Date: Mon, 13 Jul 2020 05:47:29 +0000
From: zander (at) saldana (at)protonmail (dot) com
Subject: Jacksons Strip Tease chapter 1

So, this is a story that's been floating around in my head for a long time,
based very loosely off an interaction I had with a coworker. The characters
are entirely fictional.

Themes: straight guy, domination, oral sex, anal sex

This is my first time writing something, anything really, so I apologize
for what may be a terrible writing style. This may be too slow a burn for
some readers. The first chapter lays it all out, but each chapter gets
progressively more sexually charged. In chapter 4, is where things really
pick up.

I was inspired by the likes of tales from under the mattress and
pagespermer, and this is just a pale imitation.

I dont know if this will be a long series or not, but I hope you enjoy.

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Jackson says, "I think I'm going to do the burlesque show soon. Doing a
strip tease sounds kinda fun." in his usual cool, flat manor.

I try not to do a spit take with the tea I'm drinking, "What now?" I didn't
want to spew it all over the steering wheel of my car.

Jackson isn't the kind that I thought would be up for that. We dont know
each other super well, but we've been going to lunch together on most work
days for the last few months. He rides his bike to work, and doesn't always
bring his lunch, or want to eat at the work commissary.

One day he came by my desk, asking when I'd be going to lunch, and wanted
to know if he could tag along. We usually just sit in my car, in the
parking lot so we have some escape from the other chatty people at work.

He's about 5'7" with a mop of straight auburn hair hanging over his ears
and an almost, but not quite wispy short reddish beard. He's mid
twenties. Pale and thin, but thats just a guess as he wears baggie clothes
that hide his body. He's cute i suppose, but he's never caught my eye.
Jackson's super quiet and unassuming. He just kind of melts into the
background at work. He's usually the same at lunch, where we don't talk too
much beyond what video games we're playing or movies we've seen.

He didn't seem to notice my reaction, but went ahead and elaborated, "I
heard about it from my ex, and I went a couple of times with her, and it
was pretty fun to watch. There were bands, comedians, and men and women
that did strip teases."

He pauses to take a bite from his chicken sandwich, while I digest what
he's said.

"What about the other stuff you could do at the burlesque? Why'd you pick
stripping?"

Jackson looks at me with a glance while chewing on some fries, "Well, I'm
not a musician, and I'm not funny. I've been told by girlfriends I'm a
decent dancer... for a white guy."

"Ah, okay... well, are you comfortable with people seeing that much of you?
How undressed are you going to get?"

"Oh yeah, it's not a huge show. There's a few dozen people, and they're all
drunk or on their way there. I figure I'd get down to some skimpy
underwear. It'll be fun i think."

"Well for sure... any reason you're letting me know about it? Looking for
some moral support in the audience?"

"Um, yeah. That'd be good..." he pauses, more than usual, and finally seems
a little awkward, "uhhh also... I couldn't help but over hear one time, you
were talking about your ex-boyfriend. Are you bi or gay... or something?"

I dont hide my sexuality at work, I'm lucky to be a big, burly cis-gendered
dude, so people can be shocked when a 6'5" bearded guy mentions dating
other guys, but they soon forget it, and move on. Usually any way.

I'm a big guy in my early thirties, I run and go to the gym some to keep
the pounds off. I'm not ripped like Hemsworth or Jackman, but I've got a
flat belly, nice biceps, and i get compliments about my butt and legs
fairly often. with my full beard and hairy chest I guess I'd be considered
a bear.

I reply, "umm, pretty gay. I haven't dated a woman since high school." I'm
not sure where he's going with this. "Is it a queer show or something?"

Jackson shrugs his shoulders, "well, I would ask my ex. She's gone to male
strip shows, but she'd probably find it weird if I asked her. Have you gone
to one? The nights we went to the show there weren't any guys dancing, but
people talked about it, so I dont know what exactly would be good to do."

"Ah, well. Ummm, I haven't been to a burlesque show, but I've gone to gay
strip club before, and the bars I've gone to have had gogo dancers. That's
a bit of a different intent, and they go a bit further than I think you're
wanting to go."

Jackson sips his soda, and nods his head. "Well... the reason I was wanting
to strip at the burlesque show was to test the waters... i could use some
extra money to get my car up and running before winter starts. It wouldn't
interfere with this job, plus strippers can make decent money right?"

"Oh dude. I have no idea. Its been ages since I've gone. It was pretty
wild." I chuckled, "it looks like they worked hard for it though."

He seems to think on that for bit, while some Tame Impala plays on my car
stereo in the background. "Would... you be willing to talk to me about it
sometime? I know it's weird, but I don't really have any gay friends."

I squint at him a little. I'm not sure if this is just a straight boy
wanting honest help, or he's just jumping through hoops to get me alone.
Some straight guys have a tendency to suddenly become curious. "Sure... I'd
be free this weekend."

He light's up a bit, "That'd be great! I'll text you my address later."

We finish up our lunch in general silence and head back in to work to
finish out the day. I'm a bit distracted though, trying to figure out if
this is going to be more than just pointers about stripping.

Jackson ends up texting me his address after work.

- heres my address, come by Saturday at noon and we can have a beer and
hang out :-)

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