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title: 'Raised By Wolves'
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### Raised By Wolves

Date: Wed, 6 Jul 2005 11:29:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: gloryhole junkie <ghj_4u@yahoo.com>
Subject: Raised By Wolves, Pt 2

Raised By Wolves
PART 2
By Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE
Ghj_4u@yahoo.com


DISCLAIMER:

Oh, you can have a woody in your slacks, buds (and I hope their big old
woodies). But DO NOT use those woodies of yours for harm. Could you imagine
a world where men used their erect penises to do anything and everything
that they wished, and more particularly, secretly, darkly, desired? Oh
sure, we might have a world of adult men all happy and less stressed.

But what about everyone else? What about those others who had shoved up
inside of them or slapped across their tender cheeks and tongues all these
penises which should otherwise have never been permitted to do commit such
acts? After al, what would you think if you were to come home after work
one day to find your small son sitting in a puddle of something gooey, his
clothing saturated, and his face ruddy from exhaustion as he points to a
large group of men swaggering from your backyard joking and reshipping
their trousers?

You might not like such a thing even if it were perfectly legal. I mean,
who has enough Bounty paper towels to wipe up such a scene day after day
after day before your wife might get home from her job?

Instead, the author urges you gents to use your woodies for good. Exactly
what that means might be as simple as turning to your local sex laws for
guidance. Sure, it might mean, plow harder, thrust deeper and leave a smile
on the faces of those you fuck. But in the context of this DISCLAIMER, it
means, leave the meat in the pants whenever around those who are considered
to be minors (or under the legal age) in your locale. And as usual, that
would not only mean that as an adult man you should never whipping it out
for a dozen toddlers to play with during nappy time at Dino Play Day Care
Center but it would also be considered to include not sporting a tenter in
your swimsuit for you son's entire Little League team to "behold" as you
carpool them for a swim at the isolated pond in the middle of your favorite
suck-woods. (And by the way, its not very nice of you to take a dozen of
them down there for a skinny dip where you've given a previous day's head's
up to the men who cruise there. After all, would you like fifty men with
their zippers down all jerking off as they watch your naked, unaware son
splashing around?

Well, don't answer that.

But instead, as your mind "stalls" a bit conjuring up that image.just
remember to never EVER do such a thing. Thinking things and doing things
are light years apart when it comes to what is and what is not permissible
in life.

Just as your wife is much happier and has no "case" against you when she
has no clue as to what or who you're really thinking about as you thrust
into her, the same holds true for the rest of the world. No one needs worry
about you so long as you keep your thoughts (however wanton and shocking)
both to yourself and, I hate to crush you, guys, but its true, unfulfilled
or acted out.

Whatever thoughts about "home" get daddy all outrageously erect and his
precum messing up his trousers at work remains his own business as long as
he uses that penis for good and not for evil. If he be at the office and
some "thought" enters his head about his little guy at home, it's not
advised he use his boner for bad by catching the next train home knowing
that mommy won't be home and.that that big yellow bus drops off the object
of his real lusts exactly at 2:58 p.m.

No, now that would be BAD, see.

Instead, should such a father find himself with such thought and in such a
"condition", he would be wiser to use that monster erection for
good. Utilizing his briefcase as a shield, it would be far better for him
to find a handy men's room or to hit a nearby XXX movie theater in order to
get past the stress and (trouser) stain of harboring such pressing
desires. There is always an adult man ready to relieve the dads and (the
other) assorted perverts of the world in such locations. As you watch a
cumpig in the back of a sleazy porn theater sucking down boner after boner
and one blown cuppa milk after the other out of all sorts of men, you can't
even fathom the good being done in that shadowy back row. As all these men
stand on line for use of his mouth, as they unzip and shove it deeply into
his mouth, as the power of their ejaculate nearly rips a hole in his
windpipe, they should all be lauded for their virtue as they have sought to
do good rather than evil with their boners.

After all, if the cumpig were not helping ten, twenty, thirty.a hundred
different men this same way each day, can you imagine the licentious havoc
that would be actually occurring in society? One cannot know how many
"others" have been saved from hardcore acts with these men and their
erections thanks to that one man in the back row interceding
(inter-seeding?!) on the behalf of the Innocents. And fortunately all those
men had the sense to bring their thick, big boners, clearly not designed
for wee ones) to some cum dump in the dark rather to take them to the
nation's parks, playgrounds and 3-bedroom split levels.

Doing the right thing can benefit us all. So, DO IT.

The following story is copyrighted to the author. Please do not copy or use
it in any manner without his prior, written consent. Be of legal age in
your area to read such material. And never confuse the line between reading
a story with acting out that which you are about to read.



PREFACE:

Before I might forget, please excuse the rather horrific grammar of Chapter
One. I must have had one too many of those mini bottles of booze as I typed
that dirty stuff on a flight on a flight from island sin Polynesia to the
City of Angels. I think my seatmate, a husky dad, just thought me a
workaholic as my fingers flew about for two hours. (No, instead, yes.I was
just cranking out one-handed literature). I did glance at his nice dad
crotch a few times while writing - as his bulge urged me on in my life's
pursuit to make "all penises on Earth a bit happier".

And as I typed on out that first chapter, I kept looking to my far left, at
the bulge of another male passenger. He had leaned back, had his hands on
his stomach as he napped. His bulge was significant even from a distance -
and all meat. He moved casually once or twice and yet that bulge remained
solid and clearly an independent state city of the man's nether regions. I
wondered who got to unzip that zipper back home. And later, as he exited
our baggage carousel area, I saw his greet a heavy set wife and the most
"awesome" sons of about six years of age. Based on the hugs he gave each, I
still could not tell which of the two may be the one unzipping daddy's
trousers more often back home. His kid wrapped his arms around the man's
lower section so enthusiastically that he seemed to nearly squeeze his
daddy's penis into full erection.

Are such acts between fathers and sons merely typical of "joy". Or do they
betray the energetic physical connection some sons and dads have with one
another. I saw the boy still being allowed to hug his father in this same
manner only minutes later in the nearby men's room. As the dad wiped his
hands dry, the boy hugged his face into his very tall daddy's ample bulge
as the man smiled - and as about seven other men at urinals and three more
at sinks, watched the two quite closely. You'd almost have gotten the
feeling that given the nod, this dad would have told his little guy to go
around the large men's room in order to give every man in there a similar
"hug". Ever get that vibe off some dads?

One who gave off more than a vibe was a dad at a water park in Kissimmee,
Florida once a year or so ago. His son was seven or eight. The dad , in his
early thirties, I figured, was handsome in a good old boy sort of way. He
caught my eye because he was acting like a big, overgrown kid himself as he
slid down slides and laughed with his son while belching up slurpies. Oh,
and dad was wearing these swim trunks that, whoa, although not Speedos,
showed the massive meat just a pull of the string away.

I was with two men and one of the men's sons. We all looked at this dad's
bulge as he apparently didn't mind letting every kid in the place get a
sense of what some dads got. My one buddy, who is married although quite
homo-friendly, turned me and told me to watch the dad play with his
son. The dad's hands were all over his son as they slid down slides,
climbed up stairways, stood in line for their turn to belly flop their way
down a ramp. We don't follow these two as we don't need to. Instead, the
dad seems to be looking for a little audience (some dads amaze me
still). Our party heads to the locker rooms and in short time, this well
hung dad and his son make an appearance. Is it a coincidence? Well, that
might be what the man would tell authorities.

But we men know better.




Raised By Wolves PART 2 By Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE Ghj_4u@yahoo.com




Only a few minutes later, my grandpa asked, "You about ready, Stevie?"

"Where are we going?". I asked.

"I thought we might walk over just to Grisholm Park, " he said in a slow,
strange tone.

"What's that?", I asked my grandpa as he had me put on little flip flop
sandals.

"it's the park", he mumbled as he pointed to somewhere on the other side of
the living room wall. "It's that big park right down the block."

"Where the swings are?", I asked jubilantly.

"Yeah, yeah", grandpa answered as he nervously watched me dress. "Now lets
get a move on before it gets to being lunch time."

Since it was already hot outside even by 9 a.m., he said I could wear only
my little red Speedo swimsuit and a white tee-shirt that had a picture of
all the animals from Disney's Bambi printed on its front. My grandma never
let me wear it outside since my daddy had found it at a thrift store and it
was a little too small on me.

But grandpa told me to put it on. "We'll use the swings if you like. But
then there is a little lake we can use.maybe."

"Swim?", I asked with a huge grin.

"Perhaps", he answered. "It may depend."

"We can swim in the park?" I asked since I was confused. "I thought there
was just swings and slide there."

"Those are there", the grandpa replied as he looked for his house
keys. "But that's just a tiny part of the park. The park is enormous. The
lake is where most people don't go."

I bounced up and down with excitement. "Are you going to swim, too,
grandpa?", I asked. I hoped he would so maybe I could see his bulge
again. But I looked at the beige walking shorts and polo shirt he wore and
asked, "Aren't you going to wear your swimsuit, too, grandpa?"

"I'll be fine", was all he answered. "You ready to go?"

After he locked the front door, I took his hand and he led me down the
block, only a few hundred yards really, to the entrance of the neighborhood
park.

It was a city park, nothing fancy about it. And anything of its late 19th
century fanciness which remained was by pure chance. On the wrought iron
gated wall was spray painted graffiti. And the play park's swing set, just
inside the gate, always seemed to have one of its six swings broken or
missing.

Grandma always said that was as far into the park as she'd ever been
in. The play park was right along the street and sidewalk and so it seemed
quite safe. And when one would look around, it was, in fact, the only place
you'd see a mommy or another lady. And even they were few and far between.

And no one was there when my grandpa and I arrived. He looked around
nervously but I don't know why. I ran up to a swing and asked him to push
me.

For not much more than a minute, grandpa pushed my swing as his eyes seemed
to scan all around.

I looked around, too, noticing for the first time all the huge trees that
backed up to the play park. "Is that all the park, too, grandpa?", I asked
as I swung back and forth in the smallest of the swings.

"Huh-ha", me murmured low.

Just then, two men, around grandpa's same age entered the park through
those gates and looked right at us. I even asked my grandpa is he knew them
since they nodded at us before taking a path directly past us which
disappeared into the wooded end of the park.

"Uh, them?", grandpa answered as he absent-mindedly pushed my back using
one hand. "No, no. Why?"

"They looked like they knew you. That's all", I answered.

But I was curious. Although I didn't know exactly why, I wanted to know why
men my grandpa's age would go into what looked like a forest. I asked, "Are
they like the boy scouts?"

Grandpa's spine stiffed as he heard the question. "What?", he asked
sternly.

"You know, like those boys who where those uniforms and go camping", I
answered. "Are those men like that?"

"No, no. Of course not", grandpa replied. "That's a silly question."

I swung high and back and high and back a few times before asking, "Are
they walking in the woods?"

"Who?", grandpa asked.

"Those men who passed us", I answered.

"Yes, men go for walks here", grandpa replied in a whispered tone. "There
are great, long paths to walk back there."

"Is that where the lake is?", I asked enthusiastically. "Is that where we
can go swimming?"

"Huh ha", he muttered.

Just then, a woman pushing a double stroller entered the park and headed
toward us. She made no eye contact and took a bench on the opposite end of
the playground.

Grandpa stopped my swing and leaned into my ear as he asked, "How `bout we
try to find that lake. Okay?"

"SURE!", I nearly shouted as I quickly hopped down off the swing.

"Shhhh", grandpa said as he looked to see if my voice had caught the
woman's attention. Seeing she was oblivious to us as she tended to her
twins, grandpa put his finger up to his lips as he whispered, "We don't
want everyone knowing about our lake, do we? Especially not the ladies."

I clasped my hands over my mouth. I feared I had let out a secret.

"Its not a place for ladies, Stevie", he said as he rubbed his fingers
through my sandy brown hair. "The path is rugged - hard to walk - and winds
around real long back there. So lets just keep it a secret - even from your
grandmother. Okay?"

"She wouldn't like it that I went back there in these, right?" I stated as
I pointed to my plastic flip flops.

"Well", that's one of the things she wouldn't like", he answered. "So its
best we just keep it all secret. Can you do that?"

I nodded and took his big hand "Can we go now? Please?"

I don't know why I was so excited. I mean, I had seen a tree before and was
even a little afraid of the what grandpa had said about the path. And yet,
for some reason, I knew I wanted - needed - to see where those other older
men had gone.

Grandpa held my hand as we passed the monkey bars and several benches. The
water fountain closest to the playground worked and we both took a sip. But
then, like much of the city park, the next water fountain, closest to the
wooded path was all broken. Grandpa said it had been vandalized, a word he
had to explain to me.

So as we wandered back, I asked, "How come people van-da-lize stuff
grandpa?"

And he told me that when boys get bored or angry, they think its fun to
break things. And when a place, like Grisholm Park is in a tough
neighborhood and the city doesn't pay it much attention, its easier for
such boys to break things there.

"Are we poor?", I asked my grandpa as we navigated through what was a much
narrow path than I would have expected.

"Nah", he answered in a quite voice. "Not poor. Although we ain't rich by a
long shot either. But not poor."

As we walked a man in a suit and tie approached us from the opposite
direction. It startled me at first because he seemed to come out of
nowhere. And seeing a very tall man in a suit and tie in the middle of all
these weeds and trees almost seemed funny to me.

He didn't say more than, "Hey", as he passed us. And my grandpa replied,
"Hey" back to the man.

But as we proceeded down the path I noticed that the man stopped and turned
around. He just stood there looking at us as I turned my head to look at
him.

"Grandpa", I whispered as I pulled at his arm.

My grandpa leaned down slightly as we stopped on the path for a moment.

"Yes?", he whispered back.

"Why is that man stopped?", I whispered indicating the man who looked at us
as he stood in the middle of the jungle-like path.

"Him?", grandpa replied as he quickly looked back. "'Might have dropped
something. I don't know", he added as he looked ahead on the path. "Uh, um,
listen, Stevie. What you say you go help that man while I look up ahead for
whatever he might have lost. Okay?"

"Sure, grandpa", I said, happy to know I could maybe help the man in the
business suit who continued to linger where we'd passed him next to a
soaring tree, just a few feet off the path. "I can help him maybe", I said.

"I won't be far, baby", grandpa said as he frowned slightly. It seemed that
his breath quickened as he appeared to be nervous.

"I'll be okay, grandpa", I assured him.

"I'll just be up ahead so don't wander off the path. Stay on the path. Got
that?", he said sternly.

And with that, I turned but grandpa had hastily walked on ahead and
disappeared where the dense path curved.

I stood in the path all alone. Well, almost alone. The man in the suit and
tie stood facing me, looking at me. He didn't smile. He didn't frown. He
just stood there looking almost as confused as I felt.

But it was exciting to be all alone in the forest even though most of the
thick bushes grew to almost my full height. From a great distance, I
suppose, no one could have even known I was there since the bushes would
have hidden me from view.

I didn't know how to help the man. I didn't know what he might have lost or
if, in fact, he had even lost anything. I watched him some more and he
turned his head all around as if looking for something.

Seeing nothing, apparently, he set his gaze on me again and gave the
weakest of smiles.

I smiled back broadly since I liked men. I always had. I don't know why
that was exactly since I didn't know many men other than my daddy and
grandpa but still, I just knew I liked them.

And I did know that I liked what they had inside their pants. Even at just
three, I knew that. I stood staring at the man's crotch to the point where
even he had to look down at what it was I was staring at.

He didn't say anything or move closer. All he did when was to make his hips
thrust forward, as if showing off his crotch better to me. My eyes widened,
as did my smile when he did that. It seemed he had something super big
inside his dress pants, something that make a long, wide lump in them that
ran from below his belt buckle to his thigh.

I slowly crept over to him, being sure to stay on the path like my grandpa
had told me. I got closer and the man kept thrusting his hips toward me,
making the lump get bigger and more obvious.

When I was but five feet from the man he whispered, "Pretty day, isn't it?"

I nodded and stared at his bulge.

"That your grandfather?", he whispered as he looked down at me.

"Uh ha", I mumbled.

"Thought so", the man said as his bulge actually bounced and throbbed
inside his beige slacks. "He, uh, left you here, eh?"

I nodded and said, "He's looking for something."

"Oh?', the man asked as he rotated his hips very slowly. I was mesmerized
by whatever he had inside his pants. "What's he looking for?"

"I dunno", I answered. "Didn't you lose something?"

"That what he said?", the man replied as he grinned. "That I lost
something?"

I again nodded.

"Want to help me look for it?", the man slowly asked.

"Sure", I replied. "What did you lose?"

"I think I lost a nickel", the man said as he again scanned the paths as if
looking for something. "Do you know what a nickel looks like?"

"Uh ha", I said, nodding enthusiastically. "I have lots of them in my piggy
bank at home."

"Well then", the man whispered in his deep, low voice, "Think you might be
able to help me find my nickel?"

I nodded but asked, "Sure, but its small and it could be anywhere."

The man patted his suit jacket pockets as he thrust his hips out some
more. He braced his knees in order to lock himself into an awkward stance
which made his bulge all the more obvious. "How `bout I look through these
here pockets", he said as he felt his breast pocket. "And you can help by
looking through these pockets, okay?"

I looked up at the man who loomed super tall over me. I saw he smiled and I
grinned back because I was thrilled to do what he was asking.

"You mean, I can look in these?", I asked as I pointed to the front pockets
in his pants.

The man nodded slowly back at me as he gave me this weird looking
grin. "Want to help me?"

"Sure", I replied as stepped closer to him where we'd be half hidden by the
tree.

As he pretended to look through his suit jacket for the lost nickel, I
reached up so I could shove my little right hand into the man's front pants
pocket. He was so tall, he even had to bend his knees slightly so I could
reach.

I didn't even have to dig all that deep to feel he had something super hard
along the inside of his pocket. I giggled because I thought I knew what it
must have been.

"You like that?", the man whispered. "Can you feel a nickel in there?"

I shook my head and giggled some more as my small hand ran along the length
of something very hard and warm on the other side of the pocket fabric. As
my little fingers paused, I could feel whatever it was throb and pulsate
against them.

I looked up at the man and he smiled as he whispered, almost inaudibly,
"How old are you?"

With my other, free hand I held up three fingers and I thought the man was
about to collapse as his knees buckled slightly. "Fuuuck, yeah", he
muttered beneath his breath.

My small hand, within his front pocket stroked along the length of
something big and hard and I looked up at him and shyly grinned.

"You find something in there, baby?", he whispered. As he stopped his false
rummaging through his suit pockets. He placed his hands on his hips and
looked down at my hand in his pocket and the way his cock made an obscenely
enormous tent in his trousers.

I twisted my head slightly not knowing how to respond since I had found
something. But I knew it wasn't a nickel.

I did know what it was though but was afraid the man might make me stop if
he knew what I had had found instead. I didn't want him to take my hand out
of his pants and didn't want to stop feeling the big, hard thing in there.

"You think you can get it out for me?", he asked in a low, choppy voice.

I shrugged and tried to pull at the hard thing which was super thick
between my little fingers. But it was on the other side of the pocket
lining and therefore impossible.

"Its all stuck inside", I lamented as I pouted. I was truly upset because I
knew what men had in there and loved to see grown up's penises.

"Aww", the man said as he glanced up and down the path again. "Don't
cry. It can come out and play if you want it hit bad. You want to see what
a man in these here woods has in there?"

I nodded enthusiastically while I groped and squeezed his shaft inside his
pocket some more.

"You do this for a lot of men?", he asked quietly as he pulled himself back
a foot or so and gently pulled my hand from his pocket.

I shrugged and answered, "Only my grandpa."

"Wooo, maaan", the man replied. "I figured. I bet that's why you're here
then."

I didn't understand what the man meant and so I just reached out with both
hands and gave the man's enormously jutting trouser tent as squeeze. It
felt as if he had a steel pole inside there.

"There's another way in," the man said. "it's the easy way for you to get
into a man's pants. Remember that while I show you. Okay?"

I nodded and stared directly at his bulge as his thumbs rested on his belt
buckle and his fingers tapped at the top of his trousers.

"This here, kid", the man explained, "This is a zipper. See it?"

I looked at the small metal tab which was hidden behind a placket of
fabric.

"It opens a man's pants.and right where you most seem to like it", he said
with a deep, naughty laugh. As he allowed the zipper tab to glint in the
single shaft of sunlight streaming through the very dense foliage, he
traced the length of his huge erection through his slacks. "What men got
here, baby, can all be yours if you learn to open that zipper right
there. And you like what we got in there, don't you?"

I grinned up at him big and nodded my head. `

"Here?", I asked as I lightly grabbed the tab between my small thumb and
index finger.

"Huh ha", the man replied with his mouth half open. "That's the way in,
baby."

I pulled and it was easier than I thought to open the man's zipper.

"See?", he said as he watched every movement carefully. "You can get into
men's pants in a snap, sweetheart."

I grinned since I now knew how I could gain access to any man's pee pee.

I tugged the long zipper all the way over the huge bulge and down to as far
as it could go. As it parted, the man's underwear poked out from the gaping
fly. It was light blue and was as tented by the man's erection as had been
the slacks.

"Just reach in and play, kid", the man whispered as he held himself steady
by leaning ever so slightly against the trunk of the tree. "Come on, play
with daddy, okay?"

I knitted my brow since I knew this man wasn't my daddy. He was older than
my daddy and didn't look anything like my daddy.

I stopped what I was about to do and clarified the situation.

"You aren't my daddy", I said firmly. "My daddy's at work."

"Oh, I know I'm not your daddy", the man said, afraid that perhaps he made
me mad. "But I am a daddy like your daddy is a daddy."

"Really?", I asked as I didn't know whether or not to believe the man.

"Cross my heart", the man swore as he physically crossed his chest
quickly. "Three girls though.much to my dismay."

I didn't even know what dismay meant so I didn't ask.

"They're all much, much older than you are though, baby", the man said with
deep breaths as I massaged his erection through the blue underwear. "You
know what high school is?"

I shook my head.

"Well, they're all in high school", the man said slowly as he shut his
eyes, apparently enjoying the way I was playing with him through his boxer
shorts.

"So you are a daddy, too", I said smiling.

"That's right, baby", the man answered as he looked down at me again. "And
I bet any man would be happy to be your daddy for at least a little while
if you want to open their zipper for them."

"Really?", I replied.

"Suuuure", the man muttered. "You can open any daddy's zipper and I bet
he'll let you. But just do like here.now.don't let ladies or the wrong
people see you doing it."

"Why?", I asked.

"You can get in trouble if someone other than a daddy or a big boy sees you
doing this", he replied. "Your grandpa was smart to bring you here. There
are always lots of daddies here that I bet will let you play with them.and
no ladies are ever around."

I wanted to see what this man had inside his underwear. I like feeling a
real big daddy penis and now wanted to play with his better. Since I had
learned about the special opening in grandpa's boxer shorts that morning
and saw the same on in this man's shorts, I pulled it apart and the man`s
huge erection came flinging through and right into my face.

I must has gasped because the man chuckled when he saw the head of his
penis as it was released from his shorts, had whacked the bridge of my nose
slightly.

"I got a big one", the man said with a grin. "A real big one, don't I?"

I nodded with a huge smile since I thought there was nothing more beautiful
in the whole, wide world than a man's penis. Why I felt that way may remain
a mystery but it was true. I had suddenly come to love adult penises
perhaps more than anything else at that age.

"Ohhh, that looks soooo pretty", the man said as he kept his jacket spread
wide by leaving his arms akimbo as he watched me trying to stroke the full
length of his very thick, veiny erection. He even had the same skin on it
that grandpa did, making it easier for me pump it up and down within my
small grasp.

"You keep doing that, baby", the man muttered, "And I'm afraid I'm gunna
have to get you all messy." With that, the man chuckled as he tousled my
hair.

The man then saw a clear drop of it coming out of the head of his penis and
with his thick index finger, took that same sweet, sticky stuff that
grandpa made and plugged his finger into my mouth.

"You like that nut syrup?", the man whispered.

I nodded as I suckled in his finger like a hungry fawn causing him to
laugh.

"I can see you do", he said. "Someone else feeding you this sweet goo,
baby? Someone at home perhaps?"

I opened my now sticky mouth just enough to say, "I eat my grandpa's.but he
doesn't know."

"Doesn't know?", the man asked, sincerely confused.

"I ate some when he was asleep", I replied.

"Asleep, eh?", the man chuckled. "We'll, you keep that up.whenever
granddaddy there is asleep."

The man then measured his erection my laying it right across my entire face
where it stuck upwards even a few more inches.

"Oh man, oh man", he mumbled to himself as his huge, hairy scrotum grazed
all along my nose and lips.

"You want to suck on this for daddy?", the man asked as he pulled away from
me a few inches. He looked straight down at his enormous erection and its
wide mushroom head while literally flowed with precum.

I nodded.

"You sure?", he asked. "It's a big one."

"I like big ones!", I giggled as I stared at the way the man made his
erection bounce up and down as precum oozed in a string down to the leafy
ground.

"Open up you mouth real wide then", he instructed. And when I leaned
forward he added, "Wider.wider than that.this daddy's got a big one for
you."

I strained my young jaws as far as they would part until the man said, "Oh,
that looks good.look at that pretty little tongue.yeah, you want it, don't
you, slut? Look at you needing daddy meat just like a good little slut."

I nodded, not even knowing what a slut was.

And in one quick thrust the man shoved the wide head of his penis into my
mouth.

It made me choke for a moment but when he went to pull it out, I
spontaneously reached and took hold of his super thick shaft, as if holding
onto a bottle.

"Ohhh! Baby doesn't want daddy pulling it out, does he?", the man chuckled
as he stepped a few inches forward. "That's a good boy. Gunna give daddy a
real blowjob, huh? Gunna give daddy a woods blowjob just like all the other
sluts, huh, baby?"

I nodded as I sucked and nursed on the huge penis.

"Fuuuuck yeah, suck for seed.just like that", he said as he watched closely
as his erection slowly went deeper into my small mouth.

"Daddy won't be able to get it all in.but its enough to do the job", he
added.

Just then, we heard a noise and the man braced.

"Shhh", he immediately said as he practically pulled me around to the
opposite side of the huge tree. "Shhh", he repeated. As we waited, I saw
his penis hanging long and thick out of the fly of his trousers and went to
reach for it. But he blocked my hand by grabbing gently but sternly at my
small wrist.

"Nooo, not now", he whispered.

We again heard more thrashing and crunching of leaves. And now even I was
getting nervous. We were off the path, even if by only a couple of feet,
and the way the man was acting was scaring me.

"Stay still. Someone might be coming", he whispered as he tucked his huge,
now soft, penis back into his trousers. Quickly, he zipped them up and
stood tall.

"Stay here a minute", he instructed. "If I don't come back, it was fun."

And with that the man walked off and down the path back toward the
playground.

I knew to stay still didn't know what a minute was.  I didn't have a
wristwatch and even if I had one, I couldn't tell time.

But I wasn't afraid since I knew that my grandpa was somewhere up ahead on
the same path.

I stood beneath the tree for what seemed like an eternity and even spotted
a big, red bird on a limb real high above me.

Then, I again heard noises. Those same noises were coming up the path once
again. But it seemed an even louder crunching of twigs and leaves. I held
my head down listening closely and was startled, as I raised my head again
once the loud noises had instantly ceased, to see the man had returned. And
standing on either side of him were two other men.

"You ready to play more of the zipper game, baby?", the man asked.


To be continued
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