Chris here! I'm in my late 30's, happily married guy, one son - Jesse. He's 18 years old and an awesome kid. Outgoing and sporty. Married to my college sweetheart and best friend, Debra. But lately she's lost interest in sex, we've grown apart and I've started discovering my taste for man sex! These are my adventures.
So to be honest - the last episode freaked me out a bit. Fucking my next door neighbor in the same bed my wife was passed out in left me feeling like a real prick. Debra could have woken up at any moment and found me balls deep in this teenager's hole. I vowed to be more careful. I didn't want to do anything to damage my family.
And for a while, I'd been pretty good. Zane and his family had moved away so I didn't have temptation next door. It was coming up to my wedding anniversary so I wanted to get something special for my wife. I felt a fair bit of guilt for all the boy-ass I'd seeded behind her back. I decided to head to the mall. I told myself today was about making things right, or at least trying. Our anniversary was coming, and I’d decided I’d get her something beautiful, expensive, something that would make her eyes light up and maybe... just maybe... make me feel like I was still the man she thought I was.
Jesse wanted to meet up there with his friends so I gave him a lift down. I dropped him off at the food court and told him I'd meet him back there in a couple of hours.
I roamed around, trying to work out the perfect gift. I finally settled on a pretty pricey necklace. Can't go wrong with jewellery, right?
I walked around for a while longer waiting for my son and his friends but was quickly running out of things to do. Killing time in a mall wasn’t exactly my idea of fun, but it beat sitting in the car. I wandered aimlessly past storefronts - sports gear, homeware, some clothing place blaring pop music I didn’t recognize. That's when I found myself outside the restroom - the restroom where I first fucked ass (chapter 2).
It had been months since I had strayed and fuck, I was horny. My cock twitched just thinking about it. So, like a man hypnotized, I found myself walking through the door.
There were a couple of dudes pissing at the urinal but I knew where I wanted to go. The second cubicle. I walked in and locked the door behind me. It was still there - the gloryhole.
I put down my bags of shopping and gave it a quick peek. I could see there was somebody sitting in the other cubicle. I straightened up, just in case they weren't there for the same reason I was. I undid my trousers and stood at the toilet, as if I was just urinating.
I pulled out my meaty cock which quickly stiffened to its full 9" length. I kept one eye on the glory hole and to my relief, a hand rubbed the edge of it. I took that as an invitation and shuffled over, slowly offering my cock through the hole.
I felt a hand gently grip my shaft, no doubt examining and inspecting my erection. I knew I had a good looking cock so it stiffened a little bit, knowing how much the guy on the other side would be liking what he saw.
I felt his lips giving it a big luscious kiss tasting the meaty head before slowly sliding it between his lips. I stifled a moan as the guy went to work, pleasuring me. I had no idea who this guy was but man - he was good.
He started slow, tracing his tongue around the crown before letting me slide right down to the back of his throat. I heard him choke the slightest bit, underestimating how big I was. He pulled back and went to work giving me one of the greatest blowjobs I'd ever had.
Maybe it was because I hadn't gotten off for so long or maybe this guy was just an expert, but I never wanted this blowjob to end. My cock seemed to keep expanding, engorged with desire and the need to spill my seed.
My sucker accelerated his tempo, really hoovering my shaft from tip to base. I pressed my hips against the hole, trying to give him as much of my cock as I could. Just as I was getting close to blowing, he stopped for a second to catch his breath. While I really wanted to blow, I was kind of glad. This was so good I didn't want it to end!
Then he went back to work though this time, it was hotter and tighter. Having had a bit more experience now, I knew what was going on. He wasn't blowing me anymore. He had backed his ass up against the hole and was now using my cock to fuck himself. I was back to fucking boy-ass. And I couldn't have been happier!
The first couple of inches entered him easily but then I could feel his colon clamp down on me. This tight hole clearly hadn't had a cock my size before. But he didn't back off, I could hear him breathe and settle before pushing back, and suddenly his tight pussy sucked me right in and I was balls deep in this stranger's ass.
The beautiful feeling of his tight chute, squeezing down on my penis was like the longest drink of water after the longest drought. He slid up and down my meat at a slow, excruciating pace. I couldn't help but start to thrust my hips against the wall, wanting to speed up the tempo and really pound this guy's butt. By now I'd fucked a few guys in my life but none felt as velvety smooth and wrapped around my shaft as beautifully as this stranger's sweet hole.
Outside my stall, a bunch of guys burst into the restroom, still hyped from whatever game they’d been watching at the sports bar. Their rowdy chants and trash talk bounced off the tile walls, but I kept my pace steady, not wanting to groan with the pleasure I was receiving. I caught one of the voices - Kev, a guy from my work (!) and for some reason, that made it more thrilling. While he was out there acting loud and cocky at the urinals, I was just a few feet away in here, doing something he’d probably think was unthinkable.
I could feel myself building up a little sweat as the juice churned in my balls, desperate for release. I hammered this anonymous guy's hole, enjoying every second of it as my cock swelled and I knew my orgasm was imminent.
I wanted to groan loudly but I buried my face in my sleeve as I pumped my final thrust and felt my baby batter shoot out of my spasming cock and into his tight rectum. "Mmmfffphhh... mmm...ffffuuuckkk.." I whispered as I felt his hole quiver around me and I knew he cumming too.
I gathered my breath, letting the last of my seed to dribble into his cunt as he waited there, coming down from his high. We both stood there, connected, as if we didn't want to be separated.
Finally he pulled his ass off my softening cock, turning around to suck it clean. Damn! Whoever this guy was, he was a damn pro. The feeling of a guy cleaning my cock after fucking him was too amazing.
I could feel myself about to get hard again so I pulled back through the glory hole and tucked my cock back into my trousers. I picked up my wife's gift from where it was sitting next to the toilet and rushed out.
I was tempted to wait outside to see who this amazing fuck was but I checked the time and I was almost late for meeting Jesse and his friends at the food court so I hurried away.
"How did the gift hunting go?" asked Jesse when he finally rocked up. "Get anything for yourself?"
I laughed and changed the subject. He didn't need to know about his daddy's dirty secrets. I slid into the role of dad easily enough, smiling, nodding, asking if they were ready to head home, but inside I was humming. That electric, dangerous current was still there, running under my skin. Guilt twisted in with it, the two feelings tangling together until I wasn’t sure where one ended and the other began. I knew what I’d done was wrong (the secrecy, the betrayal!) and yet I felt more awake, more present in my own body than I had been in months.
When we got home, I carried the shopping bags in ahead of Jesse, slipping the small velvet box into the back of my sock drawer where I knew Deb would never look. It was safe there, hidden until our anniversary - the perfect cover for the rest of what I was hiding.
As I closed the drawer, I caught myself grinning in the mirror. The day had been long, but I felt light, almost buoyant, my shoulders loose, my step easy. Whatever shadows had been clinging to me lately were gone for now, replaced by a dangerous sort of energy I didn’t want to examine too closely.
Later that night, I was getting ready for bed when I passed Jesse's room. His light was still on and the door a little ajar. I poked my head in to check in on him, expecting him to be scrolling on his phone or halfway through a video game. Instead he was lying in bed, just in his boxer shorts, reading. He looked up with a smile.
"You staying up for long?" I asked.
"Na, I'll turn in soon," he yawned.
"OK. Goodnight, Jesse."
"Oh Dad?"
I turned back. He gestured me in, conspiratorially as if he wanted to tell me a secret. I checked to make sure his mother was nowhere near as I leaned in.
"What is it?" I asked.
He looked me in the eye and his smile widened. "I still have your seed inside my hole."
I froze in horror. WHAT????
He winked at me. "G'night, dad." He pulled me in close and gave me a lingering kiss on the lips. Then he turned off his lamp and rolled over.
I stood there stunned, then backed away, closed the door and wandered like a zombie, down the corridor to my bedroom.
Debra, my wife and Jesse's mother, was already asleep thank god. I pulled off my clothes and sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing, trying to steady my breathing. I lay there, head spinning as I realized the connotations of what he was saying. Jesse’s voice was still in my head, the weight of his words pressing against my ribs. Whatever I thought this night was going to be, it wasn’t this. I knew there was no going back to the way things were before he spoke.
I had just fucked my own son through a glory hole! I truly was the worst husband.
To Be Continued...
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