Date: Wed, 15 Jul 2020 17:32:56 +0000
From: zander (dot) saldana (at) protonmail (dot) com
Subject: Jacksons Strip Tease Chapter 2

That first chapter turned out faster than i expected. After this chapter.
they'll be a little longer.

if you are not 18 years of age, or the required age for your region to
consume adult content, please do not read this story. It will will
contain sexual themes, including dominantion, oral sex, and anal sex.

I'll be happy for any feedback, and you can send it to me via email.

zander.saldana (at) protonmail (dot) com

there's potential for some incest here between adult men in their 20s.
not everyone's into that, so I'm not sure if I'll go that route. I could
include that in future chapters if there's interest.

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Saturday comes around finally, and I head over to Jackson's place. He
lives in a modest looking duplex. As I get to the door, and im about to
knock, the door suddenly opens, but it's not Jackson answering the door.
A guy my height answers wearing a road cycling outfit, with the shirt
unzipped, showing off a hairy, defined chest.

He's got his bike beside him and he looks as shocked as me for a second.
Then he says, "Oh! Your my bro's friend from work, Zander, right?" He
looks a bit like a bigger, slightly older version of Jackson.

"Yeah, that's me...," I can't help but check him out. The tight, spandex
shorts don't leave much to the imagination. He's broad shouldered and
lean, with beefy cycler's thighs, "and your name? Jackson didn't mention
he had a brother."

"Oh I get it, he's a quiet guy. I'm not surprised. I'm Jordan by the way.
Our parents like names that start with J, hah! Anyway, I'm gonna be out
cycling with friends, and then I'm gonna crash at a friend's house. Y'all
will have the place all to yourselves."

He gives me a wink, and I step out of the way, so he can go past. I check
out Jordan's ass as he goes by.

He looks over his shoulder at me and says, "Jackson is just getting out
of the shower, go ahead and wait in the living room. He said you'd be
here at noon."

I head into the front door, still thinking about Jordan's perky,
beautiful ass and have to adjust my semi-hard cock. That isn't the kind
of stimulation I think I need before hanging out with a straight dude who
wants to talk about stripping.

I've barely shut the front door, when across the dimly lit living room,
and down a hall, another door opens which I assume is the bathroom,
because Jackson walks out in a thin cloud of steam with nothing but a
towel wrapped low across his hips.

It's my first time actually seeing his body at all, and I'm honestly
impressed. He's thin and kind of small, bit not soft or twink-ish. He has
lean, practical looking muscles. Jackson has a small patch of chest hair
between his hard pecs that turns into a thin trail in the cleft of his 6
pack abs, and goes past his navel. With the towel so low, i could see a
good portion of his moderately trimmed bush as well.

"Oh, Zander! You're already here. Just as reliable as you are at work."
He gives me smile, and then suddenly realizes he's just in the towel and
his shoulders hunch. "I'll be right out, lemme get dressed."

Jackson rushed down the hall, but i could see his pert backside for a
moment and the little bit of hair on his back above his ass, that wasn't
covered by the towel.

I was a bit taken a back, but got myself pulled together enough. He and
his brother had a big TV, with several video game consoles. It looked
like they even had a Super Nintendo. The walls had typical "bro-ey" art.
Some Tarantino posters. And some Star Wars art. The couch was a big
sectional that had seen better days with a messy coffee table crowded
with a bong and other pot stuff. There was a kitchen and dining nook off
to the side with a sliding glass door, looking on to an immaculate
backyard. A big contrast to the frat house living room.

"Go ahead and sit down, I'll grab us something to drink. You like Cider
right? I remember you mentioning that one time."

I'm Surprised he remembered that.

Jackson had come into the living room wearing some well worn basketball
shorts, and a lose tank top. The ensemble showed off his hairy calves,
and defined arms. It was hot catching stolen glimpses of his small pink
nipples, and hairy pits as he walked over to the kitchen. He had a bit of
a farmer's tan.

I found a spot on the couch to plop down on, and adjusted my growing semi
again. It was a hot day, so I was wearing some khaki shorts, that could
be considered a bit too short at mid thigh, but I liked how they
accentuated my legs. The dark gray tshirt was a bit tight, and showed off
my arms and pecs.

Maybe I was trying to see if he was up for seduction, or maybe I was
dressing for the heat. The number of straight guys that have confessed
being curious to me is not small, so I was preparing myself i suppose.

Jackson comes over to me at the couch. "Man it's fuckin' hot today isn't
it? Here's a cider, I hope you like it."

I can see a faint outline of his cock through the short's weathered, and
shimmering fabric. I force my eyes to keep traveling up to his face
though, which is looking more handsome to me now, with its sharp angles.
He has a prominent Adam's apple as well.

He sits down on the same side of the couch as me, about an arm's length
away and spreads a bit turning his shoulders towards me some. His tank
top exposes an armpit and a nipple.

Jackson takes a swig of beer, nods at the sliding door, "I've been
working in the yard this morning. I did yard work for beer money during
college, and now its just a habit."

"Yeah, even from here I can see it's nice back there. It's good work."

"Ah, thanks man. Want to go take a quick look?" he looks genuinely proud
of it, I haven't seen him actually enthusiastic about anything during our
time at work or at lunch. He's usually such a cool customer.

I give him a crooked smile, "Sure." And start to get up.

As he's getting up, his shorts shift around it's obvious he's packing a
sizable dick, and that he's wearing something that's keeping it all in
place, briefs or something maybe.

He leads me around the small dining table to the sliding door. Jackson's
in front of me sliding the door open to let us out, and i see he has
light freckles on his strong shoulders. That's not something I've found
hot before, but it looks good on him.

I shake my head. God, stop thinking with your dick you absolute perv. Not
every guy wants on your cock.

We step out into an immaculate backyard. The grass is perfectly green,
and looks like it was trimmed by hand with scissors. There's topiary
bushes around the perimeter, in front of the fence that are faultless,
and surrounded by flowers that would put an English garden to shame.

"Wow..." I'm kind of speechless. It's not what I was expecting after the
brodeo in the living room.

"Yeah... i would do this for the extra money for my car, like I did in
college, but it just wouldn't work with my current schedule." I can tell
he's proud though. "I guess that means we can talk about the alternative
eh?" He shrugs his head towards inside. "Wanna smoke out and talk about
it?"

"Uh... sure? I haven't smoked pot in ages. I'll have to take it easy."

"No worries man, I like to smoke a bowl post yard work. It's a tradition
at this point."

We make our way back inside, and I catch a whiff of his soap as he walks
close by me. I feel my senses on edge with how Jackson's opening up
around me. I'm not sure if he's noticing my cock starting to snake every
so slightly across my hip. I'm not huge, but bigger than average at
almost 7 inches. Cut, with a fat head, and I'm fairly thick.

Since I'm wearing these shorts, I'm in a pair of bright red briefs, that
have a little trouble containing my ass, and my dick when it starts
getting hard.

We take our places back on the couch, but Jackson sits more sideways this
time, with one foot behind the other knee, towards me. I don't want to
put my prick on display at this point, so I sit forward, but man spread a
bit, and lean towards the coffee table and its paraphernalia.

"Could you hand me the baggie, a bowl and the ashtray, I'll get it
packed." I hand him the bowl and baggie, and then set the ashtray between
us. He methodically gets it all ready and says, "this is pretty good
shit. Jordan gets it from a friend that grows their own." He's so
different than he is at work. I feel like he's barely the same schlubby,
mousy guy I have my lunch break with.

When he's done he hands the baggie back to me, and points at the bong,
which looks like it just got refreshed with new water. While I hand it to
him I say, "well, I'm used to shitty southwest weed. This Oregon stuff
always knocks me out. I'll have to be careful."

"Ah, your fine dude. This is a safe space. You can hang out as long as
you need to feel safe to drive."

Jackson lights up the bong, and takes the biggest fucking rip I've ever
seen. He tilts his head back, exposing his beautiful neck, and exhales
while handing me the bong and the lighter.

I at least have my shit together enough, not to take a giant hit. I offer
it back to him, and he shakes his head so I set it back down on the
table.

We both take a swig from our drinks. I lean back and stare at the ceiling
for a sec. When I glance over at Jackson, he has his arm resting on the
back of the couch, holding his head up while staring off into space,
seemingly lost in his own thoughts. I take the chance to scope out his
body again. The way his bicep bulges, again an exposed nipple, and his
package looks barely contained by whatever he has on under his shorts.

I say, "I dunno if I've ever seen you this relaxed Jackson." I can feel
the weed and cider slowly having a nice mild affect.

He brings his head around to me, and seems to come back to Earth, "I
don't wanna make waves at work, so I try to be as low key as possible.
All those team building exercises and trying to force us to be all buddy
buddy wear me out... y'know what I mean?"

"totally man," I reply a bit groggily. I scoot down the sofa a little
to get comfortable, and put my hands behind my head.

Jackson drinks from his beer, and seems to settle in, "So anyway. Can
you tell me anything about stripping? I mean, I've been to strip clubs,
and gotten a lap dance or two from a chick. Are gay strip clubs
different?"

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