November 07, 2001
We Did it for Science Male Strippers
My dear friend and co-worker Grant Stoddard writes a column for Nerve called "I Did it for Science." The premise is simple: Ross Martin and I think up fucked-up sexual activities that we know Grant has yet to participate in, and we send him out to experience them first hand and report the findings of his maiden sexual voyages. Grant thus far, in the Name of Science, has bought and tried out a cock ring, hooked up with a dude, had sex with his girlfriend on the subway, and flew out to LA to star as an extra in a Vivid Video porno movie (article coming soon).
So when I found out that CakeNYC was looking for men who had never stripped to dance and give lap dances at their upcoming Cake party, I immediately sent an email to the Cake girls requesting that Grant and I be allowed to dance in the Name of Science...








Basically, doing this makes you look like you have a huge weiner and makes the girls give you more money because they're all too busy fantasizing about your enormous wang to think clearly. But just as we were preparing to "tie off," one of our fellow not-so-novice dancers, told us to be careful. When we asked why, he told us "Dude, if you tie off for more than 20 minutes you run the risk of....(dramatic pause) a rupture." Needless to say, we decided that it would be better for girls to think we had small penises than tie-off and risk having no penises.




If you look to the right and you'll see Grant and myself waiting our turn to put on our big strip show (Can you see how nervous we are?).








Anyway, Grant's taking forever in the bathroom, so finally I knock and he's like "I can't come out." When pressed, he explained that he had a giant boner that wouldn't go away and he wasn't coming out until it either went away or until I fetched his pants so that he wouldn't have to walk around the club and risk poking some poor girl's eye out.

