The crowd was howling with laughter. I stood there, mic in one hand, beer bottle in the other and examined them. I had the biggest of grins on my face. I couldn't see much with the lights in my eyes and the audience in darkness but their laughter, bending double and slamming tables told me all I needed to know. I had used up all my good material so I decided I would just duck out. Always leave them wanting more, you know?
"My name is David Andies and you guys have been a wonderful fucking audience!" I shouted into the mic as I reset it in the stand. I stepped off stage and the crowd burst in to applause and whistling.
Mandy, the MC, was standing just off stage. She looked at me, her mouth wide open.
"Honestly dude, I did not expect you to be so fucking funny!" she said. She was just staring at me, not blinking.
I hadn't been to many open mic nights but none of them had gone like this. I could feel the adrenaline just fucking pumping through me. My heart felt like it was going to burst through my chest. I needed a piss, badly.
"Don't you go on to introduce the next act?" I asked, trying desperately to hold in my piss and not check Mandy out at the same time. She was my age, mid 30s, and had a great figure. Huge ass, lovely big boobs and curly black shoulder length hair. She was a good bit shorter than my 6 foot 2 so I had a lovely view of her cleavage. The things I'd do to her! The beer was definitely having an affect on me.
"Nah, dude. I don't think anyone can follow that for a while. I'll just say there's an intermission," she winked at me before bouncing back out on to the stage.
As I headed for the toilet I heard Mandy praise the shit out of me and announce a 30 minute hiatus on the comedy for people to get drinks, go for a smoke or whatever. She was letting some of the energy out of the room to give the next guy a bit of a chance.
Standing at the urinal with my cock out a bunch of college aged guys came in. They looked like Frat boys with their hats turned backwards. They recognized me and started hanging around me, telling me how funny I was, what a good set it was etc. I didn't want to seem impolite but I did have my cock out and was trying to piss.
"Hey guys, thanks for the compliments but how about I buy you some beers when we're all back at the bar? I am trying to take a leak here!" I suggested. They took the hint and agreed. Though not before one of the guys looked down to see my dick.
"Holy shit dude, what do you feed that thing?!" That made them all look. Now, instead of my comedy, they were fascinated by my cock. I've zero issues with how anyone wants to live their life or wherever they wanna stick their whatever but I'm straight. I love big tits and big asses and I'm not ashamed to admit it. Plus, my cock has gotten this reaction before, though usually from women.
"Thanks guys, I grew it myself," I said stuffing it back in my pants and trying to laugh the attention off. "See you back at the bar, yeah?" I pushed past them to wash my hands and leave.
"Hey buddy, do you want a bump?" One of the frat boys offered as I was leaving.
"Not tonight, thanks! Maybe next time!"
Back at the bar, I was ordering another beer when Mandy tapped me on the shoulder. I looked around but she was looking past me. She nodded at the bartender and two beers appeared in front of us. I tried to pay but Mandy said they were on her. I offered my bottle for a clink.
"Cheers," I said. She reciprocated and took a swig. She never broke eye contact. Badass.
I looked around the joint, it was small but kinda classy. Ok, less classy and more dingy, but not entirely dingy! The walls were black with red waves painted on them and the ubiquitous photos of famous stand-ups who had passed through these hallowed gallows. The beer, my desire for Mandy and my heart-rate was inhibiting my game.
"So, you been doing this long?" I asked, desperate to continue the conversation.
"Yeah, a few years now. It pays the bills and it's the kind of hours I like to work. Plus, I dig funny guys." she smirked. I nearly choked on my beer.
"Do you now?" I replied, trying to act cool.
"Yeah, and we're close to the college so business is usually pretty good." I nodded along. "So have YOU been doing this long?" She waved her hand in the general direction of the stage.
"Comedy? Oh, this is my fourth open night. First one here and none of the others went as well as this one. Maybe cos you weren't there?" She smiled slyly. I was 100% sure she could see straight through my bullshit. But hopefully she felt the same.
Mandy ordered more drinks and while her back was turned the Frat boys from the restroom showed up. They were still slapping my back and calling me dude. They looked high and drunk. I doubt if they'd remember any of my set the next night. I felt a million years old compared to these guys. But I honored my promise and ordered them a round of drinks.
From out of nowhere, the Frat boys produced a young woman, barely 21 years old and tiny. Well, not tiny everywhere, maybe a C cup, but slim, big eyed and iron-straight blonde hair. But she was not even close to Mandy's, which were about DDD. She looked nervous, possibly drunk.
"Hi, are you ok?" I tried to sound encouraging.
"I heard you have a big one", she said quietly. The frat boys burst out laughing. Her face reddened but she kept looking at me. Then looked at my crotch, then back to me. I raised my eyebrows.
"A big...?" I asked, not believing she was actually talking about that.
"COCK" she practically shouted. The frat boys howled some more. She looked at them then back at me. Usually the women I hooked up with were way closer to my age.
"Ok. And say I do, what then?" I really wanted out of this conversation but didn't know how to extricate myself. And of course that's when Mandy joins in, she handed me a full bottle of beer.
"Who are there lovely, young people David?" she was smiling but I could tell she was happy. I tried to play it off as coolly as I could.
"They're just saying how much they enjoyed the show" I said.
"Yeah," one of the Frat boys shouted, "the show in the john!"
"You put on a show in the restroom?" Mandy said, raising an eyebrow.
"I was taking a leak and..." I started.
"Man, this guy is hung!" one of the drunker Frat boys shouted. "He's got a fucking anaconda in his pants!"
"One of the biggest I've ever seen," said another.
"We told Kendra about it and she wanted to see for herself. So come on, dude, whip it out!" the guy who saw it first said.
I looked at Mandy, pleading. I wanted to hook up with her and I had a pretty good feeling that if I showed this group my johnson she'd bail.
"I'm sorry guys, that's not my thing," I said trying to turn away. To my surprise Mandy stood still.
"Are you sure?" she said, folding her arms under her huge breasts, making them test the fabric of the top she was wearing. This really threw me for a loop.
"Well, I wouldn't mind showing you... but not in public! And let's be honest guys," I said looking at the Frat boys, "You've already had a look."
"If you can show me, you can show her," Mandy said, nodding at Kendra.
"Will this affect my chances...?" before I could finish Mandy was pulling me backstage. Kendra came following after, tottering in her high heel shoes.
So there we were, the three of us in the tiny, bare dressing room I had been about thirty minutes before. Mandy seemed kinda pissed and Kendra was still looking high.
"Ok, out with it," Mandy ordered.
"Y'know, I hoped we'd hook up tonight but didn't think it'd go like this," I said, joking. Mandy didn't look impressed. "In fact, before I do whip it out... did I have a chance?"
"Quit the yakking!" Mandy said, slapping me playfully on the chest.
"Ok, ok!" I said, unbuckling my belt and opening and unzipping my jeans.
I shook them down to my knees so they could get a view of what I/it looked like in my tight white boxer shorts. Kendra squealed but I didn't really care about her reaction. I looked up at Mandy. She was staring right at my bulging underwear.
She glanced up at me. "And the rest!"
I paused. "Hang on, if I measure up, will you book me in for another night?" Always gotta be hustling, you know!
"We'll see when we see!" Mandy waggled her finger, telling me to pull down the boxers.
I peeled the underwear off me, down to meet my jeans at the knee. While still bent over, I jerked my flaccid cock a few times, letting it decompress after being squashed in the boxers. I stood up straight, clenched my butt cheeks and pushed my hips slightly forward. I wanted to give a good first impression.