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I don’t know how long I spent staring at the piece of paper. I kept on checking each digit, their sequence, everything, trying to find something, anything that would turn this into a big misunderstanding. I started dialing, thinking I was simply misremembering Andrew’s phone number, but as soon as the first couple of digits were typed, he popped up on my phone, and I stared again, this time at the screen.
My brain simply couldn’t, wouldn’t process the fact that my son had given me a blowjob. For fuck’s sake, possibly many, many blowjobs. Was he the skilled one, the cocksucker that I was hoping would be waiting for me on his knees with his mouth open, when I decided to come here tonight, or was it his friend Seth? Oh god… Which one had I fucked? Did I fuck my own boy tonight?
My mind was spiraling, I couldn’t believe how horribly this night had turned out. I barely paid any attention to the men coming out of the building one by one every couple of minutes until I realized that sooner or later, the boys would come out, and I couldn’t be here when they did. I started the engine and drove off. I played some music on the radio, trying to distract myself on the way home, trying to think of anything else, of nothing, to just go blank and forget, but all I could think about was the feeling of my cock in that glory hole, sliding down that throat, that warm, wet, skilled throat and praying that it did not belong to my son. That this was his first night there. Because that would be so much better than knowing, that my favorite cocksucker on this goddamn planet, was my 19-year-old son. That just the thought of his lips enveloping my rod in the dark room, behind that wall were giving me the erection that I was pretending not to have right now.
I made it to the house eventually. I opened my son’s messages. He had heart-reacted to what I suggested for dinner. I looked at the number again and compared it to the one on the note. It was still the same. I started typing, wondering if the confrontation would be easier like this or in person, but quickly deleted the little I had typed. What was I going to say?
I put my phone away and instead got to cooking. An hour or so went by as I prepared the dinner until I heard the door unlock. The moments leading up to him entering the kitchen were long and painful. I had to confront him about it. I knew I had to. What we did, unknowingly or not, was wrong, and we had to talk about it. But then he entered, a big smile on his face and greeted me, and I just couldn’t say it. I couldn’t start the conversation. What he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. But it could hurt me, and it did.
Over the following days and weeks, that secret was all I could think about. I dreamt about it often. Me in that room, sliding my dick in the glory hole, only for the wall to disappear and leave me looking at my son as he sucked my cock. I’d wake up with my underwear soaked in cum almost every morning. I would catch myself thinking about it when I masturbated or watched porn. I even went to the gloryhole once again, only to find myself both relieved and disappointed, when I didn’t recognize the mouth on the other side, and leave guilty, knowing who I had imagined being there instead.
I tried and tried to ignore it, but I couldn’t, it was going to eat me alive.
Two weeks after the incident, I bought a prepaid card and after debating it for a couple more days, I texted my son.
«Hey, are you the guys from the gloryhole? »
It was late in the night, so I didn’t know if he would reply now, or when he saw Seth again, in case they wanted to communicate with me together, but the answer came shortly.
«hey man, yeah, but we’re not together right now. i’m andrew, and my buddy is seth. »
«Nice to meet you, Andrew. I’m Mathew. I’m the guy who went straight after the guys that fucked while you two blew them. »
«yeah dude, i know 😉 we don’t give our info to just about anyone. »
My cock was rock-hard immediately as I read that message. They enjoyed my cock... my son and his friend enjoyed my cock, so they gave me a way to contact them, so that I could fuck them again.
«i’ve noticed you’re a bit of a regular, one of my favorite regulars if i’m being honest. always have a tasty load for me, and my buddy really enjoyed the pounding you gave him. »
I stared at the second message for a couple of minutes. This answered all of my questions. It was indeed my son, who had given me head all those times, but I had not fucked him. We hadn’t crosse that line. I had gotten what I needed to know; I could block his number from the card and carry on with trying to find a way to just move past this whole ordeal. But I didn’t.
«I myself would be lying If I said I didn’t hope it would be your mouth I sink my cock into every time I visit.» Send, and a moment later:
«You deepthroat me better than my wife ever did.» I pressed send before I even knew what I had typed. I felt so ashamed, knowing what I was saying, but my cock was harder than it had ever been, and the combination of anonymity and arousal allowed me to ignore the depravity of the situation if not forever, then just for a while.
«you married? » his reply was slow this time
«No, divorced. »
«good. i know there’s probably some married guys I’m sucking off, but I don’t like having it confirmed. »
My mind went instantly to my rather messy divorce after finding out my wife had cheated. I know that no matter how hard I tried to be here when he needed me, Andrew still took it pretty hard.
I questioned myself again. What the hell was I doing. This was so inappropriate, so horrible of me to do. What kind of father was I? Then came another text:
«anyway. gotta be honest, we don’t usually do this, but the way you fucked seth, i was kinda jealous, and i didn’t know how long it would be till the next time you’d pop in so i decided to try this. »
I stared at the message, refusing to reply. I had to stop. He’s still a kid, he doesn’t know better, shit he doesn’t know anything, but I did. I couldn’t let this go on any longer. I couldn’t take advantage of him in this way and keep on calling myself his father. This was wrong, and I knew it. I opened the chat again, navigating the app, trying to find the block option but then the phone vibrated, and a picture appeared in the chat. My eyes darted to it automatically and saw my son lying on his bed, on his stomach in front of his mirror. I could see his wide, athletic back in the bottom of the photo. The pronounced V shape leading my gaze up the screen where his perked ass cheeks stood on full display in all their thick, bubble beauty, and just above them, in his mirror, his spread legs guiding my eyes towards his pink hole, surrounded by gentle fuzz, winking at me through the screen.
«think you might have some unfinished business here»
I looked at the block button, and then at the picture. I should have blocked him then and there and forgotten about this. But I didn’t. Instead, I reached into my pants and started stroking my cock, which felt like it was going to explode any second now. My boxers were soaking wet with precum, my shaft twitching in my hand.
«I might have to agree with you.»
«You should know something though. I’m 45.»
«hot… i’m 19, and my buddy is 20, is that alright, daddy?»
It had been years since he had called me that, and never in this context, but God, I swear it unlocked something in me. As soon as I read it, my balls tightened and filled my underwear with hot, sticky cum, that I am ashamed to admit, I wished I was shooting inside my son’s hole, whichever one he’d offer.
«No, boy, it’s perfect. Say hi to Seth from me. We’ll talk more. »
