TAYLOR:

    Before my father left New York, I decided to take him to my favorite fetish bar, The Falcon. Now that he was exploring his submissive side, there was no place better than The Falcon to show him what some of our fellow kinksters got up to. Stag Meadow Lane might have its upsides, but it certainly didn't provide easy access to sex clubs and other venues where you could publicly let your freak flag fly. 

    Every now and then, The Falcon threw themed parties, and upon consulting their website I learned tonight's theme was rubber. My husband and I didn't have a lot of rubber gear, with the exception of a few jockstraps, so I decided to take Dad shopping.

    The salesperson at the gay fetish shop we went to was an acquaintance of mine who I'd known for years. It was still early in the afternoon, so Dad and I were his only customers for now.

    "This is my father," I revealed to the salesboy. "He's been… discovering the world of kink lately."

    "Well, you came to the right place," the young man smiled. If he was at all surprised by the fact I would take my own father shopping to a place like this, his face didn't show it. Looking cool and collected, he turned to my dad and asked, "So, what kinda kinks are you into?"

    "Ahem, I'm not… I'm not too sure," Dad said, before tugging down the waistband of his sweatpants and revealing his cock cage, "but I've been wearing this lately."

    "Wait a minute, don't you have a cage just like that, Taylor?" the amused salesguy turned to me. 

    "That IS my cage, actually," I confessed with a smile. "I passed it on to my dad."

    "Reusing, I love that," the boy said. "So would you be looking at more cock cages?"

    "Actually, we're here to look at some rubber gear," I said.

    "Let me guess, going to The Falcon tonight? I got you," the salesguy said and led us to the rubber section, where he let us browse on our own for a while.

    "This stuff is pricy," Dad noted, checking the price tags on some of the full-body suits.

    "Well it ain't cheap to make. But I think we're only looking at underwear for tonight," I said. "Those might be perfect for you."

    I was pointing at a pair of black rubber shorts that had three large white letters on them, spelling out the word SUB. Next to them was a similar pair with the word DOM on them. I pulled out a large size of the sub shorts and handed them to Dad. 

    "Oh look, they come with a zipper in the back. Ain't that nifty?" I chuckled. On the backside of the shorts, right across the middle where a person's asscrack would be, was a zipper that could be undone for easy access.

    "There's some talc powder in the fitting rooms, if you're trying stuff on," the salesboy chimed in. "Some of it can be quite tight."

    Indeed, even though the shorts were my dad's size, it took him a couple of minutes to slowly pull them up his legs, making sure not to tear the rubber. The talc power came in handy, and the salesguy watched with a smile on his face as I applied powder on my dad's thighs, ass, ball sack, and around his caged cock.

    "Your son's very helpful," he said to my father, who agreed and nodded just as I was rubbing more powder onto his balls. Finally, he managed to slip the shorts all the way up. They were skin tight on him, revealing the outline of the chastity device he had on.

    "What do you think? I think they're perfect," I said. The brand-new rubber was still very glossy, and I admired the way the word SUB glistened in the light of the fitting room.

    "If you like them, I think we should get them," Dad decided. 

    Before leaving the store, I picked up a couple of rubber jocks for Owen and me, as well as a fresh bottle of poppers. That evening, the three of us put on our new rubber outfits underneath the rest of our clothes, and we went out for dinner at a restaurant that was a couple of blocks away from The Falcon. There, unexpectedly, we bumped into another acquaintance of mine named Kurt, who seemed to be dining on his own. We went over to say hi, and Kurt invited us to sit at his table. As I introduced him to Dad, I could tell Kurt gave my father a strong handshake, squeezing his hand hard like Kurt was prone to do.

    "What's a handsome man like you doing out on his own?" I asked Kurt. 

    "I was shooting a video in the area. By the time we were done I was starving," he replied.

    "Oh. What kind of videos do you shoot?" my father asked.

    Kurt looked at me as if to check whether it's okay to answer the question. Kurt was an amateur porn performer, and even though he was proud of his success, he understood that might be a delicate subject to bring up in front of some people's parents. 

    "Kurt does adult videos," I chimed in, answering Dad's question. "He's an amateur porn star. And I don't use the word 'star' lightly in his case. He's very big. No pun intended," I smirked.

    "I was just filming a video with three girls," Kurt bragged.

    "Oh. Well, I guess that explains why you were ravished afterward," Dad chuckled. 

    During dinner, we spent a good amount of time talking about Kurt's porn career. When we were done with our meal, Kurt insisted on paying for it, even though the rest of us attempted to talk him out of it. 

    "Fine, let us take you out for drinks, then," I said. "We're all going to The Falcon, why don't you join us? It's a rubber party, but I'm sure they'll let you in even if you're not wearing any."

 

STEPHEN:

    My son's prediction was proven correct: Kurt was not only allowed in The Falcon, but since the bouncer recognized him, we didn't even have to pay the nominal cover charge to get in. I felt like I was suddenly part of a celebrity entourage. After entering, everyone stepped into an area to the side of the doorway and started talking off their clothes. I realized this was the "clothes check" Taylor had mentioned. I was surprised to see that the boys even checked their phones with their clothes, and amused to note that since there wasn't any other place for it, cash was stored inside one's sock.

    It was wild to see a room packed full of shirtless men, all dressed in some kind of rubber getup, laughing and drinking. It almost had the feel of a pool party happening inside a bar. Not everyone was shirtless, I noticed after a moment of looking around and trying not to gawk too much. Some men had what seemed to be rubber shirts on, and I saw one guy in a suit that covered every inch of him, with small holes for his eyes, nostrils and mouth. He was sipping his drink through a straw. I laughed to myself, wondering how much of an ordeal it was when he had to take a piss. It was probably going to take me a solid five minutes just to get my dick out of these shorts, when the time came.

    Kurt, who had gotten down to his underwear, wasn't the only one not in rubber, but he was definitely in the minority. Once I got a look at his nearly-naked body, I knew that nobody would be chiding him for violating the dress code. Plenty of eyes were on the amateur porn star as we made our way through the crowd and headed toward the bar. His white briefs hugged his asscheeks perfectly. I'd been intrigued to hear that in addition to videos with women, Kurt also performed with men. I also remembered hearing him mention having kids and an ex-wife. It was interesting to see how many guys (including myself, I guess) were way more sexually fluid than most people probably thought. From what I could gather, it sounded like Kurt's younger brother was somehow involved in the videos as well, though Kurt hadn't gone into detail about that in front of me.

    As we waited for drinks, I glanced down at Kurt's crotch and must have done a double take or something, because a second later I heard him chuckle. I'd been genuinely shocked to see that he seemed to have a massive hard-on, which his briefs seemed barely capable of keeping pressed against his hip.

    "I might've overdone it on the boner pills earlier," Kurt said to me with a smile. Now it won't go down." I nodded, now understanding why this young man was still sporting serious wood even after an afternoon shooting porn with three women. I was no stranger to such pills, though not since getting started with the cock cage.

    Taylor paid for our drinks and passed them around. Then, my son led me around the venue as Owen and Kurt ventured off in another direction. It was pretty loud, so my son wasn't able to offer much narration as we took in everything around us. Before leaving the apartment, the boys had mentioned that this place was an institution, and I could see plenty of old photos on the wall, clearly from decades past. It felt special to come to a place like this, knowing that multiple generations of men had been free to explore their pleasures here.

    Taylor and I both finished our drinks, and after leaving our glasses on a table my son grabbed my hand and we headed toward the only corner of the bar we hadn't yet visited. I noticed two men walking through a door that looked like it opened up to a back hallway, and then realized that was where Taylor was pulling me.

    As we entered, the light rapidly disappeared and I was being led through another doorway, beyond which I could see absolutely nothing. The men inside whatever space we'd entered were all standing close together, but it was still fairly easy for Taylor to push open a path through the crowd. People weren't dancing but this felt different than moving through the crowd out in the bar; there was a sense of motion I felt from everyone we passed.

    As my eyes began to adjust to the dark, the soundscape helped me realize that all these men were getting it on in one way or another. The wet noises were clearly sucking, fucking and who knows what else, and I had to smirk at the other identifiable sound that seemed to come from all around us – the quiet squeaking of rubber rubbing against rubber. 

    I heard Taylor greet someone and understood that he'd somehow managed to find Owen and Kurt. From the little I could see, we seemed to be near one of the corners of the room, so maybe this was Taylor and Owen's usual meeting spot. I was able to make out Kurt's white briefs, and also noted that the contours of his massive bulge hadn't changed at all. I glanced over at Owen and found that I couldn't make out his orange rubber jockstrap, due to the fact that a man's ass was backed up against my son-in-law's hips. Owen was fucking some guy whose face he probably hadn't even seen! I felt my dick pulse inside its metal confines as I realized that was probably the case for the vast majority of encounters happening in here. It was the whole point of this room, in fact.

    Taylor pulled me in close to himself and Kurt, and I was surprised to feel Kurt's hand move to my hip and then quickly to my rubber-encased ass. He squeezed it a few times and then leaned in to whisper in my son's ear.

    "So am I allowed to hit this? Or are you and Owen keeping him for yourselves tonight?" Kurt asked. Once again, I was hearing my son and another man discuss who was going to be fucking me, almost as if I wasn't standing right here. Was Kurt joking around about Taylor and Owen having me to themselves? Or had my son revealed to Kurt that he and his husband had both used my ass? It got my cock throbbing in its cage, thinking that my son was bragging to his porn star buddy about fucking his own father.

    "Owen and I have been playing with my Dad all week," Taylor said, and I felt my face flush in the darkness. "I think your dick's just what he needs for his last night in town."

    "Sweet," was the only response I heard from Kurt, and then suddenly his other hand was on my hip and he was turning me around to face away from him. My heart started racing because I knew I was about to be fucked in the middle of this room of men I couldn't see, who were all doing the same thing. It was so public and so anonymous at the same time.

    Kurt's hands teased at the waistband of my shorts as he continued to knead my asscheeks, and for a second I panicked thinking about how tough it would be to get out of these, especially with the cock cage on. But then I remembered the strategically-placed zipper. Kurt's fingers found that as well and a moment later I was feeling the warm air against the skin of my ass and the younger man's fingers working their way into my crack.

    When his two fingers slid easily into my hole, he quickly added a third which went in fairly easily too.

    "Fuck yeah," I heard Kurt whisper with excitement in his voice. I could tell he was wound up, horny and a little drunk. I was feeling the same way. His fingers withdrew from me and his other hand left my hip. Half a second later I felt something thick and hot whack against the exposed skin of my ass: Kurt's cock.

    I braced myself just in time because I knew what was coming next. The head of his dick felt huge as it pushed up into my ass, and Kurt paused when he heard me gasp. I felt a hand on my shoulder, resting there softly and not yet pushing me down. I pushed back onto him just a little, to make sure he knew I was ready for more, and then his grip on my shoulder tightened. Kurt slammed the rest of his cock into me fast, which made me want to cry out again, but I held it in and focused on the feeling of being totally filled up by my son's friend.

    I glanced over and I could see that the guy on the end of Owen's cock had been replaced by Taylor, whose satisfied expression I could just barely make out in the dark space. I suddenly was able to see that my son was looking at me with a naughty grin, and he reached over and mussed my hair just as Kurt was pulling most of the way out and slamming back into me.

    Taylor and I were both hunched over and bracing ourselves on our knees as we got fucked. The lower half of an anonymous man appeared in front of both of us, and his erect cock jutted out into the space between my son's head and mine. Our eyes met again across this dude's throbbing dick, and in unison we both leaned in and started licking the shaft. This guy, whose face I couldn't see, and who had no idea he was being serviced by a father and son, moved to a spot where we had the best angle, and Taylor and I proceeded to suck a dick together.

    It was an incredible experience, taking turns working on the guy's fat knob and letting him shove it down one of our throats a few times before switching to the other. All the while, Kurt and Owen were fucking our asses relentlessly. Kurt's cock felt massive, bigger than I'd even imagined seeing it bulging in those briefs. I'd get a jolt up my spine every time he pushed up against my prostate as he thrust forward. As usual,  I had the desire to reach down and jerk my cock, but I knew I couldn't. This was all about the pleasure of the men whose cocks were inside me.

    Kurt's rhythm changed to something more intense, and it felt like his cock was getting even bigger inside my ass. I realized he was going to bust his nut soon, and for some reason I wanted to have the stranger's cock buried in my throat when that happened. I nudged my way up to the tip of his cock after Taylor released it from his lips and then eagerly swallowed the whole turgid tube, pressing my nose into the guy's bristly pubes. Taylor moaned softly and went to work on the guy's balls.

    Soon, I heard Kurt yell out… and then I got lost in the wam sensation of his seed filling the space just past the tip of his cock. He was breeding me so deep, and it felt amazing. I soon heard the more familiar noise of my son-in-law cumming and it turned me on even more knowing that my firstborn son was getting loaded up right next to me. The dude we were mutually servicing suddenly pulled his dick out of my mouth and started jerking it rapidly, and before I knew it his hot cum was coating both my face as well as my son's. Taylor and I were both lapping at the end of the man's dick as it continued to spurt, and I loved feeling our tongues touch as we almost fought over this random man's jizz.

    When he finished and stepped away, I leaned in and felt my temple press against my son's as we both breathed rapidly.

    "Thank you so much, son," I said. And I meant for this moment, for this day, for everything. Taylor moved his head a little and just planted a cummy kiss on my cheek.​​