Hellooo Daddy

I was swamped at work and was running late, so I let him know that I would be there as soon as I could. He had arranged for us to go to a Pride party at a gay bar we knew. It was going to be something chill. A couple of drinks and then home.

"By the way, it's an underwear party, so dress accordingly." My blood ran cold. That was brand new information. It was supposed to be a simple party at a gay bar, not a fetish festival.

"Dude, you didn't say it was a sex party! I invited my dad!!" I texted drenched in cold sweat.

"Relax, dude. It's not a sex party. Just a bunch of hot guys dancing in our underwear. And I bet your dad would love it. He is a pretty laid back guy." He responded.

I sighed and wrote one last text before going back to work. "No way, dude. Find another party. My dad will be at our apartment any minute, let him in. I'll be home as soon as I can".

About forty-five minutes later, I finally finished the report and prepared to go home. I looked at my phone to find another text from my friend: "Your dad is on board. I told you he would love it." I immediately got mad because I didn't want my dad to got mixed in Alan's machinations. I began to pen an angry response when another text arrived: "We'll meet you at the party. Hurry up". And then another one: "Your dad's a legend!!". The last one accompanied by a picture. In the picture you could see my dad at the bar in nothing but a yellow speedo and a pair of yellow socks that I knew belonged to my roommate. He was broadly smiling at the camera as if he was having the time of his life. I calmed myself down and laughed for thinking that my father wasn't going to have fun in my environment. Ever since the divorce, he'd been traveling and "experiencing life once and for all", as he put it. I was silly for thinking he wouldn't enjoy dancing in his underwear surrounded by gays. Then my nerves came back. I looked at the picture of my dad again and confirmed my suspicions. He was hot. I knew that my dad had a great body but I'd never seen him like that. Every guy in that bar would go feral for him. I could imagine a pack of twinks caresing his hairy chest, or a couple of jocks feeling his arms, or a leather daddy trying to convert him. I didn't care how open-minded and carefree my father was, I wasn't going to leave him alone in a room full of disinhibited predators.

I drove fast directly to the bar. I had to get down to my underwear before entering. Luckily, I was wearing a decent pair of black boxer briefs and sheer socks. With my dressing shoes and leaving my tie on, the outfit was very sexy. When I went in, I began to search for my dad and my friend. My friend was easier to spot. He was dancing on a platform in the middle of the bar, wearing an electric blue jockstrap. I approached to ask about my dad's whereabouts.

"Your dad is the shit! We were having shots at the bar and then Brian (You know Brian? The guy I hook up with sometimes?) invited us to a drink and we were dancing and then some of his friends joined us, and they did a push up contest between some of the older daddies, AND YOU DAD WON! And everyone cheered, and then I got up here and your dad was talking with someone over there." He spoke rapidly without barely breathing between sentences. Once he finished, he pointed to a corner of the room. My father wasn't there, but the door to the bathrooms was close so I went to look for him.

There was no sight of him in the corridor that led to the restrooms so I got inside. It was a decent size men's room with a wall of urinals and four cubicles. Two of the cubicles were empty, and the other two had more than one person inside, I could see their feet under the door. One pair of feet powerfully caught my attention because they were wearing bright yellow socks. Beside those legs there was someone else's wearing white kneehigh sport socks and in front of them someone kneeling down. With a knot on my stomach I went inside the stall next to that one. I stood on the toilet and with a mixture of fear and anticipation looked over the wall.

Inside the bathroom stall, my father was passionately making out with Brian, my roommate's fuck buddy, who was a textbook gym rat. Meanwhile, kneeling in front of them and feasting on their hard meats was a guy about my father's age I'd never seen before. I stood there silently, almost breathless, watching my father enjoy the blowjob the other daddy was giving him. He'd pulled his cock and balls out over the elastic of his swimsuit, which was now halfway down his round ass. Brian's hand traveled from the nape of my father's neck, across his back, and slipped inside his yellow Speedo. At that moment, my father let out a louder moan, and I saw Brian's fingers playing with his hole. After a few minutes like that, Brian slid behind my father and sat on the toilet, pulled down his underwear, and began to devour his ass. My father loved it; he moaned louder, rolled his eyes, threw his head back, and looked up. When his eyes returned to their sockets, he made eye contact with me. A fleeting expression of surprise gave way to pure lust on his face. He winked at me, bit his lower lip, and continued to enjoy the oral pleasure those two men were giving him.

After I got caught, I left the restroom and went back to the party with a huge erection under my black boxers. I went to the bar and ordered two shots since I needed something strong after what I'd witnessed. Alan joined me and dragged me to the dancefloor. I danced a few songs when I saw my father again, his yellow speedo unmistakable in the crowd. He was at the bar with his back to me and I could clearly see a darker stain on the bottom of his swimsuit.