Watching Exotic Dancers

My watch registered 4 30. I had just changed out of light blue hospital scrubs into jean shorts and Navy-blue teeshirt. "Navy" is emblazoned in big gold letters across the chest showing pride in having served my country.

Anyway, I walked out onto my third-floor balcony overlooking the concrete walkway and a lawn. Further out is an area of mulch with some young tree and bushes. I flipped the tab off a cold beer, took a big gulp then set it down on the table so I could light a cigarette.

My cell phone rang in my left pocket. It's a video call. My friend Joann Kent is on screen visible down to her shoulders.

"Happy Birthday," she said.

"Thanks."

"Were there a lot of patients (MRI) today?"

"No more than usual," I replied.

"We girls want to take you out tonight."

"Where did you have in mind?"

"Some place where we can ogle hot men," she replied.

I gave a nod with a grin.

Jo and I had known one another since highschool. A compassionate friend, she had been the person to whom I came out, even before coming out to my family and guy friends.

She's an attractive girl, no doubt about it. She has a slightly upturned nose, thin coral lips, and blue eyes. Sandy blond hair frames a heart-shaped face and touches the tops of her breasts. She stands 5' 6" tall.

If I was straight I would definitely jump on her bones. I recall a straight friend back in high school days urging me to "nail" her. "She's got Killer boobs", he had said.

The hour was close to 9 o'clock when Jo and I, her friends Sally and Tricia came into the dimly lit, popular strip club. The clientelle turned out to be exactly as I expected, all women. Those sitting close to the stage were cheering, stuffing dollar bills into speedos and encouraging the dancers with catcalls and whistles. His speedos came off giving viewers fortunate enough to have front row seats a closeup view of a swinging dick.

There are as many women at strip clubs as there are men. I soon noticed that I'm the only guy here. I can't be the only gay man in Atlanta.

The four of us took a table behind the seats along the edge of the stage. I locked my eyes immediately onto a toned dude with a dark-brown buzz cut and neat beard. Nothing or nobody else mattered for the next several minutes.

He is so hot!! He can jump on my bones anytime. I wonder what his name is. Can I contact him?

A waiter stopped at our table.

"Would anyone like to order a drink?"

"Michelob please, in a glass."

The strikingly handsome dude has black hair, brown eyes and full lips. A tight black t-shirt accentuates his toned pecs.

The three girls with me also ordered beers.

My eyes followed his ass for a few steps.

Another hot dude walked onto the stage seconds after the first one departed. This one had black hair. He is somewhat beefier than the man on stage before him.

My three companions were no less excited than me at seeing one hunky dude after another thrust his pelvis, sway his ass and swing his dick.

By this time the table is hiding my sexual arousal. A gay man who hasn't had sex in a while can't help but get a boner in a place such as this.

Maybe later tonight I should jerk off.

We had only stayed for four performances and limited our booze consumption to just two beers each. The beer is not cheap. Besides that, two of us have to drive.

Millions of stars twinkled overhead in a black sky. Jo made an observation about Astrology.

"Orion the Hunter is out this time of year. There are Betelgeuse and Rigel."

She pointed at the former, waved her finger and stopped it at the latter.

Not a big fan of astrology, I let the remark pass.

A short walk brought us to her Honda parked just two lanes from the building. We had just exited the parking lot when she asked, "did you like your birthday gift."

"Is was good show. The blond guy, the last guy we saw, was awesome cute."

"He excited you didn't he."

Her eyes went to my lap.

"Yup," I replied.

"Steven it's ok to jerk off if you need to do that."

Maybe later when I'm home on my bed in the privacy of my bedroom.

A few seconds passed in silence. Her words hung in the air.

I asked, "if I were driving would you be masturbating."

"Of course," she replied. "No one would see it because I can hide my vibrator inside my panties."

I considered that remark for a second then proceeded to open my pants. With my ass off the seat, I pulled jeans and shorts to my knees.

With a few strokes in a loose grip my penis again became fully erect.

"You would love to have one of those hunky dancers banging you. I know you would."

I tightened my grip on the shaft while looking down at my hand. It's pumping rapidly.

"It's nice to see you get such pleasure out of something."

She is looking at the road as she says this.

Determined to ejaculate, I keep pumping even though my arm is tiring. Mental images of the smoking hot dudes on stage keep my hand going.

A few minutes elapsed. Suddenly my boner squirts cum onto my belly. I let go of the shaft but keep my eyes on the streaks of cum next to my navel.

"There are tissues in the glove compartment."

I grabbed one of those and put it to good use.

"I'll bet you'd love to have a dick inside you tonight."

"Do you know anyone who would do me?"

She let the question go.

After several minutes on the road I realize that we're not even in my neighborhood but at her place.

She closed the door softly behind us.

"Get naked," she said.

"Why? You have a vagina."

"Make yourself comfy. I'll be right back."

I plopped into the sofa but remained dressed.

Jo returned to the livingroom wearing only a black strapon.

"Take off your clothes."

This is awesome. I had often fantasized doing the nasty with a trans girl but a natural girl wearing a strapon will suffice.

We dashed into her bedroom. I lay face down across the mattress putting my hands over the edge and raising my ass. My lover kneels putting her thighs against my thighs. She spreads KY lube inside me then rocks slowly pushing the dildo into my hole.

I let out a soft grunt then another soft grunt. My hole tingles as her dildo stretches it.

"That felt awesome."

"I thought you'd like it."

"I loved it."

"Do you want me to take you home?"

I remained quiet in the car for a few seconds considering my words.

"Jo If I were straight I wouldn't have broken up with you."

"Steven you're a good friend, a true friend."