QColumn: A Gay In The Life: The Stripper

The Stripper
By Steve Prince
“Come on hurry,” Troy pounced on my bed.
Fresh from the shower, I crossed to my closet to fish for my favorite jeans.
“Turn around or you’re going to see Kool and the Gang,” I said, as I dropped my towel.
“Noooo!” Troy squealed in his falsetto. He buried his face under one of my pillows.
I shook my head and smiled. Even though he’s thirty-four, sometimes Troy acts like a six-year-old boy. He always acts like this when he’s excited. It’s very cute.
“Now, why are we rushing again to go out on a Wednesday night?” I asked, even though I knew the answer. It liked poking fun at the “Troy” show. On cue, he popped up from the pillows and bounced on the bed.
“Because my stripper is going to be there,” he said smiling. “And I’m going to touch his butt. MMM-MMM-MMM!” He bounced on the bed for each of his MMM’s.
Ah yes, Troy’s stripper. Troy was in love. Okay maybe not really—perhaps “in lust” is the better word. Still, the ever-realistic Troy wasn’t putting too much into this relationship—except for dollar bills. He just liked having fun with it.
“You’re so in love,” I said teasing.

“Puh-leeez,” Troy said, rolling his eyes. “He’s in love with me… and I might reciprocate, if he’s lucky.”
“Uh-huh,” I threw my sweater over my head.
Troy laughed at me calling his bluff. “Okay, so the only reason he remembers my name is because his name is Troy too. And Cody told me that my boy always gets so coked-out before dancing that he wouldn’t recognize in the light of day.” Troy paused dramatically and gazed towards the heavens. “But he’s got such a nice ass,” Troy sighed. “Can’t I just have my fantasy?”
“Of course you can,” I said as I grabbed my wallet, “what do you think you’re paying for? Let’s go.”
Thirty minutes later, we approached the dance floor at Mickey’s.
“Heeeey!” Cody said as he flung toward us, Troy and I both supporting each of his arms.
“How can you be drunk this early?” I asked amazed. It was eleven.
Cody laughed.
“You’re a lush,” Troy judged. “You have a problem.”
“Really,” I frowned, “you just don’t want to pay for the drinks. That’s what you have a problem with.”
“So not true,” Troy answered.
“Noo, wait,” Cody slurred. He pointed to the bar. “Percy is a good friend. I told him you were coming and he said we can all drink for free.”
“Really?” I said. I never can accept anything free right off; it’s the Southerner in me.
I turned to deliberate with Troy.
He was already at the bar. Obviously, Troy is not from the South. Jeezus.
Now let’s take a moment. Troy is a petite guy. He’s about 5’10” and weighs maybe 110. Okay, he weighs more than that, but still, he’s very skinny. Great ass though. Anyway, needless to say you the boy can’t hold his beer for shit.
It wasn’t two beers later that Troy was hanging on my shoulder. “I’m zzrunk,” he slurred.
“Oh lord,” I said. “No one gets drunk off two beers except teenage Mormons.”
“Doan judge me, you lush,” he said pointing at me. He took a short breath. “Where’s mah stripper?”
And oddly enough Troy’s stripper—Dancer Troy—appeared. Troy stepped back with a shy grin on his face. He looked like a snake just about to strike, yet suddenly frightened by his prey.
Admittedly, Dancer Troy was a gorgeous man. He was shorter than I and had muscled, firm legs that supported an 8-pack of abs. But his true “ass”ets could be seen when he turned around. Calling his ass “gorgeous” just doesn’t seem appropriate. He had the perfect, tight, bubble butt. And of course the back of his underwear was pulled down so that basically his entire ass was in view.
Troy was drooling like a baby for birthday cake. Finally, he couldn’t take anymore. He slipped a dollar from his pants and tentatively stepped forward. Like a baboon presenting himself, Dancer Troy leaned down and let Troy insert a dollar in the crack of his ass.
I laughed and took a swig from my beer. Gay men are funny sometimes, and kind of awesome. I love the forwardness that we have sometimes. Straight people could never do this. If they would it would be considered dirty or inappropriate. But here I am at a bar in West Hollywood, that has all the doors open while a dancer lets my best friend stick some money in is ass—that’s awesome.
I looked around. Some of the dancers were hot, but none of them really caught my eye. Yes, Troy’s dancer was hot, but I knew better than to tread on that territory. Still, there was something about the energy of Mickey’s that night, or maybe it was the free beer, or the small stack of one-dollar bills in my pocket. I was feeling it tonight. Something in my gut was churning. A sensation I had known before, but I couldn’t remember exactly. It was like a fog had come between my body and my mind. Still, my body seemed to be tingling or even vibrating.
And then it hit me… I’m horny.
It had been a while since I had been this horny. Peter and I had a lot of fucked up things in our relationship, however the sex was always good and ALWAYS plentiful. Neither of us had to want for it, because it was always present in the room. One forgets that in a new relationship horniness takes on a new form. It’s there, but nothing like when you’re single and it’s been while. This horniness seemed almost animalistic.
Oddly enough, I had been jacking off like a jackrabbit in heat lately, but it’s not the same as connecting with another masculine body. The scent of sweat as you kiss down his neck, the way his voice coos as your lips spread between his thighs, the way his hands stroke your back as you slide inside of his—
OH GOD! I’M SO FUCKING HORNY! I WOULD SIT ON A BROOM STICK RIGHT NOW, JUST TO GET IT DONE!
As the realization struck, I quickly chugged my beer for support… and then it happened… he walked in. Okay rather he walked up, to the dancer podium that is.
I looked him up and down. He had a cute face and a cocky smile. Mmm, Momma loves a confident man. He was wearing baseball cap cocked to the side. Adorable. His broad round shoulders framed his broad smooth chest, and his abs rippled like warm water as his body began to gyrate to the time of the music.
And then I looked at his underwear. Jesus-Christ-on-the-Cross that motherfucking thing was huge. His dick had to be at least nine inches. He had slightly wet his underwear so that his cock was a translucent being waiting to be released from it’s cotton/poly bonds.
And then the size queen in me took over and she reached into my jeans and pulled out a dollar.
I walked forward feeling suddenly awkward. With a shaking hand I held my dollar in the air to signal my arrival. With a genuine smile he bent down and presented his package to my face. I looked up at him nervously. He smelled delicious like apple and lavender. His body shone with a light sheen of oil. My mouth wouldn’t open to speak; instead I asked with my eyes, “Where do I put it oh gorgeous one?”
Well, sugars, I think he had been asked this question before. His hand took my hand and he placed the dollar down his pants. And then he placed my palm around his erect throbbing cock.
I started to get hard right there in the middle of mother fucking Mickey’s. My other hand reached in my jeans and pulled out another dollar. He smiled again. I couldn’t leave I was frozen there. Suddenly I because this robot that just stood there shoveling money at him.
I was an ATM… a really gay, erect ATM.
After I was out of ones he bent over and spoke in my ear.
“You are so cute,” he said as his lips touched my ear. Chills went down my body. He had accent.
Oh fuck. He was Latino. Abandon ship mateys, I’m done for.
“What’s your name?” he asked while he patted my chest. My hand was still firmly locked on his cock, while the other one caressed his stomach. His rock hard stomach I might add.
“I’m Steve,” I said trying to sound not nervous.
“I’m Domingo,” he said, and he kissed me on the cheek. “You’re sweet.”
He kissed me on the cheek. I backed away, knowing that I was out of money. For a moment I stood at the bar watching him dance. I looked around for Troy; his face was practically in Dancer’s Troy’s ass. I was on my own. He called me sweet. I know he was lying. He barely knew me. He probably just wanted more money. I knew that. I knew that…
But… he said I was sweet. Ahh shucks, kids.
And then I saw it, like a lighthouse beacon in the sexual storm. Across the club in the corner, by the men’s bathroom, was… an ATM. An actual ATM. I could get more dollars. I could once more feel Domingo’s throbbing manhood just one more time.
All deliberating tossed aside I crossed the room towards the ATM. As I took out forty bucks, I turned and looked over my shoulder. Domingo looked at me and smiled, while his hand stroked his cock.
I smell trouble. Okay, let’s be honest. I felt trouble. It was throbbing in my pants.
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A California boy with a Southern heart, Steve Prince finds himself in so many sexual positions it can make your head spin. Thankfully for us he’s willing to share it all…no matter how sordid it gets. Quick to admit when he fucks up, Steve still laughs it all off, and hopes you will too. Also, it should also be noted he is gayer than glitter.
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Previously, on A Gay In The Life:
The Birds and The Birds
Lyin’, & Twinks, & Bears—Oh My!
Going Public
Christmas in July
Luck Be A Lady Tonight
I Left My Heart In Oklahoma
As Luck Would Have It
Shock & Awe
Blame It On Britney
The Unending Journey
Makin’ Copies
Bullets and Bracelets… and Lube
To Tell The Truth…
Stars Aren’t Blind
The Dark Knight
Come As You Are
A Date?
A Happy Ending
Better Than Nothing
A Man With A Slow Hand
Taking The Long Way
Everybody Knows
Wake Me Up, Before Ya Go-Go
Definition
The Best
The Upper Hand
Hit Me With Your Best Shot
2000-Date
Dick The Halls
The Queer Dear
A Night At The Museum
A Conversation
I’m Just A Girl Who Can’t Say No
Change The Way You Feel
Kissing A Fool
Leo The Lamb
The Elephant In The Room
Zuckerman’s Famous Pig
A Birthday Surprise
The Sleepover-er
SP Phone Home
Out of the Frying Pan and into the Closet
What If…
Just Beat It
Intimate Portrait
Intimate Portrait (Part Deux)
Intimate Portrait (Part Trois)
State of Mind
The Age of Disbelief
A Man For All Seasons
Summer Lovin’
A-Men
The Urge
Gettin’ It Done
Here You Cum Again
Eye Of The Beholder
The Present
A Minute’s Pause
Brotherly Love
Ladies Who Lunch
Here Cums The Rain Again
Dinner For Two
Blow by Blow
Commando
Cum As You Are?
Aftershock!
Caught in the Act
The Great Compromise
The Tipping Point
Cross Country
In Stereo
Get Smart
Blind Faith
The Dirty Mexican
A Few Good Men
Peter’s End
Getting Stuffed
The Good Boy
Cracking Up
The Agreement
Fuck Road
A New Resolve
Pre-cumming
Send My Regrets
On A Jet Plane
For The Love of God
Livin’ On A Prayer
It’s My Party
Move On