Eric's story

Reunion

Twenty years old and the boy had become a man, well as far as Eric was concerned.

Still happily living with his boyfriend Matt, and working as a fitness trainer at the gym.

Thoughts of being in a monogamous relationship with Matt couldn't be further from Eric’s mind, which not that long ago would have been the only kind of relationship that he would have considered.

He got a huge turn on from watching Matt playing with other blokes, and a thrill from Matt watching whilst he played with someone else.

They had threesomes, foursomes, and moresomes, if that is even a proper word, with Eric improving his skills as a top, whilst still enjoying being a hungry bottom boy.

There had been some playful experimentation with role play and kink, blindfolds, handcuffs, and vibrators finding their way into the bedroom, and used on a regular basis, and Eric occasionally using the term sir or Mr Powell, in reference to when Matt had been his PE teacher, which seemed a lifetime ago.

The once baggy t-shirts that concealed skinny build had been totally replaced by athletic fitting ones that showed off his gym bunny body. He had a new lease of confidence, but hadn't become conceited or arrogant.

It was Eric's day off work at the gym, and during his morning run he took a diversion down the high street, slowing down as he got to Mark's, the department store, and feeling an urgent need to piss.

The department store wasn't very busy, which was just well because his ever so small jogging shorts and damp sweaty tight fitting t-shirt hardly seemed to be the appropriate attire. Eric went up the escalator, and through the men’s clothing section, looking at things as he passed that he would never actually dream of wearing.

He could see the gent’s toilets sign by the canteen, and he couldn't help but recall the story about a glory hole from the dinner party some time back.

Through two sets of doors, and down the end of a narrow well lit corridor, Eric reached the toilets. Spotlessly clean, and fresh lemon scented, three cubicles all vacant and gleaming white, and two urinals with no privacy barriers between, which Eric made a mental note of, always a good place to spy cock.

The first locker seemed pretty normal. A lack of graffiti, and a lack of a glory hole. Eric tried the second cubicle, not holding out much hope. It was far too clean and well maintained.

There beside the toilet roll dispenser a piece of square toilet paper clung to the wall. Eric went in for a closer look, and to his delight found there to be a hole beneath, straight in to the adjoining cubicle.

 Eric closed and locked the door, removing the piece of paper, before starting to take a piss, the sound of the entrance door opening was followed by footsteps, and someone entering the next cubicle. The one to which the hole was connected.

It was a far cry from the piss stinking grotty toilets at the park he had once frequented in south London, but clearly it was used for brief encounters and anonymous relief. And the moment he had finished pissing Eric began to stroke, listening to the sound of a hefty stream hitting the toilet bowl, and eager to take a sneak peek.

Crouched down with an eye at the hole, a healthy fat penis came into view. A large exposed head shaped like a mushroom on a short stubby shaft, a golden stream spraying with the force of a power washer.

Admiring the cock on display Eric stroked his prick, watching as the stream began to ease to no more than a dribble. A few tugs and a few shakes dislodged any remaining drops, and then that was followed by some gentle stroking.

"Strike" Eric whispered as he watched the tell tale sign of interest.

The stranger began to rotate his body to face the hole, knowing that he was being watched, his meaty cock quickly becoming filled out, and growing in length.

With his forefinger Eric followed the circumference inside the hole, signalling his interest to proceed. And he watched as the penis quickly got closer, the bulbous glans of circumcised cock burrowing through the hole, and proving to be a tight squeeze.

Eric spent a brief moment studying the fat circumcised cock close up, the thick shaft that looked slender compared to the size of the enormous head with deep ridge, his saliva glands already going into overdrive in readiness.

"That is one hell of a gorgeous cock" Eric muttered, the cock pulsating hard suggesting that he had been heard, a single bead of clear pre-cum appearing at the open piss slit.

With hungry mouth Eric opened wide and engulfed the juicy scarlet shroom, being careful not to drag his teeth over sensitive skin of the lollipop like dick.

Sucking expertly like the proud cock sucker he was, and compelled to suck harder by the guttural groans of the grateful recipient, who was a complete mystery man. Eric didn't care about the fact that he didn't know what the man looked like, that was all part of the thrill. A cock was a cock. And Eric loved that they came in a variety of sizes and shapes, not to mention tastes.

The cock was pulled away hastily, perhaps the man was keen not to shoot too soon, and Eric saw an open willing mouth appear at the hole, and wasted no time in shoving his member through to fill it.

"Oh fuck yeah" Eric gasped loudly, the powerful suction of bearded mouth taking him by surprise.

It was just a matter of minutes before Eric felt the build up of impending orgasm, and politely he gave forewarning "I am gonna shoot"

There was no slowing down or easing off, if anything there was an enthusiastic gusto that suggested the load would be gratefully received.

"I am coming" Eric gasped, giving one last precautionary warning as he began to tense up muscles and shudder, the orgasm already washing over him in waves, until...

"Oh fuck yeah" Eric cried out as a rather hefty load was devoured with the sound of gulping and gagging, the mouth jammed down cock as more was released, and forcefully swallowed until Eric was drained.

"Fuck you needed that didn't you" a masculine voice said through gasps for air, a clearly south London accent.

Eric wasn't the kind of guy to blow and go. He wanted to reciprocate, he wanted to feel that huge shroom spew in his mouth, and so he dropped down to his knees and waited, a finger at the hole to confirm that he wanted to finish what he had started.

Not much coaxing was required by Eric's mouth and tongue. His jaw stretched wide, his lips clasped around shaft, the sucking motion bringing about a bountiful batch of thick man juice.

"Oh fucking hell I am gonna shoot" came the deep loud voice, giving very little notice as the thick salty batch came gushing out, making Eric quickly swallow again and again.

Pulling away and releasing a sigh of satisfaction Eric watched the member pulled through the hole.

"Thanks fella" the stranger said as Eric pulled up his shorts and composed himself.

"You are welcome mate" Eric responded with a big grin.

Stood at the sink washing his hands Eric was unsure if he wanted to hang around to see who he had just given head. Sometimes it was better not to know and leave with the fantasy, but today Eric was curious. The sexy manly voice with south London accent intrigued him.

The door swung open and Eric looked at the reflection in the mirror, a handsome tall brown haired bearded man, late thirties, with a bear size stature, whose face suddenly became way too familiar. Eric turned his head, the expression on his face made the man look at him curiously.

There was no sense that the man recognised Eric, but how could he after so long. But a single word quickly made the man's mouth drop open.

"Dad"...

* * * *

Sat in the canteen in Mark's, surrounded by the blue rinse and pink rinse brigade of old ladies nattering and gossiping loudly, Eric watched his Dad approach from the counter with two cups of coffee.

"This is not how I imagined we would meet up" his Dad said faking a chuckle as he put the coffee cups down before pulling out a plastic orange chair.

Meeting his Dad by sucking his meat through a glory hole wasn't Eric's idea of a reunion either. He could still taste the flavour of his cock and thick cum lingering in his mouth.

As Eric looked at the man opposite he didn't remember his Dad being so... so attractive. Maybe it was the addition of a bushy beard and the very short cropped hair that made him appealing. Not to mention a few extra pounds that he wore very, very well.

"You used to wear glasses" his Dad commented examining his son closely

"I got contact lenses" Eric explained

"Right, got ya. And you were really scrawny, now you are really buff"

"The gym" Eric said before adding "I work at a gym so I got beefed up"

"I certainly say" his Dad said with a big smile, his gaze appearing to be checking out his son's body approvingly.

"So does your mother know?" Eric's Dad enquired changing the topic and taking a sip of coffee

"She kicked me out of the house when I was 16 for being gay" Eric stated in a rather calm tone

"Fucking shit bitch. How could she... I mean I understood when she wanted me to leave like"

Eric cut in quickly, sounding surprised "wait... she kicked you out?"

"Yeah. Why what did she tell you?"

With a look of disbelief Eric shook his head "she told me you just fucked off. Done a runner"

"No... Not at all..." his Dad said with raised eyebrows

"You remember Darren's Dad right?" He began to explain.

Eric nodded and listened intently

"Well, his Mrs, Sandra, she came home early and caught us... well let’s just say in a rather compromising position"

"I thought he was in the clink" Eric remarked

"No son" his Dad said. "Prison just sounded better than telling people he was caught getting boned by his mate"

"So mom found out you were...?" Eric asked

"Fucking big gob Sandra told your mother alright. She knew before I even got home"

Eric sat trying to process the information. It made sense now that his mom blamed his Dad for being gay.

"Anyway we both moved to the south coast to live in a caravan, and your mother wouldn't let me have any contact or communication with you” his Dad explained, picking up his coffee and muttering “fucking bitch” before taking a sip. “Anyway after six months the fucker gets engaged to some bird, telling me he is straight after all"

Eric give his Dad a sympathetic look, he knew what that felt like, being ditched for a girl, and for the first time understanding the truth about his Dad he felt a deeper connection, and not just because the fact that they had just sucked each other off.

"Fucking straight... straight in the FUCKING ASS more like" his Dad said a little loudly, bringing the neighbouring table of old ladies to a swift silence.

"Did you want to come back to my place Dad?" Eric asked, figuring that it would be easier to talk more openly, and enjoying using the word Dad.

During the walk home Eric filled his Dad in on Matt, including the fact that he was older, and had been his PE teacher. Something that his Dad found rather intriguing as he demanded to hear the details of how it happened.

"Lucky bugger" his Dad had said upon hearing the story. "I would have given my right testicle to have gotten off with one of my PE teachers, especially in the changing room showers, fuckin horny"

* * * *

Back at the house Eric put the kettle on and the pair fell into a moment of silence and reflection as they stood in the kitchen. The kettle sat on the gas ring seemingly taking forever to boil.

"I must say you look in pretty amazing shape son"

Eric could not help but blush and give a coy smile, appreciating the compliment "it has taken some hard work but it is paying off"

"Yeah. Seriously looks like it" his Dad said stepping closer, his eyes scanning over his son's fit body. "You even have guns. Check them out fella" he said, his hands reaching out and feeling Eric's biceps.

"Bet you got the whole six pack thing going on beneath that t-shirt right"

Eric felt his body quivering at the feel of his Dad's sensual touch. Knowing full well what it could lead to Eric said "lift it up and take a look if you want to see"

It had only been 40 minutes earlier that he had shot a load, but that was 38 minutes more than enough time for Eric's batteries to recharge, and as his Dad began to raise the t-shirt to expose incredibly firm smooth etched stomach, Eric began to get aroused, his thin skimpy running shorts doing very little to conceal it.

"Very nice indeed" his Dad whispered, his right palm stroking in a clockwise circle over flat tummy, finger tips slipping just beneath elastic waistband of running shorts, pushing them down enough to expose a smooth pubic area.

"Shaved" his Dad remarked with a single eyebrow raised, Eric's shorts beginning to tent dramatically. Eric noticed a bulge in his Dad's beige cargo trousers, the distinctive shape of the head that was still embedded in his memory.

"This morning" Eric stated, letting out a sharp gasp from the touch that edged a little lower, just a hairs width from touching his shaft, before clarifying "I just shaved this morning"

"Did you do a good job son?"

Eric felt his shorts teasingly slipping down a little bit more, and the slightest contact of warm skin against cock, just as the kettle began to whistle.

"I think so" Eric said purposefully sounding a little uncertain, removing the kettle from the gas ring, and not even bothering to pour boiling water in the two waiting mugs.

He couldn't quite believe what he was contemplating doing. It was one thing to do it when he didn't know it was his Dad, but now, with full knowledge.

Eric took a deep breath in. His erect cock had never ached so much as it did now. "Do you want to check Dad? Make sure I shaved to your standards"

A smirk confirmed that they were very much on the same page, and Eric felt his t-shirt being dragged up and over his head, and then he watched, with hands limp by his side, as shorts were tugged down, his uncut prick instantly springing upwards once released.

Eric rose each foot in turn as shorts were removed fully, and now he stood naked and exposed, with the exception of his white running socks. He could feel his body trembling with anticipation and excitement. The intense feeling from being nude, and erect, whilst his Dad remained fully dressed, hands exploring freely inch by inch, caressing, touching, groping, a look of total focus on his face as he examined his grown up son unrestricted.

Hands were guided behind back before a finger and thumb of each hand gently played with each nipple. Pulling tenderly, and rubbing in circular motions, as his Dad edged closer, their noses almost touching.

"I created you son" his Dad stated sternly. "You originated from my nut sack, and you were ejected from my cock... My penis son... You’re... DAD'S... PENIS..."

Erick felt his cock bouncing like a rubber ball as he looked into his Dad's fixed gaze, listening intently. His cock suddenly grabbed firmly making his knees buckle.

"I FUCKED you into existence son. My stiff PENIS brought you into this world, and I think it is a son's duty to honour his DAD'S COCK"

The words were evocative, and Eric wanted more than anything to please and pleasure his Dad, in any way.

"I knew the moment that I was ejaculating that I was creating a handsome son. I was visualising you as you travelled from my bollocks and down my shaft into your mother's belly son, yes I fucking was son. I could feel by the throbbing of my COCK that I was making a boy"

Eric gasped as his cock was squeezed hard by powerful manly grip, his hands remained in place behind his back so as not to impede access.

"The day I made you I had not wanked for over a week son. You were part of a flood of cum from your Daddy's COCK son"

There was a brief moment of silence as they stared deeply, and intensely, into one another's eyes. The grip so tight on Eric's cock that he thought the circulation was being cut off.

"I made you with the thought of one day being able to have you son, to be able to BREED you. When my hot SPUNKY LOAD shot from my HARD DICK that day, I just knew one day..."

"Fuck me Dad" Eric cried out eagerly. Desperately wanting to be bare backed by his Dad, and feel his Dad’s hot juices filling him.

"You ready?" A deep guttural voice asked as steely eyes stared deeper

"Yes Dad" Eric gasped

"I said are you ready son?"

Eric had never felt his hole so hungry for a cock, and he pleaded "fuck my ass please Dad. I need to feel you inside me"

* * * *

The sight of his stocky hirsute Dad stripping naked before him, with chunky hairy buttocks, and large hanging hairy balls between meaty thighs, dislodged some long forgotten memory. Visual images from his past, the pair together in the bathroom, Eric sat in a bath full of bubbles, his Dad getting undressed before climbing in to join him.

Eric was confused. Had they taken baths together? He hadn't recalled that before. Somehow those memories had been forgotten, but now they seeped back like water through a hairline crack.

Maybe they weren’t so much forgotten as repressed. As boys we are not supposed to acknowledge any curiosity or fascination with the male naked form, or the penis, least of all our Dad's penis. But Eric had been captivated by his Dad's nakedness during bath time, he remembered that now. The hairy adult body in all its beautiful glory, there on show unashamedly. It had that held a certain attraction he couldn't yet explain at the time, and that give him tingles throughout his body.

He didn't recall ever being told off by his Dad for staring inappropriately. And yet Eric had at some point identified those special moments as dirty and sordid, something to be ashamed about, even though nothing wrong had ever happened. just two males, Dad and son, bathing together.

* * * *

Passionate kissing in a tight naked embrace, hairy body against smooth, was followed by another round of sucking on one another's rock hard cocks, before Eric had been turned around and bent over the kitchen counter, a spit covered finger teasing crack, and then bearded mouth pressed against sensitive ring, a hungry tongue working his hole expertly.

If Eric was to guess the size of his Dad's penis he would have said six inches long, and he had certainly had longer than that stuffed in his hole. But the size of the mushroom head was proving to be a challenge, pushing against tongue drenched hole, and refusing to go in.

There was a sudden sensation of something giving way, like a popping sensation, and the shroom pushed past the barrier and entered fully as they both released a loud gasp.

"Fuck me Dad" Eric begged, the feel of the large head with its deep ridge boring him out

"Oh yeah son" his Dad groaned as he began to pound like a Jack hammer, hands gripping hips.

"My Dad is fucking me" Eric mumbled. The surreal moment had not yet fully registered. He had gone from meeting his Dad in a toilet, to getting shafted by him, in about 90 minutes.

"Fuck yeah son" his Dad growled loudly, his right hand releasing the grip, only to make contact with a slap on buttock making Eric tense up.

A continuous groaning and gasping echoed out, punctuated by the sound of the occasional spanking. The pair lost in the moment of incestuous lust, unaware that the front door had opened, and closed, and that they were being watched.

"I am gonna cum son. I am gonna shoot my spunk inside you"

"Fuck yeah Dad. Fill my asshole with your hot juice"

Their bodies shuddered, and Eric tugged on his stiff prick with an urgency, keen to ejaculate around the same time, whilst oblivious to his boyfriend Matt stood at the doorway.

"Fuck yeah I am gonna breed you son. Dad is going to breed you... oh fuck... fuck yeah"

Eric felt his ass muscles clench with his orgasm, shooting his load mere seconds before he felt a pumping hot load spewing inside... and at that very moment he glanced over to see Matt.