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Date: Fri, 13 Feb 2004 14:28:31 -0600
From: gloryhole JUNKIE <gloryhole_junkie@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Whoring With Dad" Part 9c

Whoring With Dad
Part 9c: "In (Kevy) Like a Choo Choo..."
(or "Little Boys Love Trains")
By: Mr.gloryholeJUNKIE
gloryhole_junkie@hotmail.com


DISCLAIMER & WARNING

Firstly, a most gracious "thanks" is in order to those adult male readers of
"Whoring With Dad" who have actually been able to pry their hands away from
their semen-drooling boners long enough to take the time to write to the
author. He's found many of your letters to be both enlightening and most
stimulating. And although rarely shocked, many letters have disclosed some
awfully naughty stuff about yourselves, which leave the author's mouth agape
and trousers tented!

And based upon numerous e-mails sent to him, the things you guys want done
to a certain unnamed character is pervertedly delicious of you all (and
you'd want to participate in doing it to him as a huge gang of strangers, as
well, it seems)! In fact, the salaciously twisted sexual acts that you all
suggest make the author often wonder if some of you are not indeed writing
from an office deep within some Russian boy's orphanage (although its more
likely just the stuff you dads are doing out there in good old suburbia when
your wives ain't looking).

Your text e-mails are always most welcome. And please note that even if he
is unable to reply to each letter, rest assured that the author knows many
of his regular "fans" nicknames and their, um, lascivious tastes by heart.

Secondly, the author wants to thank his readers for actually reading and
comprehending these "Disclaimer & Warning" portions attached to each new
chapter of "Whoring With Dad". The author truly admires your restraint as
you fellas strain at your trousers' fly while sending him e-mail. For as is
reiterated in each "Disclaimer & Warning", sharp readers know and maintain
the vital difference between text and visual imagery.

As much as you fellas may want to "do" something about it, most of you
already seem to know the importance of  keeping your meat in your slacks
while around the little ones. And the author says, "Good for you!". If a
perverted wank at your monitor gets some of those understandable yens out of
your system (via ejaculate, I suppose), than these tales are doing their
job!

Just as men should know the difference between "thoughts" and "deeds",
again, they should know that same difference is what separates "reading"
from "deeds".

Clearly and conversely, some among you may still decide to "cross that line"
and there is nothing much the author can do to prevent that. If, while
watching "Ice Age" on DVD, you're gunna have your toddler son hop upon your
lap as you're wearing nothing but that special pair of baggy knit boxers -
the pair that lets your raging dad boner tent like a ten-inch pole while
your son's little hand grabs onto it like a handle as you both sit in the
dark of the family room while your wife is out for the evening -- you're
going to do that no matter how many "Disclaimers & Warnings" are attached to
masturbatory literature.

In fact, if you're a dad or other adult male so predisposed to such sexual
acting out, you'd do such things even after reading "The Shoemaker and The
Elves" (wouldn't you?). There are dads and granddads and uncles and male
babysitters who actually fiddle about with the lil'ones while they're
reading "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory". Hell, some dads go so far
as to have their sons nurse on their meaty penises while they read "T'was
the Night Before Christmas" to them (some call that "a bedtime story with
warm milk"). Therefore, all the "Disclaimers & Warnings" in the world will
have no effect on that percentile of men dead-set on crossing that line.

And since its not erotic literature that gets a man into the bath tub with
his eighteen-month-old son or into a stall at the mall with a ten-year-old
cocksucker, there are few "Disclaimers & Warnings" one can mount in
connection to any specific story. There are men who will drop trou with
their sons without ever having read or heard about "Whoring With Dad". In
fact, many boys are molested by...by...I hate to say it...TOTAL ILLITERATES!

Yes! Those who cannot or can only barely read their name are among the men
who might actually haunt the bushes at the playground! Heck, even soccer
moms putting up a sign at the park - near the swings -- stating, "Don't Put
Your Wienie in Our Children!" (all in bright red letters) would find it
useless should that park be the playground of those sexual deviants who are
illiterate!

The act of men lewdly grinning as they pull down their underpants -- along
with those of the tykes they'll be diddling with -- is as old as the hills.
Such sexual duos have been a phenomenon long before there was the printing
press or literacy among the general populace. For centuries prior to the
sleaze machine (better known as the Internet), certain men have endlessly
been sexing up little boys. And for the same number of eons, certain little
boys have been hungry and available for what men have inside their trousers
(...or togas...or loincloths).

Can a simple "Disclaimer & Warning" truly prevent a horny teenager from
using this tale for his 'net masturbation session - the one all young dudes
schedule in between finishing their homework and suppertime? Probably not.
All that such a "Disclaimer & Warning" can do in such cases is to ask that
the reader -- no matter how hung and horny and full of fresh semen he is --
be of a legal age in his area prior to incorporating the following tale into
his self-love routine.

Can a simple "Disclaimer & Warning" prevent some men in certain parts of the
world from reading the following material where it could lead to their
beheading by religious and governmental zealots (who themselves are often
illiterate and instead prefer their boys to be discreetly sent directly to
their rooms)? No, of course not. It is therefore only a request from the
author that those men in such locations read the following at their own
discretion (and be sure your door is locked...and that blood is slathered
above it).

Again, can a simple "Disclaimer & Warning" keep a dad's cock in his slacks
when he slips into his son's bedroom night after night as he asks the kid
about his Little League game...and for another blowjob? The author doubts
that's possible. Sure, a dad might read such a warning - but will he heed
it? Perhaps the boner is indeed more powerful than the pen in such cases. In
light of that, all the author can do is urge such a dad, granddad, uncle,
stranger in that unmarked van...to reconsider crossing that line.

The continuing story which follows is based on the author's actual childhood
and upbringing. Therefore, he asks that you do not copy, print, re-post or
otherwise "rip it off" without his prior written consent.



PREFACE

Certain readers fully understand the depraved things that many men do -
things to which they would never confess aloud. Extreme sexual things that
only a rare handful of men boast of openly - often using graphic imagery to
support the truth of their perversion.

We're not talking about gangbanging some waitress at the trucker roadhouse
or letting different buddies finger your wife's sloppy twat. Heck, those are
pedestrian things as compared to what we're talking about.

Even non-stop "cumdump-to-all" cocksucking at a 24-Hour adult bookstore
gloryhole that's located smack-dab in the middle of a busy interstate, a
major university, a naval base and a huge sports complex pales in comparison
to where some men go within their deviant perversions. We guys all know
there are extremes...and then there are extremes.

But before we go on, let us be reminded that "to know" of such things is
never the same as to condone or encourage or partake in such behaviors. Any
such leap of logic is most anti-intellectual. If that were the case, we'd
best know nothing of the deeds of Hitler or Stalin or de Sade or
Caligula...or of the Catholic Church. "To know" is not the same as "to do".

There are those who "know" things only via reading and research. And then
there are those who know through "life experience". I suppose, I, the
author, am an amalgam of each. My knowledge of the most extreme dimensions
of adult male sexuality came to me at a most tender age -- and it was not
through reading. I was, shall we say, thrust into the world of perverted men
just as the following tale relates. Quickly, and at a very early age, I came
to realize that daddies and businessmen and hirsute laborers and cab drivers
and policemen and priests were not all that their "uniforms" suggested to
the outside world. As a child sucking on the hard penises of four men at a
time, one quickly senses that adult men have more secret facets to them than
they'd ever reveal to the rest of the planet.

I recall having a mini epiphany at the age of eight while sucking on a very,
very tall man in a toilet stall. It was not the first adult male penis
wedged between my tender lips - not by a long shot -- but there was this
vivid moment of realization that this man with a wedding ring and FAO
Schwartz shopping bags was indeed sharing something with me that he would
dare not relate to anyone else in the whole wide world! As he "shhhushed" me
numerous times while his truly huge erection slowly pistoned in and out of
my throat till he ejaculated, I had this clear understanding that daddies
and adult men didn't always tell the truth when it came to what they truly
enjoyed sexually. As the man gripped my little ears and copulated with my
eight-year-old uvula, I knew - knew in my second-grader's bones - that there
was more to many men than what the rest of the world was shown or could
guess (or could even bear).

And as I had already had literally hundreds of men fuck and ejaculate and
suck upon me sexually by that same age, I suddenly had the realization that
this hidden and perverse "quirk" of men was not isolated to but a few of
them. As most fellas know, these extreme longings exist in the hearts (and
pants) of a great many men.

And as one usually knows or learns that tidbit about most men only once they
unzip or reach a hand into your Jockeyshorts, its not surprising to find
that facet of many men remains their secret. When a man unzips his business
slacks in a spontaneous act of getting a tot to blow him in a mall toilet,
and there is no one around - the reality is that no one but that tot is
privy to that man's deepest sexual extremes. In a sense, to many men, their
most extreme and perverse actions are somewhat existentialist. If they
regularly screw their five-year-old son's butt...or take that unexpected
opportunity to get head from a nine-year-old in the airport john... yet
there's no one around to see or know about it...then did anything really
"happen"?

And that's the way it works. Their most extreme self remains but a secret
between themselves and whatever kid is gulping down their ejaculate. And
even if several men encircle the tot's head, the very existence of their
collective and extreme act remains just as elusive. For few, if none, would
wander off boasting or blabbing about what just occurred in that amusement
park restroom.

Now that is not to say that every man, while his wife is in the tub taking a
long bubblebath, is standing with his erection poking through the slats of
his son's crib whispering for the kid to nurse on it like a bottle. And its
not to say that every man standing along side a curious junior high student
at the train station urinals will actually let the kid "feel it". Nor is it
to say that a group of middle-aged chess-playing buddies in the park will
take turns standing watch as they all tag-team some slutty little Cub Scout
who is putting out boypussy in the rhododendron bushes.

In fact, most men don't and never would act out their most extreme desires.
But that's not to say they're not thinking such things every time they enter
a changing room at their local water park or spot some "sexually suspicious
acting" kid in the men's room near the food court or, yeah, perhaps even
while changing their boy's diaper.

Then there are those men who have no such desires or thoughts sexually. Yet
they are men who know such extremes are a part of male sexuality - no matter
how reviled and/or under-examined those extremes may be. These are men who
know their history; know their News; know that many men blow a wad to
thoughts of the most depraved things. They're guys who would not act on any
such knowledge and barely can muster up an erection to such visions while
masturbating. Yet, they know such things are all too common to adult human
males and the course of male sexuality historically.

Some who read "Whoring With Dad" wonder how so many men could confer to
gangbang a grade schooler in a YMCA. Or how any man - let alone many - could
stand over a baby and ejaculate into its mouth. Surely, some would say,
these are mere Internet perversions - things conjured up by this guy over
here or that guy over there.

I can assure you, such things occur. Do they occur with the same frequency
as a bunch of high school boys jerking off to bikini posters of blondes with
big hooters? I would doubt it. Does it occur as commonly as the scores of
men who patronize their local woods looking for chops to screw? Probably
not. Does it take place as readily as a wife married for thirty years that
devours her hubby's thick uncut dad cock and begs for his cum as she wears a
red teddy and says over and over again, "You're the best Donald...only you
know how to be a MAN, Donald...gimme sperm, honey..."

Well, we may have gone too far with that one. I propose that there are
indeed more men experiencing a boy at their fly than men living the final
example cited above.

As the following tale states, I can attest that certain men (many men, in
fact) would, at least admitting to it in the hypothetical, do such things to
boys and babies given a chance. And its readily accepted that for each man
that would "act" upon such depravity, there are thousands and millions more
who will solely beat off to the idea.

So where does that put the state of male sexual extremes? Most men don't and
wouldn't "act" upon their loins' strange, incendiary fires. And yet vast
numbers of them want to see or hear all the lurid detail.

Is this descent into ultimate depravity a "recent" phenomenon? Anyone with a
sense of history knows its not. Is it something exaggerated by the rise of
the Internet? That's something one would have to ask the thousands of small
boys sexually used by men in countries with little access to the information
superhighway. And, heck, we all know that the Internet sure didn't invent
altar boys or Boy Scout camp!

As a gloryhole junkie, a man dedicated and addicted to slurping down
anonymous boners, milking each stranger for creamy DNA chow - I have often
been asked if the Internet has not exaggerated the concept of one man holed
up in a XXX booth for hours on end as he sucks off unlimited numbers of
other fellas. Surely, claim some, it's a phenomenon related only to Internet
"urban myths" or the Internet's propensity for overstatement.

I have always replied to these skeptics, guys clearly not fortunate to live
the gloryhole life, that if anything, the Internet has played a role in
diminishing the glories of the gloryhole. When no one ever heard of anything
even like the Internet, I was a thirteen year old sucking off up to thirty
men every afternoon through gloryholes. Malls and train stations and rest
areas and libraries and schools and office buildings and just about anywhere
that had a men's room offered guys a chance to score an easy blowjob and/or
suck down some passers-by semen.

And in a similar manner, I can only imagine that -- contrary to common
belief -- the Internet has done nothing "positive" for those men who are
prone to screwing little boy butt. Although most guys may come to realize
the eye-poppingly broad appetite for such depraved sexual trysts only once
they're on the Internet, its something most fellas always knew existed. And
why is that? Because they often were the boys at scout camp being shown
their scoutmaster's big adult penis. Or they were the altar boys who had
three priests dicks in them before they were twelve years of age. Or they
were one of the vast numbers of sons who longed to feel and suck on their
father's erection. Or they are those men who "all of a sudden" got the
lewdest incestual thoughts only once their sons were born.

Did the Internet or modern living "invent" such lusts? Obviously not. As we
review both history and contemporary events relating the perverted antics of
men who have limited or no knowledge of or access to the Internet (or modern
living, for that matter), it can be argued that such lurid extremes have
actually diminished rather than flourished under the hot spotlight of the
hi-tech Internet age. What we see or read of this sexual extreme today, are,
quite frankly, the remnants of far worse that has preceded us.

Realistically, can the isolated example of the modern-day dad who's
wandering into his son's bedroom late at night looking for "service" -- or
even the gray-haired perv in the beach toilets who's waiting for any little
kid to come in with his swimsuit falling down -- truly be considered the
equivalent, (when it comes to numbers and frequency), to what endlessly
occurred in the baths and back alleys of ancient Rome; or in the Socratic
classrooms of Athens; or between countless 19th century pioneers widowed
when their brides died in childbirth - leaving them alone in some remote
mountain homestead with just an infant son; or among the crew and their
ten-year-old "cabin boy" aboard most any clipper ship?

Would adult men truly "use" such little mouths for sexual purposes as is
related in the following tale? For an answer, simply ask the pimps of
Caligulian Rome - those dads and other men who made big business out of
whoring out boys and infants. For centuries in Rome (and elsewhere), the
brothel business with its stable of "sucking babies" -- those often
abandoned infant boys or girls sold to a pimp -- was considered the most
decadent of sexual delicacies that a perverted Roman citizen could buy
himself. Infants "saved" from death, would be trained to "suck" on men's
penises and drink semen as if they were at their mother's teat. For
something so supposedly vile, funny that it took centuries for the Roman
government to "outlaw" the practice.

Toddler boys in the Roman Empire were used as substitute pussy when their
prostitute mothers would be menstruating. Strange men, drunk with liquor and
lust, would pop by the harlot's house looking for a cheap hole to fuck.
Instead of turning away the money, the harlot would point to where her son
would be prepped to accommodate them in a darkened corner. It all felt the
same to most customers - perhaps even a little better knowing they were
doing something so nasty up inside a little one's tiny butt.

Abandoned children supplied, to a large extent, the Roman world's
prostitution market. Justin Martyr had observed that nearly all newborn
babies who had been exposed (left abandoned), 'boys as well as girls, will
be used as prostitutes' . This elevated the risk of incest which obsessed
even later Christian theologians: 'How many fathers, forgetting the children
they abandoned, unknowingly have sexual relations with a son who is a
prostitute or a daughter become a harlot?', asked Clement of Alexandria

Meanwhile, a little south, Emperor Tiberius was seemingly screwing everybody
the very moment they came out of the womb! At his villa, he'd train the
littlest of boys, his "fishies", to lick and suck his by then-septuagenarian
penis as they'd swim around him in his pool.

His men arranged to have scores of young boys play a little game in the vast
gardens - a game where Tiberius for his own sexual gratification could
stroll among "little fauns" and poke old man fingers into their smooth butts
or suck on their youthful sex organs.

Tiberius (and, later, Caligula) would order dozens of his guards, his most
virile and well-built men, to masturbate into a vessel and then "make" the
youngest of boys drink down its warm, brimming contents. Under the guise of
helping the boy grow strong, the men all got their sexual jollies watching
the tyke gulp down a pint or more of mixed semen as one drink.

And, yes, as Roman historian, Suetonius, clearly stated in his biography of
the emperor, Tiberius would regularly have infant boys sent to his lap where
he'd have the unweaned sex slaves suck and nurse for the "milk" within his
hairy and most august scrotum. But he wasn't done there (its Tiberius after
all!). Once filling the baby's mouth, he'd then pass the boy to the lap of
whichever Roman senator or soldier was erect and ready to next play
surrogate milk provider to the hungry mouth.

One can only imagine the amazingly precocious talents of these boys as they
reached the age of six or seven!

And, across the globe, Chinese noblemen, always wonderful hosts, for
centuries would have their small children, usually boys, (often times their
own sons or grandsons), stationed beneath the tables during large banquets.
Under the veil of the dining cloths, the boys would masturbate and fellate
each guest (just as a courtesy, of course) throughout the evening.

Golly, now we know why every Chinese restaurant is set up for "family style"
dining!

In the Middle East, few small boys retained their virgin holes for long
around what are often considered to be, statistically, some of the most well
endowed men on the planet. Many men, especially the boys' fathers, have
turned to the Talmud as they seek to validate the use of sexual orifices as
young as two or three years of age. In such instances, it's a strange
dichotomy as these men are given permission to penetrate and squirt semen
into the butts and mouths of toddlers...so long as the men don't admit to
doing it for reasons beyond need for immediate physical release. According
to some teachings, a man should, when using a small child's throat or butt
hole, aim the penis without much foreplay directly into the child, pointing
the head of one's shaft purposefully into him as to ejaculate. In other
words, a man should not penetrate a little boy if his purpose is for
something other than to ejaculate. The Babylonians deemed such sex - whether
with ones own child or a child found on the streets -- as acceptable so long
as it was simply for the adult man's release and not for something "sick and
twisted" like pleasure. Its rather interesting how the Talmud did not quite
deem it acceptable for a man to penetrate a child for sexual pleasure yet it
was deemed acceptable to use small children as mere "cumholes".

Even today, some Arab men in the Sudan regularly use, as "cumholes", boys
enslaved for just that purpose. Often gangbanging a young boy, as many as
ten men at a time will repeatedly penetrate and ejaculate into him.

Said recently redeemed slave Deng Deng, "Many times... boys would cry so
loudly that the Arabs would stuff rags in their mouths so they could not be
heard. I witnessed this often. If you refuse [sex], sometimes they would
shoot you."

Many of the redeemed small boys told Sliwa that in order to avoid these
gangbangs, male cumhole slaves would try to escape but were hunted down like
animals by their masters. The punishment for resisting sex is often severe
beatings, death or limb amputation. And the freed slave Aleek Mach Deng
said: "I watched my master Mohammed and four Murahaleen Arabs violently
gangbang a young Dinka slave boy. The boy was screaming and crying a lot."

Then, there's South Africa, where scores of adult men run amok gangbanging
babies! (And no, we're not making any of this up)! Over the past five years
or so numerous men have participated in gangbanging children as young as
one-month old. Is this something that these men all suddenly "invented"?
Obviously not. It is though a situation which periodically occurs when
conditions are favorable (or not -- as the case may be) for groups of horny,
oftentimes, unemployed men who have access to a baby.

As reported in the News: "Six men, aged between 22 and 66, raped almost
daily a nine-month-old baby in the Northern Cape. They are Jan Mienies, 45,
John Radebe, 24, Frans Mosterd, 28, Jan Van Wyk, 66, Piet van Rooi, 39, and
Joffie Freeman, 32."

In yet another case, "This past Halloween, on October 31, a month-old baby
was raped by its uncles, in Tweeling in the Eastern Free. The mother of the
child had left the baby in the care of the men when she went to visit her
mother-in-law. Upon her return last night, she found the baby crying and...
took the baby to a clinic where she was told the baby had been raped
repeatedly."

Case after case exists on the record in South Africa. Baby gangbangs have
been called "epidemic" in South Africa. And yeah, you'd be correct -- an
epidemic usually involves more than your one isolated pervert doing dirty
things.

And these are only those few cases which are discovered -- leading one to
wonder what your dad and buddies are all doing on their poker nights!

Elsewhere in the world, a well-hung 26-year-old father was arrested by the
Soekmekaar Police for fully penetrating his 18-month-old baby on a number of
occasions. Oh, and elsewhere some more, an Auburn man was found to be
repeatedly screwing his 2-month-old baby ...but was released on $50,000 bail
to the supervision of his mother (hey, maybe she's really butch).

Makes one wonder what's with dads and their newborns?

And then there's Mr. Livesey, a former Fairhaven youth athletic coach
accused of diddling with his young twin sons while bathing the boys at his
Fairhaven home. The boys alleged their father inserted his fingers in their
anuses during baths.

I didn't think anything about it," one of the boys testified. "I thought
that was something you were supposed to do when you took a bath."

Gosh, and parents are afraid their children aren't listening to them!

In related accounts, many dads have long pimp out their young sons to
strangers for cash. And that's just in the Americas. For a five or ten
dollar bill, they let any man crawl into the family van for a few minutes of
sex with their son -- some as young as two or three. What's the dad's
motivation in making his kid turn pro - servicing upwards of twenty tricks a
night before the tot's even seen pre-school? There are experts who'd tell
you its all about "supporting daddy's drug habit". But as the dad has it all
so well orchestrated and even grins as he can see each man tenting his
trousers while negotiating for the boy's ass or mouth, most men could more
realistically tell you that the dad's getting off on the whole pimping
process. The simple reality is that some pimps have sons and not daughters;
and then add to that the fact that a dad with his little son is far less
"suspicious" looking in a dark parking lot at 10 p.m. than if he were with
his daughter. The latter is also true as dads can freely check into any
Motel 6 with their four-year-old son who is there to "work" the pool or
jacuzzi in order to find willing customers. These pimp daddies would be hard
pressed to try that with a four-year-old daughter in tow.

Then some perversions are state-instituted. In parts of India today,
delinquent little boys are regularly "locked up" with a regular prison
population of adult men. One can guess that the bureaucrat who conjured up
that recipe definitely has a taste for the most extreme fun and games that
groups of horny adult inmates can play with juvey boys in cells and showers.

There are many reports of sexual abuse of juveniles in Sahiwal Central
Prison, by both prison staff and adult inmates. Prison authorities sometimes
held up to five or six little boys in a cell with adult prisoners. One study
of three Punjab jails, conducted in 1992 on the orders of Lahore High Court
Chief Justice Mehboob Ahmed, found that forty-four of 200 children examined
had been sodomized.

Then there are the scores of orphanages around the world that are hot beds
of men having sex with small boys. Perhaps most notorious in recent years
are those in the eastern European countries, including one in St.
Petersburg, Russia where kindergarten-aged tykes were constantly used to
suck and otherwise accommodate big adult penises. Are they all state workers
who are unzipped and shoving thick man dick into these boys? Doctors? Men
who pay? Men who are allowed to wander in? Who knows.

There are even reports that NAMBLA itself funds overseas orphanages merely
as an operation to use the small, abandoned boys for the carnal "vacations"
of certain men. Essentially turning each tot into a prostitute, the boys are
given shelter in these orphanages only in exchange for their bodies.

But one need not focus too cruelly upon "just" NAMBLA. The good, old
Catholic church has run its fair share of boy sex clubs (otherwise known as
orphanages). In Canada just a few years ago (and for decades), boys by the
dozens were routinely used sexually within the walls of Newfoundland's Mount
Cashel Catholic orphanage. Using the place -- and scores of boys -- as their
sexual playground was a well-organized, (cough) joint-effort (if you will),
by numerous priests and brothers.

And a book by Alan Gill, "Orphans of the Empire," includes the memories of
Owen, a little boy in Australia, who along with many other small boys were
"ruined" by the orphanage run by the Sisters of Mercy. Boys were routinely
gangbanged and otherwise sexually abused by priests or men who worked in the
orphanage. In fact, priests sodomized Owen so often that the nuns had to
keep him "imprisoned" for several months beyond his 14th birthday, when he
was scheduled to be released as an adult ready for employment, as to allow
the boy's anus to heal.

Heard enough? As I suspected, the answer is "YES!"... for some of you.  And
yet its a resounding "NO WAY, maaaan, tell me more, maaan, I wanna hear
more!"

And all the aforementioned is completely true (makes "Whoring With Dad" seem
tame in comparison, doesn't it?). Sure, it's as hardcore a truth as it may
come, but it's simply the extreme truth for millions of adult males
throughout time and throughout the world who don't heed "Disclaimers &
Warnings" and instead decide to "cross that line".

Yet perhaps that's the point of this Preface. Its all to help certain
readers out there understand that whatever occurred or will occur in the
following tale -- no matter how crafted for story-telling purposes -- was
the real thing.

PS) You think you're having a hard time choking down the hardcore facts as
they're presented here? Hell, you shoulda been me -- a kid with a man's
eight-inch erection lodged in his throat (talk about choking)!!!



Whoring With Dad
Part 9c: "In (Kevy) Like a Choo Choo..."
(or "Little Boys Love Trains")

By: Mr.gloryholeJUNKIE
gloryhole_junkie@hotmail.com


Once the older man, Ted, had slipped out, I became keenly aware of how quiet
the room was. In fact, barely a sound emanated from anywhere on the entire
floor. There were no t.v.s or radios or clunking doors anywhere to be heard.
The single-room floors were also so quiet because a vast array of men would
check-in at any time of day or night, their stories and reasons for being
there so different from one another, that each was on a different sleep
schedule.

I also learned a bit later that often the only loud noises on these floors
were made by the occasional guttural grunts of men ejaculating into other
men's butts while in the communal shower room or as some hungry bottom man,
checked in for just that purpose, might gasp as his anus was stretched by a
particularly well hung stranger who joined him in his room.

Other than that, the Lawson maintained a very secure, very quiet environ for
its "male guests".

I went to the one window in the room and peered out. Not another window in
sight; only the brick walls of what was an airshaft lurked one hundred feet
in the distance. I stood on tiptoes and looked down at some roofing five
stories below to see a vent pipe swirling around and around. As I glanced up
again, I caught a bit of my reflection in the window. As I still tasted
Ted's semen in my mouth, I smiled to myself as I was glad that my daddy took
me to the Lawson again.

As I licked my lips, I found a glob of something that had landed and clung
to a corner of my lip. I wiped it and saw it was some of the older man's
puddingy milk so I quickly ate it up. But that made me wonder about Tomas. I
turned and went to where he was laying in his Moses basket. He smiled at me,
content as all the world. I figured that drinking some daddymilk must have
satisfied his belly some.

I then saw that his neck and clavicle were all wet and shiny. I ran my
fingers through it and noticed it was more of the man's semen, which had
escaped Tomas' mouth. I wiped it all up, not wanting my dad to know. I
wouldn't want to get Ted into any trouble. I rummaged through Tomas' soiled
blankets looking for other stray glops of the man's cum but found nothing.
Obviously the man's aim was pretty near perfect as he fed us his daddymilk
completely.

Just then, I heard a sort of scraping sound at my door. I listened again.
And again I heard something that sounded a bit like a puppy scratching at
the door.

Suddenly a very low, very deep, male voice whispered through the door.

"Pssst...pssst...you in there, kid?", the nearly inaudible voice asked.

I walked closer to the door and listened some more.

"Pssst...come on, kid, open the door...", the low, almost nervous-sounding
voice asked again.

I watched as the door handle turned. I hadn't locked it after Ted left since
my dad told me to leave it open for when he'd get back.

Very slowly the door opened just a few inches and a man of maybe thirty
stuck his head into the room. He looked around and then down as he found me.
He smiled as he looked around some more, seemingly afraid to come in. Then
he again whispered, "Hey...how you doing, kid?"

"Fine", I muttered in reply.

His eyes scanned the room and stared at the bed as he mumbled, "Can I come
in...that okay?"

I said, "Sure", not knowing or much caring why he might want to come visit
me.

His head retracted from the doorway as he apparently looked back into the
corridor to make sure the coast was clear...and then he quickly stepped into
the room and locked the door.

"How's it going?", the man said. He was maybe thirty and slim with a day or
two's growth of beard. He wore only a pair of gym shorts and sneakers,
allowing me to see his lanky, hairless chest.

He quickly went up to the side of the bed and asked, "Hey, who's this?"

"My baby brother, Tommy", I again lied.

"Cool...cool", the man said as he shuffled from foot to foot, apparently
very wound up. "You here for the night?", the man asked.

I nodded as I stared at the man's gym shorts. Although he wasn't saying
anything, the way his shorts tented told me why he was in my room.

I walked up along side of him, where he stood a good two feet taller than
me, and stared directly at his bulge. It looked as if he had a tentpole in
his dark blue gym shorts.

He noticed and quickly said with a nervous laugh, "Woke up with a morning
hard...sorry 'bout that."

I said nothing but did what I had happily learned to do. I reached and
grasped his tentpole in my little hand.

"Awwwww, fuuuuuuuck, shit", the man muttered in amazement.

I groped and tried to squeeze my hand around the girth of this man's
erection but could barely reach around a third of its circumference.

But even that seemed to work for this stranger who'd slipped into my room.
Unlike Ted, he didn't tell me his name. But that didn't matter to me at all.

As I squeezed his rod once more through the cotton fabric he looked at the
door again. Deciding it was indeed locked, he quickly pulled down the front
of the shorts over his boner freeing both it and his huge, low hanging nuts.

I leaned forward and licked the red flaring slit of his penis as it oozed
with amber liquid. It was the sweet juices daddies made before they shot
their daddymilk.

He stood there, his hands at his side as he looked down at me licking just
the head of his drooling boner. In a very low, quiet voice he muttered,
"Daaaamn, that's for real...you're fuckin' for real!"

I stopped and looked up at him not knowing what he meant. Of course I was
for real.

He apparently noticed my confusion as he promptly added, "You fuckin' really
suck dick, don't you kid?"

I smiled and nodded as I returned my lips to his penis. Just as soon as I
sucked in the entire head and three inches of his lengthy shaft, he grabbed
my hair gently and bucked his hips into me a few times.

"Fuuuuck...", he moaned, "Using me some pro little mouth...fuck where'd you
learn to fuckin' suck like that?"

I decided to show the man how much I could suck and opened my young jaws
wider as I attempted to swallow as much of his long erection as possible.
That made his knees buckle for a second as he swayed back and forth trying
to get a real good look at his "morning hard" being sucked on by a little
kid.

"Shit...wish I had a Polaroid...", he muttered to himself.

He then leaned forward, propping his hands onto the bed covers as he loomed
over me. He began a slow fucking motion with his hips as he looked down at
himself screwing my mouth.

Spontaneously, I gently held onto his big, low hanging scrotum, sending the
man through the roof. "Oh, yeaaaaahh, do that, you little slut...feel my man
nuts...fuckin' little boy likes suckin' dicks, eh?"

I nodded as I gave him a groan to the affirmative. What can I say. Even at
age seven, I knew what I liked and was perhaps born to do.

"He suck, too?", the man asked in a very hushed tone as he pulled back the
blankets of Tomas' bassinet.  With my nod, the man immediately reached his
large left hand over Tomas' sex organs running it down between Tomas' legs
and then beneath his tushy.

"He get fucked?", the man asked apparently wondering why Tomas' butthole was
able to so easily accommodate his middle finger.

I answered only the way I could at the time and said, "Maybe...probably." I
figured that with Jesus as his daddy, Tomas must have had more things happen
to him than just the zoo gloryhole.

With my reply, the man then asked, "You get fucked too I imagine, huh?"

I told him that I loved to do that with men.

He pulled off my towel and reached between my little buttcheeks. In one
swift move, he jabbed and then fucked his thick middle finger past my tight
sphincter.

"Awww, fuuuuck, yeah...", the man groaned. "Gunna fuuuck you", he said.
"lemme fuck you."

As I had been trained, I got up on the bed and knelt with my legs
widespread, sticking my little boy butt high up into the air.

"Shiiiiiit", the man muttered. "Ohhhh, maaan...look at that...got me a
fuckin' whore...a real fuckin' little kid whore."

I smiled to myself as he called me that because that always meant that the
man would definitely be giving me his daddymilk.

The man stood behind me and aligned the head of his long shaft to my anus
and began pressing in. As he very slowly penetrated my small butthole, he
said, "I ain't never had kidpussy before..."

I tried to relax as the man pushed forward, spreading my tight hole. It felt
good and yet hurt since he was so thick. He spat on his shaft as to make it
slicker and then shoved more inside of me.

"You can take it," he said almost with a measure of surprise. "Look at
you...taking my big dick in your little butt."

I relaxed my sphincter muscle as much as I could so the man could get his
shaft up into me completely. As he felt his nuts brush again my smooth
buttcheeks, he whispered as if he would pass out
"Goddamn...daaaaaaaaamn...you got eight inches in you kid...some of the old
fucking men here can't even take all that."

I smiled to myself, proud I was a better lay than old men!

"Gunna fuck your little brother, too" , the man said. As he kept his cock
lodged up my ass, he leaned forward and lifted Tomas onto the army
blanket-style bedspread.   The man stuck his middle finger into Tomas' mouth
simply to get it all wet in saliva. While the man buttfucked me, he again
inserted a digit into Tomas' tiny butthole.

"Man, this kid's been fucked", he said again. "No way can a little one take
my whole finger otherwise."

The man then pulled his shaft out of my butt, leaving me feel empty for a
few moments. He then knelt on the bed himself and aimed his wide mushroom
head at Tomas' butthole. He rubbed his oozing penishead up and down the
baby's buttcrack, getting it as slick and wet as possible. Then he pushed
in, so gently as to be a nearly imperceptible movement on his part. It was a
very slow but purposeful penetration. I held the man's long hanging nuts as
he pushed in -- watching as he could realistically only get slightly more
than the head of his erection inside the tiny anus.

But that proved enough for this lanky stranger. Almost as soon as he could
see that his cockhead had fully penetrated Tomas, the man lost his nut. I
felt his scrotum spasm as it ejaculated into Tomas. I looked between the
man's long wiry legs and could see a gushing river of warm semen as it
immediately overflowed from Tomas' small orifice. Innately, I knew what to
do and leaned under the man and placed my mouth at the source of the
overflow.

The man groaned as he felt my mouth licking along his pulsating shaft as he
continued to ejaculate into Tomas. I slurped, lapped and licked the
daddymilk that flowed out of and all over Tomas' smooth butt and chubby
thighs. And with my head still wedged between them both, I then slurped
along the entire length of the man's shaft to where his enormous load of
semen was running down to his swinging nuts.

Then abruptly, the man jumped off Tomas and to his feet. He pulled up his
gym shorts in a quick move that cause the elastic waistband to make a
snapping sound.

He looked nervous, very nervous but then without saying a word, he reached
between Tomas' buttcheeks and fingerfucked a thick puddle of his semen that
had landed on them into the baby's butthole.

The man stood up again and muttered in that same low tone, "Man, never done
that before...too fuckin' wild!" Then he asked, "You ain't going to tell no
one I was in here, are ya?"

"No" I swore. "I never tell on men."

"I bet you don't, you little slut", the man whispered with a grin. "You like
that sperm don' t you?"

I nodded, tasting the man's thick, salty batter as it still coated my
tongue. "I love daddymilk.", I added.

"That what you call it?", the man teased. "Well, that's what it is. That
stuff makes babies...you know that?", he asked.

"Uh ha", I said. "But sometimes daddies feed it to little boys, too."

The man looked at me oddly as he sternly said, "That's right, you
cumpig...so you go right on eating it, you little whore...don't let nobody
tell you its bad for you...I gotta go..."

The man then asked me to open the door and look out into the hallway. "See
anybody coming?", he asked. I barely shook my head when he quickly ran out
the door and lightly jogged down the empty hallway where he headed directly
to the elevators.

I closed the door again but didn't lock it. I washed my hands at the sink
and wetted a facecloth. Returning to the bed, I wiped Tomas thoroughly as he
giggled.  I then played peek-a-boo with him when the door suddenly opened
again.

It was my dad, carrying a plastic bag full of baby supplies. In a happy,
booming voice, louder than most anything else all morning, he said, "I'm
back! I bet you thought I left town I was gone so long."

"That's okay", I said, rather happy that it allowed those two men to come in
and squirt their daddymilk into us.

"Got some things for Tomas", dad continued to say. "And I got a fellow down
in the towel area who agreed to watch Tomas for a few hours if you and I
want to go swim and other stuff this afternoon."

"COOL!", I replied.

Suddenly dad noticed that Tomas was on the bed. "Hey, why's he out of his
bassinet?", dad asked with a smile.

Before I could think of a lie, dad added, "Bet the little guy needed a good
stretch, huh?"

With that dad turned and began to rummage through the bag of items he'd set
down near the sink. "Come on, sport, let's get crackin'. I saw there are
already a few men doing their morning laps in the swimming pool...you got to
show these guys how good you've gotten!"


To be continued...

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