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title: 'Feedin'' Pop'
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### Feedin' Pop

Date: Thu, 19 Jan 2006 11:08:36 -0800 (PST)
From: gloryhole junkie <mrghjunkie@yahoo.com>
Subject: Feedin' Pop, Part 1

Feedin' Pop
(yes) Part One

By Mr.gloryholeJUNKIE
mrghjunkie@yahoo.com



Disclaimer:

Although it goes on in hundreds (thousands?) of households, never attempt
any of this at home.

If you are a dad and happen upon a "milky substance" (not your own)
somewhere in the home and you know that you have fertile sons in the house,
try to resist the actions taken by the father in this story.

(All we can do is ask that you try).

Follow all laws in your area regarding such activities.

Do not read this story of it irritates your sensibilities or if you are a
minor or in an area where the reading of such material is not permitted.


Do not copy, re-post or otherwise steal and plagiarize this story. Author
reserves all rights. 2006.

The author welcomes all your e-mail. Share your feelings, insights,
experiences and ideas. (Please note that e-mails with attachments are
discarded; photo images are neither solicited nor welcome).





Preface:

Many married men think of their home as their castle.

And they consider a local tearoom or bathhouse as their playground.

But few ever seem to merge the two concepts into one brilliant idea.

Whereas a married father will keep his home all clean and cum-junkie free,
he will most hungrily make a video bookstore with a glory hole arcade his
feeding grounds.

And isn't that silly? I mean, when a man could drink plenty of semen out of
the guys right there under his roof.

Hell, there are a lot of loads blown in any household which has a maturing
son residing within it.

Any father of teenaged sons knows that.

Hell, he can have one son or ten and a dad can tell you that he knows that
his own boy, from the second he hit adolescence, is shooting tons of cum
every day up in his room.

And, admit it, even though you may not betray the fact, you know a
teenager's room by its scent of tons of fresh semen. You often knock on
your son's door to tell him to come down to dinner, and as he opens it, you
smile to yourself and get a slight woody because you can smell your own
kid's seed in that room.

Yeah, all dads know that bedroom up there is his own son's jerk off porno
space. Hell, by age eight these days, many fathers give their kid his own
`puter with full, unfiltered Internet access. And when the kid turns
eleven, many of these same dads help out some more by discreetly adding a
box of tissues to his son's "workspace". (Notice how a now-ejaculating son
never asks his dad from where that box came?).

And as the young studlet's father, you can tell exactly when that bedroom
went from a place for homework and baseball cards to a more dimly lit room
of baseball cards, homework... and a teen's own personal mini porn theater.

Any father can identify the subtlest of signs that his kid is shooting the
milk. He can smell his son's own semen; he sees that his son's got some
perfect pin up poster directly across from the foot of his bed; he may even
"happen upon" the wet, spunked up tissues inside the kid's wastebasket
beneath his desk. (You got it. Any dad can see the computer and an
"Introduction to Algebra" textbook on top of his son's desk. But the good
stuff is often beneath the desk).

Let's admit it, while the kid's at soccer practice, a lot of dads rummage
through their sexually maturing sons bedrooms - as they look for something
good, real good.

Yeah, you go straight to the kid's underwear drawer and feel his jockey
shorts, his spare jockstrap and you even put the kid's baseball cup right
up to your face like it's an oxygen mask.

Hell, a lot of you have found your son's dirty underwear in a corner and
sucked on the pouch. You can smell and taste the kid's nut juice in those
"Lord of the Rings" briefs.

And some dads take it even further and check out where exactly his well
hung thirteen-year-old son's been hanging out on the old information
superhighway.

Knowing the wife's still at work and you don't have to pick up your son for
another hour, many dads sit down at that computer in the kid's room and
search for what gets his son up and wanking.

Although a lot of kids are pretty damn savvy about discarding histories and
temp files (ain't that a shame - since you could share so much with dad if
you quit doing that), many dads have a way of finding stuff.

Pic files? And you open it to find glory hole pics. Yeah, your kid knows
all about chowing on big dicks through holes in park toilets. And another
pic your son has stashed away shows some man on his knees with five other
men jerking off into his open mouth.

Thumbs up. You can see that you may not be raising your son right but
you're raising him well.

Then, you click on some bland looking folder name and ...Dad's hit the jack
pot. Fuckin' hundred captures of your own son beating off on webcam (the
little toy you gave him for his tenth birthday). As you look at pics and
see him showing off his biceps, big dick, nice-sized nuts and tight little
butthole, you have to wonder just who in the hell he's doing that for on
cam (cuz it sure ain't been for you)!

You hope it's been for a lot of men, that's all you're thinking as you open
your trousers to use your own son's pics as so much porn. Shit, you look
closely and have to admit that although he's lanky, almost a bit skinny and
not a bit of hair other than some wispy pubes, your kid's got a big fuckin'
dick on him.

You can even spot the resemblance which makes your own dick jump. Your kid
has got your same nut sac, low hanging already like his old man. And the
kid's just become a teenager official as of the week before.

You beam with pride as you jerk off to your son's images.

And among the dozens of captures is one that shows this huge, thick arch of
white semen shooting out of your kid's big dick like so much fountain
drink. And another shows his smooth torso loaded and glistening in tons of
splats of his young semen.

Damn, that causes you to lose your own load and you aim the head of your
cock into your palm as to catch all the stuff.

But of course, it's too big a load and your semen pours out and through
your fingers. Thank god you gave your kid that extra big box of
Kleenex. You grab a few and wipe up your viscous milk, the same milk that
made the kid to whose images you're beating off.

You think to make sure to flush your cum rag down the toilet but then,
seeing your son's wastebasket, you toss it in there instead.

And you know why.

Because you're feeling all nasty.

But as you go to toss your own milky, wet tissues to the pile, you see that
basket is loaded with Kleenex.

You reach in and sure enough, it's a bin loaded in your own son's semen
clean ups.

Hell, more than a few, in the middle of the pile, are still wet. You can
feel, between your fingers, that tell-tale slippery slickness of semen in a
Kleenex. You pull one out and sniff it. Oh, yeah, it's young semen. It's
fresh, pungently fresh, and the kid had to have shot the stuff before
heading to school earlier that day since he hasn't been home since.

And, we all know what you do - need to do - you're a dad who sucks in that
tissue and all that juvey nut milk. You're getting a taste of your own
kid's sperm and you can't get enough. Hell, you've had a lot of cum shot
into your own mouth over the years, but you now know that the best tasting
cum is the young load of your own son now sitting on your tongue.

Hell, you notice it's only more like a pudding in its semi congealed
state. And you reach into the basket for more. Pay dirt! Two more wet wads
in there. You sniff them and your dick gets hard again just knowing your
kid makes so much cum and obviously must have to shoot it off often.

You suck on those cum rags, as well, savoring the delectable flavor of your
own kid's fertile batter. You realize he could be knocking up girls at
school now with the stuff you're sucking down.

But then you also know that your son is at that age when he's probably more
taken with getting head from some chickenhawk in the Mall restroom or
beating off for on-lookers in some toilet stall in the local park - or on
the 'net.

After all, his taste in Internet porn sure reveals that your son, the kid
you still shoot hoops with after dinner many nights, is into the same shit
you are. He's the all-American squeaky-clean seventh-grader, but already
he's a little studlet who knows all about cumpigs and tearooms.

As you close out of his programs and shut down his computer, you wonder
where your son learned about restrooms with glory holes and cum dump men
who let any dick shoot sperm into his mouth.

You figure it's all just the influence of the Internet. And you grin, happy
that you gave his first computer for his eighth birthday - along with full
Internet access without any net nanny shit to obstruct the fun. Five years
of looking at stuff has proven to be good training for your son. He didn't
have to ask a question in order to learn that a horny kid can get all the
head he needs from those men who suck hard cock through holes in public
restrooms.

And many dads know that "educational value" alone is worth the price of the
computer.

Then you look at your watch and realize you have to pick up the very son
whose semen is still clinging to your tongue. You nearly blush as you
consider what you've done. But you know you'll do it again.

You stuff your own cum rag deep into the middle of the pile of the
wastebasket. You figure your kid will never know that his old man's semen
is now right in there along side his own.

You stand up, yank up your suit trousers and buckle up. You pat your bulge
some and know its time to pick up the little, sperm-making stud from soccer
practice.

And that's how many dads get hooked on making their home, their castle,
into their own personal XXX location. As most dads already know, there are
more cum-filled tissues in some houses than in a porn video arcade. You're
a dad with five sons? Hell, you could live off the protein those boys are
putting out and leaving to pile up in their bedroom wastebaskets.








Feedin' Pop Part One

By Mr.gloryholeJUNKIE






Mike honked the car's horn, getting his son, Zack's, attention from where
he sat on a bench at the local sports park.

His son waved, bounced up and said good-bye to his three friends who were
on his same soccer team.

Mike waved at Zack's coach who was hanging out with the remaining boys as
they also waited for rides after their regular two-hour Wednesday
after-school practice session.

As Zack walked toward the car, his father smiled to himself because his kid
was showing some good sized teen meat flopping around in those white soccer
shorts of his. And having just seen what his kid's got inside those shorts,
having rummaged around his computer just an half hour earlier, Mike knew
his son was damn well hung, especially for having just turned thirteen.

Then, Mike did what he often did, out of habit. His eyes scanned over to
the brick building far off behind the field. It was the sports park's
restroom building and a rather notorious hang out for chickenhawks and
assorted perverts.

Mike knew the place well.

And he even recognized the two men who now appeared from the men's room and
hovered around its entrance. He didn't know their names, (well, their real
ones at least), but he knew that they were chickenhawks always hungry for
the kid dicks that came in.


Fact was, Mike had seen those two "buddies in chickenhawking" in operation
a several times. They were both older than Mike by a good fifteen or twenty
years. But both were also married men and each had kids of their own. Joe
had sons in college while Bill's brood was adult and already just out of
college.

But Mike knew, that, like himself, none of that stopped those two from deep
throating every horny teenager that came looking for some after-school or
pre-game "help" inside that sports park men's room.


Mike had seen it because until his own son's team moved their practice
session to this park just a couple of months earlier, he, too had joined
forces with those two in that park tearoom.

The one who stood to the right of the men's room door was known to Mike
only as "Joe". He was a nice enough looking Italian-looking man with thick
salt and pepper hair and an absolutely huge fucking schlong, which he liked
to snake down a little boy's throat whenever the opportunity arose. He
would joke, "I've fed more Italian sausage and meatballs to little boys
than all the beef and peppa stands in this city put together! And I even
let them hold the buns!".

But what Joe himself loved was to eat down was kidcock. This Italian father
of three could eat down under aged boners like they were going out of
style.

And Mike only knew the other man standing near the doorway as, "Bill". He
was a big, strapping, blue-eyed, graying blue-collar sort of a guy with a
beer-can thick, uncut Polish kielbasa in his slacks - and the huge mitts of
a total pedo pervert. Bill was all about finger-fucking the little ones and
salaciously feeling up young jock kids while they received the most
incredible head of their young lives.

And, of course, Mike loved young teenaged semen.






Mike been hooked on the stuff ever since he was in college and blew his
first kid cock.

Heck, up until that time, Mike hadn't even given a thought to having sex
with other guys, let alone, ever considered sex with a young kid. In fact,
he was his college team's football quarterback and was dating a lot of
girls on his university's campus.

But all that changed when the kid, the fifth-grade brother of his room mate
that semester, came for a visit during Sibling's Weekend and into Mike's
life...and onto him in the dorm showers.

Even had the thought occurred to him, Mike didn't even have to make
attempts at molesting the eleven-year-old where he slept on the floor
between the two beds as he spent three nights in their room in the Men's
dorm building. Heck, he didn't even have to wait for that first night to
come.


Since it was only Thursday noon, first official day of Sibling's Weekend,
most "siblings" had as yet to even arrive on campus. In fact,
traditionally, many of them didn't even come until Friday afternoon since
many of them were school kids themselves and couldn't miss class either. In
fact, other than his room mate's little brother who had arrive a couple of
hours earlier, there wasn't even all that much happening on campus yet. But
the only Amtrak train the kid could take caused him to miss seeing his
brother upon arrival arrived.

Mike's room mate had a heavy class schedule as he was making up three extra
credits that semester. So he was already was out at classes for the whole
day when his little brother knocked on the dorm room door. Shit, it scared
the shit out of Mike since he was in the middle of a morning jerk off
session before classes. If the kid had a key, he'd have caught Mike
shooting semen all over his lightly hairy chest and stomach.

Fortunately, the kid had a campus map but not a key. So a frustrated Mike
stopped his jerking and instead pulled on his sweat pant and opened the
door. As he said hello, he thought the kid's eyes had gone straight to his
tenter but that couldn't be...so instead, Mike let him into the room,
apologized for the mess and handed him a note left by his brother.

Mike then offered the cute little guy a bagel and an apple while he
finished dressing. He then grabbed his backpack before he, too, had to run
to a class.

When he got back from class, and knowing that he didn't want to sit with
the kid who he had left to hang in their dorm room watching t.v. all
morning, Mike grabbed his towel figuring he'd take a shower since he went
straight to Advanced Bio without taking one earlier. He again left the kid
to his own devices - and to his brother's concern - as he went down the
long hallway to the floor's Men's Room.

The showers on Mike's floor were empty; the entire dorm actually was very
quiet. Mike stripped off his clothes and hung them on a peg before heading
into the showers. The place was empty and Mike even thought maybe he could
complete that jerk off session which had been so rudely interrupted
earlier.

Since it was an open, gang shower room, although it surprised him, it
didn't totally freak him to see his room mate's little brother, no more
than two minutes later, pad in, totally naked. He thought it a little
strange that a little kid like that would want to take a shower now and was
so open with his nudity. But then Mike figured that perhaps the kid needed
to shower after a train trip and it hadn't occurred to him earlier he could
do so until he heard Mike mention that he was going to take one.

Mike hadn't really seen a naked eleven-year-old so up close before. But he
did remember thinking the boy's cock was pretty big looking for a kid of
that age.

But then without being able to help himself, Mike sprung a huge college
athlete woody when he saw the boy, like, almost purposefully bend over to
wash his own feet. Touching his toes while his legs were spread wide, the
boy's butt cheeks spread wide and his pink rosebud gaped wide open like it
wanted to be fucked or something.

Mike quickly turned his back to the kid. He was trying hard not to let the
little guy see his massive erection. But, then suddenly, he could feel that
the kid was reaching around him. He looked down and could see the boy start
to slowly milk Mike's big hard dick using a very soapy little hand.

"Can I suck you?", the boy asked Mike as he came around to his front side.

Before Mike even replied, the kid was bent over slobbering on the college
jock's cock. Mike's knees buckled as he gently grabbed the smaller boy's
wet hair and stroked it while he began to fuck his dick into his mouth.

Mike knew that his room mate's little brother was no neophyte to dick
sucking. He looked down through the waterfall of shower water washing over
them and stared as the boy took a firm but gentle hold of his nuts while
ravenously deep-throating his big dick all the way down to Mike's wiry
pubes. Mike let out a deep breath as he was now certain that this boy had
sucked himself down a few big cocks before in his short lifetime.

Mike's finger tips gripped the kid's shoulders as he fucked the length of
his college boner in and out of his throat. He couldn't get over how deep
and fast this fifth-grader was able to take a pounding to the back of the
throat. Chicks, even sorority cheerleaders, had nothing on this little boy.

As the kid stroked Mike's plum-sized nuts, that was too much for him. Heck,
he was a college football player and needed to rip a load down a
throat. And the fact that it was into a little boy's throat he was
sperming, made him fire off seed even more wildly. Mike's ejaculation
violently erupted inside the little kid's throat and he stood there just
pumping shot after shot after shot after shot of the college jock jacksauce
into the hungry little kid slurping on his meat.

After cumming, Mike, of course, could not believe that he had fed his first
pedo load of cum to a little boy. But it had all happened so quickly,
unexpectedly, somewhat involuntarily and was such an incredible turn on,
that without even thinking further, Mike pulled the boy up and quickly
dropped to his knees as he went down on him.

The boy held Mike's ears as he let his brother's room mate blow him in the
college showers - like he had had his cock sucked a million times before.

But of course, for Mike, it was his first ever with a young boy's penis in
his mouth. He was amazed by the firmness of the youngster's erection - it
was like a fleshy but steely pole. And the meat tasted so clean and
sweet. Mike gripped his lips firmly around the pricklet and suckled and
savored like a man who had discovered his new favorite food.

As he sucked, Mike reached and squeezed the youngster's small round butt
cheeks before, and he couldn't help himself, but he poked two fingers into
and up the kid's rectum. His fingers slid right in and it seemed to Mike
that this little kid was well accustomed to having things put inside his
ass.

Just as he licked the boy's still hairless scrotum, he could feel the boy
tense up. And a moment later, the sweetest shot of ambrosia flooded into
Mike's sucking mouth. This eleven-year-old had ejaculated and his somewhat
watery semen flowed down Mike's throat.

Suddenly, Mike was hooked - but also nervous. He bounded up to his feet and
just in time. The moment he stood up, his 6'2" looming over the little guy
right beside him, two guys from the floor came into the shower room and,
obviously not even curious and basically oblivious, they immediately turned
around as they said, "We'll come back when the kid is gone."

But Mike had gotten his first taste of pedo sex - and kid cum. He was
embarrassed but the boy reached out and started masturbating him once again
as he asked, "Would you fuck me? Please? Even in the room?"

Mike glanced around, hoping that no one had heard what the kid had asked of
him. But then he nodded. He grabbed his towel, wrapped it around his waist
and still dripping water, took his clothes off the peg and headed straight
back to his room.

The kid was right behind him but hadn't even bothered to wear his
towel. Instead, he nearly dragged it behind him as they passed by at least
a dozen open dorm rooms along the way.

As he went to unlock his dorm room door, Mike could see that two guys in
different rooms back down the hallway from where they had come, now were
standing in their doorways as they watched them.

The two must have spotted the naked little kid as he passed their
respective rooms. Mike glanced down the hallway and thought he noticed that
each guy was sporting some wood in his shorts as they both watched and
seemed to wonder.

But Mike didn't let on to anything. He wouldn't have quite yet been ready
to gangbang a little kid just then at that point in his life
anyway. Although he would have liked to have signaled for the two guys -two
guys he didn't even know all that well - to hurry down and join him in
fucking a fifth-grade cockpig, Mike did nothing. Besides, back then, he
never would have eaten the kid's sperm in front of other men. Actually,
back then, he didn't want anyone to know he was into cock and ass, let
alone little kid dick and ass - let alone under-aged sperm!

Mike was more nervous suddenly than he had been in the shower room. He
figured it was on account of it seeming these other two guys seemed to know
what was what and wanted some, too. In fact, as Mike fumbled some more with
the room key, he again could see the two other guys acting like they were
just waiting for that signal. Although he wasn't sending any out, Mike
glanced down and noticed that the little kid to his right was sure giving
the two guys a great look at his small, smooth bubble butt as it dripped
water on the corridor's carpet. Mike knew that if you tease horny college
dudes with any smooth fuckable little hole, they'll be there.

Mike then got the door open and he quickly stepped inside. As he turned
around, he saw his room mate's little brother bend forward to pick up the
towel he had purposefully dropped. But of course, Mike knew that the little
slut was just flashing those two older college dudes his sweet, gaping
little butt hole.

"Come in and close the door", Mike said like a stern big brother. He didn't
want to get caught screwing around with some little boy - no matter how
slutty this kid was.

Mike knew that his room mate had classes for another hour and half. but
just in case, he slid the dead bolt on the door to locked. And only once he
locked the door - twice - did he take off the towel and tell the little boy
to get up into his bed.

In a flash, the slutty, damp, little scamp was on that bed, on his belly
and had his butt up and butt cheeks spread wide.

Mike was in heaven as he then climbed on top of the smooth, small body all
ready to be fucked hard. Mike only then really realized - and felt - their
major size differential as his suddenly felt like a giant propped over and
ready to screw the small body beneath him. And from the very moment that
Mike's big cockhead penetrated the small pink rosebud of the little cock
slut beneath him, he knew he was yet another cock enjoying the best,
tightest, damn fuck a guy could ever have in his life.

Although he was so much smaller and so much younger, the little boy knew
exactly how to clamp his anus muscles as to milk big adult dick. And Mike
was a full grown man, a college football player and huge plenty big - and
yet this little guy was taking him on like he'd been doing it all his
life. As he screwed the tiny butt, Mike leaned close to the kid's ear,
trying not to crush him beneath his much greater bulk and whispered, "When
did you first get fucked, babe?"

He knew this was not the kid's first fuck and so he whispered again until
he got the boy to confess that his brothers had all been fucking him since
they were in middle school and he was just four-years-old.

Knowing that, Mike lost his load and shot semen into the little butt slut
like he hadn't drained a nut in months. Mike continued to lie on top of the
kid for nearly the whole hour and wound up pumping another two loads into
his tiny butt before climbing off of him.

Then, as he sat on the edge of the bed, Mike let his room mate's little
brother wipe some of his semen off his butt and thighs using one of the
towels. While the boy stood in front of Mike, his erection looked so
delicious that Mike pulled him closer to him and told the boy to shoot his
kid sperm straight into his open mouth.

After a minute of the boy jerking himself off while the man's lips sucked
and licked at his pee slit, once again, Mike could not believe he was
eating the jizz of a kid nearly half his age. But the semen was so fresh
and sweet, that to this day, Mike remembers rather insanely telling the boy
that if he ever went to visit him at his middle school, he would love to
suck him again and all his little class mates.

And since that day, at the age of twenty-one, his senior year of college,
Mike knew he was hooked on the youngest of cumloads.





Mike had been into kid dick for nearly eighteen years before he ran into
these two sports park chickenhawks, Joe and Bill. But they quickly became
tearoom buddies, watching one another's back and sharing boy boners and
loads galore.

That's right. Along with Joe and Bill, Mike Reynolds, corporate accounts
manager, former college quarterback, thirty-nine, married fifteen years,
father of Zack, would work on any kid in that toilet with those other two
men sometimes when the park was quiet.

You never saw a well-built thirteen-year-old in such stunned ecstasy as
when he'd come into a restroom just for a piss and maybe a little more (as
they're all curious at that age)...and instead wind up being completely
sexually ravished by three adult men with their hands and mouths all over
him. The kid would, of course, always succumb and bask in the triple
servicing.

And the men would often chuckle amongst themselves as they'd watch the
young kid pull up his pants (often times, uniform pants) afterwards and
stumble to the exit. They could see that they sent many a'kid out that
toilet door looking like he was in a fog and completely physically drained.

Heck, once, even, the three shared a laugh when they heard the voice of a
mom, from where she must have been waiting and talking to others somewhere
outside the door. When she met her sperm-making Little Leaguer of a son as
he tumbled out the men's room door, the three men inside could hear her
say, "Looks like all these practices are wearing you out, Daniel...",
before they started walked back to their car.

And Mike knew that the three of them had done lots of junior jocks even
younger than that in that brick shithouse. Word buzzed around and many of
the young kids knew what they could expect - or only hope to expect - some
afternoons in that park men's room. Hell, after school most weekdays,
whether or not there were any practices or other people at the sports park,
there would always be a few junior and senior high kids looking for a
blowjob in there.

On some day, it would be as if teen horniness were all a'buzz in the air
and Mike and his three fellow chickenhawks would each be serving different
young teen dicks in their own stalls.

But that was on rare occasion.

For the most part, these kids were straight or certainly nervous and not
really wanting to be seen getting a blowjob from a man their dads' age and
even older than that. They were just regular, freshly scrubbed kid with a
hard on pressing inside their jeans or uniform pants.


Most times, it would be just one kid an hour coming in looking for what
they needed. He'd be there right after school and you could tell he had
heard or knew something of what some "weird" men could do for a kid in that
particular public bathroom.

So, that meant that most any young jock who came with a hard-on in his
shorts wound up becoming a meal for the three men working as a group.

Surprisingly (or perhaps not), none of the kids ever seemed to mind the
fact there wasn't just one, but three, men hawking for them in there. Heck,
why would they? They were being serviced as if they adolescent sultans -
three adult men slurping all over their young physiques.

They didn't necessarily want their buddies to see them getting head in a
restroom, of course. But they didn't really seem to mind how many men were
in there sucking and feeling them up. After all, other than in such
instances when their paths cross, adolescent boys and adult men travel in
very different circles.

So it seemed that none of the boys cared how many men saw them with their
pants open or had a feel and taste of their body - just as long as their
own buddies didn't know.

Despite that, Mike was also no longer surprised by how many more "knowing",
sexually savvy and promiscuous youngsters were out there. Some of these
boys were already damn hardcore stud feeders - even by the age of ten or
eleven some of them. They knew, or came to know, that in that particular
restroom, a kid could get easy head; and that when the three men were in
there, any kid could head like the older college boys and men got in XXXs
and sex clubs.

And it was true. Any eight-year-old or fourteen-year-old baseball lover
could stand there, his shorts pulled down to his sneakers and feel the same
pleasures afforded legal-aged studs in the back of an adult theater. These
horny kids could stand there and be serviced like the best of those equally
horny men in a bathhouse as three men would be at his disposal, pleasuring
every inch of him.

The possibility that the fathers of many of these hung and horny young kids
who were feeding out their new kid juice, were themselves feeders, was
never an idea lost on Mike.

He knew that while a boy was standing in a toilet stall with his pants down
and letting three men take turns sucking on his rock hard boner, that kid's
own dad could very well be any one of those married men that pack the back
bull pen of a porn theater. And just like their son, these men also have
their pants down while three men take turns sucking on their big dick and
gulping down their cum.

It really shouldn't even be anything that surprises most married
feeders. After all, the kid's got your genetic pre-disposition to craving
secret, anonymous, public sex.



And that wasn't something all that lost on a lot of the kids. The hornier
ones would get hooked on not just the daily blowjobs where someone was
gulping down their ejaculate. But many got used to and even addicted to
having six hands all over their bodies, squeezing their small, muscled butt
cheeks, roaming along their tight lean abs and feeling their nuts. Many of
the kids actually got into being a top for three adult men.

Bill would often joke to Mike, "These kids will never be the same after
that!", as they'd send a handsome lad staggering out and forever hooked on
such activities.

But then Joe, a father of three adult sons, would say, "Yeah, true. But
something inside of them brought them here in the first place."

Bill would just laugh his reply of, "Well, whatever it was inside them is
now inside us", as he'd wipe his chin looking for a stray shot of kid cum.

And there would be a few boys - and it wasn't limited to age, since there
were fifteen-year-olds as well as one eleven-year-old - who got rather
domineering when it dawned on them that they were being serviced by three
men. They knew they had these men right where they wanted them. And that
was on their dick.

There were a few boys who swung by the sports park men's room, whether on
foot or on their bicycle, looking to squirt some cum to a man's gulping
throat almost each and every afternoon. And some of them were very
demanding - and very young. But they knew that it was their bodies, their
dicks and their cum that the men in there wanted. Mike figured that was
also due to the powers of the Internet, of course.

There was one super well-hung thirteen-year-old, Zacky's same age, who
instantly, and almost addicted-like, loved to have all three men sucking on
him as they also felt him up everywhere.

He was like a couple of the other regular "Alpha kids", (as Mike began to
call them), who were already clearly a little different and more advanced
from the other boys who came in looking for a blowjob. These "Alpha kids"
always seemed to be hornier, more sexually aggressive and demanding than
their peer group. They always had a raging hard-on and were natural tops
when it came to fucking their cock into mouths.

Mike and the other men had first done this kid two years earlier when he
biked up and had to pee. But he must have known something about tearoom sex
from the Internet or somewhere because he showed his young cock to all
three chickenhawks who watched his every move from the sinks and nearby
urinals.

He just stood there, this big dicked eleven-year-old in a ball cap and let
all three men have a feel. And then he was ravished. The three men pulled
the kid's soccer shorts down and using their hands and tongues, went to
town on his dick and smooth body.

And by the ripe old age of thirteen, after two full years of such
attentions, this young teen studlet would casually stride right in, and
with a cocky stance, just stand there in front of the toilet stalls as he
let the men - any man in the joint - unbutton his baseball shirt and pull
down his pants for him. He'd flex his developing biceps as he'd "make" one
of the men suck his raging boner while the others stroked his nuts, rock
hard kid butt and taut and nicely maturing ripped teenaged six-pack.

The "Alpha kids" all loved the body worship and attention from adult
men. Bill had once told Mike that he figured it was those boys who didn't
have a dad and so they loved the attentions from older men, even if they
weren't quite acting "paternal" while they all reached hands down into the
kid's underwear.

But looking for a dad or not, it was these boys who most often loved to see
a single load of their semen shoot out as the mouths of three hungry adult
men hung open, tongues stretched out and hungry to catch themselves a splat
or two each of the freshest, most delicious nut milk there is.


And that was often how it went. Some kid would come in. The three men could
scope out those who looked horny. And sure enough, given the slightest
signal from the kid, and all three men would be him in a flash as to triple
molest him.

The men had one rule: never force anything or approach a boy who clearly
didn't want to be approached or otherwise bothered and "molested". Doing
that would only mean trouble. Mike and his fellow chickenhawks never made
advances on a kid with a bad attitude or one who ignored them, despite
perhaps knowing what he could get from the man sitting in stall or those
loitering at the sinks. It wasn't worth the risk. And there were always
plenty of other boys looking for a blowjob who would come along.

On afternoons when the park was busier, or during a Little League game
night, they'd take turns standing watch at the door as the other two
serviced the different kids - or their spectator friends or older brothers
who came to the park supposedly to watch the game.

Mike had even come to figure that one or two dads, come Little League game
nights had to know what was up during innings. Mike presumed that at least
a couple of the dads had to notice when their older sons, maybe a fourteen
or a fifteen-year-old, supposedly there to watch a Little League little
brother play, headed into the men's room for a piss but then didn't come
out again for ten or fifteen - or even twenty minutes.

And when the kid would finally emerge, Mike always figured that their dads
had to be able to tell that the kid had been up to something in that
tearoom up on the hill.

Unlike moms, who just think that their son must be "fatigued" when he
stumbles out of a men's room, dads can usually tell when a healthy young
boy - especially their own son - may have just run into a blowjob inside.

And if they can't, well, they're just dads giving it pass and allowing
their kid to have his fun.

Mike had even seen a dad here and there, on different occasions at the
mall, waiting outside the men's room door for their middle school-aged sons
who went inside.

Mike and a few regular chickenhawks at the mall would sit there in the busy
concourse watching. They figured that the dad had to know that some man
inside that tearoom might very well be molesting his son.

One time, at a chickenhawk-friendly mall (where the Head of Mall Security
was very well hung, Irish-American, father of five, retired NYPD cop with
an appetite for the super young shoppers), Mike and three fellow
chickenhawks actually started to laugh when they saw a respectable-looking
dad standing there for over twenty-minutes as he waited on his eight or
nine year old son who went into the men's room alone.

Mike and the other men were standing watch because they knew that another
one of their buddies was inside that men's room talking his turn hawking
for a cum hungry boy.

And sure enough, after the kid exited and walked away with his dad holding
his hand, their buddy came out and joined them at the benches. The guy
didn't even know what was so funny as he told the others how he fingered
that last kid's butt hole while he shot cum down the boy's "talented"
throat.




And so Mike knew it was possible - and yet rather impossible to believe -
that a kid's own dad, as he's standing just outside a men's room door for
twenty-minutes waiting for his pubescent son, wouldn't know what could be
happening inside that men's room.

One evening, in fact, inside the sports park restroom, while Mike, along
with Joe and Bill, were working over, this one surprisingly super horny
ten-year-old, (purportedly at the park to watch his sister's team play),
his dad was waiting for him outside the entire time.

The man wasn't more than twenty-feet from the men's room door as he chatted
about who knows what with some mothers of other players.

That night, the men did what they always did at those busier, more
"dangerous" times in the park. Taking turns, one stood guard while, in an
open stall, the other two molested this willing kid's hairless ten-year-old
boner and fingered his sweet young ass - all while his dad was but a few
feet away outside.

There were two small windows which came together to form one corner window,
high up along the ceiling next to the door. And like it was put there by a
tearoom cruise-friendly park restroom designer, right below the window was
a large concrete and wood box which must have housed and hidden some
plumbing connections.

This windowed corner next to the door was the perfect roost for a
chickenhawk to watch the sports park for any interlopers. One of the men
could stand on the box and see what was happening in two directions as his
buddies sucked down horny young kids for an hour. They'd switch off then so
they could all have their fun, of course.

And when they sent the little guy out again, the three of them hopped up on
the concrete box to watch him join his dad. The father looked him up and
down, took off his baseball cap and put it on his son's head as they
strolled back to the baseball diamond. The man sure didn't seem suspicious
or upset that his son had been "alone" in a public toilet for nearly twenty
minutes.



Yet, the best pickings were on days when although the sports park would be
dead, that brick shithouse sure wouldn't be. At quieter times when no one
was around, that's when the kids and these three chickenhawks knew it was
the ideal time for heavy-duty man-boy public sex.

It would be on a quiet morning in the summer or a "dead" afternoon
following a game night, or like now after a regular practice when the park
cleared out fast afterwards, that a lot of young junior high and high
school kids would nervously but excitedly wander over to the park on their
own and into the tearoom looking for some dick fun.




As Mike sat behind the wheel of his car, a hard-on in his slacks while he
wondered what exactly was happening inside that park tearoom...



...Zack got to the car. He should have hopped into the passenger seat as
usual but, instead, he just leaned into the open window on that side and
asked Mike, "Dad, Wes doesn't have a ride. Can we drop him off?"

"Sure", Mike said with a smile as he tried not to be too obvious in the way
he was looking at his son's wonderfully developing biceps, which were quite
obviously on display in his tank-style tee shirt.

As Zack turned around to wave over his buddy, who was supposedly sitting on
a bench not far from the baseball diamond, Mike asked. "Why doesn't he have
a ride? Do I know him?"

"No you don't know him, I don't think. His mom got stuck at work and so
he'd have to walk home", Zack said as he looked around some more in a
steely manner. "I don't know where he went...he was over there just a
couple of minutes ago."

Mike glanced over to the park restroom building off on the hill a few
meters and saw that his two buddies in chicken were now nowhere to be
seen. And he smiled to himself since he knew they had gone inside.

Just then, two other boys came up to the car and started talking to
Zack. They were also waiting for their rides and just hanging out as Mike
and his son waited for this Wes kid to appear from wherever it was he'd
gone.

Hearing the guys around the car ask Zack about something and seeing his son
pull out a baseball card from his duffel bag, that's when Mike got an idea
- a hunch - a hope - and an urge.

He shut off the engine and as his son and his teammates were all busy
looking through collectible trading cards, killing time, Mike said, "I'll
be right back, Zack. I have to make a pit stop."

Preoccupied with his friends and the Braves cards, Zack replied, "Huh? Oh,
okay, dad. I don't even know where Wes is..." But then he got pulled back
into the adolescent commotion over his baseball cards.

Mike got out of the car, happy that the boys couldn't see the way his
slacks were nearly tent as he headed up the hill to the brick restroom.

He didn't know for sure. But he had that sense something was up - something
good. Its something which he and his nasty buddies all knew and discussed
once. It's a feeling, chickenhawking radar, if you will, that lets men know
that some kid is up for "crossing paths" with adult men in a tearoom.

As he always did as a chickenhawk professional courtesy (and as a head's
up), Mike coughed a couple of times before entering the brick restroom. He
didn't see any eyes looking out through the upper window but then, the park
had become far quieter - and quickly so - once a practice was over. So
there was less need for a look out.

As he stepped into the restroom, he could not see either of his chickenhawk
buddies nor who it was that he was sure to find - Zacky's friend, Wes.

And here he was hoping to encounter the kid. So often, a young teen hunk
would be getting his dick chowed on right at the urinals. Many of these
boys were in there to piss - or at least used that an excuse. And so it was
often right there at the row of urinals were the men would most usually
service a young hunk. And few of these "Alpha kids" were tearoom pros at
the age of twelve or thirteen. So they didn't often sit in a stall
waiting. Heck, none of those types needed to sit around waiting for
anything.

Instead, the ones who would take a stall were the few who came in "all
curious about cocksucking". Yeah, there were a few - not too many - but a
few kids who came into the restroom with some desire or curiosity to try
sucking cock.

Those would be the little guys who would head into a stall. And they were
the ones who almost always, without exception actually, wound up with adult
man meat as their very first taste of cock.

These kids never sucked any of the guys their own age. For some reason,
those boys attracted to public rest rooms, don't think - or maybe
subconsciously don't want - to give a blowjob to a kid their own age. And
most, if nothing else, didn't want to experiment with cocksucking on a guy
they might run into later at school. So that leaves a boy to testing the
cocksucking waters using the cocks of adult men.

It was the "cocksucking kids" always wound up sitting on a toilet with men,
like their own dad, standing between their legs. Mike had even seen a line
up of men for a few of these boys on occasion.

So Mike didn't know what was up as he quietly wandered around the corner to
where the five doorless stalls were located. And sure enough, standing
there was Bill, leaning back some, as if to check on whom it was that had
come in.

Seeing it was Mike, he grinned and stepped back, showing his friend that
his pants were unzipped and his thick, uncut Polish daddy cock was out.

That told Mike that whoever was in that stall was sucking cock. As he
neared, he could see Joe was standing in the same stall. He leaned to one
side and gestured for Mike to unzip his slacks, as well.

Without even knowing, or much caring, who it was sitting on the toilet in
that stall and sucking dicks, Mike quickly yanked down his zipper and
hauled out own big dick which quickly became a full erection. He'd figured
he's bust a nut in someone and get back to the car if nothing else.

And yet Mike also figured it had to be a kid sucking dick since his buddies
were so involved and excited.

Sure enough, as Mike came up to the third stall, he could see a young kid
sitting on the toilet. He was wearing a baseball-style shirt that spelled
out "Rangers" and his shorts and underpants were down around his ankles.

And standing on either side of him, crammed into the stall with him, were
Joe and Bill, their big dicks in the kid's face, Joe's huge Italian cock
stuffed into the boy's mouth. Each of the men were also reaching down and
feeling the boy's stomach and chest from up under his shirt.

Bill rubbed his fat Polish cock along the boy's cheek as he also leaned
down some to grope and masturbate the kid's dick. Mike stood at the opening
of the doorway and just watched for a moment. Hell, next to servicing kid
dick, there was nothing hotter than seeing one of them surrounded by daddy
cock in a public shithouse.

Mike stepped forward as Joe waved him closer and said with a grin, "We got
ourselves a hungry little boy here, give him more meat to eat. He's plenty
good."

The two other men pressed their back against the old tiled partition walls
as to give Mike some space to step closer and put his cock between the
boy's sucking lips.

The boy barely even looked up as he went from Joe's big dick to Mike's. The
moment he could feel the kid's wet lips on his cock, he sensed this wasn't
the boy's first time blowing some big dicks.

As he pushed his cock deeper into the kid's throat, Mike rubbed the top of
the boy's hair in an affectionate, encouraging and even paternal
manner. And as he did, so, his buddies pushed their precum oozing cockheads
along the sides of the Little Leaguer's cheeks.

Bill grabbed a gentle but good hold of Mike's heavy nuts as he screwed the
boy's mouth. The men liked feeling one another fuck kid mouth when the
occasion presented itself.

After a minute of so, Mike pulled the boy's head off his cock and turned
his attention to Bill's super thick erection. With his eyes half closed,
and without missing a beat, the boy wrapped his mouth around the other
man's penis and continued sucking.

The three men took turns like that, passing the boy's small, wet mouth
among them as they each took turns feeling him up and even momentarily
squatting to get a quick suck of his boycock as he sat, legs spread wide on
the toilet.

Mike though had to get back to the car. And so no more than nine minutes
into the fabulous fun, he knew he had to get going. He even whispered to
his friends, "I need to get headed out..." to which Joe said, "Shoot a load
in his mouth before you go."

Mike needed no further prompting as the boy opened his mouth super wide as
though he, too, wanted to have some man semen shot into it.

As the kid sat like that, tongue out wide, the three men, thinking alike,
almost simultaneously, slapped the big heads of their cocks along it, a bit
of precum from each splattering upon it.

Then, Bill and Joe gently took the boy by the back of his head and urged
him forward as to suck Mike's cock into his mouth again. And once inside
this kid's throat again, Mike's knees weakened as his nuts just let the
daddymilk blow into his throat.

He pulled himself back some so his buddies could see the cum he was feeding
this little cockpig. They always liked that and let the others see the
money shot, if you will. Even if the first few volleys were shot right down
into the kid's throat, they always let the other chickenhawks see the
feeding.

And seeing Mike ejaculate was quite a sight. He was a big cummer and loved
to let other like-minded me see him drown the occasional cock curious
kid. He and the other two men watched as this boy's mouth was utterly
loaded up in milky white daddymilk - the semen of some total stranger to
this kid. But he seemed to like the stuff. At least he was sure letting
Mike pump his seed into him.

Joe grabbed a hold of Mike's shaft toward the end and aimed it in such a
way as to cause his final big shot of semen to splat right across the
bridge of the kid's cute nose. It left a diagonal seven inch line of man
goo right across the kid's lightly freckled face.

Once unloaded, Mike knew he was done and really had to high tail it out of
that restroom before his son might come looking for him. He gave the boy on
the toilet one last fondle to the boycock and then zipped up, leaving him
to get two more loads of adult stranger cum.

Mike felt relieved as he exited the restroom and could see that Zack was
still talking to a couple of buddies back at the car.

As he returned to the driver's side door, Mike asked if this kid Wes had
ever appeared. Almost as he asked the question, and as Zack shook his head,
in a most annoyed manner, did it occur to Mike that the kid up in that
restroom, the one he'd just squirted his daddymilk into, the one still in
there getting man cock pushed into his mouth and throat...had to, in fact,
no doubt about it, be this Wes kid.

And sure enough, just as Mike got back into the driver's seat, not wanting
to interrupt Zack with his friends (sometimes a source of "complaint" from
his "now teenaged" son), he could see the kid emerge from the shithouse.

And simultaneously, he heard Zack say to his teammates first, "There he
is...such a jerk", before leaning into the open passenger door and saying,
"Here he comes now, dad. That's Wes. Can we get going now?"

As Mike turned the engine on, he could hear his son shout over to the kid,
the same kid who had just enjoyed an oral gangbang up in that restroom,
"Over here, Wes! We need to sorta get going, okay?"

Wes ran a bit toward the car, knowing he got all tied up by something which
he most likely wasn't even planning on or expecting in that men's room. You
couldn't blame the kid. It happens to a lot of guys into tearoom sex. When
someone is waiting for you is always when the sex is hopping in some public
restroom.

As Mike watched, he could also see Bill and Joe emerge from the same
place. And each was all smiles and looked as contented as big old Cheshire
Cats. Obviously, they each must have popped off a load into the boy's mouth
right after Mike had left.

Mike watched the boy run toward the car and although he knew he had to be
roughly Zack's age, he looked so cute and much younger than thirteen. But
the man knew that the kid was an adolescent since he'd seen and felt the
boy's wispy pubic hair when he took a turn sucking his cock momentarily.

Mike even smiled to himself as he watched the boy's crotch. He knew exactly
what that little guy looked like all boned up.

Of course, Wes couldn't see or possibly know that it was Mike, one of the
men whose cocks he'd just sucked and whose semen he'd just eaten was behind
the wheel of the car, or the father of the kid who offered him a ride home.

So the look on the poor kid's face was priceless as he got closer and could
see that Zack's dad was...

...but at least he wasn't too obvious as he quietly got into the back seat
of Mike's car and shut the door. The kid didn't say a word. It was Zack who
spoke first.

"Dad, this is Wes Connolly. He's new to my school. He's in the sixth
grade."

"Hi there, Wes", Mike said as he glanced at the boy through the rearview
mirror.

"Hi", Wes muttered as he seemed to blush and look out the car window.

"So you're in sixth grade, huh?", Mike asked, noting that the boy must have
been a year younger than his son. He knew the boy was nervous and probably
would have appreciated no big conversation with the man who had just shot
cum down his throat, but Mike knew he had to play dad in front of Zacky,
too.

"Yeah, sixth", Wes mumbled.

"They just moved here from Texas", Zack said. "Isn't that right?"

"Yeah", Wes replied.

There was a long silence before Mike asked, "So you're twelve? If you're in
the sixth grade."

"He's eleven", Zack jumped in to answer. "We just had to fill out a thing
today for practice so I know."

"That's right...", Mike said as he tried to concentrate on his driving
although he was now again hard as a rock knowing he and the others had just
shot their cumloads into an eleven-year-old "I guess in sixth, you can be
twelve or still be eleven."

"I turn twelve in three months", Wes offered as he continued to look out
his window.

After another lengthy silence where Zack flipped through Mike's CDs looking
to load into the player, Mike asked, "So, do your mom and dad like it
here?"

With that, Zack hit his dad's elbow and gave him a look.

Mike looked back not sure what it was he had said or asked.

"Um, Wes just lives with his mom", Zack said with this stern expression in
his eyes.

"Oh, are your folks divorced?", Mike asked as he again looked at the Little
Leaguer-cocksucker in his backseat."

Again, Zack gave his dad this look. It was the old, 'Shut up,
dad!'-look. Normally, at that point, Mike would have known not to pursue
something. But with this kid, the one in his back seat, with a tummy full
of his daddymilk, Mike decided to press on.

"They're not divorced?", I asked out of chickenhawk curiosity. Since this
Wes sucked down big adult cock like a kid who'd been doing it a while, one
figures that he's either been molested by a lot of mommy's boyfriends or is
looking for adult male bonding - or maybe both.

"Your father's alive, isn't he, Wes?", Mike then asked as he glanced again
at the youngster in the back seat.

"Yeah, he's alive", Wes replied as he stared more intently out his
passenger side window back there.

"Dad...", Zack muttered as he scissored his lanky, bare legs back and forth
nervously. Mike looked to my right briefly and damn, his son's crotch was
just naturally showing some nice big teen meat through the sports shorts.

"He's in prison", Zack stated. "Isn't that right, Wes?"

"Is that right?", Mike asked as he looked again into the rearview
mirror. "He's in prison?"

For some reason, Mike's dick throbbed a bit with the idea that this little
dicksucker's dad was a convict. No wonder this little guy was in some
shithouse blowing men. His daddy was away.

"Uh ha", Wes replied. "Yeah."

"Can I ask why?", Mike gently asked the boy.

"Just cuz", Wes replied with a hint of discomfort and defiance,

Mike glanced at his son thinking that maybe he knew but Zack just returned
a shrug and a look.

"Well, if you ever need anyone to talk to", Mike said as he realized the
sixth grader was not going to offer up any information. "You can always
come to Zack here ...or me."

There was no real response one way or the other from Wes. Instead, he said,
"You have to turn on Second Street to get to my house. My house is on
Central Boulevard. It's Forty-seven-hundred Central."

As they drove, Mike realized that Wes must live in one of the lower income
apartments that lined Central Boulevard near Second Street. Which was a
great thing for a chickenhawk to hear and know. This boy lived in a dump,
had a now single mom, a dad in the pen, let strangers touch him anywhere
and had a great cum hungry little throat.

And now the man knew where this toilet-cruising kid lived. What more could
a chickenhawk like Mike ask for?

Without much more conversation, Mike found the address and pulled to the
curb. Sure enough, it was a low-end but decent two-story apartment
building.

"Here you go", Mike said.

And then, glad he asked first, Mike heard his son ask, "What apartment do
you live in?"

Wes replied, "Two-C". Then, he grabbed his mitt before quickly adding,
"Thanks for driving me home", as he opened the car door to get out.

"Is your mom home, do you think?". Zack asked through his window from where
he sat in the passenger seat.

"She should be", Wes said as he stood on the sidewalk, looking more like a
lost seven-year-old than the eleven-year-old he was. "I'm usually home
alone every night until six-thirty except on practice night like today."

Mike's head was clicking, 'Forty-seven-hundred Central Boulevard, apartment
two-c, the boy a cum-eating cocksucker Little Leaguer, home alone, mom
working, dad in the Big House. This could be good to know.'

"You have your key in case...before we drive away", Mike asked over his
son's body to the sidewalk.

Wes pulled out his house key and showed it Zack and his dad.

"Want to stay with us until she's home?", Zack asked. "In case she isn't
home yet?"

"No, that's okay", Wes said. "I'm always alone after school anyway. I'm
used to it."

And with that, Wes, the little kid who sucked off Mike and two other adult
men in a park toilet stall ran off and disappeared through the building's
entry of double glass doors.

As Mike pulled away from the curb, his mind was already clicking with the
idea that he might just swing by that place one afternoon and check on how
the little latch key kid was doing all on his own. Maybe even get Bill and
Joe to tag along - just to make sure the boy was okay all on his own after
school.

The thought caused Mike's dick to press against his trousers and he knew
that if his son weren't lost in his Ipod, he's have probably noticed the
change in his dad's crotch as he drove.

They got home and it was then that Mike hoped that his son wouldn't notice
that anyone had been rummaging around in his room, chewing on his cum rags
or looking at his naked pics on the computer.

But after a good fifteen minutes at home, Mike was fairly content that Zack
hadn't noticed anything. After all, anyone who noticed something obvious
would usually see it within minutes. And when they're thirteen, at that age
when their bodies are changing, making cum, getting hard all the time and
sneaking porn more and more, they come bounding out of their room screaming
if they think someone had been snooping.

Instead, Mike saw his son head into the bathroom in the hallway and lock
the door. In another minute of two, he could hear the shower running.

That's when Mike ran to his spot. It was the hallway's walk-in closet which
was adjacent to the hallway bathroom, which was basically just Zacky's
since there was another in the master bedroom.

Mike had been spying on his son's shower time for a while now. He never saw
Zacky jerk off in the bathroom, as had most guys in previous
generations. But what with a porno box or computer, in their very own room
nowadays, most kids don't need the privacy of a locked bathroom to milk
their kid meat anymore.

But that didn't stop Mike from milking his own meat as he watched Zacky
from his secret spot inside the closet.

The closet was cedar-lined and Mike had discovered that he could remove one
of its boards and peer right into the bathroom through a separation in a
moulding. Ever since Zacky was ten, Mike had had his own a front row seat
to a live naked boy shower show.

He never saw his son do anything sexual in there. But that barely
mattered. Inside that dark closet, Mike would unzip his slacks and watch
his son strip off his Little League uniform after a game when he'd have to
shower before dinner. And he'd also beat off while watching Zacky step out
of the shower, all wet before toweling himself dry. Mike loved the huge
mirrors installed in that bathroom, because they gave him a perfect and
unobstructed view to his kid's hot body from all angles. As he's dry
himself, his young, but big adolescent dick would swing back and forth.

That always got Mike to bust a nut. He knew his kid was ideal meat for the
chicken hawks. Man, if his kid wanted, Mike knew that he'd get all the head
he ever wanted in some public men's rooms in the park or mall.

Heck, Mike knew that his fellow chickenhawks would be all over his kid,
maybe several of them at time, passing his son's hot body around a men's
room so each could take a turn sucking his kid dick and playing with his
perfect hairless boy jock butt. Although he was growing taller, Zacky's
little butt was like it belonged to some eight-year-old, the way it was so
creamy and could seemingly fit into the palm of an adult man's hand.

Mike pressed his eye to the wall as Zack came out of the shower. He smiled
to himself as he enjoyed his son's handsome young body - a body he'd help
to make. He jerked harder as he looked at his son's nicely developing abs
and damn hot biceps. Being the Pitcher on his team sure seemed to be
developing those biceps into real chickenhawk head turners. And Zacky's
dick had grown bigger over the three years that Mike had been spying on
him. There were wisps of blonde public hair at the base now. And since
rummaging through the saved pics on his 'puter, he knew his son had a teen
whopper when boned up.

When Zack was done drying himself, he pulled on his white Boy's Hanes
briefs which simply accentuated his perfect little bubble butt and slab of
thirteen-year-old cock all the more. Seeing his kid's dick was so big, even
flaccid, that it laid along pointing to his right hip, Mike shot his load
into some toilet paper which he'd stuffed into his pocket after he and the
other men had all bust a nut into Wes' hungry little mouth in the sports
park restroom.

And it all happened just in time, too. Just as Mike tucked his meat back
into his slacks and zipped up, he heard his wife coming into the kitchen
through the garage.

As usual, he quietly, but swiftly, slipped out of the cedar closet just a
moment before his young son opened the bathroom door. They met in the
hallway where Mike saw, as usual, that Zack had put on fresh shorts and a
tee shirt.

"Your mom's home", Mike said, as he did to divert attention away from the
fact that he was often just outside the bathroom door whenever Zacky came
out of it.




The following day, Mike had meetings scheduled at the office in the
morning. But then, he decided he needed an afternoon to himself - and if he
was lucky, that meant an entire afternoon sitting in a public restroom
eating kid dicks.

After work, Mike took off his suit jacket and his tie and placed them in
the trunk of his car before heading over to a wooded area known for its
chickenhawk table.

The chickenhawk table was one particular picnic table along one path where
many men would gather - or flock together - to enjoy some conversation and
any horny kid who wandered down that path looking for a blowjob.

The men watched one another's back just as they did in the men's
rooms. While two or three would ravish some lucky youngster at the table,
another of the chickenhawks would scout for interlopers.

Some days, there'd be one other man at the table deep in the woods looking
for the same thing. If it was slow or quiet, they'd play with each other,
talk pedo sex and some would even share regular pics of their own sons with
the other men. Mike always had some vacation pics of Zacky in his wallet -
ready to show any man at the chickenhawk table.

He loved seeing the rod in another man's slack as he'd look at the pics of
Zacky in in his only his swimsuit at some hotel swimming pool.

Other days, there would be five and even ten chickenhawks who'd find their
way back to that one particular table. They'd even chuckle as they'd
approach seeing so many other like-minded men all looking for the same
thing.

And when a youngster came along, usually alone, usually on foot or walking
his bicycle, the men again would all chuckle as they all understood the
energy and thrill the others felt.

It wouldn't be by accident that some kid had wandered down that path. Word
gets around the junior and senior high schools - heck, even around the
elementary schools - that these woods were where a kid could get great,
easy head at almost any time of the day but especially right after school.

On occasion, two or three friends, sometimes even an older brother would
bring his little brothers with, for courage. Mike had seen little brothers
wait near a tree while their twelve, thirteen or fourteen-year-old big
brother would get sucked on by two men.

And Mike had even seen it where these little brothers would wander up
closer for a better look and wind up with man hands down the back of their
shorts and up the legs of their short pants.

But usually, a kid looking for a free blowjob, went to those woods on his
own. And you'd see him at the chickenhawk table being fondled by one, two,
three, five, even ten men who'd all get his pants down to his ankles in a
flash.

Draining the kid of his new sperm a couple of times, the men would watch
and even chuckle between themselves as they'd help him pull up his pants,
and see he would be all exhausted as he'd stumble a bit in a sexual stupor.
back down the path as to leave the woods.

And that's why Mike had a rod in his business slacks even as he parked and
walked down the deep path toward the chickenhawk table. He knew that when a
kid came in, he would encounter a full service station if he came anywhere
near that table.

But what really made the chickenhawk table happen and continue to exist was
that the two cops on whose patrol were these woods, were two heavy-duty
pedos themselves. Mike had seen their patrol car parked on numerous
occasions in the parking lot and sure, enough, the two officers would be
back at the chickenhawk table sharing with all the other men any under aged
delicacy that went down that trail. Heck, the men didn't even need a look
out guy on the occasions when those two cops were there to get some kid
cock or ass.

Now, since that squad car wasn't there, as Mike approached, he passed one
of the chickenhawks who was keeping an eye out for trouble. He recognized
him and just got a quick nod and a smile from the white haired man.

Mike stopped and whispered, "Anything going on back there?"

"Fuck yeah", the older man whispered back. Mike could see that the man had
a major erection in his stretchy polyester trousers "Triple-A day
today. 'Can't be more than ten...and taking loads...amazing! The blondish
guy in the Gators sweatshirt back there is the kid's dad. He brought him
here for fun."

"No shit?", Mike asked with a huge smile. "His dad brought him here?
Fuckin' A! And the kid takes cocks?", Mike asked all thrilled.

The white haired man looked at his watch and said, "And cumloads. And
anyway you want to fuck it into him. I got here an hour and a half ago and
fed the kid a load. And he's been taking any cock that heads back there
since."

That news made Mike's dick throb hard as he knew he was within yards of a
boy gangbang. "Ass or mouth?", he asked the other man.

The older man nodded as he groped himself. "Your choice. So everyone's been
barebacking him, of course. I'm going to give him another load up that
little ass before I go."

Mike passed the man and moved along the trail where, even from twenty feet
away, he could see the backs of six or seven men blocking the table. He
could see another several heads facing him from where they circled the
other three sides of the table. Mike obviously could tell that someone was
at the center of their attention.


As he neared, a man in a white shirt and a tie, who had obviously shot a
load into the boy and was zipping up, passed him quickly. Nervously but
with a huge grin, he said, "Hey, fucking slut boy back there. Enjoy."

When Mike got closer to the huddle, he unzipped his own slacks and pulled
out his large erection. When he neared, a couple of other men made some
room for him to join the circle and that's when Mike could see this little
kid, far younger than ten, was on the table top.

The boy was still wearing a Harry Potter tee shirt and high tops but his
pants were off and nowhere to be seen. His smooth thighs, small hairless
erection, face and hair were saturated in semen.

He was surrounded by men with their trousers unzipped and had a cock up his
small butt and two more pushing against his mouth as hands were all over
his small body - almost to where you could barely see much of him.

Although it was always a thrill to the chickenhawks to encounter a real dad
who brought his little one to the woods, it wasn't all that unusual at this
table. Although not a regular occurrence, over the years, Mike had seen a
number of dads bring their own small son to the chickenhawks for fun. And
those boys always were like old pros to being the center of strange men's
sexual attention.

One man, a number of years earlier has told the chickenhawks at the table,
as his nine-year-old son sucked all of them, that it was his son's idea to
cruise the woods. He said that his son, when the kid was no more than
two-years-old, and all on his own, began sucking his cock while he was
lying on the couch watching t.v. in his robe. He then returned home early
from a night out with his wife and while she ran to the bathroom, he caught
his then three-year-old sucking his nineteen year old male baby-sitter's
cock in his bedroom.

Of course, he said that he just smiled at the babysitter since he hired a
male one hoping that just such a thing would occur.

So Mike didn't think twice when he got his shot at putting his cock to the
semen-coated mouth of the kid now lying on that picnic table. He looked
around and counted another fourteen cocks jutting out of their slacks. And
he knew that the kid had been there for over ninety-minutes servicing who
knows how many other cocks before. As he pushed the head of his cock
through thick white gang semen all over the boy's face and mouth, the man
to his left leaned in and whispered, "And that's the slut's father", as he
gestured to an athletic looking dark blonde man wearing a dark green
"Gators" sweat shirt. The man's cock was hanging huge from his open jeans
fly as he helped another man fuck his son while he held the boy's left leg
high and to one side.

As Mike shoved his cock deep into the child's semen slick throat, he could
see that the kid's dad was offering men some lube as they took turns
screwing his tiny butt. But it didn't seem this round of men needed any
lube since the child's butt hole was simply loaded in slick semen of who
knows how many men who had already cum - and gone.

Mike felt the boy's mouth sucking like a hungry little pro as he watched
the dad actually slather a little bit of lube mixed with semen along the
erections of these strangers as they got ready to sodomize his little guy.

Noticing him looking, the man beside him again leaned in and whispered,
"He's been doing that all afternoon...must have given handjobs to a three
dozen men before they fucked his son today."

Mike had seen many triple headers and small gang bangs of boys before. But
this one was the wildest and biggest he'd ever encountered. And it wasn't
even planned or anything any of the men, even the hardcore chickenhawks
could have anticipated. Several men were using their digital or cell phone
cams to snap a few pics while putting their cock between the little one's
lips or while standing between his spread legs.

"Put your hand on his belly so I can get a shot of his own dad's hand while
I fuck him", one man chuckled as he watched the boy's father agree to it.

Seeing that the men were okay with the cameras as long as no one's face was
in the frame, another man who had his very big dick along the boy's neck
and jaw asked, "Everyone put your cock on the kid's body."

As several of the men thrust their erections onto the boy as he lay on his
back, it seemed he was under a blanket of adult cocks while the other man
snapped a few pics.

But that was often the way of it - and the best of them. It was safest for
all involved when it happened spontaneously or organically. Too much
planning can also stir up trouble.

It was always those days when some horny well hung kid simply showed up and
let five men service him from head to toe or when a dad would simply decide
to bring his son for a day of slutting that the best encounters were
allowed to happen.

Sometimes, the chickenhawks would get on their cell phones and call other
buddies to run on over. But that was always safer than pre-planning too
much ahead of time.

Heck, Mike had seen a small gathering become big due to the chickenhawks
simply calling friends and letting them know such and such was happening at
the chickenhawk table or in some park toilet.

Mike realized that although everyone who stepped up to the table was most
welcome to feel up or fuck this little tyke and shoot cum into him, the
idea was to see how many men could enjoy him in an afternoon.

In other words, no hogging the chicken. Mike could see that the kid was
loving all the attention. While another man held the child's head toward
Mike's big cock, the boy pulled his lips off the cockhead and smiled up at
him.

Mike winked at the little boy in a super friendly way and said, "How you
doing?"

The little guy smiled big even though a man at his other end was standing
between his legs, with his dad helping, and had his thick cock all the way
up inside his body.

Mike knew this boy, who he guessed to be around six years old, was an old
pro at taking cocks. But before he could say anything, another of the men
who was fondling the boy's small erection and nuts, seemed to read
everyone's minds as, in a rather loud voice, he asked the boy's father,
"How long have you been having him play like this?"

"In woods like these?", the man said. "Maybe about 'round three years
now. But that was before we moved here. I just found this place. 'Found him
sucking some guy's dick at a urinal in an airport restroom when he was
two."

"No shit?", a man in full suit and tie said as he began to ejaculate on the
boy's torso. But quickly, the kid's father said, "Feed it...feed it to
him..."

And the men closer to the boy's face, moved aside so the man in the suit
could step closer and shot his load right into the boy's open mouth. The
kid actually lifted his head and opened his mouth as if to catch all the
semen blowing in his direction. His small tongue caught the glops of white
milk out of the strange man's erection and his lips closed as he swallowed
some before opening his mouth again for more.

Seeing that put Mike over the edge and before the other man was even done,
he, too, was shooting huge volleys of stranger cum at the boy's mouth. His
semen hit the child's face and coated it some as had, apparently a few men
before him.

But the boy keeping his mouth wide open and now full of cum, turned his
head toward Mike and looked right up at him.

"This little guy is a real cum dumpster, ain't he?", laughed some big man
who had just stepped up and was still unzipping his own slacks. Mike
recognized the retired Irish cop who was now Head of Security at one of the
local malls. He was wearing a NYPD windbreaker as he pointed his own very
thick, uncut cock at the child's open mouth and let Mike's last powerful
blasts of cum it his shaft. Once his big Irish dick was coated in thick
semen, he let the other men watch as he fed his meat to the kid.

That got another guy to lose his nut as he watched the child slurp down
someone else's thick, white cum as he sucked down Irish cop's uncut
meat. The guy, wearing a heavy metal tee and with tats up to his elbows
gathered close to the boy's head and squirted his own sperm into Irish
cop's cock as he continued to use his penis as a spoon of sorts to feed
semen to the child.

But knowing the idea was to see how many dicks could gangbang this kid,
Irish cop didn't monopolize the kid's mouth hole. Unloading his dick as
casually and thoughtlessly as if he had stepped up to a urinal, he then let
his own nut seed flow and it drained straight down into the tyke's
throat. He made the boy lick his shaft and his hairy pubes of all semen
before packing his heavy meat back into his slacks.

Seeing that three other men had wandered up and were masturbating as they
hovered at a distance since they couldn't get near the table, Mike stepped
away from the little cum target and did the Irish cop as to allow two
others to take their place gangbanging the happy little pre-schooler of a
cumpig.

As the two men walked away they spoke since Mike had seen this man before
at the chickenhawk table and, of course, at the mall. He was a good sixteen
or seventeen years older than Mike and they had once shot cum on the pics
of one another's sons.

"How's that boy of yours doing?", the Irish cop asked as he pressed through
the fifty or so shots he had taken using his digital camera of the scene
behind them. He quickly held the camera toward Mike as to show him a beauty
of a shot - the kid's face with six adult cocks pressed against his cheeks
and chin.

"You get a taste of that kid's little dick?", the man asked Mike.

"Yeah, just a quick suck though", Mike replied.

"Actually, I was there when his dad and he got there", the Irish cop guy
said. "Besides getting all that dick, twenty-nine men took a suck of that
little fellow his dad said. Imagine being five years old and getting
twenty-nine blowjobs from men. I shot in that tiny butt but then
left. Hell, I didn't realize they'd be here six hours later. That dad is
one hot perv. But those Floridian dads all are. They all make their kids
cum whore down there."

"Wow, he was five.", Mike said almost to himself. "And you're saying that
twenty-nine did him - and that was just today? Another guy said they were
here for just an hour or two", Mike said as they walked along.

"No, twenty-nine took a suck of his little dickie. I don't know how many
more fucked and shot cum into him. They were here at seven this morning,
too, then", Irish cop said. "I was here at eight and they'd been here since
seven. So they either been there the whole time or left and came back. I
doubt they had to go to lunch, though", he then added with a chuckle.

"You sort of wonder how many men have sucked that beautiful little penis of
his", Mike asked, "I mean, if that man in a day and his dad is like letting
anyone...

"Well, if his father is any indication, thousands", the man replied with a
chuckle, "He probably even let the doctor who delivered the kid suck that
little dick."

As they got to the parking lot, Mike glanced around. He laughed to himself
as he saw twenty or so empty vehicles, including two service trucks. And he
knew that they all belonged to men who at that very moment were fucking
sperm into some little tyke back in those woods. But he laughed since he
knew that no one who would drive through would ever suspect such a thing.

"Looks like you could go for some more", the Irish cop said as his eyes
glanced down to Mike's tented trousers.

And sure enough, Mike was up for some more. He had the entire afternoon
left and his jaws were aching to suck some well hung very young teenager.

"I'm headed over to that park next to the water park on Clark Street", the
man said. "You want to meet me there? There are a few of us who get
together there."

"Sure", Mike answered. Then, having never been there, he asked, "Is it
good?"

"You never been?", the man asked in an almost incredulous voice. "Its right
next to the water park...no fencing or anything between the two places."

"Nice", Mike replied.

"Real nice", the big, well built man laughed as he groped himself
slightly. "Some of those kids sneak into the bushes and, man, some can
suck."

"No fuck?", Mike said. "Is it safe?"

"The guy who owns the water park is one of us", the man explained. "So he
doesn't have fencing between the back side of the Boy's changing room and
where his property meets the bushes of the park next to it. No one can even
see if a boy heads back into the woods there. Most of those kids just want
a blowjob but some, damn, they can suck man meat!"

Irish cop told Mike exactly where to go and where to park. They agreed to
meet up there and watch one another's back while enjoying some horny
under-aged little studs.

Not more than twenty-minutes later, the two men were both on their knees
under a huge tree. And they were both sucking and slobbering on the super
hard cocks of two thirteen or fourteen-year-old boys. The two little hunks
could have been brothers or best friends but the men didn't ask since you
can scare off guys that age with too many questions.

Mike wolfed down his kid's pretty thick boner down to the kid's very light
blonde pubes. He was a tall one and so Mike enjoyed feeling the length of
the boy's smooth inner thighs as he orally serviced him. Licking the boy's
low hanging smooth nuts and nuzzling them as he slurped some, made Mike
have to unzip his own trousers simply to give his erection some room.

He glanced over and could see his buddy in kidsucking was ahead of him as
he beat off his thick, uncut middle-aged Irish cock while going to town on
the cock of the boy standing in front of him. The boy was even holding on
to the man's head to keep steady with the enthusiastic blowjob he was
receiving.

And since they'd snuck over from the adjacent water park, each was still
wet and smelling of chlorine on his skin and his swim suit. After just a
few minutes sucking, Mike could then also smell fresh teen semen along with
that chlorine as the boy bust a youthful nut into his sucking mouth.

Before Mike could even finish swallowing the rather amazingly large load of
sperm in his mouth, tasting it and savoring its thick, smooth sweetness,
his kid had pulled up his wet swim shorts and waved for his buddy to return
up the path to the water park with him.

Mike stood up and walked over to the other boy who still had the Irish cop
sucking his hard boner. The boy looked a bit overwhelmed to be between two
adult men but he was far too along in his blowjob to run away. He let Mike
slide his hand around him as to feel his wet erection as it went in and out
of Irish cop's pervert mouth. Mike could feel but a few pubic hairs on this
kid's scrotum as he also ran his other hand along the boy's firm, round
butt. He could tell this young teen was a real swimmer.

And perhaps because of having two men on him, the boy grunted and fell back
slightly into Mike's arms as he ejaculated into the other man's
throat. Mike looked over the kid's shoulder and could see that Irish cop
had that kid's boner swallowed all the way to his pubes and wasn't going to
let up until every teen sperm cell had been pumped out and swallowed.

Then, feeling the boy's body relax some, Mike knew he'd unloaded all that
his hot little physique could into his cocksucker's throat - the sperm of a
thirteen or fourteen year old was not in the throat and belly of a man more
than forty years his senior.

And you could see the pleasure that brought to the Irish cop when he pulled
his lips off the boy's wet, perfectly-shaped boner and gave the head of it
a big smooching good-bye kiss.

The kid then bent down but as he tried to pull up his boardie shorts, the
two men took their final opportunities and ran their four hands between his
legs, his butt cheeks and squeezed the boy's biceps.

"Come on!", his brother or best friend shouted in a whispered tone. "Let's
go!"

The boy in front of them finally got his boardies pulled up as the two men
groped his bulge while he tied them. But then he ran off like a rabbit
finally springing away.

The two men chuckled to themselves, thrilled with what had just
occurred. The Irish cop even saw a thick white dollop of semen sitting on
the back of his hand. It was some sperm from his kid. He put his hand out
to Mike and said, "Here, get a taste of this one."

And Mike, using an index finger, scooped up the thick teen pudding and ate
it.

But before the two could savor the moment, within only moments after the
other two had disappeared, they could see another kid wandering down from
the water park. He looked no more than ten or eleven and was alone.

Although he had seen a few kids in the sports park toilet looking for head
even before they could shoot any cum, it always amazed him. But as another
chickenhawk had explained to him once, "These boys are exposed to all sorts
of sexual stuff from the time they're this little. They got computers and
see all the hardcore shit of the Internet - some of them even before they
get to grade school. They're all sexually hot by eight and nine these
days."

And it was true. Mike had seen a few rather aggressive tops who could not
have been much more than ten in the park toilet. One would come in almost
every day for an entire summer a few years earlier. The little guy had a
pretty good sized and super hard boner to play with but he couldn't even
ejaculate. But that sure never stopped him nor any of the men who enjoyed
that rock hard cock. He put it in different men's mouths, fucked adult ass
in a stall - anything the chickenhawks wanted to do with his cock was fine
by that kid.

Standing still and watching carefully from their spot next to a big tree,
Mike and Irish cop both watched this new kid, wearing only flip flops and a
patterned, multi-colored Speedo, making his way down the path from the
water park. They could see he had a slight boner as he glanced around
seemingly looking for something - or someone.

Mike couldn't believe how easy it had been. It was as if the guys that age
all knew they could get a quick BJ by leaving the water slide area, going
around to the boy's changing room where there was a path directly into the
park woods.

"Crouch", Irish cop whispered to Mike as he assumed a crouching position.

"It makes it easier for these kids", the man continued as Mike crouched
right beside him. "They're nervous some of them and not sure what to
do. This makes it easier and clearer that we're here for them."

When the boy was no more than twenty-feet away, he stopped but clearly had
a boner inside his wet swimsuit. Irish cop, as he obscenely opened his
mouth wide and then licked his lips, waved the kid to come over.

Mike chuckled to himself since there was no mistaking that signal, he
thought.

And it worked. Because the boy, although nervous, looked relieved to know
that apparently he had found the right spot and what he was looking for.

The two men remained in a crouched position as the boy slowly made his way
over to them. Irish cop kept flagging him to come closer, closer...

And before they knew it - heck, before the kid knew it - he was standing
right in front of the two men. Without a word exchanged, the two men began
to fondle this kid everywhere. And the boy closed his eyes as he let the
two strangers do it.

Mike and Irish cop both played with the boy's tented erection through his
wet Speedo and then took turns sucking on it, tasting warm wet chlorinated
water in the material.

The two men then tugged the little guy's swim suit down to his knees and
grinned at one another as they watched this beauty of a kid boner bounce up
and down but not a trace of hair anywhere on his pubes. The kid had pretty
nice nuts on him for being so young and each of the men gently played with
the kid's scrotum as he couldn't help but release a muffled groan.

Then, directing things, Irish cop made the kid turn around by guiding him
gently but forcefully at the hips. The kid didn't seem to know what was up
but he turned anyway. And there in front of the two men was this small and
perfect boy butt. It was smooth, round and white as milk. The two ran their
large hands between the boy's silky thighs as, between the two of them,
together, they both slowly parted the kid's small butt cheeks.

As Mike stroked the boy's scrotum hanging between those parted butt cheeks,
Irish cop leaned in and kissed that pink rosebud with an obscene, smooching
kiss. Mike could then see the other man shove his tongue right into the
super tight, puckered hole of this strange kid. Heck, he didn't know the
men but they also didn't know this boy. And here was Irish cop making out
with the sweet little butt hole of some other parents' ten-year-old son.

Irish cop the pulled his face away and pivoted the kid slightly as he
offered the butt hole to Mike who dove right in, as well. Mike lapped at
that pink hole and darted his tongue into the horny child's butt as Irish
cop reached his arm around him and slowly masturbated the boy's boner.

The kid couldn't see but Irish cop mouthed to Mike, "Stick it in", as he
gestured using his own middle, or fuck finger. Wet now from the saliva of
his two boy butt munchers, it wasn't all that hard when Mike slowly, gently
slid his middle finger into the kid's tight ass. He could tell it was
cherry simply because it was tighter than a drum. But he managed to slowly
wriggle his finger into the horny kid down to where his wedding was on the
next finger over.

Mike then slowly pulled his finger out and immediately Irish cop pushed a
finger of his own into the kid. Mike knew that this boy may have come down
the path wanting a blowjob but he was also now rimmed and double
finger-fucked by two men. It would be too much to get this kid to agree to
being fucked by two cocks but he knew that at least the boy now knew how
good some anal play can feel. Perhaps the next time or in a mall bathroom
or around his buddies or his own father, he'll want someone to play with
his butt hole again one day.

The two men pivoted the youngster around as to again face them. As Irish
cop wolfed down the kid's erect cock, Mike could see a skinny kid of about
thirteen was standing at a distance, his swim trunks down some as he jerked
off to what he was watching. Not wanting to lose a kid who could ejaculate
some semen, immediately Mike waved for the older boy to join them.

And it didn't take much coaxing as the tall skinny kid, dark thick bush of
pubic hair came walking over, his big boner bobbing around as he made his
way along the densely foliated path.

The tall skinny teenager came around to Mike's side and let the man
immediately suck his big boner between his lips as he watched the other man
sucking the younger kid.

Mike slobbered along the length of this teenager's huge cock. He knew this
kid was already hung bigger than half of all adult men. Mike fondled the
boy's low, heavy hanging nut sac as he sucked and deep throated the kid.

Then, all on his own, the older teen began playing with the ten year old's
little backside. Mike could see as he sucked him that the older teenager
seemed to be trying to score himself some boy ass if possible as he reached
between the youngster's butt cheeks and fingered him as he had seen the
older men do earlier.

And much to Mike's surprise, the little guy didn't fuss all that much as he
continued to have his cock in Irish cop's mouth. He let the older teen
finger his rosebud and even seemed to like it.

That gave Mike the idea to try to get the younger one fucked. He'd like to
help the older teen screw some boy ass if he could. Heck, and he sure
wouldn't mind if he had to eat the older boy's fresh semen out of a
ten-year-old's perfect butt hole.

So he stopped sucking the tall boy, sure his cock was slick in saliva and
guided him, by pulling him gently by the cock to stand behind the smaller
boy. And the older teen seemed to know exactly what to do. Perhaps he had
younger brothers or something because he bent his long legs some and aimed
that big teen boner right at the kid's butt hole before he pushed into the
other boy - and pushed into the other boy deeply.

Even Mike let out a gasp as he realized that this reedy big-dicked
thirteen-year-old wasted no time fucking his rod into a littler kid's
butt. The kid that Irish cop was sucking, moaned as he fell slightly
forward as to let the older boy screw him. As he looked at the ten year
old, Mike could tell this wasn't the child's first fuck. He didn't make any
fuss, didn't seem worried, and didn't struggle.

And Mike laughed, figuring that while the older boy probably had little
brothers at home that he fucked, this younger kid must have had himself an
older brother at home as well.

Mike and Irish cop got into it and helped the older boy's fucking by each
grabbing an ass cheek of the littler one and spreading his small buttocks
wide. Mike ran a hand beneath and felt the tall teenager's big nuts flop
around as they banged into the kid when he fucked his cock deep into him.

Irish cop rolled his eyes with delight in Mike's direction. Both men could
see this ten-year-old had at least seven and a half inches of
thirteen-year-old dick all the way in him at times.

As Mike gently played with the teenager's nuts, he could sense that the guy
was about to ejaculate. He held the boy's shaft as to make sure he stayed
inside the youngster when he came. And sure enough, he could actually feel
the skinny teenager's big dick spasm as it squirted sperm into the younger
boy.

And he squirted a lot of cum into the kid. Mike lightly held the boy's
shaft as it continued to pump seed into the small butt he was
fucking. Semen flowed out of the youngster's butt and dripped onto Mike's
fingers. He pulled his hand away and his index finger down to his wrist was
covered in thick white semen - the semen from thirteen-year-old nuts.

Irish cop saw it and winked as Mike lapped up some of the freshly brewed
kid sperm off his hand. He looked up and could see the skinny teenager
looking at this man eating his stuff. He seemed expressionless but clearly
knew he was Alpha dominant as his semen was eaten by a man his own dad's
age.

That's when Mike wanted the teenager to know he was an uber Alpha
breeder-feeder. He wanted the teen to know he could mount younger boys and
also get his semen eaten by adult men.

So Mike extended his hand to Irish cop who knew exactly what to do as he
lewdly licked his perverted tongue through the rest of the thick white goop
of teenaged sperm cells.

As the older teen pulled back, swiftly pulled up his boardies and ran back
up the trail to the water park, Irish cop pivoted the younger boy around
and planted his face right into the child's semen-loaded butt. Mike watched
as he saw the other man butt munching that little cumhole for all the teen
semen he could slurp out of it. As he listened to the obscene noises the
man's slurping made, Mike was reminded of how young this kid was. Heck, his
small, smooth ass wasn't even as big as the face of the man eating it out.

Mike reached around the boy and masturbated him while Irish cop licked the
boy's sphincter and lapped along his hairless nuts and between his thighs
for the semen which ran down along them.

As Mike gently jerked the boy's small boner, he could feel the kid's body
shudder. Irish cop, feeling the same thing, kissed the boy's rosebud before
pulling his face away from the boy's small butt. He looked at Mike and they
grinned as they both knew that they had brought the child to an intense
orgasm.

After dry cumming, the boy slowly walked away from the men a few feet. He
didn't even turn around to face them or say anything. Mike and Irish cop
remained on their knees as they watched the boy take a few deep breaths
before pulling up his small swimsuit.

Again, the boy didn't even turn around as he instead just raced back up the
path toward the water park.

The two men rose and played with one another's cocks as they talked about
how, when these boys realized there was a trail into the wooded park next
door, that the word got around their little circle.

In fact, Irish cop had said he'd been sucking boys off there for almost two
years and never saw one older than fifteen come down the trail. Obviously,
these kids must have just been secretly cue-ing their friends into what was
happening either through whispers while in the boy's changing room - which
was on the opposite side of the men's changing room - or even perhaps while
at school.

In fact, he had said he heard a couple of the boys over the months say that
they learned about the trail from other boys during recess at their
school. And another said he heard about it at a sleepover after a school
friend's twelfth birthday party. He said that five of them stayed the night
and learned about the path behind the boy's changing room at the water
park.

Mike and the other man laughed as they each respectively licked his own
lips.

"Damn that older one shot a mess of sperm, didn't he?", Irish cop said as
he continued to eat the semen which clung to the corner of his mouth. "And
big nuts on him."

"Yeah, he really flooded that little one's butt good", Mike replied as his
erection throbbed hard where it hung out of his trousers.

Just then Irish cop knocked his shoulder slightly as he indicted something
behind Mike's back.

"Look", the man whispered with a smile on his face and his own very thick
uncut erection hanging out of his slacks.

Mike turned around and he could see that about sixty feet away, someone, it
looked to be a boy in his early or mid-teens judging from his naked back
and backside since his swim trunks were down around his calves, was
standing faced away from them.

This nicely built boy had his back to the two men as he, obviously, was
getting a blowjob from someone who was sitting against a tree. The
cocksucker was blocked by the teen's body but Mike knew it couldn't have
been an adult.

With their erect adult dicks jutting out of their trouser zipper, Mike and
Irish cop quietly made their way closer to the duo. They didn't want to
frighten them away if they hadn't been aware they were not alone back
there.

But when they got within fifteen feet of the scene, the teen that was
getting sucked, turned his nearly naked body as to give his on-lookers a
better look of his big teen cock as it fucked the mouth of another boy who
could not have been any more than three-years-old.

Irish cop, in delighted enthusiasm, again knocked Mike's shoulder before
giving him the thumbs up sign.

Mike was also thrilled to see such a little guy sucking cock. Although he
had seen a lot of wild things in the woods and toilets, witnessing a real,
real little guy giving blowjobs never lost its thrill.

And Mike was also surprised that rather than scaring off the two boys, the
older one actually moved his body again as to, seemingly, invite the two
men to approach them.

And they did. Mike and Irish cop moved right in and had their hands all
over the beautiful teen physique of the older boy. Mike had serviced a lot
of kids and guessed this beauty to be no older than fourteen or perhaps
fifteen at the very most.

The four hands of Irish cop and Mike bumped into one another as they felt
this teen stud up everywhere while he got a BJ from the very small child
standing before him.

As Mike fondled the teenager's large nuts, lightly dusted with some pubic
hairs, the boy stepped away from the toddler, pulling his nice sized boner
out of the child's mouth.

The teen seemed to want Mike and Irish cop to put their cocks in the
child's face and mouth. He stepped to the side slightly and made a motion
with his hand indicating that he wanted to watch the little kid suck more
dicks.

So as the two men continued to mutually milk the teen's big boner while he
stood between them watching, they both pushed their adult erections into
the cocksucking child's face. Instead of being at all scared or put off,
this toddler just reached out and began fondling the two big erections in
front of him.

Then, on his own, the little cocksucker pulled both cocks closer to him and
started licking all over both cockheads as if they were treats.

Mike and Irish cop stood over the boy and looked down as they watched him
suckle on one and then the other large mushroom head, precum stringing
itself from each dick to the child's red and slightly puffy lips.

As he slobbered on just the two big cockheads, the boy lightly stroked each
man's scrotum as if he understood that's where men made semen and how to
get men even harder.

"Who is this?", Irish cop leaned back and happily whispered in the
direction of the older teen boy.

Mike was wondering the same thing.

"It's my brother", the teenager stated flatly and with the nasty little
smirk of a smile that only a big brother could give. "I like seeing him
with dick in his mouth, don't you?"

"Yeah, yeah...it's great", Irish cop agreed. Mike could tell that the
teen's words had rather caught even Irish cop off guard some. "You bring
him here a lot?", Irish cop then added.

"A few times", the teenager said. "I've brought him here about six or seven
times, I guess."

Just judging on how the tot sucked on big man corona and lapped at the
oozing piss slits, Mike could tell it sure wasn't his first time with adult
cocks in his face. But still he asked, because he was rather stunned, "SIX
OR SEVEN TIMES?'

The teen, enjoying the double handjob his big dick was simultaneously
receiving from the two strange men, closed his eyes as if to think. "Yeah,
about six, seven...could have even been eight times already."

"How old is this little dickpig?", Irish cop asked as he gently stroked the
hungry tyke's soft curls of hair before bucking his hips into him as to get
more of his cock into the child's small, sucking mouth.

"Tell 'em how you are, Eric", the teen ordered in a typical, authoritative
big brother voice.

The small boy pulled his wet, puffy red lips away from Irish cop's juicy
uncut knob and looked up at everyone as he innocently stated, "Thwee".

"Say it right, Eric", his older brother stated.

A flush of embarrassment washed across the tyke's face as he then seemed to
try real hard to say 'Three'. But when he spoke, it again come out as
"Thwee."

The teenager rolled his eyes as if annoyed but the two men thought it was
adorable as their huge dicks slimed precum along the boy's sweet rosy red
cheeks.

"Don't worry about correcting that". Irish cop said with a fatherly
chuckle. "Hell, maybe his lisp is also what makes him the great little
cocksucker he is."

Hearing that, the small boy seemed to beam as he continued to try holding
the two men's thick shafts in either of his tiny hands. And then without a
word, he returned to sucking his pretty little mouth all over Mike's wide
corona.

"So maybe seven or eight times here?", Mike whispered as he enjoyed the
oral service from the precocious toddler.

"Here", the teenager said as he seemed to try to recount all the outings
he'd taken his baby brother on. "Seven times maybe here and a bunch of
times when my mom's driving us someplace. I take him into the bathrooms
because she can't. And he likes to suck cock there, too."

"Which bathrooms?", Irish cop asked as though gathering info for another
horny day.

"Anywhere", the teenager said. "I've had him suck them at Target stores and
like at Sam's Club sometimes. It's pretty easy there because he can just
suck them at the urinals and nobody even suspects anything. And he sucked
some when we were driving to my grandparent's house. He sucked some in
bathroom at a rest stop..."

Listening to all the places this nasty older brother had his baby brother
suck on cocks was enough to make Irish cop pop his load. He didn't even
seem to want to cum but did as his big thick middle-aged cock started
shooting thick ropes of hot white liquid all over the little guy who had
Mike's penis between his lips.

Even Mike could feel the hot splatter on his own shaft as Irish cop blew
seed all over the tyke's hair, face and small, smooth chest. Mike looked
down and could see the kid was saturated in the semen of some strange man
and that made him begin to ejaculate his own load.

Seeing that his friend in perving was cumming, Irish cop pushed little
Eric's head onto his cock. "Blow it right down that baby throat", he urged
Mike.

Mike closed his eyes, it was all so intense as he could feel his semen
course through his shaft and pump endless into the little cockpig's mouth
and throat. He never encountered a toddler who could handle a thick adult
cock ejaculating deep inside his throat before. But that was just further
testimony to the fact big brother there, beating his meat and shooting his
own teen sperm onto his brother's face, hadn't been lying.

There's no way a three-year-old could ever fake being the little cum dump
pro that this one had proven to be.

With the last squirts of teen semen arching over his baby brother's face,
Irish cop leaned in and drank some as though he were grabbing a swig at a
drinking fountain.

Mike, too, couldn't resist and reached his hand into the final blasts of
semen out of the horny teenager. He put the thick stuff to his lips and
again knew that there was no better eating than fresh adolescent sperm.

Irish cop used the head of his uncut dick to scoop and slide a lot of
semen, a mix of all three cummers, off the tot's cheeks and plunged it
right into the boy's mouth, "Here ya go, little guy, don't miss any
spermies..."

"Eat it down, Eric", his older brother instructed. "Remember, we can't go
back up to the water slides if you don't eat all of it down first." As he
spoke, he gave his little brother a stern look before pulling up his own
board shorts and tying them.

Mike and Irish cop, tucked their penises away as they continued to watch
the small tyke before them lick and gulp down all three loads of thick
semen ejaculated at him.

Without much more conversation, the teenager helped his little brother to
pull up his small swimsuit. He then took him by the hand and led him away
from the tree and up toward the path.

"Bye", Irish cop said quietly and almost sarcastically as he could see it
was apparent that these two weren't even going to say goodbye. But
suddenly, the littler brother turned around, and with his left hand still
in his brother's, the child used his free hand to wave at the two men as he
said, "Bye, bye!"

"Man, look at the little ass on that kid", was all that Irish cop muttered
beneath his breath. "I wonder how many men get some of that in those
bathrooms his brother is taking him to?"

"I know what you mean", Mike agreed as he, too, stared at the toddler's
tiny butt cheeks move within the swimsuit he wore. "I wanted to at least
finger fuck his ass, but it all happened so fast, you know?"

"I know exactly what you're saying", Irish cop laughed in agreement. "I'm
fifty-six and I still can prematurely ejaculate when one that little has
his lips on my dick."

With that, the older man looked at his watch and added, "Shit, its getting
late. My wife wants me to take her out to dinner tonight so I better be
heading home."

The two men agreed to meet at the chickenhawk table the following
Saturday. Irish cop had heard some men saying that one of them would bring
the kid he baby-sits for to the table for some fun. "He said the kid blows
him every time he sits for him. He's eight or nine and the guy will have
him all day while his parents attend a wedding."

With Irish cop, Mike then headed up one of the trails which led back to the
parking lot where they had both parked their cars.

After Irish cop drove away, Mike sat in his own car for a few minutes but
other than seeing two men beating off a bit within their own vehicles, he
decided to also head home.

As he drove, he thought about what he'd done and couldn't believe his good
luck in scoring so much hot kid sex. But he knew that a lot of boys, teens
and even little boys, were progressively becoming sluttier and more into
very hardcore sex with adult men. He again blamed it on their limitless
exposure to the Internet.

But he also knew it was because these kids had fathers who were also
cultivating their deepest desire and perversions through that same
Internet. Mike had chatted with hundreds of fathers on the Internet and he
realized that most were doing the same sorts of things to help foster a
sluttier son and homosexual play in the household.

Heck, Mike had learned about dads eating their own sons' cumloads out of
their wastebaskets from two different dads he'd cyber-met on the Internet.



As he sat at a red light, Mike pawed his crotch and realized that he again
was sporting wood as he thought so many other fathers out there who have
eaten their young sons' semen.

But then just a few minutes later, as he arrived home, he could see his
son, with two of his friends, was shooting hoops in the driveway. Mike's
cock throbbed as he saw that all three thirteen-year-old boys were
shirtless as they jumped to make the hoop and block.

As Mike slowly pulled up the long driveway, he could see his son's penis
was showing big inside his light grey nylon Nike basketball shorts.

Mike pulled up past them as Zacky waved. The automatic garage door opened
and Mike pulled the car inside, not wanting the three boys to see that he
had a major erection in his slacks from just watching them and thinking
about how much he's love to service them all.

Mike shut off the motor but then just sat in the front seat since, hoping
that the boys would just continue playing basketball so he could slip into
the house without them seeing the condition of his tenting slacks. But
glancing through the side view mirror, he could see that Zacky was coming
running up to the car door. His eyes were fixed on his son's big flopping
dick as he approached.

Through the window, Zacky said, "Hi, dad! You're home early..."

Mike had turned off the ignition so he popped open his door, to reply to
his son. He sat forward as to try to hide the fact that his son was
unknowingly making him hard.

"Mom got home just, like, five minutes ago", Zacky continued to say he spin
and fiddled with the regulation basketball he was holding.

As his lanky half-naked teenaged son spoke to him, Mike tried hard to
pretend he wasn't looking at the thirteen-year-old's beautiful abdomen and
pecs. But his eyes couldn't refrain from dropping from the boy's smooth
ripped abs down to where his penis made a prominent bulge inside those
shorts. It was apparent to Mike that his son didn't wear a jock or
underwear or anything else beneath his shorts when he shot hoops.

As he tried to pretend not to notice, he could see Zacky's two best
friends, slowly come closer up the driveway. They stood just outside the
garage so they were lit in the most magnificent sunlight as Mike looked
through the rear view mirror at them. He always thought those two boys,
like his son, would be perfect food for the mall chickenhawks. Damn, those
boys could get every chickenhawk's hand and mouth on their lanky frames and
young dicks.

"Well, dad?", Zacky asked. And Mike realized that he had missed everything
his son had said as he stared through the small mirror at the teen
physiques standing behind them.

"What's that son? Sorry", Mike replied as he looked into his son's
beautiful blue-hazel eyes.

"Jeff and Philip are going to stay for dinner," Zack obviously
repeated. "That okay? Mom said its fine."

Mike's cock throbbed as he thought of sitting at a table with these three
young, handsome teenagers, a pile of adolescent hormones and three sets of
nuts brimming in the semen that only seventh-graders can shoot up.

"Yeah, its fine", Mike said. He then climbed out of the car, using the door
to slightly block his crotch as he then turned and said hello to the other
boys.

"Hi Jeff. Hi Philip", he said with a smile and wave as he tried hard not to
look like he was staring at their bodies. He knew these two since they were
in the second grade with Zacky. Even back then, he thought they'd be ideal
chicken feed but he never took the opportunity with either. Although Mike
had to admit that on more than one occasion when they'd come over to play,
he would masturbate as he'd watch the boys through a window. The previous
summer, in fact, he had bought his son a great set of water guns just
hoping what happened would happen: the boys, in nothing but their soaking
wet, skin tight swimsuits ran around making for a great, impromptu,
backyard, boy "shower show" for a certain dad who watched them through very
dark sunglasses.

"Hi Mr. Reynolds", the two boys said in near unison.

"Mom said they could stay", Zacky repeated.

"Yeah, its fine", Mike said as he glanced down at his son again and just
wanted to stroke the boy's beautiful pecs and suck on his teen boy nipples
for him.



"Heck, it's a Friday", he then risked saying, "They can even stay the night
if you want." Mike had seen both these boys naked before over the years, of
course.  On plenty of other sleep over nights, he would sneak into that
cedar closet and beat off as he's spy on each in the bathroom, taking a
shower or brushing his teeth. Just like with his son, he had rather
witnessed these two boys growing up since they were just seven-year-olds.

Zacky's face lit up with a smile and he looked over to his friends as they
bought said "COOL!" and gave a high-five into the air.

"If it's okay with your folks, first...", Mike quickly added as he stepped
away from the car some so he could shut the door.

Spontaneously and as he used to do all the time when he was littler, Zacky
did something he did more and more infrequently as he grew. He was so
thrilled that he actually bear hugged his father hard and said, "Thank you,
dad!", before waving his pals to follow him into the house so they could
each call home.

Once the boys had disappeared into the house, it was then that Mike knew he
needed more of his son than just his discarded cum rags. He wanted - needed
- to get a feel of his own son's teenage cock and gulp down the fresh, warm
sperm straight out of his big adolescent nuts.



End.

(Part Two to Come)

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