For Jeff’s eighteenth birthday, his dad takes him to the most unexpected place — porn booths at the back of a newspaper shop. He expects it to be horribly awkward and wishes he could just run away, but then he learns his father’s biggest secret … he’s experienced at pleasuring men at the glory hole. Inducted into this secret world by his father, Jeff learns how to best service an anonymous man — but while Jeff pleasuring someone else, his father can’t keep his hands off Jeff, leading to a threesome that will make this the best birthday ever.
At The Glory Hole With Dad is a 3,300-word short story.
The man and my dad both watch me as I awkwardly fumble for my wallet. My cheeks are burning and surely turning a deep scarlet. I hand my license over to him and he examines it, looks at me, looks back at the license, and hands it back.
“Happy birthday, kid.” Then he looks at my dad. “Birthday boys and their dads get in for free.” He nods his head to the side, indicating we can go in. He hits a button under the counter and I hear a soft buzz — dad leads me through the small gate and into the darkened hallway beyond.
“Closed doors mean a room is taken,” dad says. There are a series of doors with numbers on them, with each room surely not much bigger than a closet. Dad leads me to the far end, to room number ten, and we find the door slightly ajar. This room seems to be slightly bigger since the door is set a little further away, and the room contains two chairs in front of a dark flat screen TV.
Dad enters and I follow, then he closes the door behind us. I can’t look at my dad, can’t meet his eyes. He closes the door and the click of the lock seems intimidating.
“Dad … does mom know you come here?” I still can’t look him in the eye.
“No,” he says, without hesitation or even a hint of remorse in his voice. “What she doesn’t know can’t hurt her. Besides, lots of married guys come here.”
I shake my head, simply not knowing what to say. I make sure the chairs don’t have any dried cum on them and then take a seat. I stare at the darkened TV, waiting for dad to just turn it on and get this over with. Like, are we going to just watch or are we stroking one out? Either way, this is too uncomfortable. Also, dad doesn’t know yet that I’m gay — I don’t want to watch some girl getting gangbanged.
“Jeff,” dad says, “this is what we’re here for.”
It takes me a moment to realize that he’s not sitting beside me. I turn to find him on his knees in front of a hole in the wall that separates us from the neighboring booth.