Date: Mon, 3 Mar 2014 16:29:23 -0800 (PST)
From: Danny Boi <knoxstoryguy@yahoo.com>
Subject: First Gloryhole

This story is a fantasy, involving a boy, his dad, and another guy.  If it
is illegal where you are to read this, or you are easily offended, hit the
back button on your web browser until you've reached your home page, and
then step away from the computer.  No animals were harmed during the
writing of this story.  This story is not a contraceptive and will not
prevent the spread of STDs.  If an erection develops that lasts longer than
4 hours, please let me know.  This is my first attempt at writing; I hope
you guys like it.  Feel free to email me if you do.

Dear Mack,

Thanks for the reply.  Sounds like you had a great time.  Wish I'd been
there. Your first gloryhole experience should be memorable; to do it with
your dad (or to have a father and son team on the other side) should be
pretty memorable, but more so if your dear daddy is there with you.  I
remember my first time.  I was about 10-11 years old - there was a fairly
large park my dad had taken me to - I mean BIG, the kind you need a car to
get from one end to the other.  A family of 500 could have a reunion at one
location, and people elsewhere wouldn't even know it.  I had been to this
park, but not where my father took me - the greenways (trails) that
apparently encircled and crisscrossed the park.  Some were fairly open, and
were well used, while others veered off into the more densley planted
areas.  This is where we headed.  I remember passing a few men, only men,
but at the time didn't think too much about it.  I did notice a few of the
men; by then I had already developed a desire to see what was in their
pants, and had had more than one crush on this or that man in the
neighborhood (always young, handsome and masculine men - no boys or teens).
I'm sure I complained or whined about being there...what kid wants to walk
on a boring trail in the woods?  But it would have been useless, as I was
accustomed to be dragged around by either parent as they did this or that.
I don't know what was worse - being bored out of my mind as my dad dragged
me with him as he went tool shopping, or having to wait in the car while he
went into the hardware store, looked at cars, or went into the building
with a neon "XXX" on it.  So, I was used to be dragged around and thinking
nothing of it.  At least we were outside in the woods were I might see
"lions, and tigers, and bears oh my!" HAHA.  I remember some of the guys we
encountered said hello to my dad, some even using his name, so he must have
been here before and knew them.  One young man (today I would describe him
as a college kid) he chatted with briefly, but I don't know what about -
grown-up talk was boring.  I do remember I could make ou the outline of his
cock in his shorts (no underwear?) and couldn't help stare.  Shortly, the
young man jogged off ahead of us and disappeared from sight, and my dad was
left trodding along with his silly son.

Fast forward (your getting bored, aren't ya?)...meeting more men.....ooooh,
look at the butterfly......daddy, my feet are tired.....more men.  At one
point the college guy reappeard, joggin toward us.  I couldn't help staring
at his crotch as he got closer.  He wasn't overly endowed (that I could
see), but he was what you would call cute, and he was wearing skimpy
jogging shorts that were somewhat revealing, so that cought my attention.
Anyway, the guy saw us and slowed down.  And then my dad just stopped, and
since I was holding his hand so did I.  The guy got closer and closer until
he passed us, he and my dad maintaining eye contact.  After he passed us,
my dad asked "ready to go back" kinda loud, and then turned and started
walking back with me in tow before I could even answer.  Mr. collegeguy was
now ahead of us; occasionally he would turn his head, as if to see if we
were still behind him, and if he got too far ahead where we couldn't see
him due to some bend in the trail, he seemed to wait until we were in sight
before proceeding.  At one point he stopped, looked back out us for a bit,
then appeared to step off the trail into the woods.  A few minutes later we
reached the point where he disappeared, and there was a narrow path gowing
into the dense growth.  My dad waited a minute, looking all around, as if
he was unsure, befoe proceeding down the path, dragging me with him.  The
path was pretty overgrown and just wide enough for a single person, so I
traipsed along behind my daddy.  Obviously the park crew were asleep on the
job as this trail was so overgrown it was almost non existent.  I mean, a
person could get lost in there.  In fact, I wondered if we weren't lost,
and where were we going.  My father just shushed me and we proceeded about
5-10 minutes before we came out at the end, next to one of those
rectangular concrete block buildings you see in parks.  I hadn't seen this
one before, so it must have been in a remote part of the park I hadn't been
in.  Didn't look like too many other people had been here either; it had
that almost abandoned feel to it, being next to a somewhat overgrown gravel
parking lot with a gravel drive connecting it to a park road, all
surrounded by woods.  Kinda quiet.  Looking around, daddy quickly steered
me into the building, which turned out to be a public toilet.  It had that
old smell to it - not the oh-my-god-this-toilet-is-disguting kind of smell,
but the kind you find in old, damp concrete buildings.  And it must have
been old, as it still had wood partitions, in various conditions, a few
without doors even.  Don't know how many stalls, probably 6 to 8, but in my
memory must have been 100, as my dad steered me to the second to the last
(door was closed on the last one).  "But I don't have to go to.."
"Sssshhhh, son, come on" and ushered me into the stall and closed the door.
I just stood there staring at him (I hope he isn't gonna make me stay in
here while HE goes to the bathroom).  Daddy kneeled down so he was eye
level to me, and said almost in a whisper "Did you like the man on the
trail?"

"Which one?"

"The jogger, silly."

Nod

"Look" and he turned my head toward the last stall.  There in front of me
was a somewhat large hole in the partition.  What was that for.  "Look" my
dad whispered in my ear, and pushed me toward it.  Peking through the hole
in the partition I could see the college guy, as I recognized the shorts.
What I didn't recognize was his hard cock sticking out of his shorts (they
were actually pulled down to below his balls) as he stood there facing the
toilet, hands on his hips.  I turned to my daddy insurprise and he was just
grinnning.  He took my place at the hole and peeked through.  Then he
pulled his head back, and while watching me he put two fingered into the
hole and gently moved them sideways, like he was carressing the bottom rim
of the hole.  Mr. Gloryholejunky you will never guess what happened next.
The man stuck his hard cock in the hole til it was sticking into our stall.
It was about 6 inches of hard cock, sticking up about 45 degrees, head
flaring.  Have you ever heard of such a thing?  Then my daddy, keeping his
head sideways so he could keep eye contact with me (and I could see him)
moved up and extended his tongue til it was a pink, wet arrow and began
gently licking the cock head in a teasing manner, then licking more, and
moving onto the shaft, back up to the head, the whole time watching me.  I
wish I could tell you my reaction, but my memory is limited to what I saw
and felt.  Daddy raised his head up and capped the cock head with his lips,
then grabbing the shaft and gently jacking it as he sucked the head.
Presently, he stopped looking at me, closing his eyes (in extasy?) and
turned so he could suck the cock into his mouth, and began to bob his head
up and down on the cock.  I moved to the side where I could see him (damn
toilet, why did it have to be in the way.  why can't architects design
these things so two people can fit in the stalls comfortable?).  I watched
my dad suck that cock, it was awsome Mr. GHJ.  Soon he came off it, holding
the shaft with his hand so it was pointing straight out.  "C'mon" he said
and tugged me til I was infront of the cock, then gently pushed the back of
my head toward the cock head in front of me.  I opened my mouth and then it
was in me, the cockhead filling my young mouth.  "Mmmmmm, yeah.  Suck it
like I tought you" my daddy whispered as he continued to jack the shaft.
"Take some more" as he pressed the back of my head I went to far and almost
gagged, bu backed up and continued to suck the head and about an inch of
shaft.  I heard my daddy rustling with his pants, then he grabbed my hand
and placed it on his hard cock; of course I couldn't see it with my
attention on the dick in my mouth, but I knew what his cock felt like in my
hands.  Leaning into my ear he licked around the edge with the tip of his
tonge and whispered to me "suck that cock, Danny.  show daddy what a good
boy you are.  Oh daddy likes watching you suck cock......mmmmm you like
that cock in your mouth, dontchya boy?"  I could only moan a response as my
mouth was filled with yummy cock.  Daddy trailed his tongues tip from my
ear around to my mouth, crowding his head in so he could tease the shaft as
I slurped on the head.

"Let me have some"

I pulled off the cock and my dad moved in place and started sucking the
man's cock in earnest, the whole time jacking his own cock.  I kneeled
there and watched my handsome father slurping on another man's dick poking
through a hole.  He started moaning - the man on the other side of the
plywood, too.  Finally daddy went down on teh cock and let out a long
whimpery moan, muffled by the cock in his mouth.  The guy must have been
coming in his mouth.  He started bobbing fast again before coming off the
wet cock which withdrew through the hole.  Jacking his cock with one hand,
my daddy put the other behind my hed and pulled me to him and gave me a
kiss, his cummy tongue fucking my mouth.  he himself came then too,
shooting all over the partition and floor, but I didn't see it as I was in
a surprise lip lock with him.  Letting up, I heard the other guy make a
quick exit and daddy quickly got up and pulled me up to.  After putting his
cock away and straightening out himself, he checked me out, brushing off my
knees as best he could.  He then grabbed my hand and rushed me out of the
building (gee, why was everyone so eager to leave so quickly).

Well, that was MY first gloryhole experience.  I'll let you be the judge if
it even comes (cums?) close to your's.  Hope to hear from you again soon.

Danny Boi