The scent of leather and sweat filled the air as I stepped into the dimly lit glory hole. The walls were adorned with graffiti and the floor was sticky from the countless encounters that had taken place here. I knew the routine well, having been a regular here for months. Tonight, however, was different. Tonight, I was going to reveal myself to my dad and his brother.
The booths were identical, each with a small hole at waist height. I slipped into one, my heart pounding in my chest. I could hear muffled voices from the adjacent booths, the occasional moan or sigh escaping through the thin walls. I waited, my cock already hard with anticipation.
After a few minutes, I heard the familiar voices of my dad and uncle. They were laughing, their voices tinged with the slight buzz of alcohol. I could hear the rustle of clothing as they settled into their booth. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what was about to happen.
I unzipped my pants, my cock springing free. I knew they would recognize it, but I wanted them to taste it, to feel it. I slipped my cock through the hole, the tip brushing against the wall of the adjacent booth. I heard a sharp intake of breath, followed by a soft moan. I knew they had seen it.
“Fuck,” my uncle whispered, his voice thick with lust. “That’s a big one.”
I heard the sound of my dad spitting into his hand, the wet smack echoing in the small space. Then, I felt the warmth of his mouth as he took me in, his tongue swirling around my shaft. I groaned, my hips moving instinctively.
“Fuck, yes,” my uncle encouraged, his voice breathless. “Take that big cock, bro. Show me how it’s done.”
My dad moaned around my cock, the vibrations sending shivers down my spine. I could feel the pleasure building, the familiar tightness in my balls. I wanted to make this last, but I wasn’t sure how long I could hold out.
After a few minutes, my dad pulled back, his breath ragged. “Your turn, bro,” he said, his voice husky.
I heard the sound of my uncle’s zipper, the rustle of clothing as he prepared himself. Then, I felt his mouth on me, his technique different from my dad’s. He was more aggressive, his tongue firmer, his suction stronger. I could feel the pleasure coiling tighter, my hips moving faster.
“Fuck, yes,” I thought, my hand on the wall for support. “Suck that cock, Uncle. Make me cum.”
He moaned around my cock, the sound vibrating through me. I could feel the pleasure reaching its peak, my body tensing. And then, with a final, desperate thrust, I came, my cock pulsing as I filled his mouth.
I heard him swallow, the sound obscene in the small space. I pulled back, my body shaking with the aftershocks of my orgasm. I took a deep breath, my heart still pounding.
“Fuck,” my uncle whispered, his voice breathless. “That was…fuck.”
I smiled, my voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins. “You like that, Uncle? You like tasting my cock?”
There was a pause, a moment of silence that seemed to stretch on forever. And then, my dad’s voice, soft and tentative. “Son? Is that you?”
I nodded, a smile spreading across my face. “Yeah, Dad. It’s me.”
I could hear the shock in their voices, the disbelief. But I could also hear the lust, the desire. I slipped my cock back through the hole, the tip brushing against the wall.
“Want more, Dad?” I asked, my voice heavy with desire. “Want to taste your son’s cock again?”
There was a pause, and then my dad’s voice, firmer this time. “Yes, son. I want more.”
I smiled, my hand wrapping around my cock. “Good,” I said, my voice low. “Because I’m going to give it to you. I’m going to fuck you, Dad. I’m going to make you mine.”
The air was thick with anticipation, the silence broken only by the sound of my dad’s zipper, the rustle of clothing as he prepared himself. And then, I felt his hand on my cock, his touch familiar yet different.
“Fuck,” he whispered, his voice rough. “You’re so big, son.”
I smirked, my hips moving instinctively. “You can take it, Dad. You’re going to take every inch of my cock.”
I could feel the pleasure building again, the familiar tightness in my balls. I wanted this to last, but I wasn’t sure how long I could hold out. I wanted to make my dad feel good, to make him scream my name as I filled him.
I could hear the sounds of our pleasure, the moans and groans filling the small space. The scent of sex was heavy in the air, the smell of sweat and cum mingling with the scent of leather and desperation.
“Fuck, son,” my dad groaned, his voice ragged. “You’re so deep. You feel so good.”
I smiled, my hips moving faster. “You like that, Dad? You like feeling your son’s cock inside you?”
He moaned, his hips meeting mine with each thrust. “Yes, son. God, yes. I love it.”
I could feel the pleasure reaching its peak, my body tensing. And then, with a final, desperate thrust, I came, my cock pulsing as I filled my dad.
I heard him groan, his body shaking as he came with me. I pulled back, my body shaking with the aftershocks of my orgasm. I took a deep breath, my heart still pounding.
“Fuck, son,” my dad whispered, his voice breathless. “That was…fuck.”
I smiled, my voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins. “You liked that, Dad? You liked feeling your son’s cock inside you?”
He nodded, his voice rough with emotion. “Yes, son. I did. I loved it.”
I reached through the hole, my hand finding his. I squeezed it, a silent promise of more to come. And then, I slipped my cock back through the hole, the tip brushing against the wall.
“Until next time, Dad,” I said, my voice low. “Until next time, Uncle.”
I heard their soft murmurs of assent, the rustle of clothing as they prepared to leave. And then, the sound of the door opening, the cool night air rushing in to replace the heavy scent of sex.
I took a deep breath, my heart still pounding. I had revealed myself to my dad and uncle, had given them a taste of my cock. And they had loved it. I couldn’t wait for next time.
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