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On 7/25/2021 at 11:26 AM, tighthole64 said:

"Daddy will be getting home soon!"

“Get your ass home boy” Mac said, “Your daddy will be getting up soon”  

 

Based on the above quote, I did not think it was hid dad, unless "your daddy will be getting up soon" unless that meant daddy will be the next one up to fuck his ass.

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The Old Cemetery

Chapter Eight

 

The sun was blazing when I finally woke up. Looking at the clock, it read a quarter to twelve. Fuck, I slept almost to noon. I hope the parents are not too suspicious about me sleeping in. I crept out of my room after pulling on a pair of shorts and headed to the bathroom to piss.

Passing their room, I noticed the door was slightly open. I glanced in but saw nothing. I went to the bathroom and pissed.

“Mother?” I called out as I stepped out of the restroom, “Father?”

No reply. I made my way to the kitchen. It was there that I found a note that said that they had taken a day trip to the bigger town three hours away for supplies. They left early and would be home a bit late.

It was at the end of the note that I saw Father had written, clean out his shed. It was getting a bit messy and dirty.

I headed back to my room for a shirt and shoes, then decided to say fuck it to the shirt and slipped on my shoes. The faster I got this done, the faster I could jack my cock to visions of last night in the mausoleum.

The door to the shed was unlocked and creaked open as I pulled it. Fuck, better oil that. My father always said, “The devil was in the details.” I wondered what the fuck did that mean.

I started pulling out boxes of crap from the shed, stacking them on the lawn. I had gotten pretty much everything out, when I noticed that just to the right of his workbench was a loose panel. My first thought was I better fix that.

I went over and removed the panel. That’s when I found it. It was a hidden room, no bigger than a closet. There was an old desk chair in it, as well as boxes on shelves higher up. I went in and took a seat. I looked  up over the opening and almost fell out of the the chair.

Hanging on a hook was a death mask identical to the ones that all the men wore last night. I was positive it was just like theirs. I looked around and saw a small box, thin and tall behind the chair. Opening it, I discovered a black cape with a hood, just like the ones from last night.

I was shaking now and had butterflies in my stomach. Fuck, was Father part of this group. Was he there last night? Was he the mysterious Mr. X?

I looked in the small boxes on the shelves all around. The first box was filled with straight porn magazines. I opened the second one and found man on man porn. Fuck, was Father straight, gay or bisexual?

I continued looking through the boxes and found more and more man on man porn. Each box had a theme it seemed. The first was muscle men, then hairy muscle, then blow jobs, and fucking. The last box made my dick hard as a rock. It was Daddies and boys. Older men with younger boys (all of age).

I was shocked. What the fuck was all this? Is this where he disappeared to in the evening?

I carefully put everything back where it was when I entered. I left the room and put the panel back in place. I finished my task of cleaning and reorganizing the shed. Carefully leaving the area in front of the panel clear of boxes or hard to move items.

I went back in the house and grabbed a quick bite to eat, then headed to Mac’s.

Peddling as fast as I can, I zipped in front of the glass windows and headed to the side of the station to the men’s room.

I went in, hearing the buzzing of the light bulbs. I went into the stall, dropped my shorts and sat on the nasty toilet and waited. Glancing through the glory hole every now and then.

I heard the door open and foot steps come in, straight to the urinal on the other side of the partition and the glory hole.

“Something on your mind, boy” Mac asked.

Staring through the hole, I watched him unzip his coveralls and pull out his cock, which was semi hard.

“I found Father’s hidden room in the shed.”

“Did ya now” he said, “what was in there”

“Porn”

“That all boy”

“No,” I replied.

“Spill it,” he said.

“A mask and hooded cape like everyone was wearing last night”

“That so”

“Is he one”

“One of what, boy” he said stroking his cock.

“One of y’alls”

“Can’t really say” he said, turning and pointing his hard cock at the hole.

“Is he Mr. X” I asked quickly.

“So that’s what’s really on your mind boy” he said evilly, “You wanna know if your Daddy ripped your hole wide open”

“Yes” I replied, swallowing hard, watching his big thick, uncut cock slowly push through the glory hole.

I licked my lips and then I slid my tongue into his foreskin, tasting the piss, sweat and pre-cum inside.

I slowly wrapped my lips around his cock and started to suck. My mouth filled up with spit as I slowly moved up and down the shaft. He was moving his cock in and out of the hole, we had a good rhythm going. He would push in as I moved forward, pushing his cock into my throat.

“Secrecy is key with our group boy,” he said grunting as my mouth worked his hard cock.

I moaned around his thick shaft.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth and back on his side of the glory hole.

“Yes Sir” I replied.

“We don’t need some of the busy body old hens knowing that boys like you are used by men like us, seeded and damaged for everyone”

“No Sir”

His cock slowly came back through the glory hole. I immediately engulfed it and slid it down my throat.

“As for Mr. X’s identity” that will remain a mystery until he wants you to know who he is”

He pulled his cock out and put it back in his overalls and zipped up.

“Be here at eleven tonight” he ordered, “I have plans for you”

He left and I sat there for about five minutes then headed home to prepare for tonight before the parents got home. As I passed in front of the glass window, I could see Mac on the phone. He grabbed his hard cock through his coveralls as I passed.

 

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