I show up with my friend at the Garage on Church in Toronto on #FriskyFriday. My friend doesn’t drink, so I have a couple of beers while he enjoys some chicken fingers basted in suicide hot sauce. Frisky friday featured a couple of drag performers, but we quickly grew bored of them.
On my phone I Google “Strip clubs” and that a place called Flash is practically next store, so we pay our bill and leave.
We walk through the doors and immediately see a nude dancer on stage. The guard smiles and feigns blocking our view, motioning to the desk where we have to pay $5 to get in.
A performer is on stage, stroking his hopelessly soft dick. He’s bathed in red green and purple laser lights that highlight his solid abs, and he moves them smoothly to the music. He lays back and fucks the air before leaping up and gyrating around the pole.
“Just get some ginger ale for me, would you?” my friend says as I walk to the back of the place for some beer. There’s a line. Just as the bartender is pouring it my friend comes running up to me, panic in his eyes.
“Save me!” He says.
“What?”
“Did you see what happened?”
“No..”
Turns out that he had been propositioned immediately. A shirtless guy had introduced himself has Kevin, put my friend’s hand down his pants, licked his ear and asked if he wanted to fuck.
This place is a lot more interesting than the Garage!
One thing about the performers though, they are all soft! A dark skinned man with Jamaican hair performs. He has a small body, but is very strong. He pulls himself up the pole with one arm, suspended in the air. He dances, looking at me in the eye as he slowly pulls down his underwear, stroking his soft cock.
Soon he disappears and my friend and I discuss who is our favourite. We are complete opposites. He likes hairy white guys. We make a pact – we will both go to see what goes in on the back room.
The Jamaican comes up to me unexpectedly and my eyes light up, glued to his body. If you’ve been reading my adventures, you know that I can never resist Black. He notices and sits down beside me, caressing my arm like we’re old friends. “Wow, I was nervous up there! It feels like it was my first night, though I’ve been here three weeks.”
“Well, it’s my first time at a gay strip club. Anyway you were quite good,” I tell him. “I really liked it…”
“Really?” he says, moving closer to me.
“Actually, I’ve been wondering what goes on in those back rooms…”
“Only one way to find out,” he says grinning.
Right away, my friend, ever dutiful, spouts, “You should take him, you are his favourite!”
I nodd, setting down my beer. “Yeah, lets go.”
“Great!” the man says. “I just need to check in with the DJ.”
I follow him to the DJ’s closet and wait beside as he chats a bit. Two other shirtless performers move close to me but I motion that I’ve already made my choice. Then he comes out and leads me to the back. We go through the wooden doorway to the hallway full of stalls, past a sign that says it is $20 per dance.
“One please!” I said, going in feeling drunk and elated. “Just a taste, I’ve always been curious what happens in the back.”
“Sure.” He locks the door and turns to me. “Have you ever been with a guy?”
“Sure, a few on Grindr,” I say.
“What do you like to do?’
“Oral only…. Bottoming mostly. Orally.” I tell him. Apparently when I’m drunk I’m super obvious about everything.
“Oh wow, good to know…” he says, pulling me closer to him. My sweatered chest is up against his naked pecs, and I feel his cock, still soft but substantial nonetheless, up against my jeans.
I run my hands around his back and squeeze his butt. It feels like I could just slip my hands inside his expensive briefs, but I hold myself back, unsure of how far I’m allowed to go, what I’m allowed to do.
“That was one song,” he said, looking into my eyes mournfully.
Holy crap. “Well I guess I can go for TWO then,” I say. “Maybe you can move it around near my face or something.” I sit down.
He smiles and reaches a thumb under his underwear, gyrating his hips to the music. Somehow, as the music speeds up, it becomes clear than that he has a hardon, the first I’ve seen in this place.
I feel entitled, a little miffed that I’ve now spent 40 bucks to see this through his underwear, so I’m brazen. “Wow, I didn’t see that on stage!”
“Oh man I know, I wish!” he said. “But you get to see it here though. Yeah, I’m a grower!”
He isn’t kidding. He skillfully lowers his underwear just a little while I listen to the music. Is this still the same song? I can’t tell… I’m just mesmerized by his dancing. But he seems distracted now. This is not as fun as when I was pressed up against him, so why not?
I stand up again, embrace him and again we are grinding together. I gently kiss his shoulder, not wanting to push my luck with anything further. But I feel my hands move over his massive cock on their own. He is pushing his underwear down further for me.
“I haven’t been this hard at work before, so there you go.” he tells me in amazement.
I’m sitting down again on the bench, so I can get full view of my prize. And it is there, in full glory, a massive hardon. I tentatively move my hands over it, grasping it lightly, moving my hands over its huge head.
“So how well can you suck cock?” he asks me.
“Oh, I’m pretty good,” I say. But I’m not sure if this is an invitation. Maybe he’s making lighthearted conversation. What are the damn rules? For now I grasp it,
A single drop of wetness wells up in his slit as I slowly move it forward into my mouth, not touching it as he gazes down at me, muscles tensed in anticipation.
Suddenly I realize the song has ended.
“How many songs has it been?” I ask him.
“Four,” he says automatically.
Holy shit, was he just gonna let me go broke? “Well, that’s probably enough for tonight!” I tell him, reaching for my coat on the bench.
“Oh–” he says dejectedly. Then regaining his composure, suddenly he’s all business. “Do you need an ATM?”
“No, no I should be fine, I say, drunkenly rifling through my bills, the first two of which are only fives. “Do I pay you directly then?”
“Let’s make it 60.” he says.
“Yeah, yeah, great!” I tell him. I can’t wait to tell my friend what happened. But when I get there he’s gone. Oh shit, he’s not gonna know they don’t tell you when songs end… I hope he’s ok…
But after a minute my friend returns through the crowd.
“Where were you,” I ask, “Did you go with your favourite?”
“I was just in the bathroom,” he says. “When you left they kept coming over, so I went there to hide! But when I saw your guy come in I knew you were done.”
“Really?” I say. “That doesn’t make sense, he couldn’t have gone to the bathroom so quickly!”
“Yup he must have liked you, he was totally jerking off in there!”
No shit.