It Comes Out on Weekends

It comes out on weekends, when I’m ready to party. But during the week, it stays in my closet. I keep it in the bottom drawer, behind rows of rolled up towels. You wouldn’t even know it was there unless you were looking. This weekend is one of those weekends. Due to a global pandemic, I hadn’t taken it out in several months, but when I took it out the smell of old cum filled my nose. It brought back so many good memories, of blow jobs, dick suckings, anal and oral. As I looked it over, I noticed the metal sequins, I remembered how they reflected the club lights so well and spread it all over. Its’ deep black leather worked perfectly, as it didn’t take away from sequins’ shimmer. I remembered how it showed off my ass and dick so well, and how many ladies I had attracted in it. When I put it on, we both became one, we danced with each other, our movement synchronized. I was one with it, and it was one with me. We had created a bond that could never be broken. I noticed a spot where the leather had faded, and I remembered that this was where I had put all my money. My hooker friends knew that I had made lots of money in this, it was truly a showstopper up on the stage. Whenever I wore this the crowd would cheer, I would feel truly powerful, like I was the only one on stage. They would cheer as I spun and twirled, I felt like the only stripper in the whole wide world. I hadn’t been out to the club in a while but I was ready you’d better believe. I remembered some of my fondest memories at the club, like the time I was surrounded by cum covered cocks, or the women with breasts that were heavy as rocks. I remembered the time I went into the closet with Pedro the bouncer. His big and muscular hands gave my dick lots of pleasure. Or that time in the storage room with the bartender Sally, she had always liked me, but was afraid to show it. I had seen this, by the way she had looked at me. I had even caught her looking at my fat juicer of a cock a couple times. I wasn’t married so I had decided to give her some of my time. She was so overjoyed when I took her back to the storage room. This was what she had dreamed of for so long, and she was going to take advantage of this time well. She knew her way around a penis damn well. She knew exactly where to touch it and when; and whether I was feeling horny or not. She had a special trick she called “The Cum Finger,” which I remembered very clearly. I took me by surprise the first time she did it. But afterward I wanted her to do it again. It started out after I had ejaculated, to my surprise she rubbed the cum on her finger. Then she told me to open my mouth, this took by surprise but I was ready to try something new. The way she had treated me already that night convinced me that this wouldn’t be any worse. As I opened my mouth, she put in her cum covered finger and rubbed it all over the inside. I had never tasted my own cum before but now I knew I could never go back. She told me that this was what she used on all of her favorite male friends, and that this always got them ready for more. I believed her, as I was revitalized by this new experience, one which I will never forget. This was also how I had gotten one of the cum stains on the clothing. The cum had dripped from her finger on to it, leaving a mark. A mark which would stay ingrained in my memory. Now you may be wondering what this piece of clothing is. I have kept it a secret all throughout this work, but now it is finally time to tell you. It’s none other than… my favorite thong.