Crazy night - Sex Stories

Crazy night

... work much. I went climbin a lot." He paused again, passin me the joint without lookin at me. I knew there was somethin he didn't wanna admit. "Nothin crazy?" "Well, I mean yeah. When we would drink, me and my buddies were fuckin morons. We once broke into the liquor store and stole all the fuckin malt liquor, but don't go around tellin people." "Yeah dad I remember." He'd told me that story before once. Out in the country, where he grew up at that time, they didn't have surveillance cameras and security alarms. Still, the owner lived right next door, and they were lucky as shit they didn't get caught. "Knowin you though, I bet that's not the craziest thing you did back then?" He took the last drag off the joint, and said, "Man – okay. I did a couple porno films in college." "Hahahaha, really?!" I had to bust his balls a little bit. "Fuck, you dragged it out of me. Alright, yeah. I did some porn. It was just a couple films, nothing kinky or fucked up. Just really normal, poorly shot, amateur porn. I don't even remember there bein a script. Fuck, why'd you get me d***k enough to admit that shit. I guess it's not gonna affect my future now." We laughed. To be honest, I wasn't really surprised, but it was nice to feel even. "Don't feel so bad pops. Odds are I've done worse for money than you have." He lit up a cigarette and said, "Oh yeah? Like what?" "Well, some of my harder gigs have been these private parties that come in and rent out the place on Saturday nights. They come ...

... in already d***k and high. A couple groups have even brought their dealer with em. One time they got me real fucked up on that stuff, and you think alcohol makes you do stuff you wouldn't normally do- ecstasy-" "Oh I know," he interjected. We both laughed. "Well, I made more money that night than I ever had, but I remember they paid me $300 to eat a guys ass through his bikini briefs and, now this was also Through the Bikini Briefs, but they also had me put my lips around the head of his dick. But like I said, it was through the fabric!" My dad had this open-mouthed look of shock on his face with a slight smile. There was an uncomfortable pause and then he said, "They're turnin you gay!" "Haha fuck you! It was the d**gs!" we laughed and the discomfort of the moment passed. He seemed to be still a little speechless though for a minute. After a second he just said, "Wow." He took a drag off his Marlboro and looked over at me, "They don't make you wear drag do they?" I looked at him confused by the question and said, "No man, I'm the tough guy sorta preference a lot of our audience comes to us for. They have me wear cop uniforms and little uh-" I had to laugh and he started chuckling too, "-cowboy outfits with a g-string between the chaps. I think they put me in the tiniest clothes of anybody." Dad said, "Better you than me nowadays." I laughed and said, "Nah, dad I bet you still look hot as fuck in a g-string," He yelled, "Fuck yeah I do!" We cracked up. We were geekin pretty ...