The Black Banana Pt. 1

The Black Banana Pt. 1

Published by Tyre12837 · 2012-08-22T13:28:27+0000

I have never been to the club Black Banana downtown. Don't get me wrong, I been to a lot, a lot of clubs in my day, but the Black Banana is a whole another story. The Black Banana is a gay club.

Now don't get wrong, I don't have nothing against the but that ain't me. I'm not about touching nobody else dick but my own. I got a couple gay bruhs so I'm hating on what they do. Do what ya gotta do to get ya nut.

One night me and my homo bros Kenny, Mark, and Jamell, got a little wasted at our favorite bar downtown and were stumbling down the street near the Black Banana. As I saw the sign and started to hear the loud bombing bass, I started to fuck with my bruhs knowning their gay asses get horny when they get a little alcohol in their system.

Yo, y'all wanna hit up the Black Banana?

All 3 of them stopped, or at least tried to as drunk as they were, and turned and looked at me like I was speaking Chinese.

Mark spoke up "Question is do you? Ain't no coochie in there for you." All three then started laughing.

Man, just seeing if you homos got down like the rest of us in the strip club.

Jamell burped and said, "This ain't your run of the mill, hole in the wall, bullet wound having, std carrying, 6 kids working on 6 having female strippers"

Well dude fool, bitches don't have dicks.

"Some in the BB do. But look if you wanna go, fuck it, let's go. Don't say we didn't warn you." Kenny said as we approached the large wooden double doors with black steel bananas as handles.

Pssh, its just dudes shaking their ass for ones. Just like every gay club I bet

I'm glad I'm not a gambling man because I would lost the fuck out that bet. You would think you would see scrawny muscle bound dudes in g-strings walking around, but these dudes were thick, some on the chunky side even. And they were walking around in classic stripper attire. The some dressed in cop uniforms, really really tight uniforms, hugging all the wrong curves in my opinon, construction workers, even some football players and businessmen in suits. The only thing common about the "dancers" was that they had a BB name tag and they look like they all needed hit the gym a bit to tighten up their figure.

I sat back like a parent watching their kids run off to play in ChuckECheese's as my bruhs dispersed across this huge ass club stunned at all the money these dancers were racking up even those they all were one cheesecake away from being called fat..

I kept looking around this huge club and saw a lot of food was being passed around, a lot more than regular straight clubs. Usually you hit the bar and just see a pot of some BBQ chicken, that's it. It would be some banging chicken but it wouldn't hold a wick much less a fucking candle to all this good food I see around.

So I follow proper club protocol and hit the bar and called up the bartender. He was dressed in some tight leather pants and white beater. I know bartenders get a more tips showing skin but he migh have reconsidered the beater seeing that he's sporting an extra 30 pounds in the gut. "What can I get you, sexy?" He said smiling.

How much for the buffet and a beer?

"Free of charge man, just grab a plate and dig in."

For real, thanks man.

"Just make sure you feed the stripers."

Feed them? You mean pay them right?

"You must be new here. Look around"

I turned around confused once again at what I saw. I glanced at one of the dancers dressed as a cop giving a man a lap dance while munching on some donuts. I spotted the dancer in the footbal uniform hit a split with a funnel in his mouth while the patron was pouring beer down it. After downing the beer still in the split, the footballer rubbed his belly and burped. The parton then slipped a twenty in his tights.

What kinda club is this?

"Its a special kind of strip clubs....a gainer strip club." The bartender said in between his sips of beer. "This club is for dudes who like big dudes who like being big or getting bigger...and prancing around in real tight clothes showing off their hot bodies."

Wow this different.

"Enjoy man"

What was there for me to enjoy. I like chicks. End of discussion. So I grabbed my beer, grabbed a plate from the buffet, walked back to my seat and began to fully watch the spectacle before me. How can these dudes get off on this? And why am I so intrigued?

As I sat and demolished my first plate, I rubbed my full stomach and considered getting another. The food was even better than I could have possibly expected, but I had to be careful. I'm already thick my damn self, if I binge on this good food ima need security to help me up and carry my fat ass to the car. As soon as I decided to go against that second plate, a dancer walked up to me, holding a big plate of BBQ wings, the same kind I just filled up on.

"What's going man? My name' s Orlando.Having a good time?"

Yeah I'm good. I'm not looking for a dance tho, I'm straight.

"Who said anything about a dance? I just wanna sit down next to you, eat, and talk a bit with ya. You seem kinda out of place although you did seem happy with that plate you just killed. Wanna share this plate of wings with me? I noticed you had some on your plate earlier. They are my favorite."

Sure why not.

"Thanks..I think I grabbed too much and I did wanna put them back tho. They're really good"

Classic dancer move. Talk the money out the john. As he sat down, I got a good look at him in his wanna be hood get up of a beater and sagging jeans. Lando got nice body on him, tall, got a lil muscle on him and a starter belly like most college boys get when they are hit with that Freshman 15. The only thing that stuck out on Lando from a random dude on the street was his butt. He had a Wacka Flocka body and a Kardashian ass.

Now I gotta admit, I'ma ass man..on girls...but I could not stop staring at that big juicy round ass smashed together in them tight drawers slighty covered by his sagging jeans. If them cheeks were titties they'll be ole double G's. I really could not stop staring at this boy's ass as he was leaning forward toward the table biting every little piece off each wing he picked up. He sure got a big appetite to match that big ass of his.
I started fantasing of what I would do to an ass that fat on a girl. Rub my dick up against it, lift each check up and let em go to watch em bounce, smack one and watch em both wobble, lick and nibble on em before sticking my big hard dick deep in-

"Didn't you mama ever tell you BURP, cuse me, tell you that's its rude to stare?" Lando said looking back at me, holding a wing, and interrupting my daydream.

I looked up and froze. I was caught....staring at a guy's butt. A nice round fat jui--damn it. An ass that belonged to a guy. Focus. How the fuck ima play this off?

I-I-I um.....Sorry man I zoned out...must be the it is from the food I ate.

"Does your dick always get hard from a good meal?"

I-I-I umm yeah..I guess.

"Ok let's test this theory"

Before I knew it he leaned back and brought his wing to my lips.

Dude thanks but I'm good.

"C'mon. One little bite. This little wing? You got this. You don't want me to throw it away do you?"

What the hell. Those wings are too good to waste. I took a bite.

"There you go. isn't that good? That was easy. I bet you can finish the rest of these off no problem. Keep that good feeling going."

What the hell was he talking about? And why am I eating more wings? What I am doing? Since when did eating food feel so good. I was caught in another trance finishing wing after wing until I was surrounded with chicken bones and a bloated stomach belled out in front of me. All I could do is lean back and burp.

Damn what did BURP did you do to me?

Lando started to rub my stomach. Damn that shit was feeling to good to tell him to stop. "I wanted to test my theory." He started rubbing my inner thigh and suddenly stop. He got up and kicked his leg over me began to stradle me. The weight of him and that ass on my lap was making me hard again. Damn. Maybe he won't feel it.

I look up at Lando like a kid and trouble. I been caught. I can tell by that smirk he has on his face. Say something. Call me out on my lie. Do somethi--

Before I could finish my thought, he grabbed my hands and placed them on his fat cheeks.

"Uh huh. I figured. I knew you were lying. Its kool tho. It did like you enjoyed ya wings too so that couldn't have been an act either. I don't know why you came here tonight but trust me...you are leaving here a bigger changed man."