Date: Fri, 17 Jul 2020 02:50:05 +0000
From: zander.saldana (at) protonmail (dot) com
Subject: Jacksons Strip Tease chapter 3

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contain sexual themes, including dominantion, oral sex, and anal sex.

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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.

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