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This is part twenty-eight of my adventures in the early nineties with a gay man about fifteen years older than me who saw me as a near-reincarnation of his first boyfriend. Check my post history for earlier installments of the story of a small-town boy toy.
“As many of you know — from my non-stop bragging, everyone’s favorite adult entertainer and I took a trip down to Miami back in May,” Blaise began his introduction of my newest show. “Nothing special, just a long weekend to get away. Neither of us had taken any kind of vacation in over a year — and never together.”
He’d always been good with the audience. But he had really learned to turn on the raunchy charm.
“Well, as his ridiculous luck would have it,” he continued, “our star just happened to pick a bar that was holding an amateur striptease contest that Friday night. Wouldn’t you just know it?”
There were a few laughs, remarks, and some light applause.
“So, early that Saturday morning we’re back to doing something we do here at home on a regular basis, shopping for toys and leather and butt plugs and dildos and all kinds of sexy things he never wears more than a few minutes. Y’know, that regular stop between dry-cleaning and groceries,” he explained. “Because, of course, this was his week off. He wasn’t expecting to need a costume — except the stuff he wears just for me.”
“He didn’t take any time to practice or rehearse anything,” he continued. “We just had a very nice day by the pool at our hotel. He swam and laid out in a nearly see-through pink Speedo, which I really wish you all could see. And I — well, I did what I always do. I enjoyed the show!”
There was more noise over that.
“So that night I didn’t know what to expect. I didn’t know what he was going to do. I assumed it would be something I’d seen before,” Blaise shook his head. “I mean, I’ve seen every single performance. I’ve watched him rehearse. I’ve watched and helped him practice some of the amazing things he can do with and to his body. I’ve seen it all. Right?”
“Lucky bastard,” someone called out.
“Well, let me tell you,” he started. “I’m not even going to talk about his competition, the other strippers. I’m not. I don’t want to be mean. Let’s just say those poor fags never saw what hit’em.”
That brought some laughter.
“When he took the stage in the very costume you’re going to see tonight, he gave the hottest, sexiest performance I have ever seen,” Blaise said. “And I don’t mean the sexiest thing I’ve seen him do. I mean, the hottest thing I’ve seen anybody do. It goes without saying, he won the contest and the hearts — and other organs — of every man in that bar, including his competition.
“So, here’s what you’ve all been waiting for straight from the Miami strip! My very own red hot boy toy!”
As soon as I stepped on stage in my black leather belted g-string and mesh shirt I noticed Melissa and John on the front row. John was smiling. Melissa was wide-eyed and slack jawed.
I had to stretch out my performance for the home crowd. I’d only had eight minutes in Miami. I didn’t think that was enough for my audience.
I stretched out the amount of time I spent at each point, full costume, no shirt, and then no g-string. I tossed Blaise my shirt when it came off. But I waited a while before handing off the g-string when I unbuckled it.
After the cock-and-ball spins and display of my butt plug that I’d done in Miami, I started stroking my already hardening cock to the beat of the club mix.
When it was a full eight-inch flagpole I connected two of the spring clips that had held the g-string to the belt. That allowed me to hang it from my cock. I was able to spin it a few times before stepping down to push my stiff meat into Melissa’s face.
She started to grab it with her hand. I shook my head and motioned for her to use her mouth.
She didn’t hesitate to lean down and crane her head under me to grab the fabric hanging off my cock with her teeth and pull it off.
The crowd, of course, went wild. I went immediately back on stage to continue jacking myself to an explosive orgasm that sent gobs of cum several feet across the stage.
After the show I decided to give my boys another closer look at my Miami costume. I wore a black leather vest instead of the mesh shirt and the g-string with the cock ring underneath. Tips filled the g-string several times. I emptied it out a couple times and made a show of stuffing the cash deep into Blaise’s front pockets and playing a little pocket pool while I was there.
Melissa found me right after I’d unloaded some cash on Blaise. I noticed John was talking with other audience members.
She slid an arm around me and hugged me close.
“That was so hot!” she whispered in my ear.
“Why don’t you just stay naked?” another voice whispered in the other ear from behind.
I turned and Paul, the investment guy, unhooked one of the clips holding my g-string on and slid some bills behind the strap holding the cock ring in place. He held the g-string İstanbul Escort open for a couple seconds, his eyes glued to my ringed cock. After he licked his lips, he leaned in again.
“I’d love to suck that big cock while you lay on a bed covered in money,” he said.
I moved closer and slid a hand up around the back of his neck, making to kiss him.
“Paul, Lover, I tell you every time, just call Blaise,” I breathed into his mouth.
I slid my other hand down to grope his half-hard cock in his expensive pants.
“I’ll let you do anything you want,” I said. “But you’ve got to make an appointment.”
When he walked away, I unhooked the other g-string straps and handed it to Blaise. I always got more tips when my cock was out anyway.
Melissa’s eyebrows rose when I did that, and she had difficulty taking her eyes away from my ringed cock and balls. The chrome ring was attached to my belt with a few chrome chain links. But the thickness of my package really held it on, not the belt.
She stayed close as I made the rounds greeting the audience, accepting the usual compliments and tips, and the butt pats, cock strokes, and ball squeezes.
With all the group attention, my cock never dropped to less than half-hard.
Melissa was sexy in a narrow black tube top that barely covered her tanned tits, a pair of dressy high-waisted shorts and strappy heels. She looked like she was going to a big city club.
She sat with me on the couch after we got drinks. I made sure to leave room for John.
“He seems to know everyone here,” she said, watching John in the crowd.
“He works with four or five of these men,” I told her. “A few others probably are customers.”
“I guess, he just seems a lot more comfortable than I expected,” she admitted.
“He’s probably relieved,” I said. “He’s discovered men he already knew share a common trait with him that they all have to keep hidden from everyone else. He’s finding himself a member of a community that is often forced to remain in the shadows.”
“You’re a great guy,” she said. “I know he’s been to more than a few of your shows. You don’t have to cover for him. But you’re right. I’m glad he doesn’t feel like an outcast here.”
Over the course of an hour or so, Melissa got pretty tipsy and remained very close. Her hand and head were on my arm for a long time. Eventually, she began slowly, lightly stroking over my cock and balls with her fingertips.
John finally sat with Melissa and me. We talked a while and they raved about our Sunday together. Before long, his hand was on my thigh, as well.
“So, do you two want to stay for a while?” I asked. “We could have another private session for your exploration project.”
“Yes!” Melissa’s excitement was explosive — and loud. “Can I watch you guys do anal?”
I noticed a couple nearby eyebrows rise.
“Do you want to choose who gives and who receives?” I asked. “Or do you want to flip a coin?”
John seemed a little hesitant.
“I tell you what. I’m already clean and loosened up from this plug,” I said. “I’ll let you have me this time. And I can show you how to prepare when you’re ready to try being a bottom.”
He was visibly relieved at that.
“Wait. You’re still wearing that butt plug you had on during your show?” Melissa’s surprise was enhanced by her level of inebriation.
“I usually leave them in until after the party,” I said. “Some people do like the feeling. And, now that I spend most of the after-party barely dressed, some guys like to have another look.”
I headed to my bathroom after Blaise and the last of the audience members left the Lodge. I wanted to remove the plug and shower off for Melissa and John.
They already were making out on the couch when I returned naked to the living room.
Once I had them in the bedroom, I pulled John’s shirt off and sat on the bed to undo his pants.
“We’re still in the full-service stage?” John asked.
“First, you’re a paying customer,” I reminded him as I let his pants slide down his legs. “Second, you’re my guest. And third, I always treat my lovers well.”
I pushed his blue bikini briefs down letting his nearly hard cock to pop out in my face. My hand was wrapped around his meat before he stepped out of his pants and underwear on the floor.
Melissa dropped down beside me and quickly had my cock in one hand.
I leaned in and gave John’s swelling cock head a wet swirling lick. He gasped.
His cock was salty, but not sweaty. I pushed him in to rest his head on my tongue, then swirled it around again. I sucked it tightly before beginning a slow wet stroke in and out.
I made sure my stiffened tongue pushed against his frenulum each time they met. He twitched and gasped.
After a minute of this, I buried my nose in his pubic hair to swallow his meat as far as it would go. I began working my tongue and throat against his head and shaft.
I slid him out slowly with a generous amount of suction.
Melissa had been stroking Kadıköy Escort me to a full erection. Normally, I got hard while performing any kind of sexual activity. But her attention had me raging quickly and more than once I noticed she was wiping precum off and licking it off her fingers.
“I think you’re ready,” I panted, wiping saliva from my chin.
Breathing heavily, John watched me back up onto the bed and lift my knees to open up for him.
I grabbed a tube of lube. I already had squeezed some inside with a syringe device I’d found in Miami. It let me push some inside to help keep my tight sphincter from squeezing off all the lube on his cock. I’d already tried it with Blaise, my butt plugs, and the dildos I use in my shows. It worked great and made anal much more comfortable.
Slowly, timidly, Bill crawled up over me and I grabbed his cock to cover it with lube.
“Com’on in closer,” I coaxed him.
I guided his thin meat toward me. I bumped him into my taint then slid him down to push against my tight hole.
“There it is, John,” I said, soothingly still catching my breath a bit. “Just push against me. A little at a time.”
I could feel the pressure beginning and increasing slowly.
I still held his cock with one hand. I moved the other up to the back of his neck and head to gently pull him closer.
“Mmm. There you go, Lover,” I moaned. “Just ease it in. Keep pushing. It’s going to be tight at first. But just keep pushing.
“You aren’t going to hurt me.”
I exaggerated my responses to egg him on.
Melissa was right beside us on the bed watching every move.
Finally, I gasped and jumped when his small head popped through my tight curtain of muscle. I exaggerated my response a little for his benefit. He was a bit smaller than the plug I’d had in all night.
But it felt good to have something a little smaller inside. I spent so much time with butt plugs and large dildos in my ass I sometimes forgot how nice an average size cock actually felt. I made a mental note to get Blaise inside me more often.
John still was slowly pushing deeper a millimeter at a time.
“Let me have it all, Lover,” I breathed. I swiveled my hips up to meet his slow-moving groin.
“It’s so tight,” John finally said. He was watching his thin cock disappear inside me.
“Of course, it’s tight around your hot cock,” I said. “You like it tight, Lover.”
I squeezed my sphincter around him just then.
He gasped and shot his wide eyes up to mine.
“Fill me up, John. Give me every inch of your hot meat.”
“How –?”
“It feels wonderful, Baby,” I said. By then I had both hands behind his head, rubbing through his hair. “Just keep going. Fill me up.”
Finally, I felt his thick pubic hair against my taint. I started squeezing him over and over then and rocking my hips up and down. According to Blaise, this created the effect of my body massaging his cock inside, similar in a way to what my throat does when I perform a swallowing motion on his dick.
“Mmh!” John grunted. “That feels amazing! How are you doing that?”
“My whole body’s begging for it,” I breathed. “Com’on, Baby. Fuck me! Give me that cock.
“In and out.”
I hated hearing myself sound like a cheap porn stud. But a lot of men liked being begged and treated like stud bulls.
He finally started moving back and forth, sliding in and out of me.
He lowered himself down onto his elbows and I started rubbing over his back. We both were breathing heavily by then.
“Oh, God,” he moaned quietly.
“Fuck me, Baby! Fuck my ass,” I whispered.
I grabbed his head and pulled him up.
“Kiss me, Baby,” I ordered him. “Give me your tongue.”
Our lips met and I swirled my tongue around his for a second before grabbing it and sucking it hard as I thrust my hips up into his faster and faster. I was trying to urge him desperately into speeding up and giving me a real fuck. By then I needed it, and I knew he needed to know how it felt.
I felt his cock throbbing inside me before he made a move. A second later he pulled back from my face and grunted. His abs constricted. His back tensed. And he thrust his cock as deep into me as he could.
The explosion of cum was thick and hot. I felt it throughout my body. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt a more intense orgasm in my ass.
“Oh, God, Baby! Give it to me,” I breathed into his ear. “Give me your cum! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”
John was almost squealing as some indescribable sounds escaped his mouth with every breath. He thrust his cock in and out fast and furious. I was thankful I’d been able to inject lube inside.
When he finally began slowing down, he let his head drop to my shoulder. I began kissing his shoulder. I breathlessly kissed my way up his neck to his ear.
His breath was hot on my skin.
“Don’t pull out, Baby,” I breathed in his ear. “Leave it in. Let me squeeze it out. That feels so good.”
He collapsed on me, and I began massaging his ass with Ataşehir Escort one hand and rubbing his hair with the other.
“Mmmh. That was so good, Baby,” I whispered in his ear. I knew a first timer needed positive reinforcement. “Your stiff cock felt so good inside me. Your cum is so hot I don’t want you to pull out.”
Within a couple minutes he had shrunk to less than a limp noodle and my ass pushed him out. He started to push himself up from the bed. I grabbed his head and kissed him deeply.
When he got up, I finally looked over at Melissa and found her spent and breathing heavily. She was naked and her pussy was red and wet. Apparently, she had been fingering herself violently while her husband fucked my ass.
I sent John to one shower while I headed to the other.
A few minutes later I gave him an anal douche to take home, some lube, and a new small, beginner butt plug. I told him to try an enema a couple times a week and slowly push the plug in with a lot of lube. He could keep the plug in for a couple hours each time. That would help him stretch out and get used to having something in his butt.
In a week or so he’d be ready to move up to a larger plug.
I left him in the bathroom to find Melissa still naked and barely conscious in the bedroom.
“You seemed to enjoy that show,” I said, standing naked over her.
“That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen,” she said. “I don’t know why that turned me on so much. But you’re so good at coaxing and teaching. You just had so much patience.”
One hand still was barely moving up and down on her wet, swollen pussy lips.
“You talked him through everything,” she said. “And you knew exactly what he needed to hear. And all while having a dick in your ass!”
“It’s what I do,” I said, running my fingers through her hair. “I just wanted to relax him, make him feel comfortable. That’s also why I had him face me. Seeing me being calm and then excited, but never in pain, helped show him he wasn’t hurting me or doing anything wrong.”
I leaned down and fondled one of her breasts while kissing her forehead.
“Are you sure you’ve had everything you need?” I asked.
“You got any cum left,” she asked almost desperately.
I moved closer and she immediately grabbed my ringed cock. She stroked me to a full erection in less than a minute and quickly swallowed me.
If nothing else, Melissa knew how to suck cock. She worked me quickly and intensely until I was throbbing and pulsing.
John came in just then and wrapped his arms around me from behind. He held me tight as his wife accepted a heavy load of my cum in her throat.
She moaned as if the feeling and taste of cum gave her intense pleasure. She and I were so much alike.
When I finally was empty, she just wiped her mouth and headed to the bathroom.
“This was a wonderful night,” John said as he started to get dressed. “That was the hardest I’ve ever cum. I can’t thank you enough. And I can’t wait for another session.”
“That was the hardest I think I’ve felt anyone cum inside me,” I admitted, my cock still wet with his wife’s saliva.
He pulled a wad of bills out of the front pocket of his pants. Melissa returned and kissed me before pulling her tiny g-string up her legs.
“This was great!” she said.
She pulled the tube top over her head to cover her tanned breasts. But she walked out with her shorts in one hand and her sandals hanging off two fingers of the other.
When I finally closed the door behind them, I realized John had given me $800.
The next Sunday morning my doorbell rang at 10 a.m., a very unusual time for me to have guests.
Melissa was in a white g-string and a white unbuttoned short sleeved shirt when I answered the door with a towel held in front of my crotch, just out of the shower. The contrast of the white fabric against her dark tan was beautiful.
“John’s out of town for a few days and I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” she said as her eyes surveyed my barely covered body. “I really want you to myself for a while. I don’t mind sharing with John. But sometimes he gets in the way.”
My own eyes were exploring by then.
“Do you like this outfit?” she asked, lightly caressing her chest to push her shirt open enough to expose her left breast. “This is pretty much what I wear all the time at home.”
“It’s a good look,” I said.
“I like your fashion sense, too,” she said, staring at the towel bunched up in my hand just covering my groin.
“Naked or nearly-naked is my uniform for work,” I said as I ushered her inside, “at least, my part-time job.”
“I just hate wearing clothes,” Melissa said, “at least, being fully clothed. At home I just wear a g-string or panties and a t-shirt or something like this. I don’t even care if someone comes over. I just answer the door in whatever I’m wearing — like you.”
She pulled my towel away with one hand and cupped my cock and balls with the other.
“When I’m at Blaise’s house I wear underwear or a pair of trunks at most,” I said. “He finds a little strategic coverage sexier than full nudity. But here at home I don’t wear much either depending on what I’m doing. Sometimes I wear a cock ring because I like the way they feel. They make me swing and bounce more than usual.”
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