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Jackson is ready to talk business it sounded like.
I shift my shoulders a little as I try to figure out how to talk about it, "Well I've never been to a straight strip club, I've seen them in movies and stuff I guess... So I'm not sure how different they are."
I'd gone to a gay strip club when I first came to Oregon, just as a lark one time, I had been a bit buzzed too, so my recollections weren't the best. I stare off at the ceiling as I go over it. It feels a little awkward talking about it with a guy who's given me every indication he's straight. "There was usually just one dancer at a time, and then a few gogo dancers, from what I remember."
I look over at him and say, "This is gonna be some 'pretty gay shit'... You okay with me going into detail about it Jackson?"
He's still holding his head up with his arm on the back of the couch, and his other hand is holding his beer. "Well I'm going to be doing a whole lot more than just hearing about it eventually right? I'm an adult, I think I can handle it." Then he smiles, "if you can."
"Hah!" That gets a chuckle out of me. "Well, the gogo dancers danced in cages, I think mostly to keep the more lecherous old men away. There was a stage, and I remember 2 of the main strippers. One was this pretty hot Hispanic guy. His dance wasn't great, but... he had a wild closer..." I pause for a sec, and unconsciously adjust my dick. I hadn't realized I'd kind of put it front and center by scooting down the couch to lean back.
Jackson doesn't seem to notice, but he's looking at me intently, "what'd he end up doing?"
"Well, he had just a gigantic dick, and he strips down to a shear thong. i think those are required? Anyway, he had to be probably 11 or 12 inches long, and you could see all of it. Fuckin' thick too, and he wasn't even all the way hard. So anyways, at the end he takes off the thong, lays down on the stage, with his fat cock just laying on his stomach, and flips his hips up so it's now hanging in his face, and proceeds to such on the first 2 or 3 inches of it. Just for a couple of seconds though, it's not like he blows his wad all over his face. It was memorable as fuck though."
With the pot loosening me up. I can't help being totally hard at this point. I dunno what to do about my cock which is now stretched across my hip. Thankfully precum isn't leaking through my shorts... yet.
Jackson says, "Wow... well, I'm not quite that flexible." He shifts a bit on the couch when I look over at him.
I look down at my crotch, sheepishly. "Sorry dude, between the pot and all..." I adjust my dick again, and shift around to make it a little less obvious, which isn't really working.
He looks down at my crotch and he lingers for a second, "Oh, no worries dude. I get it, and I guess his show had the intended effect eh? He must've gotten some pretty good tips out of that. They get tips like at a straight strip club i guess?"
"Oh yeah, I think I slipped him ten bucks or something heh. Afterwards, he put on some white running shorts. You know, the kind that are really short, and have slit up the side?"
Jackson nods, "Oh yeah, I've got some of those that I wear, but I put on some compression shorts under them when I go out for a jog. I'd end up flying out of those otherwise," he says with a chuckle.
"Well he's down in the crowd, which is kinda small, but people bunch up around him, and we tipped him then. I stayed back a bit. I figured I'd have to deal with getting groped as much as him if i got mixed up in that crowd of old handsy dudes, without the benefit of the tips."
Jackson arches his eyebrow at that, "So the people were pretty 'hands on' with the guys?"
"Very much. He eventually went off to a backroom with some guy when the next stripper came on stage. I don't think it was just to play some connect four or battleship, but who knows. I didn't quite have the desire or cash to see what the 'champagne room' was like. Probably, mostly it was the cash." I smirk.
That seems to give Jackson something to think about as he finishes off his beer. I watch as he tilts his head back to get the last drops. his Adam's apple bobs. I never really though of myself as a neck guy, but I can't help but fantasize about what his would look like getting stretched out by my cock while he's getting throat fucked. My dick pulses a bit with the imagery.
"You ready for another cider Zander?"
Jackson was looking at me expectantly, "Uh, yeah sure." I down the last of the cider, and hand him the empty bottle as he unfolds himself from the couch and gets up.
I stare at his ass. The shorts cling perfectly to his cheeks and stick in the split between them. With his dick being held in so well, and his ass so exposed, it makes me think he's gotta be wearing a jock strap. My dick pulses thinking about it. It wouldn't be long before there's a wet spot from the precum if this keeps up.
As he walks to the kitchen he asks, "so what did the next dancer do? Anything as wild as sucking his won dick?"
"Nah, the next guy was cute though. He was white. And had a shaved head, looked like he shaved his chest too. I like a bit of chest hair myself, but he still looked great. He was a much better dancer. He hit on me a bit when he came down off the stage after."
Jackson was coming back with our new drinks, which were already covered in condensation. He has an amused look on his face. "Oh really good to know about the body hair..." He pauses, and asks, "Did you hook up with him?"
"Not gonna lie, I was tempted. I had work in the morning though, so I didn't have the time. He was sweet though. Had a country boy who came to the city vibe." I laugh and say, "He may have been looking to turn a trick anyway and I didnt have the money for that."
"Wow... sounds like there's not much of a line between being a stripper and a gigolo" Jackson has a little bit of a worried expression on his face as he gets back to the sofa.
"I don't think everybody was selling sex but... it had the vibe."
Jackson points at the bong, and i grab it to hand it to him. He checks the bowl before lighting it up and taking a more modest hit this time. He still tilts his head back to blow out the smoke after holding it in for a while. He hands it back to me, and I take another hit myself.
I lean back again, with my head resting on the back of the couch and tilt my head towards him.
I'm starting to feel pretty buzzed, but in a good way still. I care a bit less about how it appears, and openly drink in Jackson's body with my eyes. He doesnt seem to notice or care.
Jacksons says, "Do you remember what they wore when they stripped? Had to be easy stuff to get out of I'd guess."
"Hmmm, I remember one guy had tear away pants with some bootie shorts under that, then some bikini briefs, and finally just that see through thong. It's just a pouch really, so they can swing their dick around and stuff."
Jackson shrugs at that, "Oh... i don't have anything like that. I mean I've got everything else, but not a thong..."
I laughed, "I think that's something you'd get when you strip. The thing looked so flimsy. I'm not surprised you don't have a stripper thong. Why does every straight dude have tear away pants though?" I asked in a bemused way.
Jackson smiles, but blushes a little. "makes sense when you're gonna go play basketball with friends, and want to feel like Kobe?" he chuckles, and then gets a little serious, but he's still blushing, "Could I put on that kinda outfit, and have you tell me if it looks good?"
I had kinda been waiting for this, but I wasn't sure if he would have the balls to try. "Um sure. It's good to get a second opinion."
He sets down his beer, gets up to head down the hall towards what I assume is his bedroom. "I'll be right back."
I let out a big breath, adjust my cock, and take another swig of cider. What the fuck have I gotten myself into? All I can think about at this point are his lips wrapped my prick, or his legs wrapped around my waist as I pound his virgin hole.
I wonder what his moans would sound like as the head of my leaking cock pushes against his resistant, cherry pucker.
He has to know what effect this is having on me. I have to keep it at least a little cool though. I dont want to scare him. I like to be in control which can turn guys off. Not everyone likes someone dominating them. Plus, he may just be one of those guys that just likes attention from gay dudes. I've met those too.
Just as I start calming myself back down though, Jackson comes back into the living room.