A Man of Your Dreams

The time was approaching 6 o'clock. Just home from work, I was eating a meatball sub on my balcony. My body smelled of perspiration caused by working under the June sun at the construction site. I spend my days banging nails.

Coworkers occasionally talk over lunch about wives or girlfriends. To those conversations taking place around me I contribute nothing. I've made, albeit unintentionally, a reputation for being a shy loner. I can, however, pretend to like girls, the pretense hiding my homosexuality.

Julie McCall can play the role of girlfriend, a part not too far fetched. Back in the day when we were two 16 year olds attending Patchoque highschool and living next door to one another she had a crush on me. Her heart was broken when I would not be her boyfriend. At age 19 I came out to her.

At 5' 4 and 118 pounds, she's shorter than me by four inches. Light-brown hair touches her collarbone as it frames a diamond-shaped face. Blue eyes are adorned with just a hint of eyeshadow. Thin coral lips widen creating dimples.

My phone buzzed with a text from Julie while I was eating. I finished my meal before reading the message.

"The girls and I are going out tonight. Are you interested?"

Why would I go to a girls night? It's not like I'm effeminate.

I texted back "may I ask where."

She texted back "male strippers."

"What's the occasion?"

"It's Elaine's birthday, tonight actually."

Elaine Benning has been a friend of Julie's since their college days. The two girls had pledged to Sorority on the same evening. Over the years they had hung out often and,no doubt, had engaged in girl talk just as often.

"Happy Birthday to Elaine."

Elaine is a 5' 9 strawberry blond with green eyes. Bow-shaped orange lips and a heart-shaped face help make her attractive.

"Pick you up at 7."

"Cool," I texted back.

After takig a long shower I donned a white polo shirt over my bare body and put on clean new jeans.

Signs and roadside scenery sped past Julie's 10 year old red Toyota Carolla making 65 miles per hour. Within a few minutes the city skyline became viisible just a few miles ahead of us.

"Elaine and Caroline are meeting us there."

I'll be the only guy out with three girls. That says GAY.

The fourth person in our little group, Caroline Smyth, is the same height as Julie but with the hair and eye color of Elaine.

"Have you guys ever seem male strippers before?"

"Caroline and I have," said Julie.

"Elaine didn't go?"


"She had a boyfriend at the time."

I let the answer sink in.

A large neon sign marked the popular club inside a red brick building. The girls had timed their arrival perfectly. We walked four abrest under the starry sky to the front door.

"Is their a cover charge?"

"Just a small one but the drinks are expensive," said Caroline.

Inside a dark club solely populated by cheering women we took seats near the stage. Just a few feet ahead of us four hunky men swayed as they gradually peeled off all their clothes. I locked my eyes onto their swinging dicks.

A server came to our table.

"Michelobe please," I said softly.

As our waiter turned to go I turned my attention to a six-inch cirumsized swinging erection attached to a very sexy brunette, his toned body and full lips making me desire him.

I turned Julie and asked, "what do you think."

"He can jump on my bones anytime."

"Mine too," I replied.

She chuckled at my answer.

Caroline gave a sly grin from across the table.

"What's on your mind?"

"Nothing," she replied.

"I doubt that."

"Stephen you won't make it through the night without masturbating."

"How would you know? You won't be spending the night with me."

After roughly fiften minutes that first group of male strippers went backstage. Others took their place, these dancers coming out one at a time, each wearing just a red speedo.

Engrossed in the show, I sipped my beer. Mental images of a night with one of them, any one, aroused me. Caroline repeated her remark about me not making it through the night.

We had spent an hour at the club called "Men of Your Dreams". As we walked through the parking lot under the black sky Elaine talked about her defunct relationship.

"He was nice at first then he turned into a jerk."

Caroline and Julie had probably heard it all before but I had not heard any of it. She described incidents.

I finally asked, "is he at least cute."

She answered me in matter of fact tone. "Stephen you won't want him for long. He's an asshole."

"OK," I replied.

"In answer to your question, just so-so."

"There's a guy at work who's smokin' hot. His name is Paul."

Julie didn't hold back a remark.

"I bet you ogle his ass."

"Unfortunately he's straight."

The long ride home found me less and less able to resist the urge to "rub one out"

"Do any of those guys make you horny?"

She didn't reply so I let the matter go.

She finally said after a few more miles, "I was shocked that night you came out."

"I'm just glad we became such good friends."

"Stephen we were never not good friends."

"I can't get those guys out of my head."

She chuckled at my remark.

"So masturbate if you want. What happens in my car stays in my car."

I pulled my shirt off, stroked my manhood through my pants then pulled them to my knees revealing the "tent" in my briefs. Julie's eyes shifted.

"Go for it," she said softly.

My briefs came halfway down my thigh. My hand closed around the shaft.

"Imagine you're in his bedroom and you're making out with him. The foreplay with the smokin' hot guy is gettng you excited. He makes you ache for his dick inside you."

In her side vision Julie could see me pumping my hand. We both knew I was bent on ejaculating.

As my neighborhood came into view I wiped the cum with tissues from the glove compartment, zipped up and put my shirt on.

"Good night," said Julie.

I'll sleep in the nude tonight.