My Sister's X-Boyfriend, Greg, Part III

heJust as we were all leaving, Greg asked Harold & Mike if they had an extra “guest ticket’’ to the party that Greg told me was going to take me to on Saturday night. Mike replied he didn’t have anymore, but that he was more than welcome to bring me since the rules allow every member to bring a guest. Mike said that since he and Harold were two of the hosts that month, he would be happy to add my name to the guest list. Greg thanked Mike and gladly slipped him $100.00 for the cost of my ticket which I though was outrageous. Seeing my concern ,Greg later whispered in my ear not to worry because the party included the cost of the dinner and that it was well worth the price. He added that once a month some of the gay guys who live in his apartment building hold a party in the penthouse on the top floor.

Again, my curiously got the best of me so I asked Greg what kind of party we were going to. But Greg just smiled and said, “Scotty, I told you-- it’s a “Special Party---you’ll see sweetheart--I want to surprise you,” as he gave me a quick kiss on my lips. With that, I didn’t press Greg anymore, but I was still curious as hell. However, I figured I would find out soon enough anyway given the party was the following night.

After we paid our bill, we chatted for a few minutes out on the sidewalk and then everyone parted ways. John seeing a cab coming down the street, waved it down. Me, Greg and Ralph got in the back. John hopped in the front. We went about 12 blocks to a night club just off of Halstand St., a popular gay area of town. Little did I know that within a few hours, my life as I knew it, would change forever.

When we walked into club, the place was packed. John, Ralph and Greg recognized at least twenty people or so as we squeezed our way down to the middle of the bar . Of course Greg and Ralph introduced me to everyone of their acquaintances. Given I was under the drinking age, a red bracelet was strapped around my wrist by the doorman. Greg estimated there were about 350 guys or so who had turned out for the event. Most were older guys like between 40-60.

Greg then explained that a lot young guys normally frequented the place at night, but since this was a fund-raiser and it was being held in the afternoon, mostly older men who were into things like the men’s choir showed up to lend their support. However there were some guys both my and Greg’s age there too. One of the men sponsoring the event, Sandy recognized Greg right away and immediately came over to welcome us .

Sandy explained that they had about 25 volunteers who offered to strip down to their g-strings and dance around in hopes of meeting their goal of $5000. But so far they only raised about a third of the money that they had hoped for. Sandy added one of the problems was that most of the strippers were all well known on Halstade St. and therefore the crowd wasn’t as enthused or motivated to stuff their g-strings with anything larger than one dollar bills.

Given we were at an intermission break, me, Greg, Ralph and Sandy just stood around and talked. Ralph kept sneaking me cokes spiked with rum so that no one could tell I was drinking alcohol.

When the third act began about 20 minutes later, I was a little buzzed from the two drinks I had already downed. Actually, I thought the strippers were pretty damn hot because I had never seen anything like it. Each guy would start off dancing in his clothes and then he would eventually strip down to nothing but his g-string as he pranced around the crowd soliciting money to be stuffed in his strap.

It took about an hour to finish the third performance. About eight guys danced to three songs each. Sandy told us that there was only one more performance left and so far they had only raised a little more than half the money they expected. We could see the happy, but somewhat disappointed look on Sandy’s face at the same time. So, Ralph and Greg each kicked in $50 bucks and I pulled a twenty dollar bill out of my pocket just to make Sandy feel that we were doing our part.

During the last intermission and after the house lights came back up, the DJ played “Celebrate (Good Times) ”, by Kool and The Gang. Well that was one of mom’s favorite oldies and she use to play it all the time so I could dance to it when I was a little kid.

Given I had about four rums & cokes in me by now, I was feeling pretty loose so I started shaking my hips and dancing to the tune in front of Greg and Ralph. Before I knew it, not only were Greg and Ralph egging me on, but so were some patrons who were standing around us. One man even shouted out, “ You Go. Guy!”

Greg exclaimed with a huge smile, “Yea, you go Scott”! Then Ralph echoed Greg’s words. Before I knew it, several other guys were echoing the same words. So, I just kept on dancing. Then more and more people yelled out at me to keep dancing. It wasn’t but about 20 seconds later when a number of patrons started yelling for me to, “take if off”. Greg stepped behind me and unbuttoned my shirt while I kept dancing. Needless to say, the crowd went wild and all of a sudden the entire place was looking at us.

Sandy couldn’t believe his eyes at what was suddenly happening. He quickly grabbed the mic and exclaimed to the crowd: “OK, gang--this is Scott--before he takes it off for you, you all need to get those green backs out you’ve been hiding in your wallet.”

Greg reassured me when he whispered in my ear, “God Scotty, the crowd loves you--wait until they see you in those skimpy cheetah bikinis you’re wearing--just play alone and let’s see if we can raise some money to help Sandy out”.

I didn’t say a word because I was too busy shaking my hips, but Greg knew I heard him and was willing to play along. Even though I grew up in a very conservative environment, I wanted to let loose for once-- and especially since it was for a good cause.

By this time the crowd was so loud and I was so tipsy , I didn’t care. I let Greg take my shirt all the way off. I kept right on dancing as people began to wave money at me. But the crowd wanted more, so Greg unbuttoned my pants and the crowd went wild when they saw me in my cheetah bikinis . Ralph quickly knelt down and took my shoes and socks off. Greg pulled down my jeans and Ralph helped pull them off. Before I knew it, I was dancing in nothing but my bikinis as the men began to stuff money in them. There was so much money that Sandy followed behind me and put it into a bucket because some of it was falling out. By now I was so encouraged, I took off and started dancing around the place as the crowd went wild. Everyone was yelling, “ Go Scott, Go! Go Scott, Go!”

So I just did exactly what the strippers did before me and started hugging and flirting with the men as I pranced around the dance floor & bar wiggling my ass off for everyone to see.

Just as the money was really beginning to roll in, the song ended. But Sandy yelled over to the DJ in almost a panic to play the song over again. So, I kept right on dancing. As I waltzed around the nightclub, I could see my thin elastic band was being stuffed with mostly 5’s and 10’s, and even a few 20’s rather than just one dollar bills. There were even a couple of 50’s. Greg stuffed my underwear with a crisp twenty so as to keep encouraging me.

When the song finally ended after the second time, the crowed gave me a huge applause. It was so loud, one could hardly hear. Sandy quickly beamed out over the mic, “Hey everyone--did you like Scott?”

Everyone yelled back. “YEAAAA”. Sandy then asked again enthusiastically, “Are You Sure?” Once again the crowed yelled out only louder with a thunderous, “YEAAAAAAAAAAAA”.

The next thing I knew, the music kicked back on with the song, “YMCA” which was another favorite of my mom’s. I went right back to dancing just where I left off as Sandy directed me to work the other side of the night club. Again my bikini began to get stuffed all over again. And of course Sandy followed right behind with a bucket to pick up the money that was spilling out of them.

By the time the song was over, my briefs were stuffed with money and the bucket was once again full. I got another rowdy ovation. But by now, I was tired and ready to quit. Besides I felt really strange standing in a public place with 350 men or so looking at my almost naked body. But I knew Greg was very proud of me for being such a good sport about the whole thing. I ran over to Greg and of course he gave me a giant hug & kiss in front of everyone. This of course caused the crowd to give us a booming ovation.

Greg and Ralph quickly helped me put my clothes back on. Sandy came over right way and gave me a giant hug and couldn’t thank me enough. No sooner had I put all my clothes on and stroked my hair back to normal with my fingers when I couldn’t count the number of men that came over and “High Fived” me.

I guess if anyone ever had their fifteen minute of fame, it was me that day. Afterwards I stood directly in front of Greg, grabbed both of his hands from behind and wrapped them around my stomach while I held them in place with my hands. Now that I had done my thing , I just wanted to relax and be held tightly by my sweetheart. I wanted to come back down to earth.

As we both stood there, I could tell Greg was very proud of me because every so often he would plant a kiss on my neck from behind as we looked on and watched the final performancet begin.

Even without the sex, I felt so much better being with Greg than I did with my girlfriend or for that fact anyone in the world. I knew at that very moment my life had definitely taken turn for the better.

Once the show was over, Ralph slipped me another drink as about half the crowd began to clear out . Me, Greg, and Ralph just stood around and talked about what we wanted to do that night and the next day.

Greg wanted to go out to what I was sure was a really expensive steak house that night. But all wanted to do was go back to hiss place, take a shower, put on those leopard bikini briefs and let Greg fool around with me while we watched TV together.