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Daniel and I woke up again at the same time, this time not as late as yesterday. It’s only 11 a.m. We’re pretty much the only ones still in bed. I slip into his bed and just lay next to him, with no urgent need to speak. He slides his arm under my neck and embraces me.
“How are you feeling?” I ask.
“Sore as hell. I can still feel your dick in my ass, and I can feel your loads deep inside me, which I hope I can keep for as long as possible,” Daniel says with a kinky wink.
I smile in satisfaction.
“You were the perfect top. It was intense and relentless pounding, but it was definitely the most satisfying experience I’ve ever had bottoming. I’m usually the top, which I love doing, but having you role-play as a toxic top and me being a sub bottom was so hot,” Daniel explains.
“I’ll have to try it sometime,” I say in an equally sensual tone.
From our beds we can clearly see Tom and Angel having coffee. They look like they’re hurting, and I can tell by their posture they’re very hungover.
As we join them for coffee, the place is mostly empty. There are still guys around, but for the most part we have plenty of privacy.
“I haven’t been this hungover since my sister’s wedding last year,” Tom says.
Angel nods, indicating he too is hungover. Then the two of them, even in their state, start teasing me about my dance before turning to Daniel.
“Yes, of course I got jealous at first, but then I just became proud that my ‘friend with benefits’ was the center of attention and how privileged I am. I get to take him home with me,” Daniel says, still gazing at my face with that puppy-love look.
“We need a power nap before we hit the gym. How about we go back to bed and then get ready so we can be at the gym by noon?” Tom suggests.
I’m not too sleepy, so while everyone heads back to bed and closes their eyes, I reach for my phone.
First I notice I have hundreds of notifications on my X profile. Lots of patrons posted videos of last night and tagged me. After watching a few, I find the official page for the nightclub and see a very high-quality video of me dancing naked for the crowd.
Then I notice today’s flyer, the one with my asshole exposed, the last “d” from “naked” extended to cover my asshole. This post has hundreds of likes and shares. Reading the comments, many are tagging friends and inviting them to come see the show.
Scrolling through their profile, I find videos of their last strip show and spot harness guy performing as a sexy cowboy. I immediately feel stressed. This is a routine that was clearly rehearsed and planned meticulously. At every beat of the first song he strategically moves to the music, building a climax and removing an article of clothing exactly when the audience craves it most.
I refuse to let it intimidate me. I know I’m a natural when it comes to dancing. I just realize I’ll need to plan this carefully and deliver a real show during my opening act. As for the second act, I already have something in mind that I’m sure will please the audience.
I close X and open RentMen, where I have two requests.
The first one reads: “Hi, I’m Kai, a nudist and entrepreneur. I would like to take you to dinner, the opera, and, depending on how we’re feeling, maybe back to my hotel for some fun. I’d pick you up at 6 p.m. this Saturday, and as your profile states, I expect you to be naked the entire evening, as I will be too. I will pay for six hours in advance, and if we both decide to spend more time together, I’ll pay you in cash, doubling your rate, of course.”
The second one reads: “Hi, I’m Dave. I’m a single guy looking for the full boyfriend experience. We can meet at my place tonight at 5:30 p.m., order your favorite takeout, then cuddle up in bed and watch a movie. Sex isn’t expected or important, as long as you make me feel like I’m the one, for the four hours we’re together.”
Knowing I have to take the plunge at some point, I decide to accept both without overthinking it. Besides, they fit my schedule perfectly: tonight I’m due at the bar at 10:30 p.m. for my 11:00 p.m. performance, and Dave lives in this neighborhood around the hostel and the bar.
These two guys seem friendly, very attractive, and low-pressure. We’re looking at a minimum of ten hours, and since I set my hourly rate extra high to test the waters, it’s going to get a lot of money.
I’m most intrigued by Kai. He’s not only very handsome, but the idea that he’s also a nudist, and clearly wealthy (that private-jet profile photo doesn’t lie), is exciting. I’ve never been to the opera before. Hell, I’m still impressed by the water pressure at this hostel compared to how I grew up. What will going to the opera even be like, I wonder. Without Kai, I’d probably never get to experience it.
Twenty minutes before noon the four of us head to the showers simultaneously, and to our surprise Tom is shirtless and only wearing the board shorts he had on this morning. He is carrying two towels and his duffel bag. No need for me to say it. Angel, Daniel, and I are naked and have been since last night; however, I am the only one not carrying a towel since I haven’t had a chance to buy one.
We can’t help but cheer Tom on, which makes him feel apprehensive, and he says that he feels great making progress but does not want us nor Angel to push him further until he is ready.
After showering and sharing Daniel’s towel, I put on my white compression shorts with mesh string. Since I was not fully dry due to Daniel’s used towel, my shorts become completely see-through. I figure they will dry as soon as we hit the hot street. Daniel is in another pair of short shorts, and to my surprise, Angel walks out in white compression shorts which are thinner, shorter, and more revealing than mine by a long shot. I need to get Angel to show me where he shops. Tom, to my surprise, is in baggy basketball shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt.
I must admit I am impressed with Tom’s progress; however, I am also impressed with his physique. The shorts, although not very revealing, do reveal a pretty big swinging dick since I am sure he is wearing dad boxers which do nothing to conceal his junk, and the shirt reveals a muscular set of arms and a well-defined physique.
Once at the gym:
“Gentlemen, you guys never fail to impress me. I do not know why I even bother with rules when they are clearly not working. Three of you are practically naked even though you are not breaking any of my rules,” the owner says as he welcomes us in the gym’s reception area.
Nervous he is going to implement some rules which will make us cover more, we look at him intently. I am the most nervous.
“Even though I am one block away from officially being in the gay neighborhood, I am still the only gym around here and most of my patrons are gay men. Since you guys started coming here I have gotten more new members, and some of the new and existing members are choosing more revealing clothing and are going shirtless,” the owner shares with us.
“I have not had a woman sign up in months, so I am thinking of making this an official male-only gym. Also, if I continue to get as many new members as I have been getting in the past week, I may be able to make some upgrades and would love to tear down the women’s locker room and make one big men’s locker room with sauna, steam room, hot tub, and I have been hearing great things about a cold plunge,” the owner continues.
“If it is men-only, why not tear down the men’s locker room as well and make it one big bright open space?” I say as I imagine showering or walking around naked in the new locker section with all gym-goers being able to see me. My dick chubs up, which becomes quite obvious through my damp shorts.
“You should consider making this a clothing-optional gym,” Daniel says, to my surprise, taking the exact words right out of my mouth.
“Would you guys work out naked?” the owner asks, genuinely interested.
“I can only speak for three of us; however, there are lots of benefits to working out naked. I would be happy to email you the list,” Daniel says.
As we walk in, I cross the entryway. I can clearly make out the owner is hard as a rock and his mind is racing. I can also feel his stare directed at, probably, Angel, who on this occasion has beaten Daniel and me by wearing the most revealing outfit.
After our usual gym workout, we hit the empty multipurpose room. At this time I tell the guys I am nervous about tonight and feel I need to come up with a routine for my first act. I show them the video of harness guy as a cowboy, and I realize I need to put on an elaborate show. I explain I am a natural dancer but have never really choreographed a number. Besides, I am responsible for providing my setlist, and even though I love dancing and music, I am not too familiar with song names.
Tom comes to my rescue, saying he is a music lover and amateur DJ. Connecting via Bluetooth to the multipurpose room’s speaker, he starts giving me great current options, then takes note of the set list which will last exactly twenty minutes, managing to keep the upbeat songs up front for me to strip and then slower, more sensual songs for when I will be naked.
“I was the only male cheerleader in high school,” Angel says.
“I am a natural at picking up choreography and choreographed most of our routines,” he continues.
“Even though I was the only male cheerleader, I was not bullied since I was very masculine, so the school never really thought of me as the gay guy. I also choreographed most of the numbers, which won us state-wide competitions,” he continues.
Without giving us much of a choice, he asks Tom if he is ready with the set list. Tom nods. At this point Angel asks him to start at the top and takes over. The three of us follow. To my surprise Tom is a great dancer who moves flawlessly and does not appear to have any problems keeping up with Angel. Looking at the four of us in the mirror, I feel we are ready for a four-person strip show.
After I explain to Angel all the clothing I will have on, he takes that into consideration as he simulates removing every article of clothing to the beat of the music, from my bullet-proof vest down to me bending over to take down my string. Tom looks to be having a great time.
After only one hour Angel has provided me with a full number which seems quite impressive, even to the level of harness guy, if not better.
After our abs, we hit the showers and are happy to see Tom keep up with his routine comfortably. After showering, Angel puts on a different pair of equally revealing compression shorts, shirtless; Daniel is in his uniform, shirtless; and I have brought a see-through mesh string which I am having second thoughts about wearing. Opting out of it, I decide to go naked. I will just cover up with my gym bag while exiting. Tom is in cargo shorts and a sleeveless shirt for the second time in a row.
The four of us step out, headed toward the bar for a much-needed lunch.
Nobody, from the staff to the owner, is surprised to see me naked, and in all honesty, compared to Daniel and Angel it doesn’t seem like a big deal. The owner once again makes his way to our table while we are finishing our lunch and hands me a thick yellow envelope full of hundreds.
“This is a bonus. I have never seen a Thursday night like the one I saw yesterday, and we are sold out for tonight. Lunch is on me,” the owner continues, then heads for his office seeming so happy with the numbers.
Once back at the hostel the guys take a nap, then start making dinner plans, which is when I reveal I have an escort service tonight and will be having dinner with my client.
“We will not be having sex. In fact he just wants me to pretend to be his boyfriend for four hours, and I will be thinking of you the entire time,” I turn to look at Daniel as I give him a kiss on the lips.
While Daniel and Tom go back to sleep, I ask Angel to come with me to the bar, where I find the stage manager who had guided me through the club the previous night and ask for the cop uniform. Getting back to the hostel, I ask Angel if he would mind putting it on and rehearsing with me for another hour upstairs before my escorting service. Angel does not mind. He puts on my mesh string followed by the uniform, and we put on the playlist.
To my surprise the routine is perfect and doesn’t need many tweaks. After I see Angel doing it while stripping to the music, I take over, and even though Angel has a few notes, I am able to go over it about three times till he agrees it is perfect. I am blown away seeing Angel’s perfect body as he strips down to full nudity in such a seductive way and cannot help but get hard right in front of him. To my surprise he doesn’t make a big fuss; on the contrary, he seems very proud of the choreography.
I thank Angel with a big hug, my hard dick unintentionally rubbing up against his leg. I ask him to get some rest, and he says he is looking forward to seeing me perform.
“You will be there?” I ask.
“I have never missed watching my choreography on stage,” he says.
I continue thanking him and ask him to take my cop uniform to the bar, since I have a prior naked-only engagement, before running to the showers to make sure I am completely clean for my first escorting service.
After Dave has paid for the four hours as a result of me accepting the proposal, the app reveals our contact information, and he texts me his location. Just as I had thought, he is a block away from the hostel and a block away from the bar. I finish brushing my teeth and combing my hair. Looking at the hostel at 4:45 p.m., there are plenty of men napping, including Tom, Daniel, and Angel, who are fast asleep.
Opting out of clothes completely until gym time tomorrow, with the exception of my cop uniform tonight, I walk over to Dave’s building naked. After Dave buzzes me into the building, I take the elevator and find his apartment. Ringing the doorbell, a very handsome Dave opens the door. He is even more handsome in person than on his RentMen account.
“Why are you naked?” Dave whispers, seeming shocked.
“My profile name is ‘Naked Derrick’ and my bio states I am a nudist exhibitionist. Under my rules I state that I am not willing to wear any article of clothing during the entire session regardless of the occasion, even if it’s only you and me, as you described in your message, or a group of people,” I politely explain.
“I am sorry, I did not read in detail. Your face is the exact image I have fantasized my boyfriend would look like since I was a kid, and that is all I focused on. To be honest I have felt butterflies in my stomach all day. I have a gay couple sitting at my dining-room table expecting to meet my boyfriend. The three of us are not only fully clothed but dressed up for dinner,” Dave says, sounding a bit overwhelmed and nervous.
“Can I lend you some clothes for you to meet my friends as I introduce you as my boyfriend?” Dave desperately asks.
“I am sorry, baby, I do not like to wear clothing and refuse to do so unless absolutely necessary. You can cancel and get a refund, or if you wish to make things less awkward you can go nude with me and introduce me as your nudist boyfriend,” I say, trying to offer some options.
Gears turning, Dave says he is not a nudist nor is he shy being naked; however, he feels uncomfortable with his closest friends seeing his entire body, even though I aggressively begin complimenting his good looks and beautiful physique.
“I would be comfortable if you just introduced me as your nudist boyfriend. The truth is always best. I am your boyfriend for the next four hours and I am a nudist. I would not be embarrassed being naked in front of you and your friends, so why should you? Besides, it would be less embarrassing than telling them your boyfriend stood you up,” I politely suggest.
He seems pretty nervous but agrees it is the best option. As he turns away to begin walking toward the dining room, I grab him by his belt, pull him back toward me, and ask him where he thinks he is going.
I grab his body and rotate it so he is standing right in front of me, my lips an inch away from his lips. I whisper, “I expect my boyfriend to welcome me home with a kiss.” Running my left hand from his neck down toward his lower back sensually and using my right hand to squeeze his ass cheek, I push him closer and we begin making out.
He fully embraces me in a hug, making sure my body is as close to his as possible. This is a nice gesture. I would have imagined he would have reached for my ass or my penis. This guy seems like perfect boyfriend material. I would totally date him if I wasn’t a sex worker or in some type of situationship already. Besides, he is a great kisser. After we are able to break free from this make-out session that went on longer than intended, he apologizes for being a bad boyfriend.
“It’s okay, my love. You know I love you anyway,” I say, trying to sound as sincere as possible.
I can see this takes him by surprise, but I am committed to giving him the full boyfriend experience he desires.
Walking into the lovely dining room, I see two handsome older men sipping wine. They do a great job concealing their surprise as Dave and I walk in, and then he introduces me as his nudist boyfriend.
After Dave introduces me to Charles and Jerry, they seem very friendly and make eye contact with me the entire time. Having previously texted Dave about being down for anything that was healthy, the guys comment on how grilled chicken and vegetables were not what they had in mind for a Friday night dinner; however, since I like eating healthy and I am so pleasant, they do not mind accommodating me.
“Dave, I guess we have never told you, but Jerry has a nudist streak. Not only is he mostly naked at home, but we vacation at a gay nude beach in Spain a couple of times a year. Jerry is the nudist, but I do not mind joining him. If you think of it, it is pretty natural. Actually, if you wouldn’t mind, we would not have any problem getting rid of our clothes and making Derrick more comfortable,” Charles offers.
Dave jumps in: “Derrick is very comfortable naked, and since I am not a nudist he is used to being the only one naked around me. I don’t think he minds, and if I may be honest I would probably get a little uncomfortable if the three of us got naked.”
Once we are settled for dinner, Dave seems more relaxed. The past few minutes had really put a strain on him, including playing host and serving drinks and the takeout. As dinner is served, the nude talk gets out of the way, and the four of us seem comfortable. Charles speaks: “So how and when did you guys meet?”
“Fuck!!” I think. The entire time we spent arguing about me being naked by the door was the time Dave should have filled me in on our story. I can feel him panicking as he realizes he forgot to give me our backstory; however, his poker face is amazing.
“I was at a busy coffee shop near my school hoping to get some breakfast and coffee. When my name was called I realized the place was full, and to my surprise I saw Dave sitting alone at a table for two. When I saw his face I was taken aback. His face is the exact same face I have always fantasized would be my boyfriend someday ever since I can remember. I mustered up the courage and asked him if he would not mind if I sat with him,” I reply.
Charles and Jerry are entranced. Even though I have left out a bunch of crucial details, I have managed to speak to their hearts, and then when I begin finishing my story of us hitting it off right away, I become very physical in an effort to really bring the story home.
To my surprise Dave’s body language and the way he touches me secretly communicate to me that I am doing good. Satisfied, they start asking everything about me, which I answer truthfully, of course, summing up all of my jobs as “work from home.” As dinner comes to a close, Charles and Jerry prepare to leave, not before aggressively complimenting the both of us on a beautiful relationship and, of course, letting me know they are looking forward to seeing me again.
Once the door is closed, Dave’s adrenaline is through the roof. I can tell he cannot believe everything worked out and how his friends are so happy for him. I instantly took him into my arms and told him, “We make a great team, boyfriend.”
Dave takes me into his bedroom where I cuddle him. I am bigger than him, so I am able to spoon him. I clearly see him reacting. He has probably never felt these feelings before. As I had expected, and with the win we took earlier, he is more confident to explore my body, reaching for not only my cock and ass but caressing my chest and thighs sensually.
I tell him I am verse and we can spend the next two hours having sex. I go over the list of things we can do: “I can fuck you, suck your dick, eat your ass, have you fuck me.” Anything you want, my love. You know boyfriends normally have sex.
“I appreciate this, but for today I just want you to cuddle me and tell me you love me,” Dave says.
I obligue.
Once the time for me to leave approaches, I turn him to look at me, our legs still entangled.
“You are an extremely handsome guy. You do not need to pay for me. If I was not a sex worker I would date you in a heartbeat,” I speak.
“I will be more than happy to help you find a real boyfriend, and I am sure some of my friends will be interested in you,” I say earnestly.
“This has been the most romantic night of my life. I cannot believe you are so comfortable naked and you are more beautiful than your pictures online, not only that, but you are probably more beautiful on the inside. I can look at you all day. Not only that, but you are so smart, and I would like to do this again,” Dave says.
I had never been called smart before, which makes me lean forward and make the most of our remaining time kissing Dave. “You don’t mind if I stay an extra forty minutes? I have to be somewhere at 10:30 p.m. and it is only a block away from here. I can go back home too, but I prefer spending it with my boyfriend.”
Dave does not answer. Surprised, he just continues to alternate between complimenting a specific part of my body, complimenting my personality, and kissing me.
Curious to know about my engagement, he asks, and I can see he immediately regrets it, expecting me to say another client, which he would not like to hear. However, I reply with the name of the bar.
“Oh my God, you are Naked Derrick from the gay nightclub flyer! I can’t believe I missed this. Me and my single friends are headed to the bar tonight. We were unable to buy tickets in time; however, we hope we can get in,” Dave says.
“You come in with me and I am sure I can get you guys in. How many of you are there?” I ask.
“Only four,” Dave says.
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Getting ready for the nightclub, he begins parading in several outfits, which I really like. He is also not shy about stripping down to his Calvin Kleins. He wants me to choose one; however, I am not as fashion-forward as Angel is. Dave is so beautiful it really doesn’t matter what he wears. He is gorgeous. I end up choosing the outfit he likes the least; however, he is so smitten with me he does what I say anyway.
We finally begin heading toward the nightclub, and right as we are almost at the door his three friends meet us. With our date long done, he no longer introduces me as his boyfriend; however, he introduces me as tonight’s performer and says I may be able to get them in. Confused by my nudity, the guys just follow us past the line of people getting in as I guide them toward the back where the stage manager is waiting for me.
“Can you please get my friends in?” I ask.
“Yes, Derrick, don’t worry,” the stage manager says.
Before I go inside the nightclub I embrace Dave and tell him I am so happy I got to meet him and even though he can book me anytime, I think he deserves the real thing. I promise to introduce him to some of my friends, and even though I know this is bad business practice, since Dave would probably become a regular, I really want to see him succeed in his goal of having a boyfriend.
Walking into the dressing room, one of the strippers I have not met yet is blowing harness guy; the other stripper I have not met either is doing push-ups and then jacking off.
Harness guy approaches me, introduces me to the other two strippers, and says, “As a team we have all decided to perform down to full nudity, which is why we are getting hard. Knowing you will be stripping to full nudity we have no choice, and we are a team. Do you need a blow job, ND?”
“Sure, either that or a hand job,” I say.
Within seconds harness guy drops to his knees and engulfs my entire shaft down his throat. Once my dick is hard he puts on a clear cock ring. He says it is great to push my balls forward and keep my dick hard throughout my performance. While I am checking out how much bigger my dick and balls look in the mirror, my cop uniform is brought into the room.
Without speaking a word the MC runs in and starts rubbing my entire body with oil while harness guy continues to diligently suck on my dick. After rubbing the oil, the MC begins putting on my clothing, from my string to my uniform. Once I am fully dressed the cop persona takes over me. Harness starts asking me to jump up and down to get my energy up. As the energy is quite frantic in the room, the stage manager rushes in and grabs me by the hand. As we are walking toward the stage I can clearly hear the first song on my set list start to play. I am neither nervous nor shy. On the contrary, I am ready for the stage.
The 300-person audience cheers, and I manage to kill the choreography Angel set for me. The cop outfit really does put me in the mood, and my cock is still hard as a rock. Because of the choreography, every time I remove an item of clothing the audience cheers. As planned, it takes about seven minutes for me to get down to my string, then about five more to remove it.
Once I am completely naked, the next eight minutes are more about me moving along to the music and doing classic stripper moves, which earn a cheer from the crowd every time. I work the entire edge of the stage with my dick in my hand, making sure everyone gets a close look at my hard cock. When my show is finally over I bow, then bend over with my ass to the crowd, push my dick and balls behind my legs, close my legs, and spread my cheeks with my hands. The crowd goes wild, and then the spotlight goes black. Using some type of tool I can see the stage manager collecting bills that cover the floor as well as my uniform. As he escorts me backstage he hands me a clear bag full of 5s, 10s, and even 20s.
Going backstage, the next stripper is jumping up and down trying to get into the mood. I high-five him before saying, “It’s a great crowd tonight, bro. Go get it.”
I had not noticed, but we have a 32-inch TV that is playing in real time; it appears to be a surveillance camera that looks directly at the stage. I know it is 32 inches because it is the exact one me and Dad had back home in our living room. The guys compliment me on a great show and thank me for getting the crowd so excited, and the three of us are locked into the feed. I see the stripper I had not been introduced to killing it as a fireman, and I see he is getting lots of tips as well since the crowd is pretty wild.
Taking a look at the live video I get a real good look at the layout of the entire bar and where the crowd is. I am now noticing things I had not noticed performing, since the adrenaline took over and the spotlight was blinding.
While one stripper is performing I get to know the other two, and by the time the last stripper comes back we are all on a first-name basis. There is a 10-minute break where the MC hypes up the crowd. I will go put on a second twenty-minute show; on this occasion there is no choreography nor uniform. I will simply go out naked and work the crowd before being joined by the other three strippers for ten more minutes.
“We all went down to full nudity tonight and got the most tips, even more so than on nights when there is a porn star performing,” harness guy speaks. “When we join you we will be joining you naked and think it would be a good idea for us to interact with the audience for five minutes, then maybe, if you are down, we can interact with each other,” harness guy continues.
“I am down. Since the flyer that filled this place was of my asshole, I suggest we make it part of the show,” I say.
“How about you get on all fours with your side to the crowd and then the three of us alternate, one rimming you, one on his back on the floor blowing you, and the other one with his dick in your mouth?” harness guy proposes a bit shyly.
To his surprise I confidently agree. I also add that while the MC asks the audience to cheer for us individually, reminding them of our stage names, we should bow the way I had done in my first performance, remaining that way until all four of us are in that position and the spotlight goes dark. The guys agree.
It is not long before the stage manager escorts me to the stage for my second solo twenty-minute performance. Even though this is another set list Tom prepared for me, which consists of mostly slow and sexy songs, I do not have a choreographed number, as I am just expected to interact with the crowd and perform freestyle.
Once the spotlight is turned on I notice a chair in the middle of the stage pointed toward the audience. I push the chair forward as close to the audience as possible. I casually sit down with my legs spread open as I play with my hard cock and flex my arms and chest. Even though I can hardly see the audience because my eyes are not used to the spotlight, I focus on my expression. With no big performance expected, I can use my face to make the audience take this performance more intimately.
After a while of this, and with a big smile on my face, I stand and sit back down, this time my ass pointed toward the audience. My ass pointed out, I use my hands to spank and casually spread my cheeks more. Through my peripheral vision I can see bills begin continuously being thrown on the stage. I can tell the audience is liking it, so I stand up and slowly begin spreading my legs, aiming to slowly end up in the splits position. Every time I go lower I can hear the crowd cheering. I turn back to look at them with a giant smile before dropping the last foot or so until I am fully in the splits position with my back to the audience. Again my back is arched, causing my ass and hole to be more exposed.
During this occasion the crowd continues to go wild, even more so than ever. By now I can feel hands exploring my body and there is more money being thrown on stage. I reach down to push my penis and balls down so it is visible from behind along with my taint and asshole.
Getting up, I turn around and look at the audience again with a giant smile. I sensually drop down to a push-up position, placing one hand behind my head. I begin humping the stage. I lift up my ass, then I bring my cock down until it is almost touching the floor. After this I get on all fours again, pushing my dick down so it is in full view.
Judging by the playlist I feel I am halfway through. Having noticed stairs off to one side of the stage through the live feed, I make my way to the other end of the stage and let the audience grope my dick, balls, and legs as I casually make my way toward the stairs. On some occasions squatting down to let audience members touch my abs, chest, and arms.
When I begin walking down the stairs off stage, the spotlight is following me. I signal the audience members to back off, creating a small intimate circle around me. The audience is entranced. They are willing to do what I say peacefully, and of course I can see the stage manager and bouncers directing the audience and keeping a careful eye on what is unfolding.
I walk around the entire circle, letting everyone in the first row fully grope me as they wish, some of them stroking me. I even take the time with a couple of audience members who allow me to touch them as well. Once I have completed going around, I sensually lie down on my back, my legs toward the audience members, and slowly begin lifting them up.
The crowd goes silent as my legs are all the way up and open. Taking a few seconds to let them take this in, I begin flexing my legs further up. I sensually place my hands on my ass and begin slowly caressing my hamstrings. Once my hands reach the back of my knees, I abruptly propel my legs further back by lifting my lower back off the floor until I have both of my boots next to my head. My elbows lock my legs in their place. Reaching for my dick I begin stroking, and I use my other free hand to begin massaging my hole.
The crowd, who had been completely silent, gasps. Money begins to rain on top of me, and then I raise my head toward them, smiling and making eye contact with a few as I single them with my hand to approach me. Respectfully, one or two at a time come in and caress my body, mostly focused on my hole, dick, and abs, leaving me money. I can see the bouncers and stage manager doing their best to collect all the money that is being thrown at me.
When I had lifted my head I had noticed the men who were not near me were glued to all of the big-screen TVs scattered throughout the bar, which I had noticed from the changing room were broadcasting the live feed. The place I had decided to lie down was strategically the focal point of the cameras. I am disappointed I had not seen anybody I knew close to me; however, I do recognize two out of three of Dave’s friends, both of whom had tipped me generously and had groped me.
Recognizing my time is over, I go back up to the stage as the place goes dark momentarily while the three dancers get into position. As agreed, we each work the crowd, letting all the men grope and tip us while we play with our hard dicks. After about five minutes harness looks at me, and, not getting too far away from the audience, I get on all fours as we had discussed. The three men get to work on my body. With a dick constantly in my mouth I cannot see anything, but I can hear the audience cheering.
Once we are done we line up. I am first in the lineup, and when the MC speaks, “Give it up for our very own Naked Derrick,” the crowd goes wild, and as we had discussed I take my signature pose: bent over, ass to the crowd. The rest of the guys get pretty equal cheers from the crowd before the lights go out and we are escorted to our dressing room.
The open showers only have two heads, so we take turns as the four of us try winding down. Adrenaline still palpable, the guys cannot hold back their excitement with our individual lockers filled with bags of money. Even though my money takes up two lockers, the guys admit they are rarely able to fill one bag on a good night. After showering I awkwardly stand there air-drying since I do not have a towel, as the guys immediately begin getting dressed. The three men kiss and hug me goodbye, thanking me for being such a good sport, filling the place, and getting the crowd so rattled up during my first performance, which they also compliment as they begin heading out.
Reaching for my phone I have a text from Tom letting me know where they are and congratulating me on the performance. Angel, Tom, and some other guys I assume they have just met are sitting at a booth, and I am able to join them. On this occasion it is not too late, and I join them for a drink. This time I try catching up to them. Even though I am naked I am pretty concealed with the booth, and being shirtless is not a big deal since Angel is shirtless along with a lot of other men who, after the show, have flooded the dance floor.
Guys respectfully approach me offering to pay for my drink, which I accept. I am flirty even though most of them are trying to pick me up. I enjoy the attention and play along. Even though I get free drinks as an employee anyway, every payment goes toward our table.
Daniel must have been assigned to a different area of the big bar, so I do not see him. On top of that I had noticed most bartenders and waiters are shirtless, so he is difficult to spot. When guys are not hitting on me I look around, and the only person I manage to see at a table nearby is Dave, who seems a bit off, like he is there but his mind is not present. When he feels my stare he looks up directly into my eyes, smiles, and waves at me. I wave back with a big smile before Tom begins talking to me, and I wave goodbye, blowing him a kiss.
Ten minutes before the 2 a.m. closing time, Tom gets his bill, which to his surprise does not have a balance due. On the contrary, it is a credit valid toward future food and drinks, thanks to all the drinks men had bought for me.
Standing outside the bar in our usual area, Daniel eventually joins Tom, Angel, and me. On this occasion I am pretty wasted but not blacked out. Daniel decides the best course of action is to get an Uber to drive us two blocks, as he is unable to handle the three of us. I have pretty much forgotten about the strip show and am thinking of the great time I had with Tom and Angel during the past couple of hours, and in my drunken state I am telling them how much I love them, the usual drunk talk with good friends.
Before I know it, Daniel has tucked Tom and Angel into bed, grabbed a wine bottle, and escorted me upstairs. I go on and on about how much I have missed him. As he begins drinking we have a long talk. He says today was a lot harder for him than the previous night and the escorting service had really affected him. I can see he speaks passionately and is close to tears. This situation with Daniel really affects me and causes me to sober up a bit, since I have not yet had a sip of wine.
Even though I promise nothing happened, I confess today is only the beginning of what my life is going to look like. Then out of nowhere I get emotional, and even though I would have never brought this up sober, I tell him I am doing it all for my dad and my brother, who I am going to be responsible for taking care of eventually.
Even though not entirely convinced, Daniel seems to back off a bit and begins telling me he understands and he knows our journey is not going to be easy. Embracing me, he says his jealousy could easily be fixed with my dick in his mouth and ass.
As he begins blowing me, my dick has been through enough today and I am still pretty wasted and really tired. I have worked out, rehearsed for a couple of hours, and then the performance really took its toll on my body. I have not napped as much as Daniel.
“Today is my turn to be your dick pig,” I say playfully.
Straddling his face in a 69 position for him to rim me, I diligently begin blowing his dick. He then pounds my asshole for hours in every position, we see the sun rising.
“Go grab a couple of blankets and pillows from our beds and let’s go to sleep here together and embraced, my love,” I say.
Once we are settled in I speak: “Knowing you will probably be awake before me tomorrow, I want you to fuck me awake. Don’t move me, talk to me, or try to wake me up. Just slam your huge dick up my ass while I am still asleep.” Noticing he has a confused look on his face, I say, “Will you do this, or do you want me to beg?”
“Yes, baby, I’ll fuck you awake,” he says as we slowly doze off to sleep, completely embraced.
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