Redneck Hollow

It took me two days of self-debate to get up the courage to visit Joe's Bar owner, Oral Bottom. The thing is, how do you bring it up ... "If you're a pimp, can I get a job hustling?" No matter how I said it or what I said, it seemed awkward. 

So I decided to walk in as an "innocent". With confidence I pushed open the door to Joe's Bar. Wearing my tightest Daisy Dukes and a white mid-drift tank top I strutted to the bar. And if you looked a little under my left ass check you'd see just an inch of a used jockstrap that I stole from a classmate.

A blonde sat on the first bar stool smoking. I come up to him confident like. "Excuse me, sir. Are you Mr. Oral Bottom, Proprietor of Joe's Bar?"

"No. No. I'm Firmus A. Dick, town drunk since 19 ..." He burped, gave the impression he was thinking then ended with a big sip of his whiskey. "Whatever."

"Who wants Oral Bottom?" A booming voice came from the end of the bar which was dimly lit.
Passing barstools as I walked to Mr. Bottom, I looked around. Apparently the motif of this establishment was 'naked, gay, I can't quit you cowboy'. Ropes hung. Pictures of horses. Off in a corner there was a saw horse with a saddle on it. Interesting, I thought. Photos of hot Cowboys in jocks, naked, fucking each other in cowboy hats hung on the walls. And Cowboys hats themselves were everywhere.

I stuck my hand out when I got to Mr. Bottom. I think I shook his hand with too much enthusiasm. Mr. Bottom was six foot, wide shoulders. Big silver mustache. An ample package. "Afternoon sir, I'm Jack Harder Jr. I come to live with my Daddy. I was wondering if you needed any help, bar back, stripper or sumthin' else.

"Sumthin' else? What's that?"

I shook my head. "I don't rightly know but yer the smart guy so you tell me. I'm eighteen."
Staring at me, he lit a cigarette and obviously checked my body out. "Son. I know yer Dad, good man. If you get his permission you can strip on Saturday nights. Two shows. One at nine. One at eleven. I'll pay you a hundred per performance, course ya keep yer tips. That's mighty good cash for two hours. Go talk to your Daddy."

In that moment I wanted to make a gay statement about me becoming a gay stripper!! I could do choreography or maybe consult someone. I couldn't believe I was going to make two hundred dollars for just talking off my clothes. This was an important moment for me as a gay man. Another step in my gay manhood. 

This moment had to commemorated, the gay way. I took a breath, dropped to my knees and unbuckled Oral Bottom. Stripped him of his belt. Unbuttoned his jeans. Pulled down his piss-stained Gildan cheap Walfart briefs, took hold of his "already hard cock" and began power sucking him. When he starting fucking my mouth, I unzipped and pulled down my tiny shorts, Oral happily stuck his hand in my jock, and jacked me. Spit oozing down my chin. I felt his hand on the back head, pushing my mouth to take more.

The smell of Oral was intoxicating. He looked 35, may 40, So manly. The scent of his masculine body was that "just home from the gym" aroma. A tidal wave of testosterone rendered me weak in the knees. His huge balls banged against my chin. He increased his drive. I guessed he was close and I was gonna taste his load. Awesome sauce!!

But what happened was ... different.

Oral grabbed my shoulders and pulled me up. His cock flopped outta my mouth. He turned me toward the bar, placing my arms on a bar stood then shucked down my shorts and jockstrap with speed and strength. With lust and intent, Oral drove his big dick into my horny hole. As I balanced myself on the twisty barstool, an unknown man wasted no time driving his cock into my opened mouth. Nice dick. Smooth. His face was blocked by the bar. My head now on a barstool seat as Oral's dick ravaged my bung hole.

At the same time both men shouted out and came up my boyhole and down my gullet. Slurp!!

Telling Dad

"That's great son, of course I'll let ya do it ... but have you ever stripped before?"
Dad and I were on the sofa. "I never thought of that."

"There's other things you're gonna have to buy and learn. Underwear. You need music. Moves. A theme. You just don't get up there and take your clothes."

Dad was right. Saturday was five days away.

"Son go get a skimpy bikini you got and a jock." Dad pulled up YouTube, why yes my father bought me a computer. "I'm looking for stripper music but for guys."

Like most gay men, I have no shortage of undies. I brought a black thong and my classic jockstrap which I wore when Coach Manly rimmed my ass. That was my first time. Uh, memories.

Dad shouted out joyfully, "Y.M.C.A.!. I like the whole Young Man vibe."

I showed him my underwear, he suggested a jockstrap went well with the song. "You got old white school boxers?"

"Who doesn't."

"Put them on." As Dad got into his tight white nylon running shorts he explained four articles of clothing would be removed at appropriate moments culminating in removing the jock at the end of the song.

"l will get you the right running shorts. 30 inch waist. The boxers look good, kid."

"Dad you're in tight shorts and the outline of your dick is making ....

He laughed. "Focus, you little cocksucker. You'll start on the floor on your tummy. As the song begins, you slowly get on your knees thrusting out your butt.

Young man, there's no need to feel down
I said, young man, pick yourself off the ground

Dad was on fire. I was doing everything he said. "You crawl around your stage, you stop you listen to the lyric unhappy. 

You start standing slowly when the lyric Many ways to have a good time, squeeze your dick."

There's no need to be unhappy

When the chorus starts It's fun to stay at the YMCA! You will pull off your rip-able stripper pants that I will buy for you." He paused and stared at me. 

"Holy Penis! I got a great idea," he said as I took my boxers off revealing my ass to him. 

"There has to be two different shows. So the other song is In the Navy also by The Village People! Jack Jr. you will be dressed in white sailor pants and a sailors cap and for YMCA, you're a teen in jeans, High School t-shirt, white briefs, white thong and something leather."

Dad's eyes fell across me, in his excitement he became breathy. He started at me. "Son I can't look at you with the amazing boner I...

Dad's pants and boxers down in a New Mexico minute. A blob of pre-cum oozed from his huge piss hole. I engulfed his stick shift, pushed pass the head, mid-dick I felt his juice going down my throat. "Slobber on it son, get it wet, keep the jock on." 

Pulling my head to take him deeper, I gagged. I got that dick soaked by the time he pulled his dick out of my mouth and shoved it up my ever-expanding butthole. The breathy sound turned to panting and then the pounding of his big dickus in my hot hole commenced. I love him. Dad screamed out in a foreign tongue, and exploded up my anus. 

Sometime after, I remembered that Coach Manly and his boyfriend Janus Hole had once been strippers. Coach owes me "You wash my dick, I'll wash yours."