Discovering my manly fathers dirty secret chapter 2

After gaining my gold membership i moved further into club and was shocked once i found him.

Chapter 2

"Tuesday is gloryhole night"

That was the last thing the man at the front desk had said before I walked through the door. "What the hell was a gloryhole" I thought to myself unsure of what I'd walked into. Only now was it hitting me that I was completely unprepared for what was to come.

I was clearly inside of some sort of gay sex dungeon trying to find my strict homophobic father. This was such a crazy situation!

Through the door I found myself in a pretty normal looking bar. The bar itself was a square located in the middle of the room with tables and booths located around the room with a couple of people sat drinking.

Thinking about it, it was extremely quiet in here. Counting myself and the bartender there was only 6 people. There was a couple of guys making out in a booth, "Definitely a gay bar" i thought to myself, there was an old man around seventy sat at the bar nursing a whiskey, his bronze lanyard hanging from his neck,  and then there was a young guy chugging a glass of water at the bar his face bright red and sweat glistening on his brow. He also had a bronze lanyard but he'd thrown it over his shoulder so that it wouldnt get in the way of his drink.

"You must be working in overdrive" the bartender laughed as he polished a glass at the bar. "They just keep coming" the man with the water said. "I dont think i've ever sucked so much dick in my life! My jaw's starting to get sore" the man complained. "Why don't you call it a night then or even try being the one getting your dick sucked?" The bartender replied. The man shook his head "no way. There's a guy up there with a gold lanyard! 8.1 inches by 6 2 inches. I've only ever used dildos that big so i need to find him so i can get his number."

Nodding at the crazy statement the bar tender saw me and called out "hey! Everyone's gone through already so there might be a queue. You're welcome to have a drink until the first round dies down." Just then he noticed my lanyard and quickly hit the guy drinking at the bars shoulder to grab his attention. "Although i highly doubt you'll have to queue."

The guy at the bar spun around with his eyes going wide and the old man drinking his drink began to lick his lips. I felt like a deer in headlights.

Having second thoughts and realising that in a crowd this thin ,if my dad was here he'd notice me straight away, I replied "I dont think I'm gonna go in. I think there might be someone i know here and I dont want them to see me so I think I'm just gonna leave." "Why don't you just use an anonymity mask?" The bartender said. "We get a lot of straight guys in here who have the same issue so we allow people to wear masks whilst inside. Have you not brought one with you?" I shook my head. "You can use mine if you like?" The old man called. "I'm not young anymore so I mainly just watch but I still carry my mask around on the off chance someone catches my eye." He then lifted a matte black face mask from his bag which had eye and nose slits and then an overly large and circular hole for the mouth.

"Jesus christ that's convenient" I thought to myself. It seemed like every time there was an obstacles that caused me to fade in my resolve I was presented the exact thing I needed to be able to move forward.

"Thank you" I said "that helps massively" I took the mask from the old man and looked around the room.

Leading out of the room were seven doors each with a neon sign with the day of the week written in it. All of the signs were currently turned off except for the "Tuesday" sign.

I put the mask on over my face and walked through the door.

The sound was horrifying. I was greeted by a chorus of slurping sounds and moaning. In front of me was a staircase that led to a corridor with rows of red and grey alternating doors. This corridor was filled with men of all shapes and sizes some of them were naked and some of them were wearing masks.
They were all queuing outside of the doors. It seemed like more people wanted entry into the red doors than the grey but there was still a healthy mix.

I walked down the corridor looking for my dad and noticed that on the outside of the doors were hooks for people to hang their lanyards on. Most were bronze with a few silvers and one red door had a gold. Wierdly enough the door with the gold lanyard was the only door without a queue outside of it but the grey door next to it had the longest queue of them all.

I continued down the corridor when I saw a crowd had formed at the end. I managed to make my way to the front where I found a man in his forties on his hands and knees with a man either side of him. The man was sucking on the penis of the man in front of him whilst the man behind him was penetrating him through the man's anus. The man being penetrated had a look of pure bliss and happiness on his face. He had a bronze lanyard and I could see that his small penis looked to be leaking fluid constantly onto the floor.

It was the most insane thing I had ever seen.

"I need to get out of here" I thought. I quickly turned and started to run back towards the exit when I saw the man who had been drinking water at the bar walking and pointing towards me. "There's he is!" He shouted for everyone to hear. "There's the new guy with the gold lanyard!"

All heads turned to look at me. Even the guys putting on the show in the corner stopped to try and catch a look. Suddenly, they all began to walk towards me. "Which room are you going in" one guy said. "I call dibs" said another.

There was quite a lot of pushing and shoving among the men and I began to feel overwhelmed and scared. I had no idea what to do in this situation. I wasn't used to being the centre of attention and I didn't like it.

Through all the commotion and faces I saw the old man from the bar. Somehow he carefully managed to lift my lanyard off my head and then pointed at the red door behind me. "Go in there" he mouthed. Being the only semi friendly face in all of this i decided to follow his instructions and opened the door and ran in to find a naked man stood as close to the left wall that separated the red and grey rooms as possible. He startled when he saw me and we just stared at each other until the old man called to him "he has a gold lanyard so get the fuck out of there" he said as he removed the silver lanyard and replaced it with my gold one.

The man's face broke into a grin and as he turned to leave i noticed him pull his erect penis out of a hole that was cut into the wall. Through the hole I could see that there was a newly empty mouth. "Baby, where'd you go?" The mouth said. "Sorry baby, but we've got a golden boy here so we need to leave. We need to rejoin the queue if There's a new person." The leaving man said. The mouth threw a comical pout with a hmph sound before leaving. With the door closed I sat on the bench that lined the other wall and tried to think of a way out of this.

I could hear arguing coming from outside over who would get to go into the mouth sides room first. They all seemed pretty excited about my gold Lanyard so I highly doubted I could just walk out of this without doing anything. Could I? Was i really about to let a strange man I'd never met give me my first blow job? I'd always pictured my first sexual encounter would be with a cute girl I'd meet in college. Could I really go through with this?

Suddenly there was a loud bang on the door like someone had just been pushed into it. "Hey fuck you, man! I've never seen a gold dick up close so get the fuck out of my way!"

I knew i had to do it. They'd eat me alive anyway so I may as well do it once and leave with them happy. If what the last guy said was true, we had to leave once someone else entered and I'm assuming by the queues i saw earlier that you weren't allowed to just stay in here all day.

I looked at the hole that I'd have to put my dick through. At least it was anonymous. I could close my eyes and pretend it was a cute girl that was doing it.

I closed my eyes to picture her. She would be thin with reddish brown hair. Her breasts wouldn't be too large nor too small. She'd have a smile that could melt the heart of even the most miserable man in the world. She'd have freckles across her button nose and soft lips that would make your knees buckle when you kissed them.

I imagined the first time we would do anything like this. Maybe we'd have been on a few dates previously and I'd just taken her to see her favourite band so she decides to reward me.  She'd be nervous and embarrassed and it would make me fall in love with her more.

I pulled my pants down and began to stroke my penis as I fell further into the fantasy.

I imagined her stripping her clothes off piece by piece. Her cheeks a rosey shade of red due to a mixture of alcohol and excitement. Once she's down to nothing but her panties she would sit me down on the bed and slowly begin to pull my trousers and underwear to reveal my penis. Anxiously she would take it in her hand and say...

"Mmmm I can't wait to suck on that fat cock." She said in a deep sultry voice. Wait. Deep?

My eyes shot open to see an eye looking at me through the hole in the wall as i held my penis . Only now do I realise that it's become painfully quiet outside, the battle for who would suck my penis first had clearly been won and the victor had been watching me masturbate through the wall since.

To him, I must have looked like an eager participant in this who was preparing himself which I most definitely was not.

Still in shock I didn't move from my seat almost like if I didn't move he would move on like some sort of monstrous predator. But he wasn't. He was a man that for some reason viewed my penis as the most delicious treat that the world could offer.

He slowly pushed his fingers through the hole and began to move them inwards in a come hither motion. "Come over here" he mused "I promise I won't bite."

Even though he was speaking in a soft tone I could tell by the callouses on his hand that this wasn't your stereotypical flamboyant gay person like the man at the front desk. This was a man's man like my dad. As I stood up I tried to think in my mind if that made what was about to happen worse or not. My plan was still to imagine my dream girl but this was definitely going to be a challenge.

As i approached the hole he removed his fingers. "That's it" he mused. "Put it through and let me take care of you." He said in that calming tone "i'll take care of that hard cock for you" he said in ready anticipation. I took two deep breaths and began to slide my penis through the hole. "I'll be your good little cock sucker." He continued with lust in his voice. My penis was now all the way through the hole and I closed my eyes to prepare the fantasy of my dream girl. "I'll be your little sissy faggot" he growled.

My eyes shot open. my fantasy was gone and I was smacked in the face with cold reality. I dont know if it was due to excitement or not but with that last sentence he had dropped the calming sultry voice he was using to soothe me and swapped to a deeper voice. an intimidating voice. My father's voice.

Hearing him use the same sentence that he had used throughout my childhood to berate me in such a sexual self deprecating manner had my mind swirling with disbelief.

Suddenly, the heat from his mouth fell over me as quickly as the realisation. I reeled my head back and exclaimed "fuckkkkk".

He had taken at least half of my penis into his throat in one go and his tongue flicked out to lick the undercarriage of my penis. His hot and wet mouth coated my shaft in a thick layer of spit as he began bobbing his head up and down at an incredible rhythm taking me deeper and deeper into his willing throat.

The shock from finding out it was my father had been shoved violently to the back of my mind and the remaining space was filled with pure pleasure.

I no longer cared that this was the man that tormented me my entire life. The man who was the reason I had felt so alone and pathetic.

Right now, only one of us was on our knees with a penis in our mouth like a 'little sissy faggot' and it wasn't me!

My eyes rolled in the back of their sockets and a large moan escaped from my mouth as he pulled back until just the tip of my penis was left in his mouth. He somehow managed to fill his mouth with hot spit which we swished through his mouth enveloping my tip like a warm jacuzzi pump. As he did this his tongue was dipping into my pee hole as far as he could then he started swirling his tongue around the tip before applying pressure and slowly rubbing the full length of his tongue against the under part of my penis where the tip met the shaft and moved it back and forth in time with the bobbing of his head.

I was in heaven. This was by far greater than any amount of pleasure I could imagine. My fantasy began to flood my mind again but instead of it being the girl of my dreams sucking on my penis it was now vividly my father. A switch had been flicked in my brain and I now no longer wanted that perfectly cute and shy girl. I wanted my big, muscly tall father. And more importantly I wanted him on his knees. I had realised that in this moment our normal power dynamic had been flipped. Me, the powerful man with the powerfully large penis and him the embarrassing faggot on his knees with my manhood half way down his throat.

This rushing feeling of power began to overtake me and like a drug I needed more! Careful to mask my voice i spoke through the wall to my father "what color lanyard do you have?" I asked. He bobbed his head a few more times before taking me out of his mouth. Still using his hand to pump my slick shaft he replied "I'm a bronze".

I laughed inwardly. completely overtaken with this new contorted rush of manliness that i was feeling. Just knowing that my father was worshiping my penis with his mouth wasn't enough. I needed to hear him say it. "Is this the biggest penis you've ever seen?" I asked him praying internally that he would give me the answer that I needed so that i could keep riding this high.
He chuckled as he continued to pump my shaft slowly using both hands "I dont think that 'penis' is a big enough word for this monster" he replied and he was right. I was no longer a shy child who used words like penis, vagina or anus. I was a man whith something that made the most powerful man i have ever known assume such an embarassing role. I'd forgotten that he was already here when I arrived and that over the years he had likely sucked thousands of men. This moment was special for me and so i had rationalised that it must be special for him.

"Is this the biggest cock that you've ever sucked?" I growled through the wall. "Yes it is. By quite some distance too." My cock flexed in elation which my father must have noticed "And you're my little cocksucking faggot aren't you?"

This was it. This must be the moment that I'd overstepped. Any moment now he was going to stop pumping my cock, walk out his room, kick down my door and kill me. But he didn't. Instead he let out a laboured "yes". I could then hear a sharp fapping sound coming from my father's room. "Holy shit" I thought to myself. Not only did I get away with that but he's now masturbating both my cock and his own. I needed to explore this further so i continued to ask him degrading questions.

"You're lanyard is only bronze? So you've got a tiny dick, right?" Again, I half expected him to beat my ass but instead the sound of him jacking off his dick intensified "yes" he said breathlessly. "You're just a tiny dicked little slut who loves sucking dick aren't you?" I pushed. "Yes!" He moaned back. "Tell me then you worthless faggot" "I'm just a tiny dick little slut who loves sucking dick" he said through a wave of groans. "Louder!" I said "and jerk me off faster before I get bored" his pace picked up and he shouted "I'M JUST A TINY DICK LITTLE SLUT WHO LOVES SUCKING DICK" "ANY DICK?" I shouted back. "JUST YOUR DICK." He screamed at the top of his lungs "I'M A SISSY LITTLE BITCH WHO WORSHIPS YOUR COCK. I WANT TO TAKE IT DOWN TO THE BOTTOM OF MY THROAT AND FEEL YOU FILL MY STOMACH UP WITH YOUR HOT CUM!"

Well, it was safe to say that my father got off on being belittled and I had opened a can of worms I wouldn't be able to close again. I could hear laughter and the sound of cheering coming from the queue to my father's cubicle. He continued "I WANT TO TASTE YOUR CUM ON MY TONGUE THEN HAVE YOU BEND ME OVER AND RAM THAT MASSIVE COCK OF YOURS  UP MY ASSHOLE UNTIL I SQUIRT MY CUM ONTO FLOOR!" "Jesus christ" I thought to myself. I hadn't even considered that I could eventually end up fucking my father but from the dopamine that flooded my brain when he said that I knew that it was the natural progression. "I WANT YOU TO BREED MY ASSHOLE AND TURN IT INTO A STICKY MESS! I WANT YOU TO.. I WANT YOU TO..ugh" he never finished his sentence. I could tell by how stiff he had gotten that his self deprecating words had caused him to cum in his hand.

My big scary father had declared such despicable things and jerked himself off whilst sucking the cock of his baby boy. "He was so pathetic" I thought. But again, I wanted to push this further. Embaress him further.

"Move away from the hole" i said quietly "i want to have a look at the little faggot who just nutted in his own hand." He let go of my cock and I heard a shuffling sound as he backed away from the hole and I pulled my cock out so I can look through.

Part of me had thought that maybe this entire thing was just some perverted act of my own subconscious mind and that I would look though the hole to find a total stranger there. But I didn't.

Through the hole i saw my father. Completely naked on his knees like a schoolgirl and with his right hand covered in thick globes of his own cum. His penis, which to my delight was much smaller than I had imagined at no more than 4.5 to 5 inches in length was quickly becoming flaccid. He had a look of total embarrassment etched across his face. I think i just took him to a place that even he didn't realise that he enjoyed.

"You like being treated like a bitch, don't you? I said through the hole. He nodded like a child who didn't want to admit that he'd been caught doing something naughty. "We're not finished here you know. You said that you was going to drink my cum so that's what you're going to do isn't it?" He nodded again and then began to reach to his side for a towel that he'd brought with him to wipe away his cum. "Stop right there" I said quickly "have you ever tasted your own cum before" I asked and he nodded a third time. "Has sucking my dick turned you into some kind of mute retard?" I asked in frustration "no" he said looking me in the eye. The post nut clarity had clearly instilled some fight back into him but I was going to break that.

"Have you ever tasted your own cum before? And none of this yes no bullshit. I want you to use your words and give me details" I demanded.

He sighed before straightening his posture and saying "yes I have tasted my own cum however it's not something I do regularly just a couple of times when I was younger out of curiosity. Truth be told, I'm not actually a huge lover of the taste of cum in general although i do find that my own doesnt tast that bad. I just like swallowing it because I like how dirty it makes me feel but even then I always aim to shoot it straight down my throat. You've definitely already picked up on the fact that I have a kink for being made to feel small and weak but I try not to advertise it to every tiny dicked faggot in this place. Normally I like to be on your side of the door but after seeing your gold lanyard and the huge commotion outside the door I just had to be the first person to have you."

I nodded in surprise at the monologue. This was the most i had ever heard my father say in one sentence my entire life.

"Well, I'll tell you what" I began "I won't tell anyone else in here about your kink as long as you let me divulge in it with you. I'm quite a small guy so I dont have many opportunities to feel this powerful. How does that sound?" I asked. He laughed "after what just happened they'll all know about it the second I leave this room. I just screamed it at the top of my lungs so they know that whoever's in here is a worthless faggot."

"Hmmm. Let me try something" I walked over to the door and poked my head out. We had drawn a rather large queue. At least 12 men were stood outside the door to my fathers room. "Excuse me gentlemen" I said. They all turned to look at my masked face. "Does anyone here happen to have an anonymity mask i can have?" They exchanged glances until a large Latino man walked over to me and handed me a Luchador mask. "Perfect" I said "I'll remember your face for the next time I'm here. For now this is the only round I'm doing so you can leave the queue. Nobody else is getting a go on my cock tonight." The men all sighed and walked off including the Mexican man who was the only one smiling. He was quite fat so I imagine he'd be good at sucking dick and I'd definitely be coming back.

I went back into my room and pushed the luchador mask through the hole. "They're all gone now and I got this for you just in case." I said.

My father's face beamed into a smile."now" I said "are you going to sit there pouting or are you gonna join me in some decrepit shit that's outside of both our comfort zones and take care of my cock in the meantime? You dirty little cumslut."

My father laughed and said "I'm in. But what should I do about this?" He said holding up his still cum covered fingers.

A minute later I had pushed my cock back through the hole and my father had begun jerking me off
Using his own cum as lube. I'd told him that if he was going to be my cumslut then he would need to learn to enjoy the taste of cum and also that that little friendly interaction we had just had would never happen again. He was my bitch and I would treat him as so.

After my cock was substantially lathered he went to work on sucking my cock. He'd gone back to using the jacuzzi trick which was my favourite but I had started moving my hips so that i was fucking the tip of my penis in and out of the mix of hot spit and cum that he had gathered in his mouth. With each thrust I was managing to get more and more of my cock down his throat.

The idea of having my father clean his own cum off of my dick was helping me climb to the edge but I managed to fight it off until he used his finishing move. In one quick movement he had pushed as much of my cock into his throat as he could, then he began to flex his throat muscles and swallow my cock. It felt like my cock was a mouse inside a pythons belly slowly being broken down and compressed by it's inner muscles. I couldn't contain myself anymore and I knocked on the door to signal that I was Cumming.

As part of his training my father pulled off my cock until just the tip remained and he let me cum into his mouth and straight onto his tongue. Thick ropes of semen fired out of my dick filling his mouth. It was by far the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced.

I removed my cock from the hole and peered through. As instructed the dirty little bitch hadn't swallowed yet and instead was swirling my massive load around in his open mouth.

After about a minute I said "now act like the cum slut you are and swallow my delicious load." My father the proceeded to close his mouth and gulp my cum down. The load must have been bigger than I thought as it took him at least three gulps to finish it.

My knees felt weak and so I fell backwards onto the seat behind. "That's weird" my father said once was finished swallowing. "You're cum tastes extremely similar to my own." I laughed. "Well get used to it. You're going to be drinking it every Tuesday from now on." I replied. "Why wait till tuesday" he said "we can do it on Thursday at swingers night."