Chapter 1

It was my son’s 21^st birthday. He asked if I could fly in from Boise to Kansas City and spend the weekend with him. Since I hadn’t seen him much since he came back from his deployment and he lived with me for a year to get back into the world, I said yes, as long as I could stay in a hotel and he let me ride his motorcycle. He agreed.

I flew in after work on a Friday morning and arrived in KC around noon. Lew picked me up and we went to the hotel.

“Dad, I’m really happy you could make it. The guys have something planned and I think that you might need to be my wingman.”

“Wingman? What are the guys planning?”

“No one is talking. They won’t tell me. Their wives won’t tell me.”

“I know. Women are the source of all confusion in the known and unknown universe.

“Do you mind if the party gets a little wild?”

“Define wild.”

“You know the normal stuff. Strippers and strippers and a few strippers.”

“Great! I’ll see you in the morning.”

“OK, dad. Sleep good.”

My son dropped me off at the hotel and after a shower, I fell asleep.

In the morning, Lew picked me up and we were off. He drove, and we made small talk, until I had to ask.

“OK, son, what’s on the agenda?”

“Well dad, this is a bit of a shared party. I was informed this morning that some of the entertainment was for your benefit as well as mine.”

“Meaning what?”

“I guess, for some reason, my friends think that you need to have a girlfriend.”

“And where would they get an idea like that?”

“From me. When mom divorced you 10 years ago, you went into a deep funk and are only now climbing out of it. My friends remember you from when we were a family and you were so much fun. They like you a lot. They’re always asking about you and I’m always telling them.”

“You tell them about me not dating?”

“It comes up.”

He pulled into the lot of a local strip club. There were already several cars parked outside and in the back. We got out and walked to the door. A very large man stopped us when we opened the door and asked for our ID’s. He looked at them and then at his clipboard and smiled.

“The two guests of honor! Welcome gents to the Taffy Pull.”

We entered to the sound of a deep booming bass and to the dark room with spotlights on a small stage and on the main stage. On the main stage there were two beautiful women dancing for some guys. I recognized a couple as being from my sons’ unit. They were his soldiers. One of them turned to see us and rushed to greet us.

“Hey Lew! Mr. Paul. How are you doing?”

“Pete, since when do you call me Mr. Paul?”

“Sorry. Hi Dad!”

I laughed out loud.

“Still wrong, but acceptable.”

I joined my son and the seven other men, and we sat and let the women entertain us. All but one of the women had large tits. Being a simple man, I was drawn to the one with the smaller, natural tits. I was shaking my head as the guys went nuts for one of the dancers who had massive fake boobs. Pete saw me and came over.

“Something wrong, Dad?”

“No, it’s just that these guys are going nuts over the fake tits and missing the beauty and real sexiness of these women’s butts.”

I began to explain, but the music was too loud. I went to the DJ booth and asked him to kill the music. When I explained that I was one of the guests of honor and I needed to say something he complied. The women froze, not knowing what to do.

“Guys, may I give you a little lesson that will make all of your lives better?”

Everyone agreed, and I hopped up on the stage. The bouncer looked at me and I waved. He smiled and gave me the ‘OK’ sign.

“Ladies, would you all join me on stage? Please.”

The six women joined me.

“Would you ladies please remove your bottoms for me?”

They looked to the door and the bouncer, who I later found out was the manager, nodded to them, so they all stripped off their thongs, well one was wearing ‘boy shorts’.

“Now ladies will you all please turn around, so your butts are facing the guys.”

They all turned and giggled.

“Please stand with your legs together. Guys, what you are looking at is six examples of butts. I’m going to move them around a bit.”

I gently took hold of arms and swapped positions of several of the ladies, who took the liberty to give me a kiss after I moved each one.

“Now we have them grouped by category. This tiny thing has the smallest butt. I would guess that she has a crack that is only about 8 inches long. We are looking from the top of the crack to the start of the taint. This beautiful woman has a butt that a man can take hold of and completely fill each hand. May I?”

She smiled and nodded. I walked around her to face her and put my arms around her and engulfed both of her cheeks, one with each hand.

“This is a tiny butt. My hands fit her butt really well. Now, would you please bend over?”

I moved and she bent over and grabbed her ankles.

“Now you see that her crack starts here and goes to here. By the way, you have a beautiful little pink starfish.”

“Thank you,” she said with a smile.

“When you spread her cheeks, you will be able to see her entire package. Her entire butt, her pussy, and her anus. So if you were to, say get into a 69 with her, you would be able to access her entire package, great if you like that. I do.”

I patted her bottom and thanked her. She gave me a kiss on the cheek. I moved to the next girl.

“Here you see a different sort of tiny butt. I am going to guess that she is about the same distance from the top of her crack to her taint, but the cheek material is much larger. When she walks her cheeks jiggle just a little, which to me is like a flashing sign that says, ‘Open For Business’.”

“Hey,” she sounded offended.

“What? If you walk across the stage with some jiggle, every man in the place will stop looking at the fake tits and watch you. I sure would. This woman, what is your name, my dear?”

“Bambi.”

“Of course! It had to be. Bambi here has the smallest tits but has the best most active butt. I could spend hours between her butt cheeks, just worshiping her.”

“Thank you.”

“You are welcome, Bambi.”

She kissed me on the cheek as well before I moved on.

“Next we have...” I paused and looked at her.

“Summer.”

“Summer! And as you can see, Summer is a bit bigger in the bottom. If I saw things correctly when I came in, she does the ... um ... is it twerk, when the butt gets humped up and down?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Sir? My name is Mick.”

“Yes, Mick, it is called twerking.”

“Summer, here twerks really well and since she has a bit of a more fleshy butt, it bounces around much more than the other ladies. Would you please bend over, Summer.”

“Sure.”

“You see as she bends her hips open and seem wider. If she is sitting on your face the view would be panoramic. It is also about 10 inches from the top of her crack to her taint.”

“Um ... Mick?”

“Yes, Summer.”

“What’s a taint?”

The guys all laughed.

“May I touch you between your legs, Summer?”

“Sure.”

“This is the top of your butt cheek crack.”

I ran my finger down.

“This is your butthole. It is very nice, by the way.”

“Thank you.”

I slid my hand down further.

“This is where your butt ends and this...”

I moved my hand to her pussy.

“ ... This is your pussy, but if I slid my finger back towards your butthole, there is a small area between your pussy and your butthole. It ain’t pussy and it ain’t butt. It ain’t either, hence it is the taint.”

“Oh! I get it.”

“Summer, I know several of the guys here that would love to kiss your taint.”