My friend arranged a fun birthday party, but I was the butt of the joke.
About 5 years ago, one of my friends took me to a local strip club for my birthday.
Keith met me at my place, so that I could drink. I should have known something was up when he told me to change into my black soccer shorts and wear them the fun way. I should have known, at the least, something was going on; when he checked to make sure I was commando (particularly strange, since he is straight). But I guess I thought he might have a girl for me to bang or something.
At the club, there was a big reserved table, front and center, right by the stage. This is one of those clubs were some of the strippers take a guy onto the stage and do a lap dance on the stage, for a special birthday or bachelor's party. It was my 23rd birthday and my friends bought me a few drinks.
All of the strippers were hot, but one was so much hotter than the rest. For the occasion, she had on a black thong to cover her mound and sweet round ass. I definitely liked what I was seeing and my approval was showing. When she came down the stairs, my friends whooped and hollered, like crazy and all pointed to me. I got picked and she pulled me on stage. I didn't resist her pulling very much.
She sat me on the chair and must have quickly noticed that I liked what was happening because I was already aware of the tenting as she pushed me on the chair.
I really liked the lap dance and everything was at full attention. There was always one problem with those shorts the leg easily rode up when I got aroused. But she must have kept everyone distracted with her grinding because no one stopped the show.
She rubbed her ass up and down my bulging hard on. With all those guys watching and hooping and whistling, I got really turned on. Them not knowing what was going on turned me on even more. I got pretty worked up. Even though I was only supposed to be sitting there. I was really getting into it and did a little bit of my own gyrating against her ass. The thong slipped some and my head was sliding out between it and her back. She had to have noticed, because I leak gallons of pre.
When I let my head fall back she slid down to a really low position and started grinding hard. I’ve never been the best at holding out in bed as it is, so... I popped. When I sat up some she just looked back, smiled, and kept rubbing against me. I could see the mess I had left on her back and hair.
My cock hadn't even started to go down when she turned around on my lap. To extra call calling and whistling, she started to hug and kiss me and rub her tits against my chest. When she slipped her body down, my leaking, wet cock stood between her tits. She was licking her wet lips seductively. My head was racing and again fell back. This time she stood up as I started to moan. Fully exposing me to the audience, just as I let loose and shot myself in the face.
I did hear a few "holy fuck" and "Jesus Christ" calls. Some guy yelled, "What happened?" Then she pulled me out of the chair, as I was still at full mast. She pulled me through vertical curtains.
She took me to the dressing room, past the other strippers that were standing around back stage. My cock was bouncing from side to side, getting whistles and comments from the passers by.
When we got to her dressing room, there were Magnum condoms waiting.
That night, three guys from work were there too. They were in the upper level, by the wall, from which the stage juts out. One of them told me they weren't sure what they were seeing, as she was bouncing up and down and they couldn’t believe what they saw flying, until she turned around and they saw her "jizzed" back.
Later, I found out that Keith had arranged the whole thing. He was a good friend with the stripper and it was her last few weeks working there. She had told him that she wanted to go out with a bang. Then it hit me, why he had had me to change into the extra tight, just long enough to be legal, spandex soccer shorts before leaving my place. He also knew about me being a one-pump-chump.
There was only problem with the night, word got out at work and there were difficulties because of it. People treated me differently, changing departments/divisions didn't work, word always spread and its been awkward ever since.
Lessons learned:
1) always question straight friends that have strippers as friends.
2) never let a coworker see your schlong.
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