Taken by a Dick Dancer

 I was in Washington and managed to sneak away Friday evening to the Follies, a private club featuring (among other things) a huge porno theatre. I arrived to find only three other patrons in the theatre (all 50-something and out of shape) and a live show in progress. I sat in the next-to-last row, so there was one patron in front and to the right of me, and one patron behind and to the left of me. The third guy was way in the front of the theatre. On stage the dancer had already stripped down completely to his socks and was gyrating his goodlooking body for the pleasure of the four of us. The dancer was ~6', lean and hard-bodied, and already had an impressive half-hard bobbing as he moved. He left the stage, moved to the patron in the front, and straddled his lap, continuing to move to the music. After a minute or so, he hunched down really close to the guy, and I couldn't really see what was going on. Then he got up and moved to the patron in front of me, and again, straddled the guy's seat, all the while continuing to move his body. Now I got a close-up view of the boy. He had short, dirty-blond hair, a good-looking "pretty" face, and a lean, smoothe body. The only noticeable body hair at this distance (perhaps 10') was under the kid's arms and trimmed short around his dick. His dick was a beauty- ~7", now completely hard, and curved upwards sharply- a thick, sickle-shaped probe ending in a much smaller, hoodless head. The patron had one hand in his own lap, and with the other appeared to be touching the kid's legs. (Again, the kid hunkered down, and though there appeared to be quite a bit of body contact between dancer and patron, it was hard to see exactly what was going on- even from one row back.) After several minutes, the kid left the man in front of me and moved to my row. Though I had not yet touched myself at all, there was quite a bit of firmness in my briefs in anticipation of the impending lap dance. As the kid straddled my lap, stood over me and began to dance, I had at last a close-up view. He was indeed a pretty boy- not gym-toned, but very hard-bodied, and with a horned-up and lust-filled expression on his pretty face. His curved dick was beautifully engorged and swayed lightly with each move of his body. Although his chest and abs were smoothe and hairless, I could see now that, in addition to his underarms and trimmed pubic bush, the kid had light, downy blond hair up and down his muscular legs. I was enjoying his naked legs rubbing against my outer pants legs as he moved his body. The dancer spoke to me over the loud music, "Hi, I'm Will". He smiled. "Jack" I replied. Though still standing erect, he moved his arms from the chair back to my shoulders, now gently massaging them as he danced for me. "Is it okay to touch you?", I asked naively, aware even in my relative inexperience with dick-dancers that some places prohibit such contact. The kid laughed lightly and nodded, and in response I reached up to his shoulders, and began exploring his upper arms, and torso. His hard body was delightful to the touch. As with the other patrons, he now squatted down into my lap at closer range. To my delight and surprise, I felt his fingers first kneading my near-hard dick and then unbuttoning my 501s. For my part I moved my hands to his tight pecs and hard, hairless abs, gently exploring as I went. While rubbing my cock and balls with one hand, with the other he unbuckled my belt, unzipped and pulled down my pants, and eventually pulled down my briefs. Then to my surprise, he scooted down into my lap, put our dicks together and began a cock-to-cock stroke-off that caused me to moan. "Damn, that's hot" I whispered loudly to him. He nodded languidly, pursued his lips in an impassioned smile, and pushed his body into me so that his boynips were at my mouth level. As I wrapped both arms around his back and shoulders, I gently kissed and licked first one nipple, and then the other. "Go ahead", he encouraged, "You can be rougher on them...you're not going to hurt them". I began nibbling, and they immediately became super-erect. "Yeah, that's it", he responded, pulling my head into his chest with his left hand, and all the while continuing the cock-to-cock jackoff with his right. After several cool minutes of this, he left me and moved to the guy in the back row. (Now at this point, I was already thinking the $16 admission charge MORE than worth the little encounter I had just had, let alone anything to follow. But my time with Will was not yet up as it turns out...) While he danced for the guy behind me, I surveyed my own lap. My pants and underwear were pulled down below my hips, and my prick was furiously HARD and ready for relief. I declined to frig it however, waiting to see what might happen next. When Will was done with the guy behind me, he returned to the dancer in the front of the theatre, and repeated his m.o. all over again. After several minutes with the guy in the front of the theatre, he returned to the guy in front of me. And again, I was filled with anticipation. However, to my surprise and disappointment, when Will was done with the guy on the row in front of me, he skipped me and moved to the guy behind me! : - ( Still not sure what was up, I just remained in my seat and contemplated this change in his progression. But when the dancer was done with the guy behind me, he returned to me. Although my dick had softened just a bit, my hands were hungry for the boy, and I wasted no time exploring him. I fisted his fat, curved cock with one hand while I explored his upper body with my other. Although his dick was artificially lubed as well, he was now leaking pre-cum heavily, and I was using it to gently stroke his magnificent boybone. I was hard again almost immediately. When he huddled down in my lap again and again resumed his delightful cock-to-cock stroking of our dicks together, I tried to kiss him. In response he pulled his head away abruptly, but grabbed my head and brought it roughly to his left pec. I gently nibbled the nipple, and he again exhorted me, "Go ahead...you're not going to hurt me". So I bit a bit harder and he moaned loudly and stroked my neck. When I pulled away for a view, I could see that his nipples were rockhard in response. I returned to working them both over with my mouth and hands, all the while enjoying the sensational cock-to-cock jack action of Will's right hand. He was breathing hard now, and despite his being a 'pro' at this, it suddenly hit me with amazement and amuesment that this hot 20yo kid is REALLY turned on to me! : - O Then, to my surprise, he lets our dicks go, and moves up and first away, then abruptly towards me, my dick now poking out painfully into the area behind his scrotum as he lowers his body in jabbing motions. As his dick is now almost at my mouth level, I first think he is inviting me to suck him off, but he has something else in mind: Before I can protest in any way and without even using his hands, his sphincter suddenly locates my dick, and he sits all the way down on it in one swift, move. He has IMPALED himself on my dick! : - O He leans back a bit, and then gently begins to rock up and down. as he strokes my head and neck with one hand, with the other he begins unbuttoning my shirt. Once that's done, he lifts the front of my t-shirt up and over my head. He groans when he sees my hairy chest and abs, and then moved his body into mine, hugging me tightly. I return his hug and am aware of his hard dick grinding into my stomach as he continues to gently fuck my dick with his boyhole. We last this way for perhaps 20 seconds and then he again backs his chest away from mine. I give his hard cock a couple of quick strokes, and then play with his balls as he resumes pounding his prick rapidly. He is breathing really heavily now and his beautiful face is contorted in concentration, his eyes tightly closed. Suddenly, I feel the muscles of his asshole contract rapidly around my dick deep in his gut, and he is shooting rapid volleys of boycream across my chest. "Fuck, yeah..." I encourage him as he shoots. As soon as he has milked the last of his load from his sickle-shaped stick, he hugs me tightly, his juice now shared across our chests. He whispers to me, "Sorry about the mess". "NO PROBLEM", I reassure him enthusiastically, amused with his apology. He stands up, says, "Thanks; I really needed that", and then he is gone. I bring myself off much later in one of the darkroom cubbyholes behind the theatre. Several men are handling my upper body with their hands, but in my mind's eye, I picture Will scumming up my chest with his nutcream, his hot hole all the while clutching at my dick impaled deeply in his ass.