Dore Alley Eve in SF. A True Story by SilverStreak.
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After years of discreet sexual experiences in my Daddy's bed, the opportunity finally arrived to take our affectionate relationship out-of-doors, My Dad was a very out and gay Southern Californian who was 66 and sported a long grey head of hair. I was a closeted, New York City born, formerly married, formerly straight guy in my mid-50s with curly silver hair. We'd met via the online chat and dating site for mature men called SilverDaddies.com.
We'd shared years of sexual bliss in his bedroom high up in Potrero Hill, overlooking downtown San Francisco. He was an admitted toilet pig who loved rimming, scat play and earthier sexual pursuits. He loved my hairy body, massive balls and stiff cock. I was into fetish wear, crossdressing, leather and latex and had a serious thing for older, mature Daddy types.
The intensity of our attraction, our sexual dynamic and the deep feelings we cultivated for each other had changed my life, ruined my marriage and essentially caused me to "change teams." He has a magical, intuitive ability, gleaned through great experience, to know how to arouse me every time we get together.
Our typical sexual encounters involved spending some time putting ourselves in the mood by dabbing – a seriously potent method of getting stoned, involving the heating of a crystal bowl attached to a bong-like dabbing rig, inserting a titanium dental implement coated in concentrated marijuana resin into the bowl and deeply inhaling. For Daddy, this was addiction, He dabbed all day long and if he didn't, he claimed his digestion would be adversely affected and he'd get what he called "the squirts." To me this claim seemed ridiculous, but he was the one supplying the drugs, so I just shut up and held on for the ride.
When I imbibed this high-potency vapor, it stripped away all sensitivity from my cock and emotions and allowed me to last a crazy long time with impressive hardness. To my mind it numbed my senses and allowed me to deeply indulge in sexually intense gay experiences without prematurely blowing my load.
...One fine summer evening, on the eve of San Francisco's Dore Alley Festival, a gay celebration of leather and the S&M Lifestyle, I happened to have to the night free and suggested to Daddy that we should, for a change, go out and explore some of the South of Market (SOMA) gay bars which would undoubtedly be packed with fetish loving boys of all ages.
Daddy agreed with the plan, but to put me in the mood and keep me from my typical post-coital pattern of quickly exiting upon orgasm we indulged in some heavy foreplay before heading out for the night. The catch was, I was not given the opportunity to cum and this always leaves me feeling sexually adventurous and extremely affectionate towards my Daddy, even to the point of outwardly expressing my feelings in public.
Up to this point in our decade-long connection we'd had a lot of truly mind-blowing sex. We'd experimented with a fairy wide variety of extra-curricular sexual approaches, toys, devices and garments, all in the privacy of his apartment bedroom. Before heading to Soma, I dressed for daddy in a black leather collar, pink, patent leather, super slutty open toed, 5-inch spiked heel platform fuck me pumps and a tight fitting spandex teddy. Daddy commenced to stroking my thick 6-inch cock and goat sized balls as we deeply French kissed and made out.
Typically, he'd pet and stroke me like I was his baby gurl until my cock was harder than a diamond, at which point we'd switch roles and I'd fuck his brains out in a pool of sweaty man to man lust, but tonight would be decidedly different. "I love it when you leave me dangling like this daddy. It makes me so horny. I want to go out as your boy in public," "That's how you need to be for me son, all horny and adventurous," said Daddy.
"How about we get a little dinner and then go to one of those SOMA gay bars afterward?" "Sounds like a plan to me son," said Daddy.
Having played for 30 minutes I stripped out of my fetish things, halfway hard, and we got ourselves ready to head to Folsom Street.
Our first stop was a favorite Thai Restaurant, that seemed filled with many gay men. Which made it great for our little date night out. The food was delicious and Daddy treated me which was extra-nice.
From there we strolled a few blocks down Folsom toward an infamous S&M themed gay bar called "The Powerhouse." Being totally green as to outwardly social gayness, I was slightly taken aback that the bar was asking a 10 Dollar door charge and I suggested to Daddy that perhaps we should go have a drink, next door, at the also very gay, but lower key "Hole in the Wall," bar. Daddy agreed that I perhaps need a "shot or two of courage," before descending into the frenzy of gayness that awaited at the Power house.
Lucky for us, a couple of guys were just getting up when we entered the hole in the wall and we took their place at the bar, Meanwhile, in random scenes all around us, guys were petting, making out and socializing. Creepy looking older, voyeuristic guys were playing wall flowers, observing the action and Daddy and I joined in by making out, touching and fondling each other. This action wasn't new to me, but doing it in front of a lot of gay men was very arousing and fresh to me.
I ordered us a couple of beers as Daddy fingered the crack of my ass and fondled my furry back through my cotton shirt. I stroked his cock through his jeans and we both took in the feelings and sights that surrounded us/
Meanwhile on the Bar's TV, John Water's appropriately smutty, "Desperate Living," was airing. This extremely campy and depraved flick fit the scenario perfectly with its over-sized fetish, smut-filled and ridiculously over the top plot and characters. Daddy and I just kept on kissing, petting and taking in the sights, sounds and smells of this outrageously decorated club filled with horny men.
When the movie ended and I ordered a Maker's on the Rocks, just to prepare my mind for the Powerhouse.
We exited the Hole and strode 40 feet toward The Powerhouse, walking past a crowd of boys in leather harnesses and latex shorts. Daddy paid our entrance fee and without explanation, grabbed my hand and led me toward "the back room." To get there we wandered through a miasma of sweaty, gyrating men in skimpy leather and latex dancing to inane trance music aiming toward a door in the back corner of the room.
Once through that door – a Pandora's box awaited. Roughly two dozen boys and men were tightly corralled in the tiny 20 by 8-foot space. Several guys were being sucked off and several getting ass-fucked by others in jocks and harnesses. A pair of large burly black men were making out and eventually got to pulling their huge cocks and sucking each other off. The visual stimulation was off the charts.
Joining in on the experience, I lit a joint and commenced to exhale each hit into my Daddy's mouth with French kisses as he stroked and fondled my hardness and caressed me through my jeans and shirt. After 10 minutes of this pattern of sharing ganja with my Daddy as he stroked me to hardness, I got down on my knees, unzipped Daddy's trousers and deeply inhaled his stiffening shaft. While all around us gay men gyrated, played and watched all the action.
I sucked Daddy for what seemed like an hour and at one point the door man sat down right next to us and gave Daddy a big grin He began to caress Daddies nipples as I sucked an slurped at Dad's balls and cock. I reached into the door man's shorts and commenced to stroke his balls and cock but the signals I got suggested this man had already had some action and was not in a proper state to respond to my attention. So I concentrated on Daddy. We watched several more men take cocks in their asses and mouths and the visual stimulation was driving Daddy mad with palpable lust – which I could directly gauge as he stiffened notably in my warm velvety mouth.
About 2 hours in this orgiastic chamber, Daddy whispered in my ear that it was time to head home. He grabbed my hand and led me back through the door and through the bar full of gyrating, bare chested men to the exit.
He held my and, tightly and affectionately as we strolled through Soma and back to my car. I drove us back the his place on the hill all the while holding hands.
Horned up from the amazingly liberating experience, I donned a crotch-less, latex singlet and some latex ankle cuffs and got busy aiming my throbbing cock at Daddy's needful, quivering anus. A tremendous film of sweat surfaced between us and at some point I pulled out, stripped off the singlet and reconnected quickly to feel that wonderful sense of skin-on-skin, man-to-man lustfulness between us. It was likely the sweatiest, most lustful sex we've had and we've had a crazy amount of great sex.
So incredibly turned on by the previous 2 hours of action I was able to last more than 30 minutes of bucking, grinding anal sex play with my wonderful daddy. I ultimately reared back and creamed his prostate with what felt like a gallon of creamy cum and then we just lay in a huge pile of sweat and semen in the most blissful and resonant state of after-glow.
Our kinky, Father and Son, gay romance continues...