This story happened in my younger days, working in a retail store while completing a University education.

After the store had closed and the boss, myself and one other male colleague were cleaning the store in preparation for the next day. My intention was to clean the store, drive home, indulge in some beer and go to bed feeling great.

While I was cleaning the store we all engaged in male banter about the day and what we were all planning to do once we headed home, and the boss came up with the idea of going for ‘introductions’ at a brothel. I assumed we would all go down there, have a perve, a manly chuckle, each go home our separate ways, get home, whack off and hit the hay. This was not the intention of the boss and the other work mate.

After a considerable drive time we ended up a neon fronted building in what looked like an industrial district and proceeded to walk into the establishment.

After the girls were paraded in front of us, I thought this was innocent fun, all the while gleering at work mate and boss, trying not to laugh, or look uncomfortable as I had clearly gained an erection and was trying to hide it.

After the introductions concluded my boss proposed something shocking and what I later agreed was an opportunity too good to pass up. My boss and the other work mate suggested that a session with one of the girls was in order, one of us mind you, while the other two watched behind a one way mirror.

I was stunned to realize I was the chosen for the task and that the expense would be shared evenly between the three of us even though I was the only partaking in the act……the other two work mates would incur a cost for watching. After calculating the cost and realizing I was getting a bargain and at this stage I had also smoked a joint or two before proceeding into the brothel I was in no mood to argue anyway.

Need less to say the session was a complete success, with all parties enjoying themselves. Strict orders were given to the lady partaking in this spectacle to direct all movements, groans and expressions towards the one way mirror as they had to get a show they’d never forget….. when the door was opened by management, it seems due to my state of drug induced intoxication I could not climax and remained at attention all the while and there was no intention of stopping until I was done, and there was no complaint by the female participant.

Screaming, cheering and clapping could be heard from behind the mirror as the boys were impressed with my girth and stamina, the show was enjoyed by all and I got more for my money as the session went overtime anyway……needless to say after all was said and done I was satisfied, the boys enjoyed the show….and I concluded that my first time in front of an audience, although not physically there in front of me, could still be heard and their presence obviously felt and known did not sway me in the slightest.

A roaring and memorable night was had by all, and it took all of two days before the story was spread around the workplace. No one thought less of any of us, it was just put down to a crazy, boys night out