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By JackBro (JackBro_99@yahoo.com)

Men are messy, no doubt about that. But you can't believe how messy unless you have been to Shooters, the A1 class male strip joint in New York City. There, the men there do it all! And when I say all, I mean they really go all the way. I am a young, 23 year old brunette that likes to party. Now don't get me wrong.
That doesn't mean I'm easy; it just means I like to have a good time. I like to do new and unique things, and one of those things is going to male strip joints. I think every girl should experience a male strip joint at least once in her life. As for me, I try to make it as often as I can.
I found Shooters through a chance ad in one of those free weeklies that you find in the adult district of any major American city. This city happened to be the greatest city of all: New York, New York. The name stuck out when I read it, mostly because it rhymes with the name of that other popular restaurant/nightclub. You know the one. It's where the men like to go to view big busted girls wearing tight cutoffs. I naturally figured the similarity in the names wasn't a mere coincidence. I thought it was a cute little pun, but I was soon to find out otherwise. As I will explain, there is a very different reason why this male strip joint is called Shooters.
The first time was the best, and I've since been back three more times. I would go more often, but Shooters does have some drawbacks. More precisely, it has two of them. First, the cover charge to get into the place is astronomical. I won't say how much because it is too embarrassing to admit, but let me just say it is more than I get from a whole month's worth of tips at my job as a waitress.
Second, they keep moving it. In order to keep from the law, Shooters relocates to a different establishment about once every two weeks. That makes it hard to find the place once you saved up enough money to go back again, but once you do it's the greatest experience in the world. Let me explain why.
It starts with the warm-up dances. Anywhere from one to maybe three men will come out onto the stage at the same time. They will do their routine, and then another group of one to maybe four men will come out. Each group has a different theme and wears different outfits. The first group might be a lone guy dressed up as a policeman. The second group might be a pair of men dressed up as construction workers. Each group will be wearing something different when they come out, but by the time they leave they will all be wearing the exactly the same thing: their birthday suits. You see, at Shooters they go all the way. Each guy strips down to the absolute bare, and then he quickly runs backstage before you have a chance to take a really good look.
These men are to warm-up the crowd. Their purpose is to tease the women and then quick run away as though they are too shy to show themselves. They usually come in four groups, maybe six to eight men in all, one right after another. As soon as the first group strips naked, a Master of Ceremony announces the second and out they come.
Through all of this, the general noise and level of excitement in the room gradually goes up. Each group seems to make the women increasingly excited and more aroused. "Take it off," they will yell. "Let me see your meat," They will encourage the men. Of course, a big part of this increase in the excitement level has to do with the amount of alcohol being served too.
About twenty minutes into the show the main attraction begins. A whole group of men will come out at once, usually a dozen. And they will come out wearing all sorts of different outfits just like the first groups. It is the construction workers that I like the best, but others will be dressed as doctors, repair men, cat burglars, airline stewards, or whatever it takes to satisfy some woman's little fantasy. They all come out wearing something different, and then they begin to take it off.
The audience of women really gets into it at this point. With a few drinks into their systems, they yell and scream for the men to "show me what you got" and then they do! Each man does a slow, provocative striptease, much better than the warm-up dances, taking off one small piece of clothing at a time. Different men will use different techniques, which I always find to be really neat. With so many men up on stage at the same time, it's a fascinating experience to be able to shift your eyes back and forth to compare.
It is also easy to compare other things too, like what each guy looks like with fewer and fewer cloths on his body. It's interesting to compare stature, physic, how good of shape they are in, and other things as well. All men are different.
It's no different at Shooters, except at Shooters they all end up in the same condition. The men keep removing their clothing until there is nothing more to remove. The strip down to the bare to absolutely nothing. They show the women everything they have to offer, but that is only the beginning.
Next, after the entire group is bare and all the men are naked, the music changes to some kind of rap song with a heavy beat. This will cause the men to dance harder and to put increased vigor into their moves, making them shake and gyrate their bodies all around. Let me assure you, you will never listened to rap music quite the same way again after watching to it at Shooters.
I am sure most of you have probably guessed this already. It is not hard to figure out. As the men put increased vigor in their dance, it puts increased motion into their cocks which I really love! I guess I've always liked to watch a guy make his dick bounce up and down and sway back and forth. All the other women in the audience seem to like it too.
At the same time, the warm up dances will come out on stage too. They will be in the same condition that they left; namely, in the bare. They will all be naked, so there will now be almost twenty nude men out on stage strutting their stuff.
The music takes over at this point. The hoots and hollers of the women die down as they busy themselves watching. They look wild eyed and stair as they follow the various men up on stage, their eyes roaming from one gyrating cock to another. The men will take turns coming to the front of the stage to shake themselves more violently. Some will be more energetic about it than others. A few will shake their dicks around so much it will look as though they are about to shake it right off their bodies. It is these men that I like the best.
During the whole ordeal, you see different women have vastly different reactions. Some act shocked, as though it is the first time they have ever witnessed such a spectacle. Others sit silently with their mouths wide open, as though they are too surprised or embarrassed by all the male nudity to say anything. The more wild, outgoing women which always hold the majority begin to yell and scream and really get into the action. Different women will have different reactions, but they will all keep on looking at the same thing.
It is to the most outgoing women that the naked men attack first. Well, I maybe shouldn't use the word "attack." The men don't attack the women at all. It is more of a case where the women attack the men.
First, they come off the stage. The men jump down into the audience and start dancing between the tables. They shake their goodies in close proximity to the women, sometimes walking right up to a table and doing it within a mere inches from a girl's face.
Next comes one of the best things I like about Shooters. You see at Shooters, management does not mind if you touch, and I think you know what kind of touching I'm talking about. The more gregarious women quickly take advantage of this opportunity, and so reach out and grab the cocks of the male strippers. At first, they will make a quick lunge at a guy and touch him for only a second.
This will cause the man to jump and the women to laugh and giggle. Next, the man will offer himself again or say something like "you hardly touched it" or "take a better feel." The woman will take him up on this offer and take another lounge at it, but this time hold on for a little longer. Then they will touch it again or someone else at the table will take a turn. It usually does not take very long before most of the women will grab on tight. They lift the guy's entire package up into the air as though gauging its weight, or give his soft dick a pull and try to bring it closer.
A few times every night and it happens every time I have ever gone to Shooters one of the women in the audience will grab hold a little too hard. She will grab hold of a guy by his entire package and give his nuts a squeeze. This will quite naturally send the poor man cringing to their floor in pain, which has the effect of only increasing the arousal in the women still more. I'm not sure why this is the case.
My theory is that after the women witness the power they have over the men they can't get enough. After this, the men have to be very careful, as others will start to squeeze harder and longer too. After it happens once, it almost always happens at least one or two times more in quick succession.
On a few rare occasions I've witnessed a man sent squirming. Some especially energetic and usually drunk young lady gives a guy a squeeze and simply does not let go. He will be seen crying at a table in a desperate effort to try to get a woman to let go of his acing nuts. She won't, of course, and only holds tighter.
What's interesting about this is that no one will come to his rescue; not even the other males. They just stand by and watch as she slowly squeezes his nuts into a tighter and tighter fist. I find this to be an incredibly erotic spectacle to watch.
The majority of the women, however, are much less energetic and don't try to hurt the men at all. They don't want to damage the male pricks because they are more interested in using them for other purposes. And soon, one of the women will.
It usually takes about five to ten minutes after the men jump down off the stage. Some woman will get tired of just feeling or maybe do it by mistake. It doesn't matter how it happens; only that it happens. Soon, some woman in the audience gets the bright idea of masturbating on her man. She takes him by his dick and starts pumping. Predictably, this starts to get him excited. This is when the real fun begins.
Somebody will announce it, and then you will hear another. One of the men will be seen to get noticeably longer. Then there will be another, and then there will be yet another. As soon as it starts, it seems to spread like a contagious disease amongst the men. Of course, the women in the audience have a lot to do with spreading it around. One girl will follow another's example. As soon as one of the men shows a slight increase in size, there will always be another abrasive young woman who will take a dick into her hand and start masturbating on the thing.
This will cause the rest of the women to hoot and holler, and then they will begin masturbating on the cock nearest to them as well. It usually takes mere seconds for the room to fill with a dozen male organs being masturbated by a dozen young women. Or, more importantly, the room will be filled with a bunch of hardening male organs. It's an incredible sight to behold!
Some will harden faster than others. I'm not sure why this is. I suppose part of it is in the technique used by the woman. Another part may be from how horny the guy is or how long it's been since he last had sex. It may even be because some of the men have more to harden than others, but the results are always the same. Soon, the room will be filled with a dozen stiff cocks.
Some will be big, and some will be even bigger. The thing about Shooters, you see, is that they have minimum standards. And these minimum standards are quite long. And not only that, but they are usually rather thick and massive too. The establishment is careful about not hiring normal sized men. They only hired the big ones to strut their stuff. And when I mean big, I do mean big. Their absolute minimum standard must be six inches, and I think that's only to have someone up on stage of normal size for comparison purposes.
Everyone else will be bigger, and there will always be one or two who are substantially bigger. Out of the dozen men stripping up on stage, most will have organs of about seven or eight inches in length. There will always be one or two, however, that are in the nine or ten inch category. It is these who I like the best, as do all the other girls.
Your first clue to the men's size is by how much they hang, although I've found this is not a complete predictor because some men will elongate a lot more than others. For example, a five inch dick sometimes elongates to only a six inch erection, but other times it may reach out to seven or eight inches long. It is only the really long men that you know are going to be long both in the hard and soft states. Each man is different, which I suppose is why I find the male organ so interesting. They come in all shapes and sizes.
With so many erect cocks to admire at the same time, I suppose it's like a form of comparison-shopping. It's sort-of like looking at clothing in the department store, but Shooters is a store that carries only the bigger sizes. I suppose, in a way, you could say it's like a store for big and tall men.
Now you would think the men would start running out of the room out of the embarrassment from having full hard-ons in front of so many women, but they don't. Instead, something truly amazing happens. They continue to tour among the tables. The stay naked, but now they are hard too, which gives the women a lot more to play with.
Like before, some of the women will be more hesitant to touch the men than others. They will quick take hold of the shaft and then let go, or maybe they will pull it down only to watch it bounce back up again. This is always most entertaining with the longer men. I've found that a nine-inch cock will gyrate up and down quite a lot after you start it going like a long spring after you let it go.
Soon, women will start to do other things to the hardened members too. Some will slap theirs to the side. Others will give it a hard squeeze or maybe take a hard yank on it. I've seen some girls pull on a guy's rod so hard you would swear they are about to pull it right out of his body. They will become less and less intimidated by all the male cock standing before them. Soon, they will be slapping, pulling, squeezing, and doing whatever they happen to dream up to the cock standing at their table.
One thing that's fun about Shooters is that a woman can take a turn at several cocks in one night. She can do a form of comparison shopping, first feeling a few men in the limp condition and then taking a couple of full-length rods in her hand. It is even possible for a woman to take hold of two at a time. There will always be at least one case where two of the men will play out a little fantasy for a few women. They will choose someone in the audience and ask her to decide which one of them is the largest. Then they will get a second opinion and then a third. This will go on and on, with each woman taking an erection in each hand and then picking a winner.
When not in a woman's hand, the men will continue to dance too. I always find this especially exciting. There's always something especially erotic about a full-length male member bouncing up and down or swaying back and forth in beat to the music. The largest of the men naturally draw the most attention. I guess it maybe is because it makes the cocks look almost alive, as though they are big snakes getting ready to attack.
Also during this period, the men will naturally start to get wet. What I mean is, with all these different women handling their hard organs; it makes sense that they eventually start to get wet. They start to precum, which I think makes their organs look even better. There's nothing more exciting than the sight of a well lubricated young man, especially when he's endowed with an eight or nine incher.
Next, they put on little skits. The one I found to be most erotic of all was of this man I think he was the thickest and the longest of them all come walking out on stage holding a serving tray that is strategically placed at waist level. A large cloth napkin was over the top, covering what we all wanted to see. This naturally caused some of the women to start giving him boos and hisses.
With everyone's attention now upon him, he carried this serving tray amongst the tables as though he was a waiter bringing out an order to serve to the ladies. He seemed to be searching for someone special. Several of the women tried to reach out and rip the napkin away, but other men were there to protect him.
Finally, he walked up to one particular table, picking on one of the younger, shier girls. She was this little oriental girl, about the cutest thing you ever saw. He walked up to her and asked if she wanted to take a bite of what was under the napkin. At that point, one of the other men showed it to her.
It was a plate with food on it. There was potato salad, some chips, and a hot dog. The hot dog looked like any ordinary hot dog at first. It was a bun with a dog in the middle and lines of ketchup and mustard running down its length, but it wasn't a real dog. Instead, it was the man's stiff shaft. A real, live, male organ substituted as the hot dog. Best of all, it was from a well endowed young man, so the thing ran all the way down the length of the bun and came back out the other end. Somehow it was held down so it stayed inside the bun instead of poking up like an erect cock naturally does. I couldn't see how they did it, but then neither did I care. It was the most incredibly erotic sight I have ever witnessed. Several women let out a scream, including the shy oriental one who was the closest.
A small TV tray was then placed beside the little woman and her chair turned to face it. Positioning himself on the opposite side, the guy then knelt down on a small bench so his waist is at the same level as the tray. One of the other men placed the tray in front of her, giving her a plastic fork and knife at the same time. I distinctly remember him telling the young girl to "dig in."
"As you ordered," The man who removed the napkin announced. "Your prime A grade tube steak secreted in its own juices, cooked hot and raw to your liking."
This caused the oriental girl to let out another scream.
The rest of the men will continue to move about the audience, as the selected girl seemed to loose her tepidness and started to enjoy her meal. This was almost as erotic to watch as the cock itself. She drew a great deal of attention when she started eating the potato salad and chips off the plate with the erect organ only inches away. A few times the girl even became brave enough to poke at the member with the fork, causing the man to flinch. Once she even pretended to slice off a piece with her knife and then put it in her mouth to eat it.
A second skit was that of a sacrifice. They did this skit every time I happened to go to shooters, and I think they do it every night. It must be a normal part of the show and probably an introduction into the most exciting phase of the night's activity. They call it the male sacrifice. Or more to the point, it was a skit where a woman was invited to sacrifice a virgin cock.
He came out onto the stage fighting. Two other men held him, one by each arm. All three were naked, of course, and they were also very erect. The "virgin's" stiff shaft bounced all around as he tried to fight against his captors. I think he had the biggest dick of them all. His pecker looked to be a good eight or maybe nine inches in length.
The Master of Ceremonies came out on stage next. "Who would like to take the pleasure of this virgin cock?" She announced, at which point the poor man fought against his captors even more.
This was always wildly erotic, even though we knew it was just a skit. I mean, we all knew the guy was only acting out a part given to him or at least we thought we knew. I guess that was what made it so damn erotic. Although we knew, we never knew for certain. I find it interesting that on the three occasions I saw it, it was always a different guy that I never saw before. He was also young and goodlooking. If he was an actor, he was an excellent actor; and if he was a virgin...
...Well, that would have been even better. You couldn't help but think about the possibility. I often found it exciting to imagine one of my male friends or a shy co-worker in his place. It was exciting to think about any man being masturbated.
"This magnificent cock standing before us has never been shot," The Master of Ceremonies went on. "Who will be the first to masturbate him into an ejaculation? Who wants to be the first to empty his nuts?"
I think the hand of every woman in the place went up at once, including my own, but only one could be selected. The Master of Ceremonies went around the audience to tease the women and ask them questions.
"Are you a good masturbator?" She asked to one. "What is your technique?" She asked to another.
The last time I was at Shooters I almost got selected. She made it to the table next to mine, which had these three very horny young girls sitting on it. One of them gave the right answer.
"I would tease him first," A short, big-breasted Hispanic girl said. "I would be sure to tease his cock first so I could get maximum quantity later."
"Yes, you should do fine," The Master of Ceremonies took her by the hand. "Come and join us."
She bought the young woman up on stage to join the naked virgin. She asked her a few background questions, and we learned that her name was Martha and she was between boyfriends at the moment. That was why she had come to Shooters. It had been over three months since she saw a cock, and she heard Shooters had the best cocks in town.
We all agreed.
A few minutes later the show went on. With a single motion of her hand, the Master of Ceremonies then did something truly erotic. She ordered the virgin to be shackled.
Two other men wheeled this "X" shaped contraption out on stage. We all knew what it was for. It was obvious. The thing had leather bounds in each corner, in the perfect position for the wrists and ankles.
It took all four men up on stage to tie the young man down. The poor young virgin fought them all the way. He was strong, as we could all see, but he was outnumbered. It wasn't much of a contest when it was four against one.
In the end, he was tied. The poor young virgin stood facing us with both his wrists and ankles securely bound. There is something about a bound man that always turns me on, especially when he's naked. This one was especially erotic due to the firm stalk sticking out of the middle of his body. He had gone slightly flaccid in his struggle to prevent the other men from tying him down, but his organ still pointed straight out of his body.
"This virgin is now yours to enjoy for the evening," The Master of Ceremonies spoke to the shocked girl who still stood up on stage with her. "As you can plainly see, there is little he can do to prevent you from masturbating him into ejaculation. We only ask that you remain at the side so the rest of us can see too."
Incredibly, the young girl kneeled down to his side and began to play with him. "No! No!" He fought her. "Not my cock! Oh please Martha, let go of my cock!"
Despite his objections, his stalk seemed to become even harder and longer. His prick had to be at least eight inches in length and looked plenty wide too. It was magnificent, one of the most magnificent pieces of male steak I have ever seen, and it got even better after Martha spread his pre-cum all around and it glistened off the overhead stage-lights.
I couldn't help but fantasize what it would be like to experience this man in bed. He had to be an excellent fuck.
He tried to fight against her by pulling and pushing in his bonds, but there was nowhere he could go. Her hand founds its mark anyway, and soon his cock was pointed up at an angle for our enjoyment.
Needless to say, it remained erect, especially with the young Martha playing with it. In fact, it looked to get even harder as the very experienced young girl bounded, pulled, and eventually gave it quick little strokes. We all watched as he pre-cumed like crazy. It became clear he wasn't going to be able to hold out for much longer.
The whole time he continued crying out, which made it even better. "Oh my cock!" He would say. "Oh my poor, aching cock! Oh no, not that Martha! No Martha! Don't do that to my virgin cock!" He said as she made it spring up and down.
The guy was an excellent actor. I almost believed he really was a virgin, which made it even better. The thought of a male virgin being forced to shoot off in front of an audience of strangers gave me a very erotic sensation. I had been having erotic sensations all evening, and they were getting more and more erotic as the evening progressed.
The attention of more women was drawn to the man being masturbated up on stage, especially when he talked of releasing. A few of them from the further tables stood up to watch, as I did myself the first time I visited Shooters. The last time, however, I didn't have to stand. I had an excellent view.
Through all of this the other men slowly started to leave. They sneaked out as the attention of the women was diverted. Even the one with his cock in a bun left. He snuck off as soon as the young woman finished her plate and gave him a few strokes.
True to her word, Martha cock-teased him. She did not allow him to shoot right away. Instead, we could all see the way she bought him to the edge and then let go.
"Not in front of all these women," He said at first. "Please Martha, I can feel it getting close. Don't make me shoot in front of all these women."
It was the ultimate in male subjugation. We all watched wide-eyed in silence as the poor, helpless man was, for all practical purposes, publicly raped. But he wasn't raped right away. Instead, she only brought him to the edge.
"Thank you! Oh thank you!" He said in ultimate gratitude, thinking she was going to stop. "Oh Martha, thank you for not embarrassing me."
Of course, Martha did not stop. Instead, she only paused. She paused to calm him down and keep from cumming too soon. She kissed him and maybe tease his nipples a little bit, and then she went right back at it. She stopped for only two or three minutes and then went right back on to his cock again.
The whole process was repeated, and then it was repeated again. She bought him to the brink of orgasm five times in all. The last time was the best because she teased the tip of his cock. Martha kneeled in front of him and teased the tip of his cock with her mouth. We were all worried at first because we were afraid she was going to blow him and then we wouldn't be able to witness the performance, but Martha was an expert cock-teaser. She only allowed her tongue and lips to touch his cock. She was careful not to blow him.
About 20 minutes after he was first tie down the best part came. It was time for Shooters to live up to its famous name. For you see, the place did not get its name by rhyming with some other popular nightclub. That was just a coincidence.
The reason it was named "Shooters" is because the last act is for the male strippers to shoot. It is time to shoot their loads.
It started with the supposed virgin up on stage. I don't think it was true about what the Master of Ceremonies said about him being a virgin, but it had been a long time since his last ejaculation.
"Please don't make me cum," The shackled man pleaded one more time. "Please, not in public. Oh God! It's really close now, but please don't make me spurt in public."
And then he did it. And he really did it! I think they must have starved him of sex for at least a week. The man shot off further and in greater quantity than any man I had ever seen squirting before. He was incredible, giving at least a halfdozen good-sized explosions. I have always enjoyed watching men ejaculate, and I really enjoy it when they do it in public.
Through all of this, no tips are given out by any of the women to any of the men. That's another thing different about Shooters. It is not like an ordinary male strip joint where the women put dollar bills in the g-strings of the men. They want to, I know, but there is no place to put the bills. By the time the men come down off the stage and are close enough to pass a dollar, they are completely naked.
There is a reason for this, for tips are given only at the end. They are given in the form of a bid. For you see, in the end, the men are auctioned off. Well, I really should say their cocks are auctioned off. The women bid for the right to stroke the men into ejaculation.
The Master of Ceremonies acts as the auctioneer. The men come out on stage one at a time to be sold. Starting with the smallest and working their way up in length, each man walks back out onto the stage naked and very hard. He models himself, showing several different poses in order to show off his now well engorged erection, and then he is sold. Well, the man himself isn't actually sold. More accurately, his cock is sold into ejaculation.
The first guy usually goes for about twenty bucks. Then he walks over to the table of the highest bidder where he is masturbated until he cums. Sometimes it is quick. Other times it takes many strokes. For most of the men, the highest bidder will follow the lead of the first girl, and she will choose to cock tease them. They will bring their purchase to the brink and then stop. The next male might then be auctioned off as the previous one is forced to stand naked and bare, standing along side his owner with a raging hard-on begging for attention. Sometimes this goes on through several cycles until the man is nearly begs to be jerked off, which of course he eventually is.
Normally, only one man is allowed to ejaculate at a time. This is one of those little details about Shooters that I really like. They only let one man explode at a time to make sure the attention of all the women in the room are upon him. In that way, you can make sure to never miss a single squirt.
One guy after another, again and again, we get to watch them ejaculate. It is fun to watch so many men ejaculate. I have always enjoyed watching men squirt off. Each is a little bit different. Most of them do not last for very long because they have all been plenty well felt up and teased already, so the eruptions are rather frequent. It is like an assembly line of spurting cocks.
On one particular occasion they did something a little different that I really liked. They had this little contest, a contest between ejecting cocks. There were two categories where the men were put up against each other. The first was called distance shooting and the second was quantity. I expect you already know what these contests were all about. The first winner was the woman who got her man to shoot his load the furthest, while the second was the one who got her man to shoot out the greatest quantity of sperm. This was very exciting to watch as we cheered on one guy after another. It was the most exciting sports event I have ever witnessed.
Now in order to win in either category the woman had to be smart about it. She couldn't just start stroking and make him cum. As we all knew, the secret is to cock-tease them for a while and only make the guy shoot at the peak of his ecstasy. Not surprisingly, I've noticed the men with the longest cocks tend to end up the winner. I think this is simply because the longest cocks had the greatest length to accelerate their sperm. You know, it's sort of like shooting with a longer barrel shotgun.
By the end of the evening, you probably get to see about twenty erupting cocks over about a two-hour period. It's an incredible sight to behold. They spray and spurt like maniacs. It's simply incredible! Just think about it. The women not only get to watch the men strip to the bare and get erections, but they also get to witness the men ejaculating. They squirt right onto the tables, floor, and onto the stage. A few squirt onto the women, spraying their jizz over clothing and hair. Others may even squirt into drinks and even onto plates full of food!
It is the most incredible sight you will ever witness. You haven't seen sex until you have gone to Shooters! This exclusive male strip joint will leave you wondering why on earth you ever thought men should be doing anything other than walking around hard all the time and strutting their stuff for your viewing enjoyment.
It is my firm belief that men should be jacked off as often as possible or at least twice every day.
The End
To be continued???