Date: Wed, 21 Jul 1999 23:10:40 PDT From: silent killer Subject: Manipulating Dad.txt Manipulating Dad (MM, inc, cons, gloryhole) by kyoushuman@hotmail.com Number two in a series of gloryhole stories. Ever since I was kid, I wondered what it would be like to suck my dad's dick. It all went back to a shared shower when I was about ten. My dad and I were standing in a hotel shower together trying to wash off before bed. Dad got hard and so did I. I reached out to feel his cock and he smiled for a moment before gently moving my hand away. I had already fooled around with some of my friends so I knew that I liked cock, but until now I had never fooled around with a grown man's penis. In retrospect, I know that Dad's cock wasn't massive or anything, but at the time it seemed huge in comparison to my little two-inch thingie. His was at least six inches long, about five inches around (I could barely get my hand around it), and about an inch and a half wide at the widest part. He had a lot of dark pubic hair and heavy nuts which hung neatly beneath his cock. That night as we lay in the hotel bed together, I reached to play with Dad's cock again. This time he let me do it for a little longer, maybe ten or twelve seconds, before he firmly moved my hand away and told me that little boys absolutely do NOT do that with their fathers. I was crushed with disappointment but I never tried anything with him again after that. I did continue to play with my friends though. Usually it would just be one kid and me alone somewhere, maybe in a backyard fort or in someone's bedroom or basement. We'd play with each other, rub our cocks together, and suck each other. When I was 13 I met two brothers who knew a whole lot more about sex than I did, especially gay sex. One of them was 14 and the other was 12. They had oral and anal sex every night because they shared a bedroom. When I spent the night with the older one (Jeff), the younger one (Steven) was supposed to sleep on the couch, but instead he would come into the bedroom and fool around with both me and Jeff. We would all look at porn that we had stolen and then we'd take our cocks out and start sucking. Jeff would fuck Steven or me and I would fuck Jeff or Steven. Steven's penis was too small to fuck us with so we just sucked him a lot. Anyway, after meeting those two I knew as much about gay sex as I thought I ever would. Towards the end of high school Jeff stopped hanging out with me, so I started looking around for other guys to fuck and suck. It was then that I discovered that not everybody is into fooling around with members of their own sex. The rumors ran around school and I was pretty miserable, even though I had some good friends who helped me cope. I was even able to come out to my Dad and he took it pretty well. But when I graduated from high school, I picked a college far away where nobody knew me. At college I could reinvent myself as a gay man. I had a lot of sex during my freshman year because there was a pretty good gay scene at that school, with an singles group, dances, and everything. Of course that was part of the reason I picked it. While at college I discovered several new things. One was that I liked girls too. I was out drinking with a friend of mine who was a bi woman and she basically said, "Let's go back to my place and fool around," so we did and I really liked it. But I still liked guys better. Something else that I discovered was that I had a talent for graphic design, art, and photography. It became my major and I threw myself into the work. The other thing I discovered was porno shop gloryholes. Occasionally me and my friends would go into town to one of the porno shops, look at the videos and toys, and go into different booths and watch the porn. We all jacked off to the porn too but we didn't discuss that too much. We mostly kidded each other about it. I really enjoyed watching the videos and jacking off in the private booth, so I kept going back to the porno shop without my friends. I even had a favorite booth -- back in the corner away from all the others. One night I went down there and found that my favorite booth was occupied. I stood around for a minute waiting, but I got nervous and decided to take another booth. So I went down the row to a booth at the other end and shut the door. I was already sitting there jacking off and watching a good porn when I noticed a flash of light on the wall. Oh shit, there's a huge hole in the wall, I thought. The light was from another customer going in the booth next door. For a few minutes nothing happened, and then the other guy stuck his cock in through the hole. It was a beautiful cock, too -- smooth, with a nice rounded head and no hair on the shaft. I knew what to do. I got down on my knees and sucked that strange cock. It was wonderful. I could feel the guy thrusting against the wall and I could hear him moaning a bit. When he shot his cum on my tongue, I shot my own wad all over the wall and my pants. But I didn't care. As soon as he was completely drained he pulled his cock back through the hole and exited the booth. Sometime during this encounter, my video machine had run out of money. I fed five dollars into it and waited. Soon another person entered the booth next to me and stuck hisprisons.txtdaddick.txtDesktop Folder I was back just about every night after that, though. I took two dollars' worth of quarters every night, but usually I just needed a dollar's worth before I got some cum in my mouth. When I would get a lot of money at once, I'd take ten or twenty dollars' worth of quarters and stay in there for hours, sucking lots of cock and drinking lots of cum. I had gotten to the point where I was getting choosy about whose cock I would suck. I'd peek through the gloryhole as the other guy walked into his booth, and if he was too old, or too sleazy looking, or if there was something else I didn't like about him, I wouldn't suck him. I'd just let him poke his cock through the hole and I'd sit there and wait. Eventually he'd pull it back and leave the booth. So one time I was peering through the narrow little gloryhole, waiting for my next "customer," when a man who looked just like my Dad stepped into the next booth and put some quarters in the slot. It wasn't my Dad, but it looked so much like him that I had to stare for a few minutes. The guy glanced down at the gloryhole, pulled his cock out and stroked it for a few minutes. When it was good and hard, he turned and pushed it through the hole. My mouth was waiting. I sucked that cock more lovingly and passionately than any other. I was deep in a fantasy about sucking my own father's cock. Finally the guy came, pulled his cock back through the hole and left. I sat back, pulled out my cock, closed my eyes and jacked off furiously, replaying the scene in my head, except with my Dad. While walking home I thought about my Dad. Did he ever go to porno shops and watch movies in the booths? Did he ever get sucked off by a horny gay guy through a gloryhole? The very thought got me hard again, and as soon as I was safe in my room I got undressed and jacked off to another orgasm. I started scheming. I had to figure out a way to get my Dad in one of those places. I knew that straight guys went in all the time to get sucked off. Could I get my Dad to do it? I came up with a plan. I spent the rest of the semester working on my plan and by the time summer vacation rolled around I was ready to implement it. When I came home, Dad was very glad to see me. We spent the first couple days catching up and hanging out, then he gave me a little space to go see my old friends. During that time I went around and checked out the adult bookstore scene in my hometown. I didn't even know it existed before, but now I was pleasantly surprised. We had four shops, all with video booths, all with varying amounts of action. There was one downtown that had the heaviest cruising, where you had to almost wait in line to get a booth alone. The only problem was that there were no locks on the doors, so anybody could just stroll inside your booth while you were busy sucking somebody off. A lot of people didn't mind, but I did. There was a really nice one way out in the middle of nowhere. I'd see straight couples (and a few lesbians) in there buying toys or renting videos or even going in the booths. It was a forty-five minute drive from my Dad's house, though, so I only went there a couple of times. The third one was the best. It was close to a college campus and had total privacy (and locking doors) in the booths, and every booth had a gloryhole. That was the best place to suck some young cock, so it was the one I attended the most that summer. The fourth one was going to be the one where I'd get my Dad to go. It was closest to his house and pretty respectable without being too well-lit or snooty. There were only ten booths but only one gloryhole, which was between the last two on the end. It was dead in there most nights because the action, such as it was, happened mainly during the day. It was called the Blue Palace. I decided to put my plan into action. For the last month at school I'd been working on a fake advertising flyer for a generic adult video store. The flyer promised "Private Video Booths!" and "Friendly, Discreet Staff!" When I had some time alone, I put the Blue Palace's address information in the flyer and stuck it in an envelope. Then I typed my Dad's name and address on a mailing label and put that on the envelope before I dropped it in the mail. Dad would wonder how his name got on their mailing list, but hopefully he'd be provoked to check it out. I happened to be home alone when the envelope arrived a day later. I smiled and put it on top of the mail and the newspaper so Dad would see it when he got home. That night after dinner, he sat at his desk to go through the mail. I watched him surreptitiously from the couch in front of the TV. He slit the envelope open, pulled out the flyer, quickly read it and then threw it away. "God damn it," I swore to myself. I started to feel like this would never work. A couple of days later I was in a cleaning mood so I did some laundry and cleaned the kitchen and bathroom. I emptied all the trash cans, too, and when I got to the one next to Dad's desk I decided to fish the fake flyer out. I dug through the torn envelopes and ripped-up billing statements but I couldn't find the flyer. I ended up dumping the contents of the trash can right there on the carpet and going through it piece by piece. The flyer was gone. Dad had changed his mind. Holy shit, this was going to work! I had no idea when Dad would go to the Blue Palace. He could go before work, during his lunch break, after work, or anytime during the evening. He could say "I'm going to the store" and swing by the Blue Palace for a quick blowjob. He could wait until I went out with friends and then spend all night there. I was going to have to either follow him around all day or wait at the Blue Palace all day. I tried waiting at the Blue Palace on a Thursday. As soon as he left for work, I got up, got dressed and sped over there. His car wasn't in the parking lot outside, so I sighed and walked in. I got twenty dollars' worth of quarters, parked my ass in one of the gloryhole booths, and waited. I sucked a few cocks while my 80 quarters slowly ran out, but none of them belonged to my Dad. Every time the door would open I'd peer through the gloryhole to see if it was him, but I was always disappointed. When I ran out of quarters, I decided to sit in the booth for a while and wait until I got kicked out. I had been sitting for half an hour when someone stuck his hard cock through the hole, and after I'd finished sucking him, I realized that the Blue Palace staff wasn't going to kick me out any time soon. Maybe they'd forgotten I was here. I sat there for several hours but I never saw Dad. Around seven pm I decided to give up and head home. Dad was heating up some leftovers when I walked in the door. "Hey there," he said warmly. "Where you been all day?" "Visiting the temp agencies," I lied. We ate dinner together, making small talk. He said something about a news item he'd read in the paper, something about a gay-basher who had been arrested for assault, so we talked about homophobia for a while. Somehow the conversation got to the frequency of same-sex experiences among straight men. All of a sudden he seemed embarrassed, but he didn't stop talking or listening. He told me that he thought it was normal for boys to fool around, and when I pressed him for details he admitted that he had done some experimentation as a boy. "In fact," he said, "I thought that it was a phase you were going through." I wanted to hear more about his same-sex experiences and less about my alleged teenage phases, so I ignored his comment and asked about who he'd fooled around with. He waved my comment aside, unwilling to go that far in the discussion, so I offered to "sort of change the subject." Dad shrugged. I plunged ahead, nervous as all hell. "Well, I was having this argument with this guy at school. A straight guy. He was saying that straight guys who, you know, receive oral sex from, uh, gay guys ... aren't really straight. And I was telling him that, you know, uh, sure they are. Straight guys get, uh, oral sex from gay guys all the time. And my friend, this girl Ramona, she agreed with me. And I guess that your example, you know, proves it. I mean, not just you, but any straight guy who's ..." My dad was blushing and looking at his feet. I took that to mean that he had gone to the Blue Palace and gotten blown. "Well, nevermind," I said lamely, getting up from the table. "I'm gonna have a shower and hit the hay. Gotta go job hunting again tomorrow." "Good night," Dad said brusquely, also standing up and heading for the living room. The next night Dad said he was going out for a few minutes. I was sitting on the couch watching TV, and when I looked up at him I knew where he was going. He was wearing a hat and a jacket with a high collar -- a disguise. He was going to the Blue Palace to get his cock sucked. I stood up and stretched. "I think I'll go out too," I said. "Might go over and see what's going on at the Varsity." The Varsity was a popular sports bar in the trendy part of town, far away from Dad's neighborhood. "Oh, OK," Dad said, looking a little taken aback. I realized that he didn't want to drive anywhere while I was still around because he didn't want me to see where he was going. I grabbed my keys off the table and said "See ya," then jumped in my car and drove straight to the Blue Palace. I bought ten dollars' worth of quarters, sat in my favorite booth, and waited. It seemed like half an hour later when the booth next door lit up and my Dad walked in. It was definitely him -- same hat, same jacket, same handsome face. And after he had put in his quarters and pulled out his half-hard cock, I knew it was him. His cock was still as beautiful as my childhood memory told me, and when he finally turned and pushed it through the gloryhole, I couldn't help but moan with excitement. I took my father's cock in my hand and stroked it for a few minutes, examining it from every angle. God, it was exactly how I remembered it. I licked the head, then shuddered. I had wanted to do this for years, and now here it was in front of me. Slowly I took it into my mouth. When his soft glans pressed gently against the back of my throat, I inhaled and held it against my tongue for a few seconds, allowing my tongue to taste its flavor and explore its curves. Then I moved my head back so that just the head was between my lips. I pressed my tongue against the little slit, then sucked hard with my lips. I heard a soft groan from the other side of the wall. Oh, yes. I started sucking in total earnest, practically throwing my face against the wall on the downstroke. I wished I could hold his ass in my hands or feel his balls against my chin or reach up and squeeze his nipples. I wished we could be naked in bed together in a 69. I wished he would kneel behind me and fuck my asshole. All too soon my Dad started cumming. I kept his whole shaft in my mouth as I swallowed, my face burning with lust, my mind churning around a single concept: I WAS EATING MY FATHER'S SPERM ... THE VERY SPERM THAT CREATED ME. Oh, God. It was wonderful. Unlike most men who get sucked through gloryholes, my Dad left his limp cock in my mouth for several seconds after he had ejaculated. Then he slowly pulled himself back through the hole, zipped, and exited the booth. I stood up, yanked my cock out of my pants and shot off all over the wall without hardly having to touch myself. Then I slumped down and caught my breath. I had just sucked my father's cock and eaten his cum. I HAD JUST SUCKED MY FATHER'S COCK AND EATEN HIS CUM! As I walked out of the Blue Palace, I smiled to myself and hummed a tune.