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We were all high school juniors. We'd been friends for years. Played various sports together, got in plenty of teenage mischief and swore we'd always be best friends. That one was iron clad. Forever. I think it's been fifteen years since I've seen John, Brian or Gene. Life, work, moves all are part of it. But I still think of them fondly. Brian, always getting us in some kind of trouble. Always with an angle, a scheme, a plan. But he wasn't the leader. That was John. John needed to give the nod for us to go along with Brian's crazy ideas. Gene was quiet. He wasn't unfriendly, and could be quite funny, but he was an introvert. John thought it was because he lived with just his father who spent most of his spare time at the end stool in Duke's Bar & Grill. Gene's parents had him young. Married too young. Split up not much later. Gene had been with his Mom as a young kid, but one day she dropped him off at his father's apartment and left. That's got to have an effect on a kid. If asked Gene would say, "Dad says she left to be an actress or a dancer. On stage somewhere. She sends me a card for my birthday. Most of them at least."
I felt bad for Gene, when I thought of it. But who thinks of these things when you're a kid. As teens there's always the next game, or checking out girls or Brian's next adventure. Me, I'm Steve, I went along. I was the voice of reason. The other side of Brian's chaos. The sane voice that John would use to balance Brian's urging, before making a decision. I probably kept us from getting in more trouble than we could handle.
It was the middle of the school year sometime. We were old enough to stay out late on weekends. And this would be a special Saturday night. Brian had a plan.
"Listen guys, this is great. You know Scott Evans from over on Maple?" We nodded. Scott was a few years older than us. We'd been run over often enough playing tackle football in the park. Even John, who was the biggest of the four of us wanted no part of trouble with Scott. So it was John who questioned Brian,
"Yeah we know Scott. You didn't get in trouble with Scott did you?"
"No, nothing like that. I did him a favor. He was looking for a car and I told him my Dad had some at good prices on his lot. Dad gave him a good deal, so Scott said he owed me one."
"Yeah?" That was more like a chorus of three.
"So Scott says he's been working the door at Tip Top." Gene laughed,
"Titty Tops?" Brian laughed along,
"Yeah the titty bar out on Riverside. So Scott says he'll get me in." I can't help myself,
"But we're underage." John was more practical,
"How does this help us?" Brian however, came through.
"I asked if all of us could go. You know, to make up for Scott bashing our heads and now we're all practically grown and all. He said ok, but don't get drunk and cause trouble."
John, "The fuck you say? Scott's gonna let us all into Tip Top?"
"Yeah, like I told ya. You guys have fakes right?" They all turned and looked at me.
"I, um, could maybe borrow my brother's." John shook his head,
"Steve, when the fuck are you going to catch up? And you don't see a problem here?" A problem? Oh sure there were a shitload of potential problems. Getting caught meant all kinds of trouble, fake ID or not, underage drinking, Scott getting fired and looking for our heads. There were enough problems for me to take up most of this night explaining. But shit, tits. Real live adult woman's tits. And maybe some more. We'd all heard rumors about Tip Top and what went on in the VIP rooms. Bottoms off, real live pussy, and maybe more. So I rendered my verdict.
"Sounds like a plan. But we'll need a lot of money. You can't just hang there not paying anything." Nods from Brian and John. Gene staring at the ground. John noticed,
"Gene you're in. Nobody misses this. Get what you can, then we pool our money and share. Right?" Brian and I quickly agreed. John had made a decision for all of us. Gene brightened up.
"Thanks guys. Someday." We knew. Someday Gene would make it up to us. Right now money was tight and his Dad drank the extra. But we always found a few extra bucks to get Gene into a movie or shared our snacks. He was our friend and friends don't get left behind.
Saturday night we were kind of dressed up in what we thought grownups would wear to a strip club. Being less that 18 none of us had been to a proper strip club. We'd passed fake IDs, or some of us did, to get beers in a bar or a bottle at a liquor store. They didn't check as carefully in those days. Gene of course would go into Duke's to collect his Dad if it got late enough. John drove, since he was the one of us with a car. Scott met us in the parking lot with instructions,
"OK, I'm only doing this because your friend here helped me get my car. So no fucking around. You boys have seen real tits before, right?"
John of course claimed he wasn't a virgin, I'd had my hands up under a few shirts, but I was no expert. Brian claimed, anytime we'd listen then he'd gotten Maryanne McCartey's pants off, "That one? Those ain't real tits." It was true that Maryanne was pretty flatchested. Gene just stood quietly and stared. "So, what I mean is, ACT like you been here or somewhere before. Don't be all grabbin' and droolin'. Slip some cash in and maybe get a touch of ass. Get a lap dance and maybe get some tits in yer face. You dweebs DID bring cash?"
John took up for us, "Yeah we have a good bit of cash."
"If you have enough cash, I mean a good amount, I can get you in a VIP room. And don't ask for one of the cute ones that are gonna make yer peckers hard cause you seen them in high shcool last year. No you want Candice. She's a little older, but is fucking HOT. And she'll take care of you real good. Got it?"
John, "Yeah we got it." The rest of us nodded eagerly. Scott had one last bit of instruction,
"Any of you get drunk, cause trouble or get ME in trouble, I will fuck all of you up. Got it?"
A chorus of, "Yeah Scott, no problem." Scott left us to go man his door. Brian was rubbing his hands together,
"What did I tell you guys?" I couldn't help but mention,
"Be careful. I don't trust Scott." John, waved me off,
"No problem. We go in, have a drink, watch some tits and ass." Brian was smiling ear to ear,
"And the VIP room. We're going to find Candice." Now I had doubts,
"Come on, that's got to be out of our price range."
"Nah, I saved all my birthday and Christmas money. I've got this."
"Brian, for once, you're making sense." We all walked to the door of Tip Top.
Scott made a show of chacking IDs. Then we were in. It was kind of dark, just the stages lit up with changing lights. A girl with what on further inspection were large fake tits was spinning herself around a pole and shaking a fairly nice ass at the customers. We stopped to look. John, moved us along whispering,
"Stop looking like a bunch of high school nerds." Gene pointed out,
"We ARE a bunch of high school..."
"Shush numbnuts, let's go sit over there." We found four seats near the stage where we could get a good look at the dancers. We watched what other guys were doing and were soon happily slipping folded bills into g strings, enjoying that electric feeling of fingers grazing flesh. A waitress with nice tits of her own took our order and soon returned with our beers. Brian's eyes almost fell out when she bent over to put down the tray, earning her a generous tip. I didn't take long for one of the dancers to come over and offer a dance. Brian pointed to Gene,
"You first." Gene's smile showed his eternal gratitude. She spun his chair to face her as she began to move with the music. She was shaking her tits inches from Gene's face and touching his shoulders, complimenting him all the way. When she turn and settled herself on his lap she cooed to let us know she what she'd found was impressive. She was grinding and moving her hips, causing Gene to grimace in glorious pain as his cock strained to reach her. When his hand move to her side, she paused a moment and in a whisper,
"No, no, save that for the VIP room." When the music stopped she told him, "My names Chyna. Ask for me." Then with a peck on the cheek she collected her tip and was gone, ass shaking the whole way. Gene was beside himself.
"Did you see those tits? Holy shit I could feel her on my dick, I almost came." John laughed,
"Now that would be a newbie move." John was soon being entertained by Jessica and as word must have gotten around there was soon a dance partner for me and Brian. I wasn't paying attention to the other guys by this time. I had sweet young Patrice straddling me with perky tits shaking before my eyes. Though the lighting was dim the sparkles on her tits shone and when the lights came our way I could swear she was a girl named Heather who had graduated the previous year and who I had lusted after from afar. Now she was sliding her tits up my chest and giving me a closeup of her thick hard nipples. She too made sure to compliment me on the bulge in my pants as she rubbed he barely covered pussy on the lump in my pants. As the song ended she put her arms around my neck and with a light kiss on the cheek, instructed me to,
"Ask for Patrice. We can party some more." I almost said, 'ok Heather', but caught myself. We'd all been entertained and worked up. Each of us sure that we'd had the hottest girl. Then the announcer informed us that the 'Lovely, sexy Candice would be hitting the main stage'.
Unfortunately for us we weren't by the main stage, so we watched from a distance as Candice pranced and shook and was soon down to the bare minimum, which wasn't much. And as she turned we were sure that Candice had the best tits and hottest body we'd seen all night. There were tits to spare and hips to hold and an ass to die for. Scott wasn't lying. We pooled our money and John went to talk to Scott who directed him to a guy by the back bar. When he returned he happily told us,
"We had enough, barely, but the guy said for four of us it's a premium. He also said if we did anything she didn't want they'd find us in back dumpster. Brian seemed only slightly concerned,
"All our money?"
"We have enough for one more beer each."
"Wow, this better be good."
"Dude, did you see her? I bet she can suck yer nuts out yer pee hole." After a another song or two a young waitress told us to follow her. She led us towards the back to the VIP rooms. When she opened the door it was not much more that a closet with a small table and a sofa. The lighting wasn't much more than outside. Everyone wanting some anonymity I guess. We didn't care, we were going to get up close and personal with a woman. The door opened and in walked Candice,
"Oh wow. They told me it was a big party. I didn't realize it would be four big guys. I hope you're all big!" She sat in between John and Brian. "Now in here I'm not so strict about the rules like outside, so if you men feel the urge to touch a bit, no one will mind. She was soon being touched more than a bit as hands were feeling her tits and sliding along her legs. Her hands were roaming too, as she now was rubbing John and Brian. "Oh, you guys must be so uncomfortable after watching all those pretty girls. Why don't you get more relaxed and maybe I'll see what I can do to help. Now Candice had turned, starting down my end. My cock was out and she was stroking me, making noises of approval. When she sucked my cock into her mouth and looked up at me I almost blew my load. Truth be told I didn't last all that long as she took me deep and squeezed my balls. She easily sucked down my load and moved on to John. Now I'm an average guy if a high school locker room is any indication, but John, the lucky bastard is pretty well hung. This time Candice didn't need to fake being impressed. Her smile said it all as she gave John's length a workout. Still she managed to take him deep and hold him there until he rewarded her. When she moved to Brian he turned and gave me a high five.
"Steve, shit, never felt anything like that. I was way in her throat. Man I'd like to get behind her and fuck her." Now as her head bobbed on Brian she put up a hand and gave us an finger wave to indicate that was not on the menu. Brian hung in there until with a grunt, pumped his cum down Candice's throat. Candice took a deep breath and moved on to number four, Gene. She gave his cock a good stroke, then licked it and sucked it into her mouth. She dropped down on it and as she came up she looked up at him,
"Mom?" She stopped. The light in the corner of the room caught her face and the look of utter horror and surprise was one I'll never forget. Time froze. Everyone forgot where we were as Candice looked at Gene, his cock still between her lips. Then her mouth dropped open. She sat back.
"Gene? What are you doing...how? You're just...."
"This is the dancing you do?"
"I have to support myself. I'm so sorry, I should have..." I was transfixed by the scene. We all were. Gene's mother was a stripper? Gene's mother was hot. Gene's mother just sucked us off. Gene's mother just swallowed my load. Holy shit, Gene's mother was just giving Gene a blowjob! "I should have come around more but your father..."
"It's ok Mom. I didn't know, we were just having fun." Now she realized what she'd just done. She looked at me, and John, and Brian. Our cocks still out, just in case. But that was before we knew. And poor Gene. His cock was still sticking out. And he'd been fondling his mom's tits and she'd been sucking his cock. And she was almost naked here with his friends. He started to make sniffling noises. He couldn't cry, but... And then his mother did the only thing she could do. She hugged him. We watched her large tits squashed against Gene as she put his head on her shoulder. When Gene had gathered himself a bit, his mom held his face in her hands. Then a thought occurred to her,
"You must be doing ok, to afford all this." Now he sniffed again. Oddly the thought that Gene's mom was getting paid to perform sex acts never came to mind. He looked from his mother towards us.
"Nah, I don't. I never have much extra. Dad."
"Still sitting in Duke's?" Gene nodded.
"But these guys. They're my friends. Best friends you can have. They cover me and someday I promise I'll make it up to them." Now Candice looked over at us with a different look. Appreciation maybe? A tear rolled down her cheek.
"If I could I'd give you your money back, but my manager wouldn't allow it. I don't have much left but a maybe a few more years of this body. God forgive me, and please don't judge me. And thank you for being Gene's friends. He never had any good parents, but he seems to have a family of sorts." Brian, bless him had something to say,
"Candice, we won't ever tell anyone about this. Actually we think Gene's mom is kinda cool. And hot." She gave him a wry smile.
"So, how about you get more than your money's worth? For the next while, I'm Candice the dancer. Is that ok Gene?" He seemed unsure. It's not that he had the usual feelings for his mom that other kids have. And here she was practically naked and his cock had been teased all night and his balls felt heavy.
"Ok." Candice took Gene's hands and placed them on her tits. Then she began kissing his body, down his chest and stomach until she reached his hardening cock. Just before she took it into her throat she looked over at John,
"You first. I want to really feel it." John's mouth hung open. Brian nudged him. John got onto the floor behind Candice and pulled her g string down. I leaned over to look, finding a cleanly shaved pussy. I wanted to take a closer look at a real live pussy but I didn't want to get into John's space. John at least looked like he'd done this before, getting his cock in place and slipping it into Candice. As he pushed forward he forced her onto Gene's cock until he nose was pressed against him. Gene had his eyes closed, and head back, enjoying the feeling, but not wanting to see his friend fucking his mom. John was holding Candice's ass and fucking her hard. Brian had reached under and was fondling a breast. I waited my turn, thinking that this was going to be quite a way to lose my virginity. When John began thrusting hard, holding himself against Candice, then grunting I figured he was cumming, inside. Wow. My cock was hard, but I pulled at it a couple times to be sure. When John pulled out I get right in position. Candice's pussy was now all wet and messy from her and John, but I gave that no mind and after a couple of pokes found myself easily burying my full length in Candice. Following what I'd just watched I moved fast, feeling her insides grip at me. Gene was making some sounds and probably filling his mom's mouth. I couldn't stop if I wanted to. Coming off of Gene Candice began encouraging me,
"Oh, that's it, go hard, good boy, mmm, nice." It made me feel better, at least. I could feel it building and knowing I didn't need to pull out added to the thrill. When I felt my cum spurting into Gene's mom, I smiled. When I pulled my wet cock out, I couldn't believe I'd done it. I didn't look up at Gene as I moved back over to my seat. Now Brian wondered. Gene was sitting there, his cock shrinking. Could he get behind her as we had.
"Um, Gene, is it ok?"
"Bri, you covered all this with your birthday money." Candice looked at Brian.
"Then you sit back and let me handle this." Candice straddled Brian and let her tits smother him as she lowered herself onto him. Now she was fucking him and the movements of her hips and the gyrations of her ass had us mesmerized. There was a knock at the door.
"Everything ok in there Candice, it's been awhile." Never stopping her movements she replied,
"Go away Frank. We're just fine."
"This will be extra."
"No problem, I've got it." Brian managed to say from somewhere between Candice's tits,
"We don't have anymore..."
"Sshh. I'll handle it." And on she rode Brian as he sucked on her tits and had his dick massaged by her pussy. I don't know if she was faking, I wouldn't have know the difference, but Candice began to moan, and sigh and let out a long 'ooooooooooooh' just as Brian began pumping his cum into her. Then SHE said to him,
"Thank you." Whether is was for the orgasm it seemed she'd had, or because he'd brought us there, or because he was her son's friend I never knew. When she was sitting squeezed between us on the sofa, her arm around Gene, she let us know it was time to go.
"You better get yourselves together. Thanks again for being Gene's friends. Gene's going to come home with me tonight. We need to catch up on a few things. Night, boys." We all said out good-byes. Told Gene we'd see him at school and quickly left Top Top. Passing Scott on the way out he asked,
"How'd it go? You guys get a bj?" We gave him a thumbs up and piled into John's car. On the ride home Brian asked the obvious question we were all thinking,
"You guys think they're gonna do it? I mean Gene's the only one who didn't." John settled it for us,
"I hope he does, but who knows. Anyway, we never speak of this with him, right?" Brian and I agreed. And we never did. When we saw Gene Monday I might think he seemed a little different, but that might have been because I expected his to be different. Maybe he was still just Gene.
With what at the time we thought was the coolest and hottest mom. -->
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