A few years ago, for my 16th birthday, my step-dad took me to a strip club with his friends. He went there a lot, so he knew they wouldn't card me as long as I didn't try to buy alcohol.
As soon as we got there, we took seats around the stage, and my step-dad and his friends ordered beers, and I ordered a Sprite. The dancer on the stage was pretty, and I'd been rock hard since the parking lot, but I couldn't take my eyes off another dancer who was standing by the bar. She looked barely older than me, and she didn't have big tits, but she had tiny little nipples and a skinny body, and was very pretty.
My step-dad noticed me gazing at her, and excused himself. He approached her, spoke with her for a minute, and then led her over to where we were sitting, where she introduced herself as Stacy, and told me my step dad had bought a dance for me.
I was nervous and excited, but 10 seconds into the dance I knew I was in trouble. My step-dad and his friends all watched as she straddled me and ground against my crotch, her soft tits in my face. I'd never even kissed a girl before.
I think she had danced for about 30 seconds when I began to try to push her off of my lap, to decrease the pressure a bit, but it was too late. The soft feeling of her abdomen in my hands, and the knowing smile she flashed me as I tried to push her off a bit was more than I could handle, and suddenly my whole body tensed as I began to ejaculate in my pants.
After about another 5 seconds, the dancer stood up and smiled at my step dad and his friends and said, "all done!" My step dad's friends erupted in laughter. My face burned red, as I excused myself and ran to the bathroom. Being a strip club, there were no stalls, and I was too shy to try to pull down my sticky boxers where anyone might see me. So reluctantly I returned to the stage with the sticky mess still in the front of my pants.
There I was forced to sit for another 45 minutes, sipping my Sprite, as my step dad and his friends each got a dance from Stacy, each of them touching and groping her much more aggressively than I had done. My cock grew hard again in my sticky pants, and I was immediately jealous of them touching the girl who had drawn my affections. But no one volunteered to buy me another dance, and I could hardly expect a dancer to dance on my sticky lap.
On the car ride home, my step dad told me he'd never been so embarassed by me in his life, and that I'd better learn some stamina if I ever want to please a girl. He never invited me out with them again.
