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Chapter 1
I was in New Orleans for a conference, and I was sharing a room with my best friend, Marcus, who was also attending the same conference. His company was trying to save money so they had paired up the people attending the conference to share rooms. My company did not, so I had a room by myself. Since he was complaining about having to share a room with someone he didn’t know, I offered him the extra bed in my room.
On the first evening of the conference, we went to numerous bars on Bourbon Street, drinking, dancing, and catching up (it had been about a year since we’d seen each other). We were quite intoxicated and not ready for the party to end when the bar we were at announced “last call.” Marcus, who is straight and his wife was expecting their first child, suggested that we walk down the street to one of the gay bars, since he thought that a couple of the guys from his company were partying there.
When we walked into the bar, there were male strippers dancing on the bar and numerous male strippers mingling with the crowd in search of tips. At first when we walked in, Marcus looked very uncomfortable. His coworkers met up with us pretty quickly once we arrived and ordered us a round of hurricanes. When the next mingling stripper was approaching, John, one of Marcus’ coworkers, stuffed a dollar in Marcus’ hand and told him to tip the stripper. He told Marcus he needed to loosen up and remember that “what happens in N’awlins, stays in N’awlins.” Marcus nervously stuck the dollar into the stripper’s g-string.
A few drinks later, Marcus & I had removed our shirts, as the bar was not air conditioned and it was quite hot. Many of the other customers had done the same, so this apparently wasn’t unusual to do. The next stripper that came by was hot! He was in his mid-20’s, had a nice tight set of abs, gorgeous tan, and a light layering of chest hair across his sexy pecs. He was well hung and had his hard cock stuffed into a thong that looked like it was going to rip. He walked between Marcus & I and gave Marcus a tight hug, rubbing his hard cock against Marcus’ crotch. I slipped my hand between them, stuffing a tip into the thong while grabbing the hard cock. My hand brushed against Marcus as I did this, and I noticed that he was also hard.
We continued drinking hurricanes and enjoying the strippers until the bar closed at 4 am. Marcus became more and more relaxed, and horny, with every stripper that came by. By the time they announced last call, we had worked our way into one of the corners of the club. One of the strippers was in the corner with Marcus, his 2 co-workers, and I circling between him and the rest of the club, so that nobody could really see what was going. The stripper had pulled his cock completely out of his thong and was letting each of us play with it as we tipped him. Marcus, surprisingly, appeared completely uninhibited as he stroked the stripper’s cock with one hand while massaging his chest with the other. The stripper was returning the favor, massaging Marcus’ cock through his shorts and playing with his nipples with the other hand. Then, Marcus unzipped his shorts so that the stripper could reach inside to stroke him. What a change this was after a few hours of hurricanes in a bar where the testosterone levels were high.
When the bar closed, we staggered into Bourbon Street, still shirtless due to the heat. We had purchased another round of hurricanes for the walk back to the hotel. As we were walking, Marcus and I were arm-in-arm, helping each of us maintain our balance as we walked. Less than a minute later, Marcus slipped his hand from my waist underneath my shorts, resting his hand on my right butt cheek. He kept it there for the remainder of the walk.
“Will you come back here with me tomorrow night?” he asked as we walked. “I noticed that they have an amateur stripper contest and I could use the money.”
“Of course I’ll be there,” I replied. “I can’t believe you’ve got the balls to do that!”
“Well…I stripped for women about 6 years ago and I’ve always heard that gay men are better tippers. And…there’s a $250 cash prize to the winner. We could really use that with a baby on the way. We’ll practice a little in the hotel room, so I won’t be so nervous tomorrow night.”
We reached the hotel and went into the room. I poured us each a Jack and coke. I noticed that my shorts had some drinks spilled on them at some point during the evening, so I removed them and remained in my boxer briefs. Marcus had removed his khaki shorts and told me to sit in the chair and he would practice his act for the amateur strip contest. He had gone into the bathroom and changed into a pair of Calvin Klein bikini briefs.
He straddled my legs, and started dancing to the music he had turned on. I reached up and started rubbing his sexy legs. “Pretend you’re a customer at the bar. I need to be very comfortable as I’m performing and not look surprised by anything the customers try to do.” I worked my way up and slipped my hands inside his briefs, cupping each of his butt cheeks. I could see his cock growing immediately hard inside his briefs.
I ran my hands around, rubbing his body as I reach up to grip his pecs in my hands. Then I started lightly pinching and playing with his nipples. I rubbed down his sexy chest and abs and then pretended to be slipping money into his briefs as I grabbed his cock and balls.
He turned around and bent over, showing me his tight, sexy ass. I slipped my hands into the waist band of his briefs and slipped them off of his ass. Then I ran my fingers down his ass crack and pretended to slip some dollars into his shorts. I pulled the bikini briefs down his legs, leaving him naked. “You won’t be naked tomorrow night, but this will make you a lot more comfortable tomorrow night,” I told him. I reached around and started stroking his cock while playing with his ass cheeks with the other hand.
He turned around facing me, still naked and hard. “Stand up,” he said. “Pretend that you’re standing around the bar and I’m coming around looking for tips.” I gave him a hug and grabbed his ass, pretending to slip a dollar into his briefs if they were there. He was grinding his cock against mine. Needless to say, I was hard as a rock. “I’ll make better tips if I position myself so that I can do this,” he said as he gripped my hard cock through my boxer briefs and started stroking. Then, he slipped my boxer briefs down to my thighs, pressed our hard cocks against one another and started stroking them simultaneously. “Forget practicing for the contest,” he said. “I’ve wanted to try something with you for a long time to see what it’s like, but I’ve never had the guts to do it.” He leaned in and kissed me passionately, still stroking our cocks.
To be continued in chapter 2…
I was in New Orleans for a conference, and I was sharing a room with my best friend, Marcus, who was also attending the same conference. His company was trying to save money so they had paired up the people attending the conference to share rooms. My company did not, so I had a room by myself. Since he was complaining about having to share a room with someone he didn’t know, I offered him the extra bed in my room.
On the first evening of the conference, we went to numerous bars on Bourbon Street, drinking, dancing, and catching up (it had been about a year since we’d seen each other). We were quite intoxicated and not ready for the party to end when the bar we were at announced “last call.” Marcus, who is straight and his wife was expecting their first child, suggested that we walk down the street to one of the gay bars, since he thought that a couple of the guys from his company were partying there.
When we walked into the bar, there were male strippers dancing on the bar and numerous male strippers mingling with the crowd in search of tips. At first when we walked in, Marcus looked very uncomfortable. His coworkers met up with us pretty quickly once we arrived and ordered us a round of hurricanes. When the next mingling stripper was approaching, John, one of Marcus’ coworkers, stuffed a dollar in Marcus’ hand and told him to tip the stripper. He told Marcus he needed to loosen up and remember that “what happens in N’awlins, stays in N’awlins.” Marcus nervously stuck the dollar into the stripper’s g-string.
A few drinks later, Marcus & I had removed our shirts, as the bar was not air conditioned and it was quite hot. Many of the other customers had done the same, so this apparently wasn’t unusual to do. The next stripper that came by was hot! He was in his mid-20’s, had a nice tight set of abs, gorgeous tan, and a light layering of chest hair across his sexy pecs. He was well hung and had his hard cock stuffed into a thong that looked like it was going to rip. He walked between Marcus & I and gave Marcus a tight hug, rubbing his hard cock against Marcus’ crotch. I slipped my hand between them, stuffing a tip into the thong while grabbing the hard cock. My hand brushed against Marcus as I did this, and I noticed that he was also hard.
We continued drinking hurricanes and enjoying the strippers until the bar closed at 4 am. Marcus became more and more relaxed, and horny, with every stripper that came by. By the time they announced last call, we had worked our way into one of the corners of the club. One of the strippers was in the corner with Marcus, his 2 co-workers, and I circling between him and the rest of the club, so that nobody could really see what was going. The stripper had pulled his cock completely out of his thong and was letting each of us play with it as we tipped him. Marcus, surprisingly, appeared completely uninhibited as he stroked the stripper’s cock with one hand while massaging his chest with the other. The stripper was returning the favor, massaging Marcus’ cock through his shorts and playing with his nipples with the other hand. Then, Marcus unzipped his shorts so that the stripper could reach inside to stroke him. What a change this was after a few hours of hurricanes in a bar where the testosterone levels were high.
When the bar closed, we staggered into Bourbon Street, still shirtless due to the heat. We had purchased another round of hurricanes for the walk back to the hotel. As we were walking, Marcus and I were arm-in-arm, helping each of us maintain our balance as we walked. Less than a minute later, Marcus slipped his hand from my waist underneath my shorts, resting his hand on my right butt cheek. He kept it there for the remainder of the walk.
“Will you come back here with me tomorrow night?” he asked as we walked. “I noticed that they have an amateur stripper contest and I could use the money.”
“Of course I’ll be there,” I replied. “I can’t believe you’ve got the balls to do that!”
“Well…I stripped for women about 6 years ago and I’ve always heard that gay men are better tippers. And…there’s a $250 cash prize to the winner. We could really use that with a baby on the way. We’ll practice a little in the hotel room, so I won’t be so nervous tomorrow night.”
We reached the hotel and went into the room. I poured us each a Jack and coke. I noticed that my shorts had some drinks spilled on them at some point during the evening, so I removed them and remained in my boxer briefs. Marcus had removed his khaki shorts and told me to sit in the chair and he would practice his act for the amateur strip contest. He had gone into the bathroom and changed into a pair of Calvin Klein bikini briefs.
He straddled my legs, and started dancing to the music he had turned on. I reached up and started rubbing his sexy legs. “Pretend you’re a customer at the bar. I need to be very comfortable as I’m performing and not look surprised by anything the customers try to do.” I worked my way up and slipped my hands inside his briefs, cupping each of his butt cheeks. I could see his cock growing immediately hard inside his briefs.
I ran my hands around, rubbing his body as I reach up to grip his pecs in my hands. Then I started lightly pinching and playing with his nipples. I rubbed down his sexy chest and abs and then pretended to be slipping money into his briefs as I grabbed his cock and balls.
He turned around and bent over, showing me his tight, sexy ass. I slipped my hands into the waist band of his briefs and slipped them off of his ass. Then I ran my fingers down his ass crack and pretended to slip some dollars into his shorts. I pulled the bikini briefs down his legs, leaving him naked. “You won’t be naked tomorrow night, but this will make you a lot more comfortable tomorrow night,” I told him. I reached around and started stroking his cock while playing with his ass cheeks with the other hand.
He turned around facing me, still naked and hard. “Stand up,” he said. “Pretend that you’re standing around the bar and I’m coming around looking for tips.” I gave him a hug and grabbed his ass, pretending to slip a dollar into his briefs if they were there. He was grinding his cock against mine. Needless to say, I was hard as a rock. “I’ll make better tips if I position myself so that I can do this,” he said as he gripped my hard cock through my boxer briefs and started stroking. Then, he slipped my boxer briefs down to my thighs, pressed our hard cocks against one another and started stroking them simultaneously. “Forget practicing for the contest,” he said. “I’ve wanted to try something with you for a long time to see what it’s like, but I’ve never had the guts to do it.” He leaned in and kissed me passionately, still stroking our cocks.
To be continued in chapter 2…
