#Cheating #Exhibitionism #Gay #Incest #Teen
All my life i lived in fear of my strict father. However, after turning 18 i follow him to his secret club to discover something that will change our lives.
*Disclaimer*
This chapter is to build the story and characters nothing spicy will happen until chapter 2
Chapter 1
I have always been a mummy’s boy. Not because of any Freudian nonsense but merely due to one hard truth. I was terrified of my father.
My father was 50 years of age, 6 ft 3 and built with the hairy muscular body of a man’s man. A sergeant in the army, my father had served three tours in Afghanistan and had decided that the methods he used to command his men would also be the methods he used to raise his son.
Strict routine, no back chat, speak when spoken to. He was a very cold, quiet and efficient man. He never wasted time on a conversation he though pointless and he never did anything unless there was a clear goal in mind.
Needless to say, the relationship between him and my mother was what I’d consider to be passionless. They had met at thirty years of age at my mother’s younger sisters wedding which is when i believe my mother was desperate, married at thirty one and had me at thirty two. My entire life they have had seperate bedrooms and on very rare occasion I would be able to hear my father exit his room to walk into my mother’s bedroom for sex which, from the sounds alone, would consist of a steady unchanging rhythm that lasted around 5 minutes before my father would return back to his own bedroom to sleep.
Aside from my father’s strange routined life, he was also a very closed minded man who despised what he considered to be ‘weakness’. Multiple times as a child i would be hunched over the dining room table crying over my math homework whilst he would yell “why are you crying? No son of mine is going to grow up to be a crying little sissy faggot.”
Sad to say his methods of raising me were extremely unorthodox but unsurpringly they worked. I was a grade A student who was never in trouble, mainly because I had no friends to get into trouble with, and due to my lack of seeing a healthy romantic relationship I had no idea how to approach girls so no girlfriend issues to bother him with.
Currently, at just 18 years of age my life has consisted of waking up, going to school, attending extra curriculum classes and then going home for whatever my father’s routine had scheduled into that night.
Each week was the same. On Mondays we would go to my fathers favourite restaurant where he would eat the same meal, on Wednesdays we would gather around the tv to watch his favourite quiz show followed by a movie, on Saturdays we would meet up with his old army buddies and their family’s for some kind of activity and on Sundays we would go to church before heading over to my grandparents house for dinner.
The only days where my mother and I had any freedom from his routine was on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays because this is when he attended a mens only club not too far from our home. Not much is known by my mother nor I as to what he gets up to there but the reprieve from him has kept us from digging into it too much.
However, once I had turned 18 ,in an attempt to build a friendly relationship with him, I had asked if it would be okay for me to attend with him. I remember the look on his face which was almost of embarrassment as he quickly said no.
Was I really that much of an embarrassment to him? Unlike him I’m only 5 ft 9 and extremely skinny with femine features that take after my mother and I know that this has always been something that upset him what with his only son “not being manly enough”
However, one random Tuesday, curiosity got the better of me and I decided to follow him to to the club. I placed one of my airtags in his jacket pocket, waited for him to leave then rode after him on my bike. I knew roughly where the club was but wasn’t 100% certain of which building it was.
After riding for around 15 minutes I came to the building that the airtag was in. It was a fully detached, three storey building on the corner of an intersection at the edge of town. The windows of the bottom floor were all blacked out. “I wonder why” I thought. “Maybe it’s a strip club and they dont want anyone to see the dancers?” This got my heart beating as I had never seen a naked woman in the flesh including my own mother! My father had strict rules about nudity in our home like always knocking before entering a room and announcing if you were leaving the bathroom after a shower.
After taking 5 minutes to calm myself down I walked through the front door and entered the reception area.
The reception itself was only a small room with a desk in the middle that sat a man. There was a door to the right to get further into the building and what seemed like an empty photo booth on the left which had a curtain over the doorway. I approached the desk and was immediately met with a “hey there handsome. Never seen you before” from the man at the desk.
The man was wearing a see through mesh shirt which i could clearly see his pierced ripples through. He had a pink pearl necklace and gold rings on each of his fingers. He also had a piercing through his right eyebrow and jet black permed hair with an undercut on the left side of his head.
After taking a second to process the first compliment I’d ever received from someone who isnt my mother as well as the circumstance in which I’d received it i said “hello, it’s my first time here. I’ve walked by a few times and thought it looked interesting so I should check it out.” “Did you now?” the man purred “well I’m afraid that we’re a members only club so you can’t go through. If you want though I can set you up with a membership?” I weighed up my options. If I got a membership my dad might find out that I was here but I’d already come too far and don’t think I can live the rest of my life without knowing why my dad was here. “That would be great” I said. “Perfect” clapped the man “so, the way membership works here is you pay $200 a month for a bronze lanyard plus a $15 entry fee with each visit meaning that for your first visit the total will be $215.”
I stared at the man with my jaw hanging wide open. My dad was paying this much just to go to a strip club? I’d only recently just finished high school and didn’t have a job yet so that kind of cash was way beyond me!
Defeated, I began to turn around to leave when the man said “alternatively, we do offer something called ‘size’ memberships that decrease the price significantly if you’re interested?”
My hope was restored! “Yes that would be amazing!” I said to the man “how does it work?” He flashed me an impish grin before opening the top drawer of his desk and pulling out a tape measure, the type that tailors use when fitting you for a new suit.
“Well, the way the size membership works is you come with me into that booth over there and let me measure your cock. If it’s length is over 7.5 inches or the girth is over 6 inches you get a silver lanyard which means you won’t have to pay the membership fee just the visitation fee of $15 dollars and you’ll be extremely popular once you get inside. If you’re dick is both then you get a gold lanyard which makes everything free from the membership right down to the drinks at the bar. Hell, with a gold lanyard you basically own the building!”
I felt dizzy at the information I had just received. I was now certain that this place wasn’t a strip club but was a place for gay men to meet people to have sex with! And my manly homophobic father was inside? Now more than ever I felt the curiosity envelop me. I needed to know why he was here and wouldn’t let anything get in my way!
“Yes please” I stammered “let’s try for the silver one” “perfect” the man said standing up. “Just come with me. It won’t take long.”
As the man led me to the booth I began to get nervous. I had never measured my penis before. The lack of a girlfriend meant that I’d never been worried about my penis size But now this strange man was going to measure it for me and if it’s big enough I will gain entry to what I can only assume to be a gay club that houses my father.
I stepped inside the narrow dimly lit booth and the man followed me before pulling the curtain shut shielding us from any prying eyes.
“Whenever you’re ready” the man said with a wink.
Nervously, I undid my belt and pulled my trousers down. The man instantly pulled the tape measure taught and dropped to his knees. “What are you doing?” I exclaimed. The man gasped in mock offense “what are you insinuating? I merely need to see the measurements and it’s too dark in here for me to see it clearly stood up. Now hurry up and pull it out. I dont have all day.”
I took a deep breath then hooked my thumbs underneath my waistband and tugged my underwear down revealing my flacid penis.
The man audibly gasped before saying “oh you will be very popular” His eyes met mine with a look that can only be described as animalistic hunger.
Using one hand he lifted the tip of my penis until it was pointed directly at his face and, against my will, due to the fact that my penis was being touched for the first time in my life by someone other than myself it began to grow.
Slowly but surely, like a torpedo the tip of my penis began to edge it’s way closer and closer towards the man’s mouth which was now growing into a cheshire cat like grin the closer it got. Eventually it stopped growing but at this point it was so close to the man that I could feel his warm breath on my tip.
Scared that this was now going to go in the direction of the porn I would sneakily watch in my room at night with him swallowing my penis and milking me with his throat I began to move my hips backwards to put some distance between us but the man held me firmly with the hand that was around my penis. “Not so fast” he purred. “We still need to measure it”. The man then took a deep inhale through his nose smelling the tip of my penis then exhales whilst saying “delicious, the big ones always smell so good.”
He then used the measuring tape to take my measurements with practiced ease. “9.2 inches long and 6.8 inches thick. This is the biggest cock i’ve ever seen. You my friend get a gold membership.” He then did something extremely inappropriate and placed a soft kiss on the end of my penis before standing up and walking out of the booth.
I stood there dumbstruck for a second before pulling up my trousers with shaking hands and exiting the booth. My mind couldn’t comprehend what had just happened. Did a man really just kiss the tip of my penis? I’m not gay but now the only sexual experience I have is that of a gay person.
As I walked back round to the desk the man was already sat back in his chair smiling at me. He then slid an extremely cheap looking gold lanyard with nothing on it but the hand written measurements of my penis. “This is yours handsome. You can now go through that door and enjoy your night.” He said then with a giggle said “if you’re still here in two hours I’ll come find you. I finish my shift then and….” he licked his lips “i’ve had a taste but want the whole thing”
Not sure what to say to that I grabbed the lanyard and put it around my neck then walked up to the door opening it.
just as I was about to step through the man quickly shouted to me “word of advise for your first time. With it being Tuesday it’ll be quite busy but I’d recommend going into a red door once you’re inside. A cock like yours is wasted on a grey door and the people in there will know it. Just show them your lanyard and I guarantee they’ll let you skip the queue.”
Not knowing what any of that meant i held onto the only piece of information I understood and asked “why does it being a Tuesday make it busy?”
The man smiled devilishly before saying “Tuesday is gloryhole night”
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