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title: 'Born a Juice Drinker'
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### Born a Juice Drinker

Date: Wed, 5 Apr 2006 14:37:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: gloryhole junkie <mrghjunkie@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Born a Juice Drinker", chs 1, 2, 3

Born a Juice Drinker:
The Real-Life Adventures of Every Man's Favorite Little Guy, Kevy
by: Mr.gloryholeJUNKIE
mrghjunkie@yahoo.com


Disclaimer:

Since it is assumed that all readers are of a legal age prior to ingesting
the lurid details of following true story, it is strongly advised that they
never act out on any desires or behaviors depicted in "Born a Juice
Drinker: Real-Life Adventures of Every Man's Favorite Little Guy, Kevy".

The story is heavily based on the author's own childhood. Some details have
been altered for reasons of story-telling. And, of course, any names have
been changed (if they were ever known) in order to protect the "off the
Doppler radar" guilty.

Remember that the story related here had occurred "many moons ago" (around
the time of the first man on the moon landing, in fact). Although morality
wasn't different back then, "times" were.

When these things happened, although there were certainly telephones and
color television, contemporary spoil-sports such as security cams
everywhere, the Internet and a crazed, hyper awareness (of what really
happens between men and a small boy sometimes) within general society were
still far off on the horizon.

In other words, this took place in a period of time when a child could sit
in a large men's room somewhere and take cumloads half the day without
detection. And it all happened in a time, when such things were rarely
referred to as "molestation". Although it was never something embraced by
society, rather than thinking of it as we do today, the playtime of a
little guy in a washroom was not even a thought in most people's minds.

Although a mother would warn her sons not to "talk to any strangers" in the
restroom, the thought that men would actually ejaculate in the kid's mouth
rarely even came to mind. And dads at the time were never even prompted to
warn their sons about some pervert in the restroom or the seven-inch
diameter glory holes drilled between a row of stalls.

All that was just part and parcel of the times. Kids wandered into the
restroom at the mall and got or gave a blowjob without any interruptions.
It was an era, in fact, when the big cock jammed into a kid's mouth easily
could have been that of the Chief of Mall Security.

Back when the story took place, anyone from an old cocksucker hungry for
teenaged cumloads to big-dicked executive dads looking to be blown by a
slutty kid to a little boy being shown, at the long row of urinals, how six
"grown ups" ejaculate, would populate almost any public men's room you'd
happen to find. A cocksucking teenaged boy could sit in a stall all day
sucking men through a glory hole or right in his stall.

It was a rather amazing era. And one that is, essentially gone.

And so its not advisable for all sorts of reasons, not the least of which,
legal, that adult men do not seek out or participate in such things
(especially where a child may be present).

Adhere to all laws in your area.

The story graphically depicts sexual acts between young children and adult
males. It is based on factual details of the author's life while growing up
and is copyrighted/2006 to the author. Please do not publish, re-post or
use in any manner without the author's prior written consent.

The author welcomes all e-mails from his readers. He does read them all and
appreciates the comment, ideas and suggestions from the many, many men who
write to him. All e-mails with attachments are discarded without being
opened or read. No photographic attachments are either solicited or
welcome. A lengthy, written e-mail is always most welcome although all mail
is read and appreciated thoroughly. The author tries to incorporate your
ideas, requests and suggestions whenever possible. If you do not receive a
personal reply from the author, do know that your e-mail has been read and
is perhaps being "answered" through his stories.

send e-mail to: mrghjunkie@yahoo.com


Preface:

Why is it that some little kids violently refuse to eat spinach or a lemon
ice while other little kids suck down viscous, semi-salty semen like its
ambrosia?

It may be a question for the Ages. How is it that one child spits up the
chocolate his mommy gives him while another nurses for sperm like he's
never had such a treat in his life?

Of course, I only know of such from having been like the latter child. I
never winced at semen. Well, perhaps I winced the first couple of times.
But I drank the stuff. I could never understand, ever since I was knee-high
to my daddy (and any man standing in front of me with his cock hanging out
of his pants) how people don't like to eat semen.

In drunkard's terms, I could knock back a six pack when I wasn't even yet
in kindergarten. And it wasn't as if I was "trained" to acquire an appetite
for the stuff. The thirst was just there - even to the surprise of my dad
and the many adult men who'd watch as I'd chug a load of their stuff down
like a pre-school cumpig.

And I suppose that after a couple of dozen cumloads - from various
"sources" - is swallowed, a little guy (no matter how little) does
officially earn the title. cumpig.

In all sincerity, I could have drunk down semen all day long when I was a
pre-schooler and in kindergarten. It was just the way I was; the way I was
built; the way I was made.

I took to semen like it was just something completely natural to drink out
of the bodies of grown up daddies. And yet, no one actually "taught" me
that. And no one forced me to get accustomed to the taste of cum. No one
was raping me or squirting their semen on my biscuits when I was teething
(well, not that I can recall anyway).

Although my father had a great body and let me look at it whenever we were
alone from the time I can first remember anything, he wasn't ejaculating on
my Cream of Rice or rubbing some of his semen on my lips when he'd change
my diapers.

No. I just came to an awareness of adult, "daddy" penises all on my own.
And when that first one bust a nut while between my lips when I was four, I
simply sucked down the semen like it were something natural for me to do -
and to enjoy.

Obviously, not all little guys are as self-realized as was I by age four.
And not all, in fact, most kids would cringe at the mere thought of
drinking some hot, viscous, pearlescent batter spewing out of the hairy
penis of some adult male.

Perhaps I was the exception, although I have come to realize that many
other men out there also knew what they wanted at a very tender age. But
maybe I was an oddity as a tyke, that boy who could drink semen out of any
penis pushed between my lips, as if the man were spewing a fountain drink
out of his scrotum.

Without any coercion, by age four, I didn't think anything of being allowed
to drink down the warm babyjuices from several men in one sitting.

What kid can do that? You really have to wonder. Having been that kid, I
must say that its only the "natural-born cumpig" who'd not squirm or cry
when yet some other man stepped up to pump off a round of cum into his cum
dump of a little mouth.

Many dads can't get their kid to sit still or behave even as they just try
to tie their shoes for them. And yet, my daddy could set me on the potty in
a park restroom and I'd sit there as complete strangers would take turns
standing in front of me for one minute or sometimes ten minutes as they'd
take turns feeding me a load of their thick, milky daddy fluids.

And instead of wriggling away, crying or "zoning out" as would an abused
child, I was completely present and hungry for more. Of course, I couldn't
suck them as well as I learned to do as some time passed (and experienced
was gained). I couldn't handle deep throating each cock pushed into my face
when I was four-years of age (although some men forced that to happen here
and there), but it was enough for most to just be able to squirt their
loads of semen between a little kid's lips. That was usually all it took
and was enough to satisfy most of them.

Of course, in looking back, I can only imagine why. It's staggering to
think of just how many men took the opportunity to put their big dick
between a child's lips and pump huge volleys of their semen into him.

It may take a certain type of man to do that (although the type ranges far,
wide and enormous of number). But it also takes a certain type of a little
kid to be on the receiving end of all that "attention" - and cum.

You'll sometimes spot a boy who looks like he knows his way around inside a
man's pants. It's a vibe or a look that some kids have that tell you that
they know what daddy or men have inside their trousers. There is a look in
their eyes that is different than that in other kids' eyes.

You especially see it in the gaze of some little boys at places like
Wal-Mart or a go-cart track. They can be hip-high to everyone else there
but they have that look in their face which tells a knowing man that
they're experienced.

And for better or worse, a lot of them are. A secret many fathers keep (and
for good reason) is that they let their little guy play with the big gun
sometimes. And a surprising number of fathers purposely love to expose
their sons to horny adult men, even if they don't want the kid molested.

Recently, I witnessed a dad doing just that down in Florida. This man, who
looked like nothing but trouble, inexplicably had brought his
eight-year-old son right into the seediest heart of the adult entertainment
zone. I suppose, if it had been night, some patrol vehicles may have been
present and that would have discouraged such a father-son "sight seeing"
trip to a XXX parking lot.

But as we guys all know, its in daylight, during 9 to 5 working man hours
that can be sleazier and skankier than anything that occurs after dark.
When its day-time, that's when all the working and office daddies are
looking to get their rocks off. And you haven't seen men, dads, go so low
as those who cruise the adult bookstore, glory hole and theater zones at
noon time. These men would squirt a load on a crucifix, a dog, an old lady,
a bagel if they'd pass one.

As many readers can well imagine, the streets around a bunch of XXXs and
dirty bookstores in Florida are almost as nasty as the establishments
themselves. Hell, you'll even see a druggie-hooker working out of the back
of some car as her boyfriend-pimp hovers nearby. Right out in the open, at
two in the afternoon, when the cops aren't around, these chicks will
service a customer. Sometimes they don't even mind a couple of men watching
as they pass by on their way into the XXX theater where gangbangs are
assured.

And that's the scene in which this dad had taken his eight-year-old. But I
suppose he knew he was legally within his rights since he was simply parked
on a "public" street (forget the fact that that public street ran alongside
three of the sleaziest hardcore adult business, of course).

I suppose they'd just tell a cop, had any passed, that they were just
eating a cheese sandwich or something. I guess a cop could tell them its
best to move along but as it's a pubic street, this dad had every right to
be parked where he was parked with his kid.

As I pulled into the parking lot of one of the filthy XXX theaters which
had ten screens of porn to make sure every guy with every taste would be
brought together for the maximum fun, (and those of you who love bookstore
and theater fun, you guys know this well), you're immediately drawn into
that unique masculine energy which surrounds such places.

I guess that within any red light or adult zone that caters to the horniest
perverts and bastards all day and all night for years, twenty-four-seven
and without much restriction, the male sexual energies abound. Perhaps it's
the aura of horniness that radiates from thousands of men in heat. Or maybe
its an energy even more tangible as it flows, pours and shoots out of so
many cocks. You can't have tens of thousands of men shooting their nut in
one location without all that combined physical energy having some effect
on the place.

As I pulled into a parking space, along side the furthest side of the
theater building, which was located, of course, in a poor, half-industrial
zoned neighborhood, I noticed three men talking to one another next to a
tree. It was a tree between the parking lot and the curb. They were all
about forty to fifty and looked like regular joes.

It seemed strange to see men "loitering" like that. But it was only a
little before noon and so I figured that these guys may have just bumped
into one another coming or going from the XXX. Or maybe they were waiting
for a gangbang pig to arrive (the men use cell phones to call everyone they
know when they see a person taking on all cummers in one of the many
theaters in the adult zone). Or perhaps they were parking lot cruisers,
those regulars who stop paying the twenty-dollar admission fee for the
theater who instead have learned to just suck dick or get blown car side in
the cruisy parking lots of the porn places.

That's what had first caught my eye. But as I sat there, trying to
determine if they were indeed parking lot cruisers (and therefore the
parking lot would be the place to hang for a few minutes), I saw then
laughing some and looking over to a certain vehicle.

I also notice that each of the three men was standing in a rather tight
circle as they talked. And each had his hands - both hands - inside his
front pants pockets in that fidgety manner common to many men excited by
the fact they know that they're up to no good. I looked more carefully and
it seemed obvious that one had a full erection boning down his leg and
that, more than likely, these three were playing curbside pocket pool.

Of course, I became more intrigued once I could clearly see, even at fifty
paces, that one of the men was sporting wood. But they were just talking
and seemingly glancing off to the curb and down a few yards.

So that's to where my eyes went and sure enough I spotted this dad in his
car, a beat up Olds Cutlass, sitting in the front seat with his son beside
him in the passenger seat. It was warm and all their windows were open.

No one, (or no one that I could see anyway), was "doing" anything. It was
just these three men (each playing fidgety pocket pool) and some white
trash dad in his late twenties sitting in a parked car with his
eight-year-old boy.

It was a nice sunny afternoon, so men standing outside a smoky,
semen-reeking cock hole of a theater might make some sense. especially with
theaters that have in & out privileges (in & out of the facility - all porn
places give guys the in & out ...of other guys' holes...privilege).

And it might make sense that some trashy father would be there with the
windows open as he and his kid were waiting, maybe for the kid's slutty
mother to be done stripping inside one of the bookstores).

But I sat and watched some more and as I did, I noticed that the men
continued to chuckle some as they'd look at the car and "jiggle the keys"
within their pockets.

What made it more intriguing, though, was that the trashy dad kept looking
over at the trio but didn't seem uncomfortable. His engine was off and he
and the boy just sat there in the front seat. It didn't surprise me to see
that three men were loitering around a big sleazy XXX parking lot, the only
thing in the dumpy vicinity, since such men are often up to any nasty
fucking they can maybe lay their hand on.

Instead, I think I would have imagined that a more normal dad, even white
trash, with his kid in tow, may have moved his car after seeing three
strange men hovering around. Even though it was noon, you'd think a dad,
especially if he were only waiting for his whore of a wife or girlfriend to
be done with her shift, would re-park elsewhere.

But he didn't. I watched the dad. He was maybe thirty at most. But he could
have been one of those hard-living meth-addicted dads of twenty-four. When
they're fucked up, it's hard to tell age. He was watching the three men who
were up a few yards from where he was parked along the curb.

Even from where I sat, I could see that the boy was cute in a genuine
Florida redneck child abuse house sort of a way. He had his clothes on but
even from several feet away, his tee shirt, like his sandy brown hair
looked a bit dingy. He seemed to be playing some sort of a Gameboy as he
sat in the car.

Every so often, the dad said something to the boy and he'd look up at the
three men. From a different point of view, you might not have even put the
two groupings together but I happened upon the perfect vantage point when I
randomly parked where I had parked.

I could see that the boy was looking at the men whose pants were tented -
especially one of them. The trio chuckled slightly as two fully could see
that their one friend was showing big wood inside his polyester slacks. I
looked closer at the three men and sideways, in profile, another of them
also had a big mound protruding as he, too, fiddled within his own slacks.

And the boy was looking right at them. But it seemed that the dad was
telling him to look. It almost seemed that he might have been making a game
of it like, "Look at those pervs over there, son. See the one? His dick is
fucking pitched in those pants of his. What a perv".

Of course, I had to watch more closely and in doing so, I suppose I became
a fourth (maybe fifth, if you count the dad) hovering around wondering what
might happen.

As I sat in the front seat, one of the three men at the tree saw me. He
looked and then gestured to his buddies who also glanced in my direction.
They didn't move though or disband. One nodded as the others continued to
talk.

I, of course, hadn't planned to become a parking lot cruiser, let alone a
noontime pervert scoping out some kid with other men who looked as if they
could have all had kids of their own twice the age of the scruffy little
boy sitting in the car.

The dad's arm then came out his window. He let it hang there as his
cigarette was held between his fingers. But it looked like a signal to me.
I stared closer at him, as he didn't seem aware of my presence. From his
posture behind the wheel, you could tell he was slightly sprawled out on
the bench seat. The kid had to have been able to see his dad's crotch
pretty well as he sat that way.

I wasn't the only one who thought the dad's smoking arm and posturing might
be a signal for something. The three men clearly must have thought the same
thing as their bodies perked up even more as they watched the man bring his
long, hairy and muscular arm up to his window as he went to puff his
cigarette once before letting his arm fall out the window again.

No joke, but that had the man with the obscenely pitched tent (extremely
evident despite his hands in his pockets) shift a bit as now all three men
casually faced the car. But one could tell they were just showing their
baskets some, in a most passive-aggressive manner as though perhaps if they
advertised what was on their mind (or in their pants), the dad might flag
them over.

But at this exact same time, two other men emerged from another car which
was parked about six cars down from where I sat. I hadn't even seen them
and couldn't be sure if they'd been paying attention to my whereabouts. But
they sure were aware of the car with the kid and his dad - and of the three
men.

These two new guys were both middle-aged, nice builds but definitely just
the average joe married dads playing around as they will on a weekday
afternoon at the XXX.

They may or may not have recognized the three other men. But when horny
outside a porn theater in a dump of a neighborhood, and while curious about
something potentially exciting, whether or not they know one another, every
man is your buddy in such situations.

Hell, inside one of the theaters later, I walked between two screening
rooms and spontaneously I was reeled into a conversation with four other
men who were talking in vivid detail about some gangbang that had occurred
there earlier. All were very revved up and horny as they heard one describe
what had happened. Someone had come in and was gangbanged by 30 men (these
guys told me about how men cell phone buddies when a gangbang cumpig
arrives - and the round robin method works. These guys needn't hang out all
day waiting, they just speed on over when they know someone is there taking
all loads).

Florida is so hardcore, its perversion is "efficient".

From my car, I watched the five men form a loose circle as they seemed to
be waiting for some clearer signal from the beat up Olds. I suppose they
thought the dad should invite them over or something.

But since that just wasn't happening, one of the men it seems was selected
or volunteered to wander over to the car to see what was up (and maybe
speed things along). It's a nice enough looking, trim man in beige slacks
who acts as scout for the rest. His dick is making a nicely-shaped pushing
outward sort of a solid bulge in his slacks. Not too obscene but certainly
apparent to anyone looking.

He does the "checking things out" dance at a distance as he slowly
approaches the Olds. And again, wouldn't you think a dad who wasn't
cockteasing men with his kid would have waved him off - or better, just
driven off?

Instead, he sits there and he has his son watching. You guys, anyone would
have seen the bulge in this man's slacks. And the other men, standing in a
loose circle seemed to think they were zoning in on or scoring something
pretty nasty since you could see they were holding their breath and
fiddling more inside their pants pockets.

I watched as the scout goes over to the kid's side of the car first, but is
a good fifteen feet from the open window. It's obvious, he's trying to get
a good look at the potential play toy, and perhaps, see what he could see.

The man than wanders back to the front of the Olds and it's the dad who
says "hey" or "hi" or some such thing. That makes the man feel free to
approach the driver's side open window.

Now, the way the car is parked at the curb, its low, so the dad has to
notice the crotch of the man standing on the sandy grass. The man's bulge
is level to the window as he stands there and says something to the dad. I
can see the dad look at his son who is prompted to say hi to the man at the
window.

And now you know that the kid can't miss the tenter inside this stranger's
pants as its no more than three feet from him.

The dad looks over at the other men standing in a spot where a tree, a fire
hydrant and some sort of city electrical box met on a ten square foot
patch.

The man in beige slacks with the full out tenter actually rubs his cock
through his slacks. But he does it in such a manner that I suppose he could
claim to be "Italian" or some such thing and was just "adjusting" himself
(yeah, adjusting his huge Italian boner so some kid or his dad could get a
better look at its length).

Even I'm a bit stunned seeing these men being so bold. But it was along the
vacant side of a XXX in the middle of a sleazy adult zone. And no cops were
anywhere around, it seemed. But I did start getting nervous. These men
might have done such things often when the opportunities presented
themselves (I know it wasn't the first kid brought to the parking lots of
some XXXs).

But when the man began rubbing himself, and the other at the window
stretched just as if he were only doing so to show the kid what he had,
too, well, I started to get edgy. In my opinion, what they were doing was
getting to be a bit too obvious. How did I know someone in some other car
or through a broken window in the boarded up print shop across the street
wasn't watching, too?

That's what's interesting about men in such situations. They seem to think
that they're alone (no matter how many are in the huddle wanting to get on
the train forming for some trashy kid's ass).

I sat there a moment more as the man at the window was pointing at the
other men and they seemed to be making arrangements - or maybe it was just
asking direction - when a patron from the XXX came out and got into the
large SUV right beside my car. As he stood at his door, opening it, he
could see the men cruising around the Olds and then he glanced at me
watching them.

He smiled big at me as he got into his truck. It wasn't a nasty smile or
anything threatening. If anything, he looked like a man in a good mood
after a morning of feeding his cock to the meat eaters inside a porn
theater.

But as he drove off, I feared that realistically, if he did suspect or not
like something, I'd be the only one he could identify. And since I was the
only one in his visibility "attached" to a vehicle, what if he had taken
down my tags?

So I got out of the car. When I did, I think the men at the tree and
electric box, thought I was hoping to join them - on whatever it was they
were or were not up to.

But instead I turned on my heels and headed up the dumpy sloping driveway
and into the theater (where I spent ten hours sucking off literally dozens
and dozens of cocks).

But even now as I write this, to share it with you guys, I wonder what
happened outside that day at Olds Cutlass.

You wonder how so many men, in similar circumstances, come together to form
such a quick and intimate alliance to do something that they'd never
discuss away from the shadow of some XXX or anywhere around their wives.
And yet, they quickly find one another without anything but camaraderie. In
any aspect of life, other than putting their dicks in some nasty fun, you
know that these guys would be arguing about everything from politics to
auto parts.

So, I was inside this XXX, a place that's simply out of control as men come
in, unzip and let anyone and everyone play with their dicks. At one point,
at any one time, there were twenty-four (two dozen) men unzipped, dicks out
and just standing along the dark side wall letting guys blow them. And
there were, I'm guessing, about another thirty in seats, slowly beating off
to the straight porn on screen.

Fortunately, there was only one other "group collective" cocksucker in the
joint. So you can do the math.

But about three hours after I'd last seen them and had entered, I see three
of the guys from out in the parking lot. They come in, two and then the
third joined them. They're looking all "refreshed" even in the dim light of
the theater. And they got wood in their slacks (again - not bad for the
so-called middle-aged married male, I'd say).

I get over to them, to where they're standing and they let me grope them
lewdly and in a big, purposeful way. I was playing with the crotches they
were showing to that kid and his dad earlier. And I wanted to know if
they'd been doing any false advertising. So I unzipped two at once and then
reached and unzipped the third guy. As they're pulling out their dicks,
knowing the drill and knowing I was there to slobber on all dicks (like
they cared as most men in such places feed their dicks and semen like slop
to the pigs), I see they're all pretty well hung. One is hanging like a big
dago daddy.

I start blowing them and they're all like friends used to group stuff.
Without any effort or prompting, they all gather closely in a huddle and
know I'm going to blow them at once. And my lips stretch to go around these
three daddy pervert dicks. Or at least I figure them to be perverts.

As I'm sucking them, al at once, I'm wondering if these dicks had just been
inside some Floridian trailer trash kid, or in his dad or in both of them.


Born a Juice Drinker: The Real-Life Adventures of Every Man's Favorite
Little Guy, Kevy By: Mr.gloryholeJUNKIE

Chapter One


Some little boys are just learning the alphabet at the age of four. But by
the time I was that age, I was already spending whole days sucking on big
pee pees and letting men shoot their babyjuice into me.

Not that I minded or anything. I rather sought it out, in fact. Ever since
I could remember, I had this fascination with my own daddy's body. And I
would never fail to look at all the bulges of grown up men when we'd be
somewhere like the zoo or the grocery store.

It was as if there were some natural, inborn attraction I had to the
physiques (especially where they bulged between the legs) of grown up men.

It wasn't anything I was taught. It was an innate attraction or desire on
my part. My daddy told me, later, that even when I'd be in a stroller with
him, I'd sometimes try to reach out and grab some man's crotch when we'd be
standing in line at the hardware store or when positioned next to men
washing their hands at the sinks in a large public restroom.

And so of course, as would happen, (sooner or later to such a little guy),
it didn't take long before some men figured out what I was put here
for. And once men find out such a little one is under foot, they waste no
time helping him get what he wants most. It's just the way of it, so long
at they don't think they'll get caught (or caught by the wrong people).

Perhaps more common than not, as would happen to such a tyke, the first
cock ever put into my mouth was that of real grown up, who at the time, was
at least almost forty years older than me - and a total stranger. I didn't
even know who he was and at the time would have had a hard time, really,
pointing him out by his face only.

I do know that he was at my grandmother's house to fix her huge boiler-type
heater. And I do recall that I was staying with her for the month that my
parents were vacationing in Bermuda. But other than that, I had never seen
the man ever before.

I had only seen one other penis before in my life up to that time as
well. (Well, other than my own). I had seen my dad's penis a whole lot. He
hadn't yet started molesting me at that point but he was already showing me
his well-built hairy body and penis whenever the opportunity arose. He was
thirty years old then and had a massively thick slab of meat between his
legs. Without ever doing anything directly sexual with me, he showed it off
to me all the time and let me look long and hard at his physique.

Casually, he'd have that big thing swing and sway as he'd get me ready to
take a shower with him. He always faced me inside the shower stall, his
penis right in my face just inches from my mouth. Or I'd be talking to him
when he'd arrive home in the evening after work.

He'd set his briefcase down in the foyer as I'd be hugging one of his legs,
his thigh, and squooshing my little face into his heavy crotch. He'd let me
tag along as he'd go straight into the bathroom where he'd lock the door,
unzip his suit pants and go pee. I'd continue to tell him about some toy or
cartoon as he'd let me watch him pull out his penis which looked like a
super thick, super long snake to me. He was uncut and the foreskin always
looked so yummy to me even then.

I'd be allowed to stand right next to him - my face level with his big
adult daddy penis as he's pee. He'd talk to me about my cartoon concern or
whatnot as he'd grin down at me, knowing I was staring at his long cock.

And whenever my mom would leave the room or be preoccupied with something,
my dad would lead me into his bedroom where he'd change his suit clothes
into something casual. He'd stand there in just his undershorts in front of
me and that way, I could see how his penis made them bulge real big. Then
he'd pull them down and wink at me as he'd ask if I'd go to his dresser and
get him a fresh pair of jockey shorts. He had even moved them all to the
lowest drawer one night just so I could do this little errand for him. He
could see I couldn't reach them where my mommy originally had them, so we
"changed" drawers - in the bureau - one night when she wasn't around.

I'd take my time picking out a new pair for him, not that the drawer wasn't
full of mostly the same sort. But even at three and four, I was dawdling
because it allowed me to look his heavy nuts and that beautiful dick of his
even longer as he'd just stand there, smiling and totally naked, while he'd
wait.

One time, I pulled out this funny looking thing in daddy's underwear drawer
and giggled since it just looked naughty. I gave it to my dad instead of
the usual Jockey shorts but he said, "No, not that", in a happy voice.

I asked, "Why not?"

And he replied, "That's for when I play sports".

I asked what it was and he said it was his jockstrap.

I had never seen or heard of such a thing before and asked what it was for.

"While you get daddy his regular underpants, I'll show you", he answered.

I went back to his drawer and as I did, my dad slipped on the jockstrap. I
was amazed that anyone could wear such a thing - especially an adult
daddy. It seemed so naughty and didn't even have a butt side to it.

My eyes widened as he stood there, hands on his hips, the cloth of the
jockstrap bulging huge. His hairy chest and legs were framed by the small
but obscenely packed pouch of the thing. I held his regular briefs in one
hand as I stepped in front of him. I could feel the heat of my daddy's body
and his crotch as it was only inches from my little face.

"Like it?", my dad asked as he looked down at me with a grin.

I nodded my head as I stared at the huge, meaty bulge. I had never seen
anything so handsome in all my life. "Can't you wear that?", I asked.

"I could", my dad replied. "But it's for chores and when daddy plays
sports."

"Why?", I remember asking, not knowing what a small underpant like that had
to do with sports or raking the leaves.

My dad chuckled as he took the briefs from my hand. He then hefted his
large nuts within the jockstrap and said, "When you get older, men need
more support for these."

He could see I didn't quite understand and so he pulled the front of the
jockstrap to one side and exposed his large scrotum to me. "When you get
older, to be a teenager and older, a boy gets bigger down here...", he
began to say.

"Like you daddy", I interrupted. "Are super bigger, biggest, bigger than
anyone there. Bigger than me".

Then, he pulled them off and slipped on his regular briefs as he told me to
put his jockstrap back into the drawer.


Even at age three and four, I thought a grown man's penis was the most
wonderful looking thing on Earth. I didn't even touch one yet but I knew
that daddies were built entirely differently than mommies and that for some
reason, all I wanted to do was touch a grown up man's penis.

Then, at age four, while at my grandmother's house, I not only got to touch
one but I also had one put in my mouth and drank the funny, slimy juice
that shot out of one.

My grandmother was a widow and lived in a large old house in Wilmette, a
north shore suburb of Chicago. Just at that period of time, she had started
to have hip problems making it very difficult for her to climb stairs more
than a couple of times a day and she saved that chore for getting up to the
second floor where her bedroom was located.

When the repairman got to the house, she asked the man if he would be
alright with the idea if I were to tag along with him in the basement to
watch him work. I suppose it would give her a break from watching over me
and may have prevented the man from wanting to waste any unnecessary time,
therefore padding her bill.

The man looked at me and nodded. "Fine by me", he replied as he shrugged
his shoulders. "I got a little guy, a little older than him at home. So no
problem", he said to my grandmother.

My grandmother explained what the problem seemed to be and then escorted
the man to the doorway which led to the long, steep stairway that went down
to the sprawling, old basement.

I was always interested in adult men and so I happily followed behind the
strong looking man down to the basement - even though grandma's basement
was always a very scary place to me. I was only down there once before when
my mom and dad brought some boxes down there one time.

There was a bare light bulb overhead but the basement smelled musty, damp
and felt like a castle dungeon. My grandmother had closed the door behind
us, after telling the man that she could be found on the front porch when
he was done.

The man reached up and pulled a cord turning on another ceiling light. But
that, too, did very little since the room was so huge. "We" hunted a bit
for the boiler but then found it in the center of the basement, between two
massive support columns. Even that, the big heater unit, was sort of scary
looking to me when I was four years old since it looked something like a
super big drum barrel or a missile bomb. It was bigger than my whole body!

The man didn't even really talk to me other than to ask me how old I was. I
told him I was four and he chewed his gum some as he looked at me. "Well, I
have to see what's making this machine here rumble at night", he then said
as he got down on knees and began unscrewing little metal panels on the
heater.

I didn't do anything but stand there until the man asked if I knew what a
wrench looked like. I didn't so he showed me one as he reached into his
tool box. He then laid flat on his back since whatever he needed to look at
was low to the ground.


Although I have never touched a grown up's penis before, I did know what
adults like daddy had inside their trousers and even their work pants. I
remember seeing the huge lump inside this man's gray jumpsuit as he had
first come into the house. And now, as I squatted beside him, I simply did
what any four-year-old boy might do and I squeezed the big, thick lump
inside his pants.

To this day, I recall doing that and not even sure what prompted me to
grope an adult stranger in that manner. It had to have been the innocence
of a child which allowed me to do it - and for him to not say a word. And
yet, obviously, I was being anything but innocent. I knew what was inside a
man's pants. And he said he was a daddy and I knew that daddies definitely
had a penis inside there.

I was so little and naive that I didn't even fear or think a man might get
angry or upset about someone doing such a thing. I only wanted to feel it
and maybe play with it. Why would any grown up men be mad at someone for
wanting to do that?

The man clearly felt my small hand on the bulge of his cover alls as I then
squeezed the big, thick mound within. But he not only didn't stop working
but he barely flinched. It was then. in retrospect, that I knew that the
man was either a seasoned child molester or was just one more daddy who was
more than happy to became one for the first time that day. Because he just
stayed on his back, acting like nothing was happening as I continued to
manipulate the massive thickness contained inside his pants.

And it was a good thing he didn't flinch. I suppose if he had, he would
have scared me and I might have run to the stairs. Instead he just
continued to tinker with something inside the boiler as he let me go on
with my exploration of the thing between his legs.

I couldn't reach into his pants because he was zipped into this gray-blue
workman's jumpsuit that had a label on it that spelled his name and the
name of the Heating & Cooling company he worked for.

So for a minute or more I had to be content to just feel and squeeze his
huge mound that was getting harder and bigger with each of my gropes. Soon
I was in awe of how his daddy penis made it look like he had football
inside his pants that was straining to bust out. The fabric was stretched
to capacity as his penis grew super thick and long upwards toward his belly
button.

It was then that the man stopped what he was pretending to do - but only
for a moment. I watched as he gripped the tab of the zipper on his work
jumpsuit. It was up at his chest but without a word, he pulled it down. As
he did so, it opened more and more exposing the fact he wore a striped
button shirt beneath the jumpsuit. He continued to lay there but he pulled
it down even more until I could see a belt buckle and then the front part
of his blue jeans.

And when he did that, I could see how his daddy penis was really straining
against the denim. It looked like it might bust out of his jeans. I reached
my little hand out and once again took as big a handful of his bulge as I
could. It was much too big for my little hand and so I leaned in and
squeezed him using both my hands.

He just laid there and went back to working on my grandmother's heater. I
don't remember him even looking at me or saying a word as he let me "play"
with him "down there" - in the basement and between his legs.

After a little more feeling him up, the repairman stopped his work and
gently but firmly grabbed my right wrist. He was certainly gentle since he
didn't hurt me at all although his hand was much bigger and stronger than
my skinny little wrist.

"Want to see what my own little boy gets to play with?", the man muttered
low as he got himself up off the cement floor. Suddenly, I was reminded how
much bigger and taller he was than me. I stood up, too but barely came up
to where his legs met at his crotch. I looked up and he had a very serious
expression on his face as he rather quickly and unceremoniously unbuttoned
the buttons on his bulging blue jeans.

"If people only know what you little scamps love to play with", he
whispered in a deep voice. "Give you kids all that Playskool shit but its
in here that's what all you little boy sluts want to play with. Ain't that
right?", he said as he tapped his huge bulge.

I nodded but only because I did want to play with it.

"Just like my own little boy...", the man mumbled as he reached into the
fly of his jeans and hauled out a massively thick penis, "...At the ready
whenever daddy needs to piss some thick, hot cum into a mouth. Ain't that
right?"

The man looked in the direction of the stairs although they weren't visible
before he released his monster penis and let me play with it where it hung.

I reached my little hands to hold the massive meat that hung straight at me
in my face, but couldn't get them around his shaft completely. I looked up
and the man said, "You're doing fine, it's just that its a whole lot bigger
than you."

I tugged a few times on his penis and loved it when the skin moved back and
forth. Then I could see that the head of his penis got shinier as it
drooled some clear liquid. I looked up at the man and asked, "Are you going
pee pee?"

"No, that ain't piss, kid", the man replied as he took it upon himself to
push his hips closer to me as to make the head of his penis bump and brush
against my lips. As he did that, the clear fluid oozing from his penis
coated my lips and all over my mouth. "I'm just making babyjuices."

"I'm not a baby though", I said, not understanding but enjoying the sweet
flavor of the mysterious fluid.

"It's all loaded in good stuff for little ones like you", the man replied
as he stared at the way the piss slit of his penis simply drooled copious
amounts of his precum onto my now sticky lips. Using his own hand, he
guided the head of his cock between my lips and gently pushed his way into
my small mouth, making sure the flow ran straight into my throat.

I sucked but then coughed as the sticky nectar was syrupy at the back of my
throat. I had never tasted or felt anything like that before. I could feel
some run along my tonsils but then as it was too much at once, I coughed on
the juices being sent out of the man's huge balls.

The heating & cooling man sensed my reaction after a few coughs and pulled
his cockhead out of my mouth.

"You like those babyjuices?", the man asked as he stared at me licking my
lips and trying to catch my breath a little.

I nodded simply because that seemed to be the thing to do. He may have
packed his penis away at that point - or not. But he didn't have to make
the decision because instead of having had enough or running away and back
upstairs, I reached out to feel his thick penis again. I even ran my small
fingers along his plump, hairy scrotum.

I knew that my daddy had a big scrotum like that, too and thought they were
so neat.

"That's where the babyjuices come from", the man whispered as he watched me
as I explored his nut sac. "You trampy little scamps like those big things,
don't you? I know you do. Giving you boy sluts a toy truck...when all you
want is what daddy's got hanging. Ain't that the truth!"

I stroked his hairy nuts some more when he again guided his cockhead to my
lips. "Suck on what you want, kid", he muttered low. "Suck on it like you
need to...just like my own son, only toy in the house he needs is the one
you got in your face right now."

The man slowly rubbed his big cock along my nose and all over my lips. I
stood there and felt the warm, heavy flesh of his daddy penis. Then he
gently but very firmly grabbed the back of my head and held it in place.

"You want a load of daddy's baby juice, don't you, kid?", the man muttered
low as he looked straight at his cockhead pushing its way between my
lips. I looked straight ahead at the man's lengthy shaft and all his dark,
curly pubic hairs that daddies have down there. I couldn't nod or move my
head so when I went to say, "Yes," the man took the opportunity to push his
penis right into my open mouth.

He pushed a few times trying to get a few inches of his cock into my mouth
as he had before when he drained his precum honey into me. But this time he
pushed more quickly, each time further as if he wanted his pee pee to
somehow enter my throat.

I couldn't even choke or cough because my mouth was so stuffed with this
adult man's super thick erection. He must have been looking at the way my
lips were stretched across his wide shaft and how my cheeks were bulging as
he let his cock play inside my four-year-old mouth.

He lewdly swiveled his hips some, never releasing his hold on the back of
my head as he seemed to be content enough with the fact he could only stick
four or so inches of his cock into my mouth. And yet I could see and
reached out to grasp a light hold in my small grip what was easily another
four inches of the man's cock.

"Didn't know I'd be feeding a baby this morning", the man mumbled as he
jabbed into my small mouth in a most determined manner. It caused my nose
to run and my mouth to drool a combination of my saliva and his sticky
river of daddy precum. But seeing that only made the man hornier. With his
free right hand, he grabbed my small hand off the base of his shaft and
placed it onto his massively plump scrotum.

"Going to feed you a big breakfast, kid", the man said in a nasty, deep
voice. "Didn't realize my morning load would be shot into a little one like
you. A man's morning load is his biggest, slut. But nothing I can do about
that now. You'll just have to drink it all down."

At that point, I was no longer even technically sucking on the huge penis
that was shoved into my mouth. Even if I, at age four, had been able to
actually give the man a full blowjob, (as I am certain I probably could and
would have), the man, instead, was basically towering over me, my head held
still in his left hand as he beat off into my mouth using his right hand.

"You little sluts all love this drink, don't you, son?", the man mumbled as
he stared at his cock wedged between my lips as he jerked it more and more
furiously. "Get ready for an extra big, milky breakfast, kid...", he added
as he continued to masturbate right into my small mouth.

I held his large hairy scrotum as he beat off. With his every stroke, his
nuts bounced around some and slugged around inside the hairy sac.

"Keep playing with my nuts, kid", the man muttered. "Just like that,
yeah...you're going to get a big fucking drink of a daddy;s baby
juuuuuuuuuice.....aawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwhhhhhhhhh!"

And as he groaned his knees buckled and my mouth was utterly flooded in
warm, almost hot, thick, salty and incredibly milky fluids. My throat
reflexes caused me to start gulping and swallowing it as it shot into my
mouth. I could do anything but drink down the juices the man was pumping
down into my throat. And he knew that as he continued to hold my head still
as he just let his cock unload volley after volley of cum into me.

I held his shaft and could feel it pulsating with every shot of his daddy
stuff. I drank and drank but it was too much - and too viscous for a little
one. The man's semen began to make me gag and cough but he didn't let
up. He was there to feed me all the breakfast that his penis could squirt
up.

But the semen made me cough as it plugged up my child-sized throat. A lot
of the white, pearlescent fluid began to spill out of the corner of my
mouth and even bubbled out through my nose. I remember all that overflow of
semen bubbling out through my nostrils.

I finally sensed he was done ejaculating in my mouth. I didn't even know
anything at the time of ejaculations or the fact that daddies made such a
drink for their little boys. I was taken by complete surprise at the fact
the man's penis began shooting all that milky stuff into me.

But although I gagged and sputtered up some of his semen when he pulled his
cock out of the back of my throat, I can't say that I was afraid or didn't
like it. Sure, it was quite overwhelming for a little one to be fed so much
semen from a grown up daddy. But I did rather like the taste of it.

The heating repairman even seemed to notice that fact when he looked at his
shiny cockhead sitting at my lips, a bit of semen still in the piss slit. I
looked up as he was staring down. When he caught my gaze he smirked and
muttered, "Baby's a fuckin' cumpig ....just like my own kid, aren't you?"

He then seemed to awake or caught himself and he quickly tucked his long,
meaty but now softening penis away. As he buttoned up his 501s, he
continued to look at me and in a genuinely fatherly voice, he asked if I
was okay.

I nodded as I licked some sticky glops of white stuff off my tiny
fingers. Only when I tasted them did I realize it was more of the man's
semen.

"That's good", the man said, again in a very stern but paternal voice. "You
like all that babyjuice, don't you?", he asked as he watched me closely as
my lips and little hand were covered in his sticky semen. He watched as I
swallowed a couple of times because I still could taste some of his sperm
was in my mouth.

Again I had to nod because I had. I looked up and him and smiled as I asked
as I pointed to his bulge, "Do all daddies have it inside there?"

"You bet, baby", the man said as he buckled his belt and then gently patted
his bulge. "All daddies got juice they can squirt into a little one like
you." He then paused as he looked at me. "You have a daddy?"

I nodded.

"He got it in his cock, too, kid", the man said. "You should ask to drink
his sometime. All daddies make that drink."

I didn't understand any of that part. I hadn't a clue about juices that
daddies made or anything about the penis being part of the sexual
reproduction of people. I only thought of penises as being for peeing
...and now, for fun and for something yummy to drink.

At that, he took a rag out of the back pocket of his coveralls and
thoroughly wiped up my face, chin and neck of all his semen and my
saliva. He wiped my whole face like my mommy would after a big pizza dinner
or something.

He then said, rather abruptly, "Well, I have to finish this job here."

He again knelt on the floor and went back working on the oil heater. But as
I stood there, right beside him, he gave me a tweak on my pull up pants
where my pee pee was. He held a wrench in his left hand as he took a few
moments to squeeze and play with my penis right through my pants. It felt
good but strange since no one had ever done that to me before "down there".

"Feels good, doesn't it, boy?", the man whispered as he glanced in the
direction of the stairs again.

I agreed and nodded as he continued to massage my small penis which was now
hard as rock.

"You let men feel you up a lot?", he asked as he continued to fondle
me. Even on his knees, he was still a head taller than me.

"Your daddy ever do this to you?". he asked.

I shook my head, not even thinking anyone, let alone one's daddy, would do
such a thing.

The man then ran his large, rough hand around my waist and right into the
waistband. It slipped inside and even inside my underpants as he cupped my
small butt. He felt me butt cheeks very gently but purposefully.

"You ever been fucked?", he asked.

I shook my head even though I didn't even know what the word meant. He
worked his middle finger between my butt cheeks and just tapped the finger
tip at my tiny, super tight rosebud.

"Anybody ever stick anything in you here?", the man asked.

I nodded and the man's eyes lit up. "Yeah? Who? Your dad?", the man asked.

I shook my head and confessed, "My mommy. She had to take my temp'ature,
but that was a long time ago."

The man smirked as his middle finger prodded at my drum tight hole without
penetrating it.

"Not a thermometer, slut", the man laughed although he didn't smile at
all. "Any daddies been in here?", he asked as he poked at my butt hole in a
very deliberate way.

I was mystified and awestruck. A daddy put his thingy inside my butt hole?

My eyes and mouth widened as I shook my head and replied, "Noooo. Never."

Not a minute later, my grandmother called for me to come upstairs. Hearing
just her voice at a distance, at the top of the steps, the man looked at me
as we listened to her saying, "Kevy. Come upstairs now. You've been down
there long enough. That the nice man probably can't get any work done. Come
on upstairs and get a snack."

As the man lewdly tapped his thick, adult middle finger against my tiny
butt hole, making me go, "Owwee", he said a quick "I hope you let your
daddy get a piece of this".  He then abruptly pulled his large hand out of
the back of my pants and told me to scoot upstairs.

"You better get up there before she comes down here", the man
ordered. "Don't tell her anything about what I gave you to
drink...otherwise this machine here might blow up in the night and your
grandmother's house won't have any heat all winter."

I swore I wouldn't say a word and the man, for the first time gave a small
smile. He must have known how gullible boys like me could be at age
four. He patted my head and said, "You're a good little cum eater. Grow up
and eat all the cum we daddies want to shoot into you. Okay?"

I smiled big since I was so happy and proud to be a good little cum eater -
whatever that was.

"Promise?", the man asked as he groped his basket openly. "Promise to let
any man feed you like that - the same way I did?"

"Uh ha", I promised the man. "I swear."

"And get your daddy to feed you his babyjuices", the man added in a hushed
voice as I turned to go to the stairway. "Okay?"

"Okay", I yelled happily. I suppose at that age, I really thought it would
be as easy as tugging down my daddy's zipper when he got home from vacation
with mommy and sucking it out of his big pee pee - no questions asked.

I then ran upstairs and ate some milk and cookies. A bit later, when the
repairman was done, I was in the living room watching cartoons but I had
heard his voice in the kitchen. I ran into the kitchen to say good bye as
my grandmother was signing her receipt. He didn't say anything to
me. Instead, he just looked at me and nodded.

My grandmother apologized if I had gotten in his way down in the
basement. But he shook his head as he put his clipboard with his copy of
the receipt under his arm and got ready to leave. "Not at all", he said, as
he headed out the back door off the kitchen. "Little scamps like that are
nice sometimes to have underfoot when you're working. Breaks up the work
day."

I ran back to the living room and my cartoons, wondering why the man hadn't
even said good bye to me. I ate his babyjuice and everything after all.


Chapter Two


My parents didn't return from their vacation for another couple of weeks
and when they did, I had already sort of forgotten about the big repairman
putting his penis in my mouth. Yet, when I got home with my mom and dad the
night they came by to grandmother's house to pick me up, it all came back
to me.

My mommy had to run out to the super market to get some food, since the
house had been empty for a month. Right when she was leaving, my daddy said
he'd shower and start gathering their dirty clothes for the washer.

I ran into their bedroom and hopped onto the bed, so happy to be at
home. My dad stood there and began to take off his clothes so he could hop
into the shower. Looking back, he essentially did a strip tease for me as
he stood at the foot of the bed and slowly took off everything from his
wristwatch, to then unbuttoning and opening his white button down shirt to
slowly reveal his hairy chest and stomach. I perked up some when he got to
the "good part" and began to slowly unbuckle his trousers.

It had been so long since I had seen my daddy's body and seen him in front
of me in just his underpants. He let his trousers open, and my eyes went
straight to the massive white bulge of his briefs. Knowing now, as an
adult, I realize it was the size of his bulge, his nuts and all that helped
his trousers from falling down as the fly was completely open wide.

"You were a good boy at grandma's house", my father said with a smile. "She
said 'Kevy was a delight. He was excellent'. That means A-plus, Kevy".

I beamed with pride that I had made my daddy so proud and happy.

"And it means you get a very special reward", he added.

He then waved for me to follow him into the master bathroom. I bounced off
the bed, tagging right behind him.

He locked the bathroom door behind us as he said, "Daddy has to take a pee
first."

I stood looking at him, his dress shirt all untucked and wide open as were
his pants.

He didn't tell me where to stand. But he didn't tell me where not to stand
either. And so I just walked up beside him asking what my special reward
was.

My eyes never left the massively large white bulge jutting out of his open
pants though. I was torn. On the one hand, I wanted a toy or whatever my
reward might be for being such a good little boy. And yet, like a naughty
little boy, I also wanted to stay there looking at my daddy's penis bulge.

Without a word, he gestured with his head for me to come up right next to
him, real close. He then gestured downward as to bring our eyes down to
where his penis was bulging.

"You want to help daddy get it out?", he whispered in a sweet tone.

I was thrilled of course and nodded my head as I grinned up at him.

"Take it out so daddy can go pee pee", he instructed.

I must have hesitated, not knowing how to help a grown up man out of his
jockey shorts. I always wore little cartoon underpants that I always just
pulled down to my feet whenever I needed to go pee.

I looked up at him and he smiled, his eyes glancing to his bulge as he
whispered, "Pull it out for daddy."

My small hand went to the big, meaty bulge in my daddy's underpants. It was
almost level with my face. My tiny fingers could feel the warmth and
thickness of daddy's penis right through the fabric. I giggled as I gave it
a light stroke and squeeze although it was inside the white cotton.

I giggled because it was so exciting and fun. I then giggled even more when
I felt it move, throb once and then twice within my grasp.

I looked up at my daddy with awe. And he grinned as he winked. He then made
his penis throb again inside his underpants. With each throb, it got harder
and thicker and his penis began to thicken enough to start pushing out the
fabric even more.

"You better get it out so I can pee", daddy said. "Otherwise, if you keep
doing that, I won't be able to go."

I released his bulge immediately, thinking that maybe I had done something
wrong, although I didn't really think how I could since my daddy had been
smiling.

"Just pull it out so I can take a piss, Kevy", my dad said with a chuckle
in his voice.

I took the waistband of his briefs between two of my small fingers and
tugged it outward from his belly. I could see his special grown up hair and
the thick shaft of his penis.

I pulled it out further and further and as I did, I could see how much I
had to keep pulling since daddy's penis was so big, bigger than I had ever
seen it before.

In retrospect, I knew it wasn't fully erect since, although it was getting
there, it still hung some. Once it was pulled away enough, I then struggled
to pull the front of his underpants down and over my daddy's massive penis.

My eyes widened and my mouth must have opened because my daddy whispered,
"It's big, isn't it?"

I looked at his penis, for the first time, super close up and then up at
him and nodded.

"Want to help daddy aim it into the toilet so I don't get any pee on the
wall?", he then asked gently.

Immediately I nodded and said, "Oh, please? Can I?"

He just gestured for me to go for it as he stood there, his penis hanging
free and his arms akimbo at his hips.

My face was close to his penis and I could smell the combined aroma of
clean sweat, some talcum, warm fleshy penis and...daddy. His penis looked
huge since it was so close to my face. I knew what it sort of looked like
having seen it before. But it seemed much thicker and longer than I ever
remembered.

It was almost getting like the penis of the heater repairman that day when
I first had a daddy put his penis in my mouth.

"It gets bigger, too", my dad said with a smile as he watched me staring at
his meaty shaft and low-hanging, huge nuts. "But right now, I have to go
pee."

I wasted no more time and reached my small fingers around his shaft. But I
couldn't. It was just too thick and too heavy for me to handle it with one
hand. So I leaned closer and took daddy's long penis into both of my hands
and tried to hold steady.

"Am I doing it okay?", I asked as I looked up for daddy's approval.

"You're doing wonderfully", he replied. "But make sure it points right at
the water in the toilet bowl. We don't want mommy getting upset if she
found out we got some pee pee on the floor. Do it like we saw the man
helping the elephant that day at the zoo. Remember that?"

I took a good grip of my daddy's penis as I laughed and said, "When he was
showing how the ele-y can spray water. I remember that."

"Exactly", my father said with a slight chuckle.

"That man took it the twunk of the ele-y and pointed it us that time", I
added.

"He was showing how a big, long thing like an elephant's trunk can be used
to do a lot of things", my dad said.

Like a little zookeeper, I aimed my daddy's long, heavy "elephant trunk"
right at the toilet water. Then I looked up and asked, "Can you pee pee
now?"

My father couldn't resist and he stroked the top of my head as I continued
to hold his penis shaft in both my hands. "Yeah, daddy's about to piss
now."

And with that, I could feel the girth of his shaft seem to change as this
stream of pee began to hose out of the wide head of my daddy's cock. I
laughed and giggled as I watched my daddy pee since I was helping him.

My dad and I laughed as we both watched me holding his penis as he pissed a
strong stream of urine.

"You look like a little fireman there", he said as he winked.

"Fireman holds twunks, too?", I asked.

"No", my dad chuckled. "But they have to hold big hoses that spray the
water on a fire. Maybe you'll grow up to become a fireman one day."

"No", I said. "I think I want to own an elephant more."

He didn't have to pee much and I even told him that. "You didn't have to do
much number one."

"Well", he said with a slightly blush and a big grin. "Maybe not, but I
feel a lot better now."

My small hands on his penis obviously had their affect on my father since,
as his piss flow came to a trickle, his shaft only became thicker, harder
and lengthen to an even larger size.

My mouth opened as I felt and watched his penis get what seemed twice as
big as only a moment before. His cockhead looked huge and a little shiny as
the shaft grew to a length that could have easily had several of my small
hands along it, rather than just two.

"See?", he whispered in a fatherly tone. Then with a wink, he said, "Told
you it gets even bigger."

I could actually feel the weight of his penis get heavier as it became
harder. "Yours gets really big, daddy!", I said as I looked up into his
eyes with some odd sort of pride. I actually felt thrilled and proud that
my daddy had such a big and handsome penis. And it was huge as it became
erect. "How come it's all hard now? Did it feel good to go number one?"

My father, his hands still on his hips chuckle softly as he replied, "Nooo,
I think it just likes feeling you holding it like that. I think it likes
you."

I giggled and looked at his erect penis like it were a small pet. I knew a
penis couldn't like me, like a person could like someone or like a person
could like an elephant but I played along since I was glad to make it happy
anyway.

I stroked it as if I were pretending to pet a little puppy or rabbit or
something and talked right to it, putting my face right up to my daddy's
boner. "Do you like me? Really?", I asked it, only half-joking. I mean,
maybe a daddy's penis could like someone.

My father just rolled his eyes and took a deep breath as he listened,
watched and felt me playing with his enormous erection. He couldn't even
help it when it throbbed and bounced up and down a couple of times as it
jutted straight out and up within the grips of my two hands.

The motion, the bobbing up and down of his big boner made me jump a little
but then giggle some more. "It's saying it likes me, I think", I said to my
daddy.

In a very breathy, tight voice, my dad mumbled, "I think so, too..."

My dad and I stood there, locked inside the master bathroom and standing
right next to each other at the toilet bowl. He towered over me but I had a
perfect hold of his super erect penis. He then, without even using his
hands, moved about some as to nudge his trousers and white briefs down ever
so slightly, just so that his balls could hang completely free as he stood
there with his feet a foot or so apart.

But it was enough so I could see his big, hairy scrotum hang full. And I
also saw it move side to side a bit for a moment so with one of my hands, I
ran it down to feel him here.

The moment that my small hand touched his scrotum, as to try to cup some of
its massiveness into my palm, my dad's whole body seemed to shudder. I
could feel a wave of energy rush through his whole body. I even looked up
at him as I continued to have my right hand straining to get half way
around his shaft while my left hand was weighted down by his huge and heavy
scrotum all covered in daddy hairs.

"Are you alright, daddy,", I asked as I continued to play with his penis
since he was letting me.

"Fine, fine", he answered. And as he spoke, he momentarily gripped my left
shoulder very lightly as if to regain his balance. "You're doing that
well. You like feeling daddy down there?"

I nodded enthusiastically as I answered, "Uh ha. Does it, daddy's elephant
trunk, still like me? Now that I'm petting it?"

"You better believe it. That big trunk of mine is really enjoying
it. You're a good little handler there", he replied.

I then began to talk to my daddy's pee pee like it was a real pet or even a
real elephant. As I pulled on the thick shaft, I could feel the skin moving
back and forth and all its thick veins. "Do you like this, Mr. Elephant?",
I asked my daddy's penis. I knew it wasn't really an elephant trunk, of
course, but at age four, it's easy to imagine and pretend.

I stroked it some more, very softly and gently like my parents had told me
you have to be with animals, no matter how big.

Then, being guileless - and only four - I accidentally said to it, "You're
bigger than that other elephant."

My father laughed and asked, "Bigger than that one at the zoo? It's big but
I don't know about that."

"Not the zoo one, silly daddy", I giggled as I continued to innocently
masturbate him and yet looked up into his face. "The one at grandma's
house".

I then returned my focus to "Mr. Elephant" and stroked it some more. I
cupped daddy's scrotum some more and said, "And this is where you keep all
your baby juices that you shoot out of your trunk, Mr. Elephant."

"That's right", my father said in a confused tone. I looked back up at him
and could see that he had a bit of a smile and a bit of a frown on his
face.

"How do you know that?", he asked. "Where did you hear about babyjuices
coming out of daddy?"

I tried to cup his nuts again but could barely get one to fit into my palm
as I simply repeated, "The babyjuice is inside of here." Then I ran my hand
along the entire length of his penis shaft right to the massively wide head
and added, "And it comes out here. Out the elephant's twunk."

I then looked up at my daddy and smiled big.

If my father wasn't suspicious of something then, he was about to be in
another fifteen seconds.

Because it was then, without any prompting and catching daddy at a complete
surprise, that I talked to Mr. Elephant and asked it, "Does Mr. Ele-y want
a kiss? Can I kiss you?"

Before there was even time for my dad's register what I was doing as we
played, I had leaned right into his erection, now pointing upward toward
his belly and kissed the side of it. I kissed it like I did my stuffed toys
or even my mommy or daddy at bed time.

I felt my daddy flinch some but he didn't yank up his trousers. So I then
kissed it again and again and again, knowing it was a grown up's penis but
pretending it was Mr. Elephant.

I even kissed it some more because I sensed that it had made my daddy all
nervously excited, something I never realized I could elicit from him. I
began to giggle when each time I kissed the side of his cock, he'd brace
and release a slight groan.

I looked up at his face again and could see that although he grinned, he
was startled.

"You have a weird smile daddy", I said straight-out. "Isn't this okay?"

My father took a deep breath and glanced over toward the locked bathroom
door. "No, you're okay", he whispered.

When I looked up toward his face, my right hand still on his huge penis, I
said with an adoring smile, "You have hair all there." I ran my small left
hand along his navel and as high up as I could along his stomach and
chest. I reached his nicely muscled right pectoral muscle and kept my hand
there a moment.

"Not all daddies have that much hair here, right?", I asked innocently.

"What do you mean", my father replied in a slightly winded way as his hips
bucked out some as his body was being aroused so. His chest apparently was
enjoying being felt up by his own pre-school son. And he obviously was
enjoying the sight of seeing his massive prick being lewdly fondled by his
little guy as he pistoned his hip in and out ever so barely as to be nearly
imperceptible.

"You have a lot of hair here", I said, admiringly as I lightly stroked his
hairy pecs and then let my small fingers trace all the way down his hairy
stomach to his special daddy hairs around the base of his thick penis.

"Yeah, daddy's hairy there", he smiled nervously. "You like that?"

My eyes nearly bugged out of my head and my grin was huge as I nodded. I
loved it! Even at the age of four, I adored the bodies of adult men. I was
already attracted to them in a sexual way.

"But some daddies have less hair", I stated as I ran my fingers along his
hairy, lower abdomen. "And some don't have any. Right?"

"That's true", he answered. Then he paused for a moment as he watched me
fondling him in two places before asking, "Have you seen other daddies?
Without a shirt on, I mean?"

I didn't answer him but instead just went back to using both my child-sized
hands to stroke his lengthy, heavy erection.

"See daddy?", I then said.

"What?", he replied nervously but excitedly.

"You're making some babyjuice", I stated as I pointed to the wide head of
his penis where I caught a glimpse of a shiny thick, syrupy bead of precum
clinging at the large slit.

With my skinny little index finger, I touched the large oozing bead of
precum and pulled it like a string of honey in order to show my
daddy. "See, daddy? Your pee pee is starting to make some babyjuice."

"Yeah...", was all he could mutter as watched in lurid disbelief at what
was happening.

"Daddies make this before they shoot more of it", I stated as I also
stroked his nuts momentarily as to show him from where babyjuice comes
from. "But then it's real thick and white and not like this. This is just
when it starts."

My dad griped my left shoulder as if to hold himself steady while he
watched and felt me explain the whole process using his erect cock and
huge, hairy scrotum as example. He knew that he had never taught me
anything about adult erections or the ejaculations which grown up daddies
could produce. He listened and watched closely although he had no idea from
where I learned such things.

I continued teaching my daddy about his penis as I milked his shaft once or
twice until it produced a slow, regular river of precum. We watched the
clear nectar drip out of his cock slit and fall like a long string into the
toilet water.

"This babyjuice is sweeter than the other stuff that shoots out later
though", I stated flatly.

"It is?", my father managed to ask as he was both confused and immensely
aroused.

"Yeah", I replied plainly. "This is sweeter and the other stuff is a lot
more and kinda good...but real thick and ...", I looked up at my daddy and
made a scrunchy face.

My father took a big, obvious, deep breath as he watched his precum oozing
boner in my grasp. He knew something was up but didn't ask.

"But you can drink it", I explained further. "Even though it's a daddy's
babyjuices, you can drink it anyway."

"You can?", my father again asked in a confounded by excited voice. There
was then another lengthy pause before he whispered in a breathless voice,
"Have...you...even...tasted some?"

I think he was shocked when he saw he nod big and look up with him with a
huge, happy grin.

He knitted his brows some but let me continue playing with his massive
erection. "You've eaten some of that, then?", he asked as his eyes darted
down to another large dollop of amber precum which oozed out of his wide
pee slit.

I again nodded and said, "I can eat yours, too...if you want."

My father breathed heavily as he quickly glanced up toward the ceiling. He
shut his eyes tightly for just a moment before looking down at me again.

"You want to eat some of what daddy's making there?", he asked in a voice
that sounded like he couldn't believe I'd want to.

"Sure", I stated simply. "This babyjuice tastes good." I then looked at his
cockhead again and happily said, "You make a lot of it daddy. Look at how
much keeps pouring out."

My father put his hands on his hips as he allowed me to stroke his cock
which simply dripped with precum. He tried to regulate his breathing as he
stood there.

Before he could have said anything, no longer holding onto his shaft, I
stuck my small index finger into the string of precum and then put my
finger, coated in my daddy's clear babyjuice right into my mouth.

I could feel my father's body weight shift a bit as his knees ever so
slightly buckled when he saw me do that. "Oh my god...", he mumbled as he
stared at me while I slurped all his sticky juices off of my finger which
also left my pre-schooler lips shiny in his precum.

I tasted his precum and smacked my lips before looking back up into his
face. With a smile, I said, "Yours tastes good, daddy."

"Where did you learn to do that?", he replied as his cock wildly bobbed up
and down a couple of times.

"A man", I replied simply. "His pee pee was almost as big as yours daddy
but he didn't have as much hair on his chest like you do."

My father groaned as his cock throbbed a few more times as he realized that
some other man must have molested me already.

"Another man showed you his penis?", my dad asked me as I went back to
stroking his massive scrotum very gently as I watched his thick shaft flex
and drip with even more precum.

"Uh ha", I replied honestly. "He was big down there like you but had more
skin on his pee pee."

"And he made you eat his...his...babyjuice?", my dad asked with a nervous
crack to his voice.

"Uh ha", I answered. "Isn't that okay, daddy?", I added since I thought he
sounded sort of serious. "Shouldn't I have?"

My father breathed deep as his penis flexed within my grasp.

"No, no", he muttered. "It's fine. It's okay." He then slowly asked, "You
ate this same stuff out of him, that man?"

"Uh ha", I nodded proudly. "And then he held my head real tight and shot
even more...but that was his other babyjuices, the real thick stuff. It
made me cough but I drank it."

"Oh my God", my father mumbled as he took hold of his own cock and pinched
it slightly. "You drank a man's load of cum, I mean, of his babyjuice?"

I smiled up at him and beamed with pride. "Uh ha. All of it. And it was a
whole lot, daddy. I didn't know if was okay or not to tell you."

"Its okay", my dad replied in a breathless whisper as he surprised me by
putting the wide cockhead, its slit all gaping and oozing more precum right
into my face. "It's okay...so long as you really like drinking it."

I stared at his cockhead which was only inches from my nose and mouth. I
then looked up at my daddy and asked, "Can I drink yours for you, daddy?"

Without a word, my dad, holding his cock brought it right up to my lips and
rubbed the precum all over them.

I licked my lips, at the same time, licking the gaping slit of my daddy's
cockhead. I slurped down the flow of precum as my gaze was fixed on the
huge shaft and my daddy's hand holding it as he fed me his sticky, oozing
penis.

I didn't do much more than just be "down there" with my little lips around
daddy's cockhead as his juices flowed into my mouth. He gently held onto
the back of my neck with one hand while he continued to hold his lengthy
shaft in his other hand.

"Oh, maaaan", he muttered under his breath as he watched the way that any
of the precum that was coming out of him could be doing nothing but flowing
freely and liberally down my throat. No precum oozed out or dribbled down
my chin since I was actually gulping once or twice each time I could feel
the sweet, syrupy stuff fill up the back of my mouth and throat.

I then pulled off his pee pee and licked it all using the broadest part of
my tongue. I lightly squeezed and stroked daddy's big hairy nuts again.

"What are you doing, sweetheart?', he asked softly as I again squeezed his
scrotum very gently but obviously with some intent.

"How do I get the other babyjuice to shoot out?", I asked him as I
concentrated on the huge erection throbbing in front of my face while I
squeezed his two massive nuts using both my small hands.

"Other babyjuice?", he replied breathlessly.

"Uh ha", I answered. "The stuff that came out of that man was real, real
thick and sort of salty..."

"Who was the man, Kevy?", my father asked in a manner as to not frighten me
from confiding him. "What man shot his cum...his babyjuices into your
mouth, sweetie? Do I know him?"

I shrugged, since, on the one hand, I didn't know how on earth my daddy
might know the heating repairman who was at my grandmothers house, while,
on the other hand, when you're only four-years-old, you sort of think that
every grown up daddy must know every other grown up daddy.

"Was it someone I know?", my father asked again as he let me run my precum
slicked little hands along his shaft.

I again shrugged.

"Come on, sweetheart", my dad said, cajolingly as he decided to take a
different tactic with me in order to find out what man had ejaculated down
my throat already. "Tell Mr. Elephant, if you won't tell me. Okay?"

With that, he took his long, thick shaft into his own left hand again and
wagged it up and down, rubbing the precum wet slit playfully along my
cheeks and chin. "Come on and tell Mr. Elephant who the man was..."

I giggled and scrunched my nose as I looked up at daddy since I knew his
pee pee wasn't really an elephant with ears. But, again, at that age, your
ability to pretend to is at its pique, and especially, perhaps, because I
really did want to tell my daddy who the man was.

I petted his warm, meaty cock as he made it bounce around slightly as
though it really were the trunk of an elephant.

"If you don't want to tell me", my father said as his huge, warm nuts
brushed against my shoulder, "Then just whisper it to Mr. Elephant down
there."

I took daddy's super thick shaft into both my hands even as he continued to
hold it at its base, causing it to swell to a super thickness. I leaned
into it and had my lips nearly on a wide bulging vein along the shaft as I
mumbled who it had been.

"Who?", my father asked. "I don't think Mr. Elephant could hear you, you
were so close and crushing his trunk."

I didn't know where Mr. Ele-y's "ears" would be and so I put my mouth close
to daddy's oozing pee slit and spoke into it. In a stage whisper, I
repeated, "The man at grandma's house."

My dad couldn't control himself and placed his hand gently behind my neck
again and guided me closer to suckle on his wide cockhead a while.

Perhaps he was only biding his time because a few seconds later, he said,
"What man at grandma's?"

I stopped suckling and with his precum obscenely stringing to my lips, I
replied, as if still talking to Mr. Elephant, "The man who fixes things."

My father was completely confused since he had not heard anything from his
mother about anyone being at her house.

"Did a man come to grandma's to fix something while your mom and me were on
vacation?", he asked.

I nodded and went back to holding and slurpy-suckling on his big cockhead,
putting most of it inside my small mouth.

"A man was at your grandmother's house?", my father asked in a very soft,
gentle manner. "And he put his cock ...and bust a nut, I mean, his
babyjuices into you, sweetheart?"

"Uh ha", I stated as I took my mouth off his penis. "Daddy...", I then
asked. "Are you going to shoot that other babyjuice like that other daddy
did?"

My father, obviously all confused as to how he felt as he learned that
another man had already introduced me to cock and sperm, just lost
it. Without a word, he gripped the back of my neck as his penis, without
any warning, just began spitting hot, heavy, wet shots of white babyjuices
into my face and all over my lips. I opened my mouth as wide as I could so
my daddy could shoot the other blasts of thick, salty-sweet stuff his penis
was hosing out.

That other man had jammed his pee pee deep into my mouth but, my daddy, was
gentler. He stood over me and just shot his babyjuices between my sucking
lips. And that meant I could taste the stuff that came out of daddies even
better.

Sort of like I would when at drinking fountain, I gulped and then gulped
again as my daddy shot his juices directly into my small mouth. Holding me
gently by the scruff of my neck, he bent his legs slightly. He was holding
himself steady by bracing his legs while, at the same time, he held me
still as to the keep his pee slit just inside my mouth as into it flowed
all his milky juices.

The moment that he recognized the fact that he was shooting up far more
powerful blasts of the sticky, white fluid then any child's swallowing
could keep up with, he cupped his large hand right beneath my
chin. Although I was drinking down as much as I could, there was too much
of it splatting against my tonsils and flooding my mouth.

And daddy's juices were seemed to come out of his penis in much more power
jets than had even the heater repairman's. So he was holding his cupped
hand under my chin where some of his stuff and my saliva were obscenely and
liberally dribbling out of my mouth.



"Oh God, fuck...shooting a load into my little Kevy", he mumbled almost to
himself. "Look at you... drinking cum...my cum...fuuuuck, 'cumming in my
own son."

I couldn't quite move since daddy held me still but he wasn't being mean
about it. He just seemed to want to make sure he fed me all his
babyjuice. I could feel that my chin was slippery wet in semen and saliva
as he continued to hold his cupped palm steady to it as he finished
ejaculating between my sucking lips.

He then took one last deep breath as he pulled his penis out of my mouth. I
looked at it as it hung big between his legs. It was all shiny wet and
thick and still sort of hard but not as hard as before.

"Mr. Ele-y made a lot of drinkie", I said as I looked up into my daddy's
face, my lips and chin glossy and sticky in a lurid mix of my child saliva
and my daddy's sperm.

In a winded voice, my father replied with a crooked smile, "Yeah, looks
like Mr. Elephant needed to unload his trunk, huh?"

His face looked a bit red and his voice almost sounded like he may have
been embarrassed as he said, "Was it okay that Mr. Elephant's trunk did
that inside your mouth, Kevy?"

I looked at his penis again and reached out to hold it. It was softening
but still heavy and thick. I leaned forward and kissed it just as I might a
puppy. "I love Mr. Ele-y", I said as I stroked it once. Seeing it move, I
asked my daddy, "Can you make it do what ele-y trunks do, daddy?"

"What do you mean?", he asked as he reached to pull off some toilet paper
on the roll mounted behind my head. He used it to wipe off the pooling
saliva and semen mixture which had been caught in his palm.

"Make it move back and forth?", I asked as I touched his long, softening
penis to make it swing back and forth.

I then looked up at his eyes and caught him blush, I think. His face was
red but he shut his eyes and made a nervous little laugh.

"See it move back and forth?", he asked in a very quiet voice.

"Like ele-y trunks do sometimes", I stated. "They do this...", I added as I
again pushed his penis on one side as to make it swing like a pendulum.

My father chuckled embarrassedly as he looked down between his legs, where
his cock and nuts hung out of his open trousers. He then looked right into
my face and asked, "You like Mr. Elephant, don't you?"

I nodded enthusiastically.

He chuckled as he bent his legs and leaned slightly forward. That allowed
his penis and large scrotum to hang freely and unobstructed between his
legs. He then wiggled his hips slightly as to make his large penis move
back and forth for my amusement.

I looked at his penis and then up at his face as I giggled. Daddy really
looked and was acting like he had an elephant trunk between his legs. He
smiled and winked at me each time I giggled when he made his penis swing
and sway back and forth.

I reached out and played with his penis as he made it slug back and forth a
bit. I caught one side as it went left and then the other as it swung to
the right. That made me giggle as my father smiled down looking his cock
being used like a toy by his little boy.

As it swayed back and forth, I could see and feel that each time, daddy's
penis was becoming harder and harder. With each swing and sway and touch of
my hand as he played elephant trunk, my daddy was quickly becoming erect
again.

But it was then that we both heard my mother's voice as she entered the
master bedroom. We could hear her through the other side of the locked
bathroom door.

"Hello? Anybody home?", she asked in a pleasant tone.

My father's penis went quickly soft as his whole body seemed to brace up
tensely. Almost by reflex, he put his finger up to his lip, signaling for
me to be quiet before he answered her.

"In here, hon", he said.

We could both hear a jiggle of the bathroom door handle as my mother asked,
"Where's Kevin?"

"Hang on a sec, hon", my daddy replied. "He's in here." He then nodded at
me letting me know it was okay for me to talk.

"Hi mommy", I said, not even realizing that a thick mess of daddy's
babyjuices streaked across the front of my dinosaur tee shirt.

"Are you two okay?", she asked.

My father ran the water in the sink as to camouflage any noise made as his
belt buckle clunked while he quickly tucked his penis away and closed up
his trousers.

"We're fine", my father said as he rapidly zipped up and fully rebuckled
his dress belt. "Kevy got a spill on his shirt and we were cleaning it."

"Oh, well, hurry up", we could hear my mother say as she obviously had
moved away from the door and may have been standing over by her dresser. "I
bought sandwich fixings and soup and I'm starving."

My father quickly pulled my size T-4 tee shirt, which had a stegosaurus
printed onto the front of it, right over my head. He nervously smiled at me
as he again gave me the signal to be quiet.

Reaching under the sink, he pulled out some Woolite and quickly poured a
capful into the sink where water had been running. As he threw in my tee
shirt, which had a blast of his semen on the collar and front of it, only
then did he plug the sink.

He sloshed the obscenely spattered tee shirt under the suds and then began
to quickly, nervously, button up his dress shirt, hiding away his hairy,
handsome stomach and chest once again.

As I stood right beside him, I couldn't help myself (because it bulged so
big and nicely), I reached and gave Mr. Ele-y a final goodbye although he
was hidden away inside of daddy's trousers now. I squeezed him and as I
did, my father, who was trying to tuck his shirt tails into his trousers,
looked down at me and then my small hand. He had that same crooked smile on
his face as he let me squeeze him a few times before side stepping a bit as
to not encourage further play.

"He's all done playing right now", my father whispered real low as the
water continued to fill the sink and drown out his voice from my mother's
ears. "No more playing right now, okay, sweetie?"

I grumped a bit but sort of understood why. It wasn't even like my daddy
had to tell me not to play those games in front of my mommy. I understood
that just by the way he was behaving. But as they say, children don't do as
you say, they do as you do. And I, too, knew not to let my mommy know what
daddy and I had been doing in the bathroom.

After turning off the water, my father quickly looked me over and used a
wet cloth to wipe my face off once or twice. After he tossed it into the
hamper, he glanced around the room and then me head-to-toe before opening
the bathroom door.

"Hey hon", he said casually as he made me go ahead of him into the
bedroom. "Did you get honey-baked ham, I hope?", he asked, feigning
nonchalance.

My mother looked at me, all bare-chested and wearing only my Sesame Street
pull up shorts. She frowned a bit and asked, "What did you get into this
time?"

Before I could utter a word, my father said, "Oh, he just knocked my elbow
while I had a glass of juice downstairs. It's just one of his play tee
shirts; it's in the sink."

My mother told me come with her into my room where she'd pull out a fresh
shirt for me since we'd be eating lunch soon and she and daddy had
"presents" for me from their trip.

My father's heart may have continued beating hard as he was thinking about
what he'd just done inside that bathroom, but when you're four-years-old,
you easily go from one thing to the other without much lingering thought. I
had heard the word "presents" and quite literally for a time "forgot" about
drinking daddy's sticky juices out of Mr. Ele-y. I bounded toward my room
with my mother not far behind.

Immediately, as kids will bounce back quickly, everything again seemed fun
and "normal" in the house. After putting on a clean shirt, we met my daddy
down in the kitchen and together we all ate my favorite soup but I could
only eat part of my sandwich for lunch.

But it was then, because my tummy felt full, that I figured that what the
heating repairman had told me about drinking a daddy's babyjuices must be
true - that it was a daddy's way of feeding a meal. He had told me that his
babyjuice was my "breakfast".

And so now, as I sat at our own kitchen table, a half of a turkey and
cheese sandwich on my plate with just one bite in it, I just came to the
conclusion that I wasn't hungry because my daddy had already fed my "lunch"
upstairs in his bathroom.

But a full tummy didn't stop me from wanting my presents. I was all edgy
and excited as is any little guy of four when he has to wait for everyone
else to be done with a meal before presents can come out.

"Hurry up, daddy!", I commanded with the greedy desperation of any
pre-schooler. "Eat all your sam-wich so I can see!" I then looked at my
mother and frowned as I said, "You eat too slow!"

After a bit of annoying "coaxing", I got my parents to relent. My father
had been very quiet throughout lunch (my mother even saying that he must
have been jet lagged) but when my mom told him to go get the bags, he got
up and went to the hallway closet.

I bounced a bit in my seat at the kitchen table as I awaited his return.

"You were such a good boy, your grandmother said", my mother stated as
leaned over to me and stroked my light brown hair. "Thank you for being so
good while we were gone. Did you miss us?"

I nodded and smiled at her as I said, "Uh ha. A whole lot."

"A whole lot?", she said as she smiled. "How much is a whole lot?"

"This much", I said, stretching my arms super wide.

"That much?", she replied. "Is that a hug?"

I nodded.

"Does that hug come with a kiss?", she asked.

I didn't need any further prompting since my mommy and I often did this. I
hopped off my chair, went to where she sat and gave her a huge hug as she
kissed the top of my head.

It was then that my daddy returned to the kitchen. My eyes were torn though
as I saw him carrying a huge, colorful shopping bag in either hand...but
could also see the big bulge inside his dark colored trousers. I knew what
daddy had inside there and knew I had secretly drunk out of his Mr. Ele-y's
trunk even!

But, of course, my eyes then went back to the colorful shopping bags.

I jumped up and down as my father approached the table and began to pull
items out of the two bags. My mother also stood up and began to clear some
dishes so we had more room for the souvenirs.

I suppose it was the major distraction of presents that day which really
made me rather forget about how I had played with daddy earlier. I suppose,
at that age, as long as one is kept busy or distracted, the less likely it
is a kid will get bored and talk or something.

I rummaged through a lot of brightly colored tissue paper and plastic bags
with pictures printed onto them as I my daddy helped me open
presents. There was a whole outfit of Bermuda shorts, shirt and hat; a
little red swimsuit with a little yellow bird on the front of them; some
coloring books of exotic birds; and a gigantic paper mobile of more birds
which was still folded up within its packaging. They also bought me a toy
that had a porpoise and a school of fish that went around in circles and
lit up at night.

I hugged them both and gave them each a kiss. I always kissed my daddy on
the lips just like I did to mommy but this was the first time that, as I
went to do that, he smiled but turned his head slightly. My kiss was
planted on the corner of his mouth more than on his lips so I didn't
understand that.

But with my mommy helping, I bounded off and upstairs to my bedroom with my
presents. My mother pulled my crayons down off the shelf next to my bed
before she began to hang up my new clothes. After she was done, she left me
sitting on the floor of my bedroom to color in my new "Life in Bermuda"
coloring book.


Chapter Three


After only a few minutes of coloring, my bedroom door, which mommy had left
ajar, suddenly opened fully and my daddy stood in the doorway. He watched
me intently color-in a picture of a striped fish for a moment and then
glanced behind himself and down the hallway.

"How do you like the souvenirs, Kevy?", he asked softly as he looked back
and down at me with a weak smile.

"They're nice. Thank you, daddy", I replied as I didn't look up at him as I
continues to color in a fish. I suppose, without really knowing it, I was
behaving passive-aggressively. I didn't want to seem too "chummy" with my
dad since he didn't let me kiss like usual.

"Hey", he then whispered as he slipped into my bedroom and locked the
door. "Come here. I want to talk to you a second....while your mommy's in
the backyard", he said as he sat on my twin bed and patted the spot right
beside him.

I slowly put down my crayon and got off the floor. As daddy patted the bed
again, I hopped up to sit beside him on my "Ice Age" motif bedspread.

Even seated, my father was still three heads taller than me. I scrunched up
closer beside him and innocently placed my small left hand on the top of
his lap like I always did.

"Yes, daddy?", I asked him.

"I wanted to thank you for playing Mr. Elephant earlier", he said in a
hushed tone. "He had a very nice time."

"That's okay, daddy", I said with a smile. "I liked playing with
Mr. Ele-y."

"Uh, um", my father stammered, "Well, Mr. Elephant asked me to ask you if
you didn't mind when he... well, when he shot all that stuff into your
mouth. That didn't bother you, did it?'

"No daddy!", I stated emphatically. "It had to feed me and that's all he
was doing. That first man, when he put his babyjuices in my mouth, told me
that."

"He did, huh?", my daddy said. "You're okay with it, I hope?"

As daddy spoke, I could see that his trousers were growing bigger in his
lap, between his legs. Without even asking, I moved my hand over to
it. Daddy didn't say a word as he watched and allowed me to put my tiny
hand right on top of his big, thick mound.

"You like what daddy has in there, don't you?", he whispered.

I nodded enthusiastically as I gave it a playful squeeze.

"Did that other man, the one at your grandmother's house have you do this,
too?", he asked gently.

I rocked my head back and forth some as I said, "He was on the floor and
had on a thing with a zipper all up and down his front."

"I wanted to ask you about that", my father said as he let me continue to
play with his massively tented slack bulge. "Who was this man who put his
pee pee in your mouth?"

"He fixed the machine", I said.

"The machine?", my father asked.

"In grandma's basement", I stated.

"A man was fixing something in grandma's basement and he let you suck on
his pee pee?", my father asked, wanting to make sure I had things straight.

I nodded and said, "Uh ha. He was real, real tall and he said he was a
daddy, too."

"And he told you that stuff we daddies make is called babyjuice?", my
father asked in a hushed voice.

"Uh ha", I replied as I slowly fondled my daddy's big basket. "Daddy?", I
then asked.

"Yes, sweetheart?", he answered as he stroked the back of my head gently.

"I don't understand...", I said. "Why is it called babyjuice? I'm not a
baby. And daddies aren't babies either."

My father's face blushed some as he tried to contain his chuckle. "Well,
you're right", he said. "It's a little hard to explain at your age." He
then paused and looked up at the ceiling as he tried to gather his
thoughts. I imagine it was difficult for a father to explain to his
preschool son what all that milky fluid really was that his daddy - and
some other man, too - had him drink. He had to find a way to explain it, be
honest and yet not risk scaring his son off wanting to drink the stuff
again.

"Well, Kevy. when a mommy and daddy want a baby", he began, "they decide to
make one together. A mommy has special things inside her that help make
one. And a daddy has special things inside his body that helps make one,
too. Do you understand?"

I nodded although I didn't truly understand. But I did know that mommies
had babies since the mother of a girl at my school just had a baby.

"And mommy's get real fat when they have a baby", I stated.

My father laughed nervously as he said, "Well, yes. But that's after the
mommy and daddy come together to make one inside of her. That's why she
looks fat. She already has a baby made inside her."

"But then it has to come out otherwise it would grow in there and get so
big that she'd blow up", I 'explained'. "Right?"

Again, my daddy chuckled as he spread his legs a bit wider, allowing my
roaming hand complete access to his entire crotch.

"Pay attention", he said as he rubbed his large hand through my hair. "That
only happens after the mommy and daddy make a baby inside her. Then she
gets fat. Then she has the baby come out." He watched my hand squeeze his
cock where it pressed out the fabric along his left thigh. He took a breath
as he felt my fingers along his shaft. Then he continued, "But for a mommy
to get that way, a daddy has to put some of himself inside the mommy
first."

"What's he put in her?", I asked with my mouth agape.

"He has to put his pee pee inside her", he explained.

I smiled big which clearly told my daddy that I at least understood that
concept. I, unlike other four-year-olds, understood a daddy putting his pee
pee into someone with too much explanation.

"A daddy puts this into a mommy", he said as he leaned back slightly more
as to show off his trouser snaking bulge. He placed his large hand over
mine and helped me squeeze his thick, hard shaft. "And he shoots all that
stuff ...that daddy had you drink...into her."

"The stuff I ate?", I asked with a scrunchy expression.

"Same stuff, Kevy", my father admitted.

I thought about it a moment and then asked, "But why's it called
babyjuice?"

"Because", my father said, "When a daddy shoots it into a mommy, it helps
her make a baby inside her. That's why it's called babyjuice. Inside that
milky liquid is the stuff a daddy makes a baby with."

My mouth dropped open. I stared at my daddy and then at his massive lump in
silence.

"What is it?', my father asked as he could see my mouth was agape.

"You made a baby in me?", I asked.

My father laughed but not too hard since he could tell I was being quite
sincere. "No, sweetheart. A daddy can't make a baby inside a little
boy. You're fine."

"You sure?", I asked, as I rubbed my tummy.

"Absolutely positive", he said as he crossed his heart. "A daddy has to
shoot it into a mommy. And even then, it won't work if he shot it inside
her mouth like I did to you. It has to go inside a special hole that only a
mommy has."

"But my tummy", I said, as I rubbed it, being full from lunch, "Feels sort
of funny."

Never having cum in a little one before, my father seemed genuinely
concerned for a moment. He may have thought that maybe all that cum was too
much on a little one's system, and then combined with chicken noodle
soup. "How's your stomach feel?", he asked in a very paternal way as he
leaned forward to feel my forehead.

"Okay", I admitted. "But maybe there's a baby in there."

My father, although worried that a child's system may have to grow
accustomed to semen, let out a small laugh as he said, "You might have a
little tummy ache but its definitely not a baby, Kevy."

"You sure, daddy?", I asked as I played up my swollen belly just for the
attention now.

"I promise you", he replied as he stroked my hair, "Its not a baby. A
little boy like you can drink all the babyjuice he can and he'll never have
a baby. Daddy's babyjuice won't do that in you. Got that?"

I hesitated to nod but always trusted what my daddy told me.

"When a daddy shoots into a little boy, he's just using his babyjuices for
fun. He could shoot inside your body all day and never make a baby in you",
he explained as he groped his own basket a bit. "Besides, don't you think
that if a daddy could make a baby inside a little boy like you, that you
wouldn't already have one growing inside your tummy? Didn't that that man
in grandma's basement shoot his cum...babyjuices into you?" My father then
paused, apparently wondering exactly what this stranger had done to his
son. He asked, "Did he shoot all his babyjuice right into your mouth, like
daddy did?"

I nodded and said, "But he didn't tell me that. All he did was he held my
head and wouldn't let it go until he put all his babyjuices deep in here",
I explained, pointing to my throat, which still felt a bit sore at moments
even after two weeks.

My father gently ran his big hand along my soft, thin throat. "He put his
pee pee all the way down inside here?", he asked with a slight look of
concern and lewdness. "Did the man stick his cock that far down in there?"

I nodded.

"Did he hurt you?", my father asked he ran his hand along my neck and then
down my back.

"No", I stated. "It hurt there just a little", I said pointing to my throat
once more. "But it was fun."

"Good", my father said softly. "I'm glad you had fun with the man", he
added.

"So it's okay?", I asked. "I didn't want to tell you. I didn't want you to
be mad."

"Oh, I'm not mad. Not at all", my father said as his hand ran further down
my back until it reached the back waistband of my pull ups. "I just want to
make sure that he didn't hurt you."

"He didn't hurt me, daddy", I said. "I just didn't want to tattle on him."

"That's a good boy", my dad said. "You should never tattle when men play
with you like that. That's special playing and you should never tell on
them. Understand?"

"Uh ha", I said as I nodded my head. "But I told you..."

"Well, I'm the only one you should ever tell. You can tell me anything. If
anyone ever plays with you, always tell me", my father said. "If a man ever
puts his pee pee inside you again, you should tell me."

"Its not tattling?", I asked. I had heard Susan the girl at my pre-school
called a tattle-tale all the time.

"Tattling would be if you told your mommy or anyone else though.", my
father said. "You aren't a tattler, are you?"

"Oh no daddy", I said. "I won't tell anybody ever. Except for you."

"Well, it's just that no one but we daddies understand", he said as his
finger slid inside and down the back of my pull up pants. "Mommies don't
always understand the things that daddies understand. That's why I came up
here, to tell you that. And when mommies don't understand something, they
get mad. Real mad."

"Like a mad dinosaur?", I asked as I made a face.

"Like a mad T-Rex", he confirmed. "So, you should never tell mommy or any
mommy when daddy or any other daddy plays with you like we did in the
bathroom. Okay?"

"Okay daddy", I said with a grin.

He then pulled his hand out of the back of my pants and gave me a high
five. "So when I let you touch me down there or when we play the way we
played like we did earlier, that's a secret just between you and me,
right?"

"I swear", I pledged as I slapped my small hand against daddy's huge hand.

"And you don't tell anyone that you drink babyjuice. Got that?", he said in
gentle but strict tone. "You don't go around telling people that you drink
that stuff."

"I won't", I said. "But its not bad, right?"

"Its not bad", my father answered. "But its secret. Something only done
with me or when you might be with another man who lets you drink his." He
again looked right into my face and asked, as though trying to reassure
himself, "You really didn't mind daddy squirting that stuff into you, did
you?"

I smiled big and said I loved drinking from Mr. Ele-y's trunk.

As we sat on the edge of my bed, my feet dangling with a foot more to the
floor, my father got serious as he said. "I have to ask you something else,
okay?"

I nodded. "What is it, daddy?", I asked.

"Did that man down in grandma's basement do anything else to you besides
shoot his babyjuices down your throat?"

I clammed up since I didn't know what to say.

"Did he do anything else with you?", my father further explained. "Did he
touch you anywhere else?"

I nodded as I pointed to my pee pee.

"He touched you there?", my father asked as he glanced at my crotch.

"Uh ha", I said.

"He pulled down your pants?", my daddy asked as he again squeezed his own
crotch.

I shook my head.

"He didn't pull down your pants?", my father asked.

I nodded.

"But he touched you down there?", my father stated.

I nodded again. "Like this", I said as I reached and again gave my father's
crotch a big groping squeeze.

"Did he do anything back here?", my father asked as his hand ran around my
waist and his fingers began to enter the back of my pants again.

"He played with me, I think", I said.

"You think?", my father asked as his cock was hard and running huge down
the inside leg of his trousers. He groped himself as he asked, "Did he put
his pee pee inside your butt?"

My mouth opened wide once more since I didn't even know such a thing was
possible.

"In my butt?", I asked. "How's a daddy put this pee pee in my butt?"

"So he didn't fuck... put his cock, up in here?", my father clarified as he
quickly reached down into my pants and only momentarily slid his middle
finger as deeply as he could between my two smooth, tiny butt cheeks.

"No", I said.

"Good", my daddy said. "Good. I'm glad to hear that. You might be too
little for that still."

He withdrew his hand and then pulled me close to him, as close as possible.

"You're my own little guy", he whispered as he kissed my forehead. "I love
you."

"I love you, too, daddy", I said, beaming inside. He kissed the top of my
head and then leaned further down to kiss me straight on the lips. My heart
fluttered as daddy kissed me like he always did, only moreso now.

"You be a good boy and you can play with Mr. Elephant any time you want
...or he wants - but only when mommy's not around. Got that? What do you
say?", he asked.

I nodded my head and grinned big. "Can he come out and play now?", I asked
as I reached for daddy's crotch again.

My father paused and looked at the lock on the bedroom door. In a hushed
voice, he said, "Okay, but it has to be quick. Your mother is out in the
yard and wants me to water the garden, since we've been away so long." As
he unbuckled his belt, he added, "So we have to make this quick."

Then, motioning for me to stay where I was, he quickly stood up, his belt
buckle clunking some. He stood facing directly in front of me and loomed so
tall above me that my face was a looking right at the massive tent within
his dark colored dress slacks.

"Can you pull down daddy's zipper?", he whispered.

 I scooted to the edge of the bed some more and wanted to proudly show my
daddy how good I could open a man's pants.

He had his hands on his hips as he watched me only barely struggle to find
the little zipper tab on his pants.

"You did that well", he whispered when he saw that I pulled his zipper down
smoothly and gently. "You've had some practice, I bet", he added with a
wink.

I giggled as I stared right at my daddy's unzipped fly and asked, "Can
Mr. Ele-y come out to play now?"

My father reached into his fly and hauled out his long, thick penis which
was hard and getting harder. "Mr. Elephant has to play fast", he said as he
stepped closer to my face. "How 'bout we have him squirt more juice into
your mouth, sweetie?"

I grinned big and looked up into my daddy's face as I said, "I like it when
Mr. Ele-y squirts his babyjuice out of his trunk."

"That's a good boy", my father said through a crooked smile. "Mr. Elephant
likes to hear that", daddy said. "Look how much Mr. Elephant is happy to
know how much you like him", he added as he used his left hand to make it
appear like his huge erection "reared up" just like an elephant's trunk.

I giggle some before daddy pushed his wide penis head between my lips as he
held his hands to his hips again. "Kiss Mr. Elephant and see how much
babyjuice you can get him to squirt from his trunk this time, Kevy", my
father whispered. "He wants to squirt inside a baby mouth like yours again,
sweetie. Come on and get him to squirt in there again before he has to go
back into daddy's pants."

I held my small hands around the thick girth of daddy's penis again and
began to suck with all my might. Since it was only the third time I had
adult cock jammed between my lips, I couldn't have been giving much of an
actual blowjob. Instead, I just let Mr. Ele-y piston in and out of my open
mouth, each time going inside more deeply. Soon, unlike the first time in
the bathroom an hour earlier, my daddy was now making his pee pee hit the
back of my throat. He was pushing Mr. Ele-y deep inside my mouth, just as
deeply as I had told him that the repairman at grandma's house had done.

But I realized then I suppose that it was how daddies really liked
it. Because in less than five minutes, daddy gripped the crown of my head
and pulled my head onto Mr. Ele-y so he was as far inside my throat as I
could take it before I gagged. Daddy tried hard to suppress a weird,
grunting sound as Mr. Ele-y blew his trunk inside my mouth and throat.

I coughed on daddy's babyjuice just as I had on the semen of the strange
man who fixed grandma's heater. But again, I just assumed that was how
daddies liked to make their milky juices - and how their little boys had to
swallow it. So swallow, I did. I stayed motionless as daddy bucked his hips
gently into me several times as his penis flexed and spasmed babyjuices
into me.

After he was done, he quickly withdrew from my throat and mouth. With
Mr. Ele-y still hanging out of his fly, daddy quickly crouched down so that
his face was level with my own. As I continued to gulp down his ejaculate,
coughing on it some, he took my chin into his hand and, in a very concerned
voice, asked, "You okay, Kevy? Daddy's sorry he did that...again."

My face was all red and I took a moment to catch my breath. Daddy's semen
was all over my mouth and shirt again even though I thought I had drunk
most of it as it was shooting out of him and right down my throat.

I said, "You tasted good daddy. Mr. Ele-y's twunk really had to shoot out,
didn't it?"

As he lifted my head with his hand on my chin, daddy looked me straight
into my eyes and asked, "You really don't mind daddy making that inside
your mouth? You sure you like daddy's babyjuices?"

I nodded since I didn't know how else to quite convince him that I didn't
mind one bit. I loved grown up penises and babyjuice. And I especially
loved my daddy's.

"You never have to do this", he whispered. "If you don't want."

"But I want to", I replied.

"Hmmph. You really do. Don't you?", he said as he stared at his semen
coating my mouth, cheeks, chin and once-freshly laundered shirt. "And daddy
likes making his babyjuice inside your mouth. But anytime you don't like
it, just tell daddy and we'll stop. Promise?"

I promised, although I saw no possibility of my ever coming to that
point. I was only four-years-old but a kid who loves cock and sperm, loves
it even at that tender age.

My father kissed me on the lips again and whispered, "You're such a special
boy. Thank you for being daddy's best little guy, Kevy."

He then stood up and rubbed his softening penis all over my face. He looked
down at me, and gave me wink as his heavy cock lying heavily along my face.

Then, just like that, he tucked away his big cock and zipped up.

"Another one for the Woolite", he then said as he quickly pulled my shirt
off over my head. "Remind me to get you some rubber shirts", he joked.

I giggled since I'd never heard something so silly as shirts made of
rubber.

He then went to my dresser and pulled out a new tee shirt. "Put this on and
then come outside. I'll tell your mother we changed your shirt so you could
help with the garden."

I hopped off my bed and pulled on the clean tee shirt as my father, holding
the semen stained one in his hand, watched and pawed his basket. "You sure
that man didn't put anything inside your butt?", he asked as he seemed to
stare at my little backside.

"No daddy", I answered as I struggled with the shirt I was pulling on until
daddy had to use one hand to help. "He touched my pee pee and butt but
didn't put his thingy in there."

My father then leaned down and kissed the top of my head again. "Thank you
again for letting Mr. Elephant have such a good time with you. He likes
your mouth. And your touch is very special."

I beamed with pride that my daddy was happy because of something I could do
for him.

"Come on, out to the backyard", he then said in his more normal dad
tone. "Your mom's been out there for almost half an hour. She's probably
mad as a..."

"T-Rex!", I announced, full-well knowing the secret that little boys with
their daddies - and any daddy who wants to play with him.


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