Shit, I'd never known men could be so flexible. This wild cat was dancing on the pole better than any other female stripper I had ever seen. He was graceful and sexy at the same time. He effortlessly wrapped his strong legs around that pole. And oh, the ass, the rounded and magnificent big ass that I thought needed its own zip code because of its size.
I could feel myself getting horny as I watched this attractive man. My dick pulsating for the first time in years. I was getting turned on and I could not believe it. I built up the courage to get a better look of his performance, I gulped another shot of my beer before moving.
I headed straight to the front of the stage until I was close enough that all the actions on stage could be observed clearly.
If it was even possible, I thought his smile was sexier than his body movements. He shook his ass and danced so well as the crowd yelled in unison for him to take his clothes off, to finally strip.
He suddenly started ripping off his fitted shirt, the shirt that was once hugging his lean body, as he did it, I watched closely. He was definitely very cute, especially he was possessing a six pack abs that fitted him perfectly I thought it was illegal, too arousing.
He ran his hand over his chest and stomach, making me think that he also knew he was attractive. He tossed the ripped off shirt out into the crowd with a wink as he jumped back onto the pole. He spun around, hung upside down, slid up and down and showing off even more of his flexibility. That steel pole had no idea of the jealousy I was feeling that moment. I wanted nothing more than to be the pole this cute wildcat was grinding up and dancing against. He was so freaking sexy. I had never seen a man move so amazingly.
I felt that my body got even more bothered as he came back into the middle of the stage. He pulled down the fitted pants half way that at first, revealing his round ass. He then pulled them back up to tease the audience with that sexy grin he had shown off earlier.
All the women had thrown money at him and some put cash in his pants as he eased down on his knees to shake his ass. For a moment, our eyes met again, which made my heart skip a beat. I just couldn't take my eyes off him. he made his way over to my side of the stage, and he made sure that my eyes were solely focused on him as slowly teased me with his gaze as he was dancing sexy and slowly in front of me. He caught my full attention and locked it up on his amazing body and face. I was beyond captivated by this man. Nothing alarmed me more than my dick that was desiring to be touched. I held my teeth in a tight grasp trying to calm myself down though it did me no good. Because just when I had recovered some of my composure back he would pull his pants off - actually, more like ripping them off and tossing them into the audience.
I could feel my mouth was wide open in pure bewilderment as I stared at his bulge that was unfortunately covered with a red thong. Hell, tease. I could tell though that he was not wearing any underwear below the thong, lucky for me. Unconsciously, that piece of realization sent me into an ecstatic state. He suddenly slowly bent over backward near the pole and grabbed it with his legs and then swung himself upright again. Shit really had a talent
Everything happened quickly that moments later he was swinging around on the pole and then he was back in front of me dancing. He was swinging that huge package of his in my face. I reached into my pocket like an involuntary movement, hoping I had spare dollars in it. Fortunately for me I had a few cash left. He pushed out his pelvis, it was like motioning me with those tantalizing eyes and that yummy gorgeous body to put the bills on him. I slowly and nervously reached out to him and slipped the dollars in his thong. He winked and smiled at me as he seductively crawled away and gave me one last glance over his shoulder. I was hooked up with his glance for a moment as he took a few more cash from some women and did a few more dance tricks on the pole before his show finally concluded. I watched in amazement as he took a bow and moved back behind the curtain.
The next dancer came out, he was also cute but didn't give me any pounding heart like the previous random guy called as 'wild cat'. Grrr, I knew that that wild cat sexy arousing man had to be just in his twenties based on how he looks, probably 21. But a part of me really wanted to see him one more time and if possible, even talk with him. Though, what would a 21-year-old dancer and a 44-year-old me talk about? I was just aware that the idea of talking to him would be ridiculous and maybe even foolish, but my heart and body longed to hear what he sounded and feel as if our lips connect. I have never wanted someone so badly before, I thought I was sick.
I watched the other dancers who came out for a while though I did not really pay much attention to them. I was all the time thinking with being wrapped by the “wild cat’s” strong arms.
After several minutes of unfocused watching, I decided that I might as well go back downstairs for a beer refill. It was an unlimited drinks night and it was seldom so I had to take advantage. I went down the stairs back to the first floor slowly and still amazed by the thoughts of my attractive stripper.
To my surprise, as I got into the last step, there he was. That beautiful “wild cat”. He was heading towards the bar and his body was now covered up in jeans and a blue shirt.
I took a deep breath to gather my courage and decided to take a seat at the bar beside him. I waited a few minutes as he got settled on the bar stool. I quickly walked over nervously and took a seat beside him. He smelled warm vanilla and sweet like sugar. It was addicting. He was talking on the phone and his handsome face turned down in a worrisome look. He was using a language I didn't understand which I thought was Chinese Mandarin or maybe Japanese, I wasn't sure. All I knew was that it sounded sexy that it stimulated my interest even more. He talked for a moment before his line had been cut off. With an embarrassed face, he stared at his cell phone for a moment, it seemed that he couldn't believe what the person on the other line had said before he slammed the phone down on the counter.
He rested his head down on his arm on the counter looking pretty upset.
I was staring at him as I ordered two drink. Thankfully, the order came quickly as he raised up. Then I quickly slid the extra drink over to him with a smile.
"It seems that you need this more than I do," I said looking into his mesmerizing eyes. Holy shit, how did I fail to see that his eyes were two different colors? One eye was blue while the other was half brown and half blue, it was a rare medical condition that did not only make him more interesting but also made him more handsome.
He looked at me and smiled with a flickering smile as he took a sip of his drink.
"Well, thanks, that's very kind of you."
"No problem dude. Has this been a rough day?"
"Urgh, you have no idea of even half of it..." he said looking like a kid who's about to cry.
"Well I think it will make you feel better, let me just say you put an amazing show, it was fantastic. I was more than entertained to say the least. I mean, yeah, I can't believe I just said that."
He smiled with and suddenly giggled. "You're really nice huh. It's fine. That wasn't my best show, but I'm glad you liked it. "
"Not the best show? Impossible...I've never seen a guy dance like that. Not that I watch men a lot. Not that I'm against to that or, hmmm. Gosh, I really don't know what to say. Please excuse me while I fade away with my annoyance." I nervously said.
Both of us laughed.
"Don't be annoyed. I'm Michael by the way."
"Oh nice to meet you, I'm Sebastian. And dude, trust me, it's far too late for that."
Michael smiled as he took another sip of his drink. Michael looked a little better than before, though, there was definitely something bothering him.
"Okay, so, do you wanna share what's bothering you now? I'm a great listener. "
"Ah, it's just some family matters. My mother just died four weeks ago and everyone's been calling me from nowhere asking me about money, and my mother's properties and blah blah blah. Since I'm the only heir, everyone is just pretty much pressuring me asking me inquiry after inquiry and not even giving
me time to think.
What the hell, I mean my mother just passed away, at least give me time to mourn and miss her. I just don't have an idea what to do. I apologize for telling all this on you." Michael said apologetically.
"No need to apologize, besides I'm the one who offered to listen. What you've been through was really tough. I am very sorry for your loss. I can only imagine how much pain you are feeling now. It's just that, money really makes people act in foolish ways sometimes. Did they even ask you how you're doing?"
"None of them did. But most of them have all been quick to ask to borrow money promising 'I will pay you back, I swear' and 'since we're family you should just give me the money.' They've asked me almost everything but not a single are you okay? Do you need anything? I think I'm just ready to give the money all up and let them fight over it. I don't want all the stress." Michael said as he let out a huge sigh.
I didn't really know what to say, so I thought I would ask him to grab some foods.
"Do you, hmm, wanna go somewhere not noisy and maybe grab some food?"
"Hell yeah, I'm starving. I know a nice little restaurant a couple of meters from here." Michael said as he sipped the last drop of his drink.
"That's great, let me just call my friends to tell them I'm leaving," I said as I got up from the bar. I looked for my friends for awhile though I only found six of them. I told them I was going back home, a friend just shook his head drunkenly as he turned his eyes back to the female stripper on stage. Seeing that, I walked back over to Michael.
We went out to the parking lot and got into my wheels. He guided me to the nice little Persian restaurant. We placed our food order and conversed about our lives a little more. I told him about my job as an insurance agent and how it was really exhausting me. With confidence, I asked him how a pretty and handsome young kid like him became a dancer and stripper.
He told me because it was an easy way to make cold cash and that he only needed to work at night. During daytimes, he would usually do volunteer jobs.
"Before she died, did you mother give you money? Did she know you work in the club?"
"She left me a big pile of cash, but I just didn't feel right accepting it. Therefore, I donated half of it to three charities I knew and put the other half up in a bank savings account that I've decided not to touch unless I really need it. Though, in all honesty I really enjoy stripping. Ridiculous, I know but, I like all eyes and attention on me and it is kind of an ecstatic feeling. And as of now I'm not really sure what I want to do with my life so for now, dancing and stripping would be pretty convenient for me."
Michael said with a light laugh.
"How old are you Michael?"
"I'm 21. And you?"
"Hmmm, I'm in my 40's..okay...I'm 44," I said as I tried to stop my laugh.
Michael just smiled.
"Tsk, you act as if 44 is old huh?."
"Not at all, though, it is as if I am old enough to be your father."
"Whoa, haha, you're really funny. It's okay it's okay. Umm... Sebastian, can I ask you something?"
"Sure, go ahead."
"Hmm, was it your first time to watch a stripper, particularly, a guy? I was just wondering."
"Yeah, my first, I mean I was kind of curious. And like I said earlier, I was very...uhmm..entertained. " I answered with a smile. My face suddenly turned a little pinkish again as I turned my eyes to his body that was wrapped with a fitted blue shirt, hell, it was a turn on.
Michael just smiled as the waitress came with the bill.
Michael and I both reached for it, our hands touched each others. His hand ended up on top of mine. I looked up into those two-colored eyes of his as he flashed me a seductive smile. Michael pulled out three twenty dollar bills from his pocket and insistently gave it to me for us to pay.
We then headed out and headed back to the car.
"Oh, thanks for the dinner. I should have paid for it." I said as I started the car engine.
"No problem, you're welcome. You sat and listened to my horrible and depressing story, it was the least I could do."
"Oh nevermind that, I really had a good time. It's been quite some time since I've had a conversation with someone I enjoyed being with. So I guess, hmmm… Do you want me to drop you back off at the nightclub or hmm maybe..." I started to say as Michael reached out across and kissed me. He was so gentle but a bit wild in a way. It was a deep, torrid yet passionate kiss. His tongue poked my mouth as it fought against mine. Before I notice it, he was on my lap and kissing me even more wild. His hands were grabbing my hair with a firm grasp as he devoured my mouth.
"Hmm...uhmm Mich..." I tried to say as he motioned for another kiss.
It was as if my body moved involuntarily as I felt my arms reaching out and hugging him. I gave in into his kiss, letting my tongue fight against for his tongue too. We gave each other careless and wet kisses for awhile.
I was really turned on by his move and I could feel myself getting aroused.
Michael could tell too as he slid his hand down to fumble me.
He looked at me straight in the eyes with that tantalizing gaze, flashing me that smile that made my heart pound as he squeezed my erect dick.
"Oooh, shit...Michael..."
"Do you want me to stop Sebastian?" Michael murmured in my ear in a flirtatious voice. He licked and sucked on my ear as he waited for my answer.
"Oh my gosh, I think we should go back to my house," I answered, not really caring about anything coming out of my mouth. Damn, you know it's kinda difficult to concentrate with an attractive man sitting on your lap kissing, squeezing, licking and biting you.
"Now that's a great answer," Michael said as he got off of my lap.
Fortunately, my house wasn't too far. we were there at 20 minutes.
We got out of the car as I led him to my front door.
Once I got the door open he stormed in and gave me a lustful look that let me know he was ready to fight.
I gently sighed as we went into the living room. I turned on the light and told him to take a seat anywhere he could find one. My house was a little messier than usual.
Michael took a seat on the small red couch as elegant as ever. He was so freaking poised that even the way he sat was attractive.
He sat and suddenly tapped his lap as if he was trying to invite me.
"Okay, so, you want anything to drink?"
"No no, I'm good, you have a nice place huh," Michael said as he looked around.
"Thank you," I said as I walked into the kitchen.
I rested my head against the refrigerator trying to figure out what the hell had happened. I was reprimanding myself as to how did I end up watching a male stripper who had just turned to a legal age? And why did I say let's go to my house? My gosh, stupid Sebastian, really stupid! This can't be happening. I mean I can't sleep with this young man, or maybe I can? I've never been with another man before, although I was wondering, but that's so not the point. I was contemplating and did not notice that Michael walked into the kitchen too.
Suddenly, our eyes locked in on each others as I turned my head to look at him. He tilted his head to the side and walked over to me.
"You've never been with another man before have you?" He asked as he leaned against the counter behind me.
"Nope, I haven't. As far as I knew I was straight but I've never been made horny by them, and besides, sex with a woman wasn't the best thing to do for me being impotent." I embarrassedly said. My face turned to red as I felt his breath under my ear.
"Your moves earlier seemed not impotent to me..." Michael said as he fondled my bulge from behind me. He caught me by surprise. A groan escaped my lips as my body started to feel hot again.
I had to admit Michael had a point. I had never been so horny before. I felt sparks all over my body.
"Do you think it's good to finish what we started before?" Michael said as he kissed my neck.
I then turned around to face him.
He cupped my
chin in his hand and kissed me as he slid his other hand inside of my pants.
"Michal, damn it feels so good. I think we shouldn't do this..."
"Why do we have to stop if it feels very good? Let's go back into the living room. Not unless you feel more comfortable in bed?"
"Michael, ooooh, hmmmm.."
I felt the sensation too good to even realize he was leading me to my bedroom.
He threw me down on the bed like I was a helpless victim and climbed on top of me. He took off my shirt and began kissing me down my navel. As his lips roamed back up to my chest, his tongue played with my nipples with playful licks and snaps before sucking them.
I wrapped my arms around Michael as I raised up to grab his beautiful chocolate brown hair.
We passionately kissed for a few minutes before I decided to flip him over onto the bed. He reached his hands between us to play with the zipper on my pants.
I pulled Michael's hands up and pinned them down against the bed with one arm. Michael playfully struggled to get free from my grip until finally giving up the fight as I bent down to kiss him. Damn, his lips were so plump and soft. What on earth am I doing? He's very young and attractive and handsome and I know this is only a one night stand though I've never felt like this. My body has never felt many sensations at one time.
"Sebastian..."Michael murmured. I could feel his dick getting aroused as his breathing became heavy and frequent.
"Michal, can I ask you something?"
"Okay, sure, what do you want to ask?"
"Well, yeah, I mean, I am not really sure what to do? Besides kissing you, I mean, I know where to umm, you know stick it, but I just don't want to hurt you at all."
"That's so cute of you. Come, I've done this before, let me up and I'll take the lead. I'm gonna show you a really good time. If you enjoyed my performance in the nightclub, just wait till you see it combined with sex." Michael said with a flirty smile.
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