I felt a sense of danger as I knew that someone here had recognized me and that could not be good. Was he a parolee? Or was he someone else from the past that had slipped from my mind in the line of people who I met every day in my work? It was then that the music changed and I noticed that the stage that stood behind the bar led to a curtain which guarded a portal of some kind in the back wall of the club. Curiosity got the best of me as I wondered what kind of show went on in the pleasure club. I didn’t have to wait more than a minute as a gorgeous young man dressed up in a scanty cowboy outfit danced his way from the portal out the where the crowd gathered at the bar. Immediately the mood in the place changed and there were hoots and catcalls as this hot guy began to gyrate and tease the crowd into a frenzy. Men went forward to slip money into his g string which he wore around his leg close to his crotch and from the look of things he was doing ok. He was blond and wore a mask but I could tell that he was young, probably just out of high school.
He began to strip as the next song began and shortly he as bare except for a g string and silver cup which barely covered his cock and balls and as he danced I expected them to fall out free at any minute. A new bartender showed up at that moment, a gorgeous woman and she whispered into the bald mans ear and he relinquished the bar to her. The first thing she did was to come and ask if I cared for another scotch and I agreed, pushing money at her as she served the scotch. She smiled and moved on to serve the other patrons and I let my eyes slip back to where the blond man that I had recognized sat, but he was gone. A sense of apprehension swept over me and I quickly scanned the entire club to see if I could locate him. I felt better knowing where he was rather than him having the drop on my in a strange club. In my line of work one has to be constantly on guard against angry parolee’s who feel you have shafted them and are out for revenge and this thought swept through my mind as I failed to locate him anywhere.
I made myself relax and force my attention to the stage where the young blond boy was just finishing up his act as his cock had grown since his last dance. The music ended and he allowed a few men to slip money into his g string and one or two let their fingers caress his dick unashamedly as he bent down to let them whisper into his ear. A sound at the bar directly in front of me startled me and I saw the hot female bartender setting down a new scotch and ice for me. I nodded and began to sip it.
Once again the music changed and the blond moved off of the stage to accept drinks from his adoring fans. The performer that came on next was just as young even wearing his little mask and his upper body was bare showing off a beautiful toned chest and cut muscles. Unlike the first boy this young man didn’t seem to have any tattoo’s on him but I let my eyes sweep over him from his dark hair to the costume her wore. Suddenly I realized it was a prison uniform complete with I.D number and it stunned me as she began to dance to the somewhat slow music. If the first boy got it off to a rock and roll start, this guy wanted to ease into it and let the desire build slowly.
I again sipped at my drink and felt a warm glow of pleasure spread over me as I realized I was enjoying myself and that everything was ok with the world. Why should I deny myself a little dark pleasure in a place like this? I worked damn hard and I needed to let my hair down a little so to speak. I looked up at the male dancer and that was when it hit me. The dark hair, the pouty full lips, and the huge bulge in his prison costume. My God it was Denny, and I was watching him perform a strip tease in some seedy bar downtown! I drained my scotch and instantly the barmaid was there with another one as I looked down to keep my head from swimming. I felt warm and happy but a little dizzy and I put it down to realizing that I was actually getting to watch my fantasy boy strip for me.
I felt my dick begin to stiffen in my pants as me approached Denny to slip money into his g string which was biggie than the other dancers had been.
Probably due to the fact that his lovely cock is so much bigger I thought.
He moved his hips in a tantalizing movement that seemed to hypnotize me as my eyes were riveted on the bulge in his g string. I just watched and let my mind run with the fantasies that came to me. The barmaid asking if I wanted another scotch pulled my eyes away from the object of my lust and I nodded with a silly smile.
“I’d better slow down a little” I told myself as my drink came and I received a flirty wink form the sexy barmaid. When I looked back up at Denny he was staring right at me and standing over me as his hips moved in slow grinding circles as our eyes met. He was not smiling at me, just looking into my eyes and then he reached down and let his fingers slid over his bulging cock and my mouth fell open in desire as I silently mouthed the words “Oh my God”. He smiled then and winked at me and slowly pulled the rest of his costume off revealing his gorgeous legs and muscular ass.
Warning bells went off in my head at that moment as my head seemed to swim as I gazed up at him and I desperately reminded myself that I was a probation officer…his probation officer and now I was in a gay bar watching him strip! I shook my head to try and clear it but then Denny came to the edge of the stage and bent his knees right in front of me for me to put something in his g string. Without thinking I pulled a fifty dollar bill from my wallet and slipped it into his g string, my eyes locked on his as he smiled wickedly at me from behind his mask. It was then that he took my hand and guided it to caress his legs and then to his sweet dick, I couldn’t help myself as I filled my hand with his bulge as he moved ever so slightly so that I was caressing his dick through his g string.
I was breathing hard and my mouth was open as my own cock threatened to explode in my pants from excitement. Finally he stood up and winked at me and continued to dance for the other customers who I noticed were scowling at me at the special attention I had received from Denny.
And that is the last thing that I remember. I came back to the world of the living as light pierced by eyes and I forced them shut again. My head ached terribly and I groaned in pain as I brought my hand up to my head.
“Hey there Paul” a voice said from somewhere close by. “How are ya feeling?”
I forced my eyes open through the pain of the light and there stood Denny in street clothes looking down on my with a look of genuine concern on his face. I closed my eyes again and reopened them trying to make them focus. In the end all I could do was groan as my head swam and I went into a warm and comforting darkness.
“Paul… hey Paul” and I felt someone gently shaking me and I forced my eyes open again to see Denny sitting beside me with a glass of water in his hand. I tried to lick my lips at the sight of the water but my tongue was stuck inside my mouth.