New Therapy Ch 10

Preparing to be a first time male stripper at a bachelorette party was in some ways a little daunting. To start with, Josh wasn't exactly the best dancer. We needed to work on that. I mean, he's there to be a stripper, but it's kind of expected that you have a few moves, that you know how to work the crowd by working your body and having some sense of rhythm so that what you're doing looks good with whatever music was playing.

We used to spend a lot of our weekends at fun dance clubs all around Los Angeles. We also would go to Vegas on fun weekends knowing that "whatever happened there would stay there". So that meant a lot of clubs located on the strip and inside some of the best resorts, but also visiting strip clubs and massive adult pool parties where there was plenty of swapping going on. For me, it was a return to getting loads of young and very hot pussy. For Josh, it was an opportunity to watch me 69'ing and going down on girls all over the pool. And he got to fuck as many women as he wanted. The strip clubs certainly offered plenty of eye candy to admire and to fire us up.

So we headed back out to some of our favorite LA dance clubs. Some had already changed. Some had new themes and a completely different crowd. But the music was hot, we danced like crazy, sweating and moving with the music, and Josh certainly got his groove back. I was pleased to see how well he can still dance, much better than I expected, and how well he can bump and grind with the best of them. And with his very impressive bulge in his pants, he got plenty of admiring stares from the women and the men in the club. You could tell many of them were just a little incredulous, wondering if that could really be a real bulge or if it was just done to impress people. Like, maybe he had some kind of huge super sized dildo picked up from an adult bookstore. But no, that really was his 15 inch plus penis, and even in its flaccid state probably about 10 thick inches hanging down his right pant leg. OMG, not kidding you, you could see it from pretty far across the dance floor. In fact, sometimes on the dance floor he would start to get a little aroused, and that baby would firm up quite a bit. Then you could not miss it at all. It's like he had a log stuck in his pants. Hysterical really. But fun to see. And fun to tease. When we danced close, I would gently glide my fingers up and down his bulge, in plain sight for everyone to see, knowing I was causing his cock to get hard right there on the dance floor. I gently stroked up and down, my fingers very lightly making contact, but causing fireworks in poor Josh's brain.

You might well guess that the result of all this is that we eventually had to race home and fuck like junkyard dogs. And that revealed something else I noticed. Because of all of this teasing, all the therapy, all the heightened sensitivity to his penis, his stamina had greatly increased. I mean, he always loved to fuck, and we used to fuck all the time back when he still had a 5 1/2 inch penis. But now we fucked every single night, and my lord he'd pile drive my ass, doggy style, my face down in the pillow (or submerged in the toilet bowl!), and my ass up high nearly every single night. Sometimes he would alternate between jackhammering my wet and aching cunt, and then using the lube from my pussy to once again jackhammer my asshole. I loved every bit of it. Sure, I didn't walk well for the first few hours of every morning. But totally worth it!

So the next step was to find out what kind of music the party guests would probably want. I had a few guesses. I've been to strip clubs, but not clubs featuring male dancers. Maybe no different? I didn't know. I had only been to clubs featuring female dancers. That's pretty much where me and my girlfriends always like to go, check out the cutest, sexiest, new barely-eighteen hotties, see how daring they can be. Maybe get a lap dance, or even better, a private dance in a private room. And yeah, the music is hot, but will those tunes be the same that male dancers dance to? Probably, but I really didn't know.

Josh and I decided to make a field trip to a male strip club and see what music was playing and watch how the dancers danced. LA, it turns out, has plenty of male strip clubs. More than I realized. I asked a few friends, some women, some gay men, trying to get an idea of where I would have the most fun and get the best ideas for Josh.

There's a notorious underground club that a girlfriend of mine from college used to go to called The Mensroom. Only a couple of my friends had heard of it, and they all raised an eyebrow when I asked about it. One said flat out, if you go there, expect to be entertained by some pretty extreme stuff. It's not the usual main boulevard kind of place. Very hard-core, definitely super hot men and yeah, they get totally naked. And they do a lot together. My friend added, "don't sit too close to the stage unless you don't mind getting a little wet." Sounded like the right place to me!

Ask Josh drove us to the strip club, I told him how proud I was of the progress he was making. He smiled and asked me, "you really do like it don't you? You like see me do gay stuff. That's a big turn on for you?"

"HUGE!!" I said to him. "I love seeing you go homo for me. I think it's so fucking hot. I guess I always thought it would be hot, but seeing you taste your first penis, seeing you suck your first cock all the way down to the base, it's just been incredibly hot. Yeah, I love watching you go homo. I want you to go further. I really do. I want you going totally homo sexual for me. I'm pretty sure Dr. Hollie planted that thought in your brain when you were still under the influence of the penis enhancement drug and the video sensory therapy. She whispered in your ear several times that you were going to be totally homosexual, that you were going to be a totally hot HOMO stud. That you were going to love cock. That cock is your new addiction. And THAT turns me on so much. I just love the idea of you being a total cock loving, cocksucking cum dump. And I even go crazy when I see you not only swallowing cum, but drinking down all that hot man piss. Oh my gosh, Josh, watching you gulping down their piss, watching guys pissing all over your body, your face -- I'm getting hot right now just thinking about it!!!"

Josh, kind of chuckled a little bit. But I could see that just by telling him how much it turned me on. It was already causing a little tent to rise in his pants. And by little I mean a nice thick long tent.

"Yeah, I'm glad it turns you on. I have to admit, if you were not so turned on by this, I don't think I could do it. Or at least I wouldn't have volunteered to let you put me through all that therapy and that penis enhancement drug regimen. I never thought this would be a turn on for me, but yeah, I'm definitely really into it now. I mean, I don't see any way I could stop being turned on being in bed with you. Your ass and your pussy are going to rule my world for a long, long time! But wow, I really do like cock. I'm totally into it now. I'm glad that you like that."

I reached over and gave his bulge a firm squeeze. "I love you baby. I really do. And I love seeing you go homo. You are every woman's fantasy of the perfect man! Did you know that? It's totally true. Every woman dreams of seeing her man sucking big fat cocks, fucking hot studs up their ass, and definitely taking nice big cocks up his own ass. Women love the idea of their men being as sexy and erotic as the men they watch in gay porn. Please keep doing it. I want you going totally homo for me."

We arrived fairly late, around 11 pm on a Thursday night. Thursdays aren't as crazy and raucous as a Friday or Saturday night, but the doorman assured us we would have a good time. He said he was glad to see another lady joining a gentleman. While most nights their customers are mainly men, now that they've added Thursday's as 'Couples Night' they've been getting more women. Not like some of the other tamer main stream male strip clubs where there's tons of women. They're trying to expand their audience. Still, they realized their audience wanted the strippers to go a little further, a little more extreme than most places. So a lot of people had only heard of the notoriety and did not venture in to see for themselves.

An attractive cocktail waitress seated us at a small round table just off of the runway stage. She said her name was Lisa and asked us for our drink order. I had a Tangarey and tonic, Josh ordered a beer. He wasn't particular, so she suggested a craft beer on draft that sounded good. He went with that. She gave me a wink and then trotted away.

As I looked around to check out the decor, I found it to be attractive and modern, fashionable with a cool vibe. I loved all the large homoerotic wall posters. Most of them were just of an individual model, black and white photos, very artsy and very nude. The models all sported huge erections, each one having a more beautiful penis than the last one. Lots of emphasis on the penis. In fact, some of the photos were just of a fully erect penis for all to admire. I certainly admired them.

There were a few that I especially liked. One showed a huge firm, but not totally hard penis carefully placed down inside an oversized glass beer mug, which had been filled to the top with hot, bubbly piss -- you could see a hard stream of piss pouring down from just off-camera. Mmmmm. A glass mug with a nice big thick penis completely submerged in piss. It was totally an artistic work, not a piece of cheap porn, but extremely erotic. Then there was another very large penis, semi hard, and laid out across a butcher block table like a piece of meat. Around it was a broken apart baguette of bread, a wedge of cheese, and a glass of red wine. I guess I was supposed to draw my own conclusions. Essentially, I concluded it was a big thick penis laid out on a charcuterie tray. Fuck! I'd order that in a heartbeat!

The last one that really made my pussy tingle was of a woman's black-gloved hand wrapped firmly around the base of a fully erect cock rising maybe five or six inches straight up from her grasp, the shaft and swollen mushroom head skewered all the way through from multiple directions with a dozen long, thin needles, turning it into a penis pin cushion. I can't begin to express how much CBT glamour porn turns me on!

There were a few interspersed photos that showed a model on his knees, his lips wrapped around the shaft or the head of the hard penis of another model. It looked like many of these photographs were taken right here, live on stage, so I assumed maybe they periodically shoot promotional material right here at the club so they can put it up on the walls.

There were a number of those kinds of photographs spread around, men sucking cock, kneeling men dripping wet and surrounded by cocks, men being fucked in the ass, lots of stuff like that. There were a couple of photos that appeared to show one stripper being pissed on by one or two other strippers. It was so beautifully photographed I couldn't tell if it was real or photoshopped. When our waitress came back, I decided to ask.

"Oh yeah", Lisa replied as she placed our drinks down on our table. "Every now and then our house photographer, Greta, is here and she'll ask if it's okay to shoot a few of the strippers on stage so we can change up the art on the walls. The guys are usually happy to pose. When we decide to change it up, we usually sell those posters. They're pretty popular."

"Okay", I said, "but none are faked, they're all real, even the really graphic ones? Like that one over there, it looks like two men are pissing all over another stripper. He looks like he's completely drenched in piss. I can't tell if that's real or if that was photo shopped. I'm dying to know!"

"No, that's totally real. If you weren't already aware, they really do push the limits here at The Mensroom. And if you haven't picked up on it, there's a reason for the name of this club. So expect to see some extra kinky stuff tonight. And yeah, if you look around, you'll see more photos like that. I don't know, but I happen to think it's really sexy. I guess it's not for everybody. But I love that stuff. We're not allowed to date the dancers, but if we were, I would date a lot of these guys in a heartbeat. I just think it's hot."

I squeezed Josh's hand and smiled. "What do you think? Too much? I hope they put on a hell of a show. Now I'm really eager to see. I'm getting that tingly feeling 'down there', and I hope you're feeling a little bit of a stir too!"

"Are you kidding?" Josh replied. "If you haven't already guessed, I got a hardon three seconds after we sat down. Maybe it's the therapy, maybe it's the drug that blew my penis up so big, but I am definitely so turned on. And by the way, have you noticed some of the other tables? If you look closely, you can tell there's a little bit of under-table action going on."

At first, I couldn't tell, but as I looked around a little more carefully, scanning the couples, and looking under their table tops, you could see a little bit of motion. There weren't tablecloths draped over the tops, over the sides and down to the floor, so if anything was going on, anyone could see.

Gradually, as my eyes adjusted, I could see a little more detail, I could make out two different tables where the girl had her guy's penis out of his pants and was already stroking him, slow and steady. Another couple looked to be a little less concerned with anyone noticing. She seemed to be outright jacking off her guy, giving him a full on handjob as they watched the dancers. Each couple sat close together, almost cuddling. You could see they were whispering back-and-forth in each others ear about what they saw. And as the ladies were stroking their men's hard cocks, the guys were watching the strippers and seeing their women smiling and getting more and more into their fantasies.

So now Josh and I felt better that we weren't the only couple in the club. And I was glad to see how much more popular the trend was than I realized, that women were encouraging their husbands to explore their bi side.

There were two large round tables that were basically like side stages to the left and the right of the main stage, and each had a dancer on top workin' his stuff. On the main center stage there was another dancer who looked like a complete Adonis. Beautifully muscle toned chiseled body, short wavy black hair, clean-shaven, a light tan and sexy tan lines from what was obviously a very tiny g-string bathing suit.

All three dancers were at this point completely nude and I guessed they had probably been up there for a few songs already, before we had arrived. Because my eyes naturally went straight to their packages, I immediately noticed the common theme here. All three men were completely shaved around their penis and balls. Absolutely smooth as a baby's butt. I love that. I don't like pubic hair. I think just seeing a penis hanging free or semi-erect with no hair is way sexier than having it buried in a forest of curly nasty pubes.

The music was typical current hip-hop and house music mixed with familiar current pop hits. A great dance beat, steady and pulsing from the big speakers lining all around the ceiling.

I should not fail to say, all three dancers were sporting raging hard-ons. Their cocks were completely erect, slathered in shiny oil or lube, and I would guess at least 8 or 9 inches each.

As they danced, they would frequently hold their cock in one hand and pump it, gripping it firmly and causing the head to swell, and look even more intensely smooth and shiny. Not exactly masturbating, more like pretend masturbating. I don't think they were planning to shoot a big load of cum all over the audience. Although I don't think this audience would've minded. So they looked sexy as fuck, and their cocks looked absolutely delicious.

The dancer closest to us on the main stage had a beautiful rockhard penis with a smooth, polished helmet head and medium sized balls hanging below. He teased the audience by waving it, like a baton, like a cop's club, aiming the head at different patrons as if daring them to even look at it, nevermind imagining what they could do with it.

I put my hand over Josh's on the table and held it softly, and then leaned in to whisper, "I already love this place. I feel like I'm in penis heaven."

Josh gave me a quick smile, kind of a timid smile, but certainly revealing he was not put off by my comment. As we both watched, the dancer continued to gyrate and pump his cock.

And then, at one point, he dropped down to his knees by the edge of the stage and aimed his throbbing hard penis at one of the patrons. The guy leaned forward and started to open his mouth, hoping to get a taste. He wasn't disappointed. The dancer pushed the head of his cock straight into the guy's mouth. He sucked it for a moment, but then the dancer pulled away. With a wicked smile he danced over to the other side of the stage and continued to tease more patrons.

"Okay, that was hot! Didn't you think so, honey? Letting that dude suck the head for a second?" I asked Josh. He turned to give me a little bit of a nod yes, and smiled. He turned his attention back to the three stages. He was enjoying the show, taking it all in, and I could see he was beginning to imagine if he were up on that stage, what else would be happening. I didn't think anything looked all that extreme so far. But we had really barely just arrived, so we would be patient.

The club's DJ began loudly announcing over the PA system, making a few introductions of the next strippers as the three dancers we had been watching picked up a few things from the floor or their tables and disappeared off stage.

Only a minute later three new dancers came out. But this time all together up on the main center runway stage. The music kicked in and they began gyrating, ripping off shirts and dancing for the audience.

After the first song they began gradually losing more pieces of clothing until they were down to tiny jockstraps, packing what looked like pretty significant meat. All three had covered their bodies in oil and were looking insanely sexy under the lights.

Once we got to the third song the real show began as the guy in the middle pulled down on the sides of his jockstrap and ... boom ... he stepped out of it, threw it to the side, and revealed what had to be at least 10 inches of pure, prime USDA meat. Just a beautiful circumcised penis, nice and thick and already semi erect, quickly going to full mast.

The other two dancers eventually repeated the same moves and similarly discarded their jockstraps, with easily 8 and 9 inch cocks quickly rising to full hardness. As the three dancers continued to tease the audience, Josh and I looked around and could see the 'under the table action' was picking up speed. These ladies were having the time of their life, pumping their husbands and boyfriends erect cocks under the table. These poor guys looked like they were all struggling to keep it together. But you could tell they loved having their dicks stroked as their wives and girlfriends fantasized about those super hung studs on stage. The girls all seemed to have an almost glazed look in their eyes and lusty expressions, stroking and pumping their men, imagining probably the most perverse things in the world with those strippers.

While the guys in the audience didn't make much noise, the women sure did. A lot of whooping and hollering, cheering the dancers on. I heard one lady yell "Lets see that big dick of yours!" Another one yelled, "Pump that cock, baby, pump it!" You could hear little whistles and cat calls. One woman shouted, "I wanna see some hot action, boys!" Another yelled, "Isn't anyone gonna fuck anyone tonight?" And then one more called out, "Blowjob, blowjob, blowjob blowjob!" And that's when more of the women in the audience started chanting, "Blowjob, blowjob blowjob!!"