Tom the Fireman Part 67
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"I feel naughty calling another man," Steven heard the voice on the other end of the line giggle.
"Oh, you do, what will your husband think when he finds out?" teased Steven.
"Do you find him hot?" giggled Yvette.
"Aren't you afraid I might convert him?" Steven questioned.
"He's all man, he knows how to satisfy his woman,' as the voice on the other continued to giggle.
"Does his woman satisfy him?" Steven giggled back.
"Oh, yes, he puts out my fire nightly," she quickly responded.
"Oh, so does mine, with his impressive fire hose." Steven teased.
"It's a tight fit, he goes to sleep with a smile on his face every night," continued Yvette.
"So does mine," Steven informed confidently.
"So you're the wife," she asked boldly.
"What makes you think that?", Steven asked.
"You seem to be the sensitive one," replied Yvette.
"Not always, we take turns," Steven revealed.
"Really, I don't see your husband being, what is it called, a bottom?" she questioned. "It would be so hot to watch you two, as I fantasize about my husband with another guy."
"Really? You would want to see your husband with another guy?" Steven asked amused.
"Well, it's more of a fantasy in my head. I'm not sure I could handle seeing him with anyone," she confessed. "I guess I'm curious."
"Download a video," Steven suggested.
"I don't want him to see it, it would be like cheating if he saw me watching other men," she reasoned.
"But you want me to go with you to the strip club with the other wives?" asked Steven, scratching his head over her logic.
"Yes, you would be our safety net," replied Yvette on the end of the line.
This was the conversation that led Steven to be waiting for the van, as Tom joked with him about his hen-house. Seeing the headlights coming up the driveway, Steven announced to Tom, "They're here," as he turned to give Tom a quick kiss.
Opening the door to go outside, while van pulled up with the wives opening the door telling Steven to hurry, as they pulled him in. The woman toasted to an evening of fun, handing Steven a glass pouring him some of the bubbly. The woman cackled in excitement, wanting to let their hair down for an evening, forgetting they're mothers, wives or fiancés.
As they requested the driver to crank the music, the woman drank and sang their way to the event. Yvette was speaking to the van driver to make arrangements to pick them up, while the rest of the crew entered the club, taking their seats next to the stage. All giggles with anticipation of the night's debauchery.
Steven sat at the far side of the table, as the women were like teenagers waiting for their idol to come onto the stage. Looking down Steven saw a drink sitting in front of him, looking up the woman sitting across from him smiling, "Drink up!" Reaching down he lift the stiff drink to his lips, tasting the strong alcohol he knew he had to nurse the drinks all night or his conspirators would have him drunk.
The women would shriek if another woman they knew appeared at the event. Bringing them up and introducing everyone to their friend before they went on their merry way. The women were rowdy, waiting for the show. All were letting their hair down, as they called for the show to get started.
A nervous young man walked on stage to the microphone, explaining there was going to be a delay, the man wore a brown tee-shirt, a pair of baggy jeans and converse sneakers. He was very nervous standing in front of the audience trying to explain that they were waiting for the emcee who was stuck in traffic.
A woman started to scream for him to take it off, initiating the rest of women to request the same in unison. As he pushed his glasses back onto his nose, he looked very nervous, almost afraid that the room was going to attack him. Several of the woman cat-called to have him take it off. They paid to see skin, they didn't care about the emcee, they just wanted to be entertained.
He turned nervously to walk away, tripping onto the floor. A rip could be heard. The audience laughed. Standing up trying to hide his ripped jeans, he turned several times nervously not knowing what to do. The women started taunting him before he ripped his jeans off. Standing there in his converse sneakers, socks, and underwear, his brown shirt covering his torso, the women cheered. Acting like a nervous nerd in front of the audience, the announcer knew he needed to give the audience what they were paying for. Physically shaking, the announcer lifted his shirt awkwardly, getting an elbow stuck in a sleeve as well as his head. The nerdy guy looked so out of place, like he was trying to please the audience, but doing a lousy job of stripping like any regular guy would the first time on the stage. Holding his tee-shirt with both hands in front of his crotch, he fidgeted from side to side, very nervous. As he turned to leave, the crowd roared when they saw his butt.
Suddenly the lights went dim, the spotlight was on him as the energizing music started. Turning from an awkwardly geeky guy, he placed his tee-shirt between his legs, as he showed his dance moves. Throwing his glasses to the side, the dancer started the show, strutting his stuff.
Steven admired the toned torso as the stripper danced, flexing his chest muscles and arms as the ladies cheered him on. Flinging his tee-shirt carefree into the hungry audience, the geek blossomed into a solid entertainer, his prominent package bulged through the geeky tighty-whities he was wearing, strutting his body across the stage. Gyrating his hips for the audience, the woman roared wanting to see more. Standing with his legs spread, he thrust his package forward while holding his arms above his head. Turning around he twerked his ass, sending the audience into a frenzied, the energy level rose. The women all agreed how good he was; how they thought the very beginning was a downer; and thinking this was going to be a second-rate show. The women pumped their fists into the air along with music, as they watched the buff muscular nerd turned stallion strut his stuff.
The music had ended when the nerd returned to the microphone. Back to his normal voice he sounded confident, promising the ladies an entertaining night as he introduced himself as emcee Mike. Asking the woman if they thought it was hot in here, Mike kicked off his converses, standing in his briefs and socks as he introduced the next stripper.
Stepping back from the main stage, the spotlight illuminated a muscular Italian man dressed in a suit standing under his umbrella holding a briefcase. The emcee asked if it was going to be a wet one tonight when the lights flickered and the sound of thunder roared before the water from above poured over the umbrella deflecting into the audience. Collapsing the umbrella, holding his hand out to check for rain, when the second bucket of water was released drenching the businessman; the music started. The hot Italian danced with his suitcase while drench, shaking his hair as the water splashed all around. Chucking the briefcase to the emcee, who caught it with one hand. The stripper removed his suit coat, placing it between his legs as he thrust his hips forward. Moving the article between his legs before throwing it off to the side. Walking toward the front of the stage, he bent over to shake his wet hair over the women sitting at the table, they moved back not wanting to get wet. He seductively loosened his tie, placing the one end into a woman's hand, as he stepped back allowing the silk-tie to fall to the floor. Doing his gyrating moves, as well as some pushups in his suit, he stood up dancing to the other end of the stage, stepping onto the table with eight women gathered around him. He moved his hips as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a smooth muscular chest.
Stepping back onto the stage, he flexed his pecs as the woman cheered, dancing back and forth with an open shirt. The crowd roared when he slipped out of the shirt, dancing in his slacks and dark business loafers. Going to the back of the stage, he did more pushups before crawling seductively to the front of the stage. Kicking off his loafers, he jumped to his feet. Putting his thumbs in the belt loops, he thrust his hips suggestively at the woman, as he made his pecs flex independently of each other. The women loved it.
Turning around he twerked his ass, the women roared before he pulled the slacks off, revealing a white pair of boxers against his dark socks. Demonstrating some classic Tango moves without a partner, he strutted across the stage. Turning to face the audience, he pulled down the front of his boxers almost to the base of his cock. The crowd roared, the emcee asked if they wanted to see more. The room roared with a unanimous "yes."
Hearing the request to reveal more the naked `businessman' turned around again pulling the back of his underwear down, showing some buttocks, before pulling them back up. Thrusting into the air, he seduced the women as they cheered him. Selecting a woman from the audience, he sat her on a chair, turning his backside toward her, he dropped his boxers, revealing a G-string. Turning toward the audience giving them the eyeful they were expecting, the stripper definitely filled out the pouch, jiggling it as he got closer to the woman. The music was upbeat, as he slowly lowered himself to the woman giving her a lap dance. The woman put her hand over her eyes, knowing she couldn't touch. The stripper pulled her hands from her face, as he continued to jiggle the goods to the beat of the energized music. Taking her hand, he placed it against his chest as he flexed his pecs for her.
He quickly got up with the woman's legs wrapped around his waist, as he thrust his hips while holding her in his arms. The crowd was going wild. Placing her back down, he danced behind her, removing his G-string. He held it in his hand as he stood behind her, twirled the small covering on his finger. Stepping out from behind the lady, the anticipating crowd was in awe as he danced in another color G-string. Leaning down, he kissed the woman leading her back to her seat. Sitting on the chair, he tilted his head back, as more water cascaded down on him from above. Totally drenched, the nearly naked man shook his head causing water to splash in all directions. Getting up from the chair soaked, he ran his hands down the front of his body, his G-string sheer from the wetness. Teasing the audience, he gave everyone one last glimpse before he walked toward the back of the stage disappearing, as the emcee appeared in the spotlight.
The stage went dark, the emcee in tighty-whities, "Let's have a big hand for Scott." The spotlight appeared, and Scott stood there with a towel wrapped around his shoulders bowing as the audience cheered. Suddenly the stage went dark again.
The emcee announced the next act, as the sound of a motorcycle came on stage, suddenly a man clad in leather with Germanic features appeared riding his bike. The music roared while the leather man seduced the bike on stage, giving the bike attention that the woman desired. Undoing the chin strap, he tilted his head back, allowing his leather hat to fall to the floor. Turning his face with the mirror sunglasses toward the audience, he gave them a sneer. The woman went wild, knowing that this was only the first article that would start revealing the body underneath. Standing as he robotically removed the gloves from each hand, he sniffed the leather. Unbuttoning his leather shirt he did a backflip over the motorcycle. Popping up wearing a leather vest with leather arm straps. He vaulted over the bike, standing in front before he danced in his boots, leather pants, and a leather vest.
Suddenly the whole room was flooded in lights, blinding the audience. When it stopped, he stood there with arms crossed, in chaps and jock strap, as the ladies cheered. He started twerking as he worked the stage, the audience went wild watching his ass cheeks as he did a three-sixty on the stage. Shrugging his shoulders back, he slipped off the leather vest and quickly got on the floor to swim from one end of the stage to the other. Getting back up, he repeated the twerking with his three-sixty view.
The music continued while he stood up to do some more robotic moves. As the women cheered, he removed his chaps - revealing his muscular legs and his leather jock strap. With his hands over his head the gyration continued as he turned around again. He stood there with his back to the audience displaying his firm butt. Confidently standing at attention with his booted feet placed solidly shoulder distance apart, he unsnapped the side of the leather jockstrap. Allowing it to drop to the floor, with his hands hiding the 'goodies' he turned around. The women demanded him to remove his hands. He quickly did a back slip over the motorcycle. Giving the woman a quick unobstructed glimpse of what they were looking for only to have him stand up wearing a leather G-string. Walking to the front of the stage he jiggled his goods, teasing the woman with the ample package he was displaying.
The emcee returned with a whip as the lights on the stage went dark, cracking the leather whip in the air, "Keep it down girls, keep it down," as he flashed his smile. I think we have someone for each of you, walking up to the front of the stage. He knelt down holding the microphone asking the women in the front row what kind of man they liked. They all replied with what they wanted in a man.
Emcee Mark introduced the next act, as the sound of horses trotting was heard from the speakers with the whinnying of a horse. When the light came on, there stood two cowboys. A hokey country sound started to play, as the two choreographed their dance together, dancing with their thumb through a belt loop, as they kicked up their cowboy boot heels. Trading their hats, as they threw them back and forth to each other.
With exact timing, the two dark-haired cowboys, unbutton their shirts. Pulling the bottom out of their waistbands, they danced a gyration with their shirts open. Both were smooth, the hairless pecs flexed as they continued to dance synchronized at each end of the stage. Removing their shirts, they placed their hand on their hats twirling their shirts above their heads as the pivoted in a circle seductively gyrating their hips.The women whooped wanting to see more skin of the shirtless buckaroos.
Dropping to the floor, they wiggled across the floor. Turning over, they simultaneously unbutton their tight jeans, pulling them down to show a matching pair of boxer briefs. Quickly turn back over as they slithered to the front of the stage. Sitting on the edge, with the pants around their thighs, they crossed their left leg over their right, tugging off their cowboy boot. The women were fanning themselves as both flashed their infectious smiles as they flexed their pecs at the attendees sitting at the tables in front of them.
Rolling onto their backs, the men raised their asses from the stage floor, pushing their pants to their knees. Pulling their knees to their chest, the cowboys shimmied the tight jeans to remove them from their legs. The two stood with their massive thighs on display in their boxer briefs, placing their thumb in the waistband as they seductively moved their hips, with their bulges jiggling.
Steven's eyes were on the jiggling boxers as he watched in a trance, a strange smile on his face. Yvette poked him, startling him, turning to flash a handsome smile at his Co-conspirator. Yvette stood behind Steven rubbing herself against his back as the show continue, whooping at the two almost naked guy.
Steven knew her husband was going to be one lucky son-of-gun tonight, as he saw a different side of his cohorts being released.
The cowboys held their lassos, twirling them to their sides, then their front, and back to their sides. Once they got the lassos to spin just above the floor, they both jumped inside the spinning loop before jumping back out. Looking at each other as they spun the lasso in front of them, the cowboys looked into the audience before tossing their lasso's around two women. A mother and daughter duo from another table.
As the cowboys pulled on the rope, the two walked up the steps to the stage, where the cowboy's circled each, winding the mother and daughter in rope. Picking up the women and draping them over their shoulders, the cowboys dance before putting them back on the ground. Climbing on top, jiggling their junk inches from their faces. The audience cheered for more.
When the two cowboys got up, they helped the mother and daughter to their feet, untying them. Before sending them back to their seats, each cowboy kissed the woman they lassoed. Turning their backs to the audience, the twerked their ass, before pulling their boxer briefs revealing their firm ass cheeks. With the music coming to an end, they ripped off their shirts, twerking In the nude with one hand on their hats.
When the music stopped, they turned around, with their hats covering their manhood, as they raised their arms to the applause of the audience. Bowing to the audience the stage lights went out, as the silhouettes of the two ran to backstage. The women calling out for more. Emcee Mark step back up as he introduced the next `dude', straight from Minnesota. Then looking at Steven, well maybe not straight, as all eyes turned to Steven. The performance started with the cry of oxen as the light shown down on the lumberjack, as the woman watched the expression on Steven's face. His jaw dropped when the Gingered lumberjack with a full beard that he wore down to his chest appeared in the spotlight, holding an ax. The sound of the oxen could be heard again, as the lumberjack stood there for a moment.
Steven memorized the flannel shirt with the red suspenders, as well as the tight-fitting jeans, and work boots. He felt himself get instantly hard, his eyes were glued onto the `Barronesque" entertainer dressed as the lumberjack. Hearing Yvette jokingly yell Steven to shut his mouth as he was starting to drool. The women at the table elbowing each other as they pointed to Steven. He didn't notice anyone else in the room, as the lumberjack got a little too intimate with his ax, Steven wished he was the ax in the lumberjack's hand.
Sliding the ax backstage, the Lumberjack got down on the floor slithering across the stage to their table. Momentarily stopping, he sighed before crawling down from the stage onto the table his eyes locked with Steven. The women gasped as they held their hands to their mouths, watching as Steven became the attention of the performer. The lumberjack smiled while licking his lips, knowing he was solely performing for the man sitting at that table. Wiggling his fingers for Steven to come closer, the women laughed. Yvette was sitting next to him, pushed Steven closer, as he tried to resist the temptation of the ginger god. Her cackle rising above the music.
The women held their hands to their mouths as they looked at each other as they watched the sexual tension unfold between the two. The audience at the table jumped when the lumberjack jumped up to his feet. Crossing his arms, the muscular man looked down at Steven sitting there, Steven's mouth hung open not saying a word as he gazed up in awe. The women weren't even sure if Steven was breathing, as they all looked up at the intimidating figure, the size of his muscles made everyone around him feel small.
All jumping back in their chairs as the lumberjack suddenly knelt on the table. The startled women laughed amongst themselves . The stripper reached for Steven's arm, pulling him from his seat before jumping to the floor. The lumberjack showed his brute force to the cackling hen-house, as the big bad wolf stole the rooster. Stepping on the chair first; then to the table; the bulky flannel-clad god carried his sacrifice to the chair in the middle of the stage. As Steven looked back at the table, Yvette waved to him as her smiling eyes connected to his panicked eyes. Placing Steven in the seat, he ground his crotch toward Steven, holding the back of his head toward his crotch as he thrust his hips forward.
Yvette getting her groove on, stood on the table, raising her hands in the air as she swayed to the music. Whooping loudly as she watched petrified Steven receive the undivided attention of this man. Laughing as she reminded the women, they always try to embarrass the men in attendance.
The lumberjack dropped his suspenders off his shoulders as he prepared to reveal his male body to the demanding audience. Judging by the audience's reaction, the stripper smiled as he performed an exclusive show he arranged for Steven. Snaking his body with his hips, he gyrated toward Steven, all Steven could do was stare on in a trance. Placing Steven's hand on the front of the shirt, working his fingers he had Steven start to undo the stripper's shirt. The fabric was taut over his muscles, the shirt was at least one size too small for his muscular frame. Wearing the flannel shirt like a second skin.
Pulling his shirt open as he revealed his massive chest to Steven he looked him in the eye, smiling. Lowering the top of the shirt off his shoulders, he shimmied and shook, as he dropped the shirt down his back baring his furry chest. Pulling his arms, which were the size of Steven's thighs, from the sleeves the shirt dangled from the gingers stripper's waist, the leather armbands taunt around his biceps. The stripper took Steven's hand, placing it on his chest. He was allowing Steven to feel the fur-coated pecs. Putting his hand over Steven's he guided it down his abs and stomach, stopping at the button on his tight jeans.
The stripper sat in Steven's lap, rubbing himself against his admirer. As the stripper stood back up, thrusting his hips, he grabbed for Steven's hands to place them back on his waistband. With his arms behind his head, the massive chest exposed, he nudged Steven to unbutton the pants. Steven in a trance, more nervous than the opening act, fumbled for the button. Popping the stripper's pants open, Steven pulled his hand from the burly man, when the stripper stopped him, placing his fingers on the zipper.
Placing the zipper tab between his fingers, Steven held onto the pants as he nervously lowered the zipper, hoping there was something between the zipper and the stripper's skin. Relieved to see the black material. Steven was glad he hadn't got any skin caught. Feeling a hand push back on his chest, Steven sat back as the shirtless lumberjack gyrated his hips around him. When the mountain man leaned in for a kiss the tension could be felt in the room, with a few women cheering and clapping, as the others didn't know what to do as they watched the two guys on stage.
The ginger stripper placed his foot on the edge of the seat, nodding his head for Steven to unlace his boot. Steven felt the toe tips against his ball, as he pulled strings, undoing the knot. His fingers shaking Steven feared they would fail him, as he tried to unloosen the boot strings. The stripper placed the heel of his boot on the edge of the chair, the stripper tried to release his foot from the confines. Steven held onto the heel, feeling the pressure against his crotch as the bearded stripper looked intensely into his eyes. Freeing his foot from the boot, the ginger lumberjack pulled from between Steven's legs, placing his other foot on the edge of the seat. Steven felt the sole of the boot resting on his crotch, as he tried his best to loosen the laces. Taking the cue, he held onto the heel, as the lumberjack released the other foot from the confines. Leaning down pulling the boot from between Steven's crotch.
Pulling Steven to his feet, the stripper stood behind him, grinding his crotch against Steven's ass. Looking up, Steven turned red seeing all these women watching the stripper entertaining them against his butt. Seeing some smiles, as well as a lot of frowns. Steven felt being pulled back, as the ginger lumberjack undone the buttons on the front of his shirt. Turning Steven around, he dipped him before pulling him up to his chest. Holding Steven, the ginger bearded man looked into his eyes, flashed a smile before he slid his pants down his thighs. Getting on his back, the Stripper pulled the pants off his legs. In one quick motion he stood up, standing in his tube socks and boxers. Grabbing Steven's hand, which he placed down his shorts, before grabbing Steven with both palms on each cheek.
The women cheered and laughed as they watched the lumberjack's seduction of Steven. Flustered Steven wanted to return to the table, better yet, go home. The lumberjack saw Steven averting his eyes, touched Steven's chin, forcing Steven to look into his eyes. As Steven tried to avoid the direct eye contact, the lumberjack kept his fingers on Steven's jaw, smiling once he got eye contact. Steven feeling the stiffness in his own pants gave up the fight, knowing it was apparent.
The lumberjack pushed Steven to his knees in front of him. While he pumped his hips, he pulled his boxers off, banging Steven in the face with his thong. Pushing Steven closer, rubbing his cloth clad cock against Steven's face. The women screamed out, Steven felt so embarrassed as he was being made to look foolish. Here is the perfect specimen of his ideal man throwing his goods in his face. As the music faded, Steven felt the lumberjack pull him by the arm. As Steven stood up, the performer picked him up carrying him backstage. As the emcee announced, "Can you give me a hand for Eric and Steven."
When Steven heard his name, he wondered how the emcee knew who he was. As he was led back to the dressing area, Steven got an eyeful of what the women really wanted to see. Several tattooed naked men, getting ready for their performance. As they made their way to the stage, the lumberjack lead him to the dressing room. In the background, Emcee Mark introduced the next act.
Eric introduced himself, as he had Steven sit in his dressing chair. Stripping naked, Eric the ginger god stood in front of him, offering Steven a drink. Eric kissed Steven on the lips as he handed him a card. Steven looked down seeing his name scrawled out across the front of the envelope.
Eric stood behind him, massaged Steven's shoulder, asking Steven if he was going to open the card. Feeling confused, knowing he shouldn't be backstage, but he couldn't help but admire Eric's physique in the mirror. As Steven felt Eric's hands kneading his shoulders, Steven's nerves made it impossible for him to open the card - ripping the envelope around the contents. Steven looked at the picture of the nativity, rolling his eyes he wondered whose sick joke this was.
As he read the signature, he relaxed as tears rolled down his cheeks, laughing when he read, "Merry Christmas, Tom."
Leaning over, Eric whispered into Steven's ear, "Tom hired me tonight to put on a show for you, your friends in the audience were in on it." Steven placed his hands to his face, you're not with these strippers. Eric shook his head, Tom made arrangements with the club owners, allowing me to perform.
Steven wiping the tears from his eyes as he laughed, Eric continued to massage Steven trying to ease the tension in his shoulders. Swiveling the chair around, Steven turned to face his naked Christmas gift. Can I take a photo of you?
With the phone snatched from Steven's hand, Yvette stood with an evil smile, as she held the phone in front of the two boys, "Smile for the camera."
Eric flashed a smile as Steven and Eric posed for a selfi, Pushing herself between the two she snapped a picture of her arms around the boys. Looking at the first picture she quickly sent the picture to Tom. Pulling the phone from Yvette's hand, Eric held the phone out as he kissed Steven, taking a picture. Handing the phone back to its rightful owner Eric whispered, "Merry Christmas."
Yvette kissed the naked lumberjack on the cheek, scampered off before she was caught in the boy's room. Eric shaking his head, "A friend of yours?" as he giggled at her antics.
Steven didn't want to go back out with the women, he was enjoying the shoulder rub by the handsome naked lumberjack. Turning the chair back around, Steven felt the pressure on his shoulders. Sensing someone else was behind him, after hearing a kiss. Steven opened his eyes, seeing Tom holding Eric from behind, as they both looked in the mirror at Steven.
When the tattoo's men returned to the dressing room, Emcee Mark asked the women how they liked the night. They women cheered as Emcee Mark took to the stage in his underwear. Eric lead Steven to the entrance where he could get a backstage view of Mark as he was getting ready to tease the girls in his tighty-whities. Saying it was hot on the stage, Mark pulled down his tighty-whities to reveal a gold lam? G-String as the music started.
The two watched as Mark did his acrobatics onstage, dazzling the woman. Eric held onto Steven from behind, resting his chin on Steven's shoulder. Steven was mesmerized by the agility of the Emcee. Suddenly the Emcee stopped the music stopped. Emcee Mark stood announcing they had a special guest tonight, as he announced Mr. May.
Steven watched as a fireman walked past him onto the stage, the red lights flashed as the siren blared, as Mr. May was getting ready to reveal it all. With a few dance turns when the music started, Steven watched the man with the sunglasses in the fireman's getup dance to the music. Turning to look backstage, he realized Tom wasn't with him. When the fire jacket came off, revealing a hairy torso, he knew where Tom was.
Steven bit his lip, watching his husband in front of all the women cheering him. Tom gyrated his hips while holding onto his crotch. With the fire helmet secured to his head, Tom pulled the suspenders down his arms, letting them drop to his side. Stepping onto the center table from the stage, Tom thrust his hips at the women, while unbuttoning his waistband.
Stepping back down on the stage, Tom teased with his zipper, raising and lowering several times before finally lowering it. Pulling his pants open, he continued to gyrate. All eyes were on the pleasure trail leading from his navel to what lie just under the pants. Pulling his pants off, Tom danced in a G-string, barely covering anything.
Lowering his G-string, Tom bared the base of his cock, the women cheered. Steven stood there thinking, No, Don't do it. Soon Mark was joining Tom on the stage, dancing next to him. When the music was over, they stood side by side. Tom looked into Mark's eye, both were smiling, as they placed their hands into the waist of their G-strings.
Steven gasped as he saw them start to pull down what they were wearing, when the stage went dark. Tom running backstage with Mark before the lights went on. Tom undid the chinstrap of the fire helmet as Mark quickly stepped into his G-String, before going back on stage, "Let's give a big hand for Mr. May," as the audience cheered, introducing the last act, Mark returned backstage, dropping the G-string as he stood naked with Tom and Eric.
Eric leaned over, kissing Mark, "You did well tonight, hun," as he sat back on Steven's leg rubbing his thigh.
Mark placed his arm around Tom giving his a peck on the lip, "Thank you for finally getting my uptight husband to join me in stripping."
Looking at Steven, Tom smiled. "Hey babe, let's get out of here," Tom suggested.