On the wall along from the lamp there was a new instalment. It had some kind of material covering it from the other side, but I could clearly see that a hole had been cut out of the wall. I stared at it for a moment in disbelief. It was at the perfect height, and it was the ideal size too; it could only be a glory hole. I tilted my head back to listen for a moment; the sound of the TV was still whirring in the sitting room down below. Knowing the coast was clear, I slowly knelt down to inspect this alien object in my closet. Crouching down beside the wall, the hole was exactly at my face height, on either side I saw that he had installed handles which I could grasp onto at two different levels; one set lower down and another set higher up almost at the level of the hole. I brought my arm up and put my hand to the padded edges of the hole. A heavy, dark material covered the hole from the other side of the wall, but I could easily push it to one side and reveal a clear view into my dad’s bedroom. I was looking directly at the side of his bed. I fell backwards onto myself and let the fabric drop back to cover over the hole again. I was honestly astonished. At length, I pushed the lamp again to switch it off and crawled back to my room.
Over the next couple of hours, I tried to distract myself enough to focus on my homework, but it was no good. I kept going back to open the closet door to double check inside. ‘Just knock’ I repeated to myself over and over. By the time 10 p.m. rolled around, I had done no work and had really not come to terms with what was going on with dad. Nonetheless, like clockwork I knew what was coming; I heard the sound of the TV stop and his footsteps on the stairs as he made his way up to his room. The bathroom light went on and off and his door closed over as the light on the landing went out. Usually he would knock lightly on my door shouting ‘night, night’ before turning in, but tonight he passed by without a word. I knew his routine like the back of my hand; in less than 10 minutes he would be snoring loudly.
I waited anxiously with butterflies in my stomach. I knew what I wanted to do, but the thought of it alone made me tremble nervously. It was one thing to have accidentally sucked off my own dad, it was another to choose to do it willingly. That would be opening the door to something that there would be no coming back from…ever. I sat frozen on my bed, not wanting to lie down and not daring to move from the spot. 10:30 p.m. came and went on the clock and still I didn’t hear any snoring. By 10:45 p.m., I’d convinced myself that dad was waiting up for me, and yet still I didn’t have the courage to move. I told myself I had to move by 11 p.m. or just go to sleep. Finally at 10:59 p.m. when I still couldn’t hear any snoring; I forced myself to stand up and walk towards the closet. I peeled open the door and getting down on all fours, I crawled over to the glory hole. My arm was weak, but I brought it up to the wall and I tapped lightly three times on the wall. I inhaled deeply and held my breath. For a couple of seconds there was no sound at all, but then – to my relief – I heard movement on the other side of the wall. I reached up and turned on the lamp as the material was pulled to the side. I exhaled loudly as my father’s cock entered through the glory hole.
The hole he had made in the wall was not only wider than the one in the toilet cubicle, it was also more elongated, meaning that there was not only space for his whole cock to easily slide through, but his balls also hung freely now in front of my face. For anyone who grew up in a small-town countryside like me, it was not unreasonable to make the comparison with a pair of prize bull balls. They were both large and they hung low from his cock. Seeing his cock and balls together took my breath away. He dick was still flaccid – perhaps he was nervous too – yet the girth and length were incredibly imposing. When I reached up and lifted his warm meat into the palm of my hand it immediately began to swell and stiffen. Holding it up, I leaned forward and took a sniff of his balls, burying my nose deeply into his crotch and his ball sack. His masculine aroma was intoxicating, and I could even get the now familiar scent of his pre-cum. I brought my other hand up and massaged his balls gently, while he moaned with approval.
I spent a few minutes sniffing, licking and sucking gently on his balls before I could no longer resist the main prize. I let go of his dick and let it bounce lightly in front of my face. In this new, spacious glory hole, it was all the more impressive. I leaned forward and took my dad’s cock head into my mouth, letting it slide in as deeply as I could. It soon hit the back of my throat, and so I allowed it to slide in and out as the gland passed over my tongue. I sensed my father was enjoying it, as he was thrusting very lightly back and forth towards the hole as I used my tongue to play with the swollen tip of his dick. Now that I could see the entirety of his dick, I used my hand to jerk the shaft gently and realised just how thick his dick was at the base. It was easily comparable to holding a large can of coke in my hand. As I continued bobbing up and down on his dick it jabbed the back of my throat and made me cough and retch momentarily. This went on for 20 minutes or so, before his moaning intensified, and I intentionally began picking up the pace. I was sure what was coming. When his moaning crescendoed I knew the best thing to do was to stop jerking and hold my mouth tightly closed around his large mushroom bell-end. With a loud grunt he started cumming. I felt him unload every jet right into my mouth, I swallowed hard and after 5-6 squirts I was pleased to have not let a single drop go to waste.
Right after, I collapsed down to the ground and dad immediately withdrew himself quietly from the glory hole, letting the fabric fall back in place as if nothing were even there. I heard him on the other side as he moved away from the wall and lay down on his bed. I switched off the lamp and I crawled silently back to my room. Within 5 minutes, I could hear the familiar sound of his snoring; he was already sound asleep.
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The next morning the house was empty. There was no note, no nothing. I went off to school as usual and came home to prepare dinner at the end of the day. When dad arrived home, I had a momentary feeling of anxiety, but he seemed to be back to his old self, popping his head round the kitchen door only briefly before disappearing again to do his work-out. After showering, he came down to the kitchen in only his underwear, which he would never have done before. I couldn’t help but stare. His arms bulged almost as much as his boxers; his physique really was enviable. A couple of times, he seemed to notice me looking, but he didn’t pass any remarks, showing only a faint grin before looking away. Over dinner we chatted freely and openly about our days, and I felt that the tension between us had mostly cleared. Nonetheless, there was the elephant in the room which neither of us brought up. I wondered whether he would do the same as before and wait until I was about to leave, but as I cleared the table, he just scuttled off with his beer to watch some TV without a word about last night’s midnight activity.