My actual first time stripping

I pulled up to the sleek Nashville Airbnb in my beat up truck the late afternoon sun glinting off the cowboy hat perched on my dashboard. My heart hammered like a bass drum in my chest but my cock already half interested from the sheer thrill twitched against the brutally tight denim of my jeans. These Wranglers were painted on the faded blue fabric stretched so obscenely across my thick bulge that every shift of my hips made the heavy outline of my soft cock and plump balls impossible to ignore. The seam rode right up against my sack cradling my big low hanging nuts like a lewd display case. I adjusted myself one last time feeling the weight of my flaccid meat sway the denim doing nothing to hide the fat head or the vein that ran along the top. This was my first paid gig as a male stripper and damn if I was not going to make it unforgettable.

The house was a modern two story with wide windows and a porch perfect for summer nights. Music pulsed faintly from inside something with a dirty beat that already had my body wanting to move. I grabbed my small bag of props and knocked. The door flew open to reveal a living room packed with nine women in various states of tipsy excitement. They ranged from early twenties to mid forties all dressed for sin tight dresses hugging full tits and round asses crop tops showing underboob short skirts barely covering smooth thighs. A long table dominated the center absolutely covered in sex toys vibrators in every color and size realistic dildos with bulging veins and suction cup bases anal plugs glistening with lube clit suckers nipple clamps and bottles of massage oil. The air smelled like vanilla candles wine and pure female arousal.

Woo the cowboy is here one curvy redhead squealed her heavy breasts bouncing in a low cut tank top as she clapped. The others cheered eyes immediately dropping to my crotch. I could feel their gazes tracing the prominent ridge of my soft cock the way my balls filled out the denim like two ripe plums.

I hit play on my portable speaker and Nine Inch Nails I Want to Fuck You Like an Animal blasted through the room. The beat hit me low in the gut. I started slow rolling my hips in wide circles letting the tight jeans showcase every inch of my package. My hands ran down my chest popping the snaps on my plaid shirt one by one revealing my toned abs and the light trail of hair leading down. The women hooted one blonde in a tiny black dress leaning forward so her cleavage spilled out eyes locked on my bulge.

God look at that thing already she murmured biting her lip. Even soft it is huge.

I grinned under my hat turning to give them a side profile thrusting my hips so my cock flopped visibly against the fabric. The friction felt electric my soft shaft thickening just a fraction from the attention. I peeled the shirt off completely flexing my pecs and biceps then spun and bent over ass popping in those painted on jeans. The seam dug deliciously between my cheeks and I reached back to slap my own ass the sound sharp over the music.

Piece by piece I stripped. Boots kicked off belt unbuckled with a theatrical flourish. The jeans were the main event. I turned my back wiggling my hips as I inched them down revealing the top of my firm ass. The women went wild catcalls filling the air. Finally I faced them thumbs hooked in the waistband and shoved the denim down my thighs. My thick heavy cock sprang free swinging heavily between my legs completely soft but already an impressive seven inches girth like a beer can with a fat bulbous head and a pair of large pendulous balls hanging low in a smooth shaved sack. The room erupted in gasps and cheers.

I stood there naked except for the cowboy hat cock dangling letting them drink me in. The redhead was first her soft hand reaching out to cup my flaccid length lifting it gently. Her fingers felt warm exploratory tracing the thick vein along the top as it twitched in response.

Fuck his softy is bigger than my husbands hardon she laughed and the room dissolved into cackling delight. Another woman a petite brunette with perky tits barely contained by lace joined in her palm cradling my heavy balls rolling them softly feeling their weight.

They are so full she whispered reverently giving a gentle squeeze that sent a pulse of pleasure up my shaft. My cock thickened noticeably bobbing upward as blood began to flow. Like two big warm eggs.

I danced through the group moving to the beat my now semi hard cock swaying and slapping against my thighs. Hands were everywhere gentle strokes along my lengthening shaft fingers teasing the sensitive underside palms cupping and jiggling my balls. One curvy Latina with thick thighs in fishnets wrapped both hands around my cock stroking it slowly from base to tip marveling at how it grew to a full throbbing nine inches veiny and rock hard the head flushed deep purple and leaking a single glistening bead of precum.

Jesus it is massive she breathed thumb swirling over the slit to spread the wetness. I groaned low hips bucking instinctively but kept it teasing.

The energy built as I switched tracks to Dynamite. The upbeat rhythm had me flopping my now fully erect cock around with abandon. I danced right up to each woman slapping my heavy meat against their faces their cheeks flushing as the thick shaft bounced off soft skin with audible thwacks. One knelt briefly opening her mouth wide as I tapped the fat head against her tongue letting her taste the salty precum without sucking. Another had me smack it across her deep cleavage the weight of my cock making her tits jiggle hypnotically.

A tall athletic blonde with a ponytail grabbed my shaft mid slap rubbing the leaking tip against her hard nipples through her thin top. Can I have this huge cock molded into my new dildo she asked breathlessly eyes wide with lust. I need to feel this exact girth stretching me every night.

The request sent a fresh throb through me. Before I could answer the front door burst open. In walked the hostess arms loaded with bottles of wine and tequila her cheeks flushed from the effort. She was stunning curvy hips in tight jeans a low cut blouse showing ample cleavage long dark hair cascading down. She squealed Yay the cock is here already Then her eyes met mine as she set the bottles down and reached up to remove my cowboy hat.

Erica. My coworker. The special education assistant at the school where I taught. Time froze for a second her fingers brushing my hair our gazes locking in shocked recognition. My naked rock hard cock stood proudly between us still glistening from all the attention balls tight with arousal.

I leaned in quickly kissing her cheek softly my breath warm against her ear. If you do not say anything I will not. She nodded biting her lip a flush creeping down her neck toward her breasts. The professional tension crackled with something far dirtier now.

The party roared back to life. Erica popped open bottles pouring shots as the women cheered. Soon they had me lying back on the couch my massive erection pointing straight up like a lewd flagpole. One by one they took body shots off my cock. A shot of tequila poured along the length pooling at the base near my balls. The redhead licked it up slowly her tongue dragging from my heavy sack all the way to the throbbing tip swirling around the head and sucking the last drops. I moaned hips twitching the sensation pure fire wet heat on my most sensitive skin.

Erica went next her eyes sparkling with mischief as she poured wine directly onto my slit. It dripped down the veiny shaft coating my balls. She lapped it eagerly her lips brushing the underside tongue flicking the frenulum in teasing circles. Mmm even better than the toys she purred her breath hot against my pulsing meat. The other women laughed and joined in comparing my real cock to the silicone ones on the table.

Look at this realistic dildo one said holding up a veiny monster. It is close but nothing beats the heat and the way it throbs. She pressed it alongside my actual cock the two shafts rubbing together warm flesh versus cool silicone. Hands measured stroked compared girths. Fingers traced every ridge on mine noting how my cock jumped when they squeezed the base making the head swell bigger.

Erica ever the efficient hostess brought out molding kits. Six custom vibrators coming right up ladies The process was exquisitely intimate. I stood in the center again cock rock hard and oiled lightly for the molds. The women took turns. First warm alginate mixture was prepared thick slippery like liquid silk. Erica herself held the tube around my shaft her fingers steadying the base as they poured the cool gooey substance over my throbbing erection.

It enveloped me completely a tight wet sleeve hugging every vein every contour of my fat head and the thick root where it met my smooth balls. The sensation was maddening constricting yet slick like being buried in warm eager flesh without movement. I groaned deeply muscles tensing as they waited for it to set hands still fondling my balls teasing my nipples whispering filthy compliments.

Feel how it pulses inside the mold a woman cooed her palm cupping my sack and lifting it while the mixture cured. Another traced a finger around the exposed base feeling me leak more precum into the mold. Ericas eyes never left mine her own arousal evident in her hardened nipples and flushed chest. She made sure each of the six molds captured every explicit detail the prominent coronal ridge the way my urethra slit gaped slightly when fully erect the heavy hang of my balls.

Each mold took time and between them the teasing continued. Cock slaps to faces and tits slow handjobs that edged me mercilessly without release ball worship where mouths kissed and licked the wrinkled skin sucking one nut then the other into warm wetness. Tongues traced the seam of my sack. Fingers explored the sensitive skin behind my balls. The air was thick with perfume wine and the musky scent of my aroused cock.

Hours blurred in a haze of erotic indulgence. I danced again my molded and teased erection never fully softening slapping against eager palms and soft cheeks. The women signed up enthusiastically for Ericas pyramid scheme buying toys left and right all while my massive dick served as the ultimate demonstration model. Erica and I shared secret heated glances our professional worlds colliding in the most forbidden cock worshipping way.

Later that night back home I explained everything to Ashley. She listened eyes wide then pulled me close. I knew the booker was from our community. No more locals okay This cock is too special to risk.

The night had started with such raw exhibitionist energy my body on full display for those eager women who could not keep their hands or eyes off my thick swinging meat. Every dance move sent my heavy cock flopping and bouncing the weight of it pulling deliciously at my groin as blood surged making it swell thicker and longer with each passing minute. The redhead kept returning to cup my balls feeling them churn and tighten under her gentle massage her fingers rolling the smooth skin in ways that made my shaft pulse visibly for the whole room to see. She would lift them up pressing them against the base of my cock comparing their size to the largest dildos on the table noting how my sack hung lower and fuller than any silicone version.

The petite brunette loved tracing the veins along my now rigid length her fingernail lightly scraping from the root all the way to the swollen head where precum continued to ooze in slow sticky droplets. She would collect it on her fingertip and smear it around the crown making the skin glisten under the living room lights. Each touch built the pressure inside me a scientific buildup of arousal chemicals flooding my system turning my cock into this throbbing monument of male desire that they all wanted to study and replicate.

The Latina woman with those fishnet covered thighs pressed her body close during one dance segment grinding her hip against my erection so the heat of her skin transferred directly to my most sensitive flesh. My cock slid along her thigh leaving a wet trail of precum as I moved to the rhythm slapping it back and forth between her and the next woman in line. The sounds were obscene wet fleshy impacts mixed with their giggles and moans of appreciation.

When the molding began it became an extended ritual of sensory overload. For the first mold Erica positioned the tube herself her soft hands wrapping around my base to hold me steady as the cool mixture poured down. The contrast between the warm throbbing heat of my erection and the setting goo created this intense hugging sensation that made every vein stand out in sharp relief. I could feel my pulse beating against the confines the way my cock tried to expand further but was held perfectly in shape for the perfect replica. The women watched mesmerized some of them touching themselves lightly through their clothes as they observed the process.

Between sets they would clean me off with warm cloths and oiled hands stroking me back to full hardness each time. One woman in particular focused on the underside of my shaft where the frenulum met the head flicking her tongue rapidly there until my hips jerked uncontrollably. The pleasure built in waves never cresting into release but keeping me on that exquisite edge where my balls felt heavy and full ready to burst but held back by the playful rules of the party.

Erica participated more than the others after our initial shock her touches lingering a bit longer her eyes meeting mine with that shared secret that made everything feel even more forbidden and hot. She would pour the shots directly from the bottle letting the liquid cascade over my cockhead and run in rivulets down the shaft pooling around my balls before she dove in with her mouth open wide lapping and sucking every drop. Her tongue was expert at finding the spots that made me groan deepest the places where nerves fired like electrical circuits sending sparks through my entire body.

The comparisons went on for what felt like hours holding my real cock next to toy after toy measuring length girth and even the curve. They noted how my erection had this natural upward angle perfect for hitting certain spots and how the head flared wider than most models. Fingers would press into the firm flesh testing the resilience the way it sprang back when released. Ball play became a favorite with women taking turns cradling sucking and licking my sack describing the texture the weight the way the skin wrinkled and smoothed under their attention.

As the tequila and wine flowed the energy grew more uninhibited. They had me stand in the center again and took turns face fucking themselves with my cock slapping it against their cheeks lips and tongues without ever fully taking it inside. The visual of my thick meat bouncing off their flushed faces the strings of saliva and precum connecting us was intensely erotic. My body was theirs to tease and explore a living sex toy for their pleasure and the success of Ericas sales pitch.

The molds multiplied with each one capturing slightly different states of my arousal from semi hard to fully engorged. The alginate felt different each time sometimes warmer sometimes cooler but always creating that perfect negative space of my cock that would later become vibrating replicas for these women to enjoy in private. Erica oversaw it all with professional efficiency mixed with personal hunger her hands always finding excuses to touch and adjust.

By the end of the night my cock was sore in the best way covered in a sheen of oil saliva and dried traces of liquor marked by the memory of countless hands and mouths. The women left happy with their purchases and promises of custom toys on the way while Erica and I shared one last knowing look before I dressed and slipped out.

Back home the conversation with Ashley was brief but understanding. She agreed the risk with locals was too high my cock needed to stay away from familiar circles to keep things safe and exciting for future gigs. The memory of the night however lingered in every throb and twitch a reminder of the power of pure erotic display and worship without crossing into full sex.

The details of each interaction replayed in my mind as I lay in bed the way the redheads fingers had squeezed just right to make my balls ache with pent up need the brunettes delicate touches that mapped every inch like a scientist studying a specimen the Latinas bold grinding that left my shaft tingling with friction heat. Erica’s involvement added a layer of taboo thrill knowing she saw me in this completely exposed state at work would never be the same.

Each mold process had been a prolonged edging session the tight sleeve of the mixture forcing my cock to stay maximally hard and detailed for the cast. The women commented on the scientific perfection of my anatomy the proportions the vascularity the way it responded to every stimulus. They tested different lubes on me comparing slickness and how it made my skin shine and slide under their palms.

More dances followed more slaps of my heavy cock against willing bodies more shots licked from every curve and contour of my erection. The room filled with the scent of arousal and alcohol the sounds of wet licking and happy laughter creating an atmosphere of pure hedonistic fun focused entirely on my displayed body.

This was the essence of the night stretched out in endless teasing touches and visual feasts that left everyone satisfied in their own ways my first paid stripping experience a throbbing success.