My father turned 75 years old last week. He’s in perfect health. He’s also a fuss-budget. Just ask his two former wives. Since the second one divorced him, Dad has also become a horndog. I mean, the guy talks about sex all the time, even to me, his own son!
I had to get him something special for his birthday. Something to outdo what I got him last year. I bought him a vintage Land Rover. He loves it, preferring to drive that old thing rather than his almost new Honda CR-V. I’m proud that I got him something he likes. But I was really stuck on what to do for him this year. It’s not that he’d ever turn up his nose, but well, I wanted to get him something even a fuss-budget would enjoy.
While trying to figure it out, a crazy memory came to me. There was that time I caught him two years ago giving a blowjob to the next-door neighbor. Perhaps I should have been shocked, but I kind of knew Dad was bisexual. Perhaps I should have joined him and the neighbor. He actually winked at me and invited me to jump in with the two of them, but geez, I’m his son! In retrospect, maybe it would have been fun. I don’t know.
But remembering that reminded me of a large party I had recently went to that had an amazing male stripper. His name was Derek Tyson. This is a guy who strips and literally puts on sex shows. He has no inhibitions and is not shy about people touching and blowing him. Yes, that was it! I’d set up a big party with all of Dad’s friends and book this Derek Tyson fellow to do some sort of show.
The next thing I needed to do was to find out how to get a hold of this stripper. I called the guy who threw the party and told him I wanted to hire that stripper he had perform at his recent party for a party of my own. I asked if he thought Derek would agree to do a party, and said I’d just need to contact him. He gave me Derek’s cell number. When I called Derek, I was really nervous, since I had never hired a male stripper before. Derek was very pleasant, and I gave him the date I wanted to throw the party. Miraculously, Derek had that date open. I just told him the time and place (my house) and gave him a deposit, after explaining the details of the kind of show I wanted to hire him for. Now the hard part. Well, two parts, actually. First, I had to keep this party a secret from Dad until his birthday. Then second, I had to invite people. Like how do you say, “Hey, want to come to a party with a male stripper?”
But I did. To my surprise, no one freaked out, at least not too much. In the end, I had 36 guys, and 3 women, all friends of Dad, and myself. All except two people gladly accepted. Those two quietly refused. Well, such is human nature. I was kind of embarrassed when they did that, but I lived through it. Religion or upbringing, or conservativism gets in the way for some people to allow themselves to have a good time. Too bad for them.
Since almost everyone accepted, I figured I was on a roll, so I invited about ten of my own friends as well. I didn’t know it at the time, but a few of them also invited several other buddies too! When I was inviting people, I kind of had a hard time saying that it would be a MALE stripper, but they pretty well knew me, and weren’t all that surprised. It’s not that I’m gay, but I’m rebellious. I enjoy things that others might consider crazy. Actually, if you have to label me, I’d say “bisexual” fits about right.
So the day arrived! Dad came over to the house earlier in the afternoon to watch a game, after my kids and wife celebrated a birthday lunch with him. My wife was in on the plan. She took the kids on a three-day camping trip. At 3pm, I kept trying to pretend that he and I were just going to order in a pizza later on, and watch a game on the TV in my big den. But my father was acting all weird, like smiling and acting expectant. I don’t know who, but somebody must have tipped him off.
The doorbell rang at 3:55pm. Dad’s friend George was there. They greeted each other like the great Vietnam war buddies that they are. Did George know about Dad’s gay side? He did know that we were going to have a male stripper. He hadn’t even blinked when I told him that, so I guess he was OK with it. Guests continued to arrive and by 4:30 pretty much everyone was there. There were a lot more people there than I anticipated. Fortunately, my house is big enough, but just barely. It was really crowded. There was a huge sense of expectation in the air. Guys were milling around. Conversation was flowing nicely. A few had mock beers in their hands. Dad doesn’t drink, and I wanted to respect that. I think there may have been some grumbling about no alcohol, but I didn’t hear about it.
At exactly 5:00, the appointed time, the doorbell rang one more time. It was Derek Tyson. What a hot and charismatic fellow. Even with clothes on, he is a sight to behold. Super-fit. He’s not too tall, not too short, not twinky, but just jacked with shredded muscle, and obviously much stronger than average. The thing is, he’s got that certain something that makes great entertainers. His energy, personality, and hot body; I don't really know what it was, but the minute he came in the door, he was all smiles, as was everyone else. He was the total package and had a great social game! And he smelled good, I don’t know what he was wearing, but wow! He milled around with us for maybe ten minutes, just enjoying various conversations. It became as if he had been part of our group for years. However, a couple of guys were actually kind of tongue-tied around him. Like they were in the presence of a celebrity or movie star. They overcame that as the afternoon wore on.
The expectation in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Even the super-straight-laced guys, the ones who you would think would run from a male stripper, were looking all excited. Go figure. Suddenly, in a slightly louder voice, Derek said, “Boys, it’s kind of hot in here, isn’t it?” Without waiting for an answer, he ripped off his shirt and laid it over the back of a chair. What a great chiseled set of abs and pecs this dude had, and he had pierced nipples too! They were rock hard and stuck out far, begging to be pinched or sucked! I knew my cue, and got some music going.
Derek made a show out of ever-too-slowly removing his shoes, then his socks, his belt, and finally his pants! Everyone gasped when they saw his massive bulge! Derek was packing! Then he danced. The guy can move! It wasn’t too different from what I’ve seen female strippers do, however I didn't have a pole. He didn’t take off his briefs at first. He just kept going around the room, teasing the crowd, kind of half-dancing, and smiling at the guys while in his underwear. He paraded around, giving everyone the opportunity to interact with him, even grabbing their hands, and letting them rub all parts of his smoking hot body. Slowly he let his underwear slide down. You could see the tiny white g-string thread glued to his smooth muscular ass as his underwear dropped lower and lower to his knees. When he turned around you couldn’t miss his bulge. It was so big, his g-string couldn’t contain his hard package. His massive pecker was perfectly outlined from the sheer white fabric! In fact his engorged cock head was peeking out of the side of the pouch! You could also see his nicely trimmed blonde pubes peeking out from on top of the tiny pocket.
Then it started! Derek’s underpants came down to his ankles and were off as he gracefully stepped out from them. One of my friends, Justin, who is gay, slid a bill into the elastic top of Derek’s g-string. I think it was a $20. Then next thing you know, all of the guys started stuffing bills into Derek’s tiny pouch, as they each grabbed a nice squeeze of his thick, juicy sausage. Most were $20's and $50's, but I noticed one of them was $100. I wonder who did that? None of these guys are fabulously wealthy. Well, Bob is, but I don’t think it was him with the $100.
Suddenly, in an exaggerated movement, Derek put his thumbs in among all that money, and pulled his g-string off in one sleek motion, with all the bills falling to the floor in a flurry. A couple of the guys picked up all the money for Derek. Screams and cheers went up, and that’s not all that went up. Derek’s cock was fully erect. I suspect if it was me dancing around, I’d be as soft as overcooked spaghetti. You know, just from fear or shyness or something. I mean, it’s not like we couldn’t see the outline of his huge cock fully hard in his underwear, but when they came off, it was almost shocking. I mean, even I, who think of myself as mostly straight, felt an empathetic response in my own groin. Plus, the thing was huge. A solid 9 inches or 9 and a half inches, which is at least two inches longer than mine, and I’m definitely beyond average. Not only was Derek extremely long, he was very thick too!
A bunch of the memories from the previous party I was at started running through my mind, and I began to get aroused and semi hard, thinking about all that would happen next! I mean Derek is not just hot, but this guy is both horny and kinkier than hell. I had the sluttiest desire to wrap my hands around that enormous thing and stroke him, and I’m not usually like that. But oh the temptation! I wasn’t the only one with such an urge. A half-dozen hands reached out, giving Derek a few jerks each. Several others were yanking him and fully jerking his monster cock. Derek was leaking precum and some of the guests took their fingers and began to play with it, rubbing it around his cockhead and then sampling the goods with their tongues!. Derek just kept smiling and encouraging everyone to participate.
As you can imagine, or maybe you can’t, some people started removing their clothing. My own father was one of them. I mean, here he was almost naked, and showing off his semi hard cock in his drawers, with a room full of men, including his own son! Well, when in Rome… so of course my own pants came off too. Now Dad could also see his son with a semi hardon. Solidarity, my man! I mean, it is a bonding experience to see your own father taking his clothes off and getting erect.
The three women in the room were all wives of men in the group. They were as happy as clams in mud, just like us guys, maybe even more so to be in an ocean full of men who were getting boners. It was a little disappointing that none of them fully stripped. Sue didn’t remove any clothing. Judy was in her bra and panties, and Gretchen was topless. As long as they were happy, it was OK with me, but I do think it would have been frosting on the cake if they had been naked. Perhaps they were worried that the whole thing would turn into an orgy without their permission.
One of the guests pulled down their pants and another buddy started giving him a hand job. Some of the guys had also ventured further and began to give Derek a nice suck. Derek continued around the room, giving all the guests equal time and opportunity to enjoy his huge pecker, feasting on his thick, juicy slab of meat. A minute later, I looked over to Gretchen who had pulled her husband's pants down and was blowing him!
My good friend Michael, who I was convinced would never come to a party with a male stripper, and seemed as straight as the day was long, took Derek in his mouth for several seconds. He seemed delighted to do so, but could barely get Derek in his mouth, due to his enormous size. Like the rest of the guests, most couldn't get much more than an inch past his massive cock head. I finally got the nerve to participate and try to take in Derek's monster cock as deep as I could, but I nearly choked. So I went over to one of the other guys who had removed his pants and was rock hard, and he was more manageable to put in my mouth.
Derek had the timing down to a science. Before any of the guys went too far, he got up on my coffee table, and started stroking himself like there was no tomorrow. What a thing to see such a hot and shredded stud giving himself such great, unabashed attention. Precum slung everywhere. I didn't know anyone could have so much, but he leaked like a dripping faucet that had not been turned off. I don’t think I could have done it like that in front of everyone. After a good long wanking show, you could see Derek’s muscles tighten. He got off the table and started outside in the backyard, so there would be more space, since there was barely enough room for the about 70-80 guests. He continued to offer each person the opportunity to play with him and lick his huge veiny cock and smooth balls. A few declined but most grabbed his cock and started slurping it. Even all three ladies participated, smiling, shrieking and giggling as they did so. Nobody could get him very deep since he was so thick and long. Precum continued to drip out of Derek, I mean A LOT of precum, as he was passed around the room like a platter of meat at a holiday dinner.
After a couple rounds around my large deck, Derek finally came up to Dad. It was his turn, the guest of honor and the birthday boy! Dad grabbed Derek’s cock and stroked him, jerking precum out, and dad began to lick it off with his tongue before inhaling Derek’s hard cock. By now, Derek was rock hard from all of the attention. His enormous purple cock was aimed almost straight north, while his huge smooth baseball size nut sack tightly hung underneath. His body was shining from the oil and light sweat that made every part of him glisten. Dad continued to blow Derek for at least a minute, trying to get his cock as deep as he could, while the crowd cheered on.
Finally Derek pulled out of Dad’s mouth and asked if I had a lighter.
I hesitated and said, “Yea, why?”
Derek reached down to his boots and from his sock, he pulled out a large birthday candle. I ran into the kitchen to get a lighter. When I came back, the crowd was applauding and cheering loudly. Derek had actually inserted the candle into his piss hole! His massive cock was fully erect, pointing up, and the candle topped it off! I remember Derek doing a sounding event at the last party I was at, but I hadn’t thought about it until now! Holy shit, this wasn’t part of the booking I thought, but what the fuck, hell yeah!
Derek led the group in singing Happy Birthday to dad, and then lit the candle while it was deep inside his fully erect cock. You could see Derek’s cum soaked cock hole stretched with the birthday candle down it as melting wax began to drip! It was too fucking hot! When the song was over, Derek directed Dad to make a wish and blow out the candle. Immediately, Derek took out the candle and began to stroke for dad, allowing Dad to play and lick him like a lollipop. The crowd went wild. This birthday present would be a far cry from last year’s antique Land Rover!
After a few minutes, Derek could not contain his horniness and shouted out “boys, wish dad a happy birthday!" Dad eagerly awaited his birthday gift, and Derek didn’t disappoint. Derek began to cum, and cum, and cum, spraying Dad with a massive facial! I counted at least twelve white juicy ropes fly out of his automatic weapon! Since there was so much, his creamy man juice was falling all over my deck, but I didn’t care. Dad's face and eyes were literally buried in milky jizz. His mouth had captured at least a few blasts, and there was a huge puddle on the boards. It was so fucking hot and beyond exciting to see! While he had been doing his show, probably a half dozen guys were wanking right along with him. Within about 10 minutes, several others had also shot their loads, but nothing compared to the huge cum shot show we had all just witnessed.
The evening didn’t quite wear down yet. Sure, after the great cum shot show, there was a lessening of sexual energy, but those who were still horny, and could get aroused, continued to play with Derek. He willingly let everyone who wanted to play with him continue to do so. Derek remained fully nude and in less than twenty minutes, was totally hard again. His smooth muscular body, all soaked in sweat and oil from the guests, highlighted every crevice of his shredded abs, back, arms and chest. His tiny hard pierced nipples were white and several pinched his tits and yanked at the rings. Several guests resumed jerking Derek's huge, thick cock, and then took his meaty sausage, trying to eat him, and take him as deep as they could, while squeezing his huge ball sack. A few even fingered his smooth muscular hole and took their tongues and rimmed him. All with a smile, Derek got back up on the picnic table about 45 minutes after the first performance and ejaculated a second time, shooting his juicy white seed several feet into the air! He shot at least another seven or eight blasts, aiming his load at the guests. What a cum machine!! Who can do that? Amazing!
Before leaving, Derek, still fully nude, with his huge cock hanging south, came up and gave dad a kiss, saying goodbye to the crowd and collected his clothes. I gave him the remaining amount of his booking fee plus a few hundred extra dollars. He thanked me, and grabbed all the other tip money he had worked so "hard" to earn. He took his pants and put them on without his underwear, and that was all he wore, as he went from the backyard and headed towards his car. At the end of the evening, everyone went home happy. My dad hugged me and just couldn’t stop thanking me. He said it was the best birthday party he’s ever had, and he’s had a lot of them!
After everyone had left later that night, Dad went on to tell me, almost in a conspiratorial whisper, that he’d like to invite Derek back for a private get-together. Just Dad, me, and Derek. I think it will be kind of weird, my father and I naked and wanking together along with a hot male entertainer, but I’m super-excited. I was like “Hell yes, Dad, let’s do it!”
