Steve walked into his local village pub, the warmth immediately hitting him after the cool air outside. The bustle of the pub, a hubbub of voice hit him as well, the pub was busy this Friday night. Luckily there was no queue at the bar, and after buying a pint he spotted his friends Chris and Stew sitting at a table off to one side. He stated to head to towards them as a shriek pierced the air. Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw a party of about 8 women sat round the large table, all clearly enjoying themselves.
"Evening," he greeted his friends, who he'd known since school, getting equally cordial greetings back.
"What's going on up there?" he asked, taking the spare seat, which was facing the group of ladies.
"Hen do," Stew replied, "they've been up at the outdoor activity place at the Heath's and having some here before heading to town."
"And you know that how?" Steve asked, knowing that Stew, a happily married man with one kid, wouldn't have been the type to go chatting to a bunch of raucous ladies.
"The barman told us," Chris, equally quiet, and equally married, answered for him.
"So much for a quite night in the pub then," Steve laughed.
"Maybe you should go chat to them," Stew said. Steve had been single for a while, and so the suggestion wasn't without merit.
"Maybe if I get one of them on their own, but I'm not heading over to a group of 8 drunk women just yet," Steve laughed. He was also pretty reserved, and they all knew nothing would happen.
They settled into companionable chatter, discussing the latest news and sports, generally comfortable with each other's company. All of a sudden, in walked a fireman and headed towards the hen do.
"Where's the fire?" Stew asked naïvely.
"Come on," Steve laughed, "Really? That's the stripper."
"Ohhhh," Stew replied, as the stripper approached the table. The locals seemed to look on with distain, but cheering erupted from the girl's table, and then music started to play. Facing the table Steve saw the guy, who was maybe 6-foot-tall start to dance, but then tuned out and refocused on their conversation.
The cheering continued, and one rather large cheer caused him to look up. The guy was topless now, and as he moved; Steve could make out the well-defined shoulder muscles pulsing under his skin as he moved. The tanned body was well built, arms muscular without being obscene. Not an ounce of fat showed at his waist, and as he twirled for the ladies, Steve could make out a clear 6 pack.
Without being too obvious, Steve started to pay more attention. What none of his friends knew, even his two closest friends at the table, was that Steve was bi. Well, bi -curious he admitted to himself, having never been with a guy. Over time he'd found himself getting more and more turned on by gay porn, and the idea of being fucked got him hot. He'd even signed up to gay chat/hook-up sites, and was surprised at the amount of attention he got. Whilst enjoying the dirty chat and pic exchanges, he'd always chickened out whenever the guys suggested meeting up.
The guy was continuing to strip, now losing his trousers in one slick move, Steve realising they were velcroid together for easy release. Beneath, the guy was wearing a small golden thong, which was leaving nothing to the imagination. Long tanned legs led up to a pert ass, which Steve saw was much paler than his body where the sun had not touched it. Tan lines was another of Steve's fetishes, and unconsciously felt himself getting a little turned on as he watched the pale ass muscles move in time to the music. The women were constantly cheering now as the stripper started to dance in front of the bride to be, moving his body closer to her.
He started to give a lap dance to the lucky lady, turning around so his ass was inches from face. This gave Steve a frontal view of the man for the first time. The chiseled abs led the eye downwards to the golden thong, and Steve could see it was bulging, the man having a decent sized package.
He watched as the dance got more and more sensual, the stripper getting closer to the bride. The women had her hands on his waist as he danced, her fingers caressing his skin. All too soon, the music finished and the stripper stepped away from the bride. A chorus of boos sounded from the ladies, and Steve echoed them in his mind, it had been hot watching to guy dance.
The stripper collected his discarded clothes, and without embarrassment, headed through the pub and out the door still dressed only in his thong.
Steve refocused his attention on his friends, the excitement for the evening clearly finished.
Several minutes later, the door to the pub opened, and Steve was surprised to see the stripper re-enter. He was dressed normally now, a simple t-shirt and jeans replacing the fireman's outfit. He walked up to the bar, and ordered a drink. Steve smiled as almost immediately he saw one of the women peel away from the group and head in his direction. Steve smiled as he watched her shameless attempts at flirting, and whilst he couldn't hear what was being said, it clearly wasn't working. Moments later she turned away from him and flounced back to the group, where she whispered something to the group that gave a round of boos.
It wasn't long before the hen do got up to leave, as a mini0-bus taxi appeared outside. Clearly the pub had been a strategic spot to have the stripper, and they were then heading into town for more of a party atmosphere. All of them smiled at the stripper as they left, who politely greeted them as they left.
"Your round?" Stew asked as they reached the end of their current drinks.
"Same again?" Steve asked, gathering the glasses and stepping over to the bar. The stripper was still on his stool at the bar next to Steve, and so he struck up a conversation.
"Brave, coming back into the pub after your performance?" Steve said.
"Maybe," the guy replied in a smooth local access, "but I like to have a pint after my performance, helps me to wind down."
They chatted for a few minutes more as Steve waited to be served, and even after he'd got the drinks. He seemed a decent guy in his mid-20s, maybe 10 years younger than Steve, stripping on the weekend whilst having a steady retail job during the week.
Eventually Steve headed back to his friends, leaving the guy, Jack, on his own at the bar. Maybe half an hour later Steve happened to look up, and Jack had left.
"Right, time to head off," Chris said, as he finished his coke, having to drive 30 mins to get home.
"Am I good for a lift?" Stew asked, living in the next village over.
"Sure," Chris replied, as the three of them headed to the exit.
"I'm nipping the loo," Steve said, the beer having run through him, "I'll see you guys soon."
"Yep, see you," Chris replied as they headed out the door.
They had left by the time Steve had finished, stepping out into the cold autumnal air. His cottage was a ten-minute walk, and he fumbled in his pocket for his torch. As he crossed the carpark to the exit, he saw Jack pacing about on his phone. As Steve approached, he saw Jack hang up and let out a sigh.
"Trouble?" Steve asked?
"Car broke down," Jack replied motioning to the car beside him. "I can't get a tow truck until the morning though, so it's got to stay here."
