Favorite club experience!

[Jeff224]

What is your favorite experience in a gay bar or a male strip club?

[AtlantaDude]

It's exciting when the dancer comes out with a hard dick in his underwear and it's visible sideways, then you tip them and they open the top of the underwear and let you wrap your fingers around the manhood.

 

[Danny-Darko]

Talking with dancers over a drink and then getting a private lap dance! 🤩

[+ Vegas_Millennial]

Discussing Roth IRA investment options with young men just starting out as strippers

[Xavitv]

Are you referring to a specific experience or in general?

[Jeff224]

10 minutes ago, Vegas_Millennial said:

Discussing Roth IRA investment options with young men just starting out as strippers

IRA investment options? That's so unexpected 😂😂

[Jeff224]

11 minutes ago, Xavitv said:

Are you referring to a specific experience or in general?

It could be a general or specific experience. Just something you had and felt was good

[Jeff224]

26 minutes ago, Danny-Darko said:

Talking with dancers over a drink and then getting a private lap dance! 🤩

It's always fun and erotic to get a private lap dance🤭

[+ Vegas_Millennial]

1 hour ago, Jeff224 said:

2 hours ago, Vegas_Millennial said:

Discussing Roth IRA investment options with young men just starting out as strippers

IRA investment options? That's so unexpected 😂😂

I've had several young men at several strip clubs remember me and thank me for pushing them to open a Roth IRA when I visited them a year later.  I can't get past a 5th song during a private dance with someone without asking him how he's planning for his retirement.

Edited June 15 by Vegas_Millennial
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[Minneapolis]

I would have to say my first experience.  I was 20 years old and went to the only gay bar in town

.  They had a lit up martini glass on the outside to let you know this is the place. No windows (this was the 80's).  Went there with my fake id and they had a couple of strippers for the night.  Locked eyes with one of them right away.  He came up to me after their show and we left the bar to make out in his car.  So hot.  He was a couple years older than me and a Pizza Hut assistant manager.  He was such a good kisser and so good with his hands. 

[AtlantaDude]

12 hours ago, Minneapolis said:

I would have to say my first experience.  I was 20 years old and went to the only gay bar in town

.  They had a lit up martini glass on the outside to let you know this is the place. No windows (this was the 80's).  Went there with my fake id and they had a couple of strippers for the night.  Locked eyes with one of them right away.  He came up to me after their show and we left the bar to make out in his car.  So hot.  He was a couple years older than me and a Pizza Hut assistant manager.  He was such a good kisser and so good with his hands. 

More details!   Love this story. 

[jeezifonly]

My fave would have to be my very first.

Picture it... Nob Hill Theatre, 1978, me 22, midwestern and very closeted, visiting family in the East Bay, on a solo day trip to the city. Hopped off a cable car, mid afternoon, as the Bush St marquee was visible from Powell. Too shy and broke for serious engagement with dancers, but it was not just my first motion-picture porn, but more urgently, the first in-person sighting of an erection that was not my own. 🫪Devastatingly huge secret to hold for another two years til I moved west and got my hands on one. Never had that particular sort of adrenaline rush since. 

[Minneapolis]

On 6/17/2026 at 10:06 PM, AtlantaDude said:

More details!   Love this story. 

Not much more to the story.  We were young and everything happens a lot faster back then 😉.  I do remember after fooling around we went back into the club so he could get his bag.  Lights were full on and he was still beautiful.  We exchanged numbers, but never saw each other again. But I'll never forget it.  

There were other nights I went to this club when they had dancers.  I remember the lady who checked id's just knew I was underaged and would always say "be careful in there.  Don't let anyone buy you a drink".  Good advice.  Most guys in there were in their 30's and I was fresh meet.

There was one dancer who would come and he was super straight.  But I managed to talk him up and he invited me to an after bars party.  He was there to pick up girls, but he needed to bring beer to the party.  He was 19 or 20.  Well, I told him I'd buy a 6pack for him if he let me blow him. He agreed, but he said he didn't want to cum since he wanted to score that night with the ladies.  So outside of this house, we went against the back wall and I went at it. He kept saying, "ok, ok, that's enough, you are going to make me ... aw, fuck it" and shot his load.  Totally worth a six pack of bud light. 

 

[AtlantaDude]

Great stories.  I’m of similar age.  

[jeffla]

I was in my early 20s, on my first business trip, in San Francisco. As the cab made its way up to the Mark Hopkins Hotel on Nob Hill, I saw a few blocks below, the Nob Hill Theater, which immediately got my curiosities going. I had never been with a guy, grew up liking girls, but started getting certain curiosities near the end of college, curiosities I hadn't shared with anyone.

So one afternoon, finally, I was able to get away from the conference I was at, and I ventured down to the Nob, so nervous that I literally had butterflies in my stomach. I paid the entrance fee and went into the theater, and sat near the back. There were only 5-6 guys in the theater, as it was mid-afternoon on a week day, and they were playing porn, which they interrupted for an afternoon stripper performance.

The announcer says on the PA system, and I'll never forget it, "If you like what you see, feel free to whip yours out and show us." Those butterflies in my stomach went to a whole new level--nervousness and excitement all mixed together. I never even thought people might do something like that, such an innocent inexperienced young lad I was.

Anyway, the curtains opened to reveal a hot college-age smooth-bodied Asian guy dancing on stage as he quickly shed his clothes and revealed a full erection. Then, he proceeded into the audience to give a lapdance to each of the men there. The announcer did say you can touch him anywhere but his cock, but no one seemed to pay attention to that, as some of the guys not only touched him all about, but stroked his cock, and even sucked on his nipples.

Finally, he ended up before me, when I summoned enough courage to put my hand on his chest and feel his defined body, and in that moment, I knew a new chapter of my life just began: I didn't have the guts to touch his cock (or to "whip" mine out), but I couldn't get enough of the excitement I was feeling with my hand on another man for the very first time.

I went back a couple of times that week to the theater, including a night show, when there was a much bigger audience. The sight of the audience, 75% of whom had their dicks exposed as they jacked freely or gave each other a hand, was a monstrous turn-on. Maybe a third to nearly half the audience were guys in their 20s and 30s, so it was cool to see some other people like me there. I wondered if they were in the closet like I was; some were really good-looking but almost everyone seemed to be there on their own.

Some strippers played by the rules, and others were much more generous with the touching. Still, I didn't have the guts to whip my dick out, and ultimately would masturbate myself through my pants and cum without exposing myself to any of the other guys.

The next few months, as I remained in the closet, I would secretly fly to SF about once monthly to explore this thrilling new side to my life. Male strippers and a masturbating audience became my gay sex outlet.  In hindsight, this likely skewed the rest of my sex life, because this kind of illicit fun still really turns me on today, which is probably why I get into massage sex at parlors, which is far more discreet but still feels "so wrong yet so right." (Thank God there were no iPhone cameras back then, or I could be in real trouble with today's facial rec apps and my professional image.)

Finally, that fateful day arrived, a few months later: It was a night show, and the place was packed. Almost every seat was filled. I barely managed to find a seat, as I heard the announcer say the same opening line that would always give me a shot of nervous adrenaline. The curtains opened and revealed a cute 20-something Caucasian stripper, who was totally my type, boyish with a smile to kill and an athletic hot smooth body and a very admirable dick. He quickly stripped and then began to work his way through the large audience, one guy at a time. Meanwhile, I'm seeing guys around me, one by one, start unzipping their pants, some subtly stroking, others unabashedly pulling their cocks out and jerking off as if proudly before all. 

Now, you have to picture, they had a spotlight following the stripper as he made his way from guy to guy. On the one hand, I was always nervous about bumping into someone I may know since I wasn't ready to out myself, but the excitement was just too much for me to hide in the back row, which was reserved for those who didn't want interaction with the stripper.

So the cute stripper at last makes his way to me, and teases, "What do we have here?" And he begins to flirt with me, touching me everywhere as he sits on my lap, working his hands down my body as he begins to unbutton and unzip my pants, pulling my cock out and jacking me in front of everybody. Not only that, he then leans forward and deep-kisses me right there in my seat. I couldn't believe what was happening, but I just gave in. He takes my hand and puts it on his dick, the very first time I'm touching another guy's erection. He then grabs both his dick and mine together in his hand and jerks us together as he kisses me some more. 

As much as I was into what was happening in the moment, I was also aware that guys were leaning forward from behind or from the row in front, jacking their dicks, as they watched us getting it on. And there I am, totally in the closet, worried about being found-out, with a hot stripper masturbating me and kissing me in the spotlight for the entire audience to see. I was nearly ready to cum when the cutie whispered to me, "Hold it in, and see me after the show." When he left me to go to the next guy, I can't even describe the feeling: There's something so sexy about that nervous feeling combined with a sexual adrenaline rush, and it's still something that turns me on today.

Needless to say, from then on, I had no difficulties whipping my dick out at the Nob.

As for the stripper, after the show, he pulled me into a booth that had a glass window through which we can see strippers shower, and as another stripper was showering and then came to the glass window to jack off and encourage us, the cute stripper goes down on my cock and sucks me to fruition.

And that was my introduction to gay sex!

 

Second-favorite club experience: The 20-man stripper shows at the Campus Theater (which really took things much further than the Nob)... Four times a year. I managed to fly to SF for a couple of those shows and you'd have to get there extra early because they'd be sold-out 2-3 hours before the show even began. All I can say is, wow!

 

Sadly, these places fast declined or closed not too many years after I discovered them. First, Campus shut its doors... and though the Nob lasted a while longer, it started to showcase a much rougher looking group of strippers in its later years before finally shutting down as well. I often feel badly for our younger gay peers who never got to experience this kind of fun, but I'm lucky these clubs/theaters aren't around today, in the age of iPhone cameras, or the conflict between my brain and my dick would cause me constant torment.

Edited Saturday at 05:18 AM by jeffla

[+ claym]

1 hour ago, jeffla said:

Second-favorite club experience: The 20-man stripper shows at the Campus Theater (which really took things much further than the Nob)... Four times a year. I managed to fly to SF for a couple of those shows and you'd have to get there extra early because they'd be sold-out 2-3 hours before the show even began. All I can say is, wow!

 

All I can say is wow!  You had me glued to the screen.  Great stories.  I once stayed at the Mark Hopkins and entered the Nob, but I can only retrieve snippets of that experience.    Never heard of Campus Theater.  Do say more and how things went further there!

[jeffla]

On 6/19/2026 at 10:18 PM, claym said:

All I can say is wow!  You had me glued to the screen.  Great stories.  I once stayed at the Mark Hopkins and entered the Nob, but I can only retrieve snippets of that experience.    Never heard of Campus Theater.  Do say more and how things went further there!

LOL. I had a feeling someone was going to ask me to expand on the Campus once I mentioned it! I was going to save that for another day, but oh well... since you asked, and I'm still up, I'll tell you about that place.

The Campus was in a seedier area of San Francisco, not nearly as polished or clean like the Nob. (I think it was called the Tenderloin.) But it had a great group of young strippers, all kinds, and lots more excitement to be had.

The Campus had three floors, the top being for strippers only... then the main floor with a theater and stage structurally like the Nob (but again, no velvet curtains or its far more comfy chairs)... as well as a hallway in front and the stripper schedule on a board next to photos of each stripper, plus the ticket booth in the very front... and then a basement that had, among other things, a small maze, an arena where they had other smaller (but more intimate) shows, and a shower room with a wooden door and a latch and a shower that likely didn't work, lol. 

Most of the fun was to be had in the arena and the shower room. The arena was constructed with perhaps 3-4 wooden steps in a semi-circle, where you can sit on the step or climb it to get to the next... and a small open area on the floor in the center and in the front. Strippers would strip in the small area in front, then go guy to guy in the arena, where you'd see many of the patrons giving the strippers blowjobs right there, one after another. Tempting as it may have been, that's a little too risque for me... not to mention, I was still relatively inexperienced back then, my Nob Hill "education" notwithstanding. But it was definitely hot to watch. Sometimes, the stripper would play with your cock too if you had it out in the open, something that, at that point, I was very comfortable in doing.

The shower room was on the other side, with some sofas outside of it. You'd wait your turn, though guys often stood next to the door to the shower room as it didn't close fully, so you could sometimes see what was going on through the slight opening, giving the whole experience some extra voyeuristic heat. As I recall it was $10 then, which you'd give to the stripper when it was your turn in the shower room, and you'd get maybe five minutes for some private interaction. At the very least, he'd jack you, but you could suck him, a few might suck you, and sometimes you could really get into a hot kissing scene too. I remember a couple really cute strippers I enjoyed interacting with, including one Latin kid, my age, who was really attractive and had that smile that always gets me... and was an amazing kisser. An instant crush for me. I saw him a couple times when I visited across some months, and he would recognize me and smile as he took me into his arms and began making out with me like a long-lost lover each time.

What made the Campus even more fun is that they later added what everyone of course hoped for: two-man shows a couple times daily, a five-man show on weekends, and then four times a year, a 20-man show... that weren't so much strip shows as they were all-out sex shows.

So for the two-man shows, which took place in the arena, the two strippers would start by stripping, making out with each other, blowing each other while everyone watched; then they'd go guy to guy and offer their cocks for each guy to play with and/or suck. Patrons would be jacking openly, and everyone would be celebrating male camaraderie at its finest and having a grand old time.

Now that I was several months into my strip club adventures, and a bit more experienced (but still never had a boyfriend and was closeted in my own life at that point), I welcomed the boundaries getting pushed, as new excitement kept everything so thrilling. So when I heard about the 20-man shows, that same nervous sexual adrenaline rush built within me instantly, and I knew I had to go experience that.

Thankfully, I got to the Campus early enough because they sold-out shortly after. It would've been a massive bummer to have flown to SF only to not be able to enter! The place was packed.

I think the show was around 8pm, so as the start time approached, everyone made their way to the main theater. It was always a bit awkward grabbing a seat between two guys you don't know—especially as they’re likely going to be jacking off next to you as you may be doing too—but most guys were pretty respectful, keeping their hands to themselves unless otherwise invited. I don’t remember the guy to my left, but I do remember the guy to my right who was relatively cute, Latin or maybe Middle Eastern, probably a bit younger than me. He sorta reminded me of myself when I first began as he seemed excited but tentative, keeping his pants zipped at this point in time.... as did I when the show began. That said, it didn't take long for me to see my neighbor rubbing himself through his pants, and I wondered if he'd be able to resist pulling his dick out like the rest of us. Time would tell. 

So, the way the 20-man show worked is that the announcer would introduce 5 strippers at a time. They'd come out on stage, strip, start jacking, and then kiss and/or go down on each other on the stage.

Cocks everywhere in the audience would be getting pulled out as you could feel the sexual heat in the room rising as if the physical temperature were literally getting hotter. Like I said, by this point in my journey, I had no hesitation pulling my dick out too, but I was conscious of the kid next to me who didn't yet pull his out... so I didn't whip mine out yet either, hard as we both obviously were.

After a handful of minutes, the five strippers on stage would start making their way into the audience, many of whom would openly suck the strippers' cocks, while strippers made out with each other, or played with the audience's cocks as well or sucked each's cocks in rows with the audience or in the aisles. And then the next group of five would be introduced and come out, and proceed to strip and have sex with each other on stage. Then, they'd join the other five in the audience as the next five came out, and this would continue until all twenty horny, naked, erect strippers were everywhere amongst the audience, most of whom were openly jacking. It was as crazy as it was so hot to be a part of.

What was fantastic is that unlike my early days at the Nob (as described above), when I'd wait for one stripper to make his way through dozens of guys to get to me, at the 20-man show I literally had a stripper in front of me or within an arm’s reach more often than not for most of the show.

Still, it wasn't until a group of five strippers came out with my Latin crush in it that my heart started pounding even faster. I was curious how eagerly he'd have sex with the other strippers, as I never saw him interact with others. On stage, he got blown by one of them, but seemed to be going through the motions (or so I imagined, as I really wanted to believe that I was the one he truly wanted lol....).

Meanwhile, other strippers would give me and my buddy to my right lap dances, and we’d be stroking cock after cock after cock.... while everyone was just having the hottest time with the music pulsating. And the strippers clearly loved the attention... and the sex. But all this was a blur, for my eyes were really focused on two people: My neighbor to my right and my Latin crush.

I kept checking out my young neighbor who was really excited and loving feeling all the guys and stroking them, and he kept checking me out too. It’s like we were thinking the same thing, wondering who would be first.

Finally, as we looked at each other, I decided to be more of a mentor (lol--I still was in the closet!), and took the first step of pulling my dick out, loving that he was watching me as I did... at which point, he immediately unzipped and pulled his cock out too as he watched me watch him. I loved how aware we were of each other's cock-visibility status, lol, and how we were clearly having fun together.

Plus, that made the strippers even more interactive with us, as they'd play with both our dicks. And we also got a lot more love from the strippers likely due to our age. I remember one stripper asking us if we were boyfriends, lol. Even though we said no, he urged us to play with each other, so we stroked each other, which seemed to please the stripper as he told us it was hot and invited us to stroke him too, which we did together.

Finally, my stripper crush, the Latin kid I love kissing, made his way to me and flashed that engaging smile of his I loved, and sat on my lap and immediately started making out with me passionately. I remember my new friend next to me watching us (I imagined with envy), which I really loved, and at one point my friend reached over and jacked my crush as well. I was okay sharing my crush with my new friend lol, but I wouldn’t have liked it if someone else did that uninvited! Still, my crush kept his tongue firmly in my mouth, and I hadn't seen him kissing anyone else... so I felt special, in my own imagination at least!

Meanwhile, another stripper joined the three of us and stood before my new friend, and egged my crush to give his cock some attention. So my crush turned and proceeded to suck the stripper right in front of our faces while still seated on my lap. I have to confess, I felt a pang of jealousy watching my future husband sucking this stripper's cock. At a certain point, my crush motioned for me to join him and taste his friend's cock with him, which was thoughtful, but while I made an exception for mouth-to-mouth action with my crush and sorta loved the idea of both our mouths on a cock together, I couldn't help but think of all the other patrons' mouths that were likely wrapped around that stripper's cock in the minutes before….

So instead, I said I thought my friend to my right was feeling left out, at which point this once seemingly shy tentative kid next to me eagerly took that stripper's entire cock in his mouth, giving him an impressively deep and passionate blowjob, while my crush proceeded to kiss me more and rub his hard dick against mine.

Alas, all good things come to an end, and my crush had to move on to the others but whispered to me to find him afterwards, parting with the sweetest smile. 

This was one of the hottest events I had ever attended at these clubs. Everyone was having a great time. Cum started flying all about as some of the strippers exploded in aisles and guys in the audience had orgasms, shooting loads onto back of seats or wherever. And my new friend couldn't hold back any more and finally came in his seat. He quickly zipped up and left (it was a short friendship lol), and not long afterwards, the show came to an end, at which point some of the strippers went downstairs to continue working for tips.

I hadn't yet cum and went to find my crush, who was downstairs already and immediately upon seeing me pulled me to the side of the arena and started kissing me in front of everyone. He then unzipped me and pulled my pants down and started sucking me as patrons and other strippers jacked off watching us if not cheering us on. I remember he'd stand up again to make out with me some more, then go back to sucking my cock. We both finally came together, at which point I think we even got some applause lol. That was the last time I saw my crush. He was a hot time all on his own, but with the 20-man show this was definitely one of the hottest times I'll ever have.

Man, I wish I could relive these experiences somewhere, some day again!

 

I did see clips of patrons getting it on with strippers at a strip club in Mexico called Cabinas Funny. It reminds me a lot of the Campus, though it's even smaller. Still, it's hot; the patrons aren't bad-looking either. But much as I would love to relive this experience one more time by going there, the fact they're on the Internet without their faces blurred in most videos confirms, unfortunately, that just isn't going to happen. But the clips sure make a visit tempting.

So, hot massage parlors are probably my limitation for now, for illicit as the fun can be, at least we can be more discreet there.

 

Hey, @Claym, I hope I didn't let you down with the read.

Edited yesterday at 05:46 AM by jeffla

[kyleham]

Too many to tell

[afterfallhours1]

One or some nights when I go to a strip club I would get a private lap dance with two strippers. And one would slap me and spit in my mouth as I suck both cocks, and we sniff some “snow”. This happened during one of my favorite songs: Gameboy by Katseye. I love when they play Katseye. Then later one of my favorite dancers would follow me into the bathroom and we would snort more snow in the bathroom stall. I love nights like these. 

[+ claym]

@jeffla You do not disappoint!  In fact I had to slow myself down to fully appreciate all that you were reporting. And I have started to retrieve more of my one-time experience at the Nob!  Your tales surely fill me with nostalgia for yesteryear.

Edited yesterday at 05:35 AM by claym
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