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Letter to the Lads & The Stripper Initiation Massage!!!
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Letter to the Lads & The Stripper Initiation Massage!!! Let me start today by hollering at all the guys who tried to IM me today. As a general rule, I will not IM because I usually come here with a purpose in mind, blog post usually, and will finish that before I entertain other notions. That said, Hello! Howdy and good afternoon, Capntazman2488! Alaskin1968, thank you so very much for your kind words! Extremely appreciated! Jack_More, thank you very much for your compliments as well. I truly did not expect to get as much attention over here as I have! Thank you guys so much! Thank you very much for your kind words as well, Dlfckbuddy, and ditto! I also want to thank the newest guy to become my friend here, JObud4JObud! Remember the theme to the Golden Girls? I'm humming it to you now! Thank you for the email, Necess59. I actually believe you can actually read your response. And KrinerSotos, OMG, dude! You really should come in for a good rubdown! One other things guys! I'm not trying to mislead anyone here, so if you are really interested in a friendship, a session or possibly more with me, you really ought to regularly read my status, my blog post and the responses to them. In addition, if you can, read my profile, and hell, even my handle should single me out. I am a gay gentleman, and as such, as great as sex can be, it can only be enhanced with such things as romance, chemistry, connection, intimacy, eroticism and sensuality. This is relevant only in the fact that, as a gentleman, I have to respond to as much of my attention as I can...manners and such, but being polite when you are offended by the approach can be quite the exercise. I keep trying to be me, probably in another space that doesn't exactly cater to me, but most of you would do much better if you get beyond the pictures and do a little research before you respond to me. Over that now! A little info before this post...Male strippers have been immensely important to me and my life since I lost my second husband. Then, I thought a certain amount of time needed to pass before I started being sexual again, and strippers were the best way to enjoy the company of men without doing much with them. But the other thing was...after a period of time, the dynamic would change and these guys could take on a more significant role in my life. Some were just bar<b> buddies. </font></b>Some actually became good friends. And I've even dated some. And in this area, I am a male stripper's best friend. First, because with the exception of one, I am a regular of all the male stripper bars in the area. Hell, I've even worked in about half a dozen or so, in different capacities. Second, I respect the rules we establish between us. For example, I will not touch the private areas of a straight male stripper. He won't make as much as a bisexual or gay stripper, but if he caught my eye, he will make something. Either out of respect or our friendship, there is no need for a man to violate his code to hang with me. And probably the most important, I'm a huge tipper, and in an area where most of them work solely for tips, the guy wasting hundreds of dollars a night is a good friend to have.  Now, I had known Mason for quite some time. So when he said he wanted to talk about his massage session, I was pleasantly surprised! He was gorgeous, well built, well-endowed and hairy. He claimed to be bisexual, but I knew he had a girlfriend, and as such, I never did more than hugging him, playing with his awesome hairy chest, and he would give me a neck massage and occasionally slap me on the ass. Strippers talk among themselves. so he learned things about me that would eventually kick up my amorosity and increase his earnings. But still, he only did what he was comfortable doing, and I respected the fact he was a man with a girlfriend at home. For the session, he brought me a pack of clove cigarettes, an aphrodisiac for me, a bottle of white zinfandel and a bottle of white merlot. And we talked as I smoked and sipped on our first glasses of wine. Mason had decided that it was time for him to get comfortable with company of the same sex. He figured he would probably make more money if he was "friendlier" with the guys, and I jokingly implied that it would damn sure work with me! So we went into a more reciprocal session, and a lot of physical exploration and discovery of his body and sexuality for that matter. He got undressed and got on the table face down. I started with his feet, and as I was rubbing his arches and heels, I licked and suck butterscotch off of his toes. He seem to really enjoy that, but I reminded him that that wouldn't likely happen to him at work. His powerful, hairy calves and thick, muscular thighs were a joy to knead. But unbeknownst to him, he could get erect from a proper touch on the back of his knees, so I manipulated him a bit from there with my fingers, thumb and tongue. I left him hard as I went to his other head. The scalp massage seem to turn him on as well, and at this point I felt the need to tell him that he may have too many exposed triggers, suggesting knee pads and a ball cap. Behind his ears were another soft spot for getting him hard. He thoroughly enjoyed the neck, shoulders and back massage, especially the shoulder blades and the small of his back. Then it was time to do his big, beautiful ass! I first started kneading his tanned, fuzzy globes. I worked on his hips and realigned his lower half as well. then I spread his legs and started licking the back side of his cock, his balls, his taint and his dark furry ass crack. I repeated this several times before I forced a couple of fingers of peanut butter in his hole, and started rimming him in an endeavor to clean it up. Once the flavor was gone, I slowly worked a finger in to give him a prostate massage. It was weird, because I'm sure that despite all my saliva, it still had to be uncomfortable for the first time. And the first time usually produces a climax, which I didn't want to happen. So I stayed in there maybe three minutes, checking on him frequently. I eventually pulled it out, did a quick brush over the entire back side, and turned him over. His massive member had already started dripping man milk into the reservoir that was his navel. And as tempted as I was to sample his nectar for the first time, I went back down to his feet. This time, the lower half was strictly a massage, minus a few moments working up another hard on from his thighs, and my fingers combing his pubic hair. This affording me the opportunity not only to taste his spunk, but the fragrance of his masculine essence and musk was inebriating. By this time, he was curious enough to touch my cock, and he managed to get me hard. he even attempted to put it in his mouth, but I think my precum was a turn off for him. He turned out to be a fabulous kisser, and with all the practice he gets, I shouldn't have been surprised in his ability to work a nipple. I did his neck, thoroughly enjoyed every muscle, hair and nipple on his chest, before licking down his torso and finally relieving his belly button of its contents. Then I went back to combing his pubic hair with my fingers as I bathed each testicle with my tongue. This is when the smiles and grins became moans and groans. And as I watched his cock grow for the last time, I heard a couple of grizzly grunts that indicated the end was near. I placed his meat in my mouth and embraced the shaft with my tongue. I did a few little tricks to heighten his enjoyment, which elevated his volume and in no time, my taste buds were swimming in sweet, warm creamy cum. I thought I might suffocate trying to drain as he dropped, but eventually it came to a finish, and we had one awkward moment left to go. I poured us more wine, and as he dressed, we attempted to figure out what this meant in terms of the future. See, this was to get him ready to really work at the gay stripper bar, and so I gave him a discount on the session. However, would it happen again? How things were going to change, both at the bar and between us? So it was decided that at the bar, things would be about the same, except on a slow night, then we may use what we have learned about each other to benefit one another. We are now calling ourselves true friends with benefits, and if I should need an after hours party after the bar closes, I should see what his plans and his tips were like.  I also want to wish each and every one of your hot, fabulous men a wonderful Halloween. If you can't hallow your weenie with me, I hope it at least gets empty somehow! Oh, and thank you for being my eye candy for Halloween! |
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Makes one wish there was a place for middle-aged strippers... the initiation massage sounds inspiring, to say the least. What made this story most enjoyable was the position from which you told it. 
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