Writing Warm-Up: The Stripper

Inspired by a certain stripper and a certain video ;) iykyk

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Nath wasn’t sure about this…

He was used to giving private lapdances, but normally he’d be dressed in masculine clothing. Police officer, firefighter, soldier. This request was unusual. But the money was too good to pass up; it easily cleared 2 months of work.

The client had sent a box to him. Opening it, he saw a small plaid skirt, like you might see in a schoolgirl uniform. Nath had never worn anything like this before. Just think of the money, think of the money…

He pulled the tiny skirt up over his beefy quads and massive, round juicy bubble butt. The skirt snagged a bit over his muscle ass, his two big cakes stretching the cloth to its limits. Luckily, he was able to pull it over his bubble with minimum tearing.

Inside the box were further instructions

1. You are not to wear underwear underneath the skirt

Okay, not so weird so far. He’s done nude shows before, as long as the other gay is clothed there’s not issue.

2. You must send me proof that you are wearing the skirt with no underwear

Again, not too crazy. God knows Nath has shown his asshole to everyone on the internet already, so a pic of him bending over, fat ass spread, tight pink jockhole fully visible, clad only in a tiny skirt that barely covered even the top half of his bubble butt, wasn’t too difficult.

3. You must call me daddy

The time had come. He showed up at the client’s house – a mansion, no, a villa even. It was clear this guy was rich beyond belief. Still wearing his joggers on over the skirt (and nothing else), Nath went inside.

He barely closed the door behind him when he heard a deep, powerful voice.

“Come, here, boy.”

Nath gritted his teeth. But, the money, the money.

“Yes, Daddy.” Nath tried to hide the disgust in his voice.

He turned a corner to see a private lounge, with expensive furniture, a collection of the finest alcohol he’s ever seen… and a handsome middle-aged black man wearing a suit, sitting in a chair. Nath eyes were drawn to his bulge.

Wait, that’s not a bulge. His client’s enormous donkey schlong was pulled through the zipper of his suit pants, the thick tube of semi-hard meat throbbing against his thigh.

Nath backed up. “Hold on, I don’t do that stuff. One of us has to be clothe-“

“Double the rate.” Before he could finish his sentence, Nath was cut off by the client, his deep voice filled with the confidence of a man that could buy anything – anyone – he could possibly want.

Double the rate? That was too good to pass up. Now, giving a guy a lapdance with his dick right between those big bouncy jock cheeks definitely creeped Nath out. But he figured he could grin and bear it for 10 minutes, get his money, and run.

Nath slowly lowered himself onto his client’s lap, trying not to react when he felt the man’s naked dong rub against his cheeks. Nath had never felt another man’s dick before – especially anywhere near his ass and straight virgin jock hole. He gyrated his hips slowly while the client leaned back, ready to enjoy his lapdance.

With the friction of such a big round bubble butt grinding against his cock, and the sheer sight of Nath’s perfect badonk, it wasn’t long before the client’s dick had grown to its full 11 inches. His cock was sticking straight up, full mast, nestled in between each of Nath’s juicy cheeks. His cheeks were so large that the client could barely see his own cock, it was fully encased between his cheeks.

Nath gyrated his hips around, then up and down, unable to stifle a moan as the now rock-hard appendage rubbed against his virgin hole, leaving it feeling all tingly and weird.

“Fuuuuuck,” Nath moaned under his breath, and realized that he had been rubbing his hole directly up and down the client’s cock for a few minutes now. He felt a strange wetness at the top of his ass - and then realized it must be the client’s pre-cum!

Normally disgusted by the idea of having any other man’s fluids on him, his hole felt so good rubbing against his client’s cock that he couldn’t even stop himself.

“There you go, work that pussy…” The client growled.

Nath’s nostrils flared. Where did this guy get off, calling Nath like that? Didn’t he know that Nath was a big muscle stud, an alpha male. Well… he was wearing a skirt, grinding his bubble on an older man’s huge dick.

He was getting more frantic, picking up the speed from giving the client a buttjob. He slipped a little while bouncing up and down - and at just the right angle so the client’s cockhead pressed against his virgin pink pucker.

“FUCK! DADDY!” Nath’s whole body shuddered at the contact.

He heard the distinct click of a bottle… then felt something wet and cool on his ass. Even though he couldn’t see it, the big muscle stud knew exactly what was happening. His client had a bottle of lube, and was using it to lube up Nath’s muscle ass and his fat black cock.

The extra slipperiness definitely helped with the lap dance though. Before long, Nath had to grip the client’s surprisingly muscular quads to perch himself so he could continue.

“Open up, boy,” The client’s booming voice rang in his straight jock ears.

And then he felt pressure, pressure that he’d never experienced before. The pressure of a hard object being pressed against his hole - he’d never even had a finger in there before!

Yet, somehow, possibly because the client had lubed Nath up extra well, he felt his hole start to give. His tight straight jock ring stretched, trying to accommodate the large intruder forcing its way through Nath’s back door.

“Dadddyyyyy…” Nath moaned as the burning pain mixed with the most intense pleasure he had ever felt. Nath looked down at his own cock - and was horrified to see that he was not only hard, but dripping pre-cum onto what was clearly an extremely expensive carpet.

Another inch slipped inside - pushing the client’s dick in deeper, until it hit a small nub in the shallow part of his ass. Nath saw stars as his body was assaulted with tingles of pleasure. Yet he found himself sitting further, further down on the client’s cock… until his big muscle bubble was pressed firmly against the older man’s lap.

Nath couldn’t believe this - not only was he sitting on a dick, the dick itself was MASSIVE, a real mammoth of a cock, and yet somehow it was inside him. The pain was there, but the pleasure of having his pussy - no wait, his asshole - filled drowned it out.

“Now work that pussy, boy.”

Not wanting for the pleasure to end, Nath started to squat up and down on the man’s dick - short moans and groans punctuated by the slapping sound of wet muscle jock butt on flesh.

“Yes, daddy… fuck!”

Nath was bouncing harder than he ever imagined on that big cock. He was suddenly struck with the realization that he was in the position of the many women he had fucked. But, he couldn’t will himself to stop - it was like his ass had a mind of its own, and it needed to get filled.

“You ready, boy? Here it CUMS!!!” The client roared, grabbed Nath’s hips and pulled him hard onto his cock until he was fully sheathed inside.

Nath felt another strange feeling - a warm wetness spreading inside his ass. And he knew that his straight muscle pussy was now getting filled with a big dicked rich guy’s healthy load of semen.

And he was horrified further when he looked down and saw his own cock - dribbling a load of cum onto the expensive carpet. He couldn’t believe he actually got off on riding this guy’s donkey dick!

After several minutes, Nath pulled off the man’s cock with a loud POP, feeling the gooey cum drip out of his well-fucked hole.

“Good job, boy. Your daddy will see you again soon.”

Without a further word, the client got up and exited the room. That was clearly Nath’s signal to go. He pulled up his joggers again, still wearing just the skirt and nothing else underneath. He tried to ignore the growing wet spot on the seat of his pants as he started to make his way home. He only hoped that no one would notice the big muscle jock with a huge cum stain over his ass.