#this may kinda suck idk im just so horny.i really did go to a bear night and one of the performers was so extremely hot and the host called

[spikedwh0re]

went to a gay bar for bear night and saw my dad there. we made eye contact at the start of the show and i felt the heat go straight down- he went on as usual with his number, pretending i wasn't there. i didn't know dad was doing this at night- grinding against people putting cash in his jock strap, humping a stranger's leg to the beat, thrusting his hips up, all while his hairy body shined with oil. i couldn't tear my eyes away as i felt myself getting wet, telling myself that this was wrong but that it's okay that i couldn't help myself because the show is sexual in nature, regardless of whether it's my dad or not. everyone would feel this way, right?

when the show ended, i knew i had to go find him backstage... just to talk, nothing else. i shift in my tight clothes as i move, people glancing down at the exposed parts of my body when i make my way to the back. i dressed up with the intention of going home with someone tonight, so i'm not wearing much. when i get to the dressing room, he's alone. the other performers seem to be out on the floor. i knock on the open door to get his attention. "dad?" at the sound of voice his eyes fly to me. he scans my body- my tits poking from out of my cropped shirt, my shorts that expose part of my ass, the fishnets that hug my arms and legs. "son," he says out of breath from the performance i assume, "i didn't expect to see you here." i think i should be the one saying that, but im suddenly unable to speak. id been a regular at bear night for months now. i never realized how id been searching for people that look just like my dad... and now here he is, wearing nothing but a jock strap.

i leave the door open and approach him, leaning against the counter he was standing in front of. "you did a great job out there... all my friends told me how hot they thought you looked. i didn't know you had it in you, old man." i can't help but try to subtly rub against the counter as i stand there, looking at his exposed chest, his arms, his half lidded eyes.

"oh yeah?" he says, raising an eyebrow. he drops his voice, and it makes my stomach tingle. "what was your favorite part, kiddo?"

i stammered a bit as he took a step toward me. i think he could tell how flushed i was getting; i saw his eyes look down between my thighs when i kept shifting to rub them together. he was so close to me now, his breath smelling faintly like alcohol. "y-your dances were incredible. i never imagined you had the strength for that, the stamina to do it for so long, and uh," he was looking into my eyes, and his gaze is so intense i have to drop my glance to his lips, plump and slightly parted, and my resolve to not do anything stupid crumbled. how did i never realize that my type of man is my dad? "when you were grinding against those people, when you let them put bills right above your.... i just felt, i thought that was..."

he smiled, grabbing my fishnetted thigh harshly. i gasp, but i don't move away. "you don't need to tell me how you felt, son." he leaned down to get close to my face just a breath away. "i could always tell you were a slut for your dad's body."