Date: Sun, 15 Jan 2012 06:36:40 +0000
From: calamity123@fido.blackberry.com
Subject: Gloryhole Son 1

I am the author of the most recently published Dad Fishing With Son and am
sending this first part in a trilogy entitled Gloryhole Son of father/son
erotica for your consideration. For any other info please feel free to
contact me at any time. My name is Rob.



Thank you for your continued support. This is a tale of father-son incest
between adults. If this is not of interest please find another story.
Though my own incest experiences were not traumatic sexuality between adult
and child is not advocated. Fantasy is legal, the rest will get you to the
reality of jail.

I love to hear from my readers and can be reached at:
Calamity123@fido.blackberry.com
My name is Rob.

Also: this situation was suggested by the same fan who commissioned Jay and
Robbie. Both the 18 year old Robbie and his dad Jay are hairy. Sorry, no
young smooth ones in this story. This is part 1 of a trilogy.

To all my readers who have donated funds to nifty to keep this free site
active many, many thanks. Enjoy.

Gloryhole Son Part 1

Robbie sat in the stall. Waiting. Absent-mindedly he pulled at the light
hairs in the middle of his chest. The 18 year old knew there would probably
be no action on the actual holiday of the long weekend but he'd gotten so
horned up watching his dad parade around in his briefs all morning he
wanted more than a quick jerk-off in the bathroom. So here he
sat. Waiting. On the toilet with his pants around his ankles with one hand
toying with his burdgeoning chest hair and the other rubbing his plump
hairy nuts.
    Just as Robbie was giving up the door to the mens room wheezed
open. His heart stopped as his hearing became acute. Footsteps. Then the
faucet running. Splashing in the sink. Water trickling to a stop. Hand
towels being ripped from the dispenser. Rustling. The metallic clinks of
the paper receptacle. Footsteps. Then silence. A pause. Footsteps
nearing. Robbie's heart pounded. The stall door next to his complained as
it was pushed open then slammed and bolted. The clank of a belt and the
rustling of clothes.
    Robbie leaned to his left peering into the gloryhole. (Pay dirt!)
Hairy bush, fat balls and a beauty of an uncut cock. Large masculine
working-class hands skinned the lengthening pole. (Nice!)  What's was it:
six? No, a good seven inches or so. Wedding ring on the finger. (Sweet!)
    Robbie slid to his kness as his mouth opened at the hole letting his
tongue slide out over his lower lip. He waited. Tensed. (Please, please.)
    The cock bounced once on his tongue. (Oh, yeah, tease me.) Then the
underside of the tip was settled onto his anxious muscle. His tongue curled
upward embracing the warm fatness of the cock. Then the prick slapped a few
times over his tongue. The mens room echoed with the wet slaps.
    "Suck!"
    The voice was deep and stern as it resonated. (I'm so ready. Give it to
me.) The cock slid forward as his mouth became a vacuum. It rested without
movement. He sucked hard his tongue feeling and coaxing the underside of
the shaft. Feeling every bump. Every ridge. Veins pulsing in anticipation.
    The exquisite pause. Sucking without movement. His mouth filling with
saliva and the taste of man.
    Then the engine started. Slowly. The cock began a slower tinier back
and forth movement. Robbie moved his head slightly up and down. Slow
suck. Cock throbbing in his mouth his own fist wrapped about his smaller
thinner cut cock. (Yeah. Fuck my mouth, daddy.)
    The cock gathered momentum. Keeping his head still, lips pushed through
the hole the man-meat began its mouth-fuck. Harder. Very rythmic. (Oh, your
lucky wife!) Steady. With every fuck just that much further in. That much
more. (Come on, daddy. Hit the back of my throat.) Fucking deeper. Sucking
more. A mouthful of man.
    "Yeah! Suck it faggot!"
    The voice was low, quiet, breathless.
    Robbie was a good cocksucker. But words of passion always enflamed
him. He sucked harder. The cock pistoned. In and out. The knob on every
inward thrust scraped the room of his mouth.  Then scraped back as it
pulled out. Fucking his mouth. Harder. Faster. Momentum.
    Groans and "oh, fuck, oh, fuck" over and
over. Deep. Masculine. Enraptured.
    Robbie braced himself. It was on its way. The cock now raced to the
finish line. Fucking harder. Faster. Hips pounding the metal wall. More
cock. Sucking hard. Wet. Slopping. Slurping. Beautiful cock in a hungry
teen mouth.
    The moan must have started in his balls. It grew stronger. More hoarse.
    Robbie sucked. His body tense. (Give me, give me.) Sucking wet hard
slick cock. Sucking. Needing. Pleading the prick to let
go. Begging. Sucking. Sucking.
    Explosion!
    The voice groaned the release. The gobs shot in balls of thick man
cream hitting the back of his throat. Swallowing. Glorious cum. Shot after
shot. Cock pulsing. Knob flared plump. Waves of cum. Sweet thick juice. And
sucking hard. (More. All of it. Cum!)
    As the shots end one last lingering suck as the cock is withdrawn with
a gentle plop. Then a sigh as the clothes rustle, snaps are made, the belt
tinkles. All fast. Quick. The door unlatches.
    Then silence. A pause.

    (Man, that kid can really suck cock. Maybe I should return the favour.)
Jay relatched the door. The 37 year old bear placed three fingers through
the hole bending several times in quick succession. Come here, they told,
your turn. He lowered himself to his knees sliding his fat tongue through
the hole. The tongue curled up as he pulled the tongue back
    (Come on, stud. Show me the goods.). A short thickish cock tentatively
poked through the gloryhole. Nice pink flared knob, pronounced v just
begging to be licked. Jay let his fingers tickle the length of the
shaft. Fingers at the base tracing lightly up the smoothness to run over
the silky wet knob. (Oh, yeah. Pre-cream for daddy. Yum!)
    Holding the base of the shaft between thumb and forefinger his tongue
robbed the knob of its boy coating. (Mmm, tasty lad. Very nice.) He noisily
sucked the knob harshly the popped it out of his mouth. Opening his mouth
as his head moved perpendicular to the floor, he sucked on the underside of
the small shaft. Up and down his tongue pressed into the spongy middle as
his lips sucked lightly. Up and down. Up and down. Then over the top
sucking the entire shaft into his mouth. All the way down the teen cock
secured by his rolling tongue and sucking mouth.
    Jay sucked the beautiful prick. He loved its youthful rigidity. Its
pride. He sucked hard. His tongue painting the boys prick with
saliva. Sucking. Wanting. Sucking harder. Thumb and forefinger
squeezing. Mouth wet. Heart pounding. Sucking. Sucking.
    Then the cock started to fuck. (Atta boy. Fuck my mouth.) Short,
pointed jabs in the sucking vortex. Even the balls swung through the lower
teardrop shaped hole. They bounced heartily off Jays dark beard. He started
to bob with a decided upward curve designed to enage the scrotum.
    The lad was panting. (Getting ready, boy? Did sucking my fat prick
bring you to the edge?) He gazed up to see fingers curled over the top of
the wall. (Atta boy. Daddys gonna suck you dry!). It must have been the
boys elbows banging on the walls. The room echoed with it. The prick fucked
awkwardly but Jay controlled it, guiding it along with his expertise. A
mans technique. True experience.
    The groans were almost gutteral screams, muffled by the time and
place. Jay sucked hard moving his face in stilling his head. A study in
placidity. But inside his mouth the cock was being slapped and stroked by
the magnificent tongue and the sleeve of sunken warm wet cheeks.
   A grunt. Then another.
   Sweet spunk! The missiles of cum shot in short thin strands into his
mouth. His throat closed as it filled with the thin cream. (This boy jacks
a lot. Should stave off a few days and really blow a thick
wad. Still. Tastey. Not bad at all.)
    The cock actually spasmed as it pulled out quickly. (Too intense, boy?)
Jay stood. Then with his hand on the latch stopped. Swallowed. (Very nice!)
Sucked in air through pursed lips enjoying the vintage.
    Unlatching the door he started to head for the exit. Then stopped.
Turned. With a wicked smile he waited. He knew whoever it was they'd be
impressed. Jay was tall, brown haired, blue eyed, bearded and hot. Women
turned around when he passed by. Hell, so did lots of men. And right now he
wanted to see the look of surprise on the face of that lucky cocksucking
expert.
    The final bell of a belt being looped made Jay strike his most charming
stance. He couldn't wait to see the look of surprise. Jay started to grin
in spite of himself as the door moaned open.
    Their eyes met.
    "Dad?!"


Part 2 is next