Slovene Male Dancer Story

It was almost the end of my Friday shift. I work as a dancer at a restaurant with erotic male dancing in east Ljubljana, Slovenia. In fact, today was quite special because it was my first day of being fully nude. Up to this point, none of us had been allowed to. For some reason, my boss called us together for a speech just before my shift ended.

“Ladies and gentlemen, today is a very special day at Filipov! I take it he needs no introduction, but I want to congratulate our first ever fully nude dancer!”

He summoned me toward him. There were plenty of cheers as I walked toward his side at the center of the stage.

“I tell you, I feel like a fool for not allowing bare dancing sooner! This guy had been trying to talk sense into me. So, tell us: why did you decide to let the boys fly?”

I was used to attention, but it still felt strange to address such a large crowd, especially naked.

“Well...nudity feels like freedom,” I answered. That was evidently what the crowd wanted to hear, as they cheered loudly and whistled in response. “I feel sexy, and I can do what I want, with nothing holding me back.”

“You are sexy, dude!” It was weird to get that kind of praise from a guy sitting so close to the girl next to him.

“He is quite the stud, is he not?” my boss said, inviting the rest of the audience to give their thoughts. A good amount of cheering erupted in response, with plenty of people shouting “Yeah!” and “Whoo-hoo!” Even a few other dancers joined in.

“I want to have your children!” one woman added.

“I wish my wife were this hot,” my boss said. I laughed, along with plenty of other people. “It has been such a pleasure to work with all these dancers! With that, let’s have a round of applause!”

The audience clapped in response.

“Keep shaking that bare ass!” one girl said. “Whoo-hoo!”

I went backstage to put my clothes on and collect my paycheck.

“You made quite a bit this week, including service charges and tips,” my boss said. Generally, each photograph of a dancer cost 20 euros per dancer, with the dancer receiving 5 euros of that as a service fee. Today, I got a spike in photographs as a result of the start of the weekend as well as going nude. One large group alone took 3 pictures of me, with one of them having a guy spanking me. I heard that even though the group was offered two of our best entertainers, they insisted on “that little nude guy.” My boss considered raising the rate for a photo of a nude dancer, and while I appreciated the sentiment, I said that I thought the mere act of taking a photo was expensive enough already.

“Keep it up, stud,” he said as we parted ways.

“Thank you for supporting me, Liam,” I said to another dancer who was going home.

“I’m so happy for you,” he replied. “I might have to start working butt-naked, too.”

“Gosh, if you did that, I might not get any service fees at all,” I replied.

“I highly doubt that, handsome,” he said.

“Good job, hot stuff,” the female of the two bouncers said as I left. The male nodded in approval.

“Thank you,” I replied. “Take care.”

I went over to my car and got in. It was always an interesting feeling, sitting in a seat that seemed to be designed for someone twice my size. I took the road east to highway A1, then went north a little ways. I stopped outside the apartment of a man I was courting. He was a large-built aboriginal Australian, with a charcoal skin tone—the darkest I knew. He also had a deep, smooth voice that was a pleasure to listen to.

“Hey!” he said, inviting me in. “How was your first day in the buff?”

“It was great,” I replied. I told him about how much I made just today.

“Awesome! I’m not sure I like sharing you with all those people, though.”

“I save the best of me for you, handsome,” I replied before kissing him.

“Damn, I love the taste of your tongue,” he said.

“Your kisses are so warm and sweet,” I replied.

I took my clothes off as he removed his shirt. Seeing his large, muscular abdomen got me excited.

“You have some large hips for a man of your size,” he commented.

“I am a dancer,” I replied before letting loose with some moves.

“That is some ass!” he said, masturbating to the dance. “I’m getting hungry for that beautiful dick!”

I danced toward him, then let him hold me in his arms. We smiled at each other, then he laid my torso belly down on a nearby table.

“Go for it,” I told him.

He went and grabbed a paddle, then he started smacking my bum with it. It didn’t hurt much, though. Even though he was a large man, he was also softhearted.

“Put your heart into it!” I said. “It’s the only way I’ll learn,” I continued in a teasing fashion.

“All right, but only if we agree on a safe word,” he replied. “How about cotton candy?”

“I’ll take that,” I said.

He hit my bum really hard with the paddle, making me cry out in pain. I continued to scream as tears clouded my vision.

“Ow…” I said. “That was wonderful.”

“Your scream is so sexy,” he replied.

He then spread my legs out a bit. “What a nice ass,” he said, kissing my buttcheeks, which were probably beet-red at this point, my penis, and my testicles. I then felt him grab my rear before I felt his tongue on my anus. He then slurped on my penis a bit.

“I love the taste of Slovene penis,” he said happily. “I got a new dildo that I thought you might like.”

All of a sudden, a powerful force lunged into my anus. I screamed out in pain, blinded by the sensation.

“Maybe it’s a little big for your small body,” he said, pulling it back out. “Perhaps you’d like me to ease you into it.”

“Sounds good,” I replied.

I felt myself start getting stretched out again.

“Is that better?” he said.

“This is amazing,” I answered.

He then started the act of pleasuring me. I held on to the table for dear life. My anus was getting stretched out so much. “Yes! Yes!” I cried out. I was getting filled up with a powerful sensation of pleasure. After a while of this, he stopped. I was exhausted.

“That felt so good,” I said, turning to face him on the table.

He then walked over so that my face was near his gorgeous nude body. I kissed him on his navel, which was so cute and manly.

“I am so in love with your body,” I said.

I felt his chiseled abdomen as I began licking his navel. I got lost in the taste of it. My licking got so passionate, it seemed like the world around me had begun to blur. I then stopped and admired his body once more.

“I love the taste of aboriginal penis,” I said, taking it tenderly in my small hands. I began licking the shaft passionately, lubricating it, while tugging on his cute testicles. I sucked on them a bit, then turned my attention to his penis, which was so hard and so wet. I wrapped my mouth around it and began to suck. I massaged it with my tongue, loving the taste of it and the way it pulsed in my mouth. My movements became more frenzied from my excitement. My lover’s penis was pulsating vigorously.

I then felt that unmistakably warm, delicious sensation in my mouth. I savored the taste of his love juice, then swallowed it.

“You make me feel so good,” he replied.

“You make me feel even better,” I responded. I then kissed his penis. He walked toward my hips, then beckoned me to flip over. He took my penis in his mouth. The sensation of his lips and his tongue on it was so thrilling. After a little while of this, I squeezed a load out. He savored and swallowed it.

“Damn, that’s good,” he said. “I just don’t know how your penis and your cum taste so good.”

“Maybe it’s my special recipe,” I joked.

After that, he lay down on his belly on the sofa.

“Tired?” I asked.

“Get the paddle,” he replied.

“Safe word?”

“How about Ljubljana?”

I inhaled, paddle ready, then I laid into him.

“Ljubljana!” he cried. “Ljubljana!”