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It was one of the proudest nights of Mr. Egbert's life. His son was finally a college graduate. He had spent the day patting him on the back, giving him hugs, and telling him how very proud he was to have John for a son. Mr. Egbert had spent a good amount of time with John before his friends had finally dragged him away, but it hurt a bit to have John taken away on such a wonderful day. He didn't try to keep him, though; he knew the importance of friends.
Apparently Dave was setting up some sort of party for him, him and his brother in town for John’s graduation. Mr. Egbert had only met the older Strider a few times, during the few exchanges of children for the stretches of time that Dave had spent at the Egbert household, and John at what he called the ‘Strider pad’. Mr. Egbert had never minded the blonde boy, if anything he had always tried to keep away from Dave. There had always been something...tempting about the younger Strider, something that he could never quite put a finger on. It had unnerved him more than anything, had him staying longer at the office, and busying himself with more cooking than was probably healthy for anyone in his house. Dave had never complained about it though, had just kept eating the food, playing with John, and giving the barest hint of a smile.
Mr. Egbert had been a bit happy that Dave hadn’t joined him and John during the rest of the festivities of the day. He wasn’t sure he could take it to tell the truth. Dave had grown up to be a handsome young man. A handsome young man with metal in his mouth and flashes of silver in his ears. It had made standing within eye view of him during the ceremony just a slight bit uncomfortable, with a continuous need to shift his pants. He wasn’t sure he would have been able to stand it if Dave had been there with them the whole day. Four years was a long time not to see someone, and Dave had still changed quite a bit, but Dad just found his new height and muscle tone that much more enticing. Not to mention the piercings.
That was the last thing he needed to worry about though. Right then he was more preoccupied with having to deal with his workmates. They had decided that the best way for Egbert to celebrate his son’s last step into manhood was to go to a strip club. It wasn’t until they had entered that his coworkers had realized their error. It was ladies night, which meant that the strip bar was filled with women, and a smattering of men. Some were there for the male strippers, others were there for the women who were having a few too many martinis. His co-workers stayed for the drunk women. Dad stayed because it would have been rude not to.
Ten minutes later he had wished they had turned around and left. Mostly because after they had settled down, near the front where a large gaggle of gals were sitting, a small group had entered. A group that had a young man with hair that stuck up at strange angles and had much too large front teeth. Egbert stared at him, and a few seconds later John’s face found his. There was a stuttering of his usual smile, a deep blush, and then John was walking over.
“Hey Dad,” he said, scrubbing at the back of his head. The rest of his work buddies clapped both him and his son on the back while John’s buddies left. Dave hadn’t been with them.
“Dave told me that he had some sort of surprise here,” John said finally, rubbing at the back of his head. His neck was flushed like his own. “So I need to stay, he said it would start about 9:30, whatever it is.” John smiled. Dad nodded, took a sip of his scotch, and turned back to the stage only to watch the policeman who was finishing his show tear of his pants. This was going to be an interesting night.
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John had already felt awkward enough when he walked into the strip bar, even more so when he found that there were men on the catwalk. Then he had seen the fedora and felt his heart drop. Chris, Tim, and Mike had had similar reactions. They weren’t his closest of friends, not like Dave, but he had spent a few years crammed in special effects booths with them and created a form of friendship. They had even met his father on a few occasions, but none of them had spent more than a couple of days at his Dad’s place, and he at theirs. Not like with what he would do with Dave. With Bro. He had spent so much time there during the summer, skirting around the enigma that was Bro. The first male to make him question his whole idea of ‘not homosexual’. Having seen him that morning at his graduation had resparked those questions. Bro, in his white shirt, swimmers build, and barely sunkissed skin. He had seen that skin a few times, walking in on the older man coming out of the shower, catching him jerking off through a crack in his door. They left him sitting in the Strider bathroom late at night jerking himself off, thinking of large, fingerless-gloved hands.
John would never admit to any of these thoughts, though Dave had hinted at it for years. During college the teasing had died down, Dave doing his mixture of majors at community college and John getting his bachelors in what he called ‘movie magic’. Today though, as the two Striders stood watching him from the stands, he had felt the old stirring in his gut, the same heat, and he would be damned if he didn’t see Dave smirking at him.
“Isn’t that your Dad?” Mike had asked, the other two looking at the girls sitting around the bar and slapping at the mens asses.
“I-I think it is," John replied, attempting to laugh through the awkwardness. Then Chris had piped up.
“Really John? Your friend's idea of a good time is watching other dudes?” Chris was even more adamant at telling everyone he wasn’t a homosexual. It made John doubt Chris’s sexuality even more than his.
“Hey, he’s all about jokes. Whatever he has planned has to be pretty cool,” John responded, doing his best not to look at his Dad, but ended up catching his eye.
“Well, sorry dude, I don’t feel like spending the night with other guys junk shoved in my face," Chris said, the other two were quickly agreeing.
“Then...I guess I’ll see you guys later. I can’t leave without seeing what Dave has planned for me. He did do a lot to get up here and all,” John had said softly with a smile.
“Don’t worry about it Egbert. We’ll see you later.” Tim had said, clapped him on the shoulder and smiled. “Have fun with your friend and your Dad.” Then they had left, John making his way to sit next to his father.
At first it had been awkward, but soon John found that sitting with his Dad, sipping a beer while his father sipped at his scotch set him at ease. Soon he was more engaged in talking to his Dad above the crappy techno music than what was going on around them. That was, until the lights shut off to nothing but the floor lights.
“Now, for a special treat for you all tonight, we have some special guests that have traveled all the way from the heat of Texas to deal with the wet nights here in Seattle,” the announcer called over the mic. Immediately John felt his stomach do a flip flop. Dave wasn’t about to do what he thought he was going to do, was he? There was the hurried sound of something heavy being pushed along the floor below the announcer. “So everyone put your hands together for the Striders!” Drunken hoots and catcalls came from around the room. The spotlight flicked on, and the room roared.
John just about choked on his Corona. He needed to laugh, because what Dave was currently dressed in was too damn funny not to laugh at. Well, at least to him, it sounded like the women were loving it. He was all red leather and chainmail, hood included, and it made Dave look like the most skimpily clad knight John had ever seen. And he was still wearing his shades!
Dave stood in the spotlight, a sword over his shoulders, one hand gripping the hilt and the other gripping the blade tip. It looked ridiculous to John who had seen Dave nude on multiple occasions over the years. He went to let out a whoop of laughter when the music started. When it did John froze.
Swallowing, he looked behind Dave, to where a dimmer spotlight was, and felt heat go straight to his groin. Bro was behind a set of turntables. John couldn’t really see what he was wearing too well because of the large thing of equipment, but from what he could, John wasn’t sure if he wanted to laugh or cry. Dirk was wearing an open white vest with some sort of pink lining, a miniature crown was somehow balanced on his head, and was that metal peaking through the flaps of his vest? The base colors of the lights flashed against Bro’s shades as the bass started to drop. John swallowed hard, doing his best not to look over at his father. He couldn’t do it, not when he had the biggest hard on in his pants. He didn’t even react to the noise his father made next to him.
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Egbert was in trouble. Scratch that, he was more than in trouble. Dave was standing in front of him in more metal and leather than he had ever seen. In reality, it really was probably the least, but with how little there was and how much skin was showing, it was more than Egbert thought he could stand. The soft soled red boots only went to Dave’s ankles, the chainmail thong left little to the imagination, and then there was the chest piece. It was a bunch of straps that wrapped around his chest, going to chainmails shoulder covers. It outlined his abs, the thin but defined muscle of his chest, and god how his arms looked while holding that sword. Even the multiple leather belts that hung from his hips just made his body look that much more appealing; made Egbert want to remove it that much more. The hood was just the icing on the cake, framing that pale face with nothing but metal. Bright, gleaming metal that looked dull compared to the glint of the stud in Dave’s tongue when it snaked out between red lips. Egbert felt his cock swell in seconds flat as the music started, and those leather laden hips began to move.
He dimly recognized the DJ as Dave’s brother. Really all he could do was watch as Dave strode down the catwalk, hundreds of painted nails reaching for him as he strutted his way down to the end, to the pole. He didn’t touch it though, instead he swung down the sword, put the tip to the floor, and made a circle with his hips. Egbert was mesmerized as he watched those thighs bunch as Dave slowly slid down, ass to ankle, and back up again. The metal of his thong sliding against the sword. Women screamed as he went back up slowly, hips pushing out as he ran his metal covered cock against the steel. Egbert watched wide eyed, scotch forgotten, as Dave stood up straight, bending at the waist so that the women on either side screamed.
He was up straight again in seconds, twirling the handle of the sword in his hand before sticking the point back in the ground. He walked a circle around it, and Egbert saw his ass. Shifting, he did his best not to let the others around him realize the size of the erection he currently had. It was only getting worse the more Dave moved. Then Dave dropped the sword all together, and grabbed the pole.
Egbert let out a choked sound as Dave pulled himself more than halfway up, legs spreading out to either side as he slid himself down a few inches. Again Egbert couldn’t help but stare at his crotch, then one leg closed around the pole and Dave was doing a slow spin. From there, Egbert was lost, watching the way the young man spun in circles, split his legs, leaned back with only his legs locked around the pole. Women were screaming from every side, bills flying the faster Dave went. The music built the more he moved until it all suddenly just stopped. And so did Dave as he held himself up with only his arms, his back parallel to the floor, and his legs done in a perfect split right towards Dad. The smallest amount of sound came back over the speakers as the women roared and Dave lowered himself down slowly, legs still split, until he was on the floor, body stretched long. In that moment he was looking right at him, shades slipped just the smallest way down his nose, and he caught the site of red.
If Egbert had been less of a man, he would have cum from that look alone.
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John had barely paid any attention to Dave as he danced, he was a little too preoccupied with Bro. True he wasn’t moving much, but the way his hands flew over the controls was amazing. His beats were an ever growing pulse, changing John’s heart rhythm. He couldn’t really breathe as he listened, as he watched past the pale red blur that was Dave.
Then the screaming overtook the music and he realized Dave had stopped. That Bro was moving, and oh fuck what was he wearing? His lower body was clad in some sort of tights, white and satin looking. On both thighs were some most likely handcrafted pink things that reminded John of pantaloons, and then there were the boots. They started mid calf, soft pink boots that were similar to what Dave wore. On his upper body was the vest, fingerless gloves that went up his arms, and that crown. He wore belts also, mixtures of pink and white, and on his hip was a sword. Bro was built different than Dave. He had something like a swimmers body, thick shoulders and a thin waist while Dave was one, long, continuous line of muscle. Slim like a runner.
John much prefered the way Bro was built. The way it looked like he could wrap his entire body up with just one hug, how his hip bones looked like they were cut from stone. Everything about the Striders were sharp, and as they passed each other on the catwalk John had to swallow. The family resemblance was striking, but so were the differences, and as John picked out every one that made the older strider the one that made his cock twitch he realized why Dave didn’t. Bro was every inch muscle, not buff, but cut, and while Dave was too he was also mostly wire. They were so similar, and so different, even with the same hair on their heads. It was about that moment that John realized that the rest of the hair on Bro’s body was missing, all but the hair that slid below his navel and into that soft looking satin.
As Bro made it to the front of the stage Dave made it to the turntables, and his music started. John knew the difference between Bro’s heartbeat bass and Dave’s ebbing tide. That didn’t mean it was any less than his brothers, and when Bro went and started to pull off the gloves the music worked perfectly. His movements were slow. A tease as more skin was shown and a glove went flying. John caught it on instinct, the other disappeared into the crowd. Then he was drawing the sword. John almost lost it when Bro lick a long line down the metal. With quick, defined movements he cut away the things on his thighs, and John realized the brothers were using real swords. Bro didn’t stop there, cutting the leggings from him body to reveal a matching thong beneath, a heart in lighter pink on the front. The women were going insane. John thought he would explode.
It was worse when Bro got on the pole, even if his time on it was much shorter. His moves were quicker, more deliberate than Daves, drawn out at the right moments to pull the onlookers breaths away. Dave had circled the pole, Bro damn near demolished it. It wasn’t pole tricks, but more gymnastics. The only reason it was sexy was because it was Bro, and from the sounds of the women around him John knew that was the case. Not to say it wasn’t sexly when he had one toe pointed to the floor, one to the ceiling and split perfectly with his hands on either side of his crotch. Then he slid seamlessly to his feet, took a little bow, and kept his eyes facing John the entire time. John didn’t know why he pointed slightly at himself while the room went wild and bills flew to the stage, but the smirk told him he was right. Bro was smiling at him.
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As the room quieted down and Dave and Bro went about collecting their money, ass slaps and clothing snags included, the two would continuously look at the two Egberts. John was sitting there with an empty drink and pale face thanks to the overabundance of blood in his nether regions, and Dad would have smoked at least half a pound of tobacco by now if he had been allowed to bring his pipe. When the two Striders disappeared off the stage, one of the few women serves approached John.
“You John Egbert?” She asked, sounding bored and tired. John could only nod as his father sat quietly behind him. “Dave says happy graduation and to come on back.” She then turned, walking back towards a door with a large bouncer before it. It took John a moment to realize he was supposed to follow, and when he went his father went with him. The bouncer said nothing as he stood aside, the woman taking them into the back room behind the stage where both Egberts just about lost it. The brothers were sword fighting, actually sword fighting, with smirks on their mouths and feet moving like neither had ever seen before. Dave was flashes of metal, and Bro was just so much skin.
As soon as the woman had left and they were alone the fighting stopped abruptly, Dave tossing his sword to his brother while going to embrace John. John hugged back slightly, eyes doing their best to tear themselves away from Bro.
“Happy graduation.” Dave said before pulling back and raising an eyebrow over his shades. “Mr. Egbert, didn’t know you would be joining us.”
“Neither did I,” he replied and held out a hand. Dave took it and then pulled Egbert in for a hug. Egbert almost stopped breathing as he felt metal against his thigh, felt himself press into Dave’s Stomach. He swallowed hard when Dave pulled back, and that smirk made him harder. Dave knew what he was doing to him. “Glad you could come too.”
Bro slid in behind his brother, neither touching though both had matching slate smirks. There was nothing that told the Egberts anything, and it didn’t help their arousals.
“Where are you both staying this evening?” Egbert suddenly asked.
“Motel 6 on roof road,” Bro replied without hesitation.
“I would think not,” His tongue darted out to lick his lips. “If I remember correctly that is one of the most roach infested hotels in town. You’ve both come so far for John’s graduation, I believe it only right you spend the night with us.” Egbert swallowed as he realized he had meant to say ‘stay’.
“That’s very nice of you Mr.Egbert. You sure you have enough room to put us both up?” Bro asked, but Egbert couldn’t tell if he was actually looking at him.
“We should be able to make it work.”
“Yeah, we can always double bunk," John chimed in. Both Egberts went bright red, glanced at each other then the Striders.
“Well then, we'll meet you back in your place in an hour,” Dave said with a nod. “And Mr. Egbert, any way I could get some of that baking of yours? Last I remembered it was orgasmic.” Then they were waving slightly, turning and walking out of the room.
“See ya soon, John,” Bro called over his shoulder.
“Wait, do you want...” John trailed off as he held out the glove he had been clutching.
“Give it back to me at your place," Bro said with a smirk just inside the door, then it swung shut and they were both gone. Both Egberts stood stock still as the door to the back rooms closed, the number on stage ending.
“Son,” Egbert said softly as he began moving, steering John out as the music lulled and the announcer started the next introduction.
“Yeah Dad?”
“Lets put Dave in the guest room and his brother on the couch.” The suggestion made no sense, seeing as Dave would fit better on the couch and Bro in the bed, but John didn’t even think about that.
“Yeah, sounds good.” He said instead, following his father out. They waved a short goodbye to Egbert's now thoroughly drunk workmates, got in Egbert’s car, and drove home. Both knew they wouldn’t be sleeping alone that night, and neither could care if the other one knew it. Egbert said nothing when John held the glove clutched to his chest, and John said nothing when his father shifted at the next stop light. They were planning, and while Egbert wondered how much butter they had, John wondered if his silk boxers were clean.