My Boys

"Why won't you tell me where we're going?" I asked impatiently.

"I told you, it's a surprise," Mark answered for the tenth time.

It was a Friday night and for once I didn't to work or do anything for school. So Mark had decided to treat me with some kind of "surprise". I hate surprises.

Mark was driving as I kept my eyes out the window, trying to spot where we might be going. I had never been to this part of town, so I didn't have a clue.

"Relax dude, we're almost there," he assured me. "And trust me. It's gonna be well worth the wait."

"It better be. I hate being out of control like this."

Mark grinned, "Yeah, Kyle mentioned how much you like to be in 'control'."

I felt a blush spread over my face. I hadn't thought of Kyle telling Mark about our office interaction. Then again, Mark apparently told Kyle about us, so I shouldn't have been surprised.

"Is there anything you two don't tell each other?" I asked with an edge of annoyance.

"Of course. He doesn't know where we're going tonight. I didn't wanna risk you using your deepthroating skills to get the answer out of him."

The blush spread, but this time I felt some pride. The guys must think highly of my 'technique'.

Suddenly the car rolled to a stop. I hadn't even noticed that we had entered a parking lot.

"Is this it?" I asked in confusion.

All I could see was a fairly empty parking lot leading up to a dark building with no windows. I couldn't even find a sign that would indicate what the building was.

"This is it," Mark confirmed. "Let's go inside. I hope you're ready for a fun night."

Mark and I approached the door. I could finally make out a small sign that read "Stir Crazy". Was this really the stirfry resturant? This was Mark's big surprise?

That notion was blown to pieces the second we stepped through the door. My first thought was that it was way too dark to be a resturant. And the lights it did have were bright neon. The tables weren't nearly big enough to serve food on. The people that were present just had drinks. I noticed they were mostly guys, and one table of rowdy girls. It was a very odd atmosphere. But the strangest thing was the large stage that took up the center of the big room. And...was that someone dancing on stage...a male someone...

"Mark...tell me this isn't..."

The crowd went wild, cutting me off as the guy on stage ripped off his pants revealing nothing but a skintight g-string.

"...it is. You brought me to a strip club?!"

Mark leaned over and planted a kiss on my cheek, "You can thank me later." He proceeded to squeeze my ass before leading me toward a table near the stage. Before I knew it we were seated and the guy on stage was thrusting his bulging crotch about five feet from our faces.

"Why on earth did you bring me here?" I whined.

"Because you need to lighten up. You're so uptight when it comes to your sexuality."

"Me, uptight?! Mark, I could write a multichapter story about all the lurid affairs I've had! Some of it would make even you blush!"

"First of all, as I've played a big part in these 'lurid affairs', I doubt you could shock me that much. Second of all, that's part of your problem. We shouldn't have to blush or be embarrassed about the stuff we do. We're young adults, who are having fun and enjoying ourselves. What's so wrong about that?"

I swallowed hard, "There's nothing wrong with it. It's just...it's private. It's not something I wanna flaunt in public. I don't want people knowing I'm coming to gay strip clubs with one of the many guys I've had sex with."

Mark's ever present smirk slowly faded. He looked down solemnly.

"Dude, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you felt that way," he apologized. "Maybe we should just go."

I sighed heavily, glancing around the room.

"Ah, it's alright. We're already here. Besides, I doubt I'll run into anyone I know at a place like this, right?"

"That's probably safe to say," Mark laughed.

We settled down and turned our eyes to the stage just as the next performer was about to begin.

"Ladies and gentlemen," an announcer's voice came from the speakers. "Next up, we have a crowd favorite. Please welcome, the sharpshooting Duke of the South...John Wang!"

I choked back a laugh and rolled my eyes, "Very clever."

The lights came up and on the stage was a guy dressed in full cowboy garb from his hat all the way down to his spurred boots. He even had leather chaps on. A funky techno mix started playing from the speakers that didn't exactly fit the man's costume, but nevertheless he began swaying his body back and forth. His hat was pulled down so low, I could only make out the steely smirk on his face.

Before long, he began slowly and seductively unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a wifebeater underneath that must have been three sizes too small as it so desperately clung to his body. I couldn't help but notice his nice build, pecs threatening to burst through the flimsy fabric, a light dusting of hair poking out of the top.

"This guy's pretty hot," Mark decided.

"Do you have a thing for cowboys?" I teased.

"No...I just have a thing for sexy guys with nice bodies," he purred, sliding a hand up my thigh, which I pushed away while nervously looking around.

"Just watch the naked dancing cowboy," I said flatly.

Well he wasn't naked yet, but he was getting closer. The wifebeater was quickly ripped apart down the middle exposing his broad chest and flat stomach, body glistening with a mix of sweat and baby oil no doubt.

The next part blew my mind. He grasped his pants at the thighs and with one swift movement ripped them from underneath the chaps. Now, besides those, his boots and hat, all that remained was a black g-string. The pouch seemed to barely stretch over his bulging member. With the way he was dancing about, I wondered how his junk didn't fall out.

The crowd went wild as Cowboy turned around and exposed his tight, smooth buns of steel. They flexed as he swayed his hips. Someone could have chipped a tooth on those hard glutes!

"Wooooo!" I unconsciously screamed.

Mark looked over at me in awe.

"Sorry...he's just...he's good."

Mark simply smiled, probably happy to see me having a good time. And I was. This was more fun than I had expected. And he wasn't wrong about this dancer being sexy.

A few moments later, the chaps and boots were gone, and all that remained was the little excuse for underwear and the cowboy hat. I figured he was probably about done with his little show so I began to look around for a waiter. I was feeling kinda hot and needed a drink.

I didn't even realize when Cowboy danced up to our table and started grinding away in front of my face. When I turned around I had his bulging crotch threatening to give me a black eye. At this range, I could make out the full shape of his cock and balls. The boy was thick.

Mark was loving this, whether because of the guy or because of my stunned reaction I didn't know. I was like a deer in the headlights. A drooling deer.

Cowboy turned around and started shaking his ass in my face next. It looked even more perfect up close. My dick was painfully hard, constricted by my clothes.

Cowboy finally turned back around. I thought he was probably going to leave and go dance on some other guy. But instead he eased off his hat and placed it on my head. My jaw hit the floor.

"Will?!"

AN: Thought it was time to bring back the old college roommate. And wow, the first chapter not to feature an actual sex scene. Hope no one is too disappointed. I decided to break this chapter up into two parts, so the real action will be coming up next. And just to make up for the tameness of this edition, I'll go ahead and let you know that Chapters 11 and 12 should be the wildest ones yet!