0 comments/ 106936 views/ 14 favorites Chasing Dad By: J Inspired by Donna Life had been real tough since my son, Josh, was born four years ago. I was just eighteen at the time, and his dad, who was a guy I went to school with, left town as soon as he knew I was pregnant, and never came back. When Josh was about a year old, I couldn’t stand living at home anymore and managed to get myself a council house about ten miles away. Although the rent was fairly low, I’ve had to live from hand to mouth since then. Mum and Dad like to help out, but I’ve got some pride left, and don’t take that much from them. A year ago, things got a bit easier when I put Josh in day school. It meant that I could get a part-time job in a supermarket, stacking shelves. The money wasn’t brilliant, but it helped to get some luxuries, like make-up for me and toys for Josh. About April this year, I was at my folks’ place with Josh for an evening, when some good news came my way. Mum said that Dad’s boss had just given him an all expenses’ night out for two at some fancy new restaurant that had just opened in town. It was a reward for some good work that Dad had done during the last fiscal year. Mum asked if I would like to go with Dad, as she didn’t feel up to it. I should tell you that Mum is house-bound since she had a car accident six years ago, and spends her time in a wheelchair. Anyway, I didn’t have to think twice about the offer. I hadn’t been out for over a year, and even then it was just a couple of drinks down the pub with s girl from work. I gave Dad a big hug and asked him to set a date so that I could organise a babysitter for Josh. Dad suggested that he pick me up at seven-thirty that Saturday. Come Saturday, I put Josh to bed at five and went for a shower. I had asked a neighbour’s daughter to sit for the evening, offering her ten pounds for her trouble. She said she’d get here at about seven-fifteen. As I sat at the bedside table, putting on my make-up and doing my hair, the feeling of excitement at being taken out overwhelmed me. I love Josh to bits, but being a single parent at my age isn’t what I had planned for my life. It got so that a date with Dad was this special. Sad, huh? At six-thirty, I went to the wardrobe to pick out my outfit for the night. That’s a laugh. I mean, it’s not like I had much choice. In the end, it was a toss-up between a dress or a blouse and jeans. I figured that the restaurant would be quite posh, so the dress won out. As I picked it up and slipped it from the hanger, I realised that I hadn’t worn this in over four years. I knew that it would still fit, because it was a stretchy type material and was meant to be clingy. But I was concerned about how I would look in it; I mean, I had given birth in the intervening years. So, I slid it over my head, wriggled around a bit, and went to have a look in the mirror. I was very pleasantly surprised by my reflection. Having Josh had increased my boobs by a couple of inches, but I was really pleased to see that there were no horrible bulges around my waist or hips. I had never really thought about it before, but my figure was probably better now than it was when I was a teen. One thing though, no way could I wear this dress with any underwear; it was just too tight. So, I undid my bra and manoeuvred out of it, before raising the dress and slipping off my panties. Now this is a very versatile garment; you can wear the top of it demurely on the shoulders, or as sexy as you, like by pulling the straps low down your arms, giving it a latin-type look that reveals the tops of your boobs. Also, you can wear the dress at just above the knee, or, by hiding folds under the wide belt, pull it as far up your legs as you like. Being as I was going out with my Dad, I chose the conservative option. The dress was a kind of lime green colour, and one of the reasons that I bought it all those years ago was because it came with a pair of matching sandals. They were very sexy, with just a strap over the toes and around the ankle. Because I’m only just over five feet tall, the four-inch heels were essential for my self-confidence. It was difficult getting used to wearing them again, as I’ve only worn flat shoes for the last four years. Anyway, when the babysitter saw me, she said I looked very pretty, so that made me feel good too. I heard Dad pull into the driveway outside, bang on time. I gave final instructions to the sitter, and Dad gave her the number of the restaurant in case of emergencies. Then he showed me to the car, opened the door for me like a real gentleman, and we set off. It was about a twenty-minute drive to the restaurant, during which time Dad and I chatted easily about our day. We parked up and went inside. The place was packed, and we were told by the receptionist that there would be about a forty-five-minute delay. Neither Dad nor I were concerned by that, we were in no hurry whatsoever. Dad suggested that we step into the lounge for some pre-dinner drinks. The lounge was crowded too, but I was ushered to a seat at the end of a lovely deep seated couch, and Dad was offered a more formal chair to my left. The waiter asked to take our drinks’ orders. Dad was driving, of course, but said that he would be OK to have a couple of drinks. However, he said that he would prefer to have them with the meal. For now, he would be happy with just a mineral water. I dithered over what to have, until Dad suggested that I have a glass of champagne; after all, his company was picking up the bill. I had never had this luxurious drink before, but I knew it was expensive and extravagant, so, I said, why not? When the drinks arrived, Dad and I stopped talking while the waiter did his job. During the silence, I just happened to look up at Dad, hoping to exchange a little comforting smile, but I couldn’t grab his attention. Well, what I mean is that I couldn’t grab his attention with my eyes, but it appeared that I could with my boobs. Dad was staring intently at them. It wasn’t that kind of daydreamy, not really concentrating, stare either. It was a full-blooded stare of admiration. It caused me to look down at myself to see if a boob had popped out of my dress or something. Although there was a lot of cleavage on show, I took comfort in the fact that everything was securely tucked away inside the material. What was obvious, however, was that my nipples were sticking out of the stretchy top like bolt-heads, and these were the objects that had attracted Dad’s attention. When the waiter turned away, I picked up my glass and expected Dad to pick up his. But he was still locked onto my breasts. So I gave a little cough to attract his attention back to my face, and he immediately looked up and suggested that we drink a toast. We clinked our glasses and I took a big gulp of my first ever glass of real bubbly. The taste and effervescence were just as good as I had always been led to believe. We talked easily for the next ten minutes or so, at which time Dad noticed that my glass was empty and ordered me a refill. As I was halfway through the second glass, I noticed that Dad was staring at my bust once again. But this time my own reaction was different. The champagne had gone straight to my head and I was feeling a little giddy. But knowing that Dad was looking at my boobs made me feel a little aroused. Like I said, it had been so long since I had been out with a man, that I had forgotten what it felt like to be looked at with desire. I felt guilty that my arousal was caused by my own Dad, but he was making me feel like a real woman, and not just a mum, for the first time in over four years. Dad’s attention was causing me to squirm in my seat. I polished off the glass and told Dad that I was going to the ladies’ room; I needed to cool down some. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I was surprised how flushed I looked. I remembered it was the kind of colour my skin used to turn after having hard sex. I went into a stall, lifted my dress, and sat down. My pussy was soaking wet. I put a finger down there and felt that my clit was hard, too. I started rubbing it gently. My right hand had become my best friend over the last four years. But I realised that I shouldn’t be doing this. For one thing, I didn’t have enough time to bring myself off. But for another, this was an itch that I just could not afford to scratch; a girl is not supposed to be fantasising about her own Dad, no matter how starved of sex she is. But I just couldn’t shake the feeling. I was really horny for the first time in ages. I tried hard to cool down, but then I realised that I didn’t want to shake it off. I wondered what I could do. Then it came to me; I could flirt. Sure, that would be no harm. After all, hadn’t I flirted with him when I was a teen? I mean, it’s almost expected that a daughter and father flirt with each other. It’s part of family ritual and bonding. I could tease Dad tonight, and then go home and get the vibrator out. That would be perfect. While I was still in the stall, I decided that part of the flirting would be to give Dad a better show of my body. I justified it to myself by thinking, if he wanted to look, then that was his business. I pulled the shoulder straps down my arms, so that the top of the dress was a straight line that just about covered the upper part of the dark circles around my nipples. Every time I breathed, my boobs threatened to leave the confines of the dress; it would drive Dad wild. Then, I shimmied down and slid the hem of my dress upwards until it was about mid-thigh. I hid the extra folds beneath the wide belt that accentuated my waist. When I looked in the mirror just before leaving the ladies’ room, I was staring at the reflection of one teasingly hot babe. Jeez, I was feeling so sexy as I walked back to the lounge. I knew heads were turning in my direction from all over the place. From where Dad was seated, I knew he could see me coming from a long way off. Maybe it was the tapping of my heels on the wooden floor, or maybe it was my willing him to look up at me, but from about twenty yards away, I saw Dad lifting his gaze in my direction. From that very moment, I deliberately slowed my pace. I walked sensuously in a dead straight line, one foot in front of the other, swaying at the hips. I wanted him to get a long, hard look at his sexy daughter. Two things crossed my mind: Would Dad avert his gaze out of embarrassment or a sense of propriety, and would he acknowledge the change in my clothing arrangements? I prayed that the answer to both would be no. If he failed to say anything about my change, then it would mean that he was gaving tacit approval. It would also give me his unspoken permission to continue with my flirting. Dad’s eyes unashamedly followed me all the way to my seat. As I sank down into the deep couch, I slowly crossed my legs towards him. Dad made no effort at all to hide the fact that he was admiring my slim thighs. Then, as I leaned forward to pick up my third glass of champagne, I followed Dad’s eyes as they focused in on my heaving bosom. I could almost hear him wishing for them to pop out. When I thanked him for the drink, I called him ‘Daddy’. I have never called him this, it’s always been ‘Dad’. But I thought that the new version was far sexier, and he didn’t seem to mind one bit. Simply wiggling my raised shoe was enough to transfer his stare away from my boobs and back down to my legs. God, this was so easy, and so very, very sensual. We carried on a meaningless conversation for about five minutes, when the waiter arrived to take our orders. Ten minutes later, he returned to say that our table was ready. For the first time since I had returned from the ladies’ room, Dad took his eyes off my body and looked into my eyes as he let me past to go into the restaurant. Knowing that he was staring at my tight ass made me feel wetter that a pond. We were shown to a circular table in a quiet corner of the restaurant, hardly overlooked by anyone else. There was a semi-circular seat around the back of the table against the wall, with two place settings next to each other. I went in first and Dad followed. The waiter unfolded the napkins over our laps. I realised that leaving mine where it was would obstruct the view that I wanted Dad to have of my legs. Unfortunately, the table cloth was too close also. So, playing the teasing game, and without making any effort to disguise my actions, I deliberately hiked my dress further up my thighs. So that now, as Dad leaned back in the seat, he could see bare flesh from about mid-thigh to, well, to a point of indecency, that’s where. Poor Dad. I noticed that he hardly touched his food, since that meant having to lean forward, thus taking me out of his field of vision. We were both playing the game and it was terribly exciting and dangerous. After two or three more glasses of wine I was feeling very woosey and even more flirtatious. During giggly conversations, I began to touch Dad in that friendly manner that people have when they are close. I started by flicking his hands, then by holding his arm, and when I felt comfortable with that, I squeezed his knee, playfully. Dad, in response, grew more courageous, and began to rub his leg against mine, whilst pretending not to notice. At one stage, I very deliberately dropped my napkin ring onto the floor, making no effort at all to make it look like an accident. Dad didn’t need to be asked. He was on his knees under that table like he was looking for treasure. As I turned my body to face his side of the table, I let my legs part slightly. Cheekily, I asked if he could see it. Whatever he thought the ‘it’ was, he said that he could. I lifted the tablecloth to catch him peering up at what passed for a dress right at my neatly trimmed love box. When Dad surfaced again, his face was red, and he was careful to place his napkin over a bulge that had appeared in his lap. After having a brandy, Dad thanked me for being such good company, paid the bill, for which he would be reimbursed by his boss, and said he would take me home. It was a warm spring evening, so I hadn’t brought a coat with me. As we walked the short distance to where Dad’s car was parked, I feigned a drunken stumble, forcing Dad to save me and giving me the chance to grab hold of him around the waist. As my right hand rested on his big belly, just above his belt, I felt his right hand moving down from my waist and onto my hip. By the time I had steadied myself from the pretend fall, Dad had gotten himself a good feel of my right ass cheek. I pretended to have to lean against the car for support as Dad opened the passenger door. As I fell into the seat, I swung one leg in before the other to give him another view up my dress, which was pulled up so far that it was almost indistinguishable from the belt around my waist. I have to say that I was very, very randy by now. The combination of alcohol and flirting had removed all my inhibitions. If Dad showed any signs of wanting me, wrong as it may be, I would encourage him. I just wanted to be fucked that night. When we pulled up into the driveway at my place, I asked Dad if he would like to come in for a coffee. I was really upset that I had to beg him to consent. I mean, after all the teasing I had given him at the restaurant and in the car, I thought he would have been dying to see more of me, if you get my drift. I had enough presence of mind to realise that my current attire wouldn’t look too good in front of the sitter, so as Dad locked the car and I made my way into the house, I pulled my dress down to full length and covered my boobs. I thought I saw a sense of disappointment cross Dad’s eyes when he saw what I’d done, but after waiting to see the sitter get safely to her house just down the street, I rearranged my appearance to the slutty daughter look. If Dad knew the game I was playing, he didn’t let on. Feeling really horny, I gave Dad his coffee and sat on the arm of the couch right next to him. I crossed my legs so that I could teasingly brush his calf with the heel of my shoe. Taking a deep breath, I asked Dad if he would like to spend the night, especially as he had had a couple of drinks. Dad smiled and said that Mum would be worried, and besides, he didn’t fancy a night on the couch at his age. I put my arm around his shoulders and began to twirl the little bit of hair he had by his ears. It was then that I said it. ‘Who said anything about the couch, Daddy. My bed’s big enough for two.’ I knew immediately that it had been a mistake. Dad clenched his fists and stood up, his empty cup falling to the floor. The look of anger in his eyes was something I had never seen before. He just turned and left without saying a single word. As I heard his car pull away, I went up to bed, crying like a baby. I awoke the next morning and grimaced when I remembered how foolish I had been the night before. How could I have hit on my own Dad? More to the point, how could I ever face him again? And what if he tells Mum? It was over a week before I heard from Mum. She phoned up out of the blue one evening, asking why I hadn’t called. At least I knew that Dad hadn’t told her how stupid their daughter had been. She asked when I was coming round next, but I told her that I was so busy with work and looking after Josh, that I’d have to get back to her. I couldn’t risk going there and seeing Dad; not yet, anyway. But about two weeks after that, my life started to change for the better. I was given more responsibilities at work, with an appropriate rise in pay, and I met a man. Mike was forty-eight years old, divorced, with a grown-up son and no ties. He was a company representative who did business with the supermarket where I worked. He asked me out on a date, we had a great time, he gave great sex and he adored Josh. Things were looking up. Mike and I had been going out for about two months, when one sunny day, he suggested that the three of us go to the zoo, stopping of at my folks’ place on the way. He was keen to meet Mum and Dad, but I had been putting him off. Apart from the fact that he was about the same age as Dad, which I knew wouldn’t go down too well, I hadn’t spoken to Dad since the night he walked out on me. Eventually, Mike convinced me that it was about time that he and my parents met, and told me to get myself and Josh ready. I was really nervous as we drove to Mum and Dad’s place. So bad, in fact, that I gave myself a really big headache. It needn’t have bothered me, as it turned out, because both of them immediately took a shine to Mike, and the age thing never came into it. Trouble was, that I knew that the migraine was here to stay. So I asked Mike if he would drop me off at home before taking Josh to the zoo. Before Mike could answer, Dad mentioned that the zoo was in the opposite direction to my house and that he’d be glad to take me home. I was nervous about being with Dad again and declined the offer. But both Dad and Mike ganged up on me and forced me to accept. Reluctantly, I said goodbye to everyone, and got into the passenger seat next to Dad. I sat staring out of the passenger window, feeling the silence covering me like a shroud. Eventually, Dad spoke. It was not a pleasant tone, and I knew bad things were to come. His previous pleasantness had all been an act for Mom and Mike’s benefit. ‘I see you’re wearing your whore’s outfit again. Is that how you got your new boyfriend?’ I looked down at my dress and shoes. Dad was right; they were the same as I had worn on that disastrous evening at the restaurant. I felt embarrassed and humiliated as Dad tore into me for being a no good tramp. I looked forlornly down into my lap as he ranted on about how bad I was. In the end I couldn’t take any more. I told him that it hadn’t been all me that night, and that, perhaps, he shouldn’t feel so proud of himself. I reminded him of how easily he found it to stare at his daughter’s legs and breasts. When he denied this I became angry. Chasing Dad ‘Oh, I see. So it was just me imagining that you were staring at me all evening, was it? And you didn’t spend two minutes under the table at the restaurant looking up my dress. And when I tumbled over, that wasn’t your hand grabbing hold of my arse. And if I start to hike this dress up right now, you won’t be at all interested, right?’ And as I said that, I began to raise the hem higher and higher up my thighs. I could see Dad sneaking looks at my legs out of the corner of his eyes. When the hemline was so high that it threatened to expose my pussy, I crossed my legs towards him to make the offer even more difficult to refuse. When he couldn’t avert his gaze any longer, and turned his head to take long, appreciative looks at my bare thighs in between watching the road, I taunted him again about his hypocrisy. But I’d gone too far. I saw Dad’s left hand leave the steering wheel and come towards the underside of my face, but I never expected that he would strike me. When the back of his hand shuddered against my right cheek, I was sent crashing into the side window. As the pain hit me, tears began to well up in my eyes. Still looking out of the side window and comforting my face with my hand, I jumped at the touch of something on my leg. I turned around to see Dad’s left hand was on my knee. As he slowly began to caress my legs right up to the hemline of my dress, he spoke. ‘Of course you are right, Donna. Since that night at the restaurant I’ve not been able to get your body out of my mind. I should have taken you up on your offer at the time.’ I could hardly believe the sight I was seeing. But this was my own Dad’s hand running up and down my legs. He went on: ‘But that’s in the past. What’s important now is that I can have you today. We’ll be at your place in five minutes. When we get there, I want you to walk in quickly and lock the front door behind us. Then we’ll go up to your room for an hour or so.’ He said it so matter-of-factly, like fucking your daughter was a normal, regular occurrence. My own feelings since that disastrous night had changed during the intervening months. I loathed how he was touching me; it was making my skin crawl. I decided that as soon as Dad pulled up at my place I’d make a run for it to a neighbour’s house for safety until he’d gone. Then I didn’t ever want to see him again. How could I ever have even considered letting him near me. I cursed that night. When we drove into my street, Dad ordered me to get my house keys out ready; he said he was eager to taste his daughter’s body. I took them out of my purse and dangled them in front of him. This was partly to show that I’d complied with his instructions, and that I didn’t want him to hit me again, but mostly because it created a diversion which allowed me to put my left hand onto the door release without him noticing. Just as I was planning to make a run for it, though, Dad must have guessed my intentions and drove the car into the drive so that my door was only a couple of inches away from the wall. It meant that I had to get out of his side. He got out of the car quickly, telling me to slide over and follow. There was no way to do that in any ladylike manner, and with my dress riding so high already, Dad got a pretty good look at what I had to offer. As I got into the driver’s seat and swung a leg out of the car, he took a grip on my right upper arm that nearly cut off my circulation. When I complained about the pain, Dad simply replied that he didn’t want me running away, and that he’d let me go when we were in the bedroom. He pulled me roughly to my feet, slammed the car door shut, and frog-marched me towards the front door of my house in such a hurry that it was difficult for me to keep up in the heels that I was wearing. As I opened the door, he pushed me through into the hall, turned to lock the door securely and dragged me up the stairs. I couldn’t believe that I was about to be raped by my own father. Dad threw me into my bedroom and closed the door behind him. I begged and pleaded with him to stop now. We had both made a mistake, so this made us even. We could forget about it and say nothing ever again. Dad ignored my pleas and said that if I ever told anyone about this, then nasty things would happen to Josh and me. Standing a couple of feet away from me, at the foot of my bed, Dad told me to take off my dress. He was almost visibly salivating as I took hold of the hemline and pulled it up. By the time that my breasts came into his view, the dress was over my eyes, but I heard his gasp of approval. I threw the dress to the floor and, except for my ankle-strap high heeled sandals, stood naked before my father. He walked up close to me, his eyes darting between my shaved pussy and my boobs. That night at the restaurant I had wanted this to happen, but now I was sickened by the thought of his fat, old hands and eyes roaming over me. Very slowly, as if wanting to freeze the moment in time, Dad’s right hand left his side and approached my naked waist. At that first touch we both let out loud gasps; mine of disgust and his of desire. Like watching an accident in motion, sickened and yet unable to stop looking, I felt my eyes glued to his hand as it brushed gently over my flat belly, moved down to my hips and up again to my breasts. His hand cupped my swelling melons softly at first. But as the look of lust on Dad’s face visibly grew, his touch became rougher. As he closed his thumb and forefinger around my hardened nipples and squeezed, the look of pain displayed on my face only served to increase the pressure he applied. It hurt so much that as he pulled downwards on them, I felt my whole body turning around, just as he wanted. With my back to him, I sensed Dad move up close to me. He took hold of my arms very gently and pulled me towards him. Out of the corner of my right eye I saw him lower his face to the ridge of my shoulder. I turned my head the other way, not wanting to see him as his tongue licked my soft skin. Soon his lips were brushing along my slim neck and around my ears. I hate to say it, but it was making me feel a little aroused. As Dad’s tongue moved slowly down my spine and flicked at the top of my butt crack, my pleasure grew to the point where I had to let out a soft moan. Gyrating against the pressure of his mouth made me feel cheap and dirty, but I couldn’t help it. After a few minutes of this, Dad knew that I wasn’t going to give him any more trouble. He brought his face up to my left ear and very quietly asked me if I was ready for it. My shame now almost entirely gone, I turned to look at him and coyly nodded. He took a few steps back from me and told me to put the palms of my hands on the front of my thighs. Having done so, Dad then ordered me to stand with my legs slightly apart. Then he said I was to move my hands slowly down my legs, keeping them straight and bending from the waist. As my hands passed over my knees and down my shins, Dad told me to take hold of the sandal straps that were around my ankles and to stay like that. From my upside-down view, I saw him walking towards me. All I could see were the bottom of his trousers and his shoes. I heard the sound of a belt being undone followed by the release of a zipper. Two seconds later, Dad’s trousers were around his ankles, followed swiftly by his underpants. Shortly after this, I felt his left hand on my arse cheeks forcing them apart. Then I sensed the wet end of his knob sliding over my behind. He moved it around like this for a minute or so, until I felt it tracing a deliberate path towards my pussy. I gasped as his helmet brushed against my swollen flaps. He teased me for a few seconds as my clit grew hard with anticipation. Then, with a slight forward movement, I felt his knob force its way into my vagina. Dad remarked that someone as wet as I was must be dying for it. Like the slut that I was, I simply begged him to give me all of it. As Dad reamed his full length into my tight crack, I let out a cry of ecstasy. Soon both of his hands were holding the sides of my hips as he rocked me to- and-fro along his fuckrod. His pace was medium but his strokes were full. In fact he had remarkable control as he seemed to just stop coming out of me every time. After a couple of minutes I was crying out god’s name and begging Dad to keep it just the way he was, because I knew that I would be climbing the walls in just another dozen or so strokes. As the waves of orgasm that had swarmed through my body began to subside, Dad slipped his rod out of me and pushed me onto the bed, face up. His throbbing cock stood out like a barber’s pole. I couldn’t take my eyes off it as he kneeled in between my legs. I spread myself to accommodate his large body. As Dad fell on top of me, I felt his fat belly crushing me, forcing the air out of my lungs. As I tried to catch my breath, he inserted his cock deep inside me again, causing me to breathe even more deeply. I couldn’t see anything passed his belly, but I could feel his meat screwing me to the bed. He was pumping quicker now that he was lying down, and my second orgasm took less time than the first as a result. As my moans, groans, yells and screams became louder, I could see by his contorted face that Dad was close to dropping his load into me. When he raised his vast bulk on extended arms, for the first time I could look up and see his glistening hard cock slamming in and out of my tight little love box. There was just enough room between our bodies for me to slide a hand between his legs and cup his big hairy balls. My gentle squeezing soon had Dad shouting that he was coming. He was breathing so hard that I feared he would collapse on me. But with a monumental final thrust that nearly tore out my insides, his face screwed up like a gargoyle’s, Dad’s semen flooded into my womb. For nearly a full minute the goo must have drained from him. I pressed his bollocks so tight that every drop must have been released. As it did so, Dad slumped right over me, pinning me down to the bed, helpless yet again. It’s difficult enough at the best of times walking in four-inch heels. But when you’ve just had the living daylights shagged out of you, and your legs are like jelly, the task is almost impossible. So I leaned on the dresser as Dad pulled up his pants, not daring to totter towards him. Neither one of us had said a word for nearly ten minutes. Eventually it was Dad who broke the silence. He told me that Mike was obviously a substitute father figure who was no longer necessary. Dad said that he would be providing me with all my wants from now on. As he opened the door to leave, his last words were that I should get rid of him, or else. I knew what the else was. I was afraid of what he might do to Josh or me if I disobeyed him. Once again, I just nodded coyly. Chasing Destiny - Toby's Discovery This is my second stab at writing a gay male story. My hope is that you get enjoyment from reading this, and my wish is that you leave me a comment, along with giving me a vote. This story is fiction, as are all the characters involved. Any similarity of the characters to real people is simply coincidental. Also, all characters are at least 18 years old. And now, on to the story... ***** The door to the school councilors office swung inward and a pretty, platinum blonde teenage girl giggled as she stepped out into the waiting area where Toby McDaniels sat waiting for his turn to see the councilor. Behind the girl stood Mr. Gerald Post, the high school guidance councilor with a smile on his face. He stood at least a foot taller than the girl, and her petite size was dwarfed by the muscular body of the councilor. "I'll remember that one," Mr. Post said with a friendly laugh. "Yeah, I'll bet you will," the blonde girl said laughing back. "Alright, I'll see you next week Kim." "Bye Mr. Post," the blonde said with a flirty wave and a wink. She tossed her long hair with a flip of her head and headed toward the exit. Mr. Post watched the girl as she walked across the room to the door, his eyes seeming to linger on her swaying ass, before he turned toward Toby and said, "Come on in Toby." Toby waited until the girl had left and shut the door, then he stood up and followed Mr. Post into his office. As the heavy wooden door shut, he reached back and locked it, then readjusted the mini blind covering the bullet proof glass over the window. "Did you fuck her?" Toby asked when he finally turned around to look at Gerald, who had retreated behind his large desk. "Now why would you ask a thing like that Toby? Do you think I fuck all the students I deal with?" "Not all of them, only the pretty ones who dress and act like a slut." Toby was now slowly walking across Mr. Post's office toward the wooden desk. Gerald sighed deeply, then shook his head and said, "No Toby, I didn't fuck her. Why don't you come over here and check my cock for signs of pussy juices." "You may have washed up already," Toby said. He was now standing in front of Mr. Post's desk, staring accusingly at the much larger man. Gerald scoffed at the idea, then said, "Toby, I promise you that I didn't fuck her. Why would you think something like that anyway?" "Because I saw the way you stared at her ass when she walked out. Tell the truth, you like her ass, don't you?" Mr. Post thought for a moment before answering. He knew better than to lie, Toby was far too smart to sneak anything past him. "Well... I guess I do Toby. She's a very pretty girl, and I did tell you more than once that I'm bisexual. You can't fault me for looking at the sexy ass of an eighteen year old girl." "So, do you want to fuck her?" "I wouldn't be human if I didn't want to fuck something so god damn sexy," Gerald said, "but I'm not going to push my luck any more than I already have. I don't want to go to prison." "But you fuck me," Toby said, "you could go to prison for that." "Well technically I don't fuck you Toby. We pleasure each other orally, and while that is a punishable offense, I'm more comfortable doing it with you because I trust that you won't tell." "But you didn't know that the first time." "Yes Toby, I took a chance, and I'm glad I did. You approached me remember? I didn't come on to you." Actually, Toby had been seeing Mr. Post because he was conflicted about coming out to his dad. Toby's father was a conservative Christian who denounced all homosexual activity, so Toby was scared to come out to him. One day while Toby was talking about his fears, Gerald confessed that he had gone through the same fears when he was in high school. Two months earlier- "But, you're not gay, you're married," Toby had said in response to Mr. Post's admission. "Yes Toby, I am married, but I'm not entirely straight either. I'm bisexual, and coming to terms with that fact was very difficult for me." "So...you like guys and girls?" "Yes, but I will ask you to please keep that to yourself. It's not exactly common knowledge around school and, well, frankly it's nobody's business." Now Toby was intrigued and he wanted to know more. For an old guy, Mr. Post certainly kept himself in tip top shape, and Toby did have a thing for men with muscles. All of a sudden, he was very interested in hearing some details. "Have you been with guys?" Gerald cleared his throat before answering, "That's a bit personal." "But, I've never been with a guy, or a girl for that matter. I just know that I'm not interested in being with a girl. You've been with your wife, but if you've never been with a man, how do you know that you're bisexual?" "Okay Toby, because of your situation, I'll answer your question on one condition. You have to promise me that you'll never talk of this outside these four walls." "I promise," Toby quickly replied, sitting higher up in his seat. "Okay, the truth is...yes, I've been with a few men before, and I've enjoyed myself. My wife does know that I'm bisexual, and she's okay with it because she's bisexual also." "Wow," Toby exclaimed. "Yes...wow," Gerald repeated. "Now, we should get back on tr-." "What's it like? Being with a man, I mean." Toby interrupted. "Perhaps you'll find out one day, but now-" "Will you show me? I mean like, will you...teach me how to please a man?" "That would be highly unethical Toby, not to mention that it could get me thrown in prison. I'm afraid you'll have to find out on you own." "I won't ever tell a soul Mr. Post, I swear on my grandmothers grave. Just give me some pointers so I'll know what to do...please." Another heavy sigh, followed by tapping on his desk with his pointer and ring finger, something that Gerald often did while he was thinking. Finally he said, "You just do what feels good to you Toby. The same thing that feels good to you when you masturbate will feel good to another man." "But what if I don't masturbate?" "I highly doubt that Toby. In fact I'd wager my life savings that all young men your age masturbate." Toby's eyes lowered to the floor before he spoke. "Well, I tried one time. I heard some guys talking about 'jerking off' and they were making the motions, you know..." Toby simulated stroking his cock in the air until Gerald nodded. "So I tried later that night in bed. I was laying on the sheets naked because it was hot, and I started to stroke myself, and after like a minute it felt really good." Gerald wouldn't admit it, but he was sporting a large boner at that moment listening to Toby talk about masturbation. "So what happened?" he asked, trying his best to sound clinical. "My mom walked in with my laundry." "Ouch!" Gerald winced at the visual of being caught masturbating by your mother. "Yeah, it was the most embarrassed I've ever been in my life." "What did she do?" "She freaked out. Threw the basket of laundry at me and started bitching. The thing is, when she walked in, it jumped me so much, that I started...you know." "Orgasm?" "Yeah. It was my first real one and this glob of white gunk spurted up in the air just as she threw the laundry basket at me. All my clean clothes hit me square on, and I used them to cover me while my dick kept spurting all over the place. I was so shocked and...and..." "Flustered," Gerald offered. "Yeah that... and she looked like she was going to have a heart attack right there. And then my dad came in, and I wanted to die." "Oh, that must have been bad." "I was grounded for a month, but worse than that was Dad took my bedroom door off the hinges. Said that if I didn't have any privacy, I wouldn't be able to defile myself anymore." "He actually used the word defile?" "Yes sir," Toby said, "He said that it was a sin and that "God wouldn't approve."" "Huh, well I'm sorry that you had to go through that embarrassment Toby," Gerald said, "And I'm sorry that your father and mother are so strict, but you're an adult now, school will be over in a few months and you'll be going off to college and meeting new people and having new experiences. And you'll make your own decisions about what is right and wrong with regards to your body." "I haven't had another orgasm since that one that my mom walked in on," Toby said, "My dick is hard all the time. Do you know how embarrassing it is to walk around the halls out there like this?" He stood up and pointed at the obvious lump in his shorts. Gerald swallowed and licked his lips as he looked at the outline of what appeared to be a good sized cock. He cleared his throat again and forced his eyes down as his own erection threatened to burst forth from his pants. "Yeah, well I'm sorry to hear that also Toby, but ah, we shouldn't be discussing this you know." "Do you think I'm ugly?" Once more, the councilor was taken aback by the line of questioning coming from the student. "Of course not Toby, you're a fine looking young man," he said, increasingly aware of the student's muscular physique and ruggedly good looks. Until now, he had never noticed how good Toby looked, but all of a sudden, he wanted him. "Would you give me some pointers? Tell me some techniques that I could use if I'm ever with a man?" "It wouldn't be right Toby," Gerald said, but his resistance was weakening. "Please Mr. Post." Another loud sigh came from the guidance councilor, then he slowly nodded. "Okay, I'll give you a few tips." "Awesome," Toby said, perking right up. "so, what should I do?" Gerald knew that he was treading on thin ice, but his sudden desire won out and he said, "Well Toby, if you are serious about learning from me, you need to prove it by coming over here and getting on your knees." "Okay," Toby agreed. He was nervous but his excitement was too high to stop, so he made his way around the back of Mr. Post's desk. Once there, he lowered himself to his knees and waited. "I'll ask you one last time Toby, are you sure you want this?" "Yes sir." "Then undo my pants and pull my cock out." That day, Toby learned how to handle a cock that wasn't his own. He learned how to tease a man, and how to prolong the anticipation, which would make the actual act more intense. Mr. Post showed him where all the usual most sensitive spots were and how to maximize pleasure from them. Toby stroked, sniffed, licked and sucked the councilor, gaining more and more confidence as Mr. Post complimented his new found talent and became more and more agitated as he got closer to orgasm. Just before he came, Mr. Post warned Toby, "I'm going to cum very soon Toby, and I want you to experience what it's like to have a cock cum inside your mouth. You can swallow my load if you want, or spit it out in the trash can afterward, but don't stop sucking until I tell you, okay?" "Mm-hm," Toby agreed, his mouth filled with cock. A few moments later, Mr. Post gripped the top of his head and moaned loudly as his orgasm erupted. As the hot sperm squirted from the piss hole of Mr. Post's cock, Toby's own orgasm let loose in his pants, and he swallowed the very first of many creamy loads. Back to Present day - Mr. Post stood up from behind his desk and asked, "Are you going to tell me what has gotten into you Toby? You already know that I'm not exclusive with you, so even if I was fucking Tracy Myers - which I'm not - why would you be upset with that?" Toby sighed, then dropped down into the seat. "I think my dad is having an affair," he said sullenly. Mr. Post's head tilted to the side and his left eyebrow raised up. "And what makes you think that?" he asked. "Well, he's always leaving the house at odd times, telling my mother that his boss needs him to fix something, or that his brother wants help with something, or that he's going to the store for something. My mom always believes him, but I don't. He's been acting strange lately, like he's hiding something, and I've seen him come home late and rush right into the bathroom and shower, even if he showered earlier." "I see," Mr. Post said. "You do realize that there could be perfectly good explanations for everything your father is doing? Without proof that he's cheating, it's all just speculation." "Yeah, I know. I was thinking that now that I have a car, I should follow him one of these times. Maybe I'll catch him in the act." "Well, you could do that of course, but have you thought about what you would do if it was true?" "No. I'd probably take pictures with my cell phone and show mom. She deserves to know. He's such an intolerant prick, and to think that he might be fucking around on mom just makes me want to punch something." Toby lowered his eyes to the floor then said, "I told him that I was gay." Mr. Post's eyebrows came up. "How did he take it?" he asked. "He gave me until this weekend to get out. He said, "no gay boy is going to live under my roof." He wanted to throw me out that night, but mom stopped him. He's such a prick." Mr. Post dropped back into his chair and sighed loudly. "Wow," he said. "Yeah, wow," Toby mumbled. "but if I catch him in the act of fucking another woman, I'll have him by the balls." "Yes I suppose you would," Mr. Post responded. After a few moments of silence, Toby said, "Um, I'm sorry that I accused you of fucking Tracy Myers Mr. Post. I guess I was just pissed off at my father and took it out on you." "It's quite alright Toby, I understand completely, and if you'd like to skip our normal activities today, I'll understand that also." Toby shook his head. "Now why would I want to skip our normal activities? It is your turn to suck me off you know." Mr. Post furrowed his brow and tilted his head. "Are you sure about that? Because I'm pretty sure that it's your turn to suck my cock." "Oh no, I've been keeping track, and..." Mr. Post waved his hand and chuckled. "I'm kidding Toby. Actually, I've been looking forward to sucking your delicious cock today." He stood up and strolled around to the front of his desk until he was standing in front of the student. "You have the best tasting cum of anyone I know. I only wish you'd let me take you home to my wife so she could get a taste." He was on his knees now un-buttoning and unzipping Toby's pants. "She keeps begging me to talk you into it." "Maybe someday," Toby said, lifting his ass up off the chair so the good councilor could tug his pants and underwear down. His thick cock, swollen erect, sprang free and pointed straight up in the air. "Well I'll just have to kidnap you for a few hours," Mr. Post said as he took Toby's seven inch cock into his hand. "And tie you down so my wife can give you her special blowjob." He leaned in a licked a drop of pre-cum that had rolled halfway down the crown before saying, "You may be gay, but you wouldn't be able to resist her sucking mouth." And with that he engulfed the first three inches of Toby's cock into his mouth. "Ohhhh fuck," Toby hissed and bit his bottom lip as he watched the older man wrap his lips around his shaft, and suck his way to the tip. For the next twelve and a half minutes, Toby moaned as his cock was worked over from top to bottom. Mr. Post managed to keep Toby from cumming by backing off each time he got close. Each time, the teen would beg to be brought to orgasm, and the good councilor would smile, or say, "All in good time Toby." He was merciless, and he had the teenager squirming all over the chair by the time he finally decided to end it. When Toby was trembling all over and whining like a hurt dog, Mr. Post lifted off his cock and said, "Are you ready to cum Toby?" "Oh God yes," Toby blurted. His head, which had been lolling back, snapped back up, his eyes trying to focus. "Please finish me. You're driving me crazy." "Very well Toby, enjoy," Mr. Post said, then in one movement, he engulfed Toby's prick in his hot mouth. He was only able to get about half of Toby's shaft in his mouth, but it was what he did with his tongue that sealed the deal. Forming a seal around the shaft, Mr. Post sucked, while his thick tongue slid back and forth slowly on the sensitive underside. Meanwhile his left hand wrapped around Toby's ball sack and gently stroked, while his tongue began to pick up speed. He wasn't just sliding his tongue back and forth now, he was going in circles with it, the whole time still sucking and tickling his balls. This technique would prove too much for Toby. "Ahhhh, Oh fuck, oh f-f-f-fuck, oh sh-sh-sh-shit, I'm cu- I'm cu- Ohhh I'm cumming!" Toby cried out as he felt the familiar pulses begin in his balls. Past the point of no return, nothing could stop him from spending his load. His hands came up and gripped the sides of Mr. Post's head as he felt the first rope of creamy cum travel up his shaft and blast the back of his councilors throat. Feeling the heated liquid squirt into his throat, Mr. Post's throat began swallowing over and over, causing Toby's cock to get squeezed and released multiple times and prolonging his orgasm. Mr. Post never let up on the sucking and swallowing, as if he was trying to suck Toby's life force out his cock, until the feelings changed from intense pleasure to intense sensitivity. "Oh stop - stop - stop, it's too much," Toby moaned, trying to push Mr. Post's head away, but the good councilor had other ideas and doubled down, sucking and licking the teen's hypersensitive glans. "Ohh fuuuck...please stop please stop oohhh fuck." Normally after Toby came, his cock would droop to about half hard within about thirty seconds, but Mr. Post wasn't allowing it to loose any rigidness. A high pitched whine came from Toby as the sensation in his cock started to feel good again, and Mr. Post let the swollen head pop from his mouth with a loud smack to look up at the teen and say, "Keep your voice down or we'll get caught." He smiled as he saw the look on Toby's face. It was an almost pained expression, but it was so sexy. Mr. Post looked back down at the throbbing cock that he had been sucking on for about fifteen minutes. The head was purple and shiny wet, and the pee hole seemed to be winking at him. He lowered his mouth and stuck the tip of his tongue in the pee hole for a moment before dropping down and engulfing half the shaft. From above, he heard Toby suck in a deep breath, then felt the boy's hands run through his hair. He also felt Toby's hips starting to thrust up. "Oh God," Toby whined, "You're gonna- you're gonna- you're gonna make me cum again." That's just what Mr. Post planned, only this time, he wasn't going to slow down for anything. He wanted to get Toby off as quickly as possible this time, to show the young man how much control a good blowjob artist could have over a man. He flattened his tongue and curled it around Toby's shaft running it up and down the underside while his hand stroked the remaining couple of inches not inside his mouth. He could feel Toby's balls tightening up under his hand, while the cock in his mouth seemed to swell even larger, stretching his jaw open wider. Fearing that he would make too much noise, Toby folded his arm across his mouth and whimpered, clenching his teeth and breathing erratically through his nose while his balls began to work again, pumping more of his seed through his urethra and into Mr. Post's sucking mouth. As his second orgasm in under five minutes began to wind down, the sensitivity in his cock quickly wound up. Knowing he wouldn't be able to keep quiet through any more, Toby pushed on Mr. Post's head again. "STOP!" he blurted a bit louder than he had wanted, but he couldn't take anymore. This time Mr. Post released Toby's cock to the cool air, but continued to gently massage his balls. "Not up for round three?" Mr. Post asked, a sly smile playing on his lips. Chasing Destiny - Toby's Discovery "Holy shit," Toby groaned, "my cock..." he was looking down at his cock, which was still remarkably hard, and pulsing with his heartbeat. "You're going to...to kill me...that was...that was...incredible..." Still massaging Toby's balls, Mr. Post nodded, "I'm glad you enjoyed it Toby. Come to my house this weekend and let me introduce you to my wife. You can stay with us for a few weeks until you figure out what you're doing. It's better than being out on the streets." "I'll think about it," Toby answered, but he was already pretty sure that he would take Mr. Post up on it. Ten minutes later they had cleaned up and with only a few minutes left before final bell rang signalling the end of classes for the day, Mr. Post placed his hand on Toby's shoulder and said, "I'll talk to my wife tonight, but I know that she'll be happy to take you in, if you don't mind living with a couple of old, kinky folks that is. You can even come over tonight if you'd like." "I appreciate it Mr. Post, but first I need to find out what my father is doing. If he truly is having an affair, my mother should know." "I understand," Mr. Post said. Toby turned and headed out of the room with Mr. Post behind him. "Well let me know when you decide," the councilor said, just as the bell sounded for the end of last class. "Okay, thanks Mr. Post." Chapter 2 Three hours later Toby was home packing when he heard his father telling his mother that he was going to meet a co-worker about some missing files or some shit. Toby grabbed his keys off his bureau and closed his bedroom door. He climbed onto his bed, slid up the window, and crawled out onto the back lawn. He went to the edge of the house and waited until his dad backed out of the driveway before he jumped into his car and backed out also. Tailing several car lengths behind, Toby followed his father's Explorer across town, and quickly realized that he wasn't heading toward his job. Finally he saw brake lights and a blinker and his father Paul turned into a parking lot and quickly headed out around the back of the building. As Toby pulled up, he realized it was an adult bookstore. Confusion set in as he drove to the side of the building and saw the sign reading "Private Parking in Rear". Toby slowed his car as he came to the back edge of the building, and just then he saw his father walking quickly toward the back door with his head lowered. Once his father was inside, Toby drove around and parked, then jumped out and rushed to the door his father had just entered. He stopped before entering and waited for a count of ten, then slowly opened the door and looked inside. The doorway entered into a short hallway, and a quick look told Toby his father wasn't there, so he entered and headed down the hall. At the far end of the hall was another door, and as Toby approached, a large beefy man stepped in front of it from another small room that Toby hadn't even seen. The large man had a long, triangular shaped black beard and a shaved head. He wore a sleeveless T-shirt and his meaty arms were covered from hands to shoulders in tattoos. "I'm gonna need to see some I D son," the overweight man said in a very deep bass voice. "Um, what ah, what is in there?" Toby said, reaching for his wallet to dig out his license. "All your fantasies come true," the man said. Toby handed over his license and waited for the man to look at it. "It says adult bookstore, is it all books?" he asked. "Son, we've got books, videos, sex toys, bdsm gear, sex furniture, and all sorts of kinky things you ain't never seen before. And if you're really brave, you can pay ten bucks and go into a glory hole booth for twenty minutes." "Glory hole booth?" The large man smiled, showing off a mouthful of crooked or missing teeth. "If you have to ask what a glory hole is, you probably ain't ready to go into one." He handed Toby his license back, then swung the door open. "Go on in kid," he said, as Toby walked by and into the next room. Right as Toby walked into the large room, he saw his father across the room at the cashiers desk. Money was passed, then Paul turned and walked to another door labeled "Booths". Toby quickly headed across to the cashier and said, "Excuse me, what is in the booths?" The old lady behind the glass looked at Toby like she was bored out of her mind. "They're private booths with adult videos and glory holes. Ten dollars will buy you twenty minutes." "Can I go check it out first?" "Ten dollars to get through that door, then you choose the booth." Realizing that he wasn't going to get an answer that he wanted, Toby fished out his wallet again and pulled out a ten dollar bill. He handed it through the slot and received a paper with a five digit number. "Type your number into the number pad when you get into the booth to start the video. Your time starts when you push the enter button. Have fun," the old woman said, then turned away from the window. Toby took a deep breath and headed through the door. As soon as he passed through the doorway, his nose was assaulted by the smell of male sexual fluids. The hallway was long with several doors on both sides. At the far end of the hallway, Toby saw his father walking through a door that another man was exiting. At the same time, the door next to the one his father entered opened and a second man stepped out wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. The two men didn't speak, but quickly lowered their heads and headed toward the door Toby had just entered. Stepping aside to let the men pass, Toby then made his way down the long hall and stepped into the booth next door to the one his father had just entered. An overhead light flickered on as he stepped in, illuminating a keypad on his right and a five inch diameter hole in the wall to his left. A short stool was on the floor with the words, "Please wipe stool before leaving booth" stamped on top, and in the corner was a plastic tub of sanitizing wipes. Toby closed the door behind him and flipped the lock closed. Realizing that his father was right next door and could look through the hole into his booth, Toby quickly put his hand in front of the hole to block the view, then he turned and typed the five digit code into the keypad and pressed the enter button. The front wall of the booth lit up as a video began to play of a man walking through a house. Toby was more confused than ever, wondering why his father would come all the way out here to this place and pay ten dollars to watch a video. That was when he felt something warm poke his palm through the hole. Looking down at the wall, the shocked teen saw the head of a penis (his father's penis!!), slide through the opening and into his booth. His dad's penis was semi hard and about six inches long as it hung in a long curve. Toby's first instinct was to back away from it, as if it was going to suddenly grow teeth and try to bite him. He wasn't sure what to do as the video on the wall continued to play. The man had walked into a bedroom where another man was kneeling on the floor while a blonde haired women was lying naked on the bed. Toby was too focused on the cock sticking out the hole to watch the movie. It bounced up and down as if were waving to him, then he heard a muffled "Please" from his father, and the cock bounced up again. Toby was at a loss for a moment as he stared in horror at his father's cock. He had expected his father to meet some woman, not come to this dive and stick his cock through a hole in the wall. What was he supposed to do now? The muffled voice of his father sounded again, this time there was no doubt. "I'd like a blowjob please," he said, and lightly rapped on the wall. And suddenly, Toby knew what needed to be done. His father, the same man who had just days ago called him a "fucking faggot queer boy", was now expecting a blowjob from a strange man whom he couldn't see, and didn't know was his very own son. Toby could have left the booth, drove back home and told his mother, but with no proof it would be his word versus his father's, and that likely wouldn't work. So Toby decided to take a step that he never, in a million years, thought he would take. He reached out and grasped his father's cock in his hand. Toby's anger toward his father was evident at first, as he roughly pulled the cock toward him, stretching it until he heard his father hiss and say, "Easy there big guy." He calmed down and decided to finish this his own way. Sitting down on the stool put him at eye level with the cock poking through the hole. With his hand still encircling it, Toby leaned forward and placed the tip against his lips. The odor was heavy musk, the same odor that always seemed to get Toby's motor running. He could feel it stiffening in his hand, pushing harder against his lips which parted to allow the head to slide inside. From the other booth, Toby heard his father moan and say, "Yeah that's it, suck my cock," Knowing that it was wrong seemed to make it all the more exciting for Toby. He sucked the now fully erect cock several inches into his mouth, thinking that his father's punishment for being a prick to him would be the knowledge that he received a toe curling blowjob from his own gay son. What worse could he do than that? If his father had such a problem with homosexuality that he was willing to give up on his own son, what would he think of participating in incest? "Oh fuck yeah," came the muffled voice of his own father in the next booth as Toby stroked and sucked and tongued the cock. He reached his fingers through the hole and played with his hairy balls, rolling them around as best he could through the hole. His father's cock had swelled up to an impressive seven inches, and was now pointing straight out through the hole. Toby worked it quickly as the action on the screen heated up. He glanced over to see the man on his knees was watching the woman suck on the other man's cock. She pulled back and pushed the cock toward the other kneeling man, who looked nervous and shook his head, but the woman nodded and pushed his head forward until he opened his mouth and took the cock inside. The cock in Toby's mouth, his father's cock, jerked wildly, bringing Toby back into focus with what he was doing. He heard another groan and the words, "Oh shit, I'm so close." so he put all his effort into milking the cum from his father's balls. Moments later, he heard, "Oh yeah, right there, don't stop, oh I'm cumming, oh fuck!" A moment later, Toby felt the prick in his mouth pulse and a hot spray of thick cream hit the back of his throat. Toby swallowed and sucked, one hand still pumping the base while the other played with his balls. Seven ropes of semen spurted from his father's cock into Toby's sucking mouth, and each one was sent down into his stomach. Toby could hear his father moaning through it all, then finally he pulled his wet cock back through the opening with a gasp and muttered an out of breath thank you and "That was awesome." Wanting to see how far his father would take this, Toby quickly stood up straight, yanked his shorts to the ground, and slid his own erect cock through the opening. At first nothing happened, so Toby made a fist and rapped on the wall three quick times, then waved his cock up and down. A moment later he felt fingers gently touch the head. "I don't usually suck," he heard his father's voice say, "but I'll make an exception this time because you were so good. Besides, you have a beautiful cock." Toby couldn't help but grin as he felt moist lips surround his cock head, and a tongue began to swirl around the pee hole. He couldn't believe that his father, the man who had called him several names and kicked him out of the house for being gay, was now sucking cock. And Toby couldn't wait to see his face when he stepped out and saw that it was him. For a cock sucker, Paul certainly wasn't the greatest, and since Toby had already came twice at school, it was going to take him longer than usual anyway. Knowing that his time was limited, Toby started watching the movie. The man who had been kneeling on the floor was now sitting between his wifes legs. She was standing on the floor bent over the bed being fucked by the larger man who had walked through the house at the beginning. Every so often, the man would pull his cock out of the woman's pussy and feed it to the man on the floor. As Toby watched, the man put his cock at the anal opening of the woman and pushed inside her asshole. She grimaced but took it like a champ. After a few strokes in her ass, he pulled it out and fed it to the man again, who took it with a grimace. Between the totally depraved video and the thought of what he was doing and who he was doing it with, Toby suddenly found himself on the verge of orgasm. His father seemed to be doing a pretty decent job, and was obviously enjoying himself far more than he had led on. Toby could hear slurps and moans coming from the other side of the wall, it sounded like his father was really getting into sucking cock. Amazing considering Paul was always so vocal about how gays were destroying the world and were all going to burn in hell. 'What a hypocrite' thought Toby, thinking about how great it was going to be to rub it into his face. And then, Toby reached that penultimate point, the moment just before his balls began to pump all of their semen out, the moment where his orgasm couldn't be stopped. And that was when Toby put his plan into action. Opening his mouth, Toby let out a loud moan, closed his eyes and put his hands up against the wall as the first of many pleasurable spasms sent his seed travelling up his throbbing cock and bursting out of his piss hole into the sucking mouth of his father. "Oh yeah," he cried out loud enough for his dad to hear, "swallow that cum Mr. Paul McDaniels of 25 Oceanside Drive. Don't you spill a fucking drop you fucking faggot queer boy." From the other side of the wall there was a loud, choking gasp, then Toby felt cool air on his still pumping cock. He pulled back out of the hole and clamped his fist around the head, and waited just a second until he saw his father's eyes looking through into his booth, then he loosened his grip and fired off a rope of cream that landed directly across the bridge of his father's nose just below his eyes. "Toby?" came the urgently whispered voice of his father through the hole. "What are you...you...oh my God...what have you done?" As Toby's cock finished spewing the contents of his balls, the young man bent down low enough to look his father straight in the eye through the glory hole and said, "What have I done? I just finished getting my dick sucked by a gay boy who is still wearing my creamy cum across the bridge of his nose." Paul quickly looked down and wiped the warm mess off his face, then he looked back at his son. Toby could see the look of shock on his face, he looked like he aged twenty years in the last few seconds. "Toby listen," Paul began, the shame on his face as evident as the leftover cum that was now starting to congeal. "No, you listen to me," Toby interrupted. "I call the shots now dad. You're going to tell mom tonight that you want a divorce. She'll be heartbroken, and she'll want an explanation, and you're going to tell her that you have been having an affair on her. You'll apologize to her, and you'll tell her that you're going to give her everything that she wants...the house, the car, the furniture, whatever she needs. And you're going to give her a generous alimony package. You won't need a lawyer because you won't be saying "no" to any of her demands." "Toby, you can't be serious," Paul hissed, his face taking on a different look all of a sudden. "I'm dead serious dad," Toby said, "And if you refuse to follow my instructions exactly, I will tell everyone you know exactly what you've been doing. I'll even tell them that you sucked my cock and swallowed my cum. I'll tell them how much of a hypocrite you are for calling out gays, all while you've been sneaking out here to secretly suck the cocks of strange men. You'll be ruined dad. You can either take the deal I offered, or I'll bury you." "Please Toby, don't make me do that. I'll change, I promise. I was wrong, I was stupid and I...I'm sorry." "It's too late for that dad. I want you out tonight." Toby stood up, pulled his shorts back up, and left the booth, while his father pleaded piteously through the hole. When Toby stepped out into the hallway, his father called to him, "Please Toby, just talk to me," Then he burst out of his booth and rushed down the hallway after his son. "Wait, please stop," he cried, grabbing Toby's shoulder halfway down the hallway. Toby turned and looked at his snivelling father. "What?" he asked. Looking down, he noticing that his father was still naked from the waist down, and he started to laugh. "Smile dad, you're on candid camera" he said, pointing to a security camera overhead. Paul's eyes followed his son's eyes and then he looked up in horror. "Oh shit!" he gasped and ran back down the hallway to his booth yelling, "Don't leave Toby, I need to talk to you." Toby laughed as he turned around to leave. "There's nothing more to talk about," he said, and headed down the hallway toward the exit. On the way, he fished his phone out of his pocket and dialed Mr. Post's cell phone number. After a few rings, the familiar voice of the school councilors voice answered. "Toby, it's good to hear from you. I was just having a talk with my wife about you. What have you decided?" "Is your offer still open Mr. Post?" "Absolutely, will you be staying with us?" "If it won't be issue, I'd love to come for a few days. I think that things are going to get pretty heated at my house, and I want to be gone." "I see...Is everything alright Toby?" "It's a long story, but I'll just say that things couldn't be much better." "Oh, so I'm assuming that means you found some dirt on your father?" Toby laughed. "Way more dirt than I ever expected Mr. Post." "Well I guess you can tell me what you want when you get here." "Oh I plan on it. I'll probably be needing therapy for the rest of my life after tonight, but it was totally worth it." "Okay Toby, I'll see you when you get here." Mr. Post hung up just as Toby arrived at his car. As he climbed in, he glanced at the red door that he had just exited, and saw his father come out. Starting his car gave away his position in the parking lot, and Paul began to run toward him as the teen put his car in reverse and backed out of the parking space. Without waiting, Toby slammed the car in gear and drove out around the long way, laughing as his father ran after him waving his arms over his head. For someone who had been hiding his face earlier, he was certainly making his presence known now. Toby pulled out onto the road with squealing tires as his father finally gave up the chase and headed back to his car. Cranking the radio, he drove back toward home with plans of getting his clothes and heading to the Post's house. It was Friday evening, and Toby planned to have a very good weekend with Mr. and Mrs Post. "After all", he reasoned, "I just broke one of the worst taboos of all, how much worse could a woman actually be?" End of part one... ***** I hope you enjoyed this story, and stay tuned for more exciting adventures from Toby. His story needs another chapter or two I think. Please take a moment to comment if you enjoyed the story, or even if you didn't enjoy it. Your comments push me to keep writing.