Frank Lee Savage Women who love men with big ones And the men who love them For the ladies an gentlemen who fantasize. 
 
 
   
 
The old venue closed down and Joe already liked the new one. Closer to home and many more familiar faces for their group to entertain. 
Joe loved the screaming women who dared to attend a male strip show. He and Greg, his best mate since high school, are the final act. 
This particular night he hoped to see a particular girl. No sign of her yet despite that all the other acts had been done. 
"She's supposed to be here." He thought, disappointed. 
He put that thought aside and watched the ladies standing in front of him jumping up and holding their glasses. He giggled quietly whenever he saw the drinks from their glasses spill. 
He loved seeing all the different types of women who attend their shows. A lot of them certainly dressed to impress them. So sexy, so exciting, the way they showed off the natural appeal of their bodies whether if they showed skin or not or wore nice material. 
There was nothing like performing at a strip show. All those women. He loved seeing them acting crazy in the presence of a man they could not resist. Joe took his mind off the object of his affection by holding a girl, probably 25 years old like he, dressed in a white shirt and short black skirt. This brunette with hair to her waist was thick but not fat. Just the way he liked them. Joe unbuttoned his jeans and took in the awesome feeling in his shaft as he unzipped slowly for her. She had perfect T&A for her build and stared at her unbuttoned shirt while he did so. Joe saw that it had already been opened down to her lowest bust line before the show's first act. He felt special that she stood close to him while on stage, cheering as she and her friends watched on. Her skirt was not tight but fit her well and that turned him on. That and the newest set of screams. He ran his hands down her legs and slipped them under her skirt and moved them down again. He let go, held his arms up to flex his muscles and allowed his jeans to drop. The pulsing feeling in his now-free signature black zip-up g-string felt so good, even better with their expected screaming. 
Greg was always able to get the girls talking to him. His extraordinary looks attracted them like bees to honey even of they had no idea who he was. But Joe didn't mind being the 2nd most popular in the group, performing together with Greg always brought in the best crowds. He had the penis of a mammoth. 14" with thickness to match made him the ultimate fantasy man for most of the patrons. 
Greg slowly slipped off his black tights to reveal a yellow g-string. Joe grinned at the squawking "Eeeeeeaaaaaaaahhhhh" coming out of a group of the most insane-acting girls from someplace at Greg's right. He liked seeing the female of the species go out of control. The famous bulge of the their group's star attraction is what they came to see. 
He approached a woman in a white dress with some blue designs sitting at the closest table. There was no neckline but that didn't matter. He rubbed his genitals between her breasts from side to side as intended. 
"Waaaaahhhhhh" they shouted and after 10 seconds Greg simply unzipped the back of her dress to finish his special treatment of her not knowing that she's the birthday girl. 
Joe recognized her as he stepped away, not returning to the stage platform. 
Sophia! 
A class mate from school. Joe gave her some of the tickets to invite old friends to catch them in action. 
Joe wanted to watch the girl's reaction to Greg's grand finale. He gripped the straps of his g-string as Joe paid attention to the ladies nearest to him. The general rule when his group entertains. He would loved to have seen the looks in their eyes as Greg made it appear as if he was going to pull down his g-string several times. Once he, for a split second, made them think he did and pulled it up again. Their manager caught it on camera, Joe would have a great time reviewing the footage of their actions later. 
Joe guided the brunette's hands to feel the cheeks of his bum as he grabbed her magnificent boobs, by the time he felt another awesome sensation in his shaft he moved her hands away and got her to sit down. At that moment, the ever-popular Greg had dropped his g-string and Joe listened to all the hyper insane screams. Music to his ears. 
Joe did not know who the brunette in front of him was, local or not, but he was glad she came to the show-unlike someone he hoped to see. Cheers became sharper and sharper as he started unzipping the front of his black g-string in front of the sensual brunette. Joe did his usual action of enjoying the exciting sensations in his huge penis during the sharp screeching. It made him feel so sexy. 
Unzipped all the way down he gripped each side of the opening, pulled them apart and let his g-string drop in front of the group nearest to him. Holding his muscular arms up. The patrons continued their long screams, he loved entertaining all the women, especially the sincere ones. 
He concentrated on the feeling in his 10 inch erection he always looked forward to at the end of the act. To him the pulsing and tingling mixed perfectly with the appreciating cheers of those excited ladies. He loved feeling sexy in front of all the women. If anyone is a naturally-born male stripper it was Joe. 
   He held the side of each of the brunette's breasts and had the luck of Joe stimulating himself between them. Before he left she said something into his ear and then the guys picked up their gear. When back on stage, Joe looked around but the object of his affection could not be found. 
   "Where the hell is she?" Disappointed. 
First day of the job in the new venue. By daytime the boys waited the cafe tables. Joe, followed by Greg brought in heavy fresh bags of ice for the freezer, passing the tables full of the girls who didn't catch last night's show. 
Joe recognized Kelly, the first time he had seen her since she graduated from school, still looking the same at 23. Especially the stupid stare with her head always pointing out. 
She loved the look of the light blue designer jeans and white t-shirts with the venue's logo. Their uniforms "shaped" Joe and Greg out quite well in her seemingly bulging eyes. 
She shouted for all to hear. 
"Hey girls! Check this out. Those are the new guys, the ones with the  biiiiiig 
  penises. Talk about SEEEEE-EEEXYYYYY!" Followed by the wolf whistles by all twelve girls seated among the tables. 
Greg smiled, ever the confident man. Joe would have too but only not as much, to him the moment got ruined by Kelly because she never left him alone during their high school years. A nuisance who he never felt attracted to. 
-Add part when they're in the back room and Greg asks about problem and Joe's explanation about the problematic girls- 
"What's wrong mate?" 
 
 
 Text: Frank Lee Svage All rights reserved. Publication Date: November 22nd 2012 https://www.bookrix.com/-rancor