Date: Mon, 12 Apr 1999 17:31:19 PDT
From: Jack Doegh <cum2gloryhole@hotmail.com>
Subject: Family Business parts 5-6

The Family Business

By: Jack Doegh

Part V: Hiding in the Gloryhole

I sat frozen to the plastic seat.  Anonymous semen was everywhere.  It had
coated my shirt and tie. As it dried, it made the skin on my face feel
tight.  The men had been able to ejaculate most of their sperm into my
mouth but a lot of it had also left me looking like a cumwhore-mess, which
I guess by the age of thirteen, I had become.

My dad was squatting at the hole to my right and I could feel the heat of
his anger burn yet another hole in the wall between our booths.  For a
flash of a moment, I thought of running but I knew I'd never find the
stairway in this dim basement which seemed a maze of such booths.  And I
didn't really want to meet dad "face-to-face" in the hallway.  I feared
he'd literally murder me in front of the dozens of men who were now
cruising the arcade at five o'clock.

"How did you goddamn FUCKING get back in here??", my dad aggressively
whispered into the semen-slick hole. "And how the fuck long have you been
in there??!"

"That man let me in after you left", I choked out. "I...I wanted to see
what was down here...". The flicker of the video showing the eight
leathermen each taking a turn fucking the guy on the table had clearly
illuminated my situation to dad.  It was obvious I had not been just
sitting there observing like a schoolboy (so to speak).  The picture on the
monitor seemed to flood me in light making every splash of cum on me
apparent.  My cock, though now soft, still hung out of my open school
trousers though I'd even forgotten I was exposed to my dad that way.

"Zip yourself up...what do you think you're doing...ZIP UP!", my dad yelled
in a hushed voice.

I looked down, mortified that I was displaying my teen cock to my dad even
though I had let various men, even older than dad, suck on it.  I shoved my
four soft inches into my underpants and then stood up to close my uniform
pants.  Dad watched me to make sure I was again properly covered-up.

"What were you doing?", dad asked, "jacking off? You know men could
potentially see you if they look through one of these holes...fuck, you
gotta get out of here."  I could tell dad was thinking through his fuming.

"I'll leave...just don't yell at me...I'm sorry...", I pleaded with dad.

"This is just TOO unforgivable...", dad whispered back.

"I'll just go real fast and go to the fabric place...you can yell my face
off at home...please just let me go home, dad...", I sincerely began to
cry.  I felt afraid and humilated that dad had seen me this way.  It's
amazing I didn't get an instantaneous case of temporary amnesia as I
panicked in the molded-plastic chair.

"You CAN'T leave now...", dad firmly stated, "The arcade is just too
fucking busy for you to exit this booth ...if anyone saw you in here right
now, the cops would shut us down.  I can't believe you did this!!"

"I'm sorry dad...I'm sorry...what should I do?", I asked through my nervous
tears.

"You're going to have to stay in there until this place gets quiet enough
for me to sneak you out the back door again...there's just no option...",
dad shook his head and was clearly torn as to the wisdom of that decision.
"You got in here and now you just have to fucking cooperate...this is NOT
going to cause the closing of my store..."

I continued to sit there awaiting further instruction.

"You might have to be in there for several fucking hours...shit, this is
such a mess...it's a Wednesday night and every guy from the Board of Trade
seems to find himself in here on Wednesdays...god...and turn OFF that
fucking monitor...make it black so no one can see you...and keep that door
LOCKED.", dad was frustrated with anxiety.

"But I have to get the material for Sister Anne...", I meekly chimed in.

"Goddamn it son, do you fucking know what you've even done here???  How
shit-serious this is?!  I could be fucking arrested!  Screw the fucking
material and that fuck-wad nun who asked you to get it...you have deeper
shit to deal with here...I highly doubt you'll even be going to that
fucking festival...", dad's ire was rekindled. "Now you fucking stay in
here and keep that goddamn monitor on channel 1 ...that's a blank
one...I'll fucking have to come back...no one's upstairs at the register
till John gets here...fuck this...", dad gave a final whispered yell and
left the booth he was in.

I sat in the blackness of the booth, relieved to be invisible to myself.
Now I only wished I'd been invisible to dad.  A weird calm came over me in
this neo-natal darkness, it was as if I were in an isolated cocoon ...one
that smelled of cum.  Even though I knew dad would kill me at home and
maybe even send me off to London to go live with mom, I battled the images
in my head of that businessman's big cock flexing at the hole.  I held my
stained tie up to my nose to sniff some of his dried semen and suddenly
found myself sucking on the cloth.

There I was, in a black box, reeking of other men's countless semen, yelled
at, due for the slaughter by my dad and yet once again sporting a major
boner.  'Man, what is wrong with me', I questioned myself as I sat back in
the seat and just had to grope my newly erect young penis.

As I sat there feeling my hard-on through the cotton, I heard commotion in
the booths on either side of me.  Tokens were dropping wildly all around
me. To my left I could heard the distinctive sound of a belt bucket hitting
the plastic seat. Despite my newly-regained trepidation, I just had to lean
forward to see what was going on.

Men had entered either booth beside me.  The man on the left already had
his slacks down to his knees and was standing there slowly masturbating as
he stared at his video screen. He'd thrown his tie over his shoulder and
opened the bottom few buttons of his dress shirt exposing a flat hairy
abdomen.

I looked to the right and someone very tall, wearing workman's cover-alls
stood leaning against our shared wall.  In all my self-worry, I'd nearly
forgotten that the basement arcade had gotten so busy. But I just had to
look again at the man's cock to the left.  In the dark, I knew he couldn't
see me.  If he didn't know I was watching him masturbate surely dad would
never know.  And if I was going to be forced to stay in the booth for
who-knows-how-long, at least I could watch.

The man was about fifty and though balding, had a nice face and an
incredible cock in his hand.  Again, I spotted a wedding ring. On the
floor, he'd placed his briefcase.  I stared at his hand milking his cock
and began to salivate wanting a taste of his precum which I could see
glinting on his wide piss slit.  As I tried to get a better view by
kneeling, I accidentally bumped the wall, loudly announcing I'd been spying
on him in his most private of moments.

But he didn't flinch.  He just continued pulling on his long, uncut cock
staring at the video.  Suddenly, he stepped forward and pushed his cock
fully into the hole. It nearly poked me in the face as it came through.
Without thinking I started sucking him.  Heck, if he didn't know who was
sucking him, surely dad would never know what I was doing in my state of
waiting.

He slowly eased in and out of the hole (both the gloryhole and my hole)
apparently wanting to make this blowjob last.  The flesh of his penis was
thick, smooth and had two powerful veins along the top-side.  I licked the
veins using the tip of my tongue and then lapped at his piss slit tasting
his clear seminal fluids. He again found my young lips by poking around and
slid past them into my wet mouth.

I pulled off him for a moment and looked into the other hole.  The guy in
his cover-alls was now gripping his basket and I could clearly see the
outline of a huge hard cock beneath the material.  I put my fingers to the
hole and he quickly unzipped and pulled the cover-alls from his shoulders.
He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans beneath. He had the masculine build of a
guy who worked construction.  The enormous bulge in the denim of his pants
made me continue to stare through the hole at him while I masturbated the
other man with my left hand.

With his cover-alls dropped to his knees, the worker then groped his crotch
again.  Even at 13, I was beginning to guess how big a man's cock probably
was through the size of his basket or based on his height or hands.  I
wasn't always right but seeing my principal one day in the hallway at
school, I knew I wanted to see what sort of cock he had on his 6'4" frame!

The worker opened the top button and very slowly unzipped his jeans. He
looked at the hole though all he could have seen were my relatively small
fingers asking him to fuck my mouth. His penis made an obscene bulge in his
jockstrap.  This man was big all over. He snapped the elastic waistband a
few times and I could see his erection pound against the cloth a few times.
I rubbed my fingers along the spermy-hole asking him silently to show me
his cock.

He pulled down the jockstrap to his upper thighs, revealing a cock that
would have done a horse proud.  I had never seen a cock so big and thick in
all my short life.  I looked up trying to glimpse his face but he purposely
stood in such a way as to offer me only a view of his crotch.  And after
all that was what he wanted serviced.

He turned and approached the hole with that big dick.  Inch by inch it
entered my booth.  I could barely see it in the darkness but certainly felt
it's presence.  I could not get my youthful hands around this man's
extremely thick penis.  It was as if he carried a baseball bat made of
flesh between his thighs!  But I just had to taste it so I opened my mouth
as wide as I could and swallowed his wide, mushroom-shaped cockhead.  It
was a real challenge to see if I'd be able to suck it let alone deep-throat
the whole cock for him.  I knew men liked it when they were able to really
fuck the depths of my still-growing throat. And I really wanted his jizz in
my mouth!

I decided to turn back to the middle-aged businessman and continued to
nurse on his wanting cock.  I was beginning to really like the idea of
eating sperm that must have made babies with some woman.  The man with the
cigarette had really turned me on saying he was eating my baby-makers.  I
suppose feeding them to an adult man was better than getting really horny
and making some girl pregnant.  I figured that's what these married men
must be doing -- feeding sperm to me so they wouldn't have another baby.

I let the workman slide his hefty cock through my hands, both now slick
with the combined precum of the two men, as I continued to suck off the
businessman.  He must have needed to start heading home because he slammed
his meat into me trying to cum in earnest.  I just made my mouth an open
hole available for him to shoot a load into.  Suddenly, I could feel the
veins in his thick cock twitch and his penis flex as he produced the first
stream of semen which entered my mouth.  I dove deeper and the next wave
shot right into my well-used throat.  He grunted and slammed the wall as he
unloaded his globs of man-milk into me.

This time, I made sure none of it was splashed onto my clothes.  Dad
couldn't return to the booth to escort me out with fresh cum all over my
tie again. So I made sure to swallow all the seed the man was shooting.  He
pulled back when he was done and handed me a palmful of tokens.  Another
tip!  I later discovered that this "tip" was to encourage a good cocksucker
to "stay on the job" and help out as many other men as possible(and it
prevented wives from discovering some tell-tale tokens in their husbands'
suit pockets)!

The moment he left, a guy, maybe in his mid-20's, wearing a FedEx uniform,
took his place.  He quickly unzipped and stuck his cock into the hole for
servicing. I started sucking him when the workman whispered through the
other hole, "Let me fuck you...let me feel your ass"

I didn't know what to say.  I didn't want to give my age away by answering
but I also had never before had a man fuck my ass.  I tried to picture his
horse cock going into me.  It seemed impossible.

"Come on, let me feel your ass", he apparently wanted to feel me since he
obviously couldn't see who had been stroking him in the darkness.
Silently, I undid my school pants and let them fall to my ankles.  Then I
pulled down my underpants.  My boner was aching to be touched when suddenly
I felt the FedEx guy reach into the hole and grope for my cock.  In total
darkness, he found it and began giving me a professional's handjob.

Standing there, I found myself leaning back toward the workman's hole.  He
reached in and found my ass -- both cheeks nearly fitting into his big
hand. Quickly he slid down the crack of my ass and his fingers found my
virginal boyhole.  He abrupted retreated and squatted to the
gloryhole. "Hey...HEY...ya you...", he whispered.

I turned around, the FedEx guy now began groping my exposed ass and thighs
as I leaned toward the workman's hole. "Yea?", I whispered back.

He seemed to stare into the blackness of my booth. "How OLD are you??", he
whispered.

"Why?", I asked, afraid I'd really blown the whistle on dad's worst
nightmare.

"Man, that is one tight, small ass...you never been fucked have you?...can
I do it...pop your little cherry?", he begged.

"I don't know...I mean you have a really giant dick...", I said.

"We'll make it work, man, I need to fuck something, okay...come on,
pleeassse?", he was masturbating furiously. "I have lube and I'll do it
gentle, okay?  come on, lemme fuck your tight hole", he again pleaded.

"What do I do?", I asked innocently. One or two older men had licked my ass
in the men's room over the summer but most guys just seemed into oral sex.
Here I was working on the fortieth cock in my thirteen years and was
totally ignorant as to how to make my tiny hole available to such a mammoth
piece of workman's cock.

"Just lean it back toward the hole and try to spread your cheeks,
man...I'll do the rest...just keep your hole up against the hole, man", he
instructed with a tone of obvious glee.

I turned around again and bent forward.  I was incredibly nervous wondering
what it would feel like to have a grown man really fuck me; be up inside my
butt.  I did as he said and pushed back to the hole and then held open my
young buttcheeks exposing my pink, tight hole to the workman on the other
side.

As I leaned forward, the FedEx guy took that as a signal to re-insert his
cock through the hole.  I figured I could actually suck him as I waited for
the other man to fuck my butt.  In the tightness of the booth, I didn't
have to lean far to reach the other cock and easily put it back into my
nursing mouth.

Then I felt the new and strange sensation of the workman sliding the head
of his wide cock along the crack of my little ass.  It pushed against my
tiny puckered hole.  He whispered, "Try to relax your hole".  I'm sure
someone right outside the booths had to have heard him although he didn't
much seem to care.  I tried to relax and let him attempt to prod his way
into and up my teen boyhole.

The FedEx guy pulled out and looked into the hole.  He whispered, "You
getting fucked?"

I grunted a, "Yeah", as the workman tried and tried to penetrate my virgin
anus.

"FUCK!  ALL RIGHT!", the FedEx guy said, "Let's get you fucked, man!" And
with that he stood and lunged his long erection back down my throat.  "Eat
it, man...", he said.  He started slamming into my mouth and throat trying
to be sure I was getting well-fucked from either end.  "I'M FUCKING
CUMMIN'", he nearly shouted.  His cock got hard-as-a-rock and began
ejaculating into my mouth.  The workman continued pushing against my still
unpenetrated hole.

"EAT ME, MAN!", the FedEx guy shouted. "TAKE ALL MY SPUNK!"  He was loud
and banging on the wall and still shooting semen into me.  He quickly
pulled out of my sucking hole with a loud, wet "POP" and said, "WILD, MAN!
Man, what a hole!"

He pulled up his shorts, tucked in his shirt and exited his booth.  "MAN,
that one is fucking GREAT...whaaa?  Dunno man, but he seems to be takin'
all cummers, man!", he said to someone in the hallway.  His booth was
quickly filled by yet another man.  He was in his late fifties and wore a
Bulls cap and khaki Dockers.  He had a bit of a beer belly was pretty much
solid.  He put in three tokens, unzipped his slacks and hauled out a fat
sausageof an uncut cock.  He didn't hesitate as he slid his cock through
the hole.  Word apparently was out that I was sucking any cock that used an
adjacent booth.

I was sucking this man's meaty penis when the workman asked if he could
come into my booth to try getting his horsecock up inside me. I said no,
fearing my dad might come back at any moment.  I certainly didn't need to
be caught by him as a 6'3" , 200# stranger had his enormous penis shoved up
my butt!

"Come on, pleeasse?? Man, you're so tight...you'll love it, come on..it'll
just be easier...I can fuck you better if I'm in there."

I could see he had a handsome face. And although his cock was indeed huge,
I really began wanting it to be the first penis up inside of me like that.
'Heck, if it works with this guy, I'll be able to have almost any man use
my ass when he needs it",I figured.

So, I whispered, "Okay..."

The workman left his jeans open but put the cover-alls back on and
whispered, "Unlock your door..."

As I unlocked my booth, he quickly exited his and was opening my door in a
flash.  As he did this, I could see past him and into the hallway for a
brief moment.  There were at least eight men standing there obviously
waiting a turn to use one of the booths and trying to figure out who was in
the booth I occupied.

The workman quickly locked the door and shoved several more tokens into the
monitor.  Without thinking, he slapped on the channel button to get to a
video image.  "We need some light!", he said as he did this.His big body
filled the booth and pressed on me.  Up close, his prominent basket looked
even more lethal and enormous.


As he got his bearings, he finally looked down at me.  His expression was
priceless. He was a man totally amazed.  "How OLD are you?? SHIIIT!  God,
you're just a KID!".

I reached for his crotch and said, "So?"

"SO??!  What are you like 12?", he said incredulously.

"No, 13", I said, slightly miffed that he'd thought me younger.

"Oh, big fucking deal...13...so it's only five more years till they won't
arrest me..."

Although he seemed upset and nervous, he let me continue caressing his
rigid hardon through his cover-alls.  "Fuck, a KID...man, I was poking some
kid's ass...SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!"

"You can still try it...fucking me, I mean...if you want to...", I offered.

"What the fuck is this??", he suddenly asked looking at the cock protruding
through the hole.  The man in the Bulls cap obviously still wanted some
head.  "You sucking that cock??", the workman asked.  "FUCK, WHO are you,
kid???"

"Yeah, I was sucking him...I love sucking...", I said.I continued to grope
his crotch as I reached over to the older man's cock and began milking it,
too. "You wanna see me suck it?", I asked.

The workman was silent watching me and staring at the video picture.  At
least he wasn't leaving, I thought. "Do whatever you want, I guess...geez,
I have a couple kids older than you...jesus."

I held his large cock through his slacks as I reached around him and began
sucking the older man's sausage again.  The workman just shook his head and
watched every second of the blowjob.  Though he acted quite scandalized,
the hardon he rigorously maintained, betrayed his true lust.

"Oh, man, kid...that is just too much...I have never...", the workman
watched and shook his head then added, "You eat their sperm, too??"

I simply nodded and continued sucking, making sure I put on a great
performance for his benefit.  Apparently, it was to Mr. Bulls Cap's
benefit, too, as I heard him moan and he began splurting thick semen down
my throat.  The workman was aware the man was cumming and watched closely
as my throat muscles flexed, gulping down the ejaculate.

"You eat their cum...man, this is just too, too much...", the workman said.
The older man left and soon the booths on either side of us were occupied
bynew cocks pushing their way into my booth. "Are you going to fuckin' do
them, too?", he asked with shear amazement.  I nodded and began going back
and forth between the two cocks showing the workman how good I was at
taking care of men's needs.

"You're nothing but a slut, kid...", the workman said.  I thought he was
about to leave but instead, he began to unzip his cover-alls. "I guess, one
more cock up inside you won't much matter..."

"I'm going to have you sit on it, kid", he said as he sat his enormous
frame upon the molded seat.  "let's do this..I want to get out of here
soon."  He had his cover-alls and jeans down at his ankles.  His white jock
streched along his smooth, highly-muscular thighs.  His huge dick stood a
full 11" straight and rigid.  He reached into a pocket of his cover-alls
and produced a tube of lubricant and slathered his meat till it was shiny
and throbbing.  "Okay, let me fuck you", he said.

I stopped sucking the other two men and stood up facing him.  "Turn around,
kid, this is gunna be about your ass and that tiny, baby hole..."

I spun around clumsily in the cramped booth.

"Oh man, I can't believe I'm gunna do this...", he muttered.  His big hands
felt my boy ass and wandered into the crack again.  His lubed hands
smoothly ran alongmy skin. "What an ass...", he again muttered.  "So
fucking small and tight...fuckin' forgive me jesus...this is just too much
to pass up..."  The workman slapped my thigh and ass with his cock.  "You
want to be a slut, kid, I'll add my cock to your roster..."  He prodded my
tiny puckered hole.  "Okay, kid, ease down on me like you're gunna sit on
my lap..."

I followed his directive and sat on the huge head of this stranger's cock.
"Easy, baby, take it slow...easy...yeah, that's it....you'll get it in
there, baby...", he whispered into my ear.  "Take it, whoreboy..." He
shoved up into me a bit, inserting three or four inches up my hole.  It
hurt like murder but he held a hand over my mouth to muffle my moans.

"You want it all in you though, don't you kid...any kid eating sperm all
day needs a cock up his butt, too..." the workman's cock pushed up inside
me.  I could see the men in either booth were just watching all of this.
There single eyes staring at the horsecock working it's way up into my
anus.

"Fuck him", one of the men whispered. "Yeah, he's a slut, fuck him..."

'Wow', I thought, these adult men were calling me a "slut" but they seemed
to like that...and so did I.

The workman kept pushing into me. "You like my big cock up there, kid?  Bet
you do...you're taking it all...I'm going to open you up so you'll be
aching for dick up there at night...now sit all the way on it", he groaned
and shoved the rest of his meat into me.  "You got it, kid, that's it...you
got it all in you...fuck...sodomizing a kid...yeah...come on...now ride it
up and down a little...".  He bucked his hips encouraging me to "ride" his
cock the way I used to "ride" on my dad's lap as a toddler.  The workman
was making a game out of it.

I was breathless as I had him fucking my new-found boycunt.  At once I felt
ripped in two and elated.  The workman pointed at one of the holes, "Let
him suck you..." And the man stood up again and put his cock back through
the hole.  "Eat his sperm while I fuck you...", he said.  "Do it,
slutboy..."  I bent forward and sucked the man's penis into my other hole.

I ate his load and then the workman grabbed me by the head and shoved me
onto the cock poking through the other hole. "Do 'em all...you like cock so
much...".  As this anonymous cock began splurting it's semen, it shot all
over my face and dripped onto my chin.  Apparently seeing this brought the
workman to the breaking point.

"Oh, fuck...I'm gunna cum...fuck...oh, yeah...lick that cum from your
chin...slut whore....TAKE IT!", he shouted as he unloaded deep inside my
broken cherry.  His climax was unlike any I'd ever seen.  It was stunningly
intense, as though his whole being were erupting.  His sperm was hot as it
blasted into me.  I could feel it fill my insides as his horsecock flexed
and throbbed sending as much up into me as he could produce.

We sat very still and then he abruptly said, "Okay, now get off me...get
off!"

I rose from his lap feeling his cock escape inch by inch from my tight
hole. "Come on, get up...", he nearly yelled.  The moment I was off him, he
stood up, reminding me of just how tall he was.  "Man, I got kids your
age...we shouldn't have done that...", he said but quickly added, "What did
you think...of your first fuck?"

I took a deep breath and wiped the other mens' semen from my lips.  "It was
incredible...but my butt hurts..."

"That'll go away, kid...or keep it open for some of these other guys and
that baby ass of yoursll get used to it in no time!"  He zipped up and
replaced his cover-alls. "We shouldn't have done it though...you're way too
fuckin' young..."

"YES, HE IS!", a familiar voice stated from the hole to our right.

"He's much too young and in DEEP TROUBLE", dad said.


Part VI:  Dad Discovers I Suck Cock

I stood in the booth feeling the semen of the workman dripping out of my
newly-widened young anus.  His sperm dripped along the back of my hairless
thighs and ran down my legs.  I couldn't reach down to get my pants up
because the booth was tight with the big man still crowded on top of me.

"SHIT", the workman muttered.  "I'm outta here...I aint getting arrested
even for your ass." And he slapped the lock open and bolted out of the
booth before dad even had a chance to open the door to the booth from which
he had once again caught me.  But this time it was obvious what I had been
doing.  I heard the guy in the booth to my left also exit and no one else
entered it.  This time dad must have made himself known as he returned to
the basement arcade.  Surely, some of the guys had to have recognized him
from the upper level where they all had to enter the bookstore.

"Look at you...WHAT ARE YOU DAMN FUCKING DOING???", dad yelled through the
hole.  This time he was livid with disgust along with his anger at having
found me in his store.  "Pull up your pants and grab your fucking
backpack...", he directed.

Suddenly, he was out in the hallway again making a general announcement. "I
HAVE TO ASK EVERYONE TO PLEASE GO UPSTAIRS SO WE CAN CLEAN THIS LEVEL...IT
WILL ONLY BE 10 MINUTES...THANK YOU FOR COOPERATING...yes, you need to go
back upstairs...IF YOU ARE VIEWING A VIDEO YOU MAY REMAIN IN YOUR BOOTH BUT
PLEASE DROP TOKENS...!"  Dad was clearing out as many men from the arcade
level as he could. I could hear the thundering sound of at least two or
three dozen men as they clomped back up to the bookstore level.

I was trying to get myself together in the booth.  I had no tissues so it
was impossible to clean off the workman's cum.  I just had to raise my
trousers and hope my cotton underpants would soak up most of it.  I felt
dizzy and stupid as to have had dad catch me like that.

There was a banging knock on my door.  "OPEN IT", dad demanded.  I paused,
thinking for a brief moment that perhaps I could shrink myself like "Alice"
and sneak out through one of the gloryholes.  Very slowly I slid the latch
open.

Dad pushed the door in and just glared at me.  He then glanced around the
booth obviously noting the semen that glistened on the holes and the
plastic seat.  "FUCK THIS", he yelled.

I pushed past him and found myself clutching my bookbag in the dimly lit
hallway.  Dad roughly grabbed my elbow and I yelled out in pain.  "Save
it...seems you've been handling worse than that today...", he said.  "Get
over here...", he continued and guided me to a locked door off one of the
dark corridors.  "In here", he said, pushing me through the doorway.  We
were in a well-lit space the size of a large elevator.  It was the bottom
of a stairwell with an ironwork spiral staircase.

"Look at you...", dad muttered. "What is this...what the fuck are you
covered in??!  Is that CUM??  IS that CUM all fucking over you???", dad was
clearly shocked.  "Oh, FUCK THIS!"

I was various shades of crimson and ash as I fluctuated between
embarassment and light-headedness. I knew I was covered in splashes of
sperm from the men I'd service and the aroma was strong.

"They're gunna close me down.", dad stated."They're gunna call the cops and
close me down...they'll take away the store, arrest my ass..." He was
nearly frantic with angry worry.

"I...I...", I tried to explain.

"Shut up...I don't even want to FUCKING hear your FUCKING voice...", dad
interrupted.

"I...I...I'm sorry...I'll go live with mom if you want....", I offered
sensing that if dad didn't even want to hear my voice, he certainly didn't
want to continue sharing his apartment with me."

"LONDON?  Oh, did I fail to say, they'd put your horny ass in a juvenile
detention center...you're a fucking MENACE to men in this society....GET UP
THERE", he demanded, prodding me to climb the spiral stairs.  He followed
closed behind me.

At the top, I found myself in a modest-sized office.  This apparently was a
hidden access for dad to manage the two levels of the bookstore.

"This is my office", dad said.  "I gotta get you out of here but it's just
too fucking busy...both ways are just too busy.  So you have to stay in
here until I can figure out a way to goddamn get you off the fucking
premises...!"  Dad now seemed more concerned about his business than what
I'd been doing in the video booth.  I must have been the sight -- a
thirteen year old kid trying to follow his dad's orders and obey as I stood
there stained in men's semen.

"I gotta let those guys back downstairs...I lose fucking MONEY every minute
they're not down there making it a fucking whorehouse...YOU STAY
HERE...DON'T YOU DARE FUCKING MOVE OR MAKE A FUCKWAD SOUND...", dad yelled
as he stormed out his office door and locked it from the outside.  I could
just barely hear him announce, "THE VIDEO ARCADE IS OPEN...THANK YOU FOR
BEING PATIENT!"

I stood in dad's office fearing what life would be like in prison.  I knew
my life would be forever different.  And I just knew my relationship with
my dad was destroyed.  I had never seen him that mad before.  Even with my
mom, he was always civil and even polite.  His roar of anger stunned me.  I
didn't know what he might do but was grateful I still had all my teeth.

I sat at the desk and started sobbing.  I had really fucked up big time.
And I still could feel semen ooze out of my anus.  The pain of being
sodomized by the workman's horsecock was worse now as I sat.  Just then, I
heard the door being unlocked.  'More yelling', I thought.

Max, the other man who worked the counter came into the office and locked
the door. "Hey, kid...what's up?", he asked. "Your dad told me you were in
here...I swear I aint never heard of anybody ever doing this before...", he
sort of chuckled under his breath.

"I...I..I'm really sorry...", I weakly said.  I was horrified that dad had
told the man he worked with what I had done.

"My, you are the mess, kid...what were you doing down there??", he asked
and smiled. "What's that all over you?"  Then he paused. "HOLY
FUCK...that's...", he started laughing louder.  "NO wonder your father's in
such a state...you ought to see him out there.  If I didn't know better,
I'd say he snorted some coke the way he's flying about...".  He laughed and
walked to a small refrigerator that sat on a counter in a corner, pulling
out a Diet Coke. "Makes me think...", he said, handing me the can of
soda. "Here, drink this...it'll help ya...um...wash down the rest of
the...um...you know...", he said, smiling at me.

"I'm so embarassed", I blurted out taking a sip of the soda. "My life's
over..."

"Hey, kid, don't need to be embarassed on my account...I seen worse...maybe
not so fuckin' young...but definitely worse."  Max ran his hand on my hair
in a comforting gesture. "I THINK you got some...you know...jizz...in your
hair, kid", he softly whispered.  In a reflexive motion, I put my hand to
my hair.  It was gooey and slick with semen.

"Ya know what?", Max asked.

"What?", I whispered in humiliation.

He leaned into me and whispered, "I'll clean it for ya so your dad might
not notice, okay?"

I nodded.  "He already noticed... but do you have some kleenex or
something?", I asked.

He smiled and quickly looked at the lock on the door. "Between you and
me...we don't need none of that stuff..."

I must have looked at him with a confused expression because he quickly
added, "I'll show ya..."  He then ran his thumb and index finger through a
lock of my short hair, semen clinging to his fingers.  He was cleaning out
the cum using his hand!

As he got a big glob of congeled semen, he brought his fingers to his mouth
and ate it. "Best part of the job", he joked. Again, he ran his fingers
through my hair.  "Just how many guys did this to you, kid...shit, you're
hair's coated...", he was like a pig in mud wiping and licking up the cum.

After he was done he smacked his lips.  "Good quality stuff...workin' here
I don't get to play much downstairs...", he said.  "There's some kleenex in
that drawer over there", he revealed.

Almost stunned, I went over to the drawer in a counter and took out some
tissues and proceeded to wipe off what I could.  Max stared at me and
walked up to stand beside me.

Max was in his late forties.  He was just a bit taller than me and seemed a
very laid-back sort of man.  He stood as close to me as possible and
whispered, "Between you and me, kid, I think it's great what you were doing
down there...don't bother me none."  He placed his hand directly on my
basket.  Despite all that had happened, I instantly sprung another
boner. "You don't mind me doin' this, do you?", he asked.  I shook my head.
I was scared but I was horny.  "Any of that delicious jizz in your hair
belong to you, kid?"

I shook my head and muttered, "I don't think so...is that even possible?"

He squeezed my young crotch several times and felt the length of my
boner. "Sure, it's possible...'specially with young squirters like
you...what you got in these pants, kid?", he asked smiling at the prominent
bulge in my uniform pants."Mind if I take a look?", he cooed.

Max quickly unzipped my pants and shoved his hairy hand into the fly. "Oh,
nice...nice...nice...", he mumbled feeling the length of my penis. "Your
dad's told me you're 13 but you got a nice cock already...I think it's
bigger than MINE!"  Max continued groping me searching about for the fly of
my underpants. He sort of giggled as he tried to get my bone hard erection
out through the fly. "Oh, this is good...oh...whata beaut on you, kid...",
he whipsered, his hand still shoved into my trousers.

Suddenly, we heard the door unlocking from the outside and pulled away from
each other. "Don't say nothin'", Max pled.  I simply shook my head and
turned toward the counter getting my zipper half way up before dad
re-entered the office.  He slammed some papers onto his desk and thanked
Max for keeping me company.  "No prob, boss", Max said.

"Adam'll be in in about 20 minutes...his girlfriend got stuck at school and
he had to pick her up", dad said to Max. "When he gets here, you can go
home."

"Great, see you domani", Max replied. "Hey, kid, take care...and be soft on
the him, boss, he's just a kid...".  Max winked at me and went back into
the main bookstore area.

Dad huffed a laugh, "Ha, be soft on you...it's amazing there aint some
blood, body parts and tissue all over you to mix with the GODDAMN CUM all
over you..." Dad pulled open a cabinet and threw me a roll of paper towels.
"Clean yourself up...I send you to a fuckin catholic school and you...13
YEARS OLD...I was fucking mowing lawns at 13...!"  Dad rummaged through
papers as I wiped off the front of my shirt.

"Just take the goddamn tie off...", dad interjected as he watched me try to
wipe off the blue semen-stained tie. "It's ruined...just toss it in this
wastebasket."  He watched me remove it and weakly throw it over to where he
held out the trashcan. "It's ruined...look at that thing.", dad
added. "There's a sink over there...use it...wash off that bookbag." Dad
went to a cabinet and pulled out a folded light blue t-shirt from a pile of
identical shirts.  "Take off the shirt and put it in your bag...and put
this on."  He tossed me the shirt.

"I said take off the shirt...we might have to wash it here...sure wouldn't
ask Martha to wash something like that...", dad said, shaking his head in
disgust.

I unbuttoned the shirt, now stiffening with cum and pulled it off revealing
my naked, hairless torso.  Dad watched me and looked like he was going to
cry.

"You're so fucking young...", he said looking at my still developing young
body. "I don't know who's making me angrier...you or those men who did
this...", dad sat in his desk chair and watched as I pulled the t-shirtover
my head.  It was quite large, at least a men's medium and when it was on, I
could see it said, "STOCK EXCHANGE...got something you want to trade?"

"I just can't believe this," dad again said. "I thought you were going to a
fucking fabric shop this afternoon and here you are jeapordizing my
store...yourself...what a mess.  And the store would have to be busier than
it has been the entire month..."

"I'm sorry...do you hate me?", I asked.

"Don't ask me that, boy", dad said. "Don't ask me that til you're 21."

"I'm sorry..."

"Look", dad explained, "here's the problem...we gotta get you OUT of here,
and from there we have to figure out what to do."

"I'll go to London...please just don't send me to jail..", I pleaded.

"Oh, shut up, you're not going to jail...if I can goddamn get your ass off
these premises.", dad said.  Then stared right into my eyes. "Did that
man...did he fuck you?", dad's voicewas forceful but he was clearly
embarassed having to ask me such a question.  "I mean, I saw him and I saw
you but did he...did he penetrate you?"  Dad was nearly as red as I asking
the question.

I nodded and stared at the tiles on the floor.

"Oh, fuck", dad muttered. "Did he ...cum inside of you that way?"

I stood there afraid to answer.

"I asked you if that man shot his load up your ass", dad repeated
forcefully.

"I'm sorry...dad..."

"I take that to mean yes...damn it son...I should have beaten his ass to a
pulp"

"I wanted it dad...", I said.

"I don't care if you wanted it...that's not the goddamn point...you're 13
years old -- he had to have been in his late 30's...what are you
thinking???" Dad gave me the most incredulous look.  "Does that mean
ANYTHING to you, son?  They're breaking a law...you're breaking a
law...what a mess."

I stood there not knowing what to say.

"Did he use a rubber...a CONDOM..??"

I shook my head.

"That's IT, you are OUT of that cathedral school -- those fuckhead nuns
probably think they're party balloons...!", dad sounded disgusted with
everyone and everything.  "So that man came inside your ass without a
rubber?!  Oh man...."

Dad suddenly got quieter and softly asked me, "Are you okay...I
mean...well, it had to have hurt you...are you okay?"

I nodded weakly but said, "It hurts a little when I sit..."

"Oh man, if that guy permanently hurt you...", dad said.  "I saw him
briefly...he was about my size -- he could have maybe ripped you apart
doing that to you...", dad just swayed his head back and forth.

"It didn't hurt when he was doing it but..."I said feeling a sudden
shooting pain up my rectum.  "But now it hurts some."

"Bet it does...maybe you deserve it for what you did...", dad chastised me
as though I were a five year old caught pushing some other kid on the
playground.  "GOD, did you wipe his cum from your ass after he came?", dad
nearly whispered in embarassment.

I shook my head.

"You have to do something...you have clean up and try to get some of his
cum out of your ass...if you didn't go to that fucking school, you'd have
known not to let a man shoot his cum up your ass..."

"Why?", I asked.  This was just before the onset of the AIDS crisis.

"You could get a fucking disease."

"What should I do??", I asked, fearing for my life.

"Wipe yourself with some of those paper towels...you have to do it here
since the private bathroom is in the hallway...I'll give you ten minutes
alone..clean yourself up.", dad said.

"How?", I asked innocently.

"Drop your pants...you KNOW how to do THAT and wipe as much of that man's
cum from your ass as you can."

The phone rang and dad picked up the phone.  "Oh, yeah, hi there
Charlie...yeah, I been waiting for you to call.. you got the new Catalina
releases?  Good, yeah...by Friday..right..."

I stood there as dad took his business call.

"Okay, Charlie...yeah, I have the numbers right here in the desk...I know
Max and I were trying to figure out how many copies of "Sorority Sluts" we
might need...". Dad continued talking and motioned for me to start cleaning
myself up over by the sink. "Yeah, I know, that company's always going for
the cumshot...sometimes makes me wonder if I ought to place them in the
straight or the gay section...haha..."

I didn't realize that dad wasn't going to leave the room as I did this but
he continued to point over to the sink as he rummaged around his desk for
his inventory sheets.  Haltingly, I walked over to the sink carrying the
paper towel roll.  I set them on the counter and looked back at dad as he
sat at his desk.  He was reading off numbers to Charlie on the phone.  So I
grabbed my belt buckle and started to pull down my uniform pants.  I kept
my shoes on and let the pants drop to my ankles.  I stood facing the wall
in my "Stock Exchange"t-shirt and white jockey underpants, my trousers
gathered around my feet.

As I felt my backside, my underpants were still wet back there with semen.
I took a deep breath and put my fingers on the elastic waistband and began
to pull them down slowly.


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