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Subject: Watching My Son Grow: Chapter 2 First, I want to say thank you too everyone who took the time to reach out following the last chapter. As it was my first story on Nifty, I didn't know if it was going to be a case of shouting into the void, but you all made it worth it. I hope you enjoy this chapter. I'm planning on another two chapters after this, and again, please reach out with any feedback or comments, but like last time, any flames will just go straight in the trash, so please don't waste your time. Again, this story not real. This is not based on any real-life experience. This is purely fantasy. Last but not least, donate to Nifty! They provide an incredible service, I've shot countless loads to stories on here, and it's all free. Watching My Son Grow: Chapter Two After Max asked me if he could suck another man's dick, I thought on it a lot. It stumped me for a while. Obviously, I couldn't take him cruising, and I couldn't organise another man to come to the house. Or could I? After a while, and quite a bit of planning, I came up with what I thought could be a perfect solution. I told Max I thought I had figured something out, but despite his best attempts to get me to tell him, I wouldn't. I told him it was a surprise, and that he would have to wait until I was ready. His birthday was on a Friday, and I asked him what he wanted to do. He told me he wanted to have a little party here at the house with some of his friends from school, and then a sleepover. That was fine by me, so I made all the necessary arrangements. I contacted his friends' parents, some of my friends and invited them all to a barbecue in the garden on the Friday evening. They all accepted, and the kids were given permission for a sleepover. My only caveat was that they were all collected by 11 the next morning as we had plans. That seemed to be fine with everyone, so I put step two of my plan into place. When I was next at work, I put in a holiday request for the entire week before Maxs' birthday, and thankfully it was approved straight away. I didn't tell Max any of the last part, or about his friends having to leave by 11 the morning after their sleepover, but he knew everything else. On the Monday of his birthday week, Max woke me up as usual with a blowjob. I looked down at him as he was sucking my dick, his eyes closed, slightly flushed, entirely focused on that task at hand. My moan alerted him to the fact I was awake, and he opened his eyes to look up at me. Those beautiful blue eyes, filled with such love and devotion and passion for what he was doing. I reached down and ruffled his hair and he smiled up at me with my dick still in his mouth. 'Move around baby boy, let Daddy suck on your little dick too' I asked, He did as I requested, and soon I was faced with his smooth crotch and cock. I licked at it before taking it entirely in my mouth. Max squealed around my cock as I made him feel good. With his dick in my mouth, I licked where his balls would soon drop. I then rolled over on my back, bringing Max with me. From this position, he could throat my dick, and I could have easier access to both his dicklet and his boy pussy. I stared at the latter, Christ it was beautiful. Pink and hairless and inviting. I began eating him out slowly, before slipping a finger inside him. He groaned at the intrusion, and the vibration felt incredible around my dick. 'Keep an eye on the time' I whispered down to him, He nodded with my dick still in his throat and doubled down. In minutes, he had me on the edge, and I had two fingers working hist tight little cunt. He was moaning up a storm as I scissored them inside him, stroking up against his immature little prostate. 'Daddy's going to cum, Max' I moaned. He moaned back, determined to get my load. 'You going to eat Daddy's cum?' I asked, and he moaned in reply. I moved my free hand to the back of his head and held it there as I began to fuck up into his mouth. 'Fuck, your mouth is incredible Max. You're a born cocksucker and your tight little throat is going to get it!' With that, I shot straight down his throat. I don't even think he would have been able to taste my spunk at all. I continued rubbing his prostate, and let the back of his head go as he started to shake and squeal his way through his dry cum. After we both came down from our highs, I swivelled him around, gave him a quick kiss and then hustled him into the shower. After a quick shower, he went back to his bedroom to get ready for school, and I dressed for work, though that was a ruse as he didn't know I was off all week. After waving him off on the school bus, I headed back up to my room and changed into more casual clothes and then into the garage to finalise my measurements. You see, attached to the house is a triple car garage. I only use the two bays closest to the door into the house, one for my car, one for my late fathers' pagoda-roof Mercedes, which I couldn't bring myself to sell; and the third bay is more of a storage area. At the other end of the garage from the house is a door to the side of the garden. This door was key to my plan. I finished up my measurements, and then headed out to the local big box hardware store. It didn't take me long to track down everything that I wanted, and I paid and arranged for delivery the following morning. Over the next couple of days, I worked away on my plan whilst Max was at school. I managed to explain away why I was home every day when he got back from school by telling him that I was getting stuff ready for his party, and my boss had let me come home a couple of hours early all week as he knew the party was Friday night and I wouldn't have the time to do it all after work on the Friday. Max seemed to buy my excuse, and he went about his normal routine of homework, sucking my dick, and then dinner all week without any questions. Friday evening rolled around, and with the door through from the house to the garage locked, we all celebrated Max's 10th birthday. He got some lovely gifts from his and my friends, and was so polite in saying thank you. He blew out the candles on his Fortnite-themed cake, and in that moment, I could almost think he was a normal 10-year-old boy, and forget he was my personal, popper-loving, piggy, deepthroating cocksucker. After all the adults left, I was left with half a dozen boys on my hands. Some would think I was in heaven, but I had all the boy I needed. So, I left them in the den watching movies with enough popcorn to stock a multiplex, and headed upstairs to watch TV and catch up on emails on my laptop in bed. I told the boys they were welcome to anything in the kitchen, but if they needed me, I was only upstairs. About an hour and a half later, I had finished my work and was just about to strip and jump in the shower when there was a knock on the door. 'Come in' I shouted The door opened and Max stood in the doorway, 'Thank you for a great day, Daddy' he said sweetly. I walked over and hugged him. 'You're welcome baby boy' I said, 'do you all want to get changed into your pyjamas and I'll set up your sleeping bags?' 'Please' replied Max, 'Let's go then' I followed Max back downstairs and into the den, 'Right boys, you all change into your PJs and I'll get the room set up for sleeping' They scrambled for their bags, and the shyer ones went to various bathrooms to change, whilst Max and another boy changed right there in the den. To keep myself from staring, I got to work with the inflatable mattresses, very thankful we had an electrical pump; and spread them out across the floor. I left the boys to choose where they wanted to put their sleeping bags, made sure they had what they wanted for the rest of the night, told then not to stay up too late (which probably fell on deaf ears), and then left them to it. I headed to the kitchen to get myself a drink before I headed back upstairs to my bedroom. Whilst I was waiting for the kettle to boil, I heard the door to the den open and Max appeared in the kitchen, wearing his favourite Captain America pyjamas. 'Hi Daddy' he said with a big smile, 'Hey birthday boy!' I replied, crouched down so he could walk into a hug. 'Thank you for such a great day, and for being such a great Dad' Honestly, my heart melted. What had I done to deserve such a kid? 'You're welcome, my little man' I said getting my emotions in check, I pulled him back from the hug and held him at arm's length, 'Now listen' I said quietly, so we couldn't be overheard, 'don't worry about waking me up as usual in the morning. I have a surprise for you tomorrow that will make up for it' He looked like he immediately put two and two together, but he didn't say anything else. I turned him around, smacked his butt gently and sent him back to his friends. 'Night Max' I called after him, 'Night Daddy' he called back. The next morning, I made breakfast for Max and his friends, and it was wonderful to watch him just be a 10-year-old boy, joking and laughing. He seemed to have attracted a good set of friends too, they were all calm and polite, helping me whenever I asked for it, and even when I didn't. His friends were all gone by 11, and Max was suddenly all business. 'What's my surprise, Daddy?' he asked, 'is it what I asked for?' There was no need for pretence anymore, so I decided to tell him what I had been planning. 'When you told me that you wanted to suck other men's cocks, it worried me, but I can't say that was unexpected. I've been expecting to have that conversation with you for a while' I explained, 'So I got to thinking. I knew I wouldn't be able to take you out in public, to take you cruising, because you're too young. But I had an idea in the back of my head, and I want to show you'. I took his hand and we walked into the garage, passed my car and my late fathers' Mercedes, to the empty third bay. Only now, it wasn't empty. There was something in the corner, blocking the side door to the garden, though at the moment, it was all covered by a very large dust sheet that was tacked to the ceiling. 'Do you know what a gloryhole is? I asked Max, 'Yes, Daddy' came the unsurprising reply 'You've seen them in porn?' 'Uh-huh' he said, with a vigorous nod of the head. 'Well, I thought that might be the solution' I said, 'it would mean you could suck other men's dicks without them being able to see you' His eyes lit up. 'So, baby boy, happy birthday!' I cried, and with no small amount of fanfare, I pulled the sheet down. The reveal probably wasn't to everyone's tastes, but clearly my son loved it as he almost winded me with the force he hugged me. I'd essentially created a private gloryhole booth in the corner on the garage, boxing in the door to the outside. The booth was about 4 foot by 8, the exterior door on one of the longer sides, with the gloryhole opposite it. The shorter side that faced the garage had a normal interior door in it, so we could still gain access to outside if we needed to; however, it had three heavy locks on it, all of them only accessible from the garage side. I wanted to make sure none of the guys who came here would be able to break through. I unlocked them all, and shepherded Max into the booth. I'd created the stud walls with 10mm chipboard, and I'd painted the entire thing black, walls, ceiling, floors; and lit it with soft coloured lights. I'd even found a red neon light that just read 'SUCK', which was hung on the other shorter wall. Below it was a shelf full of porno mags, gay, straight, bi, whatever; poppers, cloths, wet-wipes. I'd tried to think of everything a man could want, before, during and after a blowjob. I did think about putting a flatscreen in there with porn playing, but thought that would probably be too much. Below that shelf were half a dozen chrome escort izmit hooks, so visitors could hang up whatever they needed. There was a leather bar stool too, so they could sit and rest of they needed to. The hole was a wide slot with rounded corners, so guys of different heights could use it. I'd also put a rubber trim all the way around it, so the rough edges of the chipboard wouldn't hurt anyone. At about chest level, there were two bars about two feet part, so they could hold onto them and use them as leverage if they wanted to fuck Maxs' face. 'Daddy, this is amazing' said my boy, with a huge smile. 'I'm glad you like it' I replied, 'do you want to see where you're going to be?' 'Yes please' he said, taking my hand. We went back through into the garage, though I didn't bother closing or locking the interior door as there was little point. The garage side wasn't as well finished. The studs were visible on both walls, though there was a large gap between them around the gloryhole, with strong horizontal studs above and below it to keep the wall strong. Sitting on the crossbeam just above the gloryhole were half a dozen bottles of poppers, so Max and I could take a hit whenever we wanted. On this side of the gloryhole, I'd made a small hatch so we could close and lock it if necessary. Just below the hatch, I'd placed a pair of smaller handles about shoulder width apart, so Max could hold onto them to help him keep his head in place whilst he was getting his throat railed. I'd also made Max a platform so he could be comfortable on his knees whilst he sucked. It was raised just a little bit off the ground, so his mouth would be level with the hole; padded, and covered in black, wipe-clean leather. It was on wheels, which could lock, so he could move it out of the way if he wanted to. I'd also bought him a smaller stool, which was also on wheels, so if he wanted to sit and suck dick, he could too. I watched as he climbed onto the platform, unlocked and opened the small hatch, uncovering the gloryhole; and looked through. He turned back to look at me and said, 'Daddy, this is incredible. You did all this for me?' 'Of course I did, baby boy' I replied, 'You wanted to suck more dick, and I wanted to see you do it' Of course, I'd also bought myself a little present too. Another wingback chair, so I could sit back and watch my boy get to work. Of course, I wasn't actually sure about sharing Max with other men, but I hadn't told him that. The last thing I wanted was him beginning to resent me, and then going out to find other men anyway. There would likely be no winners in that situation. 'This platform is on wheels too, so if your knees get too sore, you can move it and sit on the stool instead. 'You've thought of everything' he said, seemingly amazed. He opened and closed the little door a few more times, and ran his fingers around the rubber trim on the gloryhole itself. Whilst we was doing that, I slipped back into the booth, unzipped quickly and shoved my dick through the hole. Almost immediately, I heard him giggle and then at least half of my half-hard dick was in my sons' mouth. Within seconds, I was fully hard, and Max was starting to deepthroat me. 'Hold on to the handles, baby' I said through the wall. All I got was a moan in response, but he obviously did as I asked as his strokes began to get deeper, and he wasn't pushed back when I thrust forward. After few minutes of fucking my boys' exquisite throat, I was getting close. 'We need to make this quick, baby' I moaned, 'I need to show you part two of your present' Max groaned and doubled down on my dick, throating it faster and faster. I reached over to the shelf, and took a deep hit from one of the new popper bottles there. As they hit, my orgasm took over and I shot load after load down my little boys' throat. Fuck, my boy was talented. And now I'd get to see him share that talent with whoever ended up where I was right now. I pulled back and slipped back through the hole. I left my dick out as I walked back into the garage. Max was still knelt on the platform, but his eyes lit up when he saw me come back through. I sat in the wing chair, and he came over, knelt down and began to clean my dick. I just sat there and let him, feeling his little puppy tongue work my deflating dick. Once he was satisfied, he looked up at me with such love in his eyes and said, 'Thank you, Daddy' 'You're welcome, son' I said as I ruffled his hair, 'now do me a favour and go grab my phone from the kitchen' No sooner had I asked, than he was up and off. Whilst he was gone, I tucked my soft dick back into the flat and zipped up. When he came back, practically running the length of the garage to get to me, I tapped my lap and he manoeuvred around so he was sat on my lap. He handed me my phone, 'Now, you may be wondering how we're going to get guys to come here so you can service them' I said, and Max nodded, 'well, I've created profiles on various websites and apps that allow men to meet other men for sex' I opened Grindr, and navigated my way to our profile. The picture was a headless torso shot of me, with the by-line 'PRIVATE GLORYHOLE' underneath. Beneath that was the description, My boy wants to suck your dick, and I want to watch him do it. But he's shy, so like any good, loving Daddy, I built him his own gloryhole at home. I'll provide everything you need, porn, poppers, towels; you just need to bring your dick. My boy will provide the best throat you've ever had. So, here's the deal, if you're interested, drop me a message and we'll go from there. Before you message me, you need to obey the following: 1. I am in charge here. I don't like the look of you, something seems off when we're chatting, you're out. 2. The gloryhole will only be open for appointments. We all have lives to lead, and we aren't home all the time. You make an appointment with me, and you stick to it. You miss an appointment; you won't be asked back. 3. Don't get pissy if you have to wait a while, it will be worth it. 4. I want to see a dick pic. I'm not fussed about a face pic, that's up to you, but see below. 5. You will be on CCTV from the moment you enter my property to the moment you leave it again. You will not be recorded in the gloryhole booth without prior agreement. This means your face and your number plate will be recorded. This is a security measure designed to protect everyone involved. 6. Following on from the above, any violence or abusive behaviour will not be tolerated and the session will stop immediately. I love my boy, and I won't watch him get hurt. Remember, I have your face on camera. 7. No filming of your own. If you can agree to all that, then we should be good to go. Signed, OnehornyDad Max read it all, and seemed to understand it. 'Any questions, baby' I asked, 'No, Daddy' came the reply. I checked my watch, and said, 'You stay here a second, I just need to fetch some things' I went back into the house, gathered my laptop and a couple of glasses of water, and headed back into the garage. When I got back, Max was rolling around on the stool, giggling. He looked so adorable. I set everything down where it needed to go, set up my laptop, and picked up my phone again. 'Max, I don't if any of your friends told you, but I told them that they needed to be picked up by 11 this morning' He shook his head at me, and said 'no one said anything' 'That's because the first appointment for you to suck a stranger's cock is at 12.30' Max looked at his colourful little watch and gasped. 'That's in 10 minutes!' he squealed, 'It sure is, now get naked' I barked. He jumped at my tone of voice, and then got busy. He practically tore his T-shirt off, sat back on his stool to take off his trainers and socks, and then slid his shorts and briefs off in one go. He even took his watch off. As he was getting undressed, I went into the booth, unlocked the exterior door, and then closed and locked the door from the booth into the garage. I also closed and locked the small flap that revealed the gloryhole. Max handed everything to me, and I put it all in a little wicker basket a couple of feet away I'd placed there just for this purpose. 'Do you want to see who's coming, baby?' I asked, 'Please!' he said happily. I pulled the app up again, and navigated to the messages I'd been having with the guy that was coming, Likeitdeep19. Max didn't really need to know the details of the conversation, but rather I showed him the pictures. The first three were of the guys' dick, it was about the same length as mine, but a little thicker. I didn't want Maxs' first gloryhole experience to be too challenging, no point putting in all this work just to have him decide he was done with other men because the first one was too much. The dick had more pronounced veins than mine, was uncut, with a nicely defined head; all standing in quite a thick crop of dark blonde pubic hair. I then showed Max the pictures of his face and body. I knew from our chat he was a couple of years older than me, but he was in great shape. His chest and abs were defined, and covered in the same deep blonde fur as his pubes. His face was handsome, sharp, clean jaw, blue eyes, a thin nose, and short blonde hair swept and styled. 'He's handsome, Daddy' declared Max, 'So he is' I replied, just as an alert appeared on both my laptop and my phone saying there was movement on the driveway. I turned to look at my laptop, and my stomach dropped. Crawling up the driveway was a police car, and I could see the driver looking around carefully. I told Max to run and turn the lights off in the garage, as the switch was by the door back into the house. My mind worked overtime as I wondered how I could get out of this. I would say my 'boy' wasn't here, I hadn't mentioned Max was my son in the advert at all. Therefore, I could argue Max and my boyfriend were two different people. I would say my boy was out, Max was upstairs in his room, and I was planning to suck this guys' dick instead as I didn't want him to feel hard done by as he'd followed all my rules to the letter. I watched as the car moved from one camera feed to another, before it pulled up outside the third garage bay, as instructed, and we could both hear it as it idled outside. 'Max, I need you to keep quiet' I whispered at my son, 'even if you do end up sucking this guys' dick, you need to stay silent. You can't make any noise, do you understand?' I think he understood the nervousness and immediacy in my tone, and he nodded vigorously in reply. We both watched as the police officer got out of his car, and looked around. He closed the door, and we heard it slam through the closed roller door. It did something to assuage my nerves when he looked directly at the camera just to the right of the top of the roller door, winked and groped his crotch lewdly. However, my mind was still going a mile a minute as we watched him leave the side of his car and walk up the side of the garage. We heard the audio in stereo as he opened the exterior door and stepped into the booth. I muted my laptop. Max and I looked at each other in the glow of the laptop screen, currently the only source of light in the entire garage at this point. We could hear the policeman in the booth, presumably getting undressed. Either that or he was planning to break the interior door down and hold me at gunpoint whilst social services came to take Max away. After a couple of minutes, there was a quiet knock on the wall, the agreed signal he was ready. I shooed Max onto the platform, and mimed opening the flap. He looked up at me, took a deep breath, gave me a thumbs up, and unlocked the door. The slight pink light from the neon sign illuminated enough of Maxs' face to tell me he was izmit escort bayan surprised. He silently gasped too. Almost immediately, the dick we'd seen on Grindr came through the gloryhole. Max licked the head tentatively, which earned him a groan from the man in the booth. Seemingly buoyed by the response, Max stretched his lips around the head of the dick, and began to work his way down it. I sat back in my chair, and even though I'd shot my load not long before, my dick was already stiffening. Seeing my beautiful son sucking a strangers' dick through a gloryhole the day after his tenth birthday was not something I'd ever expected to see, but now that I had, fuck, it was hot. As Max reached the base of the dick, there was another groan from the booth, followed by a rumbling 'fuck'. I undid my belt and zip, and sat there with my trousers around my ankles, jerking off watching what was tantamount to the hottest porn on the planet. Max treated that dick like it was the only thing in the world. He deepthroated it hard, gave it soft, gentle licks, sucked the head hard whilst he worked the rest of the shaft with his hands, he even licked the mans' balls through the hole. The policeman in the booth seemed to be enjoying himself. He was swearing and groaning and moaning as my boy worked. I heard him take a hit of poppers a couple of times too. He eventually got into a groove, thrusting into Maxs' mouth. I guessed he was holding onto the handles in the booth as he was really working up a head of steam. An unexpected perk of watching Max work was seeing my little cocksucker on his knees, with his cute little butt pushed out. I could see his pussy in the dimness, winking as his throat spasmed. I looked back at Maxs' face, seeing the focus on it. 'I'm getting close, buddy' came the voice from the booth. Max groaned almost silently, and I got up, slipped my feet out of my trousers and underwear, and leant next to him, grabbing the bottle of poppers of the shelf next to him. 'You want that load?' I asked, my voice deep. Max nodded slightly as he worked his little lips up and down the policeman's dick. I unscrewed the lid and took a big hit myself, before moving the bottle under my sons' nose, closing one nostril with my finger, and making Max hit too. I then switched nostrils, and made Max take another big hit. His shoulders seem to relax, and he gave a relatively deep, quiet sigh from the back of his throat, and he doubled down on sucking that dick. The policeman obviously noticed the change too, and groaned his pleasure. 'Fuck buddy' came his voice through the wall, 'your throat is fucking perfection' They seemed to have developed a strange sync in which the policeman would thrust through the hole, and Max would pull himself forwards using his handles, at the same time. Max was basically fucking his own throat on a strangers' dick at this point. The groans from the booth got louder, until the policeman gave out a roar as he came. Max pulled himself as far forward as he could, holding the head of the policemans' cock in his throat, as it shot what seemed to be an enormous load directly into his stomach. Max's lips were stretched taught around the base of the strange dick, and his eyes began to water as he drank the policeman's spunk. Eventually, the man began to pull back, and Max let the spent cock slip from his lips. 'Stay there, baby' I whispered. 'Thanks man' said the voice from the booth as his dick retreated back into the booth. Max turned to look at me, and I mimed closing the hatch. Max did so, and we listened in silence as the man in the booth redressed. We must have made an odd sight, a naked 10-year-old boy on his hands and knees, drool and cum running down his chin; and his Dad stood behind him, naked from the waist down, hard as a rock. As soon as the external door closed, and the policeman reappeared on the CCTV camera on my laptop, I told Max to stay exactly where he was. 'Pass me the poppers, baby' I asked Max, and he passed them back to me. I unscrewed the lid and took a couple of massive hits, before handing the bottle back to my son. I looked down to see Maxs' pussy winking in the dim light, crouched so the head of my dick was just touching the cleft of his pert little arse, and started to wank. Max turned back to look at me, this was a new thing for us as I'd never done anything like it before, but from the look in his eyes, he was enjoying himself. He leant back and held his cheeks apart, so I was rubbing the head of my dick directly onto his little hole. I caught his eye, and spat down onto my dick. It landed just passed my dick, directly on his hole. Max began to look fearful, 'Relax, baby' I cooed to him, 'I'm not going to fuck you' 'Ok Daddy' came the small reply, and the fear left his eyes. 'I'm just going to spunk on your little pussy baby' I said, starting a stream of filth as I worked my shaft, 'watching you suck that strangers dick was fucking hot, Max. Did his cum taste good, baby?' 'Yes, Daddy' he said quietly, 'it was strong but really good' 'I'm glad you enjoyed it baby, was it everything you wanted it to be? Sucking another mans' dick?' 'It was weird to start with, but once I started, I really enjoyed it.' 'Well I certainly enjoyed watching you, son. And now Daddy's going to cum all over that sweet little boy pussy of yours. Hold your cheeks open, baby' He did as I asked, and it was seconds before I was shooting a surprisingly large load on his little hole. I sort of stumbled over him as I came down from my orgasm, and he pushed back into me, so we ended up cuddling awkwardly as he remained knelt on his padded platform. 'You're so amazing Max, I hope you liked your birthday present' I said into his ear. 'I loved it, Daddy' he replied happily, 'you're the best' And so that's how Max came to suck strangers' dicks. It seemed like the best compromise given the situation, and we both loved it. Max was getting as much dick as he wanted, given he was still sucking me off twice a day; and then sucking off strangers in his own private gloryhole almost every other day. The policeman seemed to be a bit of a blessing in disguise. After the first session, he messaged me on Grindr, 'Your boy has a fucking hot mouth. I haven't cum like that in years. I'll be back, and if you have any trouble with any other guys, you let me know.' And he did come back. Every Saturday. Over the next couple of months, Max sucked a lot of dick. I think in the three months after his birthday, he sucked off thirty guys; which is a lot for anyone, never mind a 10-year-old boy. Of course, there were some guys who he didn't like, either they weren't clean enough, they didn't get hard enough, or in one case, the man who smelled so bad I could smell him from where I was sat on the wing chair three feet away. In those cases, the little door covering the l gloryhole was closed, and the men simply slunk away and we didn't hear from them again, which I was thankful for. I really didn't want to have to take the policeman up on his offer. But Max really honed his skills on those men he did like. If he was a great cocksucker before this, he was an outstanding one now. And I reaped the benefits. Not only did I get to watch my beautiful boy services strangers practically every other day, and jerk off to that pleasure; often slipping into the booth after they left, and letting Max nurse another load out of me. But when it was just the two of us together, he worshipped my dick like he never had before. I think the variety of dicks he'd sucked helped. I'd make sure they were all pretty big, some were thicker than mine, some were longer. He struggled at first, but he was a trooper. A combination of hard work and a lot of poppers meant Max could deepthroat a fat 10*quot; cock with almost no problem. Of course, when the owner of said fat 10*quot; cock was close to cumming, and was really railing Maxs' throat pussy; Max struggled. But he persevered, despite the gagging and the choking and the mucus and all but puking on that fat dick, Max persevered. He swallowed all the cum that was shot down his throat, moaning as quietly as he could as he did so. Of course, the fact I'd fed him an inordinate amount of poppers and was holding his head in place as the disembodied dick fucked my sons' throat ragged is by the by. We don't want to get bogged down in details, now, do we? That episode was a blip though, and Max asked me not to do it again, as much as he'd enjoyed it. He reminded me about our conversation years ago about consent, and how I'd not got his. I apologised to him, and he accepted it; and for the first time, I felt guilt about all of this. But Max told me not to, it was a mistake on my part, just like him sucking my dick that first morning was a mistake on his part; so now we were both equal. Who knew I'd raised such a wise and magnanimous son? The owner of the fat 10*quot; dick was one of what Max called his 'regulars'. A group of 5 men who came by usually once a week, and Max really seemed to take to sucking them. Of course, there were still some one offs, but Max liked his regulars, so we established an odd little routine. We referred to these regulars by nicknames, so we could talk about them whenever we needed to without arousing suspicion. Of course, we also didn't know their real names, but that was immaterial. The fat 10*quot; dick belonged to a man we called 'The Suit'. He was an older guy, probably in his mid-50's, who drove a very nice Mercedes, wore what looked to be a solid gold Rolex, and was always dressed in an immaculately fitted suit. His screen name was OldHungandFullofCum, and boy, was he not lying. His was generally not vocal when it came to words, but he grunted with each thrust, and usually offered a soft and deep 'Thank you, Son' after he's shot a mammoth load down Maxs' throat. I had to explain to Max that some men liked to fantasise that he was their own son, which made him giggle a little bit, but there we are. 'The Suit' usually came by on a Friday evening, I imagine to work out the stresses of his week; and Max was always happy when I got home from work, knowing the he was about to service that mighty meat and be fed a gargantuan load. I guessed from his simple wedding band he was in a sexless marriage, and Maxs' velvety throat was his only sexual release. Of course, the policeman became known as 'The Policeman', and his Saturday lunchtime visits were something both Max and I looked forward to. I think because he was the first stranger- dick Max had ever sucked gave him a special place in both of our hearts, if that wouldn't such a fucked-up thing to think. Eventually he told me over Grindr chat that Saturday at noon was when his shift finished, and he stopped by on his way home to the wife and kids. The fact he probably had kids at home Maxs' age made it hotter for me as I watched my boy deepthroat that cop-dick every week. The third regular was a guy we called 'The Trucker'. His first session was at 8AM on a Sunday morning, which I thought was strange, but there we are. We only called him that as his screen name was Bigdicktrucker, but I suppose he fit some of the stereotype too. He turned up in a pick-up, usually wore a vest and jeans, and often a ball cap. He was dark ginger, slight beard most of the time, though it could just have been a couple of days' worth of stubble; and he had a little bald patch. He was older than me, I'd say he was mid-40's, and was a heavy-set guy. Not fat, his gut was all muscle, and fuck, his thighs were incredible. When I showed Max his pictures to begin with, Max wasn't sure. The Trucker wasn't classically handsome, nor did he have a magazine-ready body. However, his weight lent a certain heft to his thrusts as he slowly hammered kocaeli anal yapan escort Max's throat, which seemed to win Max over. His dick was big, just like him. Not overly long, I'd say it was just a hair over 7*quot;, but it was fat. The fattest of the bunch. Of all the regulars, his was the one Max struggled with the most. It was probably his fifth or sixth visit before Max really got to grips with it, and managed to take it all the way to the base. Max was rewarded with a groan of 'FUCK' through the wall when his lips hit his pubes. He simply kept his cock in place, and let Max impale himself on it slowly, snorting a fresh bottle of poppers every so often to help him along. Obviously, The Trucker could hear him huffing, as he started to encourage Max to take a hit with him, and I could hear him huffing along with my son. The poppers were obviously helping The Trucker along, and soon he was shooting what seemed to be an enormous load down Maxs' throat. I could see my sons' eyes watering as he swallowed it down, but I knew that's what Max wanted. So, I shuffled behind him and came on his little pussy as he struggled to take The Truckers' load. Another 'FUCK' was followed by a softer, deeper, 'thank you, buddy', before he redressed and left. After that session, I received a message so quickly on Grindr, I guessed he'd written it whilst sat in his idling truck on the driveway: 'Your boys throat is fucking heaven. I haven't had someone deepthroat me since I was 16 and my dick wasn't as big. All my previous sessions were amazing thanks to him, but they pale in comparison to what just happened. And I love he's a popperslut, just like me. I hope you didn't mind my coaching him. Thank you for sharing him with me, and I will be back' And he kept to his word. Since then, he's here every Sunday morning like clockwork. From what he's said, it's something to do with the shift rotation at the haulage company he works for, but all I know is before 9AM on Sunday morning, Max has swallowed my load, sucked off The Trucker, and usually got my second load too. He also kept up with the popper coaching too, and he and Max would usually huff together for almost an hour as part of their session. Far from minding, I encouraged it and huffed along with them, and was usually flying ridiculously high by the time I shot. The fourth regular was known as 'The Scaffolder'. Not original, I know, but he turned up in a scaffold wagon the first time, so the name stuck. He's the youngest of the bunch, early to mid- 20's, cropped brown hair, barely any body hair on his top half, but a thick brown bush and his arse is covered in fine brown hairs, with a forest of it surrounding his hole. An odd detail I know given he was coming to a gloryhole, but he seemed to love getting rimmed. He'd often spend upwards of half an hour having Max eat his tight, presumably straight, virgin hole; before turning around and feeding Max his load. His body was wiry. I mean, there's not an ounce of fat on him. And once he got his dick in my boys' throat, he was like a dynamo, hammering away nonstop until he came. From what Max told me, his loads were big but watery. His dick was like him too, tight and veiny. About an inch longer than mine, but probably a bit thinner. He came religiously every Monday evening at 6, and was gone by 7. In the months Max had been servicing him, I don't even think he'd said a word. From the CCTV footage, he seemed nervous from the moment he got out of the van to the moment he got back in it again, so maybe he was just riddled with shame or guilt or nerves. But whatever inner demons he was fighting, he never missed a day, and always sent me a message about an hour later telling him Max was the best head he'd ever had. The fifth and final regular turned out to be a bit of a surprise. He contacted me about a month after Max had serviced the policeman, and we got chatting a bit. He seemed very nervous, and would only send body pictures. I didn't really think anything of it, some guys are just more private and guarded. And to be honest, he seemed sane, his body was ridiculously fit, tanned and furry, and his dick was great, so I wasn't that fussed. We organised a session for the following Wednesday, and as usual, I told Max we had a new guy coming, and showed him the photos. Max seemed up for it once he saw the guys' dick, a thick 8*quot; with some of the biggest balls I'd ever seen. Nice and furry, too. Both Max and I were in our usual positions five minutes before the agreed time, him naked on his platform, ready to serve; and me sat on the wing chair, naked too, lazily stroking my dick. The alert went off as usual, telling us both that movement had been spotted coming onto the drive, and we both watched a nondescript green hatchback crawl up the drive. He parked where he should, but stayed in the car for a while. Both his hands were gripping the steering wheel, like he was gearing himself up for this. After a couple of minutes, he got out and I finally got a look at his face. Probably late-20's, buzzcut black hair, tanned, quite heavy stubble. He was wearing a zipped-up jacket and 80's style running shorts had showed off his muscled legs. However, a gasp from Max drew my attention. He was looking at the CCTV feed on my laptop, and his mouth was agape. 'What is it?' I asked, 'That's Mr. Chester' he whispered, 'he teaches me PE and rugby' Fuck. I doubted this Mr. Chester had made the connection between Max and this address. Surely there were regulations that stopped teachers from finding such things out about their students. So, I hoped he didn't know whose house this was. 'Do you want to suck him?' I asked quickly, as the man was moving slowly towards the side door. Max nodded his head quickly, 'He's really hot, Daddy' he whispered. 'Ok baby boy' I smiled, 'suck your hot teacher' We both heard the door open and close, and for a minute or two, we both listened to him undressing. And then came the knock. Max opened the hatch, and almost immediately he dove into those big balls. Mr. Chester moaned loudly as my boy gave them a tongue bath, and then attempted to take them into his mouth. They were so big, he could only fit in one at a time, but his lucky teacher didn't seem to mind. He was moaning and groaning and Max worshiped his balls, and then cried 'Fuck' when Max left them alone and took his dick to the root in one go. Whether it was what my boy was doing to him, his nerves, or a combination of the two; but Mr. Chester didn't last long. Less than five minutes later, he was shooting what looked to be a big load down Maxs' throat, if how many times Max swallowed was anything to go by. Max barely had time to recover before the dick was back through the hole, and we could hear him getting dressed again. There was a hushed 'thanks, kid' through the hole, and he was gone. We both watched him almost run back to his car, and he was out of the driveway in record time. The fact he'd called Max 'kid' worried me a little, but I didn't let it bother me too much. Maybe it was just a hangover from work. He messaged me later, saying how much he'd enjoyed it, and apologised for cumming so quickly; and asked if he could come back. I put the question to Max, and his answer was an unerring 'yes', so Mr. Chester, or 'Your Teacher' became regular number 5, and Wednesday at 6 became his routine slot. And that's how Maxs' birthday wish came true, in spades. A homemade gloryhole and the wonders of so-called 'dating' apps meant my boy had as much dick to suck and as much cum to drink as he could wish for. He loved his Regulars, their routine, their cocks, and their cum. He welcomed The Scaffolder on a Monday evening every week. Ate his furry arse with gusto and then held himself against the hole as the man in the booth hammered into his throat before delivering a large, watery load. The Scaffolder did become more vocal, and far less nervous, as the months went by. Eventually, he would groan through his rimming, treating himself to the occasional huff of poppers, presumably to loosen his hole; and then once his dick was firmly planted in Maxs' throat, he'd deliver a stream of filth, sotto voce, that at points even made me blush. Muttering things along the lines of 'your faggot throat is the best hole I've ever fucked', 'I'm going to ask your Dad if I can fuck your pussy', and my favourite, 'I wish I had a boy like you at home to use whenever I need to dump a load'. Wednesday saw the routine return of Mr. Chester, who had managed in the intervening months to train himself to hold off from cumming for almost an hour. Max would always treat him to a thorough tongue bath first, both of his balls and dick. I knew why, as I could smell his musk through the gloryhole, and occasionally I did lean in to help my boy when Mr. Chester was particularly sweaty. I'd always receive a very polite message later that evening, thanking me and confirming he'd be back next week. Friday nights were the turn of The Suit and his mammoth meat. Max was always a bit more excitable on a Friday night, and eventually we usually skipped him sucking me off before he serviced The Suit, I think because Max wanted his throat in tip-top condition before he got down on that dick. Max got to the point where he could deepthroat it with almost no resistance, and The Suit obliged. After one memorable session in which The Suit asked Max to hold his head as close to the gloryhole as possible, and just let him do all the work; that became their norm. Max would hold himself forward, his arms and neck muscles straining from the onslaught as he held himself on the handles. Then with his trademark enormous load and baritone 'thank you, son', he was gone. One thing I did notice about him is be never used poppers, but each to their own. Saturday lunchtimes belonged to 'The Policeman', who eventually ended up fucking my boys throat in full gear every week. I think he got off on it, fucking my boys' throat whilst wearing a uniform that epitomised law, order and the establishment; turned him on. It didn't do anything to dissuade Max or I, either. Every week, he would get more vocal, more rough, and more into his poppers, until it became the norm for him to sit in his car for 15 minutes before he left, just to come down. I would watch him on the CCTV drinking a ridiculous amount of water in an attempt to raise his blood pressure. Max noticed nothing, given he was usually knelt in front of me, sucking out my second load of the day. Sunday's belonged to 'The Trucker', and he was another popper fiend too. I'd always make sure we were well stocked for Sundays, and so the three of us would huff an inordinate amount of poppers as the man in the booth coached us along. The Truckers' technique was the opposite of The Suits'. He would simply stand as close as he could to the gloryhole, and thrust his fat cock through as far as he could, and then remain still as Max fucked his own throat on it. Sometimes Max went at it like a boy possessed, but most of the time, he would savour it, stretching his throat with long, slow strokes. The Trucker didn't seem to mind, and would pull up the bar stool so he could lean against it as Max worked his dick. Every couple of minutes or so, he'd instruct us to take a couple of deep hits, and then Max would get back on his dick. This little routine would last for as long as we could, once over two hours, before we all came. Even Max shuddered through a dry cum almost every session with The Trucker, though he tried to keep the noise to a minimum. Even through all this, Max kept his grades up, and was still wonderfully behaved. I think he was worried I'd close the gloryhole as punishment or something, but it never came to that. As the new year rolled around, I started to think about Maxs' next birthday. I knew I'd have to go all out, and I had an idea, I'd just have to be very, very careful in its' execution. But if I everything came off like I hoped, Max would turn 11 and lose his virginity all on the same day, and I wasn't going to do it alone.