Crazy night - Sex Stories

Crazy night

... manager walks over and asks who's the lucky guy, so I introduce him to my dad, and he just couldn't believe I'd brought him. I could tell by the look on my dad's face he now solidly believed this was my place of employment, and that even though it was a shock, as wild as he was when he was my age, he was just happy I'm not hooked on dope. I took my dad to the back and he bought us both a shot of rum. After a minute, one of the guys that works there came over in a g-string and told my dad the manager paid for him to have a lap dance. We laughed and I told him, "Nah dude, my dad couldn't handle that." "Who are you, my fuckin mom?!" I could tell my dad was legitimately d***k at this point, but if he wanted a lap dance from a guy just to prove he wasn't uptight, hey, who was I to judge? I ordered us two rum & cokes and we headed back to of one the private rooms, which is really just a booth with a curtain. We took a seat behind the curtain. "This guy really your dad?" my co-worker said. "Yup, one and only." "Well, boss told me to show him a good time," he said with a smile. This guy actually was gay. The stripper grinded on my dad, and my dad held him by the hips and grinded back. I don't know what it was, but I remember getting a little hard watching my dad grind on the guy. To be fair, my dad's always been a good lookin guy. My dad unzipped his fly, put a dollar bill in it, and stood up to have the stripper pull it out with his teeth. He even spanked the guy's ass, which ...

... usually necessitates a warning, but the guy seemed to have a thing for my dad so he let it slide. Once it was over, we'd finished our drinks, so we headed back to the bar. I let dad get up first so he wouldn't see my semi hard dick bulging in my pants. On the way back to the bar I teased him a little bit. "Looks like you really enjoyed that lap dance, huh? You, uh, discovering uncharted territory in your old age?" "Fuck you! Hahaha, you're the one that works here. I'm gonna buy you a lap dance from the hairiest motherfucker in this joint." "Aw shit." So he ordered a lap dance from Joe, the hairiest motherfucker in the joint, and we headed back to the same booth. Joe ended up grinding on my face wearing a banana hammock a little bit during the lap dance, trying to make the situation awkward. I guess somebody told him my dad was the buyer. I grabbed his ass while he did it. My dad was laughing the whole time. By this time, I was pretty d***k too. I felt like I'd proved I work here, and I've always hated bein at work when I'm off the clock, so I had to suggest to my dad that we move on to the next bar. My favorite spot to shoot pool at is right down the street from my house, but unfortunately when the cab pulled up I could see the neon sign was off and immediately knew it was closed. "What the fuck?" "Hey Derek," my dad leaned over, basically leaning on my shoulder in the back of the cab, "Do you have any weed at your place?" I'd forgot since my dad was off probation that he'd ...