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title: 'Timmy''s Morning Commute'
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### Timmy's Morning Commute

Date: Thu, 27 Nov 2008 20:31:42 -0800 (PST)
From: Gloryhole Junkie <misterghj@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mr.gloryholeJUNKIE's "Timmy Series": Timmy's Morning Commute

"TIMMY'S MORNING COMMUTE"

by Mr.gloryholeJUNKIE


Please be advised that the "TIMMY" collection of stories is intended for an
adult male audience. The stories are erotic fiction and should not be
confused with or suggest the condonation of any such actual acts or events
between boys and men.



Having just turned eight years old, Timmy's mom rarely let him wander off
alone very often when in public. With the exception of allowing her son to
go to the men's room alone or allowing him to play at the game arcade at
the mall while she shopped, he wasn't permitted to do a whole lot of things
if unaccompanied by an adult.

One morning though when Timmy's school was closed due to a snowstorm, his
mom realized they had to figure out how to occupy their third-grade son
while she kept her morning rounds at the hospital. Timmy's daddy, as he
slipped on his tie readying himself for the office, had a spontaneous idea
and offered to take him to work with him.

Timmy was so excited to know he'd be spending the day in the city with his
daddy like a big boy. He had never been to his daddy's investment offices
downtown before so he was all excited as his mom raced around pulling out
something appropriate for him to wear.

Then while his mom finished dressing herself, Timmy's daddy came into his
room as his son was pulling off the little pj bottoms he'd worn to bed. He
saw that his wife had pulled out a pair of beige trousers, a white shirt
and brown penny loafers for Timmy to wear. He also noticed she had laid out
a pair of white jockey briefs for him.

Before Timmy had even noticed, his daddy went to his bureau drawers and
switched the jockeys for a little pair of colorful underpants with Scooby
Doo on them. He tossed them on top of the clothes and left his son to
dress.

They ate a banana and cereal as his mother checked her messages and kissed
them goodbye. Then his dad asked his little guy if he was all excited to be
going downtown.

"Oh yeah! I can see where you work and get to look out your office windows
and everything.", Timmy said. "What floor are you on again, daddy?"

"The seventy-third floor", his father replied knowing it would impress his
son.

"Wow!", that's like real, real high, isn't it, daddy?", Timmy said as he
ate another spoonful of Cheerios.

"And its in one of the tallest buildings in the whole world", his father
added, wanting to make sure his son's enthusiasm would last the commute
downtown.

Usually, Timmy's father tried to commute downtown by car since it gave him
access to hitting a suck woods on the way to or from work when the urge hit
him. But due to the snow, he decided it would be better to take the
commuter train into the city instead.

They left just a bit after seven a.m. and drove the short distance to their
charming town's commuter station. Fortunately the snow plows had been
through and they were able to quickly park only a block from the
depot. They braved the cold and walked to the depot where Timmy's dad
bought him a junior round trip ticket. Since he frequently used the train,
Timmy's dad already had a monthly pass on him.

They waited in a very packed station room charged with men and women in
corporate suits and overcoats, most all of them toting around a briefcase
or laptop. Timmy felt swallowed up in a sea of tall, powerful adults. But
it was exciting as he heard the train bells and whistles signal that the
7:26 train was pulling in.

They boarded the commuter rush special which would get them into the city
in less than 23 minutes, with just one stop between. Timmy's dad held his
little son's hand making sure not to get separated in the crush while
boarding one of many cars.

He directed his son by the shoulders and guided him to ascend a narrow
stairway to the upper deck. It had single seats that could face one
another. A railing allowed upper deck passengers to look down at those
seated below.

Fortunately, there were two seats free facing one another and Timmy quickly
jumped up on one. His father placed his suitcase in the overhead bin,
opened his topcoat and sat facing his son. He smiled and asked if Timmy was
having fun.

The blonde third-grader looked all around and nodded. "I think I was on a
train before, right?"

"Yes", his father said. "A few years ago when we came downtown for a
parade."

"That's right!", Timmy said. "That's when the big green man tickled me. I
remember that!"

His father chuckled, as he said, "That was the St. Patrick's Day
Parade. And that man was drunk. Your mother wasn't at all happy I let him
tickle you."

The two of them laughed as Timmy looked out the window and saw the pretty
suburbs turn into city at 90 mph. He then looked across the way at the
opposite side of the upper deck, and a businessman, reading his morning
paper winked at him quickly, causing the boy to blush. He looked at the man
who sat in such a way that Timmy couldn't help but look at his big
crotch. The man's trench coat was open and his long legs were in the aisle.

Timmy looked to his dad to make sure it was okay for him to be looking at
the man's crotch. Without a word, his father gave his consent with a small
nod, knowing his little son had already sucked on many of those things men
have in their slacks - including his own.

The conductor came through and punched Timmy's ticket and then checked his
father's monthly pass. When Timmy looked across the way again, he could
tell that the man was showing off a long erection down the leg of his
trousers. Timmy stared, transfixed by the sight as his father glanced about
casually making sure no one else was aware of the exchange.

Holding his newspaper strategically as to hide his crotch from others'
view, the man openly groped himself as Timmy continued to stare. The man
used his index finger and thumb to run along and trace the length and girth
of his trousersnake for the tyke's enjoyment.

The man looked at Timmy's dad knowing he'd hit upon a father willing to
share his young son so freely. He raised his eyebrows a bit as if asking
Timmy's daddy if it was alright to continue.

Timmy's father almost imperceptibly nodded his consent and the man looked
up and down the train aisle to make sure no one but Timmy and his father
could see around the "Daily Times" that he had propped up as a shield.

Timmy's eyes opened wide as he watched the man move his tie out of the way,
reach for the tab of his suit slacks zipper and very slowly tugged it down
as he sat there with his long legs spread wide. The moment he pulled it all
the way down and Timmy could see some of the man's white underwear, the
conductor came through again announcing the only stop before getting to
City Central Station.

The man sat there with his trousers unzipped fully as the train began to
slow in its approach to the Busse Boulevard stop. Only a handful of people
got on the train but one fat lady came up the stairs on the man's side and
passed him without even noticing his pants were unzipped. She huffed along
and took the one free seat far down the upper deck. Soon the train jerked
and was off again. It would be just another few minutes until the train
would reach its final destination.

The man, obviously a regular commuter, knew that and so after looking
around again, he strategically held the newspaper up and quickly reached a
hand into his open suit fly. He was wearing white boxer shorts and so it
was easier for him to haul out his huge semi-soft cock.

Timmy's father grinned to himself as he saw the man being so lewd in front
of Timmy. The man wagged his cock at the boy who continued to stare at
it. It was plain to both the man and to his daddy that Timmy wanted to suck
it.

The man slowly stroked his long penis as they all watched it reach its
full, erect length. Then the man let go and just let it throb and bounce in
his lap as he let the little boy across the aisle take it all in.

The man then looked out his window and recognizing where they were, he
shrugged his shoulders a bit and gave Timmy and his dad a disappointed
look. He sat up and discreetly tucked away his cock and very slowly as to
draw no attention, zipped up again. The moment he did, the conductor came
through for the last time and announced that the train would be pulling
into City Central Station in two minutes. People began to get their scarves
and briefcases together and headed toward the doors.

The man across the aisle stood up and as he did, it was obvious he was
still very erect inside his suit slacks. But the moment that the man closed
his trenchcoat, it concealed his obscenely tented erection.

Timmy looked at his daddy who just shrugged knowing his son was
disappointed. The train pulled into a dark building and Timmy could see
they were coming to a stop along one of several platforms.

They got up after letting several business people who were in a hurry pass
them. Timmy's dad held his son's hand as they disembarked. He told his son
to stick close as there was a wild pack of commuters arriving from numerous
trains flooding the station. He squeezed his little son's hand and joked,
"I don't want to get lost...and neither do you."

Timmy's daddy guided his son to a large newspaper stand in the station,
mostly to wait out the throngs of commuters going up the escalators to the
street above. As Timmy stood there looking at bubble gum and candy bars, he
saw a row of magazines with naked women on them. They hung behind the older
man working the stand. He tried to pretend he wasn't looking but he looked
some more. As he did, a robust looking businessman of about forty stood
right along side of him and asked the older man for some Tums and a copy of
"Cumpig Frat Boys".

Timmy knew what cum was...but what was this man in a banker's coat asking
for? He watched as the older man pulled down a magazine that had two young,
shirtless men on the cover.

The man was asked if he wanted a bag but refused, taking the hardcore
magazine and Tums from the salesman as he handed him a twenty-dollar
bill. As the older man turned to get change from the register, Timmy looked
up at the man who just happened to look down at the little boy. The man
grinned and held the magazine in just such a way as to allow Timmy a quick
look at the fraternity boys on the cover. They had on jockstraps but were
coated in something white. To Timmy it looked a lot like cum on the two
cover models.

He turned his head to look at his daddy who had witnessed the entire
exchange. His father gave him quick wink to say that everything was
okay. They then watched as the man with the magazine disappeared toward the
men's rooms beyond the bank of public telephones.

Timmy's dad paid for some candy and a copy of Newsweek. Then he took Timmy
by the hand and asked him if he needed to make a pit stop before walking to
the office. Timmy didn't really have to pee but was curious to see the
inside of such a busy train station's men's room.

Timmy's father knew the routine. There were waves of commuters throughout
the early morning, oftentimes several trains arriving at once. After a few
minutes flurry, the crowds died down for a few minutes before another wave
of trains arrived. Most commuters were in a hurry to get off the train and
out of the station. For some, they were pressed to get to a meeting or
simply wanted to sneak in a fast breakfast at a local restaurant before
heading to the office. But for most, the exodus from the train station was
something more simply competitive. A way to energize the start of their day
by competing with hundreds of others to see which among them could get off
the train first, get up the escalators most quickly, seize the first taxi
cabs, etc..

But others like Timmy's father knew it also was a perfect opportunity for
many men to get in a quick morning wank at the urinals in the large men's
room. Just as others needed to get in a quick breakfast or some paperwork,
many men "needed" the morning relief offered at the urinals.

Most commuting men were married and had left the house before most of their
family were even up. Daily, these men would awaken like millions of other
men, with a morning hardon. But as they'd rush about to catch a train, few
had the time to take care of their "problem" before reaching City Central
Station.

Timmy's father knew exactly what he was walking his little guy into as they
made their way to the long hallway leading to the bustling men's room.

Timmy was all excited because he knew that the man with the magazine had
gone inside and that in a men's room, seeing adult penises was something
that was bound to happen.

When they entered, Timmy's father knew it best to stop at the long row of
sinks first. He wanted his son to go around the corner to the big room of
urinals by himself. So he stood at a sink and said he wanted to wash up a
little before peeing but that Timmy should go around the wall and take a
urinal. To anyone listening, it was just a father telling his young son to
get started.

Timmy needed no further prompting as he was super excited to see what might
be around the corner. He left his daddy who was looking at him through the
reflection in the huge mirrors over the sinks.

Timmy went around the white tiled wall and was amazed to see so many
urinals and so many men standing at almost each of one of them. It was 7:45
in the morning and already about thirty men stood unzipped at as many
urinals, although virtually none of them were actually peeing. The men
stood there discreetly masturbating at their own urinal as they'd sneak
peeks at the erections of those to their left and their right.

As Timmy wandered up to one of the unoccupied urinals, one would have
thought many men would have zipped up and left. But instead, none
left. They just carried on with their morning jerk off routine as the boy
unzipped and started to pee. It was the perfect excuse for them and they
knew it. Of course a tyke's going to see their dicks as they stand unzipped
at a public urinal. The fact they're wagging them and showing off hard
barely would come up.

Timmy was nervous but excited. Since there were no modest panels between
urinals as to hinder his view, he'd never seen so many adult penises
hanging out of their slacks before in his entire young life. One man even
stood back a foot or so in order to allow most of the men and even Timmy to
see his enormous erection.

Most of the commuters quickly figured that Timmy was more than a little
curious about their cocks since he stood there for so long. The men on
either side of him had been watching his little pricklet as it peed and
knew the little guy had long finished. When they saw he didn't zip up but
instead had sprung himself a nice-sized little boner instead, both
strangers openly showed Timmy their thick cocks as they discreetly stroked
them into full erection.

Timmy was at just such a height as to make it easy for the men to show off
their cocks and hairy scrotums to him. The men kept looking about, making
sure everything was safe as they played. As other men became aware that
Timmy wasn't leaving but was in fact looking at all the penises up and down
the row, each got bolder knowing all the rest were doing the same and stood
back slightly making sure the little kid would see their adult dick. too.

It was Timmy who then took the boldest move. It was his naivete that made
him do it more than anything else. Whereas all the men regularly enjoyed
this bit of morning sex play among other men, usually there was little
actual contact among them. Sometimes a hand would stray into another man's
urinal for a quick tug and feel. But it was always basically a show off
game of numerous streams of men beating off, looking at the erect
endowments of others. Often a man would ejaculate for the others but due to
the locale and the fact so many were straight, there was little, open
physical contact.

But Timmy, being just eight-years-old didn't know that and much to the
surprise of the steely, gray-haired business executive to his left who
wagged an uncut cock at him, Timmy leaned forward and opened his mouth
wide. Before the man even quite knew what was happening, he had the little
boy sucking on his hard, married cock like a pro.

There was even an audible gasp from two men who stood unzipped further down
the row of urinals. Their gasps were not disgust but sheer shock that
someone, let alone a little kid was sucking dick right there at the
urinals.

The middle-aged businessman was obviously aroused but embarrassed to have
such a little kid sucking his cock in front of so many other men. He pulled
Timmy gently off his cock and shook his head. "You shouldn't do that", the
man said all red-faced as he tucked his dick back into his fly and zipped
up. He reached for his briefcase and shook his head again as he quickly
left the men's room.

Timmy felt bad having been rebuked by the stranger. He thought he'd done
something wrong, not understanding that the man had simply been surprised
and embarrassed. But before he could think another thought, the man on his
right, a man of about forty and wearing a sports team jacket, took his hand
and guided it to his erection. Men up and down the row of urinals continued
to stand there beating off wondering what would happen next. As Timmy
turned to face the man, he looked up and saw the man smiling. He nodded
toward his erection, obviously inviting the boy to suck it.

Timmy leaned forward and put the man's precum wet cockhead between his
lips. A man down the row groaned lightly as he saw the boy sucking a second
adult cock. He fell into his urinal somewhat as he ejaculated all over the
pink urinal cake.

As Timmy sucked the man in the sports team jacket, one of the other men
left his urinal and while unzipped and stroking his cock, took the free
urinal on the other side of Timmy. The boy barely noticed as he was so
enthralled with sucking on the big cock of the man in the sports team
jacket. But as he sucked, he felt a hand reach under his coat and lightly
grope and fondle his backside. He stopped sucking and looked to his
left. It was the businessman from the train! He stood very tall next to the
boy as he openly stroked his huge erection.

The man in the sports team jacket obviously wanted to see Timmy suck a
third dick and he nudged the boy to suck on the other man's cock. Timmy
turned and barely a second went by before his lips were being penetrated
again. The man from the train was even taller and bigger-dicked than he had
looked from across the aisle.

As Timmy sucked, he looked beyond the man's open trenchcoat and could see
his daddy at an end urinal standing guard for any trouble as he watched his
little son sucking cocks.

The man in Timmy's mouth slowly forced more and more of his long erection
into the boy's throat. Men watching couldn't get over how such a young kid
could swallow adult cock like that without gagging. But they figured this
kid had to know his way around toilets and man cock. They just figured
Timmy to be one of those little guys they all jerk off reading about on the
Internet - one those kids who must have been raised on sucking man cock
from infancy.

In a minute of two, the man ejaculated without warning and the room of
jackers watched in awe as Timmy let the man shoot his seed down his
throat. Seeing the man spasming out semen into the young mouth made a few
of the others lose their loads. In quick succession, four or five men
ejaculated into their respective urinals and them hurriedly dashed out.

When the businessman was done feeding his morning load to Timmy, he pulled
back and zipped up. As he left, he thanked Timmy's dad with an
acknowledging nod. Timmy was again sucking the other man in the sports team
jacket who quickly unloaded his fat scrotum into the boy's sucking
mouth. When he was done, he flicked a final thick glop of semen into his
urinal before zipping up. He then reached into his shirt pocket and handed
Timmy a baseball card and mouthed, "Thanks".

As the man left, Timmy's dad motioned for his son to meet him at the
sinks. As some new man stood along side of him, quickly fondling and
playing with the boy's pricklet, Timmy had to pull away and zip up his
trousers. The man gave him a sad look and then a wink knowing the little
boy had performed quite enough for the crowd and had to go.

Timmy's dad had his son wash his hands and then they left. He asked if he'd
had fun in there and Timmy grinned big and stuck out his tongue. His father
could see some semen clung to his son's tongue and he tousled the boy's
hair encouragingly.

They made their way to street level and began the short walk in the snow.
"And on the way home tonight, during rush hour, I'll let you go into the
back of the men's room at the station where the stalls are. That's where
men take their dirty magazines, pull their pants down and wait for little
boys like you to come along to suck them off."


The End.

