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“The Greatest (jack-off) Show in Town”Introduction: A few years ago I read a story online that made me cum like I never had cum to a story before. I lost track of it and have never been able to find it, but I have not forgotten the story line, even if I have forgotten a lot of the details. I thought I would write my own version of it in homage to the original author. If anybody knows the location of the original, tell me!I sat at my son’s high school graduation with a tear in my eye as many father’s do, but also with an ache in my gut. I was out of work and had been for a while. How the hell was I going to make sure that he would be able to go to college? He and I had talked about it a lot, but apart from having him take out a huge student loan that would take him years to pay back, we just could not see any way to pay for everything that college involves. I was still thinking about this a couple days later while drinking my morning coffee, when my son approached me and shocked the hell out of me. He told me about a buddy of his who, he said, “jacked his way through college”. I thought he was joking, but I was still shocked and asked him what the fuck he was talking about. He told me that a friend of his who had gone to college on the east coast used to put on jo shows every afternoon after classes. His audience was mostly professors and business men on their way home to their wives and k**s, but he also had some civic leaders, and even a congressman who stopped in when he was home from Washington. He had a guy who would take the money from the men as they came in and get them settled in their seats. The guy would let them know the rules – they could do or say anything they wanted; they could take their cocks out and stroke; but touching the performer was absolutely forbidden and asking for one on one stuff after the show was a waste of time and might even get you banned. As a good father, I told my son that there is no way I would ever let him do something like that. He told me that there were guys who did things much more “involved” than jack off. Some guys had sugar daddies or sugar mommas who paid their way through college for an agreed upon number of sex sessions per week. There was even a guy who knew who cleaned houses naked and got paid enough to cover all his college bills with enough left over to buy a car. “Why are you telling me all this, I asked my son”, I asked, “you know I couldn’t ever be at peace here at home knowing that you were having to do something like that because I couldn’t help you with college expenses”. He told me that that was exactly why he was telling me. He wanted me to come with him, to be his protector and to be the “ticket taker”, etc at his shows and help get the word out so he could get a big enough and regular enough audience to pay his bills. Well, my son and I were pretty open about sex with each other, but I had never told him that one of my sexual fantasies was to jack off while watching him do the same. Anyway, by the time he had to leave to go to his part-time job samsun escort flipping burgers, he had convinced me. So over the next couple months we worked out all the logistics. I checked with an old buddy of mine who was a lawyer and he said that as long as we made this thing a private club and as long as my son was over 18, which he was, then we might just be able to get away with it. The problem would be to keep nosey neighbors from asking questions about the number of men coming and going every day and going to police about what we were doing being a “nuisance”. A problem we thought we would solve by not renting an apartment, but rather a house a little just a short distance from town – not far from the college campus, but isolated enough so that we would just not have any close neighbors. In August we made our move to Lexington, Kentucky, to UK, and rented a pretty run down house on the outskirts of town. My son, Greg, registered for classes and signed up for various extra-curricular activities. I made the rounds of local adult bookstores and porn theaters to drop some hints here and there about a really hot k*d who did a jack off show every day after his college classes. I suppose I should stop at this point and tell you something about Greg. I know I am prejudiced, but I think that Greg is the hottest, sexiest, most mouth-watering piece of young male flesh in the country. He is about 5’10” tall with a well-defined, slim body, almost no body hair except for a little on his legs, beautiful blond hair, blue eyes, a killer smile and an ass that could bring tears to your eyes! When we began our little enterprise he was 18, but looked a good deal younger. To heighten the young-look, we made sure to keep his pubes trimmed, and I even shaved the hair around his asshole regularly – a labor of love! – so that his pink virgin pucker was not obscured by even the smallest bit of hair. The first afternoon performance was scheduled for a Monday afternoon about two weeks after classes started. I had done a good job of getting the word around to what I thought would be a good crowd. We were hoping for about ten guys that first time. Twelve showed up. All types. Guys who were obviously frequent visitors to the porno houses in town, but also some guys in business suits. We even had one prof. I was very satisfied. These guys would tell others and we would have a steady flow, I hoped. We would even limit the crowd to, say, 15. After I got all the guys settled, I started telling them what a treat they were in for. I gave the most lascivious description of Greg I could. I described every part of his young body. When I described his young 8” cock, and his perfect ass, I think some of the guys were drooling. When I told them about his virgin, pink, asshole – which I made sure to call his boipussy – some of the men in the audience were pawing at their cocks through their trousers and squirming around in their seats in anticipation. Finally I announced my son. He came out of an adjoining room dressed in siirt escort a tee shirt, a pair of gym shorts, white socks, and sneakers. He walked through the crowd and up onto a little stage we had rigged up. The men applauded, and a couple whistled. Greg gave them that killer smile I told you about. He started talking to the guys about the kinds of sexual things he liked to do, about what kind of girl he especially liked to fuck and how he liked to fuck her, about his sexual experiences up to that time, and while he was talking, he was slowly taking off his clothes, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. I looked around and could see the bulges in the men’s pants. Hell, I was hard as a rock myself. Our first idea was that he was going to throw each article of clothing to the audience as he took it off. Then we decided that that might cause a real fight, especially when he peeled off those white socks and that jockstrap. So we decided he would just drop the clothes and after he went back in the other room after the show, I would auction off the clothes. He began by pulling his tee shirt up over his head. He hesitated a while when he had his arms open to give the guys a good look at his armpits with their beautiful little patches of blond hair. He dropped his tee, showing off his perfect twink’s body. I heard a guy near me say that he would pay $1000 just to be able to play with Greg’s nips for an hour. I laughed, and thought I would love to do the same, but that was not part of the bargain. The sight of my boy up there, showing off those teenage pecs and that flat belly had me so turned on that I thought, what the hell. And I took my cock out and started stroking. Once the guys saw me do that, almost all of them followed my lead. Then Greg turned and bent over and pulled down his gym shorts. While he was bent over and turned his head and flashed a smile. The crowd got along look at his perfect ass. The room was actually getting hot from the excitement. Greg straightened up and faced the crow. He pulled down his jock strap and kicked them behind him. He stood there in nothing but his white socks and his sneakers. The sneakers were the next to come off. To please the sock lovers and the feet lovers, he peeled one sock off and left the other one on. Then the show went up to the next level, as my son began slowly stroking his cock, stroking it, caressing it, spitting on it to lube it up, and all the while he kept talking to the men, asking them if they liked what they saw, asking them if they liked what they saw, asking them if they wanted to lick the precum off the head of his cock, asking them if they would like to see his cock sliding into the mouth of some hot young bitch, or into the virgin pussy of one of their daughters. The men were shouting back their answers and begging him to stroke himself hard, or to turn and shown them his boipussy. Greg then moved to the bed – a kind of elevated, inclined cot, which allowed him to recline but still allowed all the men to see his escort bayan whole body. What the men did not see was that in the back of the room, over their heads, a monitor was playing a porn flick which only Greg could see. It was just something to help him get and stay hard. In later shows we turned the sound up so that everybody could hear it. The sound of fucking coming from the monitor made the atmosphere seen even dirtier and hotter. Greg had a fine hard-on by this time. Damn I was proud of that b*y. His cock was bigger than mine and he was more handsome than I ever was – and I was not bad! He stroked his fuck-rod, he played with his balls. He turned over and humped the bed and went through all the motions of fucking. He picked up a fleshlight and attached it to a bracket we had put near him and began to fuck it, sliding his long hard dick in and out and squirming his perfect ass around. When he was on his belly on the cot, he got up on all fours and reached back and spread his ass cheek to give the guys a view of his pink pucker. That drove them wild. I think they would have ****d the k*d if I had not been there with my enforcer (gun) on my hip. He turned onto his back again and held his legs up to give them a great view of his cock, balls, and boipussy. He fingered his ass and stroked his cock – alternating to everybody’s delight.Greg kept up the action, and the sex banter for about 20 minutes and then got on his knees facing the audience, leaned back while thrusting his hips forward, and began to shout, “I’m gonna cum, guys, I gonna cum”. The guys were answering, “Fuck yeah, k*d, shoot that load, shoot that fuckin load.” Greg obliged and shot a hot load up onto his chest. He then grabbed his jock strap and wiped up the cum. He stood up flashed another of his killer smiles and ran down through the middle of the men and into the other room. Most of the guys had shot their own loads by that time. Others were saving up their hard-ons to fuck their wives or whoever. I then auctioned off the clothes. Of course the cum-soaked jock strap brought the most, but was surprised that the sock brought a good price, too. The guys filed out and as they passed me they told me that they would be back. I told them to tell their buddies. (Men only) Well, our scheme worked. We had more men showing up than we could handle. The price of admission, the money from the clothes auctions, and a few naked cleaning jobs and private shows for select groups at upscale parties brought in so much that by the end of freshman year, we had made enough to pay for the tuition for all four years. I told Greg we could stop, but he was actually enjoying it. He was a real exhibitionist. He not only jacked his way through the regular 4 year program, he paid for post-grad work as well. Greg is now an executive with a thriving company. He is married and has two sons. The younger one looks just like him. I asked the younger one if he planned to go to college. He said, “Yeah, UK, just like dad.” I told them that was pretty expensive. He said his dad told him not to worry, that he had a planned all worked out to pay for everything. Greg overheard our conversation, he looked at me from a few feet away and flashed me that killer smile. I laughed. Grandpa might have a little work to do in Lexington in a few years.

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