COLTON:

    Hiring my dad to strip at my coworker Daly's bachelor party sure brought Daly and me closer together. He was one of the managers at the company but we worked in different departments, so we weren't too concerned about getting inappropriately close. The day after the bachelor party, Daly sought me out at the office to say,

    "Hope you had fun last night. Thanks for providing the… entertainment."

    "No worries," I smiled. "Hope you guys had fun. It was your party after all."

    Looking around, Daly leaned in even closer and whispered,

    "Listen, somebody told me that the stripper was your dad. Is that true?"

    "That's true," I confirmed. Back in December, I'd invited Dad to a Christmas party where I introduced him to a bunch of my coworkers. Daly didn't attend the Christmas party, but I figured it was only a matter of time before he found out I was related to the man who had given him a lap dance. Honestly, I felt no shame and no need to hide the fact that my father occasionally performed as a stripper. After all, this was Seattle in 2023: if people learned your dad was a stripper, they were more likely to think you're cool rather than to feel sorry for you.

    "Is he single?" Daly asked me next.

    "No, and neither are you," I reminded him with a grin.

    "A.J. and I are in an open thing," Daly revealed. I had a hunch that was the case – they'd taken to my father very keenly in front of one another (not to mention in front of all of their guests).

    Daly and A.J.'s wedding took place a week later in Ireland, so I wasn't able to attend. Nonetheless, Daly kept me updated with plenty of texts and photos; and I had a feeling I wouldn't be receiving them if it weren't for my sexy father. After a short honeymoon in Greece, Daly messaged me to invite me to "hang out and get some drinks after work," making sure to mention I should "feel free to bring your dad along."

    "I think Daly has a crush on you," I told my dad as we sat watching TV one evening. "He just texted me and invited us out for drinks."

    "Well that might be fun," my father said. "Plus, Troy was just bragging to me how he got a fake ID. This'll give us a chance to try it out."

    "Oh wow. I hope it's a really good one," I said. My dad's 18-year-old boyfriend looked even younger than he was, so it wouldn't be easy for him to pass as 21.

    Luckily, the bouncer at the gay bar that we went to the following week wasn't too picky. He glimpsed at Troy's and my IDs and he let us all in, the rest of the crew jokingly complaining about how they didn't get carded anymore.

    I'd never been to this venue before, but Daly and A.J. said it was their favorite bar. The place was a bit louder than I would've preferred, but it was 5 o'clock on a Friday so most bars in the city were crowded by this point. We got lucky and scored a table, where I sat in the middle, with Dad to my left and my coworker Daly to my right. Next to each of them were their respective partners. 

    The first topic of conversation was Daly and A.J.'s wedding and honeymoon. It wasn't long before we brought up their bachelor party as well – it happened when two gogo boys began dancing on platforms on opposite sides of the bar. The dancer closer to us was wearing a red thong, not unlike the one my father wore while performing for the grooms-to-be. "You're a much better dancer," Daly assured my dad flirtatiously, even though I don't really think it was Dad's dancing skills that got Daly so smitten.

    An hour or so later, everyone was feeling more tipsy and the night was going great. Despite being with two couples, I didn't feel at all like a fifth wheel, and everyone was getting along superbly. Troy was quiet at first, probably feeling a little overwhelmed with it being his first time in a bar. But after a few drinks he relaxed and became the chatty young man I'd gotten to know over the past few weeks. 

    Just as we started in on another round of drinks, the gogo boy in the red thong made his way to our table. He focused his attention on Daly and A.J. first, responding to the bills they slipped into his barely-there waistband by grinding his ass onto each of them for a good few minutes. The pouch of the dancer's thong clung to every contour of his cock and balls; I could tell that he was uncut, and that he was at least half-hard as his dickhead pushed the fabric outward.

    The dancer stepped over to me next, standing upright, facing me with a cute smile and a naughty glimmer in his eye. It was easy to tell that he loved the job and enjoyed showing off his chiseled body. I slipped him some money, tucking a twenty into the strap right at his hip, and gestured with my head over to my father and Troy next to me.

    "Show them a good time," I said, just loud enough for him to hear. He smiled, nodded, and turned around to grind his ass into my crotch for a few seconds before directing his attention to Dad. I had to adjust things in my pants a little, and I caught Daly watching me do it. He flashed me a drunken smile and just winked as he and A.J. snuggled a little closer to one another.

    The young gogo boy was really into my father. Maybe he was just into older guys like Troy was. My father was certainly enjoying the attention, letting his hands roam freely all over the dancer's tanned and exposed form. At one point, Dad had one of the boy's asscheeks in each of his hands, with the dancer kneeling on the bench and straddling my father, grinding down on his hips and up against his chest. The smile on Dad's face was huge.

    Troy looked less enthused, and I wondered if it was tough for him, knowing that my father was an object of admiration (and often more) for so many other guys. Even though Troy himself had met my father in that context, I could see how some jealousy might creep in. Even so, Troy got his share of attention from the dancer and copped several feels of his own, which seemed to please him.

    I glanced back to my right and noticed that Daly and A.J. had decided to get a little frisky as well. It only took me a few seconds to realize that Daly was giving his new husband a handjob under the table where we sat. If A.J.'s closed eyes and dreamy expression weren't enough of a giveaway, Daly wasn't doing a great job of concealing the movements of his right arm, though he seemed to be trying. The table wasn't really that big, and it seemed likely that nearby people with certain vantage points would be able to see everything that was going on, if they'd been interested enough to look.

    And A.J. and Daly weren't the only ones in this place to be getting pretty explicitly handsy. I saw another gay couple across the bar in a similar seated position, and I could clearly make out one of the guys' cocks being stroked. In one corner, a big muscular guy had two twinks pulled against him, one on each side. He was taking turns making out with them both, and his hands were both slipped far down the backs of those young men's tight jeans.

    All this public action was pretty wild and it was getting me really worked up. I still wasn't very comfortable being open about my attraction to men, so I tried to play it cool and just continued to let my eyes wander. Soon, they found their way back to my father and the red-thonged dancer, who were still in the same position, only now one of my father's hands was massaging the gogo boy's pouch, which looked a lot fuller than it had a few minutes before.

    I noticed Dad's other hand cupping the dancer's asscheek. It was hard to miss since it was all happening about four inches from my leg. I watched as my father's fingertips worked their way slowly toward the thin piece of the thong running down the middle of the dancer's ass crack. It was basically a thick string and did absolutely nothing to conceal the guy's smooth asshole, which was very obviously what my Dad was seeking out. The tip of one finger started to massage the dancer's pucker, and I was laughing a little to myself because the thong string would snap back and get in the way every time Dad tried to push it aside. Not quite knowing why I was doing it, I reached over and pulled the string aside to give my father unobstructed access to the hole. My fingers brushed against Dad's as I did that, and we briefly made eye contact as they did. My father's smile just got bigger, and he got a mischievous look in his eye.

    A moment later, I was treated to the sight of my father sliding his finger up into the gogo boy's hole, down to the second knuckle. I heard the dancer moan softly, and I craned my neck a little to see that Troy had reached over and pulled the red pouch down, and was now stroking the dancer's cock gently. This was crazy! I caught the gogo boy glancing around a few times, as if to check for someone looking. I figured going this far out in the middle of the bar was probably against some rule, but this didn't seem like an especially strict place in terms of public action.

    I continued to hold the thong strap aside, and when the dancer adjusted his position I found my hand touching Dad's again, this time almost on top of it. And the finger holding the thong strap was right up against one of my father's fingers... the one that happened to be half-buried in the dancer's ass. Dad looked at me again and I felt a huge rush from somewhere (probably the last cocktail I'd knocked back). Without thinking too much about it, I pushed down with that finger and felt it slip into the dancer's tight hole right next to Dad's. The gogo boy moaned louder than time, letting an "oh fuck!" slip out right afterward.

    It only lasted for about five seconds, but it felt so wild and intense. I was fingering a dude along with my dad, while his boyfriend played with the guy's cock! After my head cleared a little, I slowly pulled my finger out and traded conspiratorial grins with my father. Laughing to myself, I looked back over at Daly and A.J.

    There was no pretense now of concealing what was happening. I could see the glistening tip of A.J.'s dick peeking up past the edge of the table as Daly continued to jack him off, now going at a pretty good speed. A.J. looked like he was in heaven, alternating between having his eyes closed and looking around the room.

    The gogo boy finally moved on, having amassed a number of bills from all of us during his visit. I had my hand on the table, and Dad set his down right next to mine as he adjusted his seating position to a more upright one again. I caught his other hand reaching into his pants for some serious rearranging of what was no doubt a throbbing hard-on. Our fingers touched slightly but neither of us moved our hands away.

    "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" I heard A.J. gasp, and I glanced back over just in time to see a jet of cum shooting out of the end of his dick. Because of the angle of Daly's hand, A.J.'s dick was pointing toward Dad and me when it started spurting. When I felt some wetness on my hand a moment later, I knew exactly what it was without needing to look. Instead, I just watched my co-worker milk his husband while they sat right next to me, and felt happy for them. This was such a fun and charged setting and they were enjoying themselves immensely. 

    When I did look down at my hand and the globs of semen that had landed on it, I saw some of it had gotten on my father's hand too. I reached out to grab one of the cocktail napkins. I used it to wipe up the cum that had landed on the table, then folded it once and gently wiped up the beads of sticky fluid from the back of my hand. I moved to hand the napkin to my Dad so he could do the same thing, but he'd already pulled his hand away. He'd brought it to Troy's face, and his boyfriend was licking A.J.'s cum off Dad's hand as the two of them looked lovingly into one another's eyes. While the moment might have made someone else in my place finally get that fifth-wheel feeling, I could only feel glad for the two couples I was with.​