We stood at the bar, watching the crowd and waiting on our beers. Dad was turned back toward the crowd, resting his elbows on the bar. I glanced over at him. People were always saying that we looked alike. Two really tall, dark, and handsome dudes who looked more like brothers than father and son. Since I moved in with him to save money while doing my graduate studies, Dad would joke with his friends that we actually were really brothers. I say friends, but they were more like fuckbuddies or dates. My dad came out after the divorce and was taking advantage of his freedom. I wisecracked that his mid-life crisis consisted of doing what he couldn't do as a closeted married twenty-something; and he'd always laugh, then agree with me
"I'm glad you came out to the club with me tonight. We oughta do more of this," my dad tried to tell me over the music.
"What?" I said, trying to decipher what he said. Dad repeated himself. "Oh, yeah! It's a good change of pace for me." Dad smiled and nodded as he surveyed the club.
While Dad usually had guys all over him, I was pretty quiet and somewhat shy when it came to sex. But I had a very robust fantasy life and loved a good porn-filled bate session in my room...behind a locked door. Of course, I'd be lying if I said hearing my dad fucking his dates late at night didn't turn me on.
I'd seen Dad naked and knew he had a big thick cock when soft, so I figured it was even bigger when hard. My dick was about the same size; and it got really hard when I lay in bed, hearing some trick shouting out from Dad's bedroom. I knew it had to be my dad's thick cock pushing into the dude's tight hole. The few guys I had fucked always commented on my big dick, and how it stretched them out as I sank into them. I liked to fantasize about watching my dad's cock working into some young tight bottom. But I knew that would never really happen. I was pretty uncomfortable about talking about gay sex with my dad --it titillated me but it also made me a bit irritable, a bit uncomfortable.
Yet, here I was with my dad in a club full half-naked guys. Everyone oozed sex and erotic energy. Flesh touched flesh as guys decided who they were going to fuck later. I walked in with a sense of cautious trepidation, but Dad was feeling all of the atmosphere. He was living in the moment, while I was wondering what I was missing on the television.
I had heard my dad fuck. I was turned on by the sound of it. My dad was very attractive. Here I was though actually watching him be a very sexual person on display for the first time. I noticed the guys who watched him. Some would wink at him; some would grab their crotches and jostle their packages in a lewd display. They all looked like porn stars to me and I thought about my dad fucking every one of them as they sauntered past us.
"I want to be the meat in the sandwich with you two," a leather-vested muscle jock said as he danced up to us both. Some bigger guy came along and pulled him away, glaring at us both.
"More like the cheese," I joked to my dad, poking him in the ribs gently. His attention was elsewhere.
My dad's shirt was half unbuttoned, exposing his dark hairy muscular chest -a few silver threads among the dark- with a nip almost peeking out. His head was gently bobbing in time with the dance music; a big grin on his face.
"Does your hot brother have all that, too?" some shirtless smooth-chested guy said, pointing at dad's chest hair as he passed by us. His gaze lingered on me for a few seconds as he walked away.
"Here," I said, handing Dad a bottle of beer. "Why don't you...", I started as he turned away from me.
A lithe twinkish blond had pulled up to the bar beside my dad. He was wearing a light pink crop exposing his tight tanned midriff, his long blond bangs hanging down half in front of his perfect face. He turned toward my dad, brushing his bangs delicately back. He jingled the ice in his plastic cup that he held by the rim and slowly took a last sip from the little straw before giving my dad a coquettish look. His eyes smiled at my dad while his tongue slipped over and around the straw alluringly.
"Are you two brothers? Ya look alike," he slurred slightly as he batted his long dark eyelashes. "I bet you are...," he paused for a second and lightly licked over his lips, "...two big ol' muscle jock brothers looking to have a good time."
My dad, taking a swig of his beer, leaned toward the small blond.
"Yeah, I'm the older brother. I'm almost old enough to be his daddy," he said, then turned and winked at me with a nod.
"I'd love you to be my daddy. I bet you could teach me all kinds of things. Maybe even spank me if I've been a bad boy," the blond said with a shy grin, reaching a finger out and twirling it through the thick hair on dad's chest. "And I've been such a bad boy tonight," the twink said, as he put down his empty cup and grabbed a full one the bartender had just sat down. He took a long sip and made an expression of delight. "I want to be even more naughty, you know...so naughty I might need daddy to carry me home...and finally teach me a lesson I won't forget."
He ran his finger down until it hit a done button on dad's shirt. His finger twirled around. My dad slyly reached and undid the button as well as the rest, his shirt hung completely open exposing his hairy six-pack. The blond's finger traveled on down to the big silver buckle of dad's tight jeans, tapping it with his fingernail.
"Big buckle," the blond cooed. "So fucking big."
"Yeah, I need a big buckle. I'm a really big guy, you know," he replied, shifting his weight so the jeans tightened across his other thigh, highlighting the cock-ringed length pressed against it. His thumb was hooked in his pocket and his fingers toyed near the edge of the shadowy bulge.
The blond laughed and then licked his full lips flirtatiously. My dad reached out and grabbed at his small hip with his big hand to pull the blond to him. The blond turned his back toward my dad as he pulled him backward, causing the blond's ass to become nestled against the big denim-bound daddy cock. Dad ran his hand over the young blond torso, his hand disappearing under the barely-there crop top. He caressed the blond roughly as the twink almost went limp from the attention. The blond moaned as my dad's hand creeped up to his young neck and held it softly as he smoothly rocked his hips against the soft round buttocks in front of him. The blond's blue eyes went wide and his full-lipped mouth fell open in a surprised ecstasy as he felt my dad's massiveness rubbing slowly and gently against him. A few guys around us openly groped themselves watching the carnal display. I knew it wouldn't do for me to stand beside them.
I sucked down the rest of my beer and walked to the dance floor while the thin blond backed harder into my dad, laughing and sipping his drink. I adjusted the semi-boner in my jeans. I shouldn't be getting turned on by watching my father's public display with another guy about my age, I told myself. I shook my head and just got lost in the music. The thump of the music and the sweaty testosterone-saturated muscles around me made me forget Dad's display. I was feeling really good being baptized in the sea of hot twirling men. Drenched with the sweat and scent of dozens of men, I figured I might be ready to do some displaying of my own. My height already made me stand out in the crowd. I unbuttoned my shirt and felt a few adoring hands exploring my torso: I caught a few flirty looks and smiles in the flashing lights.
Several songs later, I felt a hand grab at my side under my shirt. I felt someone tall push against my back in the dancing crowd. I stopped dancing and closed my eyes, enjoying the warm feel of another body against mine. The hand ran around to my sweaty hairy chest and pulled me backward. With a wide grin of anticipation, I turned my head back --it was my father.
"What?" I said loudly to him above the music, after dropping the grin from my face
"I know it's still early, but are you ready to go?"
"Yeah," I answered with an exaggerated smile as my dad turned away. I buttoned up and left all my boys on the dance floor.
