Tim gagged as a violent forward thrust of the cock in his mouth caught him unaware. He grabbed the bobbing cock as he pulled his mouth off it. It was slippery with his slobber, and throbbing in passion. Before he could return it to his mouth, it spewed its load of white hot cum right into his face. Tim laughed as he wiped the cum out of his eye and sucked it off his fingers. His delight was shattered when he heard his name yelled. The spent dick hanging out of the glory hole in his closet door withdrew leaving poor Tim sitting on the floor naked; his face dripping with cum as he looked up in surprise at his father standing in the doorway to his bedroom.

Tim had realized at an early age that he was more attracted to his male classmates rather than the girls in school. However, no one was gay in his hometown. He contented himself with masturbating over the images he saved in his mind of his classmates in the gym shower, their flaccid dicks hanging neglected as they walked back and forth. He was always the first to suggest skinny dipping on a hot summer night, and the first undressed in a couple of circle jerks at summer camp.

It wasn't until he was seventeen that he had his first real sexual experience with another man. He missed the last bus back to town from the Mall, and had to hitchhike. He was luck to get a ride quickly with a traveling salesman passing through the area. As they were talking on the ride, the salesman asked Tim if he had been out with some girlfriend. Tim just shrugged, and said there weren't a lot of girls to choose from around here. The driver responded "Well, if the girls aren't that good, I'll have to pick up one of the local boys for hot sex." Tim stared at him not believing what he had heard. The salesman continued "When you're on the road alot like me, you take what you can to have a good time." The salesman asked Tim if he was lucky enough to find a willing partner, where was a good place to take them for some privacy. Tim said he could show him a private spot for future use.

Tim directed him down a side street into a back entrance to the town park. He told him to park behind the concession stand at the far end of the baseball diamond. The salesman did so, and shut off the car. He commended Tim on his excellent choice, and asked him if he brought his dates up here for a little fun. Tim just said "Not until now." The salesman reached over and groped Tim's erection through his pants. Tim opened his legs in invitation, and slumped back against the door. The salesman unzipped Tim and hauled out the young teen's raging hard on. The touch of another man on his dick, and the hopes for what was coming soon, had Tim on the edge of climax. As soon as the salesman leaned over and slide his pursed lips down Tim's rod, the cum was rushing up his dick and into the sucking mouth. The salesman pulled back after Tim was finished, and said "That was kind of fast, but the taste was good." Tim was intrigued by his comment and wondered what cum would taste like. Tim leaned over and reached for the guy's zipper. The salesman beamed at the forwardness of this young man and leaned back. Pulling the guy's dick out, Tim copied the action he had just experienced. He clamped his lips around the cock and gradually slide down until his gag reflex stopped him. He used his lips to mimic jacking off his own dick, up and down. He marveled at the sweaty taste of the meat and the contrast between the silky skin of the head and the veined shaft. When a little pre-cum dribbled into his mouth, he swallowed it. As the guy's dick throbbed and swelled, Tim knew a gush was coming. The warm liquid splashed onto his tongue. He gulped to swallow it as a second load shot out. He just kept sucking and swallowing until the dick in his mouth went flaccid. The salesman thanked him, and started the car. He dropped Tim off in front of his house, and promised to look him up the next time he was in town. Tim never saw him again, but was hooked on sucking cock.

He took to hitch hiking back and forth at night. He didn't get lucky often, but he learned truckers were the best bet for a pickup and cum load. It wasn't long before he lost his cherry in the back of a sleeper cab to some middle aged trucker. Tim figured ass fucking was okay, but sucking dick was his real joy.

As soon as he turned 18, Tim headed for the local adult book store that some truckers had told him about. The clerk at the ABS stopped him on entry for an ID check, and smiled knowingly as he handed the ID back. Tim made a quick trip around the sales floor to check out the merchandise, but his target was the video booth area the trucker had told him about. He purchased some tokens from the clerk and headed down the hallway.

He entered a vacant booth, and looked around. On one side was a TV behind a glass screen. The other side had a low padded bench. He took a seat and dropped some tokens in the slot. He really didn't care what was playing on the screen, his real purpose here was the small hole looking into the adjacent booth. He leaned over and looked. He couldn't see much, but there was definitely someone in there. As he watched, he could see the guy was jerking off his dick. He tried to get the guy's attention by going "Psst, psst." The guy ignored him. The movie finished in the other booth and the guy left. Almost immediately, someone else entered the booth. Tim sat back wondering what went wrong. As he sat there, he noticed a finger wiggling at him through the hole. He leaned down and looked again. The finger retreated, and was replaced by an eyeball. A voice whispered "Stick your dick through." Tim stood up and unzipped. He thread his dick through the hole. A warm, wet mouth enclosed over the head of his dick. The mouth sucked up and down the shaft. The guy in the other booth was good. He knew how to use his tongue to swirl around the head, and caress the vein under the shaft. As good as this was, Tim wanted to be the one sucking dick.

Tim stepped back, pulling his dick out of the sucking mouth and the gloryhole. He knelt down and stuck his own finger through the hole to attract some dick. He was rewarded with a big, fat slab of meat pushed through. He quickly clamped down on it with his lips. Using every trick the truckers had taught him in the past year, he worked on the dick. After a few minutes, the other guy withdrew his dick to cool down the passion. Tim stuck his finger back through the hole to coax it back. The other guy returned his dick through the hole. As Tim returned to working on the dick, he began to wonder what the guy on the other side of the wall was like. Was he young like Tim, or an old fart like most of the truckers he had been doing? Was he tall, scotching down to funnel his dick through the hole, or was he short on his tippytoes in order to line up? His thoughts were interrupted by the swelling of the dick in his mouth and the increased thrusts of its owner humping the wall pussy. He heard a warning that the guy was ready to cum, but did not back off. The cum shots were wild and full. As fast as he swallowed, more rushed in to overwhelm Tim's mouth. Dribbles of white cream leaked out of the corners of his mouth. When the guy was done, he withdrew his dick and left the booth. Another guy entered the booth, and the scene repeated itself.

All told, Tim sucked down five loads of cum that day. Although several guys rattled the door to his booth, he never opened it, never saw one of the guys he sucked off. They could of been someone he knew or out-of-town strangers. he didn't know. For the next couple of weeks, Tim visited the book store on a regular basis. He developed a standard routine. He walked around the store to show off the goodies, and then took his place in the booths armed with a pocket of tokens and an empty stomach. From time to time, he got curious about the guys he was sucking off. He finally relented on a few occasions to letting someone in the booth with him. Most of the time he prefer to keep his identity secret.

It was a close call the following month that had him change his routine. He had just finished an extra busy session in the booths. He often stopped to talk to the clerk before heading out. However, as he got to the doorway between the booth area and the sales floor, he froze in panic. He saw his next door neighbor, his father's best friend, looking over the DVD selection. Jumping back into the dark of the hallway, he wondered what to do. If he walked out, the neighbor would surely see him and tell his father. To make matters worse, his shirt was stained with dribbles of cum from the busy afternoon of servicing the gloryhole. He was out of tokens, and knew he couldn't hide out in a vacant booth without pissing off the clerk. His salvation came in the opening of the booth door nearest to him. The middle aged guy in the booth nodded for him to join him. Tim slipped into the booth. The guy was nothing remarkable, but he was a cover for Tim while he waited for the neighbor to leave. After a so-so mutual suck off in the booth, Tim stuck his head out of the booth. The neighbor was gone. Breathing a sigh of relief, Tim made a beeline for the exit. As he pulled out of the parking lot, Tim realized coming back here was going to result in more close calls.

Searching on the internet at home, Tim found another book store about thirty miles away. He figured going there would preserve his secret desires. The next weekend, Tim headed out to try out the new store. As he walked in, Tim handed his ID to the clerk, bought his tokens and headed back into the booth area. While this ABS was a lot like his old hunting grounds, he did make mental comparisons of the differences. One of the things he found, and liked, was that the gloryholes had sliding covers on both sides. He could leave his open and take his cue from whether the other guy left his open or closed it. He also realized that if he did invite some one in to his booth with him, they could cover slide the hole closed for privacy.

Tim settled in. There was no shortage of dicks parading through the gloryhole. As he sucked each in turn, Tim imaged what the guy on the other side was like. As he deposited his last couple of tokens in the slot, the most beautiful cock he ever saw came sliding through the hole. It was over seven inches on this side alone, and almost too thick for Tim to wrap his fingers around. It was cut real close. The head was flared around the base, and a thick blue veins coursed along its length. Tim sucked that meat for five minutes to the sounds of muffled encouragement. When the stranger asked to come over, Tim slide the bolt back on the door. Stepping back behind the door, Tim did not see the face of the guy entering. Closing and relocking the door, Tim turned to face his new friend. They stared in astonishment, Tim and his father at each other.

His father suggested they go some where and have a talk. Tim agreed. Leaving the ABS, they agreed to met at home. The entire drive home, Tim played over and over in his mind the revelation that he had been sucking his father's dick. Pulling into the driveway, he noticed his father had gotten there before him. Walking into the kitchen, he found his father sitting at the table holding a beer out for him. Without a protest, Tim took the offered beer. Taking a drink forced his father to make the first comment.

His father asked him how long he had been sucking cock. Tim told him about two years. His father's answer was "well, you're damm good at it." Tim blushed. His father went on to tell him that after his wife, Tim's mother, passed away; he returned to the enjoyment of man to man sex that had been part of his youth. His father also explained that in order to be discreet, he had limited himself to a few select partners or headed out of town to the other book store. His calm manner soothed Tim's fears. Tim opened up and told him about his discovery of gloryhole sex, and how he came to switch away from the local ABS. His father said the nice thing about gloryholes was you never know who is on the other side. You can imagine that dick hanging through the hole is a long lost buddy, or a famous movie star, anybody you want them to be. Tim agreed, and told about some of the guys he has imagined on the other side. His father looked at him and said "You know, I imaged on more than one occasion that it was you on the other side." Tim was unsure of how to feel about this revelation. His father looked at him and continued "We never did finish that bj, and I've still got a full ball sac."

Tim needed no further encouragement. He slid off his seat to settle between his dad's legs. He pulled down the zipper and fished out the dick inside. His father raised his ass to push his pants and briefs down. Now Tim had full access to this dick and its low hanging balls. He wasted no time in swallowing it to the root. He used every trick he could think of to coax a load out of those paternal balls. The knowledge that it was his father increased every sensation. The tastes, the feel and the smell was amplified. Not having to worry about anybody hearing them, Tim's father was vocal in his pleasure. he shouted encouragements, "Suck that dick. Oh suck your dad. Faster." This vocal added to the rush in Tim's brain. When the first jolt of cum shoot up his shaft, Tim's father grabbed his son's head and pushed it down to the max. His dick lodged in Tim's throat. Tim drew back for a breath only to be pushed back again. Tears started to well in Tim's eyes as the cock throbbed in his throat. Just when he thought he was going to pass out, his father released his grip on Tim's head. Taking gulps of air around the invading shaft, Tim's own cock throbbed with passion. As soon as his breath calmed, his father slammed his head back down on the dick. This time, he held it there as it swelled even more, and shoot the final gobs of cum it had down Tim's throat. Sitting back to savor the finished bj, Tim noticed he had climaxed in his own pants during this. He took a drink of beer, and wondered what next.

When he got home the next day, Tim's father told him to come upstairs. There was a surprise waiting for him. Tim entered his bedroom to greet his father. He hadn't slept here last night, but had joined his father in the master bed. The night had been an endless orgy of fucking and sucking on the oversized bed. Each of them had taken turns till each had been sucked, done sucked, ass fucked, and gotten ass fucked. Tim's father told him to wait here while he went into the master bedroom. In a minute, Tim heard a rustling in the closet, and then saw a dick hanging through the closet door. His father had given him his own personal gloryhole and an entrance into the closet from the master bedroom. Tim walked over and promptly knelt down to suck the offered dick. When he swallowed the load of cum, he stood up and offered his own dick through the hole. Soon his orgasm was flowing into his father's throat.

Tim and his father settled into a regular routine of sex. They slept together at night, but used the gloryhole also on a regular basis. Encouraged by his father, Tim used his imagination to populate the other side of the gloryhole with all his favorite fantasies; the hunky teacher at school, his swim team mate and best friend Kyle, and other people who caught his eye in passing.

Even today had started as usual. Tim got back from work and hopped into the shower. Going into his bedroom to get dressed, he noticed his dad was already on the other side with his dick sticking through. Not bothering to get dressed, Tim slid up to the gloryhole and teased the waiting dick with the tip of his tongue. It quickly responded to rise to full extension. Tim licked the under side of the shaft from the wood of the door to the spongy tip. He closed his mouth over the knob and slid down as far as possible. He quicken his pace. Evidently, Tim thought, his father was extra horny today and was jabbing the dick forward to fuck Tim's mouth. It was on one of these jabs that Tim's gag reflex had been triggered, almost as if his father's dick was longer than normal. It was at this point that Tim had pulled back and received a face full of cum. It was at this point that his father walked in from the hall and called his name. Tim's astonishment was that the retreating dick in the gloryhole WAS NOT his father's.

Tim reached up to open the closet door, but it was locked from the other side. He tried to rush out into the hallway to see who was in the master bedroom but his father stopped him. Tim's father told him he would have to clean up and get dressed first as there was company in the house. Tim just wanted to know whose dick that was he just sucked off. his father told him to be patient and get ready for dinner.

By the time he cleaned up and got dressed, the owner of the strange dick was no longer in the master bedroom. Tim headed downstairs. He head several voices in the living room, and found several guests talking to his father. There was Mr. Jones the next door neighbor, Pastor Clark from their church, Mr. Roberts a teacher from school, and his best friend Kyle. They were all objects of Tim's gloryhole fantasies. Tim's father was over at the bar setup mixing a drink. Tim slid up to him and asked what was going on. His father replied they were having guests for dinner. Tim said "No, what happened upstairs just now." His father chuckled, "Driving you crazy not knowing?" Tim said "Just tell me if the guy is still here." Tim's father said "Yes, but I can't tell you who. You'll have to figure it out without spilling our family secrets out before the others." He turned and walked away from a perplexed Tim.

Tim observed the four male guests. He figured it wasn't Kyle, straight arrow ladies man. Besides, he had seen Kyle's dick in the shower and it wasn't like his father's. Tim realized that whoever it was, it had looked a lot like his father. He reasoned that if the dick looked like his father's, the guy must have a similar build to his father. He quickly dispelled that thought. He had seen short dicks on big burly truckers and meat monsters on scrawny desk clerks. He couldn't just walk up and ask "Did I just suck you off in the private gloryhole upstairs?" He had to figure it out. Couldn't be the Pastor, but what about all those Church sex scandals. He never heard any rumors about Mr. Roberts at school, but then he never knew about his own father's desires. He remembered see Mr. Jones, the neighbor, at the ABS the afternoon that had frightened him, but the guy was a macho cop. Tim really had no idea.

His father beckoned Tim over to where he was talking to Pastor Clark. That must be it, Tim thought, now I'll find out. As he approached, his father said "I was just telling Pastor Clark about that trophy you won at the state swim meet last year. Could you go upstairs and bring it down to show?" Obediently, Tim scampered upstairs to his bedroom to fetch the trophy. As he entered his bedroom, he was dumbfounded to find another dick hanging through the gloryhole. This was smaller that the previous one, so it must be somebody different. Tim tried the closet door again, and it was still locked from the other side. He slid down beside the dick and stared at it as if concentration would allow him to see through wood. It didn't work. A low raspy voice said "Suck it or I will leave." Tim reached up and stroked the dick. The voice repeated "Suck it or I will leave." Tim realized it was a tape recording of a disguised voice. Wanting to delay this guy's departure, Tim dutifully started to suck the dick. He concentrated on every detail as he sucked. It dawned on him that as soon as the guy climaxed, he would have to go back through the master bedroom, and Tim could catch him as he came out. Tim returned to sucking the dick with gusto.

As soon as the dick deposited its load down Tim's mouth, it withdrew. Tim jumped to his feet to catch a glimpse of who came out. However, his father was again blocking the doorway asking what was taking so long about getting the trophy. Tim grabbed the trophy off the shelf and started out the door. His father stopped him again saying he wanted to be sure it was the right trophy. Tim heard the master bedroom door close and footsteps going down the stairs. His father was stalling on purpose. He glared at his father who smiled back and offered "You just improved your odds. Now it's two dicks out of four guys. Got an answer yet?" Tim shook his head in defeat.

Returning downstairs, Tim mentally kicked himself for not checking who was missing when he went upstairs. Evidently, at least two of these guys were in on his father's cruel game. He had to admit he had no clue to go on.

Dinner was served in due course, steaks grilled on the bbq pit with store bought potato salad and corn on the cob. Tim was driven crazy when the Pastor grabbed the corn and peeled it back in a strip tease. His erection rose at the table as he watched his teacher lick his buttery fingers while eating the corn. The moans of approval from his friend Kyle as he savored each bite of steak practically creamed his shorts. This was crazy.

After dinner, Kyle asked if Tim minded if he checked his email quickly on the computer up in Tim's room. Tim agreed and went upstairs. However, he made sure to check the presence of every guest before he left the room. Kyle quickly checked his email, and shut the computer off. He happened to walk over to the closet, and noticed the hole in the door. He asked Tim what this was. Tim had no answer. Kyle said "Looks like one of those gloryholes you find in men's rooms." Kyle leaned over and sniffed the hole, "Smells like it too, cum sweat." Kyle straightened up and walked over by the bed. "I never could understand the reason for those," he said as he laid back on the bed, "I prefer a guy plays with my balls while he's blowing me." He looked up at the dumbfounded Tim, and said "The last time I blew your father, he told me I could take a few lessons from you. Called you a natural born cocksucker. You want to show me what you got?" With that he unzipped his pants and pushed them down to his knees. His young dick stood at full attention. Tim just stood there transfixed. His best friend wanted him to blow him, and had been having sex with his father. Tim looked at the swaying erection, and knew he had to have it. He crawled up on the bed to settle his head between Kyle's legs. He gripped the erection to steady it and covered it with his lips. Once more tonight, he wanted to give the best blow job of his life to his buddy. He slid up and down the shaft coating it with his spittle. Each trip went further and further down the shaft until his face was nestled up tight to the belly. There were no pubic hairs, Kyle shaved every inch of his body for swimming. Tim ran his hands across the smooth flesh and moaned. Kyle said "You like that hairless skin. Pastor Clark shaves me from head to toe every Sunday night. He spends a lot of time getting every hair on my ass. Doesn't want to gag on an ass hairball." Tim choked, not from the dick in his mouth, but this newest revelation.

Tim continued to suck the young dick until he was rewarded with his third load of the night. He rolled over on his back to find his father and all three of the other guests standing in the doorway to his bedroom. They walked over to lift Tim up and carry him into the master bedroom. They deposited him on the oversized bed and stripped their own clothes off. Soon they were all crawling up on the bed. Tim was surrounded by naked male flesh and rock hard erections. Mr. Jones pulled him over to him and said "I really wanted to be first tonight, but got outvoted. As long as I get my chance now, I'll be happy." Tim laughed "No, you couldn't be first. I would have known that monster was not my dad's dick. You couldn't be first, but you can be next." Mr. Jones answer was to push Tim over on his stomach and say "Well, I can still be first in your ass tonight." Tim just purred.

Tim realized that gloryholes were a great way to have your fantasy lover's. You could imagine anyone you want is attached to that meat in your mouth. But he also realized that having your fantasy lovers naked flesh pressed hard into you in the real world was the ultimate dream cum true. That gloryhole would be well worn in the coming months, but there was a time for more reality too.

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