The Strip - Max

14 / A Peek At The Ranch

Golden tanned muscle, slicked with baby oil, glistened under the bright stage lights. Gyrating hips moved in synch with the music. At least I'm sure there was music. I wasn't there to listen. My eyes and mind were focused on the taut black leather that strained to hide the contents of a swaying package. Nat's took in the same view from the opposite side of Megan. The few brief times I looked away from the performer's offering, Megan's gaze was fixed on his eyes. And those beautiful blue orbs were gazing back at her. His name was Bryce.

Nat blindly lifted her glass from the narrow ledge on the side of the stage that acted as a table, and a twelve-inch buffer between us and Bryce. Wagging her tongue in the air to catch the straw, she struggled to take a sip without taking her eyes off the specimen on the stage. I laughed and turned my gaze back towards Bryce, while waiting for the reveal.

"Doesn't he look like Chris Evans?" I asked.

"Hemsworth! Let's see that mighty hammer!" Nat laughed as she cheered.

With one hand gliding over his oiled chest and the other grasping hold of the plastic clip that held the package together at his groin, Bryce teased Megan with slow, smooth undulations, humping the air between them. His eyes focused on her. The clip was released and with a swift yank, the leather sack was pulled clear of his body while his knees bent into a squat.

Bryce was... blessed! Megan's smile widened in unison with her eyes. I was shocked. Nat choked on her drink. Megan leaned to her side and whispered, "Mike... bigger."

Bryce dropped to his knees at the edge of the stage and cupped his testicles in his right hand while pointing at Megan with the other. A coy smile and a nod implied that he was imagining that it was her hand that was groping at his sack. The hand moved over the flesh, encircling his shaft at the base before starting the long journey towards the tip.

Megan wasn't holding his gaze anymore. I would be lying if I said I wasn't fixated on his swelling manhood, as well. The only reason I could tell where Megan's attention had landed was that she had leaned forward into my field of view, narrowing the distance between her and Bryce.

We watched his phallus grow with each stroke of his hand along its length. I could feel it penetrate my core, exciting my body with an erotic fantasy for two that I was sure also played in Nat and Megan's minds. I had been with a few 'healthy' men but Bryce had so much more to love. I watched his hand move along his length and could just about feel it moving within me. Reaching depths untouched by man... or woman, before.

I had watched hundreds of men strip naked in the private rooms at the club. Clumsy teenage boys celebrating their eighteenth. Jittery cheaters stepping out for the night. Suave gentlemen of all shapes and sizes, had exposed their manly parts before offering them to my body. Rarely had I felt the tingle of pleasure sizzle within my core before the man's flesh had touched mine. Bryce had three women vibrating within their flesh and had only touched us with his eyes. He could have had anyone of us. Or all. But it was clear where his interest was.

Bryce leaned forward, resting his left hand on the edge of the stage, and reaching towards Megan with the other. Her arm extended, placing her hand in his. He slowly leaned back, drawing her up from her seat, then directed her with a nod towards some stairs that would get her onto the stage.

"Lucky bitch!" Natalie protested. Megan flipped her a middle-finger-salute as she dashed towards the stairs.

My aunt scurried across the stage to join Bryce in front of us and wasted no time getting her body moving. She swayed to the music, dancing with a man that had stripped down to work boots and baby oil. Nat and I cheered as his hands landed on her hips. We waited. Burning to live the-good-life through Megan.