Derek Tyson Strips for Dad's Birthday Party
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My father turned 74 years old last week. He’s in perfect health. He’s also a fuss-budget. Just ask his two former wives. Since the second one divorced him, Dad has also become a horndog. I mean, the guy talks about sex all the time, even to me, his own son!
I had to get him something special for his birthday. Something to outdo what I got him last year. I bought him a vintage Land Rover. He loves it, preferring to drive that old thing rather than his almost new Honda CR-V. I’m proud that I got him something he likes. But I was really stuck for what to do for him this year. It’s not that he’d ever turn up his nose, but well, I wanted to get him something even a fuss-budget would enjoy.
While trying to figure it out, a goofy memory came to me. There was that time I caught him two years ago giving a blowjob to the next-door neighbor. Perhaps I should have been shocked, but I kind of knew Dad was bisexual. Perhaps I should have joined him and the neighbor. He actually winked at me and invited me to jump in with the two of them, but geez, I’m his son! In retrospect, maybe it would have been fun. I don’t know.
But remembering that reminded me of a large party I had recently went to that had an amazing male stripper. His name was Derek Tyson. This is a guy who strips and literally puts on sex shows. He has no inhibitions and is not shy about people touching and blowing him. Yes, that was it! I’d set up a big party with all of Dad’s friends and hire this Derek Tyson fellow to do some sort of show.
The next thing I needed to do was to find out how to get a hold of this stripper. I called the guy who threw the party and told him I wanted to hire that stripper he had perform at his recent party for a party of my own. I asked if he thought Derek would agree to do a party, and said I’d just need to contact him. He gave me Derek’s cell number. When I called Derek, I was really nervous, since I had never hired a male stripper before. Derek was very pleasant, and I gave him the date I wanted to throw the party. Miraculously, Derek had that date open. I just told him the time and place (my house) and gave him a deposit, after explaining the details of the kind of show I wanted to hire him for. Now the hard part. Well, two parts, actually. First, I had to keep this party a secret from Dad until his birthday. But then, I had to invite people. Like how do you say, “Hey, want to come to a party with a male stripper?”
But I did. To my surprise, no one freaked out, at least not too much. In the end, I had 12 guys, 3 women, all friends of Dad, and myself. All except two people gladly accepted. Those two quietly refused. Well, such is human nature. I was kind of embarrassed when they did that, but I lived through it. Religion or upbringing, or conservativism gets in the way for some people to allow themselves to have a good time. Too bad for them.
Since almost everyone accepted, I figured I was on a roll, so I invited six of my own friends as well. I didn’t know it at the time, but a few of them also invited some other buddies too! When I was inviting people, I kind of had a hard time saying that it would be a MALE stripper, but they pretty well knew me, and weren’t all that surprised. It’s not that I’m gay, but I’m rebellious. I enjoy things that others might consider crazy. Actually, if you have to label me, I’d say “bisexual” fits about right.
So the day arrived! Dad came over to the house earlier in the afternoon to watch a game, after my kids and wife celebrated a birthday lunch with him. My wife was in on the plan. She took the kids on a three-day camping trip. At 3pm, I kept trying to pretend that he and I were just going to order in a pizza later on, and watch a game on the TV in my big den.
My father was acting all weird, like smiling and acting expectant. I don’t know who, but somebody must have tipped him off.
The doorbell rang at 3:55pm. Dad’s friend George was there. They greeted each other like the great Vietnam war buddies that they are. Did George know about Dad’s gay side? He did know that we were going to have a male stripper. He hadn’t even blinked when I told him that, so I guess he was OK with it.
By 4:15 pretty much everyone was there. There were a lot more people there than I anticipated. Fortunately, my house is big enough, but just barely. It was pretty crowded. There was a huge sense of expectation in the air. Guys were milling around. Conversation was flowing nicely. A few had mock beers in their hands. Dad doesn’t drink, and I wanted to respect that. I think there may have been some grumbling about no alcohol, but I didn’t hear about it.
At exactly 4:30, the appointed time, the doorbell rang one more time. It was Derek Tyson. What an excellent fellow. Even with clothes on, he is a sight to behold. Super-fit. He’s not too tall, not too short, not fat or thin, but just shredded muscle, and obviously stronger than average. The thing is, he’s got that certain something that makes great entertainers. The minute he came in the door, he was all smiles, as was everyone else. He milled around with us for maybe ten minutes, just enjoying various conversations. It became as if he had been part of our group for years. Except, a couple of guys were actually kind of tongue-tied around him. Like they were in the presence of a movie star. They overcame that as the afternoon wore on.
The expectation in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Even the super-straight-laced guys, the ones who you would think would run from a male stripper, were looking all excited. Go figure.
Suddenly, in a slightly louder voice, Derek said, “Boys, it’s kind of hot in here, isn’t it?”
Without waiting for an answer, he took off his shirt and laid it over the back of a chair. I knew my cue, and set some music going.
Derek made a show out of ever-too-slowly removing his shoes, then his socks, his belt, and finally his pants! Then he danced. The guy can dance. It wasn’t too different than what I’ve seen female strippers do. However, he didn’t take off his briefs. He just kept going around the room, kind of half-dancing, and smiling at the guys while in his underwear. He paraded around the room, giving everyone the opportunity to interact with him, even grabbing their hands, and letting them rub all parts of his smoking hot body. Slowly he let his underwear slide down. You could see the tiny g-string thread glued to his muscular ass as his underwear dropped lower and lower. His bulge was so big, it couldn’t barely contain his hard package. In fact his engorged cock head was peeking out of the side of the pouch!
Then it started! Derek’s underpants were off and one of my friends, Justin, who is gay, slid a bill into the elastic top of Derek’s g-string. I think it was a $20. Then next thing you know, all of the guys stuffed bills into Derek’s tiny pouch, as they each grabbed a nice squeeze of his massive sausage. I noticed one of them was $100. I wonder who did that? None of these guys are fabulously wealthy. Well, Bob is, but I don’t think it was him with the $100.
Suddenly, in an exaggerated movement, Derek put his thumbs in among all that money, and pulled his g-string off in one sleek motion, with all the bills falling to the floor in a flurry. A couple of the guys picked up all the money for Derek.
A cheer went up. That’s not all that went up. Derek’s cock became fully erect. Imagine that! A guy who can be erect on command. I suspect if it was me dancing around, I’d be as soft as overcooked spaghetti. You know, just from fear or shyness or something. I mean, it’s not like we couldn’t see the outline of his huge cock being semi-hard in his underwear, but when they came off, it was almost shocking. I mean, even I, who think of myself as mostly straight, felt an empathetic response in my own groin. Plus, the thing was huge. At least 9 inches, which is maybe two inches longer than mine, and I’m a bit beyond average. Not only was Derek extremely long, he is very thick too! A bunch of the memories from the previous party I was at started running through my mind, and I began to get hard thinking about all that would happen next!
I had the craziest urge to wrap my hand around that monster thing, and I’m not usually like that. I wasn’t the only one with such an urge. A half-dozen hands reached out, giving Derek a few tugs each. Several others were stroking him and fully jerking his monster cock. Derek was leaking precum and some of the guests began to play with it, rubbing it around his cockhead and then sampling the goods. Derek just kept smiling and encouraging everyone to participate.
As you can imagine, or maybe you can’t, clothing started coming off all around the room. My own father was one of them. I mean, here he was not only naked, but showing off his erect cock in a room full of men, including his own son! Well, when in Rome… so of course my own pants came off too. Now Dad could see his son with an erection also. Solidarity, my man! I mean, it is a bonding experience to see your own father naked and erect. I felt almost like I was looking at my own cock. He and I are quite similar in that department.
You might be wondering about the three women about now. They were all wives of men in the group. They were as happy as clams in mud, just like us guys, maybe even more so to be in an ocean full of erect cocks. It was a little disappointing that none of them fully stripped. Sue didn’t remove any clothing. Judy was in her bra and panties, and Gretchen was topless. As long as they were happy, it was OK with me, but I do think it would have been frosting on the cake if they had been naked also. Perhaps they were worried that the whole thing would turn into an orgy without their permission.
A couple of blowjobs were happening around me. Some of the guys had also ventured to give Derek a nice suck. The next thing you know, guys all over the room were blowing each other. Even Gretchen participated although it was with her own husband.
My good friend Michael, who I was convinced would never come to a party with a male stripper, and seemed as straight as the day is long, took Derek in his mouth for a moment. He seemed delighted to do so. I participated in some cock sucking of my own, first trying to take in Derek's monster cock as deep as I could, and then with a couple of the other guys.
Derek had the timing down to a science. Before any of the guys went too far, he got up on my coffee table, and started wanking himself like there was no tomorrow. What a thing to see such a hot and shredded stud giving himself such great, unabashed attention. I don’t think I could have done it like that in front of everyone. After a good long wanking show, you could see Derek’s muscles tighten. He got off the table and started around the room of about 40 guests. He offered each person the opportunity to play with him and lick his cock. A few who declined but most grabbed his cock and started slurping it. Even all three ladies, smiling, shrieking and giggling as they did so. Nobody could get him very deep since he was so thick and long. Precum was dripping out of him. A lot of precum.
After a couple rounds around my large den, Derek finally came up to Dad. It was his turn, the guest of honor and the birthday boy! Dad grabbed Derek’s cock and stroked him, jerking precum out, and dad began to lick it off with his tongue before inhaling Derek’s hard cock. By now, Derek was rock hard from all of the attention. His body was shining from the oil and light sweat that made every part of him glisten. Dad continued to blow Derek for at least a minute, trying to get his cock as deep as he could, while the crowd cheered on.
Finally Derek pulled out of Dad’s mouth and asked if I had a lighter.
I hesitated and said, “Yea, why?”
Derek reached down to his boots and from his sock, he pulled out a birthday candle. I and ran into the kitchen to get a lighter. When I came back, Derek had inserted the candle into his piss hole. His massive cock was fully erect, pointing up, and the candle topped it off!
I remember Derek doing a sounding event at the last party I was at, but I hadn’t thought about it until now! Holy shit, this wasn’t part of the booking I thought, but what the fuck, hell yeah!
Derek led the group in singing Happy Birthday to dad, and then lit the candle while inside his cock. It was so fucking hot! When the song was over, Derek directed Dad to make a wish and blow out the candle. Immediately, Derek took out the candle and began to stroke for dad, allowing Dad to play and lick him. The crowd went wild. This birthday present would be a far cry from last year’s antique Land Rover!
Derek could not contain his horniness and shouted out boys, wish dad a happy birthday! Dad eagerly awaited his birthday gift, and Derek didn’t disappoint. Derek began to cum, and cum, spraying Dad with a massive facial. There was so much, it was falling on my carpet, but I didn’t care. It was so exciting to see. While he had been doing his show, a dozen guys were wanking right along with him. Within about 10 minutes, there was a lot of cum on my carpet. Still, I didn’t care. Cum can be cleaned off. You could actually smell it in the room.
The evening didn’t quite wear down yet. Sure, after the great cum show, there was a lessening of sexual energy, but those who could continued to wank, and to my amazement Derek, got back up on the coffee table, ejaculated a second time. Who can do that? Amazing!
At the end of the evening, everyone went home happy. My dad hugged me and just couldn’t stop thanking me. He said it was the best birthday party he’s ever had, and he’s had a lot of them!
He then went on to tell me, almost in a conspiratorial whisper, even though everyone had left but Dad and I, that he’d like to invite Derek back for a private get-together. Just Dad, me, and Derek. I think it will be kind of weird, my father and I naked and wanking together along with a hot male entertainer, but I’m super-excited. I was like “Hell yes, Dad, let’s do it!”
I had to get him something special for his birthday. Something to outdo what I got him last year. I bought him a vintage Land Rover. He loves it, preferring to drive that old thing rather than his almost new Honda CR-V. I’m proud that I got him something he likes. But I was really stuck for what to do for him this year. It’s not that he’d ever turn up his nose, but well, I wanted to get him something even a fuss-budget would enjoy.
While trying to figure it out, a goofy memory came to me. There was that time I caught him two years ago giving a blowjob to the next-door neighbor. Perhaps I should have been shocked, but I kind of knew Dad was bisexual. Perhaps I should have joined him and the neighbor. He actually winked at me and invited me to jump in with the two of them, but geez, I’m his son! In retrospect, maybe it would have been fun. I don’t know.
But remembering that reminded me of a large party I had recently went to that had an amazing male stripper. His name was Derek Tyson. This is a guy who strips and literally puts on sex shows. He has no inhibitions and is not shy about people touching and blowing him. Yes, that was it! I’d set up a big party with all of Dad’s friends and hire this Derek Tyson fellow to do some sort of show.
The next thing I needed to do was to find out how to get a hold of this stripper. I called the guy who threw the party and told him I wanted to hire that stripper he had perform at his recent party for a party of my own. I asked if he thought Derek would agree to do a party, and said I’d just need to contact him. He gave me Derek’s cell number. When I called Derek, I was really nervous, since I had never hired a male stripper before. Derek was very pleasant, and I gave him the date I wanted to throw the party. Miraculously, Derek had that date open. I just told him the time and place (my house) and gave him a deposit, after explaining the details of the kind of show I wanted to hire him for. Now the hard part. Well, two parts, actually. First, I had to keep this party a secret from Dad until his birthday. But then, I had to invite people. Like how do you say, “Hey, want to come to a party with a male stripper?”
But I did. To my surprise, no one freaked out, at least not too much. In the end, I had 12 guys, 3 women, all friends of Dad, and myself. All except two people gladly accepted. Those two quietly refused. Well, such is human nature. I was kind of embarrassed when they did that, but I lived through it. Religion or upbringing, or conservativism gets in the way for some people to allow themselves to have a good time. Too bad for them.
Since almost everyone accepted, I figured I was on a roll, so I invited six of my own friends as well. I didn’t know it at the time, but a few of them also invited some other buddies too! When I was inviting people, I kind of had a hard time saying that it would be a MALE stripper, but they pretty well knew me, and weren’t all that surprised. It’s not that I’m gay, but I’m rebellious. I enjoy things that others might consider crazy. Actually, if you have to label me, I’d say “bisexual” fits about right.
So the day arrived! Dad came over to the house earlier in the afternoon to watch a game, after my kids and wife celebrated a birthday lunch with him. My wife was in on the plan. She took the kids on a three-day camping trip. At 3pm, I kept trying to pretend that he and I were just going to order in a pizza later on, and watch a game on the TV in my big den.
My father was acting all weird, like smiling and acting expectant. I don’t know who, but somebody must have tipped him off.
The doorbell rang at 3:55pm. Dad’s friend George was there. They greeted each other like the great Vietnam war buddies that they are. Did George know about Dad’s gay side? He did know that we were going to have a male stripper. He hadn’t even blinked when I told him that, so I guess he was OK with it.
By 4:15 pretty much everyone was there. There were a lot more people there than I anticipated. Fortunately, my house is big enough, but just barely. It was pretty crowded. There was a huge sense of expectation in the air. Guys were milling around. Conversation was flowing nicely. A few had mock beers in their hands. Dad doesn’t drink, and I wanted to respect that. I think there may have been some grumbling about no alcohol, but I didn’t hear about it.
At exactly 4:30, the appointed time, the doorbell rang one more time. It was Derek Tyson. What an excellent fellow. Even with clothes on, he is a sight to behold. Super-fit. He’s not too tall, not too short, not fat or thin, but just shredded muscle, and obviously stronger than average. The thing is, he’s got that certain something that makes great entertainers. The minute he came in the door, he was all smiles, as was everyone else. He milled around with us for maybe ten minutes, just enjoying various conversations. It became as if he had been part of our group for years. Except, a couple of guys were actually kind of tongue-tied around him. Like they were in the presence of a movie star. They overcame that as the afternoon wore on.
The expectation in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Even the super-straight-laced guys, the ones who you would think would run from a male stripper, were looking all excited. Go figure.
Suddenly, in a slightly louder voice, Derek said, “Boys, it’s kind of hot in here, isn’t it?”
Without waiting for an answer, he took off his shirt and laid it over the back of a chair. I knew my cue, and set some music going.
Derek made a show out of ever-too-slowly removing his shoes, then his socks, his belt, and finally his pants! Then he danced. The guy can dance. It wasn’t too different than what I’ve seen female strippers do. However, he didn’t take off his briefs. He just kept going around the room, kind of half-dancing, and smiling at the guys while in his underwear. He paraded around the room, giving everyone the opportunity to interact with him, even grabbing their hands, and letting them rub all parts of his smoking hot body. Slowly he let his underwear slide down. You could see the tiny g-string thread glued to his muscular ass as his underwear dropped lower and lower. His bulge was so big, it couldn’t barely contain his hard package. In fact his engorged cock head was peeking out of the side of the pouch!
Then it started! Derek’s underpants were off and one of my friends, Justin, who is gay, slid a bill into the elastic top of Derek’s g-string. I think it was a $20. Then next thing you know, all of the guys stuffed bills into Derek’s tiny pouch, as they each grabbed a nice squeeze of his massive sausage. I noticed one of them was $100. I wonder who did that? None of these guys are fabulously wealthy. Well, Bob is, but I don’t think it was him with the $100.
Suddenly, in an exaggerated movement, Derek put his thumbs in among all that money, and pulled his g-string off in one sleek motion, with all the bills falling to the floor in a flurry. A couple of the guys picked up all the money for Derek.
A cheer went up. That’s not all that went up. Derek’s cock became fully erect. Imagine that! A guy who can be erect on command. I suspect if it was me dancing around, I’d be as soft as overcooked spaghetti. You know, just from fear or shyness or something. I mean, it’s not like we couldn’t see the outline of his huge cock being semi-hard in his underwear, but when they came off, it was almost shocking. I mean, even I, who think of myself as mostly straight, felt an empathetic response in my own groin. Plus, the thing was huge. At least 9 inches, which is maybe two inches longer than mine, and I’m a bit beyond average. Not only was Derek extremely long, he is very thick too! A bunch of the memories from the previous party I was at started running through my mind, and I began to get hard thinking about all that would happen next!
I had the craziest urge to wrap my hand around that monster thing, and I’m not usually like that. I wasn’t the only one with such an urge. A half-dozen hands reached out, giving Derek a few tugs each. Several others were stroking him and fully jerking his monster cock. Derek was leaking precum and some of the guests began to play with it, rubbing it around his cockhead and then sampling the goods. Derek just kept smiling and encouraging everyone to participate.
As you can imagine, or maybe you can’t, clothing started coming off all around the room. My own father was one of them. I mean, here he was not only naked, but showing off his erect cock in a room full of men, including his own son! Well, when in Rome… so of course my own pants came off too. Now Dad could see his son with an erection also. Solidarity, my man! I mean, it is a bonding experience to see your own father naked and erect. I felt almost like I was looking at my own cock. He and I are quite similar in that department.
You might be wondering about the three women about now. They were all wives of men in the group. They were as happy as clams in mud, just like us guys, maybe even more so to be in an ocean full of erect cocks. It was a little disappointing that none of them fully stripped. Sue didn’t remove any clothing. Judy was in her bra and panties, and Gretchen was topless. As long as they were happy, it was OK with me, but I do think it would have been frosting on the cake if they had been naked also. Perhaps they were worried that the whole thing would turn into an orgy without their permission.
A couple of blowjobs were happening around me. Some of the guys had also ventured to give Derek a nice suck. The next thing you know, guys all over the room were blowing each other. Even Gretchen participated although it was with her own husband.
My good friend Michael, who I was convinced would never come to a party with a male stripper, and seemed as straight as the day is long, took Derek in his mouth for a moment. He seemed delighted to do so. I participated in some cock sucking of my own, first trying to take in Derek's monster cock as deep as I could, and then with a couple of the other guys.
Derek had the timing down to a science. Before any of the guys went too far, he got up on my coffee table, and started wanking himself like there was no tomorrow. What a thing to see such a hot and shredded stud giving himself such great, unabashed attention. I don’t think I could have done it like that in front of everyone. After a good long wanking show, you could see Derek’s muscles tighten. He got off the table and started around the room of about 40 guests. He offered each person the opportunity to play with him and lick his cock. A few who declined but most grabbed his cock and started slurping it. Even all three ladies, smiling, shrieking and giggling as they did so. Nobody could get him very deep since he was so thick and long. Precum was dripping out of him. A lot of precum.
After a couple rounds around my large den, Derek finally came up to Dad. It was his turn, the guest of honor and the birthday boy! Dad grabbed Derek’s cock and stroked him, jerking precum out, and dad began to lick it off with his tongue before inhaling Derek’s hard cock. By now, Derek was rock hard from all of the attention. His body was shining from the oil and light sweat that made every part of him glisten. Dad continued to blow Derek for at least a minute, trying to get his cock as deep as he could, while the crowd cheered on.
Finally Derek pulled out of Dad’s mouth and asked if I had a lighter.
I hesitated and said, “Yea, why?”
Derek reached down to his boots and from his sock, he pulled out a birthday candle. I and ran into the kitchen to get a lighter. When I came back, Derek had inserted the candle into his piss hole. His massive cock was fully erect, pointing up, and the candle topped it off!
I remember Derek doing a sounding event at the last party I was at, but I hadn’t thought about it until now! Holy shit, this wasn’t part of the booking I thought, but what the fuck, hell yeah!
Derek led the group in singing Happy Birthday to dad, and then lit the candle while inside his cock. It was so fucking hot! When the song was over, Derek directed Dad to make a wish and blow out the candle. Immediately, Derek took out the candle and began to stroke for dad, allowing Dad to play and lick him. The crowd went wild. This birthday present would be a far cry from last year’s antique Land Rover!
Derek could not contain his horniness and shouted out boys, wish dad a happy birthday! Dad eagerly awaited his birthday gift, and Derek didn’t disappoint. Derek began to cum, and cum, spraying Dad with a massive facial. There was so much, it was falling on my carpet, but I didn’t care. It was so exciting to see. While he had been doing his show, a dozen guys were wanking right along with him. Within about 10 minutes, there was a lot of cum on my carpet. Still, I didn’t care. Cum can be cleaned off. You could actually smell it in the room.
The evening didn’t quite wear down yet. Sure, after the great cum show, there was a lessening of sexual energy, but those who could continued to wank, and to my amazement Derek, got back up on the coffee table, ejaculated a second time. Who can do that? Amazing!
At the end of the evening, everyone went home happy. My dad hugged me and just couldn’t stop thanking me. He said it was the best birthday party he’s ever had, and he’s had a lot of them!
He then went on to tell me, almost in a conspiratorial whisper, even though everyone had left but Dad and I, that he’d like to invite Derek back for a private get-together. Just Dad, me, and Derek. I think it will be kind of weird, my father and I naked and wanking together along with a hot male entertainer, but I’m super-excited. I was like “Hell yes, Dad, let’s do it!”
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