CFNM Story

They were screaming for him, and it gave him an instant hard-on

Matt smiled as he unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off, the music thumping loud in his ears. The women in this small room were all looking at him, cheering loudly as he revealed his slightly furred chest. Who'd have thought an everyday waiter could become a male stripper - even if he was doing it as a favour?

He'd turned up to work as usual, and it had been a busy night, especially with the raucous bachelorette party raging upstairs in the private room. He'd been on the receiving end of a few roving hands, lightly squeezing his butt as he'd edged past with drinks, but he didn't mind. He always enjoyed female attention, and he reveled in the appreciative glances thrown his way by various women.

And then the stripper they'd booked hadn't turned up. Suddenly, the excitable crowd were without their main entertainment, and before he knew it, the Matron of Honour had cornered him near the toilets and offered him $300 to take it all off. "We've all been looking forward to a bit of CFNM!" she told him, winking.

Confused, he'd asked what she meant. "Clothed Female, Naked Male!" she said, laughing at him. At first he'd been worried about stripping, but the minute he made his entrance, and the crowd went wild, he knew he was a natural at this.

The music kicked up a beat, and he started to gyrate in time, moving over to the woman with the veil headpiece, assuming she was the bachelorette. She grinned, and ran a hand down his bare chest. Her touch was light and made him very horny. With a flourish he unbuttoned his pants, unzipped, and then carefully stepped out of them, to louder screams.

He knew his cock wasn't huge, but at this point he was hard, and they could see the outline through his boxer briefs.

He moved to stand in front of another woman, and ran his hands up and down his thighs, drawing attention to his bulge. She had no hesitation in reaching out and running her fingers along the length of his dick, a huge smile on her face. These women were shameless!

He moved back and danced some more, but by now they'd started to chant, urging him to remove the jocks and reveal all. He waved his finger, teasing them, and then - after more cries of "Take it off!" - he inched the waistband of his shorts downwards, carefully revealing his pubic hair, and then the first inch of his cock. Grinning, he then covered himself up again, to cheerful booing. He did this twice more, until the song began to reach its climax, and then he quickly pulled his shorts down, bending right over so they couldn't see anything, and then straightening with an extravagant movement.

They went wild, screaming and laughing, and then suddenly the Matron of Honour was grabbing his dick, running her fingers over it and getting a good feel before going down on her knees and taking him in her mouth. He was shocked and suddenly felt unsure of himself... but it felt so good he wasn't sure he could tell her to stop. All around him were women, eager to see his body and his cock, and eager to watch him come. He closed his eyes and gave in to the sensation, feeling her tongue sliding up and down his shaft, aware that an orgasm was not far away. She sucked hard, and his knees quivered.

Then the bachelorette was urged forward as the Matron of Honour released him and backed away. Laughing, and going bright red, the bride-to-be took hold of him with an expert hand and began to give him a handjob. The crowd egged her on as her hand moved faster. He had no choice but to let her continue, and felt his balls contract with an oncoming spasm.

He came, his white semen spilling onto the stained restaurant carpet, and the women let out the wildest, loudest cheer of the night. For a few moments he could do little but collapse to his knees and pant, but finally he got to his feet and gave them all a bow. They applauded enthusiastically, asking for more.

Matt's mind love the idea of more, but his body probably couldn't do it. He was due in the kitchen anyway.

Later the Matron of Honour gave him an envelope. "There's $400 in there… we took up a collection, you were so good. Say… what are you doing in two weeks? I've got another friend who's having a party, and I think you'd be a hit."

Matt thought about it, about the women screaming for him, about the pleasure he'd just received, and about the substantial pay packet in his hand - far more than he'd get as a waiter.

"Sure," he said. "Want my number?"