Date: Mon, 05 Apr 1999 00:12:15 PDT
From: Jack Doegh <cum2gloryhole@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Family Business

The Family Business
by Jack Doegh

My mother was in the bookstore business ever since she graduated from
Columbia at the age of twenty-one.  She immediately went to work for her
parents in one of their 3 bookstores in Chicago and soon had made quite an
impression on the legit book sellers trade there.  They specialized in
quality books and writer/poetry readings.  From what I've been told, it was
all quite chic and made her family fairly wealthy.

My mom married my dad after she poured ten years into the bookstores. At
31, she heard the biological clock STOMPING in her head and sort of pushed
my dad, who was one of her store managers, into marriage.  Everybody
thought it was a perfect union -- even if my dad didn't have any money.

I was born a year later and, quite frankly, all I recall doing as a toddler
was sitting on the floor in my mother's office as she seemed to work more
than she ever had before.  Oh, and I remember my grandparents spending a
lot of money on me at Marshall Fields at Christmas.  But, at that age, my
dad seemed very far away and often was as he went on many book buying trips
and conventions every month.

When I was 7, my parents divorced and because my mother had a LOT of money
and my dad had a GREAT lawyer, he was awarded a substantial alimony
settlement and shared custody of me.  I literally spent every other week
shuttling between their two apartments in the city -- only a few blocks
from one another really.

When I hit about 10, my dad started telling me that they divorced for a lot
of reasons and one big one was over MONEY.  That all the work he did really
only existed because of her family, her money...and he could never get out
of that shadow.  He also shared the fact that he thought they were all
snobs on her side of the family and that "other sorts of books" could make
people even MORE money FASTER.

I had no idea what he meant at the time but knew the little bookstore he'd
opened on a short, dark street off the busy LaSalle Street in the heart of
the financial district, was a far cry from the elegant store my mother
continued to run on Walton Street. I was never allowed to visit my dad's
store though we'd passed it a few times over the years on our way to doing
other things. He'd say, very quickly as we'd be driving, "That's where I
work."  I never thought much of it except it didn't seem very impressive.

When I was 13, my mother remarried and was forced by her new husband to
make the decision to move to London.  She really wanted to take me but my
dad objected and the courts agreed that I ought to stay in the US and in my
private schooling.  I was quite happy because this meant I'd be living only
with my dad and NOT shuttling between two homes!

There was another reason I was happy on the day I moved in permanently with
dad after seeing my mom off at O'Hare.  Over the past year, I'd begun
having sex.  Not, love affair stuff, mind you, but had done things many
times in the park across the street from my mom's condo.

It was one day after school and I was home at 3:30 as usual.  My mom's maid
was vacuuming, so I decided to cross Lake Shore Drive and sit near the
boats for a while.  I noticed several older men sitting on the two benches
near the men's room and at first thought nothing of it.  But as I sat
looking at the boats, I noticed the men kept going in and out of the
men's room.  Then I saw one follow a college age guy in and neither came
out for the longest time.  Suddenly the college guy came out, jumped on his
bike and raced off.  The older man came out, and smiling, returned to his
two friends. The two both shook his hand as they all laughed.

I wanted to see what was so funny in the men's room, plus I had to pee,
so I walked passed the three men and entered the dark, smelly men's
room.  No one else was in there and I looked in the sheet metal that served
as a mirror than went into a doorless stall to pee.  As I unzipped my
jeans, I heard someone enter the bathroom.  I felt oddly nervous though I
didn't quite know why.

As my stream of piss hit the bowl, behind me, suddenly, stood one of the
older men from the bench.  His tall body blocked the stall opening.  I was
too surprised and scared to say anything when he said, "Can I help you with
that"?

I honestly had no idea what he meant by that -- help me PISS??  Since I
didn't yell or leave, I guess he took that as a sign to press further.
"What you're holding...want some help with it"?  He took a step forward and
placed his hand on my hip and then slid it around to my soft cock which had
just finished peeing. "Nice", he whispered as he leaned down into my ear
and then looked at my cock. His hand was warm and had my cock hard in
seconds.

"I can help that problem you got there, kiddo...want me to help ya"? , he
again asked. My heart was racing and my cock was now throbbing in this
stranger's hand.  I must have nodded yes because he suddenly grinned really
big and slid onto the toilet seat.  He positioned me in front of him and
took a good look at my hard-on as he continued to stroke it. "Anybody ever
touch this before for you, kiddo?", he asked. I shook my head. "It's a
real, real nice one there...BIG...especially for a kid like you...", his
words were muffled as he dove onto my cock and started giving me my first
blowjob.  His hands held firmly onto my ass, perhaps fearing I'd suddenly
run-off or something.

This older man's mouth was wet and hot and, as I'd come to appreciate later
on, very well-experienced at sucking cocks.  In just a minute, my knees
were buckling and this man was eating my young spermload. If a man can grin
and laugh and swallow cum all at the same time, this guy was doing it.  He
sucked me for every last sperm that flowed in that river of my fresh semen.

Even after I'd filled his mouth with my cum, he continued sucking my still
hard-as-a-rock dick.  He wanted yet another load from me! So I let him
continue his work.  But as he was sucking me, a bit less frenzied this
time, his two friends entered the men's room.  One, a tall, hairy man
wearing very short cut-offs, hovered near the door and the other one came
to the booth where I was getting my second blow-job.

"Fuck, George...you did it!", the second guy said. He was older than the
other two and had white hair and was wearing a plaid shirt. George just
continued to suck my cock as he smiled at his friend.

"I gotta see this", the third man said as he left his watch post at the
door. Like the other two, he was an older guy in his late fifties.
"Jeeez...he cum yet?", the man asked George.

George pulled his mouth off my wet cock long enough to say, "This one's
already on his second...", and he dove right back onto my cock.

The second man, with white hair, put his hand around the base of my cock
and felt my balls, "He looks like he's able to serve up a few rounds..."
They all laughed a bit and then the white haired man said, "Let me have a
taste of this...", and he pulled me from the first man's mouth and squatted
to suck me.  This change of cocksucker made me shoot my load all over the
place instantly.  I squirted cum onto this man's tongue, his shirt, the
first guy's shirt...I was like a fire hose!  They again all laughed as they
licked my cum off the backs of their hands.  The third man then suddenly
pushed in between and sucked my cock into his mouth eating the last few
drops of my sperm.  He pulled his mouth off and even ate some of the cum he
spotted on the white-haired guy's shirt sleeve. "Yummiest stuff on the
planet", was all he said.

"Let's get out of here", the first man said to his friends and they all
shot out of the men's room both elated and nervous. The third man patted
my head as he left the stall saying, "Hope to run into YOU again."

Suddenly, I was alone again in the men's room, my cock hanging from my
jeans, well-spent of my young spermloads...and I knew I'd be back!

But the next time, I wound-up returning the favor with a vengence!!


Part II

I left the men's room in the park and stared straight-ahead the entire way
back to my mom's condo.  How I crossed the Drive without getting hit by a
car still eludes me.  It was as if I were left a sex-zombie by my first
blowjobs.

I rode the elevator with several neighbors to the penthouse level thinking
Mrs. Weingarten, the old lady who lived on eleven, certainly HAD to know
three men had just eaten my sperm across the street. And why was that
red-headed woman SMILING at me? Looking back, I imagine this was my first
foray into non-clinical paranoia.

Fortunately, Luisa had finished her vacuuming and I was able to think about
what had just happened in the solitude of my room.  As I sat at my desk, I
sprung a boner. More than a mere erection, a boner is what makes a young
cock feel SO hard it'll BUST if it doesn't shoot a load.  I had to open my
jeans and free my cock again -- the same cock that fed three men not even
ten minutes earlier!

Vividly recalling each salacious swirl of George's tongue; the way he then
swallowed me whole; the way that third man pushed his way to kneel in front
of me so he, too, could get a taste of my fresh jizzwad.  As I jacked off,
a whole new world seemed to open up as I could see out my window the
rooftop of the men's room.  So, all that's been going on right across the
street...and I never knew it??  Well, I knew it now and was determined to
discover more.

The whole next day at school all I could think about was getting home...and
checking out the "boats" again.  By lunchtime, I HAD to duck into the
school bathroom and jack-off in one of the stalls!  I had never done that
before.  Thinking about my first blowjobs sent me into some sort of sexual
over-drive.  For the first time, I even looked at my Science teacher in a
different way.  He had white hair...I wondered if he's eat my cum, too.

The bell could not ring soon enough. I thought I'd crawl out of my skin the
last hour of school.  Even my best friend, Alex, asked me what was up.  Of
course, I said, "Nuthin'", but only because I couldn't say "MY COCK"!

I virtually ran home and was about to enter our building when I found
myself, again like a sex-zombie, at the street corner crossing the Drive
instead. I was on automatic pilot as I crossed over to the harbor-park,
still carrying my books.  It didn't even occur to me that I was still
dressed in my blue and white school uniform.

Nobody was in sight, not even the men from the previous day -- to my
disappointment. I momentarily sat on one of the benches outside the men's
room not wanting to look like I'd come to the park just to use the
bathroom.  The park seemed dead.  I could see two women walking their dogs
quite a ways down but that was it.

So, grabbing my books, I went into the men's room to visit the site of my
first blowjob.  Upon entering, that odor became obvious to me -- it was
piss AND CUM! It had never occured to me before that was the smell of cum
-- and probably a LOT of it from LOTS of guys.

I pissed at a urinal and was washing my hands, when I heard a noise coming
from one of the stalls.  It was a weird, almost WET clicking sound.  As I
wiped my hands, it got faster and louder.  For a moment, I feared it might
just be a rat or a GIANT cockroach and my heart pounded.  But then a
whispered voice said,"Gimme your cock, I want cock, (slurp, slurp,
slurp)...I want cock..."

I didn't know quite what to do but instantly I sprang a boner in my blue
trousers. Hesitantly I approached the stalls.  "YEAH, that's it", the voice
continued to whisper, "come here, gimme your cock...(slurp, slurp,
slurp)..."

This person had been watching me piss through a hole in the partition wall.
I was so horny I didn't even much care who was beckoning me over to his
stall.  As I approached, I held my books to my chest and planned to RUN if
the guy had a gun or something.  But as I stood in front of his stall, what
I saw a completely naked man sitting on the toilet.  He was wildly jacking
his cock and twirling his tongue at me as I neared.

"Want me some of that...unzip...(slurp, slurp, slurp)...open the
zipper...", the man whispered as he reached out and grabbed my crotch.
"Big hard one...I wanna suck it...wanna eat your cum", he equally begged
and demanded.

In a flash, he had unbuckled and unzipped my slacks.  His hands grabbed my
waist and soon he was sucking my young cock deep into his hot slimy mouth.
I thought I would pass out with the intensity of his cocksucking. He was
even better than George had been and soon my knees buckled and he locked
his lips even tighter to my spasming cock.  I was feeding my semen to yet
another man old enough to be my dad!

"Twelfth one today", he said as he licked his chomps and swallowed my
sperm.

"Twelfth?", I asked as I started to zip my pants. "Twelfth what"?

"That was the twelfth load of cum I ate this afternoon...and you young ones
are always the tastiest", he said as he smiled and started groping my
crotch again. "You pack a cock in those pants...you go to catholic school
or what?" His hands were all over my crotch, making my cock throb again.

I nodded and he said, "I thought so...used to suck some guys your age in
the same uniform in that men's room at the cathedral subway station...let
me have some more...". He stuck out his tongue and licked my cock bulge
through my slacks, making the material wet.

"Who were you sucking...", I asked timidly as he ravished my basket, "I
mean, today...you sucked TWELVE cocks?"

He continued stroking and groping my crotch then reached to feel my ass as
he said, "I come here every single day and suck, suck, suck....love
cum...(slurp, slurp, slurp)..."

Suddenly, we could hear footsteps approaching the men's room and he told me
to duck into another stall.  Soon, somebody was pissing at the urinals,
then flushed but then didn't leave.  For a moment, I wondered how long I'd
be stuck in the stall.  I zipped up and was ready to exit at any moment.

Then, to my amazement, I heard "my" cocksucker start his routine
again. "Gimme your cock...(slurp, slurp, slurp)....I want your cock...". I
stood motionless waiting to see what might happen.  I'd never seen a fight
in a men's room before...

But instead, I heard the guy who had entered say, "Sure thing slut...I'm
here for my regular thing...suck it". I could hear the unmistakable sounds
of the man receiving a blowjob from the "slut" in the stall.  I wanted to
see who "number thirteen" was but was too afraid to make myself known.

But I hardly didn't need to worry about that as the cocksucker suddenly
said,"Let the kid watch...he's got tasty sperm too".  The guy getting
sucked leaned into my stall and then pulled back, giving me an unobstructed
view of his cock fucking into the same mouth that had just swallowed my
cum.

This man had a HUGE cock jutting from his naked hairy torso.  He was
wearing running shorts and shoes. His cock was wet and shiny and it took me
by surprise as he shoved it all the way into the cocksucker's throat like
it was nothing.

 I must have been staring wide-eyed, because he suddenly asked, "You want
some of this"?  And he pulled his meat out of the slut's throat and waved
it at me.  It was thick as my forearm and a solid nine inches long.

Before I could say anything, he pushed me back into my stall and sat me on
the toilet. "Put this in your mouth, kid, I only got a couple minutes", and
with that he rubbed the wide head of his meat along my lips.  He wanted me
to SUCK that??

"Come on, I'm in a hurry", he grunted and pushed his cock between my dry
lips -- wetting them with his precum. "I wanna fuck a throat", he gruffly
whispered and with that, this thirty-something man grabbed the back of my
head and lunged his cock all the way into my mouth.  I started to cough and
lost my breath for a moment, but he quickly eased off, and laughed, "I like
a LACK of experience", and again he roughly fucked my throat.

Saliva was dripping down my chin and this man's big hands held my head
firmly in place as he turned my mouth into a fuckhole.  With purposeful
lunges, he pistoned his meat in and out and soon was flooding my mouth with
his seed. He shot splurt after spurt of hot semen making me wonder if it
really took all that sperm to get a woman pregnant.

"Eat that, kid, make your bones strong..." he grunted as he ejaculated into
my mouth and throat.  As soon as he'd finished, he pulled out and stuffed
his cock back into his shorts. "Pretty good, kid...I'm here at 4 every
day".  And he bolted from the place.

I was a bit dazed and my throat was raw from the pounding but I can still
recall the taste of that man's spermload.  I sat on the toilet wondering
what to do as the "cocksucker" who had "done" me, stood up and began to
dress.

"That one fucks like a pile-driver...sure got the cum, don't he?", he said
as he looked at me trying to catch my breath.  "Well, seeings you got my
thirteenth, you can have the fourteenth, too...I gotta get to the
supermarket."  He momentarily reached into my stall and grasped my crotch
again and shook his head. "Anybody tell you you make a lot of spermies for
a kid your age?"  I laughed a bit and he said to enjoy myself.  He left the
men's room and I continued to sit on the toilet thinking about that man
shooting his cum into my mouth.  I felt my lips and realized some sperm was
hanging on my chin.  I used a finger to scoop it up and looked at it
closely.  Man, it smelled great.  I stuck out my tongue and slurped the
man's semen into my mouth.

'Fuck, this is too much', I thought to myself. And it's right across the
street from my house!  I looked at my watch and realizing it was only 4:10,
I stood up, pulled my slacks down and again sat on the seat.  I began to
wonder just how long it would take for "Mr. Fourteen" to show up.

Only about five minutes had passed when I heard several voices outside the
men's room and the clicking of bicycle spokes.  Although I couldn't see
them, I could sense that the men's room had become crowded with
guys...their energy filled the place.

They were laughing and yelling a bit and saying, "Gotta take a piss, man"
"Hey, move down one, dude, you don't gotta piss ON me, man..." And, again,
laughter.  "Man, those last 6 miles have been the best, man, all those
babes..." "No pussy though, man, what's the point of chicks with no pussy?"

These guys yakked on and on as they pissed.  I was trying to figure out if
there were three or four of them.  Then one of the guys entered the stall
nearest the urinals. "FUCK! You guys, look at this, man..!"  Uproarious
laughter broke out as they were looking at SOMETHING.  "Fuck, this is what
they call a fuckin' gloryhole, man...!" "A what??"  "It's a hole so some
perv can suck you, man!!"  They all were laughing and taking turns looking
at the hole.  I was scared to death.  My heart thumped to the beat of my
nervous gulping.

"Hey, dude, is there one in that one??", one of the guys asked. "No, not in
this one...", a voice said entering the middle stall next to me.  I wanted
to crawl into the toilet.  "Look in the last one, fuckhead..."

"Oh, man, sorry, lil'dude", the guy said as he walked almost completely
into my stall.  He quickly went back to his friends laughing. "Occupato",
he smirked.  Then there was a long pause and somebody whispered something
under his breath. Suddenly, there was a new burst of laughter and the guy
who had stumbled over me was once again hovering outside my stall.

He was about 6 feet tall, sandy-blonde hair, lanky, perhaps a sophomore in
college.  He sort of peeked around the wall at me and smiled.  The other
guys were still laughing.  He went back to his buddies and one of them
said, "Guess there IS a gloryhole in the last one after all..." Then the
first guy came back to my stall and just stood there.  I sheepishly looked
up at him.  He patted his crotch which was tightly bound into his bicycle
pants.

"You suck?", he asked.  There was dead silence in the men's room.  I didn't
know what to say and would not have had the voice to say anything anyway.
So, I just nodded.

This stud of a guy took two big steps forward and lifted his t-shirt. "Then
SUCK", he said.  I reached out and felt his long cock through the lycra.
It was so hard. "Let's make this quick, lil dude", he said as he helped by
pulling his pants down a bit exposing a beautiful fat cock and balls almost
as hairless as my own.

I opened my mouth wide and soon had this college guy fucking my throat.  I
felt his stomach and wanted to grow up to look just like him.  His cock was
almost as big as that of the earlier man.

"He as good as DIANE, Mike?", one of his buddies mockingly called to him
from the sinks area.  His buddies all started laughing.  He held my head
and watched every second of his cock using my wet mouth. "I'm gunna shoot,
kid...you take cum??"  I simply nodded and kept sucking this well-built
guy's penis.  His cock exploded in my throat and fed me hefty volleys of
athlete jizz.  "He swallows, guys!", he said as he pulled back and yanked
his shorts up over his softening cock.

No sooner had he finished then one of his buddies swapped places with him.
"If it's good enough for MICHAEL L. WHITE of TAU KAPPA EPSILON..." he
purposely shouted, "I guess the human gloryhole'll suffice" And with that,
this second college guy whipped out a mean looking, thick veiny cock
sporting big hairy nuts and shoved it between my lips.

In all, five bicyclist took a turn feeding me some more sperm.  A sixth
refused saying, "I aint sticking this precious baby into any hole YOU all
fucked!"  And again, they all laughed as they left the building.  I could
hear them pedaling away.  One asked, "Which direction you wanna go..." And
they faded from ear-shot.

But their flavor still lingered on my tongue as I licked my lips and wiped
some stray cum off my lap.  Had I just sucked 6 guys?

'Hey, Mr. "You're Twelfth" Cocksucker', I smirked to myself, 'I'm already
up to 6 and I'm just learning'!!


TO BE CONTINUED...

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