JOE:

    The gay bar where Daly and A.J. wanted to meet us for drinks just so happened to be one of my favorite venues as well. It wasn't normally the type of place where you could hope to get a handjob under the table, but tonight Daly and A.J. got away with it. Indeed, the atmosphere at the bar today was much more sexual than usual. I'd been here countless times, but I never had anyone cumming on my hand like A.J. just did.

    "I'm gonna go to the bathroom," my son Colton said. Just like me, Colt had been the target of A.J.'s cumshot. Colt had used a cocktail napkin to clean our new friend's jizz off his hand, but I guess he still wanted to go wash his hands. I wondered if this was Colt's first time having another man cum on him. For some reason, I thought of frat houses and straight fraternity brothers fooling around and cumming on each other as a joke. Did Colt ever do that? I never went to college, much less live in a frat house, so I had no idea if my presumptions were all just based on porn and out of touch with reality.

    My son got up and squeezed past me and my boyfriend Troy, leaving the table to go to the men's room. As soon as Colt was out of earshot, A.J. said "I hope he's not upset. I guess I should've aimed away from you guys. Sorry about that."

    "Hey, I'm not complaining," I smiled. I'd fed A.J.'s load to my boyfriend sitting next to me, and Troy and I were both very happy about that. "I think Colt is fine as well. Maybe he just needs to use the restroom."

    "Do you know if your son is into guys as all, Joe?" Daly asked me, trying to sound nonchalant. "Cuz I think everyone at the office assumes he's straight, but you never know."

    "I'm not sure either," I said. "He's had plenty of girlfriends, but I have no idea where he stands when it comes to other guys. The only time—" I cut myself off. I was a bit tipsy, and maybe I shouldn't be sharing this story with people I'd only met once before.

    "The only time what?" Daly asked excitedly. I decided to go ahead and just tell them.

    "Well, this doesn't necessarily have anything to do with being gay or bi, but I did catch Colt playing with one of my butt plugs once," I admitted, much to the enjoyment of the three other men round the table.

    "Really? You never told me that," Troy said with a smile.

    "Yeah, it happened in my playroom," I revealed.

    "Your playroom?" Daly prodded with a mischievous grin on his face.

    "Playroom, sex room, swing room – it has plenty of names," I said. "I opened the door one time and caught my son lying in the swing, fucking himself with a plug. And I could tell he enjoyed it."

    "How could you tell?" Daly asked, rubbing his crotch under the table.

    "Well… I walked in right as he was cumming," I said, stroking Troy's right thigh with my left hand. A look down at my teenage boyfriend's bulge revealed that he was hard as a rock. I had a feeling Troy had somewhat of a crush on my son, but he never mentioned it, probably because he didn't want to make things awkward between us. 

    "What did I miss?" Colt said, suddenly reappearing at the table.

    "Not much, we were just contemplating a change of venue," Daly fibbed. "I was thinking of moving on to The Falcon."

    "Are you sure?" I asked. Unlike this place, The Falcon was a full-on leather and kink bar – the type of place where anything goes. It was a successful chain with locations all over the country, and they had a pretty strict 21+ policy at the door. "I don't know if we'll be able to get Troy in, even with his fake ID."

    "Don't worry," Daly said. "We're best friends with the manager. We can get anyone in."

    "Oooh, I've heard of that place. It's supposed to be real fetishy," my boyfriend sounded excited. "Can we go there, Daddy? Pleeeease."

    I made eye contact with my real son, Colt, unsure how he would react to being at a kink club like The Falcon. Then again, Colt did just have a man cum on his hand, and he didn't even seem to make a big deal out of it. 

    "What's so special about this place? You've got me curious now," my son said, looking back at me and then turning to Daly.

    "You'll see," said Daly giddily. "I think we're done with our drinks here. Let's go." On the short walk to The Falcon, I fell into step with Colt for a minute, intending to give him a heads up about some of the stuff he might see once we got to the bar. But as we traded looks and I saw the glimmer in my son's eye, I reminded myself that he was a grown man now and he didn't need my protection. Maybe he was exploring new things and the best way to help him was to give him the space to do that. He knew I was here for him if he had questions or needed help.

    My concerns faded away as we approached The Falcon. Upon entering, I chuckled when I saw the line of guys waiting for the clothes-check. Just barely concealed from the sidewalk out front, men were stripping down and placing their garments in numbered receptacles. The five of us glanced at one another. There seemed to be a mutual agreement that we'd stay dressed – for now – though we decided to check our coats. A.J. also shed his button-down shirt, leaving him in a very tight and sexy tank top that showed off his chiseled arms.

    There were plenty of men who'd chosen to go naked, and others who were clad only in jocks or other fetish gear. Seeing as it was a Friday evening, the joint was as crowded as ever, and we had to push past at least three couples and one group of four guys who were all getting it on to some degree, right in the middle of the crowd. I glanced at the others in our group. Daly had a big smile on his face and looked right at home. A.J. looked serious but excited. Troy looked like a kid in a candy store, taking in all the sights with an expression of awe on his face. Colt... well, my son looked amused, a silly smirk splattered across his face.

    My son's red-haired coworker got us all drinks and we somehow managed to crowd around a small table, all standing close in and pressed shoulder to shoulder. Colt was looking around with interest, and I thought I saw something beyond just curiosity in his eyes. He certainly didn't look as uncomfortable as I'd feared, which made me glad, but I wondered if he was just embracing the moment or if he was actually getting turned on by some of the sexy action all around us.

    Just then, two bearded leather daddies that had been pressed together in a corner about six feet away, started fucking without bothering to hide it from everyone nearby. The bottom was vocalizing his pleasure with increasingly loud moans and groans, at least until the top stuffed something – I believe it was a black jockstrap – into his mouth. Colt sipped his beer casually and watched the two burly men go at it out of the corner of his eye.

    After a while, Colt announced he wanted to walk around and explore the place. Daly seized the moment and said he'd show Colt around, quickly knocking back the rest of his cocktail before darting off with him, pale face flushed with drunken exuberance. I stared after the two of them as they disappeared into the crowd, and my attention was only drawn away when I felt my cock being fished out of my pants.

    With my son gone, my young boyfriend had decided this was a good time to pay some attention to my cock. Troy pulled out my tool, and I was soon treated to not one but two mouths battling for access to my erection. A.J. and Troy were both on their knees, under the table, giving me an amazing tag-team blowjob. A.J. was a seasoned pro at cocksucking, I could tell, but Troy had been getting plenty of training from me over the past few months as well.

    This was far from my first time getting a blowjob at The Falcon so I wasn't ashamed to let it happen – even though there was the risk that my son might reappear at any moment. Indeed, it was that risk that made it sexier! I relaxed and enjoyed it for a few minutes, but I eventually motioned for Troy and A.J. to stop. As amazing as it felt, I didn't want to cum just yet, plus I had to piss. I excused myself with a gesture and moved away to push into the crowd with my cock still out. I think Troy and A.J. were caught off guard when, before they even had a chance to get up from their position under the table, another guy stepped into the spot where I'd been standing, his dick sticking out from his fly and dripping at the tip. If either one of my companions was at all hesitant about sucking a total stranger's dick in the middle of a bar, they only took a moment to consider it. The fact that the dude was sporting at least nine inches might have helped them decide. I grinned and nodded at Troy, letting him know he had my blessing, as I started to make my way to the bathroom.

    It took me a couple of minutes to fight my way through the crowd, during which multiple men reached over to stroke my cock as I passed them. When I finally arrived at the men's room, I pissed at the crowded trough, which featured a naked young man kneeling at one end, blindfolded and with his hands tied behind his back. His hair looked wet and matted and I wondered how long he had been keeping station there.

    On my way out, there was a darkroom that I almost ventured into, but I decided to explore the other nooks and corners of the bar first. I told myself I was just "looking around," in case I bumped into any friends or acquaintances; but frankly, a part of me was just looking for my son. I had to chuckle when I discovered him and Daly in one of the swings. I wondered if Daly had suggested that Colt climb into it, taking inspiration from my story earlier, or if it had been Colt's idea. Whatever the case, my son had ditched his pants and underwear, and he was relaxing back in the swing with his legs spread eagle. I might have said his cock, balls and hole were on display for the crowd, but not many people could see all of it since Daly's hands and face were buried in that area.

    Approaching closer, but keeping out of Colt's field of view, I got a better look at exactly what was happening. One of my hands shot to my cock, which I hadn't bothered to put away after pissing, as I watched two of Daly's fingers disappearing into my son's asshole. Colt's ass was accommodating the invasion but I could tell it was gripping Daly's digits tightly. Daly was managing to fully insert both of them to the knuckle, though he had to work them out and back in somewhat slowly.

    Daly's mouth was just as full as Colt's ass since he was also giving my son a deep-throated blowjob while fingering him. That pistoning was going at a much faster speed, and just looking at Colt's face made my cock throb. He was in obvious ecstasy, freely and openly moaning and calling out how good it felt. I saw a few other guys with hands on various parts of my son, rubbing his chest through his T-shirt or massaging some part of his exposed leg. If his head had been lower down I had no doubt that there would have been at least one cock getting pressed up to my son's lips. I had to wonder if he would have accepted it.

    I felt an extremely perverse thrill with everything going on. I not only had brought my own son to a sleazy gay cruise bar, but I was now watching him get serviced by his coworker and felt up by a bunch of strangers. Colt didn't even know I was watching. I wondered how the crowd might react to know that I was his father, standing just a few feet away. I caught myself almost wishing that everyone knew; that way they could all feel something as powerful as the taboo-crushing rush I was experiencing. 

    I was jerking my cock at the same pace that Daly was finger-fucking Colt, which was approaching the speed of his dicksucking. When Daly subtly changed the angle of his hand, I knew he was putting more pressure on my son's prostate, and I saw Colt's expression change to show a level of pleasure beyond what he'd experienced up to this point. Daly could tell that his finger magic was in full effect and his mouth began working Colt's cock even harder. On Daly's face, I recognized the look of a cocksucker who was about to get his prize.

    Feeling my own load rising up fast as well, I didn't hold back any longer than I had to. But for some reason, I wanted to cum right at the same time as my son, who was having his first (to my knowledge anyway) public gay sex experience. It felt incredible to be a part of it, even just as a bystander. When it became clear that Colt was starting to unload down Daly's bulging throat, I let myself go and I started to shoot my cum onto the nearby wall. The climax was more powerful than I expected, and I leaned on the wall a little for support as I watched my son's face contort with pleasure. It looked like an amazing cumshot for him as well.

    The crowd around them cheering loudly, Daly swallowed spurt after spurt of Colt's seed as men mussed my son's hair and patted his shoulders in congratulation. It was only when Daly got his full meal and slowly released Colt's cock that I was reminded how hung my son was. I'd only seen him hard that one time in the swing at my apartment, and I was proud that Colt had inherited a nice piece of meat from me. I squeezed my cock, milking out the last drops of my load, as I took in the sight of my son's open hole, another sight I'd been treated to that day when Colt used my butt plug on himself.

    Zipping up and smiling as I slipped away, not yet ready to let the two men know I'd seen them, I wondered how awkward (or not) things might be for the two colleagues when they met back in the office on Monday. I was fairly sure there'd be no such discomfort for my son and me at home. Nothing sexual in the recent past seemed to faze Colt or make our dynamic weird at all. In fact, neither of us had mentioned anything recently about Colt finding a new place to live. After I moved my massage business to a separate studio, the apartment no longer felt so crowded. It seemed like my son had quietly accepted my offer to stay indefinitely. I loved having him around… and I had a feeling this was only the beginning of all the fun we would have together.

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