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## Chapter 13

Date: Sun, 27 Aug 2017 21:26:44 +1000
From: Taylor Foxx <taylor.foxx.author@gmail.com>
Subject: The Mistake Text Message Chapter 8

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The Mistake Text Message - Part 13

The bus ride to school was miserable. Dad's text came on just as the bus
had pulled away - no accident I'm sure. He wanted me to spend my quiet
morning commute on the bus turning my new assignment over and over in my
head.

TEXT MESSAGE FROM DAD:

DAD: All right. You ready?

ME: Yes.

DAD: Next up, I want you to drink another load. But this time, straight
from the tap.

ME: What?.. What do you mean?

DAD: Direct from a cock to your mouth.

ME: How am I supposed to do that?? I'm on my way to school!

DAD: That's your problem. Better figure it out before you come home. Make
sure you send a video. Or else no dad cock for you.

ME:... I'll see you after school.



How the fuck was I going to pull this off? Finding a random load of cum had
been a matter of luck more than anything. But there was no way I was just
going to randomly stumble across a cock that needed to be sucked.

I spent my first two periods worrying about it too - and totally missing
the review test my math teacher gave in prep for our midterm. I thought
about going back to the park, but I was scared - that felt too public.
Plus, Dad wanted this done by the time I got home from school. I doubted
that beat picked up on a weekday afternoon.

Fortunately I had study period after that, which meant I could focus my
effort on the task at hand rather than studying. My first thought was to
hit the internet. My study hall was in the library, and I knew most of the
computers there were locked down pretty tight. No way could I Google what I
needed to Google.

Fortunately, it was pretty easy to take my phone off the school Wifi and
use my network. It was still risky--if Ms. Cross caught me using my phone,
she'd confiscate it and maybe even look at what I was Googling.

And there would be no explaining Google searches like "Gay sex hookups
public near high school."

But you'd be surprised at how quickly a search like that. could yield
results. Turns out there was somewhere I could go within walking
distance--though I'd definiltely miss the rest of study hall, and probably
most of period four as well.

I started to lose my motivation; was I really about to skip school to go
suck an anonymous cock on my dad's orders?

But then the image my Dad had sent me on the bus flashed into my head, and
before I knew it, I was asking Ms. Cross if I could use the bathroom with
no intention of coming back.

***

"Yes, I'm as shocked as you are. I know. Right in the middle of study hall?
Just not like him. Don't worry--I'll find out where he is. I'm sorry again,
Principal Hackett. It won't happen again."

I tap off my phone and lay my head back on my headboard, continuing to
slowly stroke my cock. When I saw my son's school phone number pop up on my
screen, I immediately got hard. I was jerking it before I even answered.

So he'd skipped out on school, huh? Just where was he going to end up? I'm
sure I'd find out.

I'll admit, there was a twinge of guilt underneath it all. I knew my son
was stressed about school, and skipping out on a course and a hafl wasn't
going to help matters.

But I'm afraid the prospect of receiving a private video of my son sucking
someone's cock and drinking a load from a stranger overrode that guilt. I
decided Id' stay there, stroking, until I knew what my son's next move
would be.

***

It took me forever to find it, even though I must have walked up and down
this street a hundred times. Somehow I'd never noticed the little black
door with the silver numbers 69. I suppose that was the point.

My heart was pounding as I reached forward and pulled the handle, then
stepped into the dark hallway. As I reached the end and turned, I was
confronted by a rack of dildos--floor to ceiling--all still in their bubble
wrap and boxes.

I was surprised at how harshly lit the whole place was--I'd expected it to
be seedy and dark like the hallway had been. But no, it felt like a million
spotlights were on me, and I cringed at the electric ding-dong that rang
out as I stepped through the trehshold.

Immediately I noticed the only other person in the room--the middle aged
man behind the counter manager--eyeing me as I weaved through the aisles of
magazines and videos, all of them plastered with naked men.

When I bumped into a standing rack of fuzzy handcuffs, he coughed and said,
"You got ID?"

"I uh..." my heart started to pound. I did have ID - my high school ID,
which would get me kicked out in a second.

"I uh... I'm just looking for my..."

The man started to move out from behind the counter. "You're not supposed
to be in here if you're not 18. How old are you?"

"I'm...just looking for my dad," I blurted out. Where did that come from?
What a stupid thing to say.

The man stopped in his tracks, the serious look still on his face. He
looked me up and down twice, and suddenly I felt my skin begin to
prickle. I didn't like the look in his eye.

"Looking for your dad, huh? All right. Just don't get me in trouble. Go on
back."

He returned behind the counter as he said this, and I saw him press a
button near his computer. Then a whirring sound came from behind me, and I
turned to see a door I hadn't even noticed before open behind me, leading
to a dark and dingy hallway. So there was a seedy, black place in here--I
hadn't been all that far off the mark.

There was a strange smell. Chemicals, it seemed, and something else,
something I'd never really smelled before. Whatever it was, it had my heart
pumping.

The noises of the place worked me up as well. I passed one corner of the
hallway and noticed a large screen playing some porno movie--just a close
up of a cock pounding into an ass, the moans of the men on screen loud and
seemingly coming from everywhere.

Then I realized it wasn't just the men on screen moaning. Somewhere around
me, thogh I had no idea where in the dark maze I was entering, at least two
or three men seemed to be having a good time. As I wandered through the
black hallways, I worried that I would walk in on something I didn't want
to see.

I wanted desperately to find my destination. Not because I was eager to get
there and do what had to be done, but because the hallway was starting to
freak me out. As I moved deeper, I began to encounter other men.

None of them said anything to me. Most were standing quietly in the
hallway, watching me with intense eyes. I passed a few rooms that were
occupied, with the doors partially opened.

I didnt' stop to watch like some of the other men, but I saw more than a
few scenes that truly shocked me. I only saw them for a few seconds as I
passed, but they became etched in my memory. Two bearded, hairy men making
out as they jerked each other off. A boy not much older than me on all
fours, his ass upturned and facing outward, just waiting for whoever was
next. A man who looked like he was about my dad's age, pounding away at
someone I couldn't see.

Finally, I found it. It seemed intentionally tucked away, just as it had
been described in the site I found on my phone just an hour ago. And here I
was, right in front of it--the only glory hole in town.

The black door looked totally normal, like an exit or a bathroom or a
closet, except for the small gold symbol on it: a tongue peeking out of a
pair of grinning lips.

I looked over both shoulders, and didn't see anyone--though it was pretty
dark. Quickly I darted inside, not wanting anyone to see me, and not
wanting to know if there was anyone out there watching me.

The room was smaller than I had pictured, hardly bigger than a closet. It
was barren inside: black walls up to the ceiling, a single square box in
the centre of the small space. A bare red floodlight overhead drenched
everything in a seedy scarlet haze.

The walls were so uniformly black that it took me a good 30 seconds to spot
the hole. The white streaks on the wall beneath it gave it away.

As I saw it, my heart sank to my knees. It was a somewhat big hole, large
enough for me to put my full arm through.

Instantly I began to think of everything that had happened on either side
of the hole. How many guys had been here, on that stool, leaning forward to
service a disembodied cock? Hundreds? Thousands? This place had been around
since the 70s. Had any of them been in a situation like mine? Doing this
for their father, for their own dad's cum? I somehow doubted it.

And how many men had pressed their cock up into the uknown, trusting that
whoever was on the other side would accept their cock and cum without
question. I didn't live in a big town; how many men I knew had done that?
Had he ever?

I barely had time to finish that thought before I heard it--the sound of
shuffling feet in the room next door. Someone was coming. I had to act
quickly; this was my only chance.

As the man settled into the room, I quickly sat down on the small stool,
fishing out of my pocket. I swallowed hard, trying to be brave. Peering
through the hole, I could barely make out anything. I saw a flash of denim,
hands fumbling at the belt already--oh god.

Pressing the "call" button on my phone, I held it up, not wanting to see
his face when he realized where I was.

***

It's amazing how quickly synapses in the brain can fire, how quickly I
recognized what I was seeing in front of me. So my son had found his way to
the Golden Lips. Every man in town knew of that place. Boy, when he's
determined, he really can do anything.

The next thing that registered was that this was a face call. Damn. That
was a bold move on my son's part. I love how this boy played my game with
me. It made me so damn fucking hard to see him raising the stakes on his
own.

It suddenly felt as though the tables had turned. Insetad of sending my son
a video of me jerking off, knowing it would make him crazy...my son was now
live streaming me a video of his first time sucking a cock.

Speaking of which, before I even had time to hit "accept", I saw on my
screen a fleshy tube of meat flop through the gloryhole right in front of
me. So unceremonious, like a sausage tossed to a dog.

As if my son could read my mind, he moved the camera back and set it on
something on the wall, so that I now had a stationary view of him,
squatting there in the dark, staring intently at the cock that had appeared
in the room.

God, what I would pay to know what was running through his head.

***

I stared at the invader, the large penis that had just broached the barrier
between the other side of the hole and my side. Immediately I knew it
wasn't him. Some part of me had clung to the idea that when I finally got
here, to this moment, my dad would somehow magically show up, and it would
be his cock I got to suck.

To see that part of my father's anatomy appear from the void in front of me
would have been so wonderful and comforting. I've never felt more isolated
in my life, squatting here in this red-light black box, and all I wanted
was the object of my affection: my father's genitals.

But what hung before me coudln't have been more foreign. Sure, it shared
some charactersitcs with my dad's cock. The owner of the cock was a white
guy, that's for sure. And like my dad, he was well above average in the
size department - not as long, but thicker. His cock was smoother, too,
lacking the character of my father's - the wrinkles, veins, and mature look
that screamed "father cock."

The biggest difference of all, however, was the foreskin. My father was
cut, with his big, red, flaring head always on display. This cock was
hooded in floppy brownish skin.

So if it wasn't my father's cock, who was it? It was so indisctinct, so
disembodied that it could belong to anyway. Maybe it was one of the men I
passed on the way here. Or the guy who ran the place - he know I was coming
back here, didn't he? Or was it some other random stranger who wanted to
get off quickly? Or someone I knew, someone who I saw every day - who I
might see tomorrow at school. My math teacher, or the principal, or the
janitor?

I began to panic. How could I put my mouth on it, suck the cum out of it,
if I didn't know who it belonged to? If it wasn't my father?

I suppose I must have been lost in thought a little too long, because I
heard an "ahem". At first I thought it was the man who was presenting
himself to me, expecting service. But then I realized it cames from the
phone in my had.

Dad! I'd already forgotten I had him in my hand, on face time. I quickly
pulled back the phone to look at him, and I was met instead with an
up-close shot that filled the full face time screen.

Immediately, I felt revived. Just seeing my father flop his tool around was
enough to bring me back to focus, to remind me what I was here for. If I
wanted what I knew was brewing there in my father's swinging nuts, then I
had to go for this, get the cum, and get home as fast as possible.

Which meant I had better get started.

***

Fuck, I had this kid hooked. I knew if he had a look at his favorite cock
he'd get over this anxiety or whatever was holding him back from what I now
knew was his true destiny.

It was so hot and so strange to watch my only son lean forward and take the
foreign cock head hanging in front of him into his mouth. Every fatherly
instinct in me screamed out. How many times had I warned my son not to put
dirty, strange objects into his mouth?

But somehow the instinct in my own two fists overrode those fatherly
instincts, and I found a way to greatly enjoy watching my son perform a
pretty damn impressive suck job on some man neither of us knew.

I watched the long, white cock balloon in his mouth, suddenly growing to a
size that surprised both of us. I saw the panic appear in his eyes as well,
and knew I risked losing him if I didn't act quickly. So I picked leaned
toward my phone and whispered...

"Do it for your dad's cum."

I saw my son pause, giving comical side-eye to the phone propped in front
of him, He couldn't turn his head given the large cock now trying to thrust
into his face.

"Pretend it's my cum in his balls."

That did it. Putting that thought in his head was exactly what he needed to
get over this final hump, and I watched him close his eyes, exhale through
his nose, and deliver the kind of head that meant something. I heard the
man began to moan, so I figured I'd better keep goading on my kid.

I grabbed my nut sack and pushed it toward my iphone camera.

"That cock in your mouth is your one-way ticket to these, kiddo. Think of
this cock like a mini-boss in one of your stupid video games. You just
gotta suck that man dry to get to my sperm. Your father's sperm. The sperm
that made you."

"Oh FUCK!" I heard a disembodied voice call through my phone. I knew my son
had done the trick.

***

Maybe' it was because the first few spurts landed deep in my throat, but
for a few seconds there, it really was my father's cum I was ingesting
there in that glory hole. I truly understood why they called it a "glory"
hole. I felt like I had just taken a holy sacrament.

But then, as the man on the other side of the wall bucked his hips, I got a
taste of what was coming my way. Somehow, my body knew this wasn't
reallyhis cum. Still I managed to hold still, knowing my dad was watching,
as the man unloaded what seemed like a neverending load.

He moaned loudly as he finally let the last few drops slither from his
cockhead onto my tongue, and then he pulled out. But I realized, even as
his cock disappeared into the void, never to be seen again, that the
moaning was still going.

I opened my eyes to see my phone still propped in front of me. And there
was my father, shooting his own load up his abs and chest.

I watched, entranced, horrifed - that load was supposed to be mine! It was
an enormous load too, spurt after spurt - god I hope he was recording this
as well as live streaming it. This could be one of his best loads ever -
and I was fucking missing it.

I waited until he had finished, and then I began to protest.

"Dad! How...how could you?"

"What?" he said back to me, his voice so small and distant in the speaker
of my phone. "You gonna sit there all day sucking cock, or are you gonna
come help me clean this up?"