Daddy, What's A Glory Hole?

Call me Sparky

My Daddy has a big pink cock. After he takes a shower, Harry likes to walk around naked with his big dong swinging back and forth and his big, firm pink ass bouncing. He is one hot man. I’ve never seen his cock hard but I sure would like to. Harry is only my step dad so it’s not like it’s a crime or anything.

“Sparky, it’s better to air dry,” he says, “so your junk stays fresh. 

Harry leaves the door open when he’s on the toilet. He sits there with the Newark Star Ledger, humming and happily squeezing out jumbo brownies. If I pass by, he always says the same thing, “Hey Sparky, are your hands clean? I’ll need you in a few.” It’s stupid and gross and always makes me laugh. You got to love the big goon. And I do.

My mom, Luz, is much happier now that she and Harry are married. They are still very much in love and spend their time at home making goo goo eyes at each other.  It’s funny to see old people act that way but they pretty much leave me alone so it works for me. The only rules are I have to be home for family dinner at 7 and home by 11:30, no questions asked.

Harry is a genuine tough guy. He enlisted after 9/11 and did two tours in Afghanistan. He caught some shrapnel in his leg from a roadside bomb and it took several surgeries to get him back on his feet. When he got home, he moved back in with his mother in a big old house in Perth Amboy and got the job with the town. His mother was sick for a long time and Harry took good care of her. He liked to hang out at Bourbon Street where Luz was a topless dancer. For him, it was love at first sight and he launched a long campaign to win her over. She had been burned before and she had me to think about and I’m a real pain in the ass.

I got a summer job at the Perth Amboy Department of Public Works where Harry is my foreman. I used to see Harry all the time when I skipped school and bopped around town. I loved to watch this tall, hot blond man wrestle a jack hammer, swing a pick, climb a tree, use a power saw. I didn’t know then that he knew my mom.

Harry is a good boss. He taught me how to use the power saw and I tried the jack hammer but the thing weighed a hundred pounds and got away from me, spitting and sputtering down the street. When it’s just the two of us, Harry lets me drive one of the pickup trucks (I only have my learner’s permit) and he sometimes lets me take the wheel of his Jeep Wrangler. 

Whenever we’re on a job on a hot day, Harry whips off his shirt and I watch the play of the well-earned muscles ripple across his furry golden chest and broad back. His pink nipples would make a good mouthful and probably taste good too, all hot and salty.

When we’re back in the locker room Harry likes to walk around naked there too. He’s proud of his body but not a jerk about it. He’s just comfortable in his skin. The rest of the crew are older white guys and some skinny Latins and everybody tries to be cool but you can tell, they don’t mind the view either. They all call him Handsome Harry.

At home or at work Harry likes to slap me on the ass and squeeze my cheeks.

“Nice cakes, Sparky. Just like your mom’s.”

And he’s a hugger. If I look a little tired or cranky, Harry says, “Come here, Sparky. You need some sugar.”

It’s wonderful to get wrapped up in his brawny arms. When he looks at me, I see so much love in his sparkling blue eyes. I know it’s not for me,  but I wish it was.

Sometimes he just sighs and says, “’Sparky, you look so much like your Mom.”

It’s driving me crazy.

I know he makes Luz happy because I can hear them fucking at night and Luz is a screamer. I imagine him on top of her, pumping her with his big cock and the glistening big pink moons of his ass.

I would take a peek but that would so fucking wrong. So instead I get naked and stroke my long, knobby boy cock. I imagine Harry is on top of me, his tongue down my throat and his dong throbbing between my legs. I want to open them so he can spit on my boy hole and fuck me. No, I don’t want that. I never have been fucked and I never will be. He would tear me all up inside. I lift my legs and finger my tight, virgin hole while I stroke my stiff tool. I want my daddy to fuck me like he fucks my mother. No! I can’t want that. It’s wrong.  I want his big cock inside of me. No! After he fucks me I want to suck on his big dong and taste my boy heat on it. No!  I want my new daddy so bad, I could eat all of his big, beefy body right down to the bones and then I would suck on those bones.  No! No! No! I feel the surge of a big load coming out of my cock. It splashes across my nose and the second wave hits my lips. I run my tongue around them and taste my own sweet boy cream. Damn, I taste good.

After work the next day I went back to the Venus Adult Emporium on Route 35. I chained my bike to the dumpster in the rear parking lot. I was wearing a tank top, flip flops and baggy shorts that my long boy cock stirred inside. My baseball cap was pulled down low over my brow. No need to advertise that I was a teenager. When I pushed the frosted glass door open, I heard the cowbell hanging over the door clank. The old walrus behind the counter looked away from her TV set and grunted when she gave me a five bucks worth of tokens.  I walked past the neat racks of wrapped skin magazines and DVDs videos to a gloomy narrow corridor lined with peep show booths. 

In the dim light I bumped into a full-bodied guy with silver hair and a handsome face. He wore an expensive looking black suit and looked to be about 50. His eyes were sky blue and a perfect match for his silver hair. He smiled at me and his movie star teeth sparkled.  Daddy dick was very much on my mind and here was a prime example. I hoped he had kids. I like baby-making thick daddy dick because you know it’s loaded with life-giving proteins and it’s good for you. And that smile was something I wanted to know about. There was nothing to stop me from getting cozy with this daddy.

I felt the daddy’s hand brush my ass as I just about squeezed past him. As I did that one of the booth doors opened. A large Asian man came out and I squeezed past him and got inside. When I looked through the glory hole I saw a man cleaning his big uncut cock with baby wipes before he pulled up his pants. I dropped some tokens and waited for him to exit with my ears tuned for the door’s opening. I hoped my silver fox would be my neighbor. On the little screen a blonde with implants and long fake nails was noisily sucking a giant black cock.  I heard the door open in the next booth. I squatted to see who my neighbor was and saw the black suit. Nice! I waited for his daddy dick to pop through the hole but instead we were face to face.  He winked at me, licked his lips while his blue eyes and dazzling teeth sparkled. We kissed through the glory hole and his breath was wintergreen.

“I want your cock, beautiful boy,” he said in a dreamy, deep voice.

He had me at “I.”

I stood up, dropped my shorts and my boy cock sprang to attention, its big head pulsing. My cock is just like the rest of me, long and wiry with a big head.

"Nice,” I heard my silver fox say as he gripped my shaft with big soft hands. He ran his thumb around the head and it swelled at his touch. He gently reached for my tight balls and guided them through the hole. I felt the first dart of his tongue work and then its slow rhythmic laps around my nuts before he put them in his mouth, first one, and then the other. His expert tongue worked its way up my pulsing shaft, all the way up and then down again like it was the most delicious Popsicle in the world. One of his big soft hands gently kneaded my balls while the other did gentle arpeggios from my sparse pubic hair to my big head. I wanted to squirt right then but the big hand gripped my shaft. My silver daddy owned me.

 He pulled my throbbing boy cock down a bit and I felt his full, soft lips surround the big head which leaked teenage juice. He swirled the head and the juices around in his mouth like it was fine wine. I wanted to push my rod all the way down his throat and pop a big load there but my new owner played my flute like a maestro. He slowly worked his mouth down from the big head, inch by inch, down the shaft. His mouth felt tight and velvety, like a teenage boy’s cherry. All of my meat was in my new best friend’s mouth and his genius tongue lapped at the shaft while his hands fondled my taut balls. I heard a yelp and it wasn’t the bitch on the small screen, it was me. I pressed my face and my whole body against the grimy booth wall as if it was the sexiest thing on earth.  

My daddy slowly moved his handsome head up and down my pulsing boy meat, somehow massaging my rod with a thousand tiny muscles in his miracle mouth. It was like getting a massage by a warm, sensual octopus. I moaned and spurted a dollop of sizzling teen juice down his gullet. I heard him groan and gulp. He stopped and clamped his whole mouth over the length of me, swallowing the big pulsing head and right down to the base where my churning balls filled with jizz waiting to explode. We both froze in a timeless, soundless tableau, me naked, my whole being pressed against the wall while through the miracle portal my tool was the pulsating captive of this sexy man’s spectacular mouth. I took deep breaths and my daddy breathed around my cock. I don’t want to shoot. I don’t want to shoot. This is so fucking good.            

Then daddy’s tongue licked at the base of my swollen cock head. My eyes fluttered and my body quivered. From deep inside I felt a surge of boy essence escape my nuts and shoot up through my shaft and explode out of my teen meat. Daddy gulped it down hungrily, wave after wave of nectar hitting the back of his throat. I heard him whimpering in pleasure

I wanted to collapse in a heap but my cock was still hard and trapped in daddy’s grip. I took deep breaths to cool down and get softer but daddy’s velvet mouth felt so comfortable I started to relax. I could feel him breathing deep around my captive cock. Then his phenomenal mouth began its massage and his tongue gently lapped at my shaft. He was such a masterful cock sucker that I didn’t feel any of the jangly nerve ending sensations that usually happen right after you shoot. This mouth owned my teenage cock and it was the best place to be. I started to dry hump the wall and could feel another load building in my tightening balls. I relaxed into daddy’s synchronized sucking.

Then it stopped. My hard cock popped out of his mouth and I thought I heard a “boing!”

“Turn around for me, beautiful boy,” I heard daddy say on the other side of the wall.

“Huh?” Where do I go?” I wasn’t thinking straight. Or at all.

“I want to taste your sweet hole,” my daddy said.

Ooh. Got it. I pulled my stiff cock out of the  glory hole and turned around. I pressed my butt up against the portal.

“Nice!” Daddy said. “Bend over and show me your pretty rosebud, baby boy.”

I did what my daddy told me to do.  I felt his strong, soft hands separate my butt cheeks and diddle my hole. He blew on it and my hole quivered and my cock jumped.

His soft lips touched my tender hole and he planted a gentle kiss there. What a gentleman! Then his amazing tongue gently and firmly licked around my pink hole. I bent over and grasped my ankles to give my daddy full access to my teenage honey pot. His tongue found its way to my center and penetrated it with gentle flicks while burrowing deeper into my sugar wall. I’ve fucked a few boys, l like a nice tight boy butt but I never understood what they liked about it. I thought it must hurt like hell. Now, with my bubble butt and its virgin fuck hole at the mercy of my silver papi’s unrelenting tongue fucking, I got it. If my daddy stood and popped his fat daddy dick in me, I might squeak at first, but I would want all of him inside all of me.

 A pearl of jizz formed at my swollen cock head and then a string of juice oozed out like a like sparkling spider’s web, collecting on the grimy floor.  Daddy’s tongue was plunged into my ass and it searched every available millimeter as if he lost an expensive watch up there. The jizz stream flowed out of my cock and my balls were up and tight. I was ready to bust. I didn’t touch my cock, I wanted it to happen hands free, through the magic meeting of hole and tongue. Daddy now knew me inside out and he knew I was ready to explode.

 He withdrew his tongue and gently kissed my hole again.

 "Turn around,” I heard him say softly.

 “Yes.” I turned and stuck my cock through the portal.

Daddy put my tight balls in his wonderful mouth and massaged them. I imagined a thread of jizz collected on his handsome face and he licked it up and tongued the length of my juice chute before he clamped his beautiful mouth over the straining head. One more lick and I shot a spurt of hot jizz. He swallowed my whole piece and I pumped my second load down his willing, hungry throat.

I remained pressed against the wall, gasping. I was still hard but now I wanted to talk to my Daddy. I wanted to see his beautiful cock and suck on it, suck out all his wise, kind, strong Daddy juice. I pulled out of the portal and expected to be face to face with my new best friend. I wanted to kiss him and taste myself on his hardworking lips. I wanted to talk to him and hear his voice.

But he wasn’t there. I mean his face was not there. He was standing in his expensive black suit.

I thought he might show me his cock but he didn’t.

Don’t go! I wanted to shout.

Then I saw him reach into his pants pocket. He pulled out a set of gleaming white teeth. He popped them into his toothless mouth, adjusted them, and wiped his mouth with a monogrammed hankie. He popped a wintergreen Altoid into his hardworking chops and left the booth: a handsome CEO with a killer suit, a killer smile, expensive teeth and two gallons of boy juice in his belly.

By the time I pulled up my pants and opened the door, he was gone in the clank of a cow bell.

Two loads lighter, I jumped on my bike and zoomed home so I could make it for dinner at 7. We never say grace but I think I’ll ask if we can. Mom will be surprised and happy and I will get to hold Harry’s big warm, calloused hand in mine. 

THE END