Birthday Surprises

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BIRTHDAY SURPRISES

by TY SHANNON

I sat in the easy chair in the motel room occasionally

flipping the channels, as if I were looking for something

interesting on TV. But what I was really doing was watching in the

mirror as Larry began to undress.

He sat on the edge of the bed and tugged his sneakers off, and

his socks quickly followed. Then he stood up and stripped the tank

top off over his head. Larry was about 5'10" and 160 pounds, so

he was not really big. But his body looked great -- tight and

muscular, like a gymnast. His shoulders and arms rippled as he

tossed the shirt onto the bed, and the dim light in the motel room

actually highlighted the cords in his abdomen. Larry and I had

been seeing each other for over three years, but my dick still

responded every time I saw him without a shirt -- and it started to

again.

He tugged open the fly on his 501 jeans. They were pretty tight,

so he had to work them down over his hips, and his ass slowly

emerged into view. Once the jeans were down past his knees he was

able to slip them off, and he tossed them on the bed. He was

wearing bikini shorts, as usual, and after a moment he stripped them

off also.

My cock got harder as I looked at his ass. He has the most

beautiful ass I have ever seen on a guy -- firm and nicely rounded,

and almost hairless. His back was darkly tanned, and the contrast

against the white of his ass cheeks was incredibly erotic. My mouth

started to water.

As he threw the shorts onto the bed, he turned and looked at

himself in the mirror -- and saw that I was watching him. He

smiled and blew me a kiss, and said, "You like what you see?"

"You know I do." As I gazed at his form in the mirror, I could

see the light patch of hair on his chest, and the thin line of hair

that led down his stomach to the brown forest surrounding his soft dick.

He raised his arms and placed his hands behind his head, and

tightened his muscles -- arms, stomach and legs -- and posed for me.

I burst out laughing, "You fucker! You want me to come over there

and rape you?"

He laughed, too. "Not really, but that's an idea for later."

He turned sideways to the mirror and tightened his buttocks, and I

could see the dimples in his ass cheeks -- God, I loved that! And

he knew it! He smiled and stuck his tongue out at me briefly. "I'm

gonna take a shower. Wanna join me?"

"Sure." He went into the bathroom and started the water

running, while I stood up and quickly undressed. I had actually

taken a shower earlier that morning, but I would never turn down

a chance to be in the shower with him.

When I entered the bathroom he was already in the shower, so I

slid the curtain aside at the back of the tub and joined him. His

back was towards me, and I moved up against him and put my arms

around him, kissing the back of his neck as the water splashed

over us. My cock was half-hard from watching him undress, and I

pushed it tightly against his beautiful ass. He moaned quietly and

thrust his hips back to meet me, and we just stood there under the

steaming shower for a few moments.

Finally I broke free, and he changed places with me so I could

be right under the shower. When I was thoroughly wet, I picked up

the soap and turned back to face him. I worked up some lather on my

hands and began to soap his body -- his neck and shoulders, down and

under his arms, and his chest and stomach. I was in no hurry -- I

loved the slick feel of his tight muscles under my roving fingers.

My cock was now fully erect, and his was getting there.

I worked on down his legs -- front and back, down to his feet

and back up. Then between his legs, taking lots of time on his hard

cock and balls. He leaned forward and kissed me through the

splashing water, and I squeezed his dick in response.

Then he turned around and I soaped over his back and waist, and

finally down to his twin ass cheeks. I washed and massaged them for

several minutes, and into the crack between them; and he pushed his

ass back against my probing hands. But finally I moved up tight

against him and let my rigid cock slide down his slippery crack,

while I reached around in front of him and gave his throbbing prick

one more long squeeze. Then we changed places so he could get under

the shower and rinse off.

When he was ready, he dropped to his knees and quickly took my

hot cock into his mouth and sucked on it. Too soon he pulled off,

and then stood and soaped me up, being especially thorough with my

cock and balls. When he finished we changed places again, and he

stepped out of the shower while I rinsed off. He swatted at me

through the shower curtain, which surprised the hell out of me and

made me jump. He laughed, so I splashed some water over the top of

the curtain at him.

Shortly I shut the water off and stepped out, and we helped

each other to dry off. Then we walked back into the bedroom. I put

my arms around him and pulled him against me, and kissed him. Our

hard dicks were forced together, pressed between our bodies, while

our tongues explored. After a couple minutes I reached down and

grasped his big cock, and whispered to him, "Want me to do something

about that?"

He smiled and whispered back, "Let's save it for later."

My tongue slid across his lips. "Mmmmm. You're gonna make me wait."

He kissed me again. "Mmmmm. It'll be even better later."

"I know. But if my dick doesn't go down, I may not be able to

get dressed." And we both laughed.

With that we stepped apart and dressed for dinner.

It was early on a Friday evening, and we had planned a big

weekend trip to celebrate his birthday -- he was 26 now, but only

looked about 20. The plan was for dinner in the motel restaurant

tonight, and driving up to Niagara Falls tomorrow. But we had no

firm schedule, so we were not in a hurry about anything.

When we were dressed I dug into my overnight bag, and brought

out a small package and handed it to him. "Happy Birthday,

Larry."

His eyes lit up, and he kissed me. "Thank you. But I

thought we were gonna wait till later."

"I know -- we'll do it later, too. But I wanted you to have

this now."

He opened it and took out the gold chain. "OOHHH! It's

beautiful." He kissed me again, long and hard. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Then I helped him fasten it around his

neck. His shirt was open at the throat, and the chain gleamed in

the dim light.

When we were ready, we went into the restaurant and had dinner.

It was an excellent restaurant that served fine steaks, with

home-made bread and apple butter. And the place sat up on a hill,

with a tremendous view of the surrounding countryside. It was a

delightful meal.

We both ate too much, of course, and afterward we went outside

for a brief walk. It was a nice summer evening, just turning dusk,

and he suggested, "Let's go back to town and check out the carnival

we saw when we drove up here."

"Good idea." So we jumped in the car and he drove back into

town. Since we didn't know our way around, it took us a little

while to find the carnival. But once there, we walked through the

midway and played a few games, and he won a stuffed animal that he

gave me. He told me about the two summers when he worked in a

carnival just like this, and learned all about how the games worked.

We also took a ride on the ferris wheel and got a great view of the

darkened town, now awash with lights. But finally we left.

This was a small, rural, red-neck town, but there was a bigger

city just 20 minutes away, so we drove there and went to a small gay

bar that I knew about. It was a really dingy neighborhood, but

inside the bar was neat and clean. Even though it was Friday night,

the place was not very crowded.

When we were inside, Larry gave me the car keys -- he likes to

do most of the driving, but when we go into a bar he drinks more

than I do, so I always drive home. We had a few beers and played

several games of pool with two cute girls. I was pretty sure they

were gay, but it took a while before Larry finally agreed with me.

About midnight we decided we'd had enough of the place, and

left. I drove out onto the Interstate highway and headed back

towards the motel. I could tell that Larry had a pretty good buzz

from the alcohol, so after a few minutes I placed my hand on his

thigh and suggested, "Why don't you put the seat back?"

He didn't say anything, but did as I asked, and then raised his

arms over his head. I caressed his thigh some, and then let my hand

slide over onto his crotch. I could feel that his cock was

beginning to stiffen -- he probably had an idea of what I was

thinking about. I told him, "Why don't you take your pants down,

so I can see that beautiful dick?"

He smiled in the semi-darkness. "Oooohhh! This could be

exciting." He opened his jeans and slid them down to his knees,

along with his shorts, and lay back again and spread his legs. I

looked over at him briefly, and could make out the whiteness of his

skin and his huge dick standing up in the night air. So I reached

over and started playing with it and stroking it, as we cruised down

the highway. I ran my hand over his tight stomach and through the

hair around his cock.

We passed a couple cars but he didn't seem to notice. But I

was familiar with one of his fantasies, so when I saw that we were

coming up behind a big tractor-trailer, I alerted him, "See

what's up ahead?"

He lifted his head and looked. "OOOhhhh! You fucker!" But

he lay back and thrust his hips up towards my hand. He gets a real

rush from being exposed like this in the car and letting a trucker

see him.

As we approached the truck, I asked, "Shall I turn the light on

for a minute, and give him a good look?"

"MMMMmmm, yeah! Do that!" So I slowly pulled up beside

the truck, and when I was parallel with the cab I turned on the

overhead light and held the car alongside for a minute. I stroked

his cock slowly, and could feel it surge from his excitement. But

then I turned the light out and sped on ahead. Larry responded,

"Wow! That was great!"

"I know." We had done this a couple times before. It doesn't

do anything special for me, but he loves it. We just have to be

careful where we do it.

But then we heard the trucker give three blasts on his air horn,

and we both burst out laughing. The driver saw, and he liked it.

Then Larry sat up quickly. "Let's do something else!" He

reached over and opened my pants, and pulled my half-hard cock out

into the open. "Slow down a little." I did, and the truck started

to get closer. He stroked my dick till it was hard. "Pull out into

the passing lane and let him come up alongside us again." I did what

he asked, while he got up on his knees on the seat. He turned to

face me, and then bent down and started sucking on my cock, with his

naked ass up in the air right next to his window. He pulled up

briefly, "When he's along side us, flip the light on again for a

minute." He went back down on me, and I slowed to let the truck come

up beside us. Then I flicked the light on again. We heard three

more blasts from the air horn, and Larry jammed his throat down onto

my throbbing cock. But after a couple minutes I turned the light

off and drove on ahead.

Larry rose up and sat back in his seat. "God, that really

turns me on!"

"It sure does."

But we were getting pretty close to the motel, so we both fixed

our pants. I pulled into the parking lot, and when we got out he

asked, "Wanna go into the bar for a quick drink?"

I smiled at him. "I'd just as soon go right up to the room.

I want to do things to your body."

"OOOhhh! I like that idea!"

So we went into the room, and after a quick trip to the

bathroom, we both undressed to our shorts. He lay down on the bed

while I got out a couple more packages for his birthday, and we sat

on the bed while he opened them. One was a fancy Buffalo Bills

sweat shirt -- that's his team -- and he really liked it. The other

package was very small, and he took out the little piece of cloth

and looked at it for a minute before he realized what it was.

"WOW! A G-string! I love it! I've gotta try it on."

He jumped off the bed, quickly stripped off his shorts, and

pulled the G-string snugly up into his crotch. Larry has always

preferred bikini shorts, mostly because they show off his gorgeous

ass. The G-string was solidly made, from a shiny green material,

and had a single strap up the back which fitted nicely into the

crack of his ass. He turned so he could see his ass in the large

mirror -- his naked twin cheeks were incredibly highlighted by the

green waist band and the strap disappearing down into his crack. He

licked his lips. "Shit! That is sexy!"

I had to laugh. "It sure is!" My cock was already hard

inside my shorts from watching him.

He jumped onto the bed and pushed me down on my back. Then he

lay down on top of me, thrust his crotch tightly against mine, and

gave me a long, hard kiss. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!"

And we kissed again.

But finally he rolled off at my side and ran his hand down to

my shorts, and caressed my hard dick through the cloth. He

hesitated for a couple minutes, and then said, "I have an idea,

Walt. I know we were planning to go to Niagara Falls tomorrow, but

let's go to Baltimore instead."

"Baltimore? Why Baltimore?"

"There's a bar there that I wanta show you."

I thought about that for a minute. "Baltimore is probably 6

hours from here. That's a long way to go to visit a bar."

"I know, but it'll be worth it. Trust me. I've got a

surprise for you when we get there."

I thought about it a little longer, but decided I didn't really

care where we went, as long as we spent the weekend together. So I

kissed him and told him, "Okay. It's your birthday, and if that's

where you want to go, that's what we'll do."

"Great!"

With that, he got up on his knees and dropped his head down to

my shorts. He licked and chewed at my hard prick through the cloth

for a minute, but then sat back up. "Fuck that! I want the real

thing." He quickly stripped my shorts off and leaned back down,

sliding his mouth onto my cock. Then he started sucking on it --

up and down -- up and down -- for a long time. I looked down at

his head -- I loved to see my dick sliding in and out of his mouth.

Then I let my head fall back, and I lay there and caressed his ass

cheeks with my hand while he worked on my prick.

But eventually his mouth got tired and he sat up. He still had

the green G-string on, so I had him stand up while I got down on my

knees in front of him. I grabbed his naked ass cheeks with both

hands and pulled his crotch against my face. I moaned in my throat

and rubbed my lips against the bulge. God, I wanted his cock! Then

I used my teeth to carefully start pulling the G-string downwards.

First the head of his cock came into view and I licked at it

briefly. Then I pulled the shorts down farther and exposed the

rigid shaft. This was exciting, but I couldn't wait any longer -- I

grasped the waist band with my fingers and quickly stripped the

G-string off. His big dick stood out proudly from his abdomen. I

held it still with one hand and ran my tongue over it -- licked

around the shaft and across the head, and probed at the slit.

Then I wrapped my lips around it and slowly -- slowly -- slid

it into my mouth. I took as much as I could and just held it there,

and ran my tongue around it some more. I loved the velvety feel of

his hot skin in my mouth. Then I grasped his ass cheeks again and

pulled at his waist, forcing his cock to fuck my mouth -- in and out

-- in and out. He rested one hand on the back of my head, and

thrust with his hips to help. He said, "You really get into this,

don't you?"

My mouth was full so I just nodded my head a little.

"MMMMMMmmmmm!!" My hands tugged at his ass and my fingers played

with his asshole. I don't know why, but it really turns me on to

play with his ass like this! My cock throbbed as I thought about

what this must look like -- but all I could see was his tight

abdomen in front of my face and his pulsing shaft as it plunged in

and out of my mouth.

But finally his hands grabbed my head and pulled me off, and I

stood up. He kissed me. "That's great, Walt, but I don't wanta

come that way."

"What would you like? It's your birthday and we'll do it

however you want."

He kissed me again and whispered, "I want you to fuck me."

That was a pleasant surprise -- he is normally not into getting

fucked unless he's pretty wasted, which he wasn't. I kissed him

back. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah." So I gently pushed him down onto the bed and rolled him

over onto his stomach. Then I got out a jar of grease and climbed

up between his spread legs. I massaged his ass cheeks some, and

toyed with his asshole with a finger.

"Just remember to relax the muscles," I reminded him.

"Mmm-Hmm." His head was resting on his arms and his eyes were

closed, waiting for me. So I put some grease on one finger and

spread his cheeks with my other hand. I swirled the finger around

his sphincter a few times, and then pushed it slowly. His ass

pulled away a little, but I kept pushing -- and my finger popped

into him. He made a face. "OOOhhh. Easy." I stopped for a minute,

and then pushed harder and my finger slid easily into his ass. I

paused to let him adjust to it, and then stroked my finger in and

out a few times.

Then I let it slip out, got some more grease, and slid two

fingers into him. I saw his buttocks clench up and felt the

pressure on my fingers. "Just relax, Larry." He concentrated, and

the pressure went away. So I pushed my fingers into him until my

hand was pressed tightly against his ass cheeks. Then I fucked him

with my fingers for several minutes, warming him up, and soon his

ass was thrusting back against my hand.

I leaned down and kissed the back of his neck. "You ready for

it, Larry?"

"Hmmmmm, yeah. Just go easy." So I slipped my fingers out and

greased up my throbbing cock. Then I moved up closer to him so my

dick was positioned at his ass. I leaned forward on one hand and

positioned my cock at his sphincter, and pushed gently. He lifted his

ass back against me -- and the head slid into him. I paused again for

a few seconds, and then pushed harder. He gasped. "OOOhhh!! Easy!"

His ass pulled away a little, but I kept pushing, slowly.

Then I was all the way in, and my pubic hair was grinding

against his ass cheeks. I didn't move -- I just leaned forward and

kissed his neck again, and whispered in his ear, "You've got it

all, lover. You okay?"

"Yeah. Just hold it a minute." I did, and he squirmed his ass

against me, adjusting to the feel of the fullness within him -- my

cock is pretty big, and he's not used to taking it. I waited,

loving the feel of his ass cheeks pressing tightly against me. But

shortly he pushed his ass up into the air a little more. "Go ahead

-- do it."

So I started stroking my cock into his ass -- in and out -- in

and out -- slowly and easily. He responded now, "Yeah!!! Do

that!!" I continued to fuck into him, grinding my abdomen against

his ass every time I reached bottom.

"God, you're tight, Larry. I love it!"

"MMMmmmm! So do I. But just go easy." So I fucked him, slowly

and evenly, for several minutes. Then there was a quiet moan in his

throat, and he was pushing back against me on every stroke. So I

started moving faster and harder -- just what he wanted. "OOOhhhh,

God!! Yeah!!" Soon my skin was slapping against his ass cheeks

every time. His ass was so hot and tight!! I watched my dick

sliding into him and could feel my blood starting to boil.

But he could tell that I was getting close, and he raised his

head and said, "Wait. Stop." I did, and just held it there. "I

want to turn over."

So I gently pulled out of him. I put some more grease on my

throbbing cock while he turned onto his back. I stood up and pulled

him down the bed, till his ass was right at the foot of the bed. He

lifted his legs up and rested them on my shoulders, and I positioned

my cock against his asshole again and thrust it into him. I stroked

into him a few times, and then jammed it in tight, as far as it

would go. Then I lay down on top of him between his spread legs and

kissed him. I held him with my arms and we kissed, for a long time,

while he locked his legs behind my back and squirmed his ass against

my hard prick.

Finally I stood upright again and began to stroke his dick

with my hand. But after a minute he said, "Let me do that. You

just fuck me."

So I started fucking him, slowly and evenly -- in and out -- in

and out. He responded, "OOOHHH! That feels so good!!" And he

began stroking his throbbing prick.

We did this for several minutes, and I could feel that I was

starting to get there. I placed my hands on his chest, with

my fingers playing at his nipples. "Come on, Larry! Do it!!"

"Wait for me!!" So I slowed down my stroke a little. But

sweat was rolling down my sides, and I was breathing heavily.

I could see his muscles straining, and his head flopped from

side to side. So I moved faster, slamming into him on every

stroke. "Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"

He was moaning continuously now, "Yeah! ... Yeah! ... Do it!

... Fuck me!!"

I could feel the sensations building up inside me, so I

squeezed his nipples and fucked him faster and harder. "Come on,

Larry!! I'm gonna cum!!"

He stroked himself furiously, his stomach and chest and arms

straining. "Yeah!! Now!!!"

I pounded against his gorgeous ass cheeks -- and I came! I

spurted into him, three - four -- five times!

"Yeah!! ..... AAAAAIIIIGGGGGHHH!!!" And he came, his cum

splashing out onto his chest and stomach!

We stroked together -- again -- and again. But finally we

stopped, exhausted.

My cock gradually started to soften but I held it tight inside

him, and leaned down and kissed him. "Happy birthday, lover."

He smiled. "Thank you. That was fantastic!"

"I thought so, too!"

"You know, I could feel your hot cum splashing inside me --

and I loved it!"

"I'm glad. We'll have to do this more often."

"I'd like that."

We lay there for a couple minutes, and then I let my soft cock

slip out of him. I picked up a towel and wiped the mess from his

stomach. He responded, "Yukk!!"

"Yeah." I handed him the towel and he wiped off his hand. "But

that's what happens when you're on the bottom."

"I know. When I'm about ready to cum, I love the feel of the

stuff splashing on my skin. But once it's over, it's pretty

disgusting." We both laughed.

Finally we went into the bathroom and washed up. Then we

climbed back into bed and turned the TV on. We lay there, naked,

with our legs touching and holding hands, and watched some late

movie. But within ten minutes he was asleep.

He likes to have the TV on when he goes to sleep, so I left it

on a little longer. But eventually I clicked it off and turned the

light out. Then I lay back down next to him, with my arm resting

across his tight body, and fell asleep.

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When I awoke in the morning, I realized that his hand was playing

with my hard cock. I turned to look at him and he smiled, and bent

over and kissed me. "Good morning," he said.

I kissed him back. "Good morning to you. What a great way

to wake up."

"Well, I saw that big hard-on and I couldn't resist playing

with it."

"Any time you feel like playing with it, just go right ahead."

And we both laughed.

But I looked at the clock and saw that it was after 10 in the

morning. "You know, if we're driving to Baltimore we need to get

moving."

"That's true. But tell me -- would you rather go up to

Niagara Falls, the way we planned?"

"No, you've got me curious now what this surprise is. Can you

give me a hint?"

"Nope -- no hints. But I know you'll love it --- at least,

I think you will."

With that we kissed once more and got up. It only took us 30

minutes to get cleaned up and dressed, and checked out of the motel.

It was a long drive, but a nice day for traveling. When we got

to the outskirts of Baltimore we found a motel that wasn't too

expensive, got a room, took a quick shower together, and then had

some dinner. It was almost 9 when we headed into town. Larry was

driving, since he knew where he was going, and I followed along on

the map, so I would know how to get back to the motel later.

We got to the bar and found that it was not very crowded. The

room was long and narrow, and rather dimly lit, as most bars are.

We sat down at the bar and ordered drinks. I noticed that there was

a balcony running along the wall above the bar , with a metal

railing extending its whole length. There were two metal poles

standing on the balcony, fastened to the ceiling, and steps at both

ends of the balcony leading down to the bar. Larry saw me looking

up at it and told me, "That's for the dancers."

"Dancers?"

"Yeah. They're strippers."

"OOOhhh. This sounds interesting." I could see several young

men talking in the corner behind the bar, apparently getting ready

for the show. "How did you know about this place?"

"I used to live near here several years ago, and came in here

once in a while." But as I looked at him, he seemed kind of

embarrassed. "To be honest, I used to work here."

"As a stripper?"

"Yeah. Does that upset you?"

I thought about that a minute, and replied, "No, not really.

You're athletic and a very good-looking young man. I've seen you

dance in public, and I know you would be very good at it."

He gave a big sigh of relief. "I'm glad to hear that." I

didn't push him about what else might have been involved. He and I

had agreed a couple years ago, when we started seeing each other

steadily, that what was past was past. And I vaguely remembered

him telling me that he had been a male stripper at one time.

But he went on, "Now for my surprise -- would you like me to

get up there and dance for you?"

I stared at him for several moments, but as I thought about it,

the idea kind of turned me on. So I leaned over and kissed him.

"Larry, I would love it."

"Honest? It won't bother you to have all these other guys

looking at me while I take my clothes off?"

"Hah! Just the opposite! They're all going to look at this

gorgeous young man and know that he's with me, and be jealous as

hell!" We both laughed.

"Oh, good. This is gonna be fun." He kissed me again. "But I

want you to know the only reason I'm doin' this is because I love

you, and I want you to watch."

"Thank you." We sipped our drinks a little and I asked, "How

did you happen to get into stripping in the first place?"

"`Cause I didn't have a job and it was easy money. At first I

was kinda embarrassed about it, but I got over that pretty quick.

And after a while I found that I really enjoyed the attention, with

everyone watching and lusting after my body."

Then he went off for a few minutes to talk with the manager, to

see if it was okay for him to join the dancers. Since it wasn't

going to cost him anything, he agreed. So Larry finished his drink

quickly, gave me a kiss, and went behind the bar with the other

dancers.

Shortly the lights got brighter, and Larry and three other

young men climbed the stairs onto the balcony and spaced themselves

along its length. They began moving with the music, each dancing by

himself. The other three were pretty-good looking, one obviously a

weight-lifter. There was nothing common or remarkable about their

costumes -- just what I would call every-day clothes.

I watched idly as they danced, and noticed that two of them

were hardly dancing at all -- they just shuffled around a little,

not even in time with the music. Shortly, the other three began to

remove their clothing. It was not a very sexy strip-tease at all;

they were just taking their clothes off.

But my eyes were focused on Larry. His eyes were closed, and

he swung freely and effortlessly in time with the music. His feet

tapped out the beat, and his legs and arms swayed smoothly in an

unplanned but pleasing display. He turned slowly in a circle, and

his face showed that he was enjoying himself. He had not started to

remove his clothes yet, but I was impressed by his graceful manner

and obvious self-confidence. He had on sneakers, faded jeans that

were torn in a few places, and a pink muscle shirt that hung

loosely on his tight frame.

The other dancers were naked by now, and I took a quick survey

of them. The muscular one had a very good build but couldn't dance

at all. One was tall and slim, with a nice tan. The third was

simply average and quite soft in the middle.

Larry's eyes were open now as he scanned the slight crowd.

While he still had not removed any of his clothes, his motions were

taking on some subtle teasing. He ran his hand over his chest and

stomach, and did some sexy moves with his hips. His eyes surveyed

the customers, and he winked at me as his view went past. He swung

around with his back to the audience and continued his smooth,

athletic dance, but I detected a more pronounced motion of his hips.

The other performers had stopped any pretense of dancing, and

were just moving around a little and playing with themselves,

attempting to arouse their organs into a more vivid display for the

crowd.

I saw little of interest in the other three, so I settled down

to watch Larry. Shortly he grasped the bottom of his muscle shirt

with both hands, and with a quick flip pulled it off over his head.

Without a break in his fluid motions he tossed the shirt aside into

the corner. He closed his eyes again, off into some fantasy of his

own, and danced to the hard-driving music. He had really good

muscles in his arms and shoulders, and he flexed them repeatedly to

show them off to best advantage. His stomach was smooth and hard,

and rippled as he danced. He had a little hair on his chest, but

that was all. His jeans fit tightly, in spite of the tears, and

molded closely about his hips and ass. He raised his hands above

his head and looked straight at me again, and swung his hips at me

over and over. I smiled at this, and he smiled back. He brought

one hand slowly down across his chest, following the trail of light

hair in the middle of his stomach down to his pants, and let it rest

on his crotch. He gave a quick tug at it and smiled at me again,

and I had to laugh.

Then his hand slowly unbuttoned his jeans and spread the fly.

The hand went back above his head, and as he writhed to the music

the jeans slowly slid lower on his slim hips. But the jeans were

too tight to actually slide all the way down; so he turned around

with his back to the crowd, and swinging his hips in time with the

music, began to slowly work the jeans down across his ass. His ass

cheeks gradually came into view -- firm and round, with no hair, and

with that incredibly sexy dark tan line against his white ass! He

had his new G-string on under the pants and the green waist-band

showed clearly, with the center strap disappearing down into the

crack in his ass. He turned his head around towards me as he did

this, and gave me another smile, so I blew him a kiss. God, he has

a beautiful ass! I could feel a slight stir in my pants. He sure

knew what dancing was all about, and what it took to excite an

audience.

By now two of the other dancers had come down onto the bar and

were moving idly to the music, displaying their bodies for the

customers. As I looked quickly down the bar most of the customers

were watching these two, admiring their bodies and hard cocks. But I

was not impressed, so I turned back to watch Larry some more.

He was facing forward again, and since his jeans were now down

past his G-string, he quickly stripped them down the rest of the

way. He had to stop dancing for a few moments, remove his sneakers

so the jeans would come off, and then slip the sneakers back on

again. This done, he danced over to one of the poles and began to

dance around it. He grasped it with one hand and circled around it

one way, and then switched hands and swung the other way. Several

times I saw him look directly at me, and I continued to focus on

him, completely fascinated by the sinous, animal-like movements in

his dancing. His legs were smoothly muscled also, calves and thighs

bulging as he moved.

Then he danced across to one end of the balcony and quickly

descended the steps onto the bar. He slipped behind one of the

other dancers and came across the bar until he was right in front of

me, and started dancing directly to me.

I really loved the way he danced. He didn't just move his feet

and hips; his whole body seemed caught up in the music. His arms

flowed up and down; his whole torso swayed; his thighs opened and

closed as he felt the throbbing beat of the music. His face showed

that he really enjoyed the dancing. He closed his eyes and pistoned

his hips right in front of me -- he was incredible!

The G-string was of a smooth, glossy material, and fit snugly

about his crotch. He swung around with his back to me, so I could

get a good look at his ass. As he danced, the firm twin globes

rippled up and down just above my face. He probably did that on

purpose -- he knows how I get turned on by the sight of his naked

ass. Then he hooked his fingers in the back waist-band of the

G-string, and slowly began to tease it downward. I watched as it

slid tightly across his buttocks, my breath catching in my throat.

He stopped with the strap snuggly beneath his cheeks and swayed

around to face me again. He then teased the front of the G-string

downwards until his pubic hair showed clearly above the waistband.

His hands went above his head and he danced this way for several

moments. Then he stopped still and just looked at me. He didn't

speak, but his mouth formed the words, "Take them off". I couldn't

resist -- I raised both hands and rested them briefly on his hips,

and then slowly inched the shorts downwards. His softened shaft

gradually came into view, and I looked up into his eyes. "Do it",

he mouthed. So I quickly slid them the rest of the way down to his

feet. He steadied himself with a hand on my shoulder while I worked

the G-string off over his sneakers, and he then danced naked in

front of my eyes. I slipped a bill into his sock, so he leaned down

quickly and gave me a brief kiss. "Thank you. Hang onto my G-string

for me." Then he danced away down the bar.

The other three dancers were on the bar, too, but had stopped

dancing. Each was in front of a customer, who would run his hands

over the dancer's legs and body, and even play with his dick some.

It amazed me somewhat that this kind of physical contact would be

allowed. The dancers didn't seem to mind, and I'm sure it got them

good tips. But I couldn't help but feel that it was gross, and kind

of degrading, both to the dancer and to the customer. And then I

wondered how Larry would react when someone tried to do that to him.

He was down at the end of the bar, in front of another

customer. I watched as he danced, his hips swinging in and out and

his soft dick waving above the man's face. He turned around so the

man got a good look at his naked ass as he danced. The man slipped

a bill in his sock, but when he tried to run his hand up Larry's

leg, he quickly stood upright so the customer couldn't get his hand

between his legs. Larry turned around, gave the customer a quick

`Thank you' for the tip, and danced off. I was relieved that he

didn't let the guy play with him, and I thought he handled it very

well.

He went back up the steps to the balcony and danced across

to the pole above me. He was naked now except for his sneakers and

just flowed to the beat of the music. He closed his eyes and let

himself go - back and forth, side to side, round and round. A light

film of sweat showed on his taut muscles, gleaming in the subdued

light. He had been dancing vigorously for about 20 minutes, and

that kind of dancing is hard work.

I glanced back down the bar. The weight lifter, naked like the

rest, did a hand-stand on the bar, and then did several pushups

while in the hand-stand. That was impressive but didn't really

turn me on.

Another dancer moved over in front of me. His dick was

standing up hard from his crotch and he wiggled it right in

front of my face. This did nothing for me, so I studiously ignored

it and looked away. He realized he wouldn't get a tip from me, so

with a dirty look he moved off.

The third dancer was crouched on the bar in front of the man

sitting next to me. They talked quietly together while the customer

played with the dancer's dick, although it never got very hard, and

then the man put a tip in his sock. I thought to myself that it

must be something of a drag for these dancers to come in here every

night and let these men paw them. They must need the money bad --

or maybe they just enjoy it. It's hard to say.

I looked back up to the balcony where Larry was still hard at

work. He had moved over to the pole and was dancing around it. He

saw me watching him, and began staring straight at me and dancing

directly to me. He moved up against the pole and grasped it with

both hands, and pulled his naked body tight against it. Then he

smiled and gazed into my eyes while he slowly rubbed his body and

his dick up and down along the length of the pole. I laughed at the

obvious suggestiveness of the movements, and he grinned broadly at

me -- he knew exactly what he was doing. He closed his eyes and

with one hand he caressed his chest and stomach and legs, as he

pretended to make love to the metal pole. Then he turned around and

slid his ass against the pole. With his hands he spread his ass

cheeks and pushed his crack tightly against the long shaft. Slowly,

but still in time with the musical beat, he rubbed his ass up and

down against the pole -- and looked back right at me again. God,

what a showman he is! I never realized that. My throat was dry

from the excitement he caused so I ordered another drink.

As I watched, Larry grasped the pole and climbed up onto the

railing. This put his back to the audience, his beautiful ass

forced backwards and in perfect view. He spread his feet wide on

the railing and worked his torso and hips to the music. Looking up

from beneath him I could see the muscles ripple in his legs, and his

twin cheeks tensed and quivered as he writhed in his dance. He looked

downward between his legs, right at me again. I could clearly see

his cock and balls bouncing between his legs, and I smiled, and

slowly and deliberately wiped my tongue across my lips. He smiled

back and blew me a kiss.

Shortly he came down on the bar again, dancing over in front of

me. He slowed his motions down and pistoned his hips slowly in and

out, in amd out, his cock waving just above my head. I couldn't

take my eyes off him. Still staying with the music, he slowly bent

his knees so that his bouncing dick came down right in front of my

face. I could see where his balls were shaved and the hair trimmed

around the edges of his crotch. Beautiful! His dick had lengthened

somewhat but was still not very hard, and it swayed erotically with

his movements.

Then he stood up and swung around so his back was to me.

Holding the railing to steady himself, he swung his ass side to

side, in and out, slowly and sensuously. He bent his knees again

and his beautiful ass came down towards my upturned face; and then

he straightened up. He did this over and over, each time bringing

his ass closer to my face. I could see that there was no hair on

his ass at all -- but I knew that, because I had shaved it for him

just a week ago. And I loved it!

I thought he might be expecting some reaction from me, so the

next time his ass came down, I lifted my face and attempted to kiss

it. But he quickly pulled up away from me. I laughed -- what a

tease! But that's what this kind of show is all about. The next

time I let him come real close, and then blew quickly, a puff of air

right on his asshole. This surprised him and he bounced upright,

but he looked back at me quickly and laughed.

Then I took out a bill and folded it, and held it up towards

him. He knew what I had in mind so his ass slowly descended again.

I slid the bill up into his crack and he clenched his buttocks to

grasp the bill. Then he straightened up and danced around, the bill

showing clearly from his backside. There was a smattering of

applause from the audience at this, which made him smile. He turned

towards the crowd again and danced away down the bar.

He danced in front of some other customers, but I could see

that he didn't dance to them the way he had for me. I knew that by

now they were all lusting after his body -- but he was with me!!

The 30-minute set was almost over, so the dancers all moved

back up onto the balcony and danced a little longer, and then

started to dress. Larry signaled to me that he wanted his G-string,

so I tossed it up to him. With a last flip of his hips at me he

began to don his clothes, too. When they were dressed, they all

came down behind the bar, and the next set of dancers went up to

take their place.

Shortly Larry came out from behind the bar, wiping the sweat

from his face. He came over and sat on the stool next to me, and I

complimented him, "You are fantastic, Larry! That's the most

exciting dancing I've ever seen."

He kissed me briefly. "Thank you." I bought him another drink,

while he pulled the tips from his socks and counted them. Then he

leaned over and kissed me again. "I'd rather you didn't give me any

tips. People might think you're a shill or something."

"Oh. Okay." That hadn't occurred to me.

"But don't be bashful about tipping the other dancers, if you

see something you like."

"Okay. But you know, you're the best dancer in here."

He kissed me again. "Thank you. I think so, too." And we

both laughed.

"I'm serious. Your dancing is definitely sexy, but it also has

class, which none of the others do."

"You really think so?"

"Definitely. They aren't really dancing -- they're just taking

their clothes off. And I could tell that you really were enjoying

yourself, because it showed in your face."

He smiled, and leaned over to me and whispered, "You know what

I was thinking about while I was dancing up there?"

"It must have been pretty exciting, whatever it was."

"I was thinking about last night, when you were fucking me."

I had to laugh. "Well, you know what I was thinking about

while I was watching you?"

"What?"

"I'm ready to do it again!" And we both laughed at that.

He lit up a cigarette and we watched the new group of dancers.

I told him, "You know, I'm really surprised that the customers are

allowed to play with the dancers like this."

"So am I. They didn't do that when I used to work here before.

I also don't remember taking everything off -- I think I always kept

a G-string on."

"Well, times have changed. But it's certainly more exciting

when they have nothing on."

"That's true."

I sipped my drink for a few minutes. "A question occurred to

me. During the next set, would you like me to play with you some,

when you're down here on the bar?"

"No, don't do that. If you did, then everyone else would

think they could, too, and I don't like that."

"Neither do I. I just thought that might be a part of your

trip."

"No, it's not."

"I'm glad I asked." I took a sip of my drink. "You know,

sometime you'll have to dance for me privately, in the bedroom at

home. Then we can take it all the way."

He kind of smiled and hesitated. "No, I couldn't do that."

"Why not? You do it great here in front of a crowd."

"I know, but that would be different. I can't explain it."

"Oh, well. It was just an idea."

The second group of dancers did their 30-minute set, and we sat

there and commented to each other about their dancing and about

their bodies. Larry tipped a couple of them that he thought did

particularly well. Then the first group of dancers did another set,

and Larry danced with them. He did one more set, and then we were

ready to leave.

It was after midnight when we stepped outside, and I started to

head for the car. But he grabbed my arm and said, "Let's go down

this way. I think there's a dirty book store near here."

"A dirty book store? What for?"

He just smiled. "Another surprise. You'll see."

"But is it safe, in this neighborhood?"

"Well, let's go check it out. If it looks bad, we'll leave."

So we walked down the street a couple blocks and found the book

store. We went inside, but there were only a few men in there.

He told me, "Get some tokens and we'll see what films they have."

I didn't know what he had in mind, but I did as he asked.

We went into the back room and started looking at the films

pictured on the various booths. There were a few men wandering

around, too, and I could see them checking Larry out -- and it made

me kind of uncomfortable. But then he stopped in front of a booth

and whispered to me, "This one looks interesting. I'm gonna go

in here. You walk on up the aisle and look at a few others, and

then come back and come in here, too. I'll leave the door

unlatched."

He stepped in and closed the door, and I wandered around a

little. Shortly I came back and went in, and latched the door.

It was very dark until I put some tokens in the slot, but then the

film came on and I could see him standing there. There wasn't much

room, but he had me sit down while he stood against the wall. We

watched the film for a couple minutes, and then he opened his jeans

and pulled his half-hard cock out.

This was wild! I could hear men moving around outside, but

now I knew what he had in mind. I leaned forward and took his dick

into my mouth and started sucking it. It quickly got nice and

hard, and my prick was responding, also. I sucked him for several

minutes.

Then he whispered, "Take your pants down." It was a struggle in

the cramped space, but I did. So he got down on his knees and

started swinging on me, playing with his cock at the same time. I

ignored the film, and just closed my eyes and enjoyed what he was

doing to me. I pictured him dancing naked up on that balcony and

my blood started to boil.

But shortly he told me to stand up. We both did, and he

started to stroke my throbbing cock with his hand. He pulled my

hand down to his dick and we began jerking each other off.

It didn't take long. I whispered, "God, Larry, I'm gonna

cum!"

"Me, too! Just watch out it doesn't splash on our clothes!"

A couple more minutes, and I came! And my cum spurted onto

the wall! It was all I could do to keep from crying out! And

then he moaned quietly and came, too, all over the screen!!

We just stood there for a minute, catching our breath.

Finally I leaned over to his ear and said, "This is crazy, Larry!

But it's certainly exciting."

He kissed me and whispered back, "I know."

I took out my handkerchief and we wiped up as best we could,

and then fixed our clothes. Then we opened the door and left.

As we walked back to the car, I asked him, "That was pretty

wild, Larry. What ever gave you that idea?"

"I don't know. I was horny from dancing, and I knew you were

too, and I didn't want to wait till we got back to the room. It

just came to me."

"Well, it certainly was different."

"I know, and I like to do it different once in a while. But

didn't you ever jerk off in a film booth before?"

"No. I knew guys did that, but I never really wanted to."

"Well, I don't like to fuck around when people are watching,

but I get a rush from doing it when I know someone's near by."

I laughed. "You sure picked the right place."

"I know. But I hate to think about some of the things I used

to do in those booths when I was younger." He had told me how he

used to make money when he was in his teens, by hustling older men,

so I wasn't surprised. But I didn't ask any questions -- if he

wanted to tell me more, he would.

We reached the car and headed back to the motel. When we got

there, we cleaned up some and went right to bed. He was pretty

tired from dancing so he fell asleep right away. It took me a

while, and I lay there thinking about what an incredible night it

had been. But finally I rested my hand on that gorgeous ass of

his, and fell asleep, too.

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It was almost nine when I awoke in the morning. I looked at

Larry but he was still sleeping soundly. I ran my hand lightly

over his stomach and found that his dick was hard, so I slid down

under the sheet and took him into my mouth. I started sucking on it

-- up and down -- up and down. After a bit I was getting pretty

warm, so I flipped the sheet back away from him and got up on my

knees, and looked at his gorgeous body while I sucked him some more.

I kept at it for a good ten minutes; and while he squirmed around

occasionally he still didn't wake up. Finally my mouth got tired

and I gave up.

I went in and took a leisurely shower, and dried off. Then I

got back in bed with him. He was lying on his stomach so I started

massaging his back and shoulders and ass -- I knew he liked that in

the morning. Shortly he groaned and I kept at it. He responded,

"HHHMMMMmmm. That feels so good." I worked on him some more,

carressing his ass cheeks for quite a while.

But finally I slapped his ass lightly. "It's after 10,

Larry, and we have to be out of here by 11."

He rolled over and gave me a big hug, and kissed me. "Okay, if

that's the way you're gonna be." He stood up, with his big dick

bobbing in front of him. "Let me take a quick shower." I dressed

and packed things up while he showered, and when he was ready, we

left.

It was cloudy on the way back, and we drove through a few

showers -- but it was still nice traveling together. We stopped

for something to eat, and stopped at a couple flea markets, since we

are both interested in old junk.

It was after 6 when we got back into town, and I suggested,

"Want to come up to my place for something to eat? We could cook

burgers on the grill."

"Sounds good to me." So we went right up to the house and

fixed some supper.

When we had finished and put things away, Larry gave me a brief

kiss and took my hand. "Come on. Let's go upstairs." I just

went with him.

Up in the bedroom he pushed me gently down onto the bed and lay

down on top of me. Then he gave me a long kiss. "Thanks for a

great weekend, lover. I really enjoyed it."

I kissed him back. "So did I. I was happy to do it."

"This was definitely the best birthday I've had in many years.

But now I want to do something for you." He stood up and began to

remove my clothes. By the time I was naked, my cock was getting

hard. He had me slide down so my ass was at the edge of the bed,

and then he got down on his knees and took my prick in his mouth.

He sucked it good, till it was nice and hard. But then I

pushed his head up and stopped him. He looked at me. "What's the

matter?"

I smiled at him. "Just take your clothes off. I want to

see you naked, too."

He laughed. "Sure." I watched as he quickly stripped his

clothes off -- his cock was hard, too. Then he went back down on

his knees and dove down on my hot cock again. I raised up on

my elbows so I could watch, as my dick slipped in and out of his

tight mouth. God, I loved to watch that!! I ran one hand through

his hair as he sucked me.

I thought about asking him to get up on the bed with me, so we

could both get into it -- but I knew what he wanted to do. So I

just lay there and watched him. "MMMMMmmmmm. You do that so

good."

He couldn't take all of it into his mouth, so he slicked his

hand up with his tongue and then began to stroke me with his hand

and mouth at the same time. I responded, "OOOOOhhhhh! You keep

that up and I'm gonna come!"

He didn't say anything -- he just made it tighter and stroked a

little faster. I groaned loudly and tried to thrust up into his

mouth as the sensations built up inside me -- but he kept with me.

I flopped back onto the bed. "Yeah, Larry!!! Do that!!!"

Faster and tighter!! "YEAH!! I'M GONNA CUM!!" He kept

stroking -- and I came!! I spurted into his mouth -- again --

again -- again! He swallowed quickly and kept stroking.

Finally I made him stop. "OOOHHH!! EASY!!" He knew how

sensitive the head of my cock is right after I cum, so he just held

it in his mouth and sucked the last drops of cum from it.

Then he pulled off, licked his lips, and moved up and kissed

me. "Thanks again."

I grabbed his head in both hands and kissed him back, hard.

"But we're not through yet, lover. Now it's your turn." He just

smiled.

We stood up, and I went over and closed the bedroom door --

there was a full-length mirror there. I had him stand in front of

the mirror while I stood behind him, and I moved up tight against

his back and put my arms around him. We both watched in the mirror

as one hand caressed over his chest and nipples while my other hand

moved down and started playing with his huge prick. I ran my hand

around his stomach and through his hair, and played with his balls.

Then I started stroking him. We watched as he tightened his

muscles and pushed his hot cock into my hand, and I could tell he

was really feeling it.

Then I moved around in front of him and got down on my knees.

I turned him a little so he could see in the mirror, and took his

cock into my mouth. I grabbed his gorgeous ass cheeks in both hands

and pulled his hips towards me, so his cock was fucking my mouth.

He moaned, and raised his hands behind his head and tightened his

muscles, and watched in the mirror. He thrust with his hips to help

me as his hot cock plunged in and out of my mouth. I closed my

eyes and forced my mouth down onto his dick on every stroke, feeling

his cock-head pushing against the back of my throat every time.

He moaned. "OOOHHHH, GOD!!" Then he grabbed the back of my

head and roughly fucked my mouth -- and he came!!! I swallowed

quickly as he spurted into me, over and over, and kept sucking him!

Finally I stopped. He pulled my head against his stomach,

with his softening cock still embedded in my mouth, and we rested.

Then I stood up and kissed him. "Happy birthday, lover --

again." We both laughed.

We flopped down on the bed and lay there, holding hands, while

he had a cigarette. I thought back over the weekend, and finally

told him, "You know, I really loved watching you dance last night.

You were great!"

"Thank you. To be honest, that was a long time ago, and I had

forgotten how much I enjoyed it. When I saw the G-string you gave

me, that was what gave me the idea. But as I told you, the only

reason I did it was for you. I used to do it for the money, but I

don't think I could do that now."

"I'm glad to hear that."

Then he smiled. "But now that you know about it, maybe we can

go back and do it again sometime."

I had to laugh. "Just tell me when."

He was quiet for a few minutes, and then he leaned over and

kissed me. "Even though you're quite a bit older than me, I really

do love you."

"I know -- I can tell. But it's good to hear you say it."

"You've done more for me in the last two years than anyone has

ever done for me in my whole life -- even my parents."

"Well, I'm in love with you, and I want to help you out as much

as I can."

We talked for quite a while, but finally I told him, "It's

getting late. What do you want to do? Go back to your place, or

spend the night here?"

He thought about that briefly, and then kissed me again. "I

really ought to go home, but I'd rather spend the night with you,

and go to sleep with your arms around me."

"I'd like that, too."

"I just have to be at work by 8 in the morning. Can you take

me?"

"Sure."

We went into the bathroom and washed up. Then I set the alarm

clock and we climbed back in bed. I turned the light out and

rolled over to him and kissed him, long and slow. But he finally

broke away. "If you keep that up, we're gonna be ready to go

again."

We both laughed. "I know. We can save it for another time."

I kissed him briefly again. "Goodnight, lover."

"Goodnight. Thanks again for a great birthday."

He rolled over on his side, and I snuggled up against his back

and wrapped my arm around his chest. He pushed his ass back against me,

and we fell asleep.