Chapter 1
The air was warm against his skin as Alex slipped out the back door of his childhood home with his heart hammering like it always did on days like this. He was twenty-two, back living at home with his parents to save money while in between jobs, still pretending to everyone that he was just an earnest guy who hadn’t quite figured out the dating scene yet. Every couple of weeks, though, the itch became unbearable. He’d wait until late afternoon when most people were getting off work. With a promise to his mom to be back in time for dinner, he pulled on a plain hoodie, and made the fifteen-minute walk to the old public park on the edge of town.
The restrooms were tucked behind a thick line of trees that kept them out of sight even in daylight. The single bulb over the door flickered weakly on and off despite the sun being out. Alex’s sneakers crunched softly in gravel as he approached. His heart was racing and his breath was shallow. This was always a thrill for him. Fear and anticipation coiled in his chest making him feel a little light headed. He listened carefully. Nothing but the distant traffic of folks making their commute home and the rustle of leaves. Good.
He pushed inside. The smell always hit him first. Bleach, piss, and something earthier underneath assaulted his nose. Fluorescent lights hummed loudly overhead. He went straight to the last of the three stalls. It had a crude hole cut low in the partition wall with the sharp edges lined with duct tape. Alex recalled the partition being replaced a few times over the years, but, inevitably, the hole always appeared. His pulse thrummed in his ears as he locked the stall behind him and sat on the scratched toilet seat, hunched forward and bouncing his knee with nervous energy.
Minutes stretched. Alex wrung his fingers together while considering if this was worth it, like he always did. Then, the sound of footsteps crunching in the gravel. The click of dress shoes on the tile followed and the neighboring stall door creaked open. Alex reached out his foot and tapped three times then held his breath.
After a moment of pants rustling, a half-hard cock pushed through the glory hole. Not a word was passed between them. Alex’s mouth watered instantly at the sight of the long but slender dick. He leaned in, inhaling the musky scent of a man who’d been working all day. Based on the expensive cologne and the peek of slacks he could see through the glory hole, Alex’s mystery man was white collar. His hands trembled as he wrapped his fingers around the warm shaft, feeling it twitch and swell fully in his grip. God, I need this.
He dragged his tongue slowly up the underside, savoring the velvety texture. The stranger jerked his hips forward in encouragement as his cock stood to its full length, seven inches at least. Alex took his sweet time kissing the head before swirling his tongue around the crown until a low groan from the other side heated his blood. Then he sank down, his lips stretching as he swallowed as much as he could. The salty taste flooded his tastebuds, heightening the scent of man emanating off of the stranger. He bobbed his head with practiced care, hollowing his cheeks to create that addictive suction. One hand braced against the partition while the other stroked what his mouth couldn’t reach. The stranger thrust gently, fucking his throat in shallow strokes. Alex moaned around the length filling his mouth and nudging the back of his throat, the vibration of his pleasure pulling another guttural sound from the stranger.
It didn’t take long. The cock pulsed and swelled before hot spurts of cum coated his tongue. Alex swallowed greedily determined to milk every drop. His eyes fluttered shut in that familiar rush of filthy satisfaction. The stranger pulled back with a satisfied sigh. Alex spied his glistening cock being stuffed back into boxer briefs before being zipped up. The stall door banged shut behind the stranger as he left unceremoniously.
Alex sat on the toilet seat in the following silence breathing hard with his cock straining painfully against his jeans. His nervous tapping from before had eased. Now all that was left was the thrill. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, already hungry for more. These nights… one was never enough.
Not much time later, another set of footsteps approached. Slower this time with a heavier tread like on boots. The neighboring stall door opened again. The lock clicked and Alex tapped his foot.
His gaze dropped to the floor. Just like he thought, worn brown work boots peaked under the partition. There were familiar scuffs at the toes with the laces fraying on the left boot. There was also a faded paint splatter on the right one. Alex was trying to place them. He could picture them, but where…
Then it hit him. These were the same boots he’d seen a hundred times before on the back porch, in the garage, kicking off mud after long days on the job site. His stomach flipped. His dad’s work boots. Just as the realization settled in his gut, a thick cock pushed through the glory hole.
Alex froze on his perch while his pulse roared in his ears. A raging storm of panic and something darker, hotter, twisted low in his gut and filled his brain with static. No. Fuck. It can’t be.
But the cock hanging through the hole was growing thicker. He was larger than the first stranger’s with a slight upward curve and a heavy set of balls hanging low beneath it. While the first stranger kept his pubic hair trimmed and neat, this second man, his dad, was hairy and unkempt. The scent that hit him next was unmistakable. It was musky and warm with that faint edge of Irish Spring soap his father always used and the earthy sweat that clung to him from the construction site. Alex’s stomach twisted violently again. A sick cocktail of horror, shame, and… arousal made his own neglected dick throb painfully in his jeans.
He stayed frozen on his seat, heart slamming hard against his ribs. His dad’s cock twitched impatiently at a hefty eight inches. A clear bead of precum forming at the slit. From the other side came a low grunt, familiarly impatient. It was the same sound Alex had heard a thousand times before when his dad wanted another beer or told him to hurry up with chores.
Despite his better judgement, Alex shifted off the seat to his knees on the dirty tile floor. His father’s cock angled downward even at full hardness, it was that heavy. His hands shook as he reached up. His fingertips brushed the warm, velvety shaft, and a jolt shot straight to his groin. This was wrong. So fucking wrong. But the heat pooling in his belly clouded his judgment. Slowly, almost reverently, he wrapped his fingers around the base feeling the stiff girth in his grip.
He leaned in brushing his nose against the soft skin, inhaling deeply. The scent of his dad’s natural musk straight from the source made his head spin. He dragged his tongue along the underside in one long, trembling lick, tasting his father in the most perverse way a son could.
A deep, rumbling groan sounded from behind the partition. “That’s it…” The words were barely whispered, rough and low, but Alex recognized the timbre instantly. There was no doubt this man was his father.
Alex’s logical mind screamed at him to pull back and run back home, but his body betrayed him. Instead of being the reasonable son his father raised him to be, he parted his lips and took the head into his mouth. He started sucking gently, swirling his tongue just like he had with the first stranger. The meaty cock jerked hard, pushing deeper into his mouth. Alex relaxed his throat and sank down further, pushing himself to take more than he usually tried to, driven by some twisted need to please, to worship, the man that nurtured him.
His dad’s hips rolled forward slowly, feeding him more of that thick length. Alex’s eyes watered, not just from the stretch, but from the overwhelming flood of emotions. Guilt, lust, fear, and a filthy thrill that made his own cock leak steadily into his underwear. He bobbed his head with a building rhythm, one hand stroking the thick base while the other cupped those heavy balls, rolling them gently the way he imagined a good son never should.
Another low groan filtered through the partition, lower this time and edged with pleasure. “Fuck… good mouth.”
The praise hit Alex like a spark on dry kindling, igniting his desire hotter than any other venture to this filthy public bathroom. He moaned softly around the cock sliding down his throat, the vibration pulling a hiss from his father. His dad matched his pace, fucking his mouth with slow, deep strokes. He was savoring it too, neither of them in any rush to finish. Alex’s mind raced with questions he didn’t want answers to, but his body only wanted more of the weight on his tongue, the stretch in his jaw, the humiliating thrill of kneeling for the man who had been larger than life ever since Alex was a boy.
He sucked harder, cheeks hollowing as he lost himself in the wet, obscene sounds echoing in the stall. The heat between them thickened, heavy with forbidden tension as Alex gave in to the slow, burning need consuming him from the inside out. His dad’s cock throbbed heavily in his mouth, pulsing with every heartbeat. He pulled back slowly and let the thick head rest on his tongue while he caught his breath. His mind was a whirlwind. This is Dad, this is so fucked up. The shame only made his own dick throb harder against his zipper.
Then he started experimenting.
First, he tried long, slow licks from base to tip, dragging the flat of his tongue along the thick vein underneath. The response was immediate. A low, appreciative rumble from the other side and a fresh bead of precum that he eagerly lapped up. Feeling encouraged, Alex swirled his tongue around the sensitive ridge of the head in tight circles, flicking the underside where it met the shaft. His dad’s hips jerked forward sharply. There.
He did it again, slower this time, pressing the tip of his tongue right into that little V-shaped spot under the crown while sucking gently with his lips. He was practically suckling on his dad’s cock. It swelled noticeably, growing impossibly harder between his lips. A thick drop of precum oozed out, salty and warm. Alex moaned a little louder as he swallowed it down.
“Shit…” came the hoarse whisper through the wall. That voice. Deep and rough, safe and comforting, though tinged with a heat Alex had never heard before. Alex’s pulse raced. He tightened his hold around the base adding firm twists to his strokes while his mouth focused on the head. He alternated between gentle suction and rapid little flicks of his tongue, then tried hollowing his cheeks and taking him deeper. The head nudged against the back of his throat. The thick piece of meat pulsed hard, feeding him more salty nectar.
He pulled off for a moment, breathing hotly over the wet shaft before diving back in with tight, wet suction focused mostly on the tip while his hand pumped the thick length in long, twisting strokes. He pressed his tongue flat and firm against that sensitive underside spot again, rubbing it steadily as he sucked. His dad’s cock surged in his mouth, swelling to full, aching hardness. A steady leak of precum began flowing freely now, coating Alex’s tongue with every bob of his head. The low groans grew deeper and more frequent, almost desperate while growing in intensity. That’s it.
Alex zeroed in, locking onto the combination that made his father’s hips buck. Tight suction around the head, firm tongue pressure right on his frenulum with a slow, corkscrewing stroke with his fist starting at the base. He worked it with building confidence as the wet sounds filled the stall. Every time he dragged his tongue just right, another thick drop would leak out, and his dad would push forward with a ragged breath chasing the pleasure.
Alex’s own cock continued making a mess of his underwear, untouched and aching. The heat between them felt unbearable now, thick with tension and the wrongness of it all that only Alex could fully grasp. He kept working that perfect rhythm savoring every twitch, every swell, every desperate little thrust his father gave through the glory hole. He was learning exactly how to make his own dad’s cock throb and drip for him.
Thick drops of precum coated his tongue with every perfect swirl and suck. He kept that rhythm locked. His mouth was watering so much saliva was dripping down his dad’s balls as he slurped hungrily. Then his dad shifted.
The man pressed his hips flush against the glory hole making the partition wall creak as he leaned his full weight into it. Alex could hear the faint rustle of denim and the soft thud of his dad’s forehead resting against the other side of the thin wall. Those worn work boots shifted closer, the toes passing beneath the partition.
“Fuck… that’s it, kid,” his dad muttered, his voice low and rough with lust. “You’re doing so goddamn good. Real good mouth on you… just like that. Don’t stop.”
The words jolted Alex like a live wire. Kid. His father said it so casually, completely unaware that it was his own kid on his knees sucking him. Alex’s face burned with shame, but his cock throbbed so hard it hurt. He couldn’t help it anymore.
With his free hand, Alex fumbled desperately at his jeans to pop open the button and yank the zipper down. His hard cock sprang out, flushed and leaking, slapping against his stomach. He wrapped his fist around himself and started stroking in time with his bobbing mouth. Slow, firm pulls that made his father’s hips twitch and Alex’s balls tighten.
His dad groaned again deeper this time, his hips grinding forward in faster, needy thrusts. “Yeah… just like that. You really know how to work a cock, don’t you? Sucking me so nice and wet… swallowing all that precum.”
Alex moaned loudly around the thick length, the vibration pulling another string of filthy praise from his father. He stroked himself faster, thumb swirling over his own leaking head while his mouth maintained that devastating pattern. The wet slurps filled the stall, echoing off the tiles. His dad’s heavy balls pressed against the edge of the hole as he pushed even closer, desperate for more of his son’s mouth.
“Shit… you’re gonna make me lose it if you keep that up,” his dad breathed, voice strained and husky. “Good boy… such a good fucking mouth.”
Alex’s hand flew over his own cock, squeezing and twisting, lost in the heat and the unbearable wrongness of it all. His dad’s familiar voice paired with the new taste of his manhood was too much. The tension coiled tighter in his gut, filthy and electric, as he kept worshiping the cock that made him while stroking himself closer and closer to the edge right there on the dirty restroom floor.
The praise kept flowing low and ragged, feeding the fire in Alex’s veins. His dad’s hips jerked harder against the wall, the partition creaking as he pressed even closer, chasing the pleasure. His father was fucking his mouth through the stall wall.
“Goddamn… you’re incredible,” his dad groaned, voice hoarse and breaking. “Best fucking mouth I’ve ever had… shit, kid. You’re gonna make me cum.”
Alex’s heart hammered wildly. He kept working him relentlessly, moaning around the thick cock as it pulsed and leaked heavier on his tongue. The wet, filthy sounds of his sucking filled the stall and Alex’s head, mixing with his dad’s deep grunts. His dad’s cock swelled between his lips, the head flaring against his tongue.
“Fuck—here it comes—take it all—”
The first thick rope of cum blasted across Alex’s tongue, hot and heavy. Then another, and another, flooding his mouth in powerful spurts. Lost in the raw heat of it, Alex stopped stroking himself completely. He simply gripped his own throbbing cock hard at the base, squeezing it almost painfully as he swallowed again and again, drinking down every drop of his father’s load. The taste was stronger, saltier, more intense than anyone he had blown before. It was intoxicating in its perversion.
His dad kept groaning through it, hips twitching as he emptied himself. “That’s it… good boy. Swallow it all. Christ, that’s the best head I’ve ever gotten. So hungry for it… fuck, you’re perfect.”
Alex milked him gently until the last weak spurts faded, then slowly pulled off with a wet pop, breathing hard. Strings of saliva and cum stretched from his swollen lips to the glistening dad cock in front of him before breaking. He stayed on his knees with his chest heaving, his own needy dick rock-hard and leaking in his tight grip.
A long, satisfied sigh came from the other side. Then the sound of a zipper followed by a clinking belt and the rustle of clothes. The worn brown work boots shifted back slightly.
Alex barely had time to catch his breath before he heard the soft thud of knees hitting the tile on the other side of the wall. His dad had gotten down on the floor. He quickly ducked out of his dad’s eyeline through the glory hole.
A pause. Then that deep, familiar voice, now thick with something darker and hungrier.
“Your turn, bud.”
Alex sat frozen on his knees, chest still heaving, the thick, salty taste of his father’s cum lingering heavy on his tongue. His cock throbbed violently in his grip now leaking steadily onto the dirty tile floor. The words echoed in his head like a thunderclap. Your turn, bud. His dad, the man who had coached his Little League games, who grilled steaks on Sundays, who clapped him on the back after every accomplishment, was on his knees in a filthy public restroom, offering to suck off who he believed was a complete stranger. Your turn, son.
The revelation hit Alex like a drug. The willingness. The hunger. His own straight-laced father, happily married and masculine as they come, was so turned on by the anonymous mouth that had just drained his balls that he was ready to return the favor without hesitation. His dad was a slut just like him. The last of Alex’s shame and resistance crumbled completely.
“Fuck…” he whispered under his breath, voice shaking. His heart pounded so hard he felt dizzy. Anticipation burned through him, making his cock twitch harder in his stranglehold around his base. Another bead of precum rolled down his flushed shaft. He couldn’t say no. Not now. Not when the man on the other side of the wall wanted this so badly. Slowly, trembling, Alex stood on shaky knees. He inched forward and aimed his aching cock toward the glory hole. He pushed it through, the fluorescent lighting making his dick glisten from his need to cum as it slipped into the other stall. A low, appreciative hum came from his dad.
“Damn… nice cock,” his father muttered, voice still thick with lust. A rough, calloused hand wrapped around the shaft, giving him a slow, testing stroke. Alex bit his lip hard to keep from moaning out loud, his hips jerking forward instinctively. Then came the wet heat.
His dad didn’t tease. He took him in deep on the first try. His warm, wet mouth slid down Alex’s length with surprising skill. The sensation was overwhelming. Alex’s eyes rolled back as his father’s tongue pressed flat along the underside, sucking firmly while his hand twisted gently with each stroke.
Shit… Dad, Alex thought, the words screaming silently in his head as those lips moved up and down his cock in long, hungry pulls. This was the same mouth that had kissed him goodnight as a kid now wrapped around his dick sucking hungrily and grunting like it was the best thing he’d tasted. Alex danced dangerously close to the edge.
His dad pulled off just long enough to murmur against his slick shaft, “You taste good, kid. Real good,” before sinking back down to take him even deeper, his throat relaxing to swallow around the head. Alex gripped the top of the partition wall with both hands with his forehead pressed against the cool plastic, breathing utterly ragged. The slow, wet heat of his father’s mouth was perfect. The taboo of it all made every swirl of that tongue feel euphoric. He was helpless to resist. Completely lost in the burning, filthy pleasure of his dad’s eager mouth.
Alex gripped the top of the partition wall tighter until his knuckles went white as his dad’s mouth worshipped his own son’s cock. Alex had never gotten head that felt so good. Hearing that comforting voice reduced to soft, obscene slurps and occasional satisfied hums as his father sucked him deeper had Alex’s thighs trembling.
He tried to hold back, tried to make it last, but the reality of the situation was too much. He couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like without the wall between them. What would it feel like to have his dad kneeling in the family room? In the garage? In his dad’s own bedroom?
“Fuck… I’m close,” Alex whispered, barely loud enough to be heard and distorted by his whimpering.
His dad started sucking harder, one rough hand cupping Alex’s balls and rolling them gently while his mouth maintained that perfect suction. The pressure built fast, coiling tight and hot in Alex’s core. Then all at once it snapped.
Alex’s hips jerked forward as his orgasm crashed over him. Thick ropes of cum pulsed hard down his father’s throat. He bit his lip to stifle the loud moan threatening to escape, eyes squeezed shut and body trembling as he unloaded wave after wave of pleasure. His dad didn’t pull away. He swallowed greedily around the pulsing cock, just as Alex had done for him earlier, milking every drop with appreciative moans that vibrated through Alex’s sensitive length. He took it all, not spilling a single drop, sucking gently through the aftershocks until Alex was spent and twitching.
Finally, his dad pulled off slowly, giving the head one last lingering lick before releasing him. “Goddamn… that was one of the best loads I’ve swallowed in a long time,” he murmured, voice husky and satisfied. “You taste real good. I hope we meet again. Need more of that mouth. And cock.”
The praise made Alex’s nerves feel pleasantly fuzzy like he was tipsy, or maybe that was the intense orgasm. Then came the sound of his dad climbing back to his feet. The rustle of clothes being adjusted, the zipper going up, and the heavy tread of those beaten up work boots as he stepped out of the stall. The restroom door creaked open and shut behind him, leaving Alex alone in the dimly lit stall. He stayed there for a long moment, forehead pressed against the cool partition, catching his breath while his cock still hung soft and slick through the glory hole. His mind spun with everything that had just happened. The taste of his dad on his tongue, the memory of his dad’s skilled mouth around him, the filthy praise ringing in his ears.
The night air suddenly felt much heavier. The hunger inside him was far from satisfied. It only burned hotter.
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