I grew up in a tight knit community where most of the kids in my neighborhood attended the same schools and the families were well acquainted with one another. My best friend Tony stayed the next block over and we were always at each other's homes after school and during the summers. Occasionally we'd have sleepovers so Tony's family was like a second set of parents and vice versa. Tony and I attended grade school, middle school, and high school together. It wasn't until we went off to college that we went our separate ways. However we kept in touch by phone and email. I stuck around and went to college in the same city but Tony chose to go to a small college across the state which meant his visits home would be limited.
What I can recall about Tony's parents were that they were very supportive and seemed to be deeply in love with one another. Tony's mom, Maureen was a homemaker who enjoyed cooking and catering events. Tony's father, Lorenzo was a hardworking construction worker who loved smoking cigars. He smoked like a chimney and he enjoyed telling corny jokes which Tony and I would laugh at even when they were not funny just to oblige him.
Once I got older and moved into my own place I'd developed quite a sexual fetish that would be considered taboo by most. I had an insatiable oral fixation and the object that I enjoyed having in my mouth the most was a penis. This oral fixation was quite different in my young as I was always sucking my thumb or chewing on the ends of pencils and it was a habit that never left me. The only difference is youth and adulthood was that I discovered the joys of having a hard fleshy throbbing penis filling my mouth. Thanks to the college bros that used to sneak into my dorm at night under darkness with lights off and a mask over my face that would show up for their regularly scheduled discreet blowjobs. I had quite the traffic to my dorm during the semesters with guys coming in for a few minutes here and there just to get their rocks off and go about their business managing the stresses of college. I called my operation "Stress Relief" which was what the guys would refer to it as when they'd message me for the service. Enough about my college whoredom. After college I wanted to continue satisfying my fetish while also meeting other men's needs so I set up a private gloryhole in a garden shed that I'd fitted to serve as a personal gloryhole booth which offered discretion to the men that would visit. It was suited for them to pull up to the side of my small house, get out, and enter the shed which was partitioned into 2 sides. My side was adorned with a small fan, a stool, a pillow for my knees, hand sanitizer, a bottle of mouthwash, wet wipes, and a small trashcan. The other side was adorned with a roll of paper towels, hand sanitizer, a trashcan, a chair, and a small tv which looped porn. The guys would be welcomed once they entered and they were instructed on how to find the porn of their choice. As a courtesy I also kept a jar full of assorted flavored condoms for those men that wanted to be extra cautious do to their marriage or relationship status. Word spread fast about the guy in the neighborhood with the private gloryhole as guys started telling friends of theirs. I didn't have to do too much promotion because I soon had quite a following of regulars that would ping my phone asking to set an appointment with me.
One day I'd gotten home from a long day at work and one of my ways of relaxing is accepting a few guys, three at most, so that they could enjoy the gloryhole. This particular day I had a message from an unfamiliar number from someone who went by "Renzo." Renzo told me he'd been told about my "services" and had been holding onto my contact info for a while. He'd finally worked up the nerve to hit me up. I learned that he was happily married with grown kids and the magic had been lost sexually with his wife and he needed an outlet that would allow him to have his needs met. He expressed his love for his wife but also battled with the dilemma of not being sexually satisfied in his marriage. I assured him that his secret would be safe with me and that I encouraged him to have his needs met safely at my gloryhole. After he felt comfortable with the setup he inquired about the day and time I'd be available for him to come by. I told him he could come later that night under the cover of darkness. The direction were simple. I gave him my address and instructed him to pull on the side of my house where his vehicle would be concealed from view. I then instructed him to open the gate to my backyard and look for the garden shed. He was asked to walk into the shed and select his porn of choice if he needed it and step up to the hole where I'd fellate him.
The time had come when a battered pickup truck pulled into my driveway and out stepped a big burly muscular man in a plaid flannel jacket and dingy Levi Jeans. He had on a trucker's cap and dirty steel toed work boots. I was able to watch the figure approaching my garden shed aka private gloryhole through the crack in the door. It was dark so it didn't immediately dawn on me that this was the man who I'd remembered as my best friend's father. Even the walk was somewhat familiar but I still had not put two and two together. It wasn't until he entered the shed and said hello that I knew the voice to be that of Tony's dad. He even told a corny joke upon entering which was his way of breaking the ice. He first found some straight porn on the the tv and then he proceeded to get comfy by removing his hat, jacket and he began unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers. I watched intently from the otherside through the hole and he never had a clue as to who I was. I find it very erotic watching men step up to the hole and presenting their flaccid penises to me as they entrust me to arouse them to the point of ejaculation. I feel honored each and every time. That time was happening as the light flickers from the tv monitor gave me a nice glimpse of what I'd be feasting on. Lorenzo aka "Renzo" presented me with a very thick browning uncut penis that hung at least 6 inches soft. It was surrounded by thick black curly pubes that were sprinkled with a few gray hairs here and there. His balls hung low and were also nice and hairy which is a turn on for me. I find that when men are unshaven their crotch will hold a nice musky odor that is a mixture of soap and sweat from the day's hard work. When I first dive in and throat their cocks I take the time to bury my face into their pubes and enjoy the aroma while swirling my tongue around the shaft of their cock which slowly begins to engorge with blood. My next moment of enjoyment comes from the surprise of the erection. Will it be straight or curved? Will the foreskin retract or continue to cover the head? Will the veins pop giving me something to trace with my tongue? Renzo had the perfect downward curve and the foreskin retracted partially. There was one very prominent vein that I knew I'd have fun tracing with my tongue.
Maybe 5 minutes into me slowly working "Renzo's" cock start to hear his muffled moans. The moans were just further encouragement. Renzo spoke again and said "I think I might need this every week, maybe even twice a week." Of course that was music to my ears but I didn't let it break my concentration. I continued to suck and edge Renzo until I felt he could take no more. In a last ditch effort I worked up the tempo and gave Renzo my combo special which involves me deepthroating and stroking his shaft with my right hand and gently massaging his balls with my left hand. All the while I am doing this I am using my tongue like another tool for stimulation as it swirls around the shaft head of his penis and occasionally flicking the tip of his cock. My head constantly spinning as is my right hand which is also gliding against his shaft. I like to work my mouth in a different direction from the right hand which is stroking them. Renzo was in heaven and he made sure I knew it as he showered me with praise between he moans of pleasure. It wouldn't be much longer before Renzo would pop like a bottle of bubbly. The moment of truth was soon upon me as I felt his balls draw up toward his shaft. His penis began to throb uncontrollably which was my cue to prepare for blast off. I waited for my mouth to fill up with the thick salty semen that I knew was about to come forth. Renzo moaned louder and I counted at least 9 strong squirts that had jizz flowing out of the side of my mouth as I couldn't contain it without swallowing it. Some of it did end up down the hatch. As he came down from his draining ejaculation, I held his penis in my mouth without moving and allowed it to deflate and ensuring that every last drop was left in my mouth. I was pleased with my performance and thanked my visitor for his time and told him he was welcome to hit me up anytime. He told me he'd definitely be back for more in the future. He got dressed and snagged one of the bottles of water on his way out.
As I sat there reflecting on the experience I started to think back to my times spent with my good childhood friend, Tony and his family. I never imagined that I would ever be in a situation where I'd have my best friend's father's cock in my mouth. The load he awarded me a glorious one and I look forward to his next visits.
What I can recall about Tony's parents were that they were very supportive and seemed to be deeply in love with one another. Tony's mom, Maureen was a homemaker who enjoyed cooking and catering events. Tony's father, Lorenzo was a hardworking construction worker who loved smoking cigars. He smoked like a chimney and he enjoyed telling corny jokes which Tony and I would laugh at even when they were not funny just to oblige him.
Once I got older and moved into my own place I'd developed quite a sexual fetish that would be considered taboo by most. I had an insatiable oral fixation and the object that I enjoyed having in my mouth the most was a penis. This oral fixation was quite different in my young as I was always sucking my thumb or chewing on the ends of pencils and it was a habit that never left me. The only difference is youth and adulthood was that I discovered the joys of having a hard fleshy throbbing penis filling my mouth. Thanks to the college bros that used to sneak into my dorm at night under darkness with lights off and a mask over my face that would show up for their regularly scheduled discreet blowjobs. I had quite the traffic to my dorm during the semesters with guys coming in for a few minutes here and there just to get their rocks off and go about their business managing the stresses of college. I called my operation "Stress Relief" which was what the guys would refer to it as when they'd message me for the service. Enough about my college whoredom. After college I wanted to continue satisfying my fetish while also meeting other men's needs so I set up a private gloryhole in a garden shed that I'd fitted to serve as a personal gloryhole booth which offered discretion to the men that would visit. It was suited for them to pull up to the side of my small house, get out, and enter the shed which was partitioned into 2 sides. My side was adorned with a small fan, a stool, a pillow for my knees, hand sanitizer, a bottle of mouthwash, wet wipes, and a small trashcan. The other side was adorned with a roll of paper towels, hand sanitizer, a trashcan, a chair, and a small tv which looped porn. The guys would be welcomed once they entered and they were instructed on how to find the porn of their choice. As a courtesy I also kept a jar full of assorted flavored condoms for those men that wanted to be extra cautious do to their marriage or relationship status. Word spread fast about the guy in the neighborhood with the private gloryhole as guys started telling friends of theirs. I didn't have to do too much promotion because I soon had quite a following of regulars that would ping my phone asking to set an appointment with me.
One day I'd gotten home from a long day at work and one of my ways of relaxing is accepting a few guys, three at most, so that they could enjoy the gloryhole. This particular day I had a message from an unfamiliar number from someone who went by "Renzo." Renzo told me he'd been told about my "services" and had been holding onto my contact info for a while. He'd finally worked up the nerve to hit me up. I learned that he was happily married with grown kids and the magic had been lost sexually with his wife and he needed an outlet that would allow him to have his needs met. He expressed his love for his wife but also battled with the dilemma of not being sexually satisfied in his marriage. I assured him that his secret would be safe with me and that I encouraged him to have his needs met safely at my gloryhole. After he felt comfortable with the setup he inquired about the day and time I'd be available for him to come by. I told him he could come later that night under the cover of darkness. The direction were simple. I gave him my address and instructed him to pull on the side of my house where his vehicle would be concealed from view. I then instructed him to open the gate to my backyard and look for the garden shed. He was asked to walk into the shed and select his porn of choice if he needed it and step up to the hole where I'd fellate him.
The time had come when a battered pickup truck pulled into my driveway and out stepped a big burly muscular man in a plaid flannel jacket and dingy Levi Jeans. He had on a trucker's cap and dirty steel toed work boots. I was able to watch the figure approaching my garden shed aka private gloryhole through the crack in the door. It was dark so it didn't immediately dawn on me that this was the man who I'd remembered as my best friend's father. Even the walk was somewhat familiar but I still had not put two and two together. It wasn't until he entered the shed and said hello that I knew the voice to be that of Tony's dad. He even told a corny joke upon entering which was his way of breaking the ice. He first found some straight porn on the the tv and then he proceeded to get comfy by removing his hat, jacket and he began unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers. I watched intently from the otherside through the hole and he never had a clue as to who I was. I find it very erotic watching men step up to the hole and presenting their flaccid penises to me as they entrust me to arouse them to the point of ejaculation. I feel honored each and every time. That time was happening as the light flickers from the tv monitor gave me a nice glimpse of what I'd be feasting on. Lorenzo aka "Renzo" presented me with a very thick browning uncut penis that hung at least 6 inches soft. It was surrounded by thick black curly pubes that were sprinkled with a few gray hairs here and there. His balls hung low and were also nice and hairy which is a turn on for me. I find that when men are unshaven their crotch will hold a nice musky odor that is a mixture of soap and sweat from the day's hard work. When I first dive in and throat their cocks I take the time to bury my face into their pubes and enjoy the aroma while swirling my tongue around the shaft of their cock which slowly begins to engorge with blood. My next moment of enjoyment comes from the surprise of the erection. Will it be straight or curved? Will the foreskin retract or continue to cover the head? Will the veins pop giving me something to trace with my tongue? Renzo had the perfect downward curve and the foreskin retracted partially. There was one very prominent vein that I knew I'd have fun tracing with my tongue.
Maybe 5 minutes into me slowly working "Renzo's" cock start to hear his muffled moans. The moans were just further encouragement. Renzo spoke again and said "I think I might need this every week, maybe even twice a week." Of course that was music to my ears but I didn't let it break my concentration. I continued to suck and edge Renzo until I felt he could take no more. In a last ditch effort I worked up the tempo and gave Renzo my combo special which involves me deepthroating and stroking his shaft with my right hand and gently massaging his balls with my left hand. All the while I am doing this I am using my tongue like another tool for stimulation as it swirls around the shaft head of his penis and occasionally flicking the tip of his cock. My head constantly spinning as is my right hand which is also gliding against his shaft. I like to work my mouth in a different direction from the right hand which is stroking them. Renzo was in heaven and he made sure I knew it as he showered me with praise between he moans of pleasure. It wouldn't be much longer before Renzo would pop like a bottle of bubbly. The moment of truth was soon upon me as I felt his balls draw up toward his shaft. His penis began to throb uncontrollably which was my cue to prepare for blast off. I waited for my mouth to fill up with the thick salty semen that I knew was about to come forth. Renzo moaned louder and I counted at least 9 strong squirts that had jizz flowing out of the side of my mouth as I couldn't contain it without swallowing it. Some of it did end up down the hatch. As he came down from his draining ejaculation, I held his penis in my mouth without moving and allowed it to deflate and ensuring that every last drop was left in my mouth. I was pleased with my performance and thanked my visitor for his time and told him he was welcome to hit me up anytime. He told me he'd definitely be back for more in the future. He got dressed and snagged one of the bottles of water on his way out.
As I sat there reflecting on the experience I started to think back to my times spent with my good childhood friend, Tony and his family. I never imagined that I would ever be in a situation where I'd have my best friend's father's cock in my mouth. The load he awarded me a glorious one and I look forward to his next visits.
