Summary: Jorel is at a strip club that Jordon dragged him to. All he wants to do is leave; that is until a male stripper by the name of King Kong catches his eye.
'I am never letting Jordon choose guys night out ever again,' Jorel swore in his head as his sat at the bar of a strip club, a gay strip club at that. They were gay themselves, but Jorel never thought in a million years he would be in a place like this.
If that wasn't uncomfortable enough, Jordon had left him all alone. He apparently requested one of the more popular strippers, a guy that went by Da Kurlzz named appropriately by his wild curly hair. It had been 30 minutes and still no sign of Jordon. That request thing he mentioned earlier, apparently at this club, if you have a specific person you're interested in you can ask them for a lap dance, or have them take you to a 'privet area'.
'That's probably where Jordon is now,' Jorel thought, as he remembered the curly haired stripped took him to a room in the back. 'Jordon's probably is being bent over backwards moaning like a whore.' Jorel chuckled at the thought, since Jordon was more of the submissive type.
The amusing thoughts aside, Jorel wanted nothing more than to go home, watch American Horror Story on Netflix and then go to bed. He was about to get up and start looking for Jordon, when booming music came over the speakers.
"And now for our man of the hour, the half-Mexican heartthrob, King Kong!"
As the music played, out came the sexiest man Jorel ever laid eyes on. His outfit consisted of a short poncho that covered his chest, accompanied by a revealing pair of black booty shorts. He held a seductive face as he walked the stage and started dancing around the pole at the end. Jorel didn't even notice that he sat back down in his seat, or that he was starting to sweat a little bit.
Every moment he was dancing, Jorel felt everyone started fading away and it was just him, watching this 'King Kong'.
When 'King Kong' had finished Jorel made a quick dash to where the requests were made, which was telling a random waiter and they tell you to sit at a specific numbered chair.
He was sitting at the chair labeled number 5, waiting for his 'King Kong'. It didn't take that long for him to show up, and Jorel could admit shamelessly that he was WAY sexier up close.
"Ah, so you wanted the best of the best huh?" If Jorel had ovaries, they would have exploded just by the sound of his voice.
"I guess; I'm Jorel." He thought it was polite to let him know his name, especially since he would be giving his a lap dance.
"That's a unique name, I like it. My stage name is King Kong, but you can call me Dylan." He said.
"Oh, well it's nice to meet you… um," This was so awkward for him, what were you suppose to say to someone who was going to give you immense pleasure?
Dylan threw his head back and laughed, "I'm guessing this is your first time?"
"Um, well, yeah." Jorel could feel himself blushing.
Dylan laughed again, and started to spread his legs, "Just relax, and let me do all the work." He said before crawling into his chair, in between his legs.
Dylan started by just messaging his shoulders lightly with his strong hands, then once he felt Jorel loosen up a bit he started to carefully rub his but on his groin. Jorel was enjoying every second of it, but he wanted more.
"Can you… go a little harder?" Jorel felt embarrassed about asking.
Dylan smirked and grounded himself in a little more, "Like that?"
Jorel nodded as he felt pleasure run through him like a shock wave. Minutes tick by as Dylan constantly shook his hips around Jorel man sword.
Unknowing to him Jordon was watching them the whole time. And was taking a video of it.