Date: Sat, 10 Jan 2015 13:06:16 -0800
From: Logan Daniels <plutoinchains@hotmail.com>
Subject: One Wild Night 02

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In the spirit of the occasion, I poured us both another shot. I'm not even
sure how many we'd had by this point but we were fuckin drunk.  We're good
spirited drunks so the evenin showed no signs of slowin down.  After the
shot, I went back to my room.  Since he'd made that joke about fancy
stripper clothes, I decided I was gonna pull out the tuxedo outfit.  I
moved quick for a drunk guy, stumbling around putting on a button up with
the snap on buttons, a pair of tear-away pants, and a tuxedo thong.  For
the sake of not taking too long, I left out the cuffs and bowtie.

I came back to the room and cued on my sound system. I didn't wanna take
too long pickin out a song, so I put on the first 90's hip hop track off my
iPod.  I'm don't know if I'd get into trouble for naming the song, but it
holds sentimental value to me and my dad cause when I was in the car with
him when I was a kid, if that song came on, we both would laugh and sing
the sample at the chorus.  Turns out, we were too white to get the lyrics
right.

I put out a chair from the fold out table next to my kitchen and told him
to sit. He had this fuckin smirk on his face and I knew this was gonna be
hard to get through.  I went and grabbed my box fan from the closet and set
it in front of him.  I plugged it in and turned the lights down low and
cued on the song.  That's right, I can afford a dimmer switch on a
stripper's salary.  Suck my dick.

He recognized the first few beats of the song and burst out laughin.  "No
way. No fuckin way! Hahahahaha!"

I chuckled to myself a bit, but I should've waited for him to regain his
composure before I started.  I mean he was seriously geekin.

Growin up, my dad and I had always used inappropriate behavior to lighten
the mood in tense situations.  I once settled an argument between him and
my mom just by taking off my pants in the middle of the room.  They were
standin in the kitchen.  My dad looked at me still tryin to be serious and
just told me to go to my room, but I heard him chuckle and I knew it'd
worked.

I started my first couple moves which is just some basic bump and grind
shit, and no that wasn't the song name.  I guess I kind of wanted this to
be funny cause then I turned around and bent over real slow during the
steps and smacked my own ass while leaning back up.  I'm one of the more
rugged lookin guys at the club, so I never do that move.  It's too gay.

He must've liked it cause he gave me a wolf whistle and one of those deep,
drawn-out, belly laughs.  I turned around and stepped a little closer to
him as I was goin, and I started to unbutton the top of my snap button
shirt.  I was timing it to the song pretty well cause as soon as it got to
the chorus I pulled my shirt open and blew back behind me from the fan,
which was the whole point of putting it out.

I gotta be clear by the tone of what was happening, that at this point, I
wasn't tryin to turn my dad on or anything, this was really more so just
two guys goofin around.

I threw the shirt off and got down on the ground and started doin that move
where you fuck the ground, but I lost my balance a little bit on the way
down from all the fuckin tequila.  Needless to say, dad was not impressed,
and from the embarrassment of doin that in front of him, I lost it, I just
started laughin too.

"Well if you think it's so damn easy, why don't you show me how it's done
old man?"

"Haha, aw yeah?" he said.  He put his arm around my neck and put me in a
headlock so I started to punchin him in the ribs.  "Who you callin old
man?"

"I'm callin you an old man, old man!"

"Fuuuuuck.  You got one of those stripper costumes that'll fit me?  I wanna
be a soldier."

"Well... I don't have the camo for the soldier look."  I thought about
givin him the cop outfit, but as drunk as we were, I thought he might leave
me cuffed to the front door.  "How bout a cowboy one?"

"Hell yeah. Giddyup!" he said.

So I switch off the fan and turn the lights back on.  We headed back into
my room and I show him the part of my closet I keep the crazy, stripper
clothes in.

"Okay, here we go.  Black denim vest.  Does it fit?" I pull it out and he
puts out his arms so I can put it on him.  "You got a big chest dad but I
think this'll fit."  Big biceps too.

"Nice."

"Now put it on."

"It is on."

"With your shirt on under it? You're not gonna impress anybody tryin to
pull a long sleeve off.  You need official gear haha!"

"Oh for fucks sake Derek."  But he did it, he took off his shirt and put
the vest back on over his bare torso and snapped the buttons up.  He's got
the slightest beer gut and I think that's why he didn't just take the shirt
off in the first place, but to be honest, it looks good on him.  Nice
connection of hair down from his chest to his waist line.

"Now we've got these tear-away chaps, but they don't look right without the
thong."

"Oh come on!" he yelled.

"Afraid you can't fill it out huh?" I challenged him, knowin that would do
the trick.

"Oh yeah? Haha! Is that a dare?" He said with the slightest slur, and he
pulled off his pants and his boxers right in the middle of my bedroom.
We've never really been shy around each other, so him naked was nothing I
hadn't seen before, but it'd been a while.

As he pullin his pants down I saw the curve of his ass at the tail end of
his well-toned back.  It looked like he had a trail of fuzz that ran down
the end of his spine right into his crack, and his ass looked pretty round.
With him lifting up his leg to pull his pants off I could tell he'd really
planned on getting laid tonight cause he'd trimmed his pubes down pretty
short.  He had big tight balls covered in hair, and a big dick that was
maybe four or five inches soft.  It was the first time I'd noticed all his
leg hair and when he stood up I paid a little more attention to all the
hair on his chest.  Being a jackass, he picked out the thong with the tiger
stripes on it.  We both laughed as he tried to figure out which way to put
the thong on, and as he pulled it up between his legs, he struggled to get
his package in it.

He joked, "Haha, see I'm too big for it."  I started to bone up a little
bit.  I was still wearing those damn tear-away pants. Good thing we were
drunk or I would've been scared about the situation I was about to be in
with a stiff dick in front of my dad while he performed a strip tease on a
dare.  Thankfully he put on the chaps without much trouble.  "Look good?"

"Uh, yeah.  I gotta say, for bein twenty years older than me, your ass
looks pretty damn good, dad."

`Why did I say that?' I thought immediately after.

He smiled with this weird look in his eye and I immediately regretted the
compliment, "Oh yeah?  I got a nice ass, huh? " He laughed and jabbed me in
the side, so I jabbed him back a bit.  He put on the cowboy hat and stepped
over to my bedroom mirror and started checkin himself out.  "Yeah, not bad
I guess," he said to himself.  I work in the wrong industry to deny a
good-lookin guy an ego-boost.

"Alright big guy, let's get this show over with," I said.

We headed back into the living room.  I put on the same song cause I knew
he wouldn't really care.  He took the initiative to dim the lights himself
and I sat down.

He started standing right in front of me.  On display, I gotta say with how
toned he'd gotten recently, even though he wasn't as in shape as he was
when he was younger, he could probably get a job pretty easily at the place
I worked.  He looked like a rugged cowboy, except for the tiger stripes on
the thong.

He started doing these cheesy flex moves, making corny faces.  He had a
couple of these side to side steps.  I yawned a little earlier than I
should've, just to piss him off.  He smirked.  He slipped off the vest
slowly and got on the ground and did the same ground thrusts, but slower,
and one handed.  Dude can really handle his alcohol.  I had to let myself
glance at his dick and balls bouncing in the thong during the move.

He got up and pulled off the tear-away chaps.  He grabbed em right where
you're supposed to, but I guess it's not hard to figure out.  He lost his
balance a little bit and stumbled forward from the force of the chaps
coming unbuttoned down his shins, but he regained his footing.  We both
cracked up.

Then there was a knock at the door.  Immediately I panicked.  I think it
was about 2:30 in the morning.  I yelled, "Hold on," and I got up to run
back to my room and throw on a t-shirt and sweat pants.

"Hey Derek, it's me," said a familiar voice from the other side of my front
door.

"Just a second," I yelled on my way back into my room.

`Fuck,' I thought, `that bitch at this hour?' My neighbor Natalie had a
reputation in our building of being an obnoxious party girl, and the cause
of many noise complaints on the weekend.

"She sounds hot!" I heard my dad say.  I knew he probably still wanted to
get laid tonight, but passing him off to my crazy neighbor seemed like a
dangerous idea.

Go figure though, by the time I came back to the room, he was leaning
against the wall by the doorway in just the tiger-stripe thong, chattin it
up with her.  He'd taken the cowboy hat off and set it on the hat rack.  By
the looks of it they were both checkin each other out.  She was wearin this
tank top that showed off her cleavage and no bra.  To be honest, I was
checkin her out myself.

"I'm Dave, I'm Derek's older brother," my dad introduced himself with a
sneer.

"Derek, is this your dad? Why is he naked?" Natalie said while laughing.

"Damn," my dad said, looking almost like a rejected dog.

"Well, I finally told him tonight I've been strippin, he said he wanted to
see my moves, but then he fuckin laughed at me so I dared him to show me
how easy it is."

"Aw, I missed the show?" Natalie asked.

"Well..." My dad trailed off, barely masking a slight desperation for
pussy.

"Show's over, but if you wanna swig of rum, we've been doin shots," I
offered.

"Actually, I was wonderin if I could use your phone.  I just gotta call my
cousin and see if she needs a sitter tomorrow."

I turned off the music and she borrowed my phone.  My dad and I went back
to watchin Terminator.

"She's hot as fuck. She got a roommate?" my dad whispered to me as I rolled
up another j.

"Nah, she lives alone off a trust fund or somethin."

"Did you see the way she was smiling at you? When you gonna hit that?" my
dad asked.  Ever since I was a teenager my dad has always been real
comfortable talkin about sex with me.  At first, I thought it was just so
he made it clear I had someone I could ask questions from if I had any, but
as I got older, I realized it was because he was just thinkin about it all
the time.

"I dunno man, someday," I didn't wanna admit it but I hadn't been noticing
girls as much nowadays.  Don't get me wrong, Natalie's hot, but I'd been
thinking about guys more lately, probably because of all the time I'd spent
trying not to.

"Come on man, live a little. Let me do the talkin and we can tag team her."
Now I could tell my dad was drunk.  What a perv! Haha!

I laughed but he pushed the subject.

"Come on, DP, man!" he said still talkin low.  I got a little hard again
and started thinkin about what it'd be like to fuck a girl with my dad.  I
started picturing his dick slidin up against mine, our hairy balls rubbin
against each other.  I imagined him on top with her between us my hand
reachin up to grab his ass while he fucked her with those same thrusts he
was showin me a second ago.  Yeah, I know, it's fucked up, but that's just
how it is.

I could hear Natalie in the kitchen finishin up her conversation.

"Thanks man," she said putting the phone back on my coffee table as I
licked the j to close it.

"Everything cool?" I asked her.

"Well, she didn't answer, but I left a voicemail. Could you, uh, knock on
my door if she calls?"

"You sure you don't wanna just hang out for a second? We're watchin T2." I
said glancing up at her.

"Well..." she trailed off.

"Would it help if I made my dad put some damn pants on."

"Nah, man, she wants me to take the thong off!" We all cracked up.

"You guys are fuckin hilarious," and she sat down, and when I looked over
my dad was smilin.

I sparked the j and we sat for a few minutes, passin it.  My dad and I were
both on the couch, and she was in the arm chair.

"Damn Derek, this shit is strong," Natalie said to me, lookin a little
glazed over in the eyes.

"Yeah, my dude's got some bubblegum kush right now.  It's even stronger
than this stuff."

We talked about weed for a couple minutes, and my dad got up to take a
piss.  The drunk bastard not only took the j with him, but he left the door
open while he did it.  Natalie looked over at me when the sound of piss
hitting water started reverberating out of my bathroom down the hall.

"Wow Derek, your dad just gives no fucks." she joked.

"Yup, he's always been like that."

"Was he wearin a cowboy costume before I came over?" she said gesturing at
the hat.

"Yeah," I said, laughin a little bit.

"I thought so," she said.

I heard the sink turn off and my dad headed back down the hall. He
announced, "It's still hot in here. Natalie, aren't you a little
over-dressed."  He came back and passed the joint to me.  Normally I'd be
bustin his chops for walkin off with the weed, but this was a special
occasion for him, so I let it slide.

We laughed, and I said, "Goddamn," in disbelief at how corny he was.  I was
feelin pretty high and still drunk.  Not sure how to react to my dad tryin
to get laid right in front of me, I just leaned forward, and watched the
movie.

"If it's so hot, maybe you're a little overdressed," she said to him, bitin
her lip like a cheap slut.

He chuckled, "Well, I could get a little more comfortable, if you'd like."

She looked over at me. "I think you should. Derek, why don't you help him
out of that thong?"

I looked up at her, then over at my dad.  Did I really just hear this girl
correctly?  My dad had this grin on his face like she'd just said the magic
words.  I got the impression just by the look in his eyes he was sure this
meant we'd both get to fuck her at the same time.  A couple seconds passed
and I chuckled to myself, too caught up in the moment to know what to say.

He looked at me with his eyebrows arched up and said, "Yeah bud, why don't
you get this thing off me?" My heart jumped a bit and I felt a twitch in my
tear-away pants.

This was all suddenly kinda crazy, but I started to wanna see where it was
goin.

I think because I hesitated, Natalie thought maybe I needed more
persuasion.  When we looked over at each other, she said, "I dare you."

So I looked her right in the eyes and said, "Oh yeah?"