gaystripstories:gaystripstories:I’d just finished up my salad at the food court when this gr
gaystripstories:gaystripstories: I’d just finished up my salad at the food court when this group of guys walked up. The lunch rush was already over, and I’d grabbed a table right at the edge of the main area, tucked away in a corner. There was a conference center upstairs, and a lot of afternoons like this one, I was able to do some people watching as meetings ended. The man in the middle, in the expertly tailored charcoal suit, was leaning on a table as they decided what to eat. His pants were tight enough for me to see the lining of his briefs through the thin fabric. I couldn’t take my eyes off of his ass stuck out towards me, but I thought I was doing a pretty good job of not obviously staring. Apparently not though, as his friend in the pink shirt tapped him on the arm and pointed over to me. I pretended to focus on my salad, but I’d been caught. Hey you. Again, I ignored him, but he wasn’t giving up. You in the blue shirt. Finally, I looked up. He had striking blue eyes and a defined jaw sharp enough to cut glass. I was falling in love. What’s up? You staring at my ass is what’s up. His friends and I were both shocked at how direct he was. They awkwardly laughed as they looked around to see if anyone was withing earshot, but we were alone back here now. I, uh- yeah actually, yeah I was. I’d noticed by now too that we were alone, and I was feeling a bit braver. Well, the view ain’t free. If you want to stare, then you got to pay up. He turned back to his friends, but I wanted to up the ante. I’m not gonna pay for the view I’ve already got, but I’ll pay for a view without those pants. His head swung back around, and I could see the faintest tinge of a blush spreading across his face, but he was trying to keep a confident glare. Oh yeah, how much? Twenty bucks if I can see those pretty underwear you’re wearing. Ante up then. I whipped out my wallet and laid a twenty on the table. I assumed that he’d laugh it off, but he actually seemed to be considering it. We were both playing chicken here, and I didn’t know who would balk first. In the first round though, neither one of us was backing down. Fine- pay up. Before I could move, he’d whipped off his jacket and threw it at the man beside him. He wasn’t wearing a belt, and he was already sliding his pants south, taunting me inch by inch. I thought he’d stop once he reached the edge of his tucked in shirt, but he was committed. His black briefs were now revealed, and he kept going. Jutting out his hip again, he now stood there with his pants fully below his beautiful ass. His friends were dying laughing, but I just sat there calmly enjoying the view. If he was willing to go this far, how much more would he show off? That’s fine and all, but you’re barely showing any skin. Unless you’re all talk, I need to see more. How much for the shirt? Fifty bucks. Deal. I’d called his bluff. He probably assumed that the standard mall goer wouldn’t have that much cash on them, but I thankfully had just gone to the atm earlier, and I would probably be going back after this. He thought it over, but finally, he started moving. He still had his back facing me, but I could see his hands moving down the front of his chest, and his shirt began to loosen a bit around his shoulders. His friends now looked more concerned as they tried to get him to stop, but he wasn’t backing down. Finally, he opened up the last button, and before his friends could talk some sense into him, he whipped around. As he turned his pants fell to his ankles, and I had a full view of his chest and bulge. He wasn’t super muscular, but for his age, he had a tight body. He was covered in trimmed chest hair, and there was a patch of hair that disappeared into his stuffed briefs. The front of the material dipped down with the weight of his hefty bulge, and I knew that I would pay any amount of money to see, but there’d be no way for him to be dumb enough. But, miracles can happen, so I wasn’t above testing my luck. One hundred dollars for a view of that dick- it’s already popping out of those Calvins anyway. His friends were basically holding him back now, but once I laid that Benjamin Franklin on my table, he already had his mind made up. Deal. I ignored his friends and instead, I stared only at his crotch. As if in slow motion, I saw the fabric dipping lower and lower. He didn’t manscape as much below the waist, and he was so fucking hot. The base of his thick cock was now in view, and before he could chicken out, he flopped the rest of it over the waistband. He was huge, and if we weren’t in public now, I’d be lunging across the aisle to get my mouth on it. I waited to see what he’d do next, but his friends were basically yelling now. Dude, we gotta go, security’s coming. As I somehow calmly sat there pretending to mind my own business, I watched his friends furiously pull his pants up his legs, and before he was even fully covered, they ran past me towards the exit. He’d tried to grab the money off my table, but he didn’t have enough time. As a security guard sped past on his segway, I pushed my money back into my bag, grabbed my phone, and headed back towards the lobby. Once I was safely down the escalator and back in my car, I finally pulled out my phone again as my heart continued furiously beating in my chest. The video had luckily saved, and I watched it now with my hand stuffed down my pants, oblivious to anyone around me. None of the guys had noticed my phone sitting against my bag, and so it wasn’t hard to start recording once I saw his ass popped towards me once they first walked up. I’d almost forgotten about it until security came, and I had no idea if it had recorded everything. But it was all there- my own private striptease for free. Not sure if I’d ever see those men again at the mall, but I knew I’d be seeing them hundreds of times on video… Almost caught up. Reblogging all of these posts has me motivated to write more in the new year! -- source link