GBL 1/GBL 1.iso/gay_text/stripper.txt

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                          Another Solar Fox Original
                                    Stripper

Yeah, I was funny when I was younger. Actually I still am. Friends of mine used
to call me "little stripper" because I used to take off all my clothes in front
of them. I guess I was brave. I really still am.
My name is Todd and today I turned eighteen, and I fully intend on telling you
all about myself, so let me start at the beginning.
I've always loved to take off everything I had on. I think my parents know
about it, and they kid me about it sometimes, saying that even when I was
little, I'd take off my diapers all the time and they'd have to put them back
on. I don't know if they're serious about that or not. But I can remember when
I was about five, I used to go around my room all day naked when I wasn't in
school. Sure, I'd get dressed when I had to, but even when I went over to a
friend's house, I'd get in his room and strip. This caused them to do it, too,
and I got to see their bodies. I like to let everything "hang loose," I guess,
and I used to like to thrash my waist around and let everybody get a good look
at me. I liked to feel my peter and my balls flap around, in fact I still do. I
lost one friend because of it when I was about seven, I guess, because he knew
I was gay and thought I had serious problems. The only thing I was wearing that
day was a watch. It was funny, HE was fourteen.
I've always been a real skinny kid, and since I liked to stay naked so much,
when I've been home from school the last few summers, I'd lay out in my
backyard nude and take sunbaths while my parents were at work. It even made my
dick all nice and bronzed looking.
One guy has been my friend all along, and it turned out we were both gay. His
name is Sam, and he is two years younger than me. The way things started, well,
I invited him over from school one day to come to my house, I was in the fourth
grade and I was nine. He was seven. We went to the kitchen, got some Cokes and
something to snack on. Then we went back in my room. He got the game out of the
closet and while he did, well, I just took all my clothes off. He couldn't get
all the pieces set up because once I had gotten past taking off my shirt he
was too interested in watching me. As I unzipped my pants, he didn't even turn
his head, rather he didn't seem to even breath. He was frozen, as if in a
trance. As I took off my underwear, which I haven't worn since junior high, he
smiled at me. "Just gotta get comfortable, so I can concentrate," I said.
"Y-you might be able to concentrate, but I won't!" Sam bellowed.
"Ah, just the point, I beat you before you ever start!" I jested. "Might I
suggest you do the same as I did, then we'll both have a fair start!"
He sat there across the game, which was still in the box, looking at me. He
studied my body for a moment. "Feel free to look me over," I said, knowing that
he already was. My penis was starting to harden then too because Sam was such a
cute boy and was always talking about boyish things.. collecting Hot Wheels
cars, and baseball cards. Sitting there now for almost a minute, he couldn't
help but smile rather than get up and leave. Other boys' bodies were too
interesting to him.
"You got a bigger.. dick than I do," he finally said after a few moments of
silence.
"Can I see it?" I began to plead as I sit here with my door locked.
"If I get it out, I still won't be able to think about this game," Sam informed
me.
I didn't think he would. Actually, I didn't want to play the stupid game
anyway. There were other games I was thinking of, even at nine.
"Why can't you?" I asked, playfully.
"Well.. cos.." he paused. "Because I feel a little funny inside."
"Well, let me see your dick," I continued to plead.
"Sure man, here it is," he said, unzipping the fly of his shorts. It was small,
but it was hard, because he had had trouble getting it out. Once he did get it
out it was as straight as an arrow. "Like it?" he asked me.
"Yeah Sam, it's real cute," I said.
"You can feel it if you want," he added. I did, I felt his kidpole. It was
warm, and very stiff. He took it and said, "Look Todd, even I can't move it! It
must be pretty strong, huh?"
"Yeah," I replied, and he laughed.
Even in my nine-year-old mind, I could have done anything to that kid. But I
also knew I had to be careful or he'd leave and not come back and.. might even
tell his parents. I knew my ground well, so I took it slow.
I thought since he had offered me his, I'd best let him feel mine too, now
before I asked anything else of him.
"You wanna feel mine too?" I asked.
"Yeah! That'd be awesome man!" I stood up and let him feel it. He squeezed it
and squooshed it. He tried to move mine too. "I can't move your dick either.."
he said.
"Yeah? Well.. seeing yours like that made mine like that too.."
"Really? Cool!" He felt of my balls. "Yeah I got one of these too.."
I felt I had to act quick.
"Can I see yours? Or at least get ya to take off your shirt?"
Well, first he did take off his shirt. I had seen him walking around on the
weekends without it, and he had looked nice. Then, of all things, he undid his
pants and tossed them on my bed.
Now he stood there in just his underpants, with his hard dick sticking out. He
put his hands behind his back and smiled at me. "Looks cool, doesn't it?" he
repeated.
He looked at me and said, "you can take off my underwear, if you want.."
I did, slowly. He giggled as I grasped the elastic band of the underwear, and
slowly pulled it down and over his peter. Then I just let them fall to the
floor. He had a cute ballsack, drooping nice and low in the heat, even though
it would be years before he would produce. It would be years before I was
producing, for that matter, now that I think about it!
As I felt his balls, he seemed to stiffen even more. I asked him if he had ever
jacked off.
"Yeah," he said. "You do it like this," and he grabbed his dick and started
sliding his hand up and down. He knew how, alright. I felt his dick again. It
was so stiff I wondered how he couldn't be wanting something done to it now.
"Sam.. you feel.. horny?"
"Yeah.. yeah I do, I feel really good inside. Do you?"
"Yeah.. let me do something for you.."
"What?" he asked.
I wrapped my lips around his dick and began to suck it. Of course it was very
easy for me to get it all in my mouth. "Something feels really neat," Sam said,
even though he hadn't come yet. "Yeah man," he couldn't shut up because he felt
so good. "It really does.." and soon he was shuddering and all and I pulled off
of it. "That feels really cool, dude!" he said now, sitting on the edge of my
bed. I looked, and it was going down just a little, but it was throbbing like
shit. Up and down, just like he had some little control button he was mashing
to maneuver it. He was still laughing. "Look at it!" he beamed. Cool, I
thought.. and he wasn't even in any hurry to get dressed again.
"I just.. can't play Monopoly right now," Sam continued.
"That's okay," I said, "I'm.. really not in the mood for that anymore today.."
"You're not? Watcha gonna do?"
"Well, you can play with me if you want."
"Play what with you?"
"You can.. feel of my dick some if you want."
"Sure!" he said as I lay on my bed beside him with my dick sticking straight up.
He looked at it, and slowly put his hand on it again, as he had done before.
"It's really warm!" he said, beginning to get another hardon. Damn, and he had
just gotten off, I thought.
"It's really hard, too.." he continued.
"Yeah, I know. Playing with yours made it that way..."
"It did? Well.. just feeling of yours is making mine hard again too!"
"Wanna taste mine like I tasted yours?"
"Did it taste good?" he asked.
"It did to me. I like tasting it."
"Sure, I'll try it.." he said, and without further ado, he touched his tongue
to it. Then he started licking it in earnest. "Cool!" he said. "I like it! You
know, it's kinda funny.. I've always wondered what it would feel like to put a
boy's dick in my mouth.."
"Yeah? Well now you know. Just don't bite it," I grinned.
"Yeah.. bet that hurts.."
"Yeah, it would..." I confirmed.
Well, he started to slurp on it. "Yeah, that's it.. just suck it like a
lollipop.."
Then I remembered. I had a little packet of sugar above my headboard. I reached
for it. "Just a second," I said, asking him to pull off. I opened the sugar and
put just a little on the pole of my dick, now as hard as it could get. Then I
told him to go on.
"What was that?" he asked.
"Just try it.. see how you like it.."
He did, and he told me it was cool. I told him he could do it as fast as he
wanted. He did; he almost copied the way I had done him. And I came.

He saw me shudder and my dick flapped around just like his had done a few
minutes ago. "Damn," he said, "that's the way mine did! Do you feel all neat
inside?"
"Yeah.. I do!"
"Cool!" he felt of my ballsack again, I remember, and I felt of his. He bent
over; I felt his asscheeks. I gently rubbed my hand over them, and he even said
that felt cool.
Nowadays, we are very close friends. He comes over and instantly we both get
naked as soon as he walks in the door. I'll go in over at his house, and he's
there in his room, already naked and looking at pictures of guys.
But, back on that same first day, he eventually said "I gotta go pee." He went
into the bathroom naked; I scoped the hall before he ever went out. Then I
followed. He thought it was neat that I was watching him pee; and that no one
had ever done that before, "and," he added, "I've wanted to watch other boys
pee before too.." So next, I pee'd, and he watched me. He got stiff again
watching me and he even jumped up and down in place while he did. He was really
excited. He even flapped his wrists like a little bird, I remember.
"Now, this is just between you and me," I noted, saying that it was "our little
secret." He agreed, and we have been keeping it our little secret to this very
day.
We've spent the night together often through the years. But, Sam's just the
only one that's still around, I've had others.
I dunno man, I've just always loved being nude. It really lets me keep the
blood circulating. When I was ten, I had a friend named Tony. He was really
strange. Why? Because it didn't baffle him at all when I took off all my
clothes as soon as we got in the room! He goes, "Cool! You're into streaking!"
he was ten too, and he fucked me. I had done everything else I guess, but it
was so wild feeling him in my ass. As soon as he went in me, it felt good. I
never ever screamed. It was cool.
Of course, I told him that I wasn't exactly into streaking, but he said he was.
He was a red head.

It was like I always knew I was gay though, because I would never strip except
in front of boys. The oldest guy I ever stripped for was 20, I was about 15
then. One of my friends knew him, and word got back to him. Guess he's 23
today, somewhere. He was gay too, at least even if he never admitted it. I
guess maybe my body has brought a few people out of the closet! Maybe even
myself.. but it's not anything that gorgeous.
I saw this kid lifting weights last year.. bench pressing. It was so funny..
everytime he lifted the weights, I'd swear his dick went up under the strain..
heh.. and he was built like a brick shithouse. The last I had heard, he had
accumulated no girlfriends, and was seen hanging around the locker rooms a lot
after football practice - too bad I graduate in three short months. I'm gonna
miss looking at these guys.
Now, I won't just come right out and say it to these guys, but I -will- shower
after Phys Ed, and I -do- get a hardon. Sometimes I stand in the shower and
flap it around, sometimes even after I get out. I get looks, some smiles, and
last year, I got laid that way. I still might get laid that way this year.
Curtis Mahoney, that's who it was. Six foot tall basketball player that scores
a lot of our goals for our team. His dick is a foot long if it's an inch. Well,
close to it anyway and he wears a size 11 1/2 D shoe if that suggests
anything..
He is cute.. he has thick, long hair just past his shoulders.. now he is a good
friend of mine, too. The coach has threatened to drop him if he doesn't cut his
hair, but he refuses.. hell, he's just got three more months to play anyway so
it's not like it's some major catastrophe.. heh.
Since I've known him, and he's way into music, Curtis, Andy Shapiro, Sam and I
have formed a gay rock group. Sam plays drums, I sing, Curtis plays bass and
Andy sings backup and plays guitar. I play guitar too, but I have trouble doing
that and singing at the same time. Sam wants to paint a pink triangle on his
big bass drum.. I don't blame him! I told him I'd help him when he got ready to
do it, so we'd be sure it was neat and not all smeared up.
Andy is really cool too. He's a skater and he wears his hair covering his left
eye.. he skates to school, he skates to rehearsals.. and he lets me tote his
instruments! Damn! I don't really mind though.. cos he really is cool, and
we've done things before too. I know I've told you a lot of things that are
hard to believe, but sometimes before we start playing, we "rehearse".
Seriously, we'll all get naked, circle up and jerk off. We WERE going to call
ourselves the Circle Jerks, but that was already taken by a punk group. Even
the Butthole Surfers sounded nice and was fitting. But, we call ourselves,
"Bound & Determined", which is what we are. We may even record digitally before
long, it would cost us over $500 to cut 10 CD's of up to 75 minutes each,
that's 10 CD's with the same material, we'v checked, so we hope to do that
soon, keeping one each for ourselves and rights to the digital tape in case we
decide to do anything else with it, like release it underground.
We do some songs that have already been released, just to see how we can make
them sound, like Whitesnake, Led Zep, Def Lep, and so on, but we also do gay
themes. You know what really amazes me? That we sound so good doing songs other
people have done. Hell yeah. Sometimes too when it's late at night and we rent
a place, we play naked. We usually don't play a place more than once. Sometimes
we do, but sometimes Sam takes a leak on purpose at the drums without getting
up. He's not a baby or anything, he just does that to be interesting. Then we
all usually will follow suit, and the floor will be wet. Those places we make a
note of not to play anymore. Someone once told me Van Halen used to do the same
thing...

Of course I am naked right now too. Normally I will be. Sam's got so he usually
is too. He said the thing that took him time to get used to was sleeping that
way, but now he even does that.