Date: Sun, 3 Jan 2010 20:32:38 -0600
From: Bill
Subject: What I Found Out About My Father

It is now 2010, and I have been fixated on this incident since the late
1980's, when I was a teenage t-room cruiser.

It didn't strike me then as it does now. I was really (still am) turned on
by going to t-rooms and getting it on with one or more people watching. I
am having to stop writing and rub my dick now, which is straining against
my blue jeans.

What really turns me on is, well, the sex of course, but I had this thing
for people watching it happen. This is still true.

I got my first blowjob in a bus station men's room in my home town of
Miami, FL at the age of 15. It was a turning point in my life. I had seen
the glory holes drilled through the partition between stalls, and was
excited both by looking through the glory hole and being seen through it by
anonymous hunks, almost 100% old enough to be my father. But I didn't draw
the connection...I really wanted to get in on with my dad, or if that
couldn't happen, I wanted to watch him get sucked off by younger men. And I
especially wanted him to be one of the anonymous lookers who watched my get
a blowjob from these older men.

Lots of people that I knew, more or less (my next door neighbor, who was a
cop; my 9th grade gym coach, you name it. They didn't all engage in sex by
any means, but I was surprised by how many of them seemed to take a leak,
wash their hands, and stand in front of the urinals for who-can-imagine
what reason.


My father was straight, so I thought. Once I had seen a man in the airport
make an overt pass at him, pointing to the men's room. My father, who
assumed no one was watching. We were waiting for a plane. Suddenly Dad
disappeared into the men's room, following the guy in. Less than10 minutes
later, he came out, straightening his tie, with a poker face.

I knew, or guessed at what happened because I had just started to get into
that very thing o few months before.


Once I was in a department store, skipping all the shopping and going right
to the t-room. No one saw me enter, I thought. Good. I wouldn't be found
out. I was paranoid as shit that my dad, who worked across the avenue from
the mall, would discover; at the same time the image of him in the t-room
was vivid in my mind. I excited me, and still does.

The restroom was pretty big, with about six stalls in a row and about seven
cubicles. Often, men would look through the door or get up close to the
door and peer through the crack. "Stand up," many of them whispered.
Sometimes I got the nerve to, only to have the door pushed in and find a
dad-aged man stroking my boner, which may of them did just before sucking
me off. Sometimes I sucked a man's dick but I felt inexperienced. They came
in my mouth anyway, though, and I usually swallowed as fast as I could,
because that's what some of these guys did to me, and I liked it an awful
lot.

There were three men at the stalls, seeming to hang around longer than
strictly necessary.

I could look under the partitions and see tow other sets of legs of guys
who didn't seem to be doing anything. The code there was silence.

In walked a man in a shirt and tie (the weather was too warm for coats or
blazers) and positioned himself in front of the stall I was sitting. He
looked around, then did something I found really sexy. He let his pants and
underwear fall to around his ankles. I could clearly see his butt. He had
auburn hair similar to mine, but darker. (Back then, I still had red hair).

I was jerking my meat watching this guy show off his ass. Then he did
something I wasn't ready for.

He turned around and looked into the stall I was in, and walked over and
tapped on the door.

I opened it up and my boner was so hard it was almost painful. My pants,
too, were around my ankles. The man was very handsome, and I didn't
understand why he turned me on so much. Meanwhile, the door opened (we
could tell by sound, the wash basins were in an adjacent room with one
connecting corridor. I quickly closed my door and pretended nothing was
going on.

Someone sat in the stall next to mine, and tore off the little piece of
toilet paper the the previous occupant had left. My buddy who had shown off
his ass now did the same thing again. I opened my door. The man invited me
to come out by the urinals. I was so horny I would have done anything.

It was fairly crowded that day, with three other men there at the urinals
and three in the stalls. The man showed my his boner and I grabbed it and
fondled him squeezed his balls and rubbed my hand around his smooth ass.
The other men were looking with extreme interest. This turned me on even
more. I couldn't see who was in the stalls. I could see the framework of
the partitions shake as men stood up, cracked their door slightly open or
looked under the door at the developing situation.

The my-father-aged man who was turning me on so much pushed on my
shoulders, indicating he wanted me to suck him. I knelt down in that men's
room and went to town on this man's thick, but not overly long, cock. I was
tickling his balls with one hand and pushing against his but with my other
one, encouraging the thrusts he was making.

He came hard and fast. I tired to swallow as quickly as I could but I
couldn't keep up with him. Cum flowed out of my mouth, staining my t-shirt.

"Whew! You are a hot one, son," he said in a soft voice. Then he pulled his
pants up. Went to wash his hands, winking at me before doing so. That wink
always will stay with me.

I retreated to the stall I had been in. The approximately 6 other guys
seemed to be checking me out as much as they could. I looked to my left at
the glory hole I had torn off the paper to, and saw that he was stroking
his dick quickly. Before long the man shot into the air, letting his spurts
of cum shoot out and fall to the floor. I looked closer and realized that
it was my father. I froze momentarily. He had been there watching me suck
off a handsome man his age.

Another man who had been at a urinal tapped my door. This guy was a bear,
hair all over, including his back and his ass, I found out.

He wanted to suck my dick and I sure as hell needed it, despite the fact
that I had no doubt the man in the next stall was my father. So I opened my
door and, after feeling his hairy body, and his squeezing my dick, he knelt
down where the door couldn't close. I think I am close to right in thinking
that all eyes in that men's room were checking out me getting sucked by
this bear-type guy.

The bear-guy gave no quarter. He was determined to make me cum and sucked
really fast, expertly, till I came so hard I had to put my arms on his back
while me kept sucking and liking my dick to squeeze out all the cum. He
said "thanks, you young stud." And left to wash his hands. I looked to the
glory hole and saw my fathers blue eyes and red mustache. Since I Since I
figured he might not realize I knew he was there, I did one of the sleazier
things in my life, age 15. I fingered the hole and faced him first so I
could see my shiny wet but still hard, dick. Then I turned around and
leaned over. I felt a finger tentatively touch my ass. My Dad's!

That was so much of a turn on that I moaned out loud, breaking the code of
silence.

Then the worst happened. A security guard walk in and, taking into his
walkie-talkie said something about "three floor bathroom". (The men's room
was on the third floor.) Then he cussed and repeated what he said. The
bathroom was quickly empty. I stayed and let my Dad leave so I wouldn't
embarrass him. Ohhh, that experience.

But that was before. There was another occasion, which I will recount
later. But that memory still turns me on I have to come now. Better turn on
my webcam (http://billdad.webcamplanet.com) let loose.

Thanks for letting me share that.


Bill "Dad" Sinister