Male Strippers by Morelli, Morton

was a black sheer body stocking; an all in one with a black flag draped around his waist. He hadn’t stood out as a bad dancer that first night, but it was clear now that his moves were limited, but that was in no way off-putting. It was a fifteen-minute private dance. That meant two or three minutes getting naked, and showing himself off naked was the goal for both sides in this relationship. So, for the required time, he wiggled about, very close to Mandy and Kathy. His top was secured by Velcro. He undid it to the waist with his right hand, from the right shoulder to the left hip. He then reached under the black flag with his left hand, toward his right hip and, in one fell swoop, he removed his costume, his modesty now covered just by the black flag. He rubbed his hand down the front of the flag and traced the outline of his big cock. They were seated in front of him, but four feet away was a seat that he took. He took the flag at the top centre and held it with his left hand, letting the rest fall each side of his inner thighs, exposing his whole body now except his cock and balls. His abs were amazing. He was very slim while being extremely muscly and looked quite incredible, particularly to Kathy. He put his right hand under the black flag, obviously holding his cock. He built the tension as he went for the big reveal, very slowly lifting the black flag as if revealing an object of immense size, but as a visual anticipation, it worked. It was as if he was lifting the fl