Mahou Shonen

I reach my hand around him, feeling the tip of my dick bulging in his stomach. "damn you're taking me so good. You're mostly there, just a few more inches... Here let me let me help you."

I lift him up by his waist, he presses his hands flat agaisnt the wall for balance, his body is now horizontal.

"Just take a deep breath in" fuuuck I can feel his lungs filling at the tip of my cock. "Now breathe out", I pull his hips towards me and thrust forward, his lungs are forced to deflate as I shove myself further into him.

Now he not only accepts me, but also likes Nate, my boyfriend of year.

Then last month the thing with mom. Came home from the office to find her things gone and a letter on the kitchen table. A letter!! And I thought I was the drama queen in the family!! Guess I know where I got it.

Despite all the evil things my dad said when I came out, I couldn’t stand to see him so miserable. Nate and I invited him out to meals and dancing just to keep him from settling into a funk. To his credit, he seemed to be rebounding. He even began speaking to our friends when we went out. He was fitting in so well that when Pride came this year, I didn’t even think about just including him in our group events.

One of yearly favorites ( yearly, like three years in a row counted) was the grand drag and dance revue at Oscar’s Bar. We reserved a table six months ago. When dad found out about it, he just had to go and see this fabled show. Turns out Mitch ended up having to pull a third shift at the hospital and his spot was open so Dad had a spot.

We warned him that the show can get a bit wild and the language just pure filth at times, but he insisted. In fact he bought the first round of drinks as his thank you for all of us. Well, maybe things are changing with him.

The opening number was a group lip sync to a Wicked number and then the fabulous queens began their stuff. I’d never do drag, I just didn’t see myself in that role, but I still had respect and admiration for the guys that did. They did their own makeup and wigs and designed their own outfits. Takes an incredible eye for balance !

We loved the magical show and tawdry humor of one of America’s final live art forms. Then came the strip tease dancers as the queens changed into their second round of costumes. The Gogo boys from Hank’s Horny Hell, came out and gyrated to technopop music while removing clothes and rubbing all over the patrons who were in the first row of tables. We were in the first row of tables. That’s why we reserved it six months ago.

I watched dad’s face as the pretend cop strutted around his chair and mocked frisking his chest and arms. Before he moved on to the next guy I saw his hand dip down and grope dad. My old man’s eyes got momentarily bigger before a grin spread across his bearded face. That smile brought his ensemble together.

He had dressed well, I guess that giving him a few tips before hand was a good idea. I told him that while it was a big ticket show, most of the guys were going to be comfortable yet stylish. Tank tops were okay if they had a name brand visible, like Gucci or something like that. And you’d want a light top as the bar got hotter than hell with all those guys packed in there.

He had an old pair of ass hugging jeans that I would’ve killed for if they fit me like they did him. I got more of my mom’s hips. I got him a ball cap that said Daddy to complete the ensemble and I was sure that I’d get lucky wearing it so I knew he’d be just fine.

Sure enough he drew a respectable amount of attention, even though he wasn’t there trying to get laid. Why is it the most oblivious ones are the ones everybody wants?

Well when the cop dancer was ending the end of his set (we knew because he was now naked except a baton he was twirling), he surprised everyone by strutting before a hot guy with a black mustache and even blacker eyes and pumping his cock three times and blasting him with cum.

The crowd went wild as the guy ran two fingers through the cum dripping off his face and stuck them in his mouth. He withdrew his finger tips and stuck them in the air to show us they were now clean and the room erupted in cheers.

A cute twink came out with a towel and escorted him back stage, presumably to clean up as a hot brunet dressed as a fireman pranced out to a bass enhanced version of a sing called Fire. He was another of the boys and he was definitely hot. I stole a quick glance at dad and he was drinking his cocktail with a smile on his face as the fireman began removing his uniform, revealing a solid muscle chest gleaming under the stage lights. Once again he got singled out by the dancer who not only draped his arm over dad’s shoulder but slid his hand down and tweaked his barely covered nipple which rose to attention. By the end of his set we were all anxiously awaiting to see who was going to be hosed down by this hunk. Turns out this time it was Dad. As the naked fireman stood in front of his chair he sat there mesmerized by the python in front of him.

As the music reached a crescendo, so did the fireman and cum shot out like a fireman hose. Blasted a huge mess across Dad’s cheek and designer tank top. He just sat there grinning like he just won a bingo game before running two fingers across his cheek.

I sat there in awe as I watched my straight old man gather a glop of jizz in his fingers and then insert it into his mouth. The crowd went wild as his cheeks hollowed out as he pulled his fingers back out, clean and shiny with his spit.

I sat there amazed at what I was seeing and more than a little aroused. Dad not only got jizzed on by a stranger, he then ate some of his load in front of a room of screaming fans.

The fireman danced off the floor as a clown came dancing out but my focus was on my dad. He grinned as he snuck a second helping of fireman jizz before another twink came out and handed him a towel and escorted him back stage. Well dad is definitely enjoying himself.

As the clown continued his set, dancing to circus music and juggling three brightly colored balls before switching to a hot red head’s balls while weaving in and out of the tables. I was a bit concerned about dad as he was missing the entertainment, but Nate told me to stop my worrying as he was sure that my dad was being entertained.

The clown soon was down to just his big goofy wig and a red nose as he pulled on his cock before a hot black man with a goatee. I half expected confetti to come flying out, but it was jizz as well. And it shine brightly against the dark skin of the smiling man. Not to be outdone by his predecessors , he took three fingers of clown jizz to the adoration of the crowd. Just like the previous cum blasted guys, he was escorted back stage by a twink with a towel.

The show lights returned, signalling the start of the second set of the divas and although I was worried about dad, I soon lost focus as I drifted into the amazing show. At the end of the second set, a big man wearing nothing but a set of black leather chaps with lots of chains came onstage and thanked us for generously donating to tonight’s event to assist the Gay and Lesbian Fund. Then he gave a round of applause to the drag queens, who reappeared as well as the dance troop who appeared like wise.

Then with a wicked grin he added that special thanks to the audience trio who spent the last half hour getting acquainted with Daddy’s Love Monster. Then three large cages were brought out onstage with three men inside. Naked and fitted with leather collars and wrist cuffs. They were wheeled in a circular path so that everyone could see the three daddies, now not so enthusiastically waving. Under the stage lights I could see that there was a glistening mess dripping from their asses as the cage went past our table. Dad looked at me with a glazed look on his face as if he wasn’t sure of what he wanted me to do.

It was magnificent theater and after the show I went to the back stage curtain to get dad and I was informed that the three cum sluts had already left with Daddy. Confused I asked what he meant and was told that Daddy reserved the right to claim up to five new slaves in return for his dancers performing free. It’s on your ticket, at the bottom. These lucky fellows were chosen tonight and after being assessed by Daddy, were found to be more than adequate in fulfilling the bargain. You can have this back though as he scooped up a white tank top and a pair of jeans along with a pair of work boots that I suggested would make his outfit complete.