I knew something was wrong the moment I walked through the door. My son had been acting very strange for months now, avoiding me and ignoring me, shutting himself up in his room, going out with friends I'd never met. I was worried. Losing his mother had hurt him as much as it had wounded me. We should have been drawn closer. Instead, there was a canyon between us that I thought we could never bridge.
There were two boys I'd never met standing in my living room when I walked in. The look of shock on their faces alarmed me. The fact that they both had their dicks out and were masturbating was worse. "Shit!" one of them yelled. I barely heard him over the loud music coming from upstairs, from Sean's room. The two boys scrambled for the exit without me having to say a word.
That was it, I thought. Sean had to talk to me. This couldn't go on. A buzzing sound caught my attention. It was Sean's phone, sitting on the table next to the sofa. For the first time, I found it unlocked. "Dude ur dads home abort abort" read the message from a guy named James. I checked other messages while I was standing there. To my surprise, Sean's contacts were full of girl's names. Here I was worried that he was acting too effeminate lately, that maybe I'd have to talk to him about coming out of the closet or something. There were only a few text messages there. An exchange between Sean and a girl named Heather about going shopping. And one between Sean and a girl named Jean that was an exchange of photos.
The first photo had to be Jean. She was skinny and looked very young for a college girl, but she was adorable. Silky black stockings held by a garters that vanished beneath an indecently short skirt, a see-through black top with long sleeves and tiny black patches strategically over her tiny breasts. Her makeup was perfect if she was posing for a men's magazine, I thought. It drew attention to her full lips. God help me, just looking at her made me hard.
I flipped to the next photo. A blonde girl this time, hair down past her shoulders, her makeup subtler but somehow sexier. She wore lingerie, a sheer robe or something over a lacy bra and lacy panties, a white garter belt and opaque white stockings completing the set. She had tiny breasts, too, I noted. Then I took a closer look. That was my son's room. This girl had snapped a selfie in Sean's dresser mirror. Then I looked even closer.
"No," I hissed through my teeth. That was no girl. That was my son, Sean. I was staring at a sexy beauty who made my cock throb, and it was my son in drag. I felt sick.
"Hey! I'm ready!" Sean called down the stairs. Ready? For what? Clenching the phone, I headed upstairs, trying to sort through my feelings. I wasn't angry. It made me sad that Sean thought he had to hide this from me. Was he just a cross-dresser? Was he transgender? Whatever it was, I was going to support him. He wasn't the only one who had changed in the year that his mother had been gone.
His bedroom door was open, so I just walked in. I didn't see him. The music had been turned down, the bed was neatly made, there were no clothes to be seen anywhere. Sean had become religiously neat after his mother passed. Then I noticed the closet. The door was open, but the doorway was blocked by a wall of cardboard. "Glory Hole" had been written neatly near the top, sparkling with red glitter. An arrow pointed down. The message, "Insert Cock Here" was inscribed just above a fist-sized hole. My chest tightened.
So. That's what those boys had been doing downstairs. They were going to come up here, put their dicks through that hole, and my son was going to suck them off. Now I felt a little angry. Why would Sean do that? Was it desperation or low self-esteem? Did he want to be a slut, or was he desperate for validation?
Either way, I was so hard it hurt. I looked at the phone in my hand, at the picture of Sean in the lingerie. I flipped to the next. The same dark-haired girl, this time wearing a leotard, white tights, and ballet slippers. I could see the outline of her erection plainly. Another boy dressed as a girl. I almost groaned out loud. One more flip. Sean again, this time dressed as a schoolgirl, white blouse and pleated plaid skirt, knee socks and Mary Janes, holding up the skirt to show tight, black lace panties and a straining erection. My cock drooled in my pants.
"Henry? Or is it Jake? Come on, I need to suck!" Sean said from inside the closet. Something came over me. Sean didn't know who was out here. He still thought it was one of the boys I'd run off. He hadn't gotten their warning because he'd left his phone downstairs. Would he know the difference? Would he know that it wasn't a boy's cock that jutted through that hole?
What was I thinking? No! That was beyond wrong. I was his father. Even though he was eighteen now, it was still child abuse, sexual molestation, borderline rape. "Hello?" Sean called again. Why didn't he just look through the hole? He'd see me, know it wasn't one of his guy friends, and then what? What could I say? What would he think of me?
What would he think of me if stuck my cock through that hole and let him suck me off? I groaned, but thankfully the music drowned it. I stumbled forward. I told myself I was going to announce myself. Sean would be mortified, embarrassed, maybe ashamed, but we'd work through it together. I would be an open, understanding father. I would help him with whatever it was he wanted. I'd do anything for my boy.
"Come on! I want cock!" Sean said. He spoke like a girl, his voice light and airy. He wanted cock. I wanted to help him, give him anything he wanted.
My hands tugged at my belt. I told myself this couldn't happen. I did it anyway. I shoved my pants and underwear down to my ankles. I stepped up to the glory hole my son had made in his bedroom. There was a moment when I hesitated, when sanity almost returned. Could I blame it on loneliness? Carol and I had been more friends than in love, but I still missed her terribly. There was a hole in my life made wider by my son's apparent rejection of me. Would this bring us together? No. It would destroy everything. But I told myself, I'd already lost him anyway.
I stuck my cock through the hole.
I'd never experienced a glory hole before that day. They were the stuff of myth, I always thought. Or maybe I never went to the right clubs. I felt a baby soft hand grasp my cock. "Damn, you're bigger than I thought," Sean said on the other side of the cardboard wall. "Who are you? Henry or Jake? No, don't tell me. I don't want to know. Okay. Here goes."
Hot breath on my cock. Something wet touched the tip. I grasped the doorframe for balance. A mouth, my son's mouth, closed around the head of my dick. He took it in, licked it, sucked, let it go. His tongue traveled down the length of my shaft. He licked my balls, suckled them, licked back to the tip of my cock and allowed two inches past his lips. My mind wasn't working anymore. Logic didn't exist. There were no consequences to anything. Only this moment existed, my cock inside the sweetest, hottest little mouth in the world. Carol hadn't liked oral sex, giving or receiving. I'd gotten a blowjob in high school. It had been mostly teeth and pain, but I told her she did great. I'd gotten two blowjobs in college. The first was perfect, wonderful, amazing, and she loved it when I came in her mouth. She second was good, performed while we sixty-nined, so I was distracted a little because I was giving while receiving.
Sean's blowjob was far and away the best ever. He knew exactly what to lick and touch. Of course, he did. He had a dick of his own. He understood. His mouth was hot and wet, and I never once felt teeth. His hand glided along my shaft, lubricated by his saliva, while he slurped and sucked me. It felt like a pussy jumping back and forth on my cock. I lasted three minutes.
"Cumming!" I yelled out, just habit from Carol. Her blowjobs had been mechanical, intended to get the job done as fast as possible, and she hated cum in her mouth. Sean didn't. I yelled, "Cumming!" again. I felt a slight hesitation, but then the sucking and slurping and stroking resumed, and I exploded. I sounded like a strangling dog, I think. I gurgled, I groaned and grunted. My sphincter clenched hard, my balls ached, and I shot more into my son's mouth than I think I'd ever ejaculated at one time in my life.
Then it was over.
There is a moment after an orgasm when a man's mind becomes coldly clear. It's the one moment when sex is not at the edge of our thoughts. I realized clearly what I'd done. I had destroyed everything. Sean would never forgive me. I could run from the room, but he'd know in the end. His friends would tell him I'd come home and run them off, and he'd know that the cock he'd sucked belonged to his own father. I began to cry.
"Damn," Sean said beyond the wall. "You came a lot! It tasted really good, too. What have you been eating?"
"Sean," I said weakly.
Silence. "You mean Shauna," he said.
"No, Sean," I said.
"Ohmygod," Sean gasped. "D-d-d-daddy?"
"Yes," I said.
