Ian, Our First Male Stripper Adventure Part I

We had seen Ian around at a couple of gay bars on strip nights. It had become a new pastime of ours to visit the clubs when there would be guys with well-defined muscles and big bulges dancing. Cecil, being bisexually inclined, and Beany also an enthusiast of the male form, never interacted with them other than slipping a dollar bill in their tight little underwear as they circulated through the crowd after their dances. Often one’s hand would brush their cocks “inadvertently” or one would get a glimpse of their goods when they held out their waistband. It was fun sharing our attraction to them.
So it was not unusual that we chose to stop by a male strip club on New Years Eve. This was a slightly seedy joint located in our arts district neighborhood that didn’t sell alcohol, but featured male dancers for the ubiquitous bachelorette parties and occasional gay male patrons. We observed that Ian, a dancer whom we had seen before, was going to be dancing that night for the small mixed crowd. Soon he was on stage.
Ian had a very sexy stage presence and proceeded to display his moves. He had some subtle mojo that night and stood out from the others there. One of his classic moves that I remember was him stretching out on the floor in a plank position, and then making slight pelvic thrusts as if he was sliding his cock into someone. That is when I first thought about Beany being under him with her shapely legs in the air.
The club had about three private booths along the side wall towards the back. A private dance lasted about the length of a strip song …3-4 minutes tops. I decided it would be fun if we got in a booth with Ian so I ventured up to the front desk and paid for the private dance with him. He soon found his way over to us and led us into a booth with a smile on his face. The booth was a closet about the size of a toilet stall, but instead of a toilet there was a low shelf about a foot off the floor at one end. Ian hopped up on the shelf and began gyrating to the loud club music. He said we could touch him wherever we wanted. I stood behind Beany as she faced him. She bent over in front of him and started to rub his bulge through his small tight underwear. Within a minute, she was pulling his long white cock out and playing with it. It was a nice 7 inches, cut, slightly narrow, with a pointy glans the same size as the shaft. A nice contrast to my own cock’s blunt glans, mine being shorter in length but a bit thicker. I reached around her and unbuttoned her jeans, slipping them down around her hips, while she let him slip into her mouth and savored the strangeness and feel of a new cock. My fingers reached down the back of her panties as she bent over and felt her wetness. Needless to say my cock was rock hard. I unbuttoned my own jeans, pulled it out and drove it into Beany’s pussy with a slow thrust. She was going crazy on Ian’s cock with her hand and mouth - I mean really going at it and my cock was getting more and more slippery as she moaned and came. He couldn’t hold back any more and exploded in her mouth just as I was cumming in her pussy doggie style. It was a fantastic moment. We all pulled our clothing back on then and emerged from the booth, somehow after more than one strip song length of time. I guess we got two strip song’s worth because of Beany’s work. But that wasn’t the end of Ian’s story, and here is a picture of him that I found on the internet.