When I think about it..yech!
I got married at 22 and soon after started to take a week night to go to the striptease joint I knew, about 40 miles north in the big city. My wife said it was okay because she knew I loved watching the girls do their thing on the stage. I had even taken her there several times before we married. She was okay with it because of the prize for her when I returned.
But on this one night, I went in and was immediately approached by an Afro gal who was very aggressive in getting me to buy her a drink. As she pleaded by my stool next to the stage, she had her hand on my penis. Next thing I knew, she had extracted my now hard cock from my pants and was jerking it as she asked 'are you sure you don't want some company?'
Back then it was a pretty good sized cock when she pulled it up, and me with it, to show to the barmaids, and tell them that I still refused to buy her a drink. Well, they caught a good glance of the purple head, at least, as I was near to coming from the experience. Finally, my captor let me sit and took my left hand and put it on her
own penis. SHIT!!! I don't know why, but I started to cum right then. While I was pumping and out of my mind with horniness and lust, I began to stuff my dick back into my pants. It was hard to do, and throbbing with cum.
As I escaped through the door that I had just come in by, my mind was saying 'go back'. But I couldn't.
Now, I'm 61, and am truly thinking of doing it with a man, of my own desire. It's just that one time, when I was fooled thirty-nine years ago, that compels me to give it a thought every now and again. The intensity of that feeling I have never known since....being lifted by my cock and shown to barmaids that I knew, as I was about to spurt my jism all the place.
I still have the strip bar habit, but that bar, across from the train station, Les Gals, has been long closed. My wife and I split not long afterward.