Turning the tables

It was really the first time I had ever gone to the park toilets and sucked a cock through a glory hole. I had thought about it and fantasized about it, but until that day, I had never done it. For weeks, I had been as horny as hell just thinking about it, but then again, what 18-year-old isn't horny at least 24 hours a day?

I'd known I was gay for the past two years. Ever since I started to fantasize about my English teacher. I used to go to school and get a hard-on first thing in the morning, just thinking about him and waiting for his class to begin. He was about 40, slightly greying hair and VERY HOT! Sporting a thick, well groomed goatee he wore his
tight sport shirts open at the neck so I could see all black curly hair all over his chest. And I've always had a thing about older guys.

But my dad is a real hunk too. Very broad shoulders that taper own into a narrow waist, thick dark hair and a full black moustache. He has that raw, natural sex appeal. Of course he's all man, and if he knew his son was a cocksucker, he'd be shocked.

The other day I went to the park after school and went into the centre cubicle if the men's bogs. No one is ever in that park in the afternoon except the cocksuckers and guys wanting to get sucked. I had been there about a half-hour and I already sucked a couple of cocks, one belonging to a big hot stud in a footie top that indicated he played at high school. He was hot! His cock was long and thick and he'd shot so much cum into my mouth that I couldn't swallow it fast enough. A lot of it had dripped down my chin and onto my clothing.

Then a bearded guy in a business suit came in who pulled his cock out of the hole before shooting his load into his hand.

I decided to wait a few more minutes and then go home when another guy came in. He pulled out his big thick cock and shoved it through the hole. It was veiny with a mushroom-shaped head that was enormous. He rammed it down my throat and then pulled it out just as fast, and kept this up while I continued to lick all the way around his enormous prick. I was sure my jaws would break with the hammering they were taking. Then I could feel him tense up and release as he shot a huge load into my waiting mouth. I swallowed his mammoth load and hear him say in a very low voice, "Thanks."

I stood up, wiped off my face with some toilet paper and then stepped out of the stall. Standing there, combing his hair was my father! Holy fuck!!! I had just sucked off my own dad. He didn't seem to know how to react; neither did I. He tried to look surprised, then I could see an angry expression form on his face. It was not the
easiest of circumstances.

"Fuck!" he yelled. "My perverted son is a fucking cottage cocksucker! He grabbed me roughly by the arm and literally dragged me to his car. We didn't talk at all on the way home, and I was relieved when we pulled in the driveway. I headed toward the front door, but he motioned me toward the garage. I followed him, very much afraid of what would come next.

He sat down on a crate and pulled me over his lap and told me he was going to beat my ass until it was red and blistered. He pulled down my Levis and jockey shorts and began slapping my ass with those huge, rough hands of his. I cried out with each smack until he told me to shut the fuck up and take it like a man. Then he pulled a rag off the shelf and shoved it in my mouth. My ass was red hot and sore as hell, but much to my surprise, my cock was rock hard. He just kept hitting my ass harder and harder until he finally felt I had enough. My hand reached for my burning arse cheeks, certain there would be blood. I was thankful to discover there wasn't. He just looked at me without saying a word. I wasn't sure if he were still angry or whether he was going to start beating me again. Finally, he started to talk.

"So my son's suckin' cock in the park, huh? Well, we all know that cock suckers love to get their asses plugged. Right?" And with that, he smiled what seemed at the time to be the most evil smile I ever saw.

I was a virgin so far as getting fucked was concerned. I had thought about it, but not seriously. I was really frightened at the thought of some large muscle invading my asshole. As he unbuttoned his pants, I could see his enormous dick again. Surely, he wasn't going to try and fuck me with that! But then he shoved me face down on an old sofa in the garage and spit into his hand. After coating his cock with the saliva in his hand, there was nothing more to imagine. He actually intended to fuck me. Before I could adjust to the idea, he rammed his cock into me with one enormous shove. My ass was burning inside and I wanted to scream. But the rag he had shoved in my mouth muffled any sound I wanted to make.

His sudden entry was painful and I struggled to get away from him. But he wrapped his enormous forearm around my neck and held me in position. "Okay, buster, now you're gonna take it like a man," he said, as he started to pound my arse-hole. He pulled his cock out of me slowly, then quickly shoved in back inside me until his hot, muscled thighs were pounding against my previously virgin arse.

"My son, the queer, likes to get fucked, does he?, he sneered. "Well, this is one fucking you're never going to forget.

He pounded his cock inside me like a jackhammer, then made broad, circular motions inside me, like he was trying to drill a new asshole. Then he took my rock-hard prick into his hand and started to jack me off. With each stroke, he shoved his cock in deeply and withdrew it. He grabbed my balls with his other hand and pulled on
them hard as he jacked away. I was ready to cum.

He rammed harder and harder, and then, without warning, he pulled his dick out of my arse and shoved me to the floor. Standing over me, he jacked himself off and shot his huge load all over my face. My own cock jumped and I shot too. Some of his cum hit me in the eye and it was burning. He grabbed another rag off the shelf and tossed it to me. Walking toward the door, he turned and smile, "Clean up you queer-boy and get your arse in the house for dinner."

I wheeled around and said defiantly, "Wait a minute, Dad, I want to talk to you. What do you think Mum would say if she found out you fucked your son? Or what do you think she should say if she knew that big, hot dick of yours was sticking through every glory hole in town? I don't think she'd like it."

"You little cunt," he shot back. "Not only are you a damned fucking poofter, you're a fucking snitch too. I'm not gonna take that kind of crap from you. And I'm not about to be blackmailed."

"No, Dad," that's not what I had in mind. But there is something you ARE gonna take from me," I grinned while unzipping my pants, and taking out my now rock-hard dick. "You're gonna do what I say, or I'm gonna tell her everything."

Dad paled at my threat. I had him by the balls, so to speak, and although he wasn't ready to admit it quite yet, he knew it.

"Now drop your pants, bend over and grab you're ankles, turkey. Now YOU'RE going to learn what it feels like to get the big dick shoved up YOUR butt."

"You damned little prick. I oughta beat the shit out of you for even thinking such a thing. If you think you're gonna fuck me, you're out of your dirty mind," he snarled. "Well, Dad, it's either that, or I have a heart-to-heart talk with Mum," I grinned. "And it'll be all over town that you fucked you're own son!"

I grabbed some hand cleanser, the kind mechanics use, off the work bench and handed it to him. You better smear some of this around your arsehole, or it's going to hurt," I ordered. "Christ, I don't believe this! Come on, kid, I was only playing around this afternoon. And I thought you'd enjoy a little action. I know how horny a boy
your age can get," he said, obviously trying to assuage me. "I was just trying to help."

"Well, Dad, it looks like it's my turn to help you," I smiled back. "Now bend over and spread those fucking cheeks." He looked frantic, very much like a caged tiger that knows all the escape doors are closed.

"Please don't make me do this," his voice said pleadingly. "You'll ruin me. I've heard that once a man gets fucked, he's a queer for life. Do you want to do that to me?" "That's not my problem," I said with an evil grin on my face. "I just want to stick my dick in you to let you know what it feels like. And if you don't get your pants down right now, I'm gonna tell."

Dad was defeated and he knew it. He really didn't have any options unless he wanted it all over town that he was fucking his son. As he bent over slowly, I approached his hot hairy arse from behind.

With some of the excess lube from his asshole, I lathered up my dick and pressed it against his asshole. The hairs around that hot hole felt hot as I got into final position for the long drive home. As I shoved it in, he let out a loud scream. "Oh, god! That hurts like a son-of-a-bitch!" Poor Dad. He forgot that his faggot son had a cock like a fucking stud horse. As my cock went further and further into his tight arsehole, I could feel that tight, hot muscle wrapping itself around me, giving me just the friction I needed.

"Oh my god, "he whimpered, as I began to slide my rock hard cock in and out of him. "Okay, arsehole, now get over on your back and get those fucking legs up" On his back, he looked hotter than ever, and I noticed his was
starting to beat himself off as I was pounding him. The look of horror that had been on his face only seconds ago was replaced by one that indicated he was actually enjoying it! I undid his shirt exposing a dense expanse of black hair covering every inch of his heaving chest. A few more thrusts and I exploded, sending one hot load of hot, white cream after another into that hot, hairy arsehole. When I finished, I picked up the rag he had shoved in my mouth and tossed it back to him.

"Here you go, Dad. Clean out your ass. Wouldn't want Mum to know you just got his butt fucked by a queer boy, would we?"

"No, I don't think we would," he said, almost grinning. As we walked back into the house, he started to put his arm around me affectionately. Then he caught himself and pulled back. I could tell that a certain closeness had developed between us within the past few hours, one that would probably last for a long time.