Interactive: The Idol, ch. 6 (Patreon)

*** You all really wanted him to become a dancer in this chapter!  It was a pretty close one, so I'll try to tie in the second place option at some point. ***

“I’ve been thinking about jobs for you, and with your new growth spurt I think you should put that body to good use.”  

Alex shrugged his friend’s hand off his bowling ball shoulder.  “What...like manual labor?  Construction?  I don’t know how to do any of that stuff.”  He blushed when he saw the look on Chris’s face.  “No!  I’m not doing sex stuff, man!”  

“No, dude, not, like, turning tricks or anything.  I used to work with a guy who had a gig on the weekends as a dancer over at the Cage and he made a fuckin’ killing.  And he didn’t look half as good as you do now.”  

“You want me to be a stripper?”  Alex couldn’t believe he was even saying it out loud.  

“If the money’s there and you’ve got the body, why not?” 

“If the money’s so good why don’t you do it?”  

“Because I don’t NEED the money.  You do.”  

Alex wrestled with what his friend was saying.  “But...I’m not gay, and I can’t dance…” 

Chris waved it off and pulled out his phone.  “So?  Neither was the dude I worked with.  You’re not going to be in a music video, man.  People aren’t going to be watching your moves, they’re going to be watching this,” he said, slapping Alex’s firm bubble.  

“I don’t know man, this is a lot to think about…” 

“Look, there’s a club a few blocks from here that’s having an amateur night tonight.  Just give it a shot.  If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work.  But you’ll never know otherwise.”  

“I...okay, I guess?”  Alex didn’t know why he was agreeing.  He didn’t actually want to go through with it, but the more Chris talked as they headed for the club, the harder it became to say no.  The whole day was starting to feel like a dream.  His body, his clothes, his behaviors; none of it felt real.  Now stripping?  Alex was almost dizzy from his head spinning.  

“Here we are!”  Chris’s eager voice was the opposite of what Alex was feeling.  He’d never even been IN a gay bar, let alone stripped in one.  But that didn’t stop him from following his friend into a place called the Stallion.  

“I...I don’t know about this,” Alex stammered.  As soon as they walked in, all eyes were on him. 

“Dude, you’ll do great.  These guys are checking you out already.  Just go up to the bar and say you want to sign up.”  

Alex sighed and did as he was told.  “Uh, hi,” he said to the shirtless young man behind the bar.  “Is this where I sign up for amateur night?”  

The young man’s lean, ripped torso was covered in tattoos that made his defined muscles pop and drew Alex’s eyes down to his tight jeans.  He looked Alex up and down in return with a crooked smirk.  “Sure is.  What’s your name?”  

Alex was aware of the heads around him turning to check him out.  He was leaning against the bar so that his perky, barely covered bubble was sticking out.  “Alex,” he said, trying to sound confident.

The bartender’s growing smile told him it didn’t work.  He patted the back of Alex’s hand and nodded towards the men staring at him.  “Don’t be nervous, honey, you’ll do just fine.  You’ll go on in ten after Billy.”  

Alex felt a bit shellshocked as he walked away from the bar.  He was committed now.  True, he could just run out the door, but he knew that wasn’t an option, not really.  

“All signed up?”  Chris was at the bar with a drink already in hand.  “I was watching these guys watching you...I think they’ll be falling all over themselves to see what’s under those shorts.”  

Alex blushed.  He never imagined himself in this situation.  “Great.  Just what...oh, shit!  Let me see one of the bags!”  

“What?”  

“My shorts...I don’t have anything on under them, remember?  Let me see some of the stuff we just bought so I’m not naked up there.  Hurry!  I’m on next.”  

“Here!  Just take this,” Chris said, shoving a wad at him.  Alex hurried into the bathroom to change, his stomach dropping when he saw the long urinal and two open stalls.  

“Shit…” he muttered under his breath.  He didn’t have time to hesitate.  The pumping music outside meant Billy was already starting.  He tried to act like he was just in a locker room as he stepped as far into a stall as he could and pulled his shorts off.  Without fail, as soon as the shorts were down the bathroom door opened.  

“Well heeeellllooooo!”  

Alex blushed and turned to see a pair of drunk, middle aged men gawking at him.  “Oh! Uh, sorry, I’m up next.  Last minute wardrobe change...this is my first time...”  Alex wanted to murder Chris when he finally looked at what his friend had handed him.  The bright red jockstrap wasn’t going to be much better than being naked.  Remembering that his dick was hanging out in front of the two men, he quickly pulled it on anyway.  

“Thanks for the early show,” one of the men said as he came over and snapped a five dollar bill into the jock’s waistband, the back of his hand brushing against the stuffed pouch.  “Glad to be your first customer.”  

“Uh, thanks,” Alex said, unsure of what he should feel.  Part of him felt a thrill at so obviously turning the men on with his body alone, but the flipside was that he felt like a piece of meat.  He didn’t even like going to straight strip clubs because so openly objectifying the women made him uncomfortable.  Now he was about to do that to himself.  

He had his shorts back on just as the music stopped.  The bartender motioned from across the room for him to take a spot next to the platform while Billy, a lean little blonde that was all ass and thighs, picked up his money.  The shorter man smiled at him encouragingly as Alex’s name was announced.  

It was a toss up for Alex which was louder, the music or his pounding heart.  He was all adrenaline as he stepped up on the platform and started wiggling and flexing.  The crowd seemed to surge around him and he found himself looking out into a sea of lustful, hungry faces.  He wouldn’t let himself focus on how embarrassed he was.  Instead, he focused on the music and moving in time with it.  It was almost hypnotic.  By the time he had his shirt off a few moments later it started to feel easy.  His new body was moving in ways his old one never did.  He wasn’t stiff and awkward like he’d always felt on the dance floor.  He was lithe and flexible, despite his added bulk.  He flexed his meaty new arms while he wiggled his hips and groped his bulging pecs.  He traced a finger along the dark, wiry hairs that ran down his abs and toyed with the waistband of his shorts, pulling it out and down to tease the crowd.  Already several bills were wedged inside and Alex discovered that he didn’t really mind the strange hands as much as he thought he would.  

He turned so that his back was to the crowd and slowly tugged the shorts down, revealing his firm globes bit by bit.  The crowd went wild when he kicked the shorts free and shook his cheeks in time with the music.  The hands and bills came in a frenzy then.  Alex was so caught up in what he was doing that he didn’t even care when one of the hands tugged the front of the jock down.  He knew he’d just flashed a room full of strangers, but all he did was snap it back into place and continue to bounce the bulging pouch around.  

When the song came to an end the crowd roared for him to continue.  His pecs glistened with beads of sweat that ran down his washboard stomach while he scooped up his money and discarded clothes.  There was a part of him that wanted to keep going.  

“See?  What’d I tell ya? Not so bad, right?”  Chris was beaming when Alex reemerged with his clothes on, a stack of bills in his hand.  

“That was actually pretty fun,” Alex said, his bashful grin stretching from ear to ear.  “And I made $150 bucks in like five minutes.”  

“Was that really your first time?”  The bartender came over to congratulate Alex on his performance.  “You were a natural up there.”  

Alex was almost as surprised as everyone else.  “Yep.  We just did this on a whim ‘cause I need a job…”

“Honey, you’re hired,” the bartender interrupted.  “Once word gets out we’ll have a line out the door if you keep that up.”  

Alex gave the man his info as one of many drinks came his way.  When it became clear that Chris wasn’t his boyfriend, there was practically a line of guys waiting to flirt with him.  The normally reserved Alex ate it up.  Young, old, fat, built; it didn’t matter.  He flirted right back and danced with anyone until Chris finally called it a night.  He left with a stack of phone numbers almost as tall as his money.  

“Okay, yeah, that was a good call,” Alex said as he leaned drunkenly into Chris on their walk home.  He wasn’t as drunk as he was letting on, but the alcohol was an excuse to have his arm around Chris’s broad shoulders.  

Chris just laughed, tightening his grip around Alex’s waist.  “I always knew under that uptight exterior you had a wilder side.”  

‘I know, right? It’s crazy...all of this...these muscles...the...the way I’m feeling...I just wish I knew why it was all…” 

“It seems to be working, so I’d just go with it,” Chris said as they made their way up the stairs to his apartment.  “I gotta admit, bro, even I thought you were sexy up there.”   

“Yeah?”  Alex grinned mischievously and pushed Chris down onto a chair when they were inside.  

“Hey!  What’re you…” 

“Put some music on,” Alex said, blaming the alcohol for his actions.  

Chris raised a confused eyebrow.  “What?”  

“This was your idea...if I’m a stripper now, I’d say you’ve earned a lap dance.”  

“Dude, you’re drunk,” Chris laughed, blushing.  

“So?  Come on...I need the practice.”

“Oookay…” Chris sighed, putting on some music and settling into the chair.   

Alex walked in a slow, steady circle around his seated friend, running a hand across Chris’s meaty pecs and along the back of his wide shoulders.  When he was back in front he raised his arms behind his head and flexed, licking his enlarged biceps while slowly writhing and dropping his hips.  He watched Chris’s expression change from an amused grin to something else altogether.  “Ah ah, no touching,” Alex chided when he felt Chris’s hand on one of his bulky quads.  He pulled the loose tanktop free before bending over to grab the bottom of his friend’s tight tshirt. He didn’t say anything, but Chris lifted his arms to let Alex pull it free.  

The dancing man felt his cock twitch at the sight of Chris’s bare, ripped torso.  He’d seen it thousands of times before, but it never made him feel like this.  He turned his back and straddled Chris’s lap, squatting down to press his back against his friend’s smooth skin and grind his ass into his lap.  

“Ho...holy shit dude…” Chris panted while Alex writhed his firm cheeks against his crotch.  His friend had his hands on his head, accentuating just how big his arms had become while his waist tapered to a fine point.  

“Like that?”  Alex had convinced himself that despite feeling stone sober, it was the booze and only the booze making him do this.  He was just on an adrenaline high; he didn’t really like the feeling of Chris’s cock hardening against him.  

“I don’t know if it’s weirder to say yes or no,” Chris laughed awkwardly.  “That ass is incredible.”  

In response, Alex stood just long enough to drop his shorts before letting his now bare cheeks resume their position.  

“Oh that’s just not fair,” Chris groaned.  He was painfully hard.  

Alex spun and dropped to his knees, his hands sliding into Chris’s shorts.  He ran his hands up his friend’s solid, furry thighs until his fingertips brushed the other man’s straining briefs.  Alex couldn’t stop himself.  He didn’t know if he even wanted to stop himself.  He pulled his hands free and had Chris’s shorts open in a flash.  There was a pause and a gasp from his friend when the next thing he knew, he had Chris’s pulsing, thick cock firmly in his lips.  

“Whoa...what’re you...jeeeeeesus….” Chris whined, equally surprised by Alex’s actions.  He’d been oblivious to his own change in attitude toward his friend and hadn’t realized how much he wanted this.  He’d never fooled around with a guy before, but he no longer viewed his friend the same way he viewed other guys.  Alex certainly looked the part.  Looking down, all Chris saw were broad shoulders, huge arms, and a slab of pecs.  Yet something about Alex made it so that this didn’t seem weird at all.  “Ohhh man...I’m...fuck...I’mmmmmmuuuuuhhhh!”  Chris exploded into Alex’s mouth, reeling from the intensity of it all.  He squirmed while Alex sucked him dry, not letting go until Chris’s long hose was mostly soft.  

Alex’s impressive chest heaved as he looked up from between Chris’s thighs and caught his breath.  “So what now?”