Both Jim & Scott proceeded to do the same, followed by some others in the audience. At the beginning of the second song, "Adam" had removed his shirt and was still hard in the tight white shorts that we had on. I stood up to give him another tip and as I was putting the money into his shorts, he grabbed my hands, positioned my fingers inside the waist band, and motioned for me to pull them down. As I pulled down his shorts, his hard cock brushed against my face. As more and more members of the audience were enjoying "Adam's" performance, and more people were tipping, it was obvious that he was getting more comfortable. As Jim, Scott, and I were tipping him during his third song (while he was completely nude), we was guiding our hands across his chest, his ass, and onto his hard cock and balls.
Even without our "tips", "Adam" had probably made more money during this set than he did his entire first night of work. After he had gone to the locker room to get dressed, he returned to work the audience for lap dances and private shows. When he came near our table, I agreed, as planned, to a lap dance. I was already hard just thinking about it!
We went into a secluded but visible corner of the club for the lap dance. At Cupid's, the dancers allow touching during the lap dances, but they have to remain clothes (shorts or g-strings). So..."Adam" stood between my legs, shirtless, and began to gyrate his hims as he leaned over me. Throughout the dance, "Adam"was pressing his hard dick against mine, so he had to know how hard I was. My hands were all over him, rubbing his back, his chest, and his ass...then grabbing his hard cock through his shorts. I was wearing some loose gym shorts and boxers. "Adam" positioned me so that it wasn't obvious where his hand was, and he slipped it up the leg of my shorts, grabbing my hard cock. He stayed pressed close to me, my hand stroking him through his shorts, and his hand inside mine, for the rest of the song. At the end of the song, I paid him with some of his own money, as we agreed, although it seemed completely wrong, given how much I had enjoyed it.
This continued throughout the evening. The three of us were tipping "Adam" repeatedly and enjoying our opportunities to stroke his hard naked cock while he was on the stage. Jim & Scott had had 3 lap dances and I'd had 2. It was about an hour before closing, and I knew that the club also had "private rooms." I approached "Adam" to suggest to him that we try to make our next lap dance even hotter than the others in an effort to attract someone to purchase a private room from him before closing. I told him that I'd let him take my shirt off during the private dance, and that I'd return to my table afterwards with my hard cock obviously tenting in my loose shorts. Maybe if he was willing to partially undress me during a lap dance, and got me that hard, that he'd be perceived as a great dancer to take into a private room. He loved the idea.
We went to our "spot" for the lap dance. As the song began, he reached down and slowly pulled my shirt over my head. I kept my arms back over my head, and he proceeded to lick and kiss his way down my arms, licking my arm pits, nibbling on my hard nipples, and then kissing his way down my six pack...finally pressing his face into my crotch against my hard cock. He then basically laid down on top of me...our naked chests against each other, our faces within inches of each other, our hard cocks pressed together. I slipped my hands into each side of his tight shorts, cupping each ass cheek in a hand. He continued "dry fucking" me from this position for basically the remainder of the song. When the song was over, I slipped the last of his money into his shorts. Then waited for him to walk off, as if I was ashamed to get up. He had strategically grabbed my cock in my loose shorts as he got up, positioning it so that it was standing at full attention. I remembered our deal, and made it a point to stand up between songs, while the dancers on stage were changing. This way, nobody would be looking at the stage.
With my shirt still off and my hard cock tenting in my shorts, I walked over to our table, making no effort to hide my hard on. When I got to our table, I remained standing up while I talked to Jim & Scott, giving people more time to notice my hard on. After a few minutes, I walked over to the bar, still hard and tenting, to order a round of drinks for the guys and me.
Jim, Scott, and I, continued watching the remainder of the dancers, tipping those that we thought were hot for the remainder of the night. I thought I'd seen "Adam" come out of the dressing room after our lap dance, but I was watching Luis, the sexy Cuban on stage, and didn't see where he went. Just before last call, we saw "Adam" exiting from one of the private rooms with a 20 something hottie following him out of the room....Apparently, our plan had worked.
During the last set, the lights were dimmed and all of the dancers came up on stage, naked and hard, giving the audience one last opportunity to grab their cocks and tip them. I had "spent" all of his money, but approached "Adam" to tip him again. "Wow! What a night!" He said to me as I grabbed his hard cock and slipped some cash into his hand. "I can't believe that my plan worked. Since you guys were 'interested', so were other guys, and I was much more comfortable and approachable as a result. How can I ever repay you?"
"Stop by our table after this set. I've got an idea how you can repay us." I said.
Following the set, he slipped his shorts back on and came over to our table. "Thanks again, guys. I had a great time tonight and the tips from the rest of the audience were great. How can I repay you?"
"Why don't you come by our hotel room after you get off tonight? We can have a few drinks and catch up on old times. Here's the address," I said as I handed him a key packet from the hotel with one of our room keys in it. We each had a key and were riding back together, so it was worth the chance that Rick would show up. "Hey, Rick, if there are any other new dancers that you want to invite over as well, feel free to bring them with you. Maybe we can help them out later this week like we did for you tonight."
With all of the teasing that our cocks had received from Rick and the other strippers all night long, Jim, Scott, and I were returning to the hotel as horny as hell. But, about 15 minutes after we got back to our hotel room, we heard a key slipping into our door lock. We all smiled a huge smile, as we realized that Rick had come over to "repay us," and we could only hope that he didn't come alone...
TO BE CONTINUED...
