Hot Toddy

If you’ve read any of my early posts, you will remember Eddie, my first lover, left town after high school graduation to go to college Miami.  I wasn’t quite eighteen at graduation and would not be for nearly two more months.  Without Eddie around, my sex life basically dried up.  Oh, I cruised the park and got some action in some back rooms, and it was fun and exciting, but it wasn’t always comfortable, if you know what I mean.

Anyway, back before graduation, Eddie and I often went to this gay movie house in Manhattan that he introduced me to.  Not only did they play decent porno, but there was a small balcony we often had sex in and a stage with a run-way that the strippers would strut their stuff on between the movies (or maybe it was the movies were shown between the live strip shows).  I sometimes went there without Eddie to watch the guys strip and shake their asses and their cocks to the overly loud eighties disco.    

Well, with Eddie gone to Miami, I decided to go to the movie house the Friday before my eighteenth birthday just to get out of the house and maybe get some action in the balcony.  I had even brought a wad of singles to tip the strippers if I liked them; about thirty dollars in all.  It was still early when I got to the movie house, maybe three in the afternoon and as I got there, the movie on the screen faded in the middle of a fuck scene and loud disco music began to play.  I had gotten there just in time for the show.  I was lucky and was able to get a seat by the edge of the runway.

The house lights went out and old disco music thumped through the speakers.  A shadowed figure came on stage from a side wing and stopped at the center of the stage, near the curtain.  Spotlights above the runway and the stage came on and the dancer was lit by one.  He was pretty much like most dancer/strippers – athletic and lean.  His routine was pretty standard too – he shimmied up and down the runway taking off articles of clothes until he was only in his socks and a skimpy bikini that showed the outline of his hard cock.  Eventually, the bikini was came off and he was left naked and hard wearing only his socks.  He gyrated a few more minutes before leaving the stage.

Several other dancers followed, each performing the same basic routine – dancing a little, stripping to briefs, jockstrap, bikini or posing strap, dancing some more, taking off the final article of clothing and dancing several more minutes naked and hard.

Truth to tell, as much as I enjoyed ogling the nakedness of the dancers, I didn't think they were all that special.  Oh, sure, my cock got hard watching them strut their stuff.  I mean the guys were all handsome and nicely built, but they each lacked something I couldn’t put my finger on.  It wasn’t until the fifth dancer came out that I perked up and took notice.

He came out dressed in lounging pajamas.  He was a light-haired brunette with a model's features.  Tufts of chest hair peeked out of the open throat of the pajama shirt he wore.  As he danced, swaying from side to side in time to the music, he began to undo the buttons of his shirt, slipping his hand beneath the silky fabric to rub himself.  With each new button undone, more chest hair was revealed.  It ran over his chest and down to his navel only to disappear into the pajama bottoms that sexily hugged his hips.  He danced with the shirt unbuttoned and open for a few more moments before casually removing it and dropping it to the stage floor.  His chest was powerful and more masculine because of the hair.  (I was always a sucker for hairy men.)  From time to time he slid his hand into the fly of his pants and played with himself, always smiling at the audience as if enjoying a private fantasy.  In between groping himself, he tweaked his nipples playfully.  Then, suddenly, in one swift movement, he ripped off the lounging pants, the outer seams had been velcroed, dropped them on the stage and stood before the audience sporting only a flimsy translucent thong that barely concealed his thick hard-on.

I kind of lost myself in the moment, watching him dance and play with himself.  A few minutes later, the thong was gone and he was totally naked.  The sight of this naked, hairy-chested man nearly made me lose a load.  When the dancer noticed the effect he had on me, he smiled at me, came over to where I sat, put one foot on the armrest furthest from the stage and straddled the space in between, giving me a very good look at his hard cock and his balls as he gyrated in front and above me.  It was all I could do to keep from cumming in my jeans.

Eventually the routine ended and he left (with a good deal of the singles I still had left) and the last dancer came out for his performance.  I got up as new guy was taking off his shirt and by the time he was down to his jock strap, I was already in the side room, getting a soda from the vending machine.

When I turned away from the vending machine, the dancer that made me nearly cum in my pants came through the curtained doorway at the other end of the room.  He was dressed in loose running pants, a tee-shirt and sneakers and he walked right up to me and smiled.

"You’re the guy I danced for,” he said, his voice deep and sexy.  “I’m glad you really enjoyed the show." He eyed the growing bulge in my jeans and his smile got wider. 

"I sure did." 

He got a soda from the machine and ‘accidently’ brushed against me as he retrieved the can.  "And judging from that rather impressive bulge, you’re either a fan or you’re carrying a rather large banana in your pocket."  He popped open the can and took a sip.

"I thought you were the hottest of all the dancers today," I said after a moment's awkward silence.

"Thanks.  This your first time to a strip show?"

"No, I’ve been here before but I’ve never actually spoken to any of the dancers.”

We chatted a few moments longer then Rodd suggested a private show in his hotel room.  Even though I was a little nervous, I decided to go for it.  We left the movie house and walked the six blocks to Todd’s hotel talking the entire way as if we were old friends.  He told me his room number and went in.  I went to the deli on the corner, got a small bottle of water and used the ATM to get his fee.

I remember thinking “Do I really want to go through with this?” The whole idea of going up to a stripper’s room and paying for something I could most likely get for free at a bar felt strange, but good too.  I knew he was gonna strip and get naked and that I would be naked to and that we would most likely have sex, but I wasn’t really sure I wanted to do it until I realized my cock was hard.  That made the decision for me; besides, he was so hot!

I entered the hotel, walked directly to the elevators as if he were a paying guest and made my way to the seventh floor.  The well-decorated halls were empty and I remember wondering if any of the people behind the closed doors were having sex.  I found Todd’s room without difficulty and knocked on the door.

He answered the door barefoot.  After closing the door, I followed him down the short hallway created by the bathroom wall to the fair-sized room that was occupied mostly by the king-sized bed.  The room's largest lamp stood on the night table next to the bed.  The facing wall held the room's only window.  The curtains were open and the shade was up letting a little natural light.  Flanking the window was a small writing table to the left and a large dresser to the right.  A color TV stood atop the dresser and was currently on a cheap cop movie.

Todd got busy turning down the bed and getting some dry hand towels from the bathroom.  Then we took care of the necessary transaction. 

"Take off your shoes and get comfortable," Todd said as he took the money and put away.  "Take off as much of your clothes as you want.  If you want to be naked with me, that's fine."

   

I slipped off my sneakers.  "How far can I go?" I asked as I pulled my tee-shirt up over my head.  I folded my shirt roughly and dropped it on a typical, hard-cushioned chair near the night table. 

"You can touch me anywhere you want to."  His voice was smooth and deep.  "That is why you're here."

"Can I suck you?"

"If you want, but you don't have to."

Next came my watch and religious medallion.  I put them in a pocket of my jeans, stood up and took my jeans off.  I folded the jeans and put them on top of my shirt.  Dressed only in my tighy-whities and socks, I sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at Todd who was still wearing his running pants and tee-shirt.  "Will you suck me if I want you to?"

"Sure, if you want me too, but I won't swallow your cum.  That's what the hand towel is for.  Is there anything else you want to know before we start?"

"What about fucking?"

"I have a firm policy about not fucking anyone I haven't established a relationship with.  And I don't allow myself to get fucked either."

I was more relieved by this development than disappointed.  Sucking his cock was something I was looking forward to doing.  I would have liked to fuck him but I was willing to play by his rules.

"Are you ready?"

I nodded.

The first thing that Todd did was mute the TV and put on some soft music.  Then, without fanfare or fuss, he took off his shirt and his pants, draping them over the back of the chair by the writing table.  Then he took off his briefs.  Finally naked, he stood before me and began flexing his muscles. 

After a few moments, I laid one hand on Todd’s outer thigh.  It was cool and hard.  I slowly slid a hand down then back up his leg, the downy hairs were silky smooth.  My hand passed over the ridge of his hip and then over his rippling abs and up to his furry chest then back down.  I purposefully avoided going near his hard cock; I wanted to wait just a little while.

"Why don’t I help you take those off?” Todd said, looking down at the tent in my underwear.  “You look like you're about to bust out of them." 

He took my hand and gently pulled me to my feet. Then he wrapped me in a strong embrace, his hands sliding gently down my back while his hard cock was trapped between us.  He hooked his thumbs under the elastic waistband of my briefs and cupped my cotton-covered ass cheeks in his big, warm hands.  Before I could respond he took a half-step back and started to pull my briefs down.  My hard cock got caught in the fabric.  With practiced hands, Todd wrapped one hand around the shaft of my cock and pulled my briefs of it.  He fingered my balls as my briefs slipped down my legs and puddled at my feet.  He released my cock as I stepped out of my underwear and kicked them under the chair the rest of my clothes were on.

Emboldened by his grabbing of my ass and cock, I took hold of his member and began playing with it.  I had not realized earlier, but he still had his foreskin and that drove me wild!  I absolutely love uncut cock!

Todd chuckled throatily.  “That’s right,” he encouraged me, “you know how much you love my cock.  Go ahead and suck it if you want.”

That was all he needed to say.  I got down on my knees and, still holding on to his cock, pulled back the foreskin and took his knob into my mouth.  There was no turning back now!  I slide up and down his hard cock several times trying to bury my nose in his crotch hairs.  I tugged lightly on his balls, I nibbled and licked his shaft, I tongued his piss-slit and fingered his ass. 

“Let’s take this to the bed,” he whispered in my ear, “and I’ll do you as you do me.”

We spent the next fifteen minutes sucking each other’s cock and playing with each other’s balls.  Eventually all the excitement was too much.  “I’m gonna cum,” I said, letting his cock slip out of my mouth.  I grabbed hold of my cock, squeezing to hold off the inevitable a few seconds more but there was no holding it back.  I sucked in my breath and my stomach.  A rope of cum splurted out and onto my belly, then another and another and another, each shooting less and less far.  As the last of my cum dribbled slowly out of my cock, Todd beat his meat quickly several times then shot his cum all over my belly, mixing his cum with mine.

For the next few moments we simply stayed as we were – me on my back amid the rumpled sheets and blankets, Todd kneeling on the bed at my side, both of us sweating and breathing hard, our cocks shrinking quickly now that they were no longer hard.  On impulse I reached up and took his flaccid penis in my hand.  It was slick with saliva and sticky with cum.  He pulled out of my hand as he maneuvered off the bed.  He took one of the hand towels and wiped his soft cock of the spent cum before taking a second hand towel and wiping our cum off me.  After a few moments he went into the bathroom.  As he rinsed the hand towel I sat up and made my way to the edge of the bed.  Then he came back and handed me the damp towel.  I stood and finished cleaning myself up.

“That was amazing,” I said handing him back the used hand towel when I was finished with it.  Todd took it and tossed it into the bathroom sink. 

“I’m in the city the third week of every month if you’re interested in doing this again.  I give a ten percent discount to repeat customers.”  He went to the desk, opened the drawer, took out a business card and handed it to me.  His name, phone number and web address were on one side, a glossy photo of his face and naked torso were on the other.  “You can check out my new website and book time for another appointment,” he said proudly.

“I’ll do that,” I said.

“Mention today when booking to get your discount.”

We stood there only a foot or two apart, naked, in awkward silence for a few moments.  I unabashedly looked him over again and liked what I saw so much I felt my cock stirring.  “I guess I should get dressed,” I said.  I turned around, bent over and picked up my underwear, consciously aware I was showing off my ass.

“You know,” Todd said as he slipped on his robe, not bothering to tie it closed, “you have a great body.”  I was pulling up my underwear as he said that.  “A nice ass and a decent sized cock.  If you ever thought about it, you could make some good money stripping at the club, more if you do private shows.”

I paused a moment as I pulled up my pants.  “I hadn’t thought about doing that,” I said.  I zipped up and pulled on my shirt before sitting down to put on my sneakers.

“Like I said, you have a great body.”

I got up and looked around and felt in my pockets to make sure I had everything I came with.  I put his card in my wallet.  “I’ll definitely check out your website.  And I will think about what you said.  Maybe I will do a little dancing.  I can always use more money.”

We shook hands and he walked me to the door of his room.  The air outside the hotel was brutally hot and in a few minutes I was sweating.  I would need a shower when I got home.  I made an appointment with Todd once more a few months later and the sex was just as good as the first time.  Some weeks after that, the movie house closed and there were no other places I knew of to watch a strip show outside a few of the hotter party clubs and bars.  That made it really difficult to see Todd perform again.  As it happens however, I did see him perform once more.

The April that Ian turned twenty, I threw him a big party.  I invited a dozen friends, most were gay but a few were straight.  To make the night memorable, I decided to hire a stripper.  The first person I thought about was Todd.  As luck had it, his website was still operational, so even though he wasn’t going to be in the city that week, I paid the extra travel fee and he agreed to do the party.  Suffice to say he was a hit!  Even though he was a couple of years older, he was still hot looking.  He didn’t really remember me, but that was O.K.  He paid Ian quite a bit of attention since it was his birthday.  That was the last I saw of him. 

I checked his website the following Christmas to book him again, but it no longer worked.  I tried the phone number on his old card, but that had been disconnected too.  So I guess he got out of the business one way or another.  Or maybe he just moved on to a different circle of cities and strip clubs.

I still think of him from time to time when I see some hot, hairy-chested hunk and I’ll always remember my first time with him.