Date: Mon, 3 Mar 2014 16:29:23 -0800 (PST) From: Danny Boi Subject: First Gloryhole This story is a fantasy, involving a boy, his dad, and another guy. If it is illegal where you are to read this, or you are easily offended, hit the back button on your web browser until you've reached your home page, and then step away from the computer. No animals were harmed during the writing of this story. This story is not a contraceptive and will not prevent the spread of STDs. If an erection develops that lasts longer than 4 hours, please let me know. This is my first attempt at writing; I hope you guys like it. Feel free to email me if you do. Dear Mack, Thanks for the reply. Sounds like you had a great time. Wish I'd been there. Your first gloryhole experience should be memorable; to do it with your dad (or to have a father and son team on the other side) should be pretty memorable, but more so if your dear daddy is there with you. I remember my first time. I was about 10-11 years old - there was a fairly large park my dad had taken me to - I mean BIG, the kind you need a car to get from one end to the other. A family of 500 could have a reunion at one location, and people elsewhere wouldn't even know it. I had been to this park, but not where my father took me - the greenways (trails) that apparently encircled and crisscrossed the park. Some were fairly open, and were well used, while others veered off into the more densley planted areas. This is where we headed. I remember passing a few men, only men, but at the time didn't think too much about it. I did notice a few of the men; by then I had already developed a desire to see what was in their pants, and had had more than one crush on this or that man in the neighborhood (always young, handsome and masculine men - no boys or teens). I'm sure I complained or whined about being there...what kid wants to walk on a boring trail in the woods? But it would have been useless, as I was accustomed to be dragged around by either parent as they did this or that. I don't know what was worse - being bored out of my mind as my dad dragged me with him as he went tool shopping, or having to wait in the car while he went into the hardware store, looked at cars, or went into the building with a neon "XXX" on it. So, I was used to be dragged around and thinking nothing of it. At least we were outside in the woods were I might see "lions, and tigers, and bears oh my!" HAHA. I remember some of the guys we encountered said hello to my dad, some even using his name, so he must have been here before and knew them. One young man (today I would describe him as a college kid) he chatted with briefly, but I don't know what about - grown-up talk was boring. I do remember I could make ou the outline of his cock in his shorts (no underwear?) and couldn't help stare. Shortly, the young man jogged off ahead of us and disappeared from sight, and my dad was left trodding along with his silly son. Fast forward (your getting bored, aren't ya?)...meeting more men.....ooooh, look at the butterfly......daddy, my feet are tired.....more men. At one point the college guy reappeard, joggin toward us. I couldn't help staring at his crotch as he got closer. He wasn't overly endowed (that I could see), but he was what you would call cute, and he was wearing skimpy jogging shorts that were somewhat revealing, so that cought my attention. Anyway, the guy saw us and slowed down. And then my dad just stopped, and since I was holding his hand so did I. The guy got closer and closer until he passed us, he and my dad maintaining eye contact. After he passed us, my dad asked "ready to go back" kinda loud, and then turned and started walking back with me in tow before I could even answer. Mr. collegeguy was now ahead of us; occasionally he would turn his head, as if to see if we were still behind him, and if he got too far ahead where we couldn't see him due to some bend in the trail, he seemed to wait until we were in sight before proceeding. At one point he stopped, looked back out us for a bit, then appeared to step off the trail into the woods. A few minutes later we reached the point where he disappeared, and there was a narrow path gowing into the dense growth. My dad waited a minute, looking all around, as if he was unsure, befoe proceeding down the path, dragging me with him. The path was pretty overgrown and just wide enough for a single person, so I traipsed along behind my daddy. Obviously the park crew were asleep on the job as this trail was so overgrown it was almost non existent. I mean, a person could get lost in there. In fact, I wondered if we weren't lost, and where were we going. My father just shushed me and we proceeded about 5-10 minutes before we came out at the end, next to one of those rectangular concrete block buildings you see in parks. I hadn't seen this one before, so it must have been in a remote part of the park I hadn't been in. Didn't look like too many other people had been here either; it had that almost abandoned feel to it, being next to a somewhat overgrown gravel parking lot with a gravel drive connecting it to a park road, all surrounded by woods. Kinda quiet. Looking around, daddy quickly steered me into the building, which turned out to be a public toilet. It had that old smell to it - not the oh-my-god-this-toilet-is-disguting kind of smell, but the kind you find in old, damp concrete buildings. And it must have been old, as it still had wood partitions, in various conditions, a few without doors even. Don't know how many stalls, probably 6 to 8, but in my memory must have been 100, as my dad steered me to the second to the last (door was closed on the last one). "But I don't have to go to.." "Sssshhhh, son, come on" and ushered me into the stall and closed the door. I just stood there staring at him (I hope he isn't gonna make me stay in here while HE goes to the bathroom). Daddy kneeled down so he was eye level to me, and said almost in a whisper "Did you like the man on the trail?" "Which one?" "The jogger, silly." Nod "Look" and he turned my head toward the last stall. There in front of me was a somewhat large hole in the partition. What was that for. "Look" my dad whispered in my ear, and pushed me toward it. Peking through the hole in the partition I could see the college guy, as I recognized the shorts. What I didn't recognize was his hard cock sticking out of his shorts (they were actually pulled down to below his balls) as he stood there facing the toilet, hands on his hips. I turned to my daddy insurprise and he was just grinnning. He took my place at the hole and peeked through. Then he pulled his head back, and while watching me he put two fingered into the hole and gently moved them sideways, like he was carressing the bottom rim of the hole. Mr. Gloryholejunky you will never guess what happened next. The man stuck his hard cock in the hole til it was sticking into our stall. It was about 6 inches of hard cock, sticking up about 45 degrees, head flaring. Have you ever heard of such a thing? Then my daddy, keeping his head sideways so he could keep eye contact with me (and I could see him) moved up and extended his tongue til it was a pink, wet arrow and began gently licking the cock head in a teasing manner, then licking more, and moving onto the shaft, back up to the head, the whole time watching me. I wish I could tell you my reaction, but my memory is limited to what I saw and felt. Daddy raised his head up and capped the cock head with his lips, then grabbing the shaft and gently jacking it as he sucked the head. Presently, he stopped looking at me, closing his eyes (in extasy?) and turned so he could suck the cock into his mouth, and began to bob his head up and down on the cock. I moved to the side where I could see him (damn toilet, why did it have to be in the way. why can't architects design these things so two people can fit in the stalls comfortable?). I watched my dad suck that cock, it was awsome Mr. GHJ. Soon he came off it, holding the shaft with his hand so it was pointing straight out. "C'mon" he said and tugged me til I was infront of the cock, then gently pushed the back of my head toward the cock head in front of me. I opened my mouth and then it was in me, the cockhead filling my young mouth. "Mmmmmm, yeah. Suck it like I tought you" my daddy whispered as he continued to jack the shaft. "Take some more" as he pressed the back of my head I went to far and almost gagged, bu backed up and continued to suck the head and about an inch of shaft. I heard my daddy rustling with his pants, then he grabbed my hand and placed it on his hard cock; of course I couldn't see it with my attention on the dick in my mouth, but I knew what his cock felt like in my hands. Leaning into my ear he licked around the edge with the tip of his tonge and whispered to me "suck that cock, Danny. show daddy what a good boy you are. Oh daddy likes watching you suck cock......mmmmm you like that cock in your mouth, dontchya boy?" I could only moan a response as my mouth was filled with yummy cock. Daddy trailed his tongues tip from my ear around to my mouth, crowding his head in so he could tease the shaft as I slurped on the head. "Let me have some" I pulled off the cock and my dad moved in place and started sucking the man's cock in earnest, the whole time jacking his own cock. I kneeled there and watched my handsome father slurping on another man's dick poking through a hole. He started moaning - the man on the other side of the plywood, too. Finally daddy went down on teh cock and let out a long whimpery moan, muffled by the cock in his mouth. The guy must have been coming in his mouth. He started bobbing fast again before coming off the wet cock which withdrew through the hole. Jacking his cock with one hand, my daddy put the other behind my hed and pulled me to him and gave me a kiss, his cummy tongue fucking my mouth. he himself came then too, shooting all over the partition and floor, but I didn't see it as I was in a surprise lip lock with him. Letting up, I heard the other guy make a quick exit and daddy quickly got up and pulled me up to. After putting his cock away and straightening out himself, he checked me out, brushing off my knees as best he could. He then grabbed my hand and rushed me out of the building (gee, why was everyone so eager to leave so quickly). Well, that was MY first gloryhole experience. I'll let you be the judge if it even comes (cums?) close to your's. Hope to hear from you again soon. Danny Boi