"Alright. Alright. No sense talkin to you fucks. Start the fuckin' music," he yelled out. Well, it was the moment of truth for me. Would I have the co...urage to go out there and strip or will I stay back in the dressing room. The music blurted out loud at first and then my absolute best song to dance to came on… ‘Billie Jean’ by Michael Jackson. I couldn't have picked a better song to dance to. I really think that song gave me the extra courage to go out on stage. Robert said (seeming more. "Oh! Thank you Bobby," mom said smiling at the same time reaching for my hand."I know boys your age don't have... ummm... don't have as much control over their body as they'd like. I explained to your sister what could happen and I want you to know the both of us completely understand if... well... if you get an erection." MOM," I said in a raised voice."It's not that. It's... well... its," I couldn't finish, I knew she was right, but I didn't want her to think she was.I stood up and walked out. The reason I continue to use the same service is that I haven't been disappointed yet. Apparently whomever runs the service picked up on my needs very well. The women have been mostly older (meaning not in their twenties or teens), have dressed appropriately with just a hint of makeup, and either were very good actresses (which, in that business, should be considered a given) or actually enjoyed the evening.And, of course, they all danced very well.During portions of the evening I would feel. I didn't know if on my back or up my puss. I really didn't care where he put it.“Oh fuuuccckkk... I moaned as my orgasm hit me. The man, attached to the cock in me, slammed his hips against my buttocks. This drove his spurting cock deep in me. He held himself tight and unloaded an ungodly amount of cum and sperm in me. I shook as another orgasm racked my body. I dropped my chest against the patio deck, my hands on the man's legs, pulling him tight to me. When his cock stopped throbbing, I.