Mr Kims' Stripper

The autumn evening had a chill that was only complicated by the breeze that cut through his gray blazer. Mr. Kim was finally finished with his evening meetings, and the darken streets of Philadelphia became his only chance for escape.

In Korea, he would have went straight home to his wife and son, quietly ate dinner, read the paper and went to bed, to stare at the ceiling till the whole thing started over the next day. They never seemed to talk much these days, and he was certain that his wife knew what the issue was. It could never be spoken though. Not in Korea.

The streets became dirtier and the nightclubs throbbed with hip-hop rhythms and red neon. His mind filled with his desire, with the thoughts of strong black men sweating and grinding to the music. He was tired of being in control at home, at work. He wanted to be controlled now.

He found a strip club that he had read about in a gay travel guide, and entered with a hopeful look. Brushing back his jet-black hair and straightening his jacket, he was greeted by a doorman that explained the rules of the club and took a cover fee from him. He pushed past the heavy purple curtains and into a humid cramped room filled with businessmen, men in their late forties and smooth muscle men in silk boxers. They seemed oblivious to their state of undress as they chatted and moved close to the men that were there to see them. In a darkened corner, a man was getting a lap dance from a Latino who seemed on the edge of bliss as he ground his hips just inches from his face. Mr. Kim figured this would do fine.

As he sat at the bar, a short Italian guy with a tattoo came up and introduced himself as Angelo. Mr. Kim smiled and looked him over. He was so bulky, he could barely put his arms at his side. His boxers were bulged and it was obvious that he was very well hung.

"Good things come in small packages." Said Angelo suggestively. Mr. Kim declined and Angelo shrugged his shoulders and went across the room to chat with a handsome black man in a suit. Mr. Kim looked on as the thick black fingers ran up the back of Angelo's thigh and under the silky fabric. They finally got up and moved to a private dance area. Angelo gave him a wink as they left the room.

The lights came up slightly as gravely voiced black man walked onto the small stage with a microphone.

"Thank you for being here tonight gentleman. As you know, every second Tuesday we have our dance off give away. Our beefy boys here put on a show here and the tips they receive is tallied up to determine the best dancer. Proceeds go to a local charity, and one lucky man will get a private dance from our winner. Remember to give generously."

A fellow with a roll of tickets came around and sold them for a dollar a piece for a chance at getting a free private dance. Mr. Kim dug into his pocket and purchased his ticket. The show began.

The music bounced and lights flashed as seven men ran out to the stage in workman overalls waving their arms and smiling. Men in the audience called out and cheered as the men on stage ground and slowly stripped out of the overalls. There seemed to be every kind of man , dark and light, blond and red haired and even an Asian man acted like he had always been on a stage. As the overalls came off, Mr. Kim stared in amazement at the tall black man in the front center. His overalls stayed on almost till the end, and with one smooth move, reached down, grabbed the crotch, and ripped the suit loose, revealing that the suit was barely held together with Velcro and tape. They were all in different colored boxers, with snaps along the sides. Slowly the snaps were undone, and one by one each dancer moved to the front and did their routine. The black stripper moved to the front finally and stripped down to a fiery red thong that was stuffed tight. Mr. Kim could see the outline of the balls and cock, and the drops of sweat that stained the pouch. He nearly dropped his drink when the dancer went to the edge of the stage and bucked his hips, practically flinging sweat and that red patch out to the cheering audience.

The dancers all made their rounds to the crowd, getting tips stuffed into the straps and pouches, till the music faded away and they returned to the stage. The announcer returned to the stage and each dancer emptied their tips into separate trays provided by the waiters. Bills slipped slowly from the straps, occasionally licked and smelled by the dancers who showed their approval with grins and rolling eyes. The counting began.

The count was finally totaled and the announcer grinned, and presented the winner. Moving his finger from one end of the line to the other, he pointed to the black dancer.

"The Winner is...Jackhammer!"

The crowd cheered as he waved and wiped the sweat from his face.

"Now comes the time you pick the winner of tonight's drawing."

The hat was put in front of Jackhammer, and he dug deep into the pile of tickets. Pulling one from the hat, he handed is to the announcer.

"And the lucky man is number 00278"

There was a hush in the room as the men looked at the tickets, followed by a few groans and sighs. It took a second for it to sink in, but Mr. Kim finally looked down at the ticket sitting on the bar next to his drink. The numbers were 00278. His eyes widened and he raised it high above his head, smiling sheepishly.

"There's our winner! Go on up there Jackhammer and give our lucky winner his prize!"

As the crowd applauded and cheered, Jackhammer worked his way to the bar.

"You ready?" he said in a deep smooth voice. Mr. Kim nodded and he took the strong hand and followed the glistening man to the private dance area.

Mr. Kim took a seat on the soft couch and loosened his tie, as Jackhammer closed the door slowly and turned to him. His skin was so dark and smooth, and it was obvious that he was shaved from head to toe. He walked slowly and deliberately to the couch and kneeled in front of him. His strong hands slid along the legs of the slacks until he reached the knees, and slowly pushed them apart. Mr. Kim began to sweat, and his hands shook as he touched the broad shoulders. Jackhammers face hung inches above his crotch, inhaling and moving his way up to his chest, until they came face to face. With their lips inches away, Jackhammer finally licked his own lips and spoke.

"So, what's your name baby? What do you like?" and then smiled.

Mr. Kim mumbled, cleared his dry throat and responded.

"My name is Kim, Lee Kim. I'm from Korea."

"Lee? It's nice to meet you Lee. You can call me Jack."

"Uh, Hi Jack. What can we do?"

Jack smiled and tried to be cool while he explained what they could and couldn't do. Sucking and fucking wasn't allowed, but he could touch as long as it wasn't penetration or masturbation. You can jack off, but you can't jack him off. It seemed reasonable, but it would be hard.

The music from the bar was loud and he watched as Jack swayed and ground his way to a standing position. Mesmerized, he stared as Jack bucked and shook, getting closer and closer. Turning, Lee could get a complete view of his ass and the thong diving into the mounds of beautiful ass. Jack's thumbs came back and took the hip straps, pushing them down half way.

"Go ahead, pull them down anyway you want."

His hands still shaking, he ran his hands up over the ass, and hooked his index fingers into the waistband. He slowly pulled, watching the thong give up its grip and roll down over the black mounds, until the thong was about mid thigh. He leaned forward slightly and let his lips graze the skin, until his breath raised Goosebumps on the smooth skin. Jack stepped off the couch and peeled the thong the rest of the way down. Looking back, he let it drop on his shoulders, tumbling down his back and into Lee's lap.

"A souvenir." And he chuckled to himself.

Lee took up the thong and ran it over Jacks back and under his ass to his sweating balls. Putting it to his face, he smelled the strong funk and sweat, and then stuffed it into his pocket. The music changed and Jack's ass swayed, while his back arched and dipped, swinging his balls and cock back between his legs.

Lee felt the wet cock slap against his shirt and occasionally under chin. He wanted to see it, and whispered quietly for Jack to turn around, almost begging.

Jack turned and stepped up onto the couch. Swinging his hips from side to side, Lee watched as Jack's thick cock and balls moved like a pendulum. He was truly shaved completely, and the thick veins ran up his dick into his groin. The foreskin was tight, and the tip of the head peeked out, with a wet drop of precum glistening at the slit. Lee reached out, but Jack caught his hand and laughed.

"No, you can't do that."

"Please Jack. Let me touch it. Let me taste it."

"No, I could loose my job and we could get in trouble."

Lee thought for a moment, staring at the head. "Can I tell you what to do?"

"Sure Baby, what you want to see Papa Jack do?"

"Pull back the skin, slowly, so I can see it move"

Jack reached down and pushed the skin down till it bunched up, pulling the skin back until the slick head was completely exposed. Lee watched, his face inches away. Unable to maintain, he dug into his slacks and pulled out his cock. Jack grinned and reached down to unbutton the lower buttons of his white shirt, flinging his tie to the side. Lee unbuckled his belt and he was naked from chest to balls, pulling and straining at his cock. His breath became a gasp and he started to shine from his own sweat. Jack watched as Lee became almost strung out watching his foreskin pulling back and forth.

Stepping forward a little on the couch, Jack moved up enough that Lee could see his ass and balls above him. He danced and pulled at his cock, his sweat pouring off and dripping off his body. Crouching just low enough, he would run his ass against Lee's cock, and come back just enough to drag his dick over his face. Lee twisted and groaned, his mouth open and tongue out, in hopes of running it across Jack's skin.

Jack finally couldn't resist the temptation, and finally dipped low with his cock aimed for Lee's mouth, sinking in about 5 inches. Startled, Lee's eyes opened wide and stared up into Jack's face. Unhinged, he sucked and licked madly until Jack pulled back up, wobbling slightly above the bliss filled man. Smiling and realizing that he had already broken a rule, he dropped down to his knees, and stuffed Lee's mouth full of cock. Grunting and squirming, Lee sucked while his hand pistoned madly on his cock. Jack pulled at his dick while Lee was smothered in his balls and ass, digging his tongue in every crevasse.

Jack finally stood up, high above Lee's face, and pulled at his cock, holding his balls in a vice grip. His legs shook violently and his cock exploded in a scorching hot white arc, followed by several more streams until the last shots ran over his knuckles and over his balls. Lee felt the hot load landing onto his face and chest, soiling his suit and shirt. Some landed on his upper lip and tongue, and he licked at it as he got closer. Jack lowered his balls and ass down to his mouth and Lee burst, shooting his load on Jack's ass and back.

Pulling himself from out from under Jack, he pushed the dancer into the couch with the sweet ass in the air, licking his load from the dark skin until the beautiful round ass was clean and wet with his saliva. Jack finally turned around and sat on the edge of the couch with his face close to Lee's, grinning.

"Come back any time."

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written by salsatronic