High School Glory Hole (part 13)
A guy who is curious about sucking finds his curiosity satisfied when he encounters a glory hole — only to find that his life is forever changed! I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.
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I was scared to death when Dad caught me sucking, but since then I'm sure glad he did. There is something wonderfully special about sucking your own father. Sucking George was great, but sucking my own father was so amazingly taboo. Since he caught me I'd sucked him 2-3 times a week, but kept wondering about some of the other sucking he had referred to. I asked him and he just told me to be patient.
Finally I found out. Mom went out to play bridge with some of some of the other wives about once a month. That was when Dad had his buddies over to play poker. That was a time when I was supposed to stay out of sight, but now he wanted me to join in the fun. I wasn't sure exactly what he had in mind, but if it involved cocksucking, I was all for it.
That evening the guys started arriving at 7pm, but Dad wanted them to all have a few drinks in them before bringing me in, so I waited in my room until he came to get me. A little before 8pm he came in and told me to undress and come downstairs. I did, and he had me walk up to the poker table, stark naked. I felt a bit uneasy being naked in front of these clothed adults. The guys all smiled and one reached for my cock, saying that I'd feel better if I was aroused.
He squeezed my cock and pulled on it, and soon I was hard. I circled the table and each guy gave my cock a squeeze – which I thought was much more friendly than a handshake. One guy put his hand on my ass and said, "You got a pretty ass – bet it's nice and tight!" He dipped his finger in some chip dip and slipped it between my cheeks and up my ass. It was cold but felt really nice!
"I think he'd like a cock up there," the guy said.
"No anal this time," Dad said, "But he'll blow all of you."
Though all the guys were very public in fondling me, not all were willing to let me suck them while the others watched. That was fine, and I went into the den with Mr. Lindwood and dropped to my knees. He took out a cock that was really small for an adult, about the size of George's. No wonder he didn't want others to see.
As an experience cocksucker I'd learned the importance of making the guy you suck feel good about themselves, so I told Mr. Lindwood that I really liked his cock. He pulled my head close to him, pressing my nose into his open zipper. I could easily take his small cock entirely into my mouth and ran my tongue all around it. He had another problem besides a small cock – a hair trigger. In less than a minute he shot his load. He probably couldn't satisfy a woman to save his life, but he was fine for me. I told him I liked the taste of his load and hoped I could suck him again.
He asked for my cell number, which I gladly gave him.
I returned to the poker game and one guy stood up and unzipped. He took out a cock that was at least eight inches long, although not very thick. It did have a really nice mushroom head. I especially liked those because the ridge surrounding the head was very prominent and sensitive. The large head really filled my mouth. I ran my tongue all around the head and pressed toward him. He hit the back of my throat and I gagged, but quickly recovered. I had not yet mastered deep throating but was good at making swallowing motions with my throat. Guys long enough to get in that deep really liked it, and so did he.
"The cocksucker's trying to deep throat me!" he declared. I wished I was that good, but if he thought I was, that was a real plus. Soon my swallowing motions milked his cum out, though I missed much of the taste. Since he was in so deep, he shot right down my throat instead of on my tongue. He turned to Dad and said, "You raised one damn good cocksucker!"
The next guy stood up and offered me his cock. This one was short but very thick – I wasn't sure I could even get it in my mouth. As he pressed the head of his cock into my mouth, he put a finger in my mouth to pull it open wider on each side, and he was able to slip in. He put his hands on my head and pulled me close. Then he began to face fuck me, stroking faster and faster. I didn't get this very often and it was kind of nice. Sort of like an oral rape, and I didn't have to do much except keep my tongue moving back and forth as he pumped in and out. The bad part was that when he pulled me to him my nose kept hitting his zipper, which ended up putting red marks on my nose – something I didn't want to have to explain to Mom. Soon he rewarded me with a big load deposited right on my tongue, where I could truly appreciate the manly taste.
It was getting close to 9pm now, and Dad said we had to wrap things up before Mom got home – she would not be amused by our playtime! Dad told the guys that next time whoever was the big winner would get to claim my virginity. I sure looked forward to that!
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