Dads 50Th Birthday

My dad's 50th birthday was approaching, and I wanted to do something special for him. My mother left him for another man a few years ago and he hadn't really dated anyone since the divorce because, according to him, it wasn't worth the heartbreak he went through when she left.

I moved in with him shortly after my mom left because we both figured it would cut down on expenses for both of us. Being almost 30 years old, my dad and I acted more like best friends instead of dad and son. We kept beer in the refrigerator, and we both liked to hang out around the house in nothing but our underwear. Occasionally, our cocks would slip out, but we really didn't care. It was just natural for us to let that happen. We never messed around, though because he thought it would be too weird for a dad and son to do that (and as far as he knew, I was completely straight).

On the night before my dad's birthday, I told him that I had a surprise for his birthday. "What do you have planned?," dad asked. "You know I don't like being unprepared." "You'll like it, I promise," I told him. "Just make sure to have some cash on hand."

The next day, dad begged me to tell him what I had planned for the night. He couldn't understand why I told him to bring some cash with him, even though that should have been a big hint. That night, we went out to dinner at one of his favorite steak restaurants and after leaving the restaurant, I insisted on driving. "Okay, Jake. What do you have planned? The dinner was nice, but I feel like you have something else up your sleeve." I just laughed and kept on driving until we reached our destination -- a strip bar about 30 miles from where we live.

As we pulled into the parking lot, I could see that my dad was indeed surprised. "A strip bar? Jake, I don't know what to say!" "It's the least I can do, Dad. You've been so good to me, so I thought I'd give you the chance to see some women since you rarely date anyone."

As we walked in, I could see the bulge in my dad's pants getting bigger. We found a table near the stage, and I saw Dad trying to rearrange his now hard cock. When the first model came out, it was obvious Dad was turned on and by the time the third model came out, there was a big wet spot on the front of Dad's pants where he was leaking precum. Being the good son I was, I reach over to unzip his pants. He didn't even protest, thanks to the beer he was drinking.

I reached inside and found my way to his hard cock. I started rubbing the head, playing with the precum on the tip of it. I could tell that he was enjoying it as he watched the women dance. I made my way to his shaft and started rubbing it ever so gently. Still no objection to his son playing with his cock. I went ahead and unbuttoned his pants and pulled his throbbing cock out through the fly of his boxer shorts. By this time, the precum was running down the length of his 7" cock. He just looked at me with pure pleasure on his face when I started to stroke it. First slowly, and then when he told me that he was about to cum, I picked up the pace. Thick streams of cum went everywhere -- on his pants, the underside of the table, and even on the floor. I licked off some of the cum that landed on my hand just to show him how much I enjoyed jacking him off. I continued to play with his cock under the table until we both decided it was time to leave.

On the way home, we were both speechless until I asked him if he had a good time. "Of course, son, but what you did tonight opens up new doors for us. I never knew that you were like that." Since that night, Dad and I still hang out in our underwear at home, but now we like give each other hand jobs as we watch TV or a movie on the sofa. I think it's pretty clear that I won't be moving out anytime soon.