Forbidden Fruit

I recently returned from a trip to Toronto. It was my first trip to 
Canada, and I was bursting with excitement. I'm from a small town in 
the United States, so I was looking forward to visiting our friendly 
neighbors to the north. I will admit, however, that I was a little 
bit nervous as well. The town where I live has about 20,000 people, 
so it's fairly small by most standards. And the thought of visiting 
a town of 3.5 million was a little intimidating. Hell. Who am I 
kidding? The thought was VERY intimidating. Before I arrived, I had 
visions of a huge city, full of rude, obnoxious people. I envisioned 
a place with lots trash and graffiti, and I just knew I'd be shot at 
any given moment. boy was I surprised. Toronto proved to be the 
exact opposite of everything I expected and envisioned. Toronto was 
completely safe. There was very little, if any, trash or graffiti, 
and the people there were very polite and friendly. It is a very 
impressive city.

One of the things I was looking forward to during my trip to 
Toronto was to have some sort of truly unique experience. I wanted 
to have the kind of experience I could never, ever have in the small, 
southern state where I live. You see, there isn't a very prominent 
gay community in my state. Most gay people I know have to live their 
life in the closet for fear of being ostracized by their family and 
friends, so there aren't a lot of opportunities for gay men to sort 
of cut loose and live it up. I guess you could say I was looking 
for a uniquely "gay" experience. Something that would help me 
remember my trip to Toronto for years to come. Believe it or not, I 
had such an experience. And it came on a Sunday night at one of 
Toronto's most notorious gay strip clubs. The club shall remain 
nameless, of course, to protect the innocent. Wink…Wink.

When I went to this strip club, I was hoping to see lots and 
lots of beautiful, buff men. I wanted to go to this club and be gay 
without having to worry about what anyone thought of me. This club 
provided the perfect atmosphere for a quiet, rather shy, southern, 
gay man to cut loose and have a good time. It was awesome!

When I walked in, the first thing that caught my attention 
was the totally naked guy dancing on the stage. I couldn't help but 
smile at my good fortune for having come here. Since it was a Sunday 
night, the place wasn't terribly crowded, and I was glad about that. 
I'm just always more comfortable when there isn't a large crowd 
around. I find it easier to relax and be myself.

I found an empty table by the wall, sat down, ordered a drink 
and prepared to enjoy the show on the stage. The guy dancing on stage 
was gorgeous. He didn't have much rhythm, but I'm suspecting they 
didn't really hire him for his ability to move to the beat of the 
music. I feel quite certain his employment with this establishment 
was due entirely to his hard pecs, washboard abs, and the 8 inches he 
was sporting between his legs. Yeah, I'm thinking that's probably 
what got him the job.

Each guy would dance on stage for two or three songs, during 
which they would get completely naked. After a dancer was done on 
stage, he would go backstage, put on a pair of skimpy underwear, and 
then come back and wander through the audience. Dancers would stop 
and talk with different patrons trying to get guys to buy table 
dances or lap dances. You could almost tell who the regulars were 
because the dancers seemed to give them some extra attention. Every 
now and then you would see a guy get up and follow a dancer through a 
door that led upstairs to several rooms used for private lap dances. 
When the guy's private dance was over, he'd come back out to the main 
bar wearing a grin from ear to ear. Much like the proverbial cat 
that swallowed the proverbial canary. There wasn't a doubt in 
anyone's mind that this guy just had the time of his life.

As each dancer appeared on stage, the patrons were encouraged 
to approach the stage and tip the dancers. Although I'd never been 
to a gay strip club, I've been to many straight strip clubs in my 
life, so I am very familiar with tipping dancers. I am also familiar 
with requesting lap dances. It's very simple. Once you've tipped 
any dancer (male or female) he/she will usually bend down, give you a 
peck on the cheek, and thank you. Once they've bent down, you simply 
ask them to join you after they're done on stage. That's all there 
is to it.

Since I was looking for a unique experience, I was determined 
that I was going to have a lap dance before the night was over. The 
only problem I was having was trying to decide which dancer to 
choose. They were ALL beautiful, buff, and hot, hot, hot. So you 
can see my problem. Right? I didn't have to wait long for a 
solution to my problem. As soon as "Joey" took the stage, I knew who 
my private dancer was going to be.

The minute Joey took the stage my tongue started wagging. He 
was wearing baggy jeans, a sweatshirt, and a baseball cap turned 
backwards. He had the quintessential jock look, and it worked well 
for him. Let's just say the boy had it goin' on and I was starting 
to sport some serious wood.

After about a song and a half, Joey was completely naked. He 
had a body that could make grown men weep. Joey's ass especially 
mesmerized me. One thing I've figured out about myself is that I'm 
an ass man. I love to look at a guy's ass. There is something about 
a firm, round butt that just gets my crank turning. And Joey's ass 
was one of the best I'd ever laid my eyes on.

As the object of my lust was coming to end of his 
performance, I took a $5 bill from my pocket and walked to the 
stage. He danced over, stood with his balls about six inches from my 
face, and proceeded to shake them right above my nose. I thought I 
would cream in my pants right then and there! When he finished 
torturing me, he bent down, took the tip I offered, and gave me a 
sweet peck on the check. Although I was in lust overload, I did 
manage to ask Joey to join me when he was done. He agreed, and I 
tried to walk nonchalantly back to my table. Well, as nonchalantly 
as one can walk with a hard on.

When Joey was finished with his dance, he came over to my 
table and asked me if I was ready. I stammered an "uh huh" and got 
up to follow him. After his dance, he'd changed into a pair of skin 
tight, lycra shorts. So as he led me up the stairs to the private 
rooms, I had the perfect the view of his phenomenal butt. And all I 
could think to myself was, "hot digidy dog!" I knew I was about to 
have me some fun.

When we got upstairs, Joey led me to one of the private 
rooms. They were terribly small. They couldn't have been more than 
two feet by two feet. They were just big enough for two people to 
squeeze into. And they were dark…VERY dark. The only light coming 
in was from the main hallway.

As they music started, Joey got naked, and I got an immediate 
hard on. He started bumping and grinding to the music. Since I was 
paying for a "lap dance" he naturally started by sitting his perfect 
ass in my lap. He slid up and down my torso, and I swear I began 
salivating. He bent forward as much as the tiny room allowed and 
stuck his butt right in my face. I couldn't help but get caught up 
in the moment. It's like I became a man possessed. Because just as 
soon as Joey stuck his butt in my face, I spread his butt cheeks 
apart and began licking him. I figured that if that wasn't allowed, 
he would tell me. Right? Well, apparently it was okay with Joey 
because he never said a word. And if it was okay with him, it was 
okay with me.

I couldn't believe this was happening. I just licked and tongued 
Joey's butt until he withdrew himself from my tongue and turned 
around. I began rubbing up and down his body with my hands. He had 
a perfect body. I loved the way his sweaty body felt. I must have 
touched every square inch of his body. It was like I was trying to 
memorize all of his features with my hands and commit them to memory.

By this point, I wasn't the only one with a hard on. As I 
continued to rub and worship Joey's body, he stuck his fully erect, 
uncut penis right at the edge of my lips. I didn't think twice. I 
opened my mouth and engulfed his entire erection. It was my first 
experience giving a blowjob, and I hoped I was doing it right. I 
couldn't believe I was finally getting to taste the forbidden fruit 
I'd been longing for my whole life.

I sucked on Joey until he pulled out of my mouth and offered his butt 
again. I spent the next 20 minutes alternating between Joey's butt 
and cock, trying my absolute best to imitate all the actors I'd 
watched in countless porn movies. When our encounter was over, I 
paid Joey the $100 I owed him and left the club. Like all the men 
before me, I know I must have walked out of the back room with the 
same cat-who-swallowed-the-canary grin pasted all over my face.

I'm back home in my small, southern state now. I'm back to 
the grind that has become my daily life. Unfortunately, there aren't 
many Joeys where I live, so I'm not likely to repeat my experience of 
that memorable Sunday evening in Toronto. That's okay though. I've 
still got the memories, and sometimes they can be just as good. 
Okay, maybe I'm kidding myself, but what's a gay guy living in the 
middle of nowhere supposed to do, move to Toronto? Hey, now there's 
a thought…