Special
thanks to Jeff for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you,
the one who regularly fantasizes about getting busted by a stripper!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.
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Artwork created by Champ
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Featured in this story: Michael (click for pictures)
Warning: Can contain traces of cum.
Jeff smiled.
This was going to be a good night.
His favorite table was unoccupied. It was right next to the dancing pole, right in front of the platform, a perfect place to watch the action, and a perfect place to interact with the hot guys who took off their clothes on stage.
Jeff took his seat and adjusted his crotch.
He was hard as a rock, and he enjoyed the feeling of excitement, the adrenaline rush, the expectation, the tickling in his stomach, the tingling in his balls.
Jeff was a regular at the strip club, and he was popular with the performers. Everybody knew that Jeff was easy to drain – in every sense. He usually left the club spent and exhausted, without a penny in his pocket, and with a big smile on his face.