CHAPTER 10

A Load of Fun

Category:  FATHER-SON 

JOE:

    When I first realized I was gay, I was overwrought with guilt. I guess that's not unusual, unfortunately; but in my case it was exacerbated by the fact I had a wife and a kid. I couldn't stop worrying about my son and what his life might be like if his dad came out of the closet. Thankfully, I found some supportive resources online, which helped me realize that A) there were plenty of others in the same boat as me; and B) the most negative scenarios in my head were not likely to play out in reality.

    Now here we were, almost twenty years later and my, what a different world we lived in. I used to worry that I would be the only gay person in my son's life; now, that idea seemed absurd. From what I could tell, almost half of Colton's friends here in Seattle happened to be gay. He didn't even go out of his way to specifically seek out gay friends; it was just how things worked out here in the city. One Tuesday evening, after having drinks with people from his office, my son came to me with an unusual question.

    "Hey Dad, do you know any male strippers here in Seattle?" Colton asked, taking a seat next to me on the living room couch. It was almost midnight and I was down to my underwear, getting ready to call it a night. 

    "Uhh, why?" I asked back.

    "This guy I work with named Daly is getting married. He's gay but a bit more on the conservative side. He's having a bachelor party together with his fiancé A.J. next week, but it's only a dinner at a restaurant followed by a small party at their house. Anyway, I'm invited, and I was thinking of getting them a stripper."

    "Are you sure they would like that?" I said.

    "I mean, it's a bachelor party. You can't have a bachelor party without strippers!" my son insisted.

    "Maybe their other friends have already hired one," I noted.

    "Maybe, but doesn't sound like it," my son shrugged. "Anyway, I just thought it would be cool. It's okay if you don't know anyone."

    "No, I know quite a few people, gogo boys and such. I actually… I've actually stripped at bachelor parties as well," I admitted. By now, there was no point in keeping information like this secret from my son anymore.

    "Really?! Did you come in dressed as a firefighter or something?" Colton laughed.

    "No, but I did dress up as a cowboy once. The groom-to-be was from Texas," I explained.

    "Um, so would you like to perform at Daly's party? It's Friday of next week," my son said.

    "I have a date with Troy that night."

    "Well bring him along. The act will probably only take you five or ten minutes, right?" Colton suggested. I could tell this wasn't his first time organizing a bachelor party – I'm assuming he's done this before for one of his fraternity brothers.

    "And how explicit is this performance expected to be?" I asked. "Are you thinking more humorous, or something more… hardcore?"

    "Oh, something humorous," Colton answered. "Nothing too explicit. I mean, some of their family is coming. Plus, I'm gonna be there, so…"

    My son trailed off, probably meaning to say, "so I don't want to see you get completely naked in front of everyone."

    "If you want me to do it… I'll do it, son," I said with a smile, shaking Colton's hand and adding, "And because I'm such an awesome father, I won't even charge you for it."

    "Aww, thanks Dad," Colt pulled me in for a hug. 

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    Ten days later, Troy and I arrived at a house in the suburbs. There were a bunch of cars parked along the street and we had to walk from several houses down. It was obvious there was a party happening, and we could hear music pouring out onto the street. The music seemed a bit too loud, until we realized Colton was standing at the front door holding it open, waiting for us; I texted him right when we'd parked.

    My son showed us into the house and said we should just hang back in the entryway for a moment. After checking to make sure the scene was set, he ushered us into the living room where an odd quiet had set in. We'd heard voices right when we'd entered, but now there was only some dance music playing on the stereo, and the eyes of about two dozen men were fixated on me.

    The two grooms sat blindfolded next to one another on two chairs right in the center of the room. All the attendees at the party were gathered along the sides of the room, with a few seated on the sofa and lounge chairs. The music stopped and I saw Colton tapping at his phone, finding the playlist I'd sent him earlier in the day. The music began playing on the house's sound system, and I stepped in front of the two men who were the reason everyone was gathered.

    I straddled the lap of one of them, a red-haired beefy guy who was my son's coworker Daly. Even with the blindfold on, his confused expression was obvious, but he didn't say anything. I'm sure he assumed that it was one of his friends, preparing for a prank of some kind. The rest of the party began to hoot, holler, and cheer like we were at an actual strip club. I figured most of these guys, whether they were gay or straight, had been to places like that.

    With a swift motion, I pulled off the skintight shirt that I usually wore to stripping gigs, and tossed it to Troy, who was watching in rapture while standing next to my son. Colt looked mildly amused and more than a little drunk, and he made eye contact briefly, right before I grabbed Daly's arm and placed his hand in the center of my chest.

    "Um... whoa," the ginger hunk muttered. He seemed cautiously excited, and I felt his other hand snake around my waist and touch the small of my back. I quickly stood and stepped away from him. I needed to give his partner a little feel as well. The crowd yelled again as I straddled the other man, a younger black guy with a striking jaw line. His name was A.J., and he jumped in shock as I ground my ass onto his upper thighs and let my fingers tease at his shoulders and upper arms.

    When I grabbed his hand and put it on my chest, he gasped and smiled. I reached one hand over to Daly and simultaneously pulled both grooms' blindfolds off. Both of their faces lit up with surprised smiles when they saw me and had their suspicions confirmed about what was going on.

    "Oh my god, a stripper! Quick, Dad, look away!" Daly shouted out in an Irish accent and laughed. He was looking across the room, not far from where Colton and Troy stood, at another red-haired man that, even without the verbal confirmation, I could have easily guessed was Daly's father. The older man was holding a big glass of beer, and his rosy cheeks made it obvious that wasn't his first of the night. He bellowed a laugh and used his free hand to dramatically pretend he was covering his eyes.

    I also noticed, seated on a couch with an unobstructed view, a young man who looked so much like A.J. that he had to be his twin brother, taking video of the lap dance with his phone, a broad smile on his amused face.

    Stepping back from the two grooms, I continued my routine, sliding off my pants (designed for easy removal) and revealing a pair of black boxer briefs with white piping. This time the grooms hooted along with all the other men. Colton hadn't clued me in on how many of the guests were potentially into dudes, but at the moment everyone seemed to be enjoying the show. I noticed Daly's father had quickly abandoned the pretense of not watching.

    I shook my ass for the grooms and for the crowd, making sure that the cameraman brother got some good shots for posterity. I returned to stand in front of the two men in the center of the room, facing away from them, and slid down the back of the boxer briefs to reveal my bare ass, with only the thin string of a red thong visible between my glutes.

    As I slid the boxer briefs down to my ankles and began a sexy strut around the room, I caught sight of Colt watching me closely. The look of amusement had left my son's face, replaced by something that looked more like… keen interest. I guess I shouldn't be surprised – it wasn't every day someone got to see their father do a striptease. But for some reason, the sudden self-awareness of what I was doing in front of my kid sent a shiver down my spine. And my cock reacted as well, with a surge of blood shooting up into it and tenting out the pouch of my thong.

    I was wearing a cockring on for maximum bulging, but I didn't want to start sporting an obscene erection. Colton had said this shouldn't be too explicit, and I didn't want to embarrass him. I wondered if anyone else in the room except Troy knew that I was Colton's dad.

    I moved to A.J. to get a more intimate lap dance going. I also need to conceal the fact that my cockhead was starting to poke out of one side of my thong. I knew a few guys had noticed, including Colton. His eyebrows had shot up with a mix of surprise and intrigue. I refocused my attention on A.J., and when I happened to feel that his dick was just as hard as mine, I made a point to grind our tools together slowly and sensuously. With my back turned to the crowd, this was a treat for the groom that the guests couldn't quite see. 

    The young man moaned in pleasure, making no move to stop me. I wondered if any members of his family other than his brother were also here. After a minute or so, I felt like A.J. might be close to blowing his load (and I wasn't feeling far from that myself) so I eased up and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. He whispered into my ear, soft enough so that only I could hear him.

    "Let my man stroke that big dick of yours," he said, and when I stepped back I saw a dirty smile on his face. I just smirked and nodded at him as I took a step over to Daly, placing myself in his lap. More than an inch and a half of my cock was jutting out from the side of my g-string at this point, and I didn't need to look down at it to know that the head was sticky and glistening with precum. I noticed that I'd left a few drops of it on the crotch of A.J.'s pants.

    As I got going with Daly, I unbuttoned his shirt and opened it, running my hands up and down his lightly-haired, pale chest. Remembering the order I'd just been given by A.J., I reached down and pulled the silky pouch of my thong down under my nuts, allowing my ringed and swollen erection to slap down onto Daly's chest. I saw a few drops of precum splatter up onto his pecs. This was wild! The situation had escalated crazy fast! I knew I'd been told not to take things "too far," but the chemistry with the grooms-to-be was so strong that I just couldn't help but give them the full monty. With my back turned to the guests, I wasn't sure how much they could see… and I didn't particularly care. 

    "Oh, fuck..." I heard Daly whisper. He made no move to stop me either, so I just kept going with it. My son had described his coworker as "more on the conservative side," but I don't know where the fuck Colt got that. He sure as hell didn't look very conservative with my hard cock rubbing against his chest while his own father was in the room.

    "Stroke me," I said to Daly, making sure it was loud enough for at least A.J. to hear. I turned and saw that A.J.'s eyes were locked on my throbbing dick lying across his lover's belly.

    Daly spit into his hand, which was something I hadn't expected. When he grabbed my shaft and started jacking it slowly, the warm lubrication of his saliva made it feel incredible. I let out an involuntary moan and saw Daly react with raised eyebrows and a wide smile. He stroked me a little harder and a lot faster, and I suddenly realized that I was going to blow a load right then and there.

    Pressing myself close up against the stud I was grinding on, I managed to press his hand and my cock between our bodies, just as the first jet of cum shot out. I made sure to keep my facial expression under control, and to everyone else it (hopefully) looked like I was just giving Daly a particularly close lap dance. Meanwhile, he was jerking a massive load out of me. This was wild, and not at all what I'd expected to happen here tonight. This was supposed to be something relatively tame, but here I was coating this guy's torso with my seed while his father, his fiancé, and my son all looked on.

    My head was spinning from the climax and I shot a glance over at Colton and Troy. I wondered if either of them could tell what just happened. As I finished up, Daly did us both a favor and used the edge of his shirt to wipe the cum from my abs (most of my load was pooling in between his pecs and running down onto his stomach). I tucked my still-erect cock most of the way back into my pouch, and as I stepped away, Daly closed his shirt and fastened a button, keeping the rest of the party from seeing the wedding present I'd left him.

    Both grooms smiled at me and the whole room applauded as I took a bow and slid my boxer briefs back on. The grooms whisked one another down a hallway for some privacy, and I wondered if A.J. was going to be licking my seed off his fiancé once they were out of sight.

    A number of the party guests shook my hand as I moved toward the entryway where Troy and Colton were waiting for me. I received plenty of thanks and compliments, and I got an especially firm handshake and conspiratorial grin from Daly's very drunk father, who looked like he wanted to say something dirty to me but couldn't think of the words. I just winked at him and turned to say goodbye to my son. We hugged quickly, and I chuckled as he handed me some folded-up cash.

    "That's your tip, Dad," he whispered. "You were fantastic."

    "I had a lot of fun," I said with a smile, suddenly feeling slightly awkward receiving a tip for a strip show from my own son.

    "Yeah, I could tell you had a LOAD of fun," Colt said with a conspiratorial grin and wink, walking Troy and me out of the house.​