Date: Wed, 5 Nov 2008 20:30:44 -0800 (PST)
From: Gloryhole Junkie <misterghj@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Real Incest" Part Two

"Real Incest", Part Two
By: Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE
mrgloryholejunkie.blogspot.com
misterghj@yahoo.com

Disclaimer:

Many men get hardons at things that would make the hairs on some peoples'
heads stand on end.

And dads are among those men whose thoughts would shock their wives and
kids.

But thinking things and doing things are two different things.

Don't lose that line between the two.

Don't read this if you're a minor. We men know you're a horn dog and always
jacking off. We were your age, too. Men understand. But it's others who
don't think you should be doing anything until you're a repressed,
gray-haired old man (who then really goes wild)!

Don't act out anything depicted in this story (unless it's the part about
riding a bus or becoming a parent).

Don't upload or copy this story to any other site.

Don't share this with your sons when they want a bedtime story read to
them. Grimm's Fairy Tales will work for them (better to fill their heads
with stories of impish ogres who steal babies when their moms can't cough
up the cash or of step mothers, such as Snow White's Evil Queen, who kill).

Don't accidentally hand out copies of this to your students when you
thought you were passing out their final quiz. Check (and double check) the
Xerox copier before hitting "100 copies".

Now onto the "Dos" (since Disclaimers can often be so "negative").

Get a group of other men, other dads together and beat off while reading
the story. Nothing stops you from doing that.

Read this on the toilet while jacking off after dinner. It's not your fault
is a certain someone might be peeping in on you as you jack and shoot the
cum.

Be sure to think about adding a "peeping on your father" speech to your
"Birds and Bees" talk next time.

Enjoy the story, shoot a load and let your author know. Share with him your
experiences or thoughts. Think of the story as having that interactive
element to it.





"Real Incest", Part Two By: Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE
mrgloryholejunkie.blogspot.com misterghj@yahoo.com

Jock went to the office the next day. He had called his wife to ask about
their newborn son.

Back then, maternity wards often kept a woman for up to a week's time after
delivery.

So Jock knew he had plenty of time to traipse back and forth to the
hospital over the next several days.

And he knew he has a lot of free evenings to hit the toilets at Mark White
Park.

After the fun in the stall the night before, he couldn't quite get over the
fact that the same nasty stuff was happening there that happened when he
was a boy.

He sat at his desk at the office and began to paw his crotch as he thought
about all the depraved sex and rites of passage that took place in that
public men's room over the years.

How many young boys got their first taste of cum in that place? Or had
their cocks sucked on for the first time.

How many men, other dads, found themselves doing things in there that they
would never have thought themselves possible of doing. The men in that park
toilet engaged in things that had to shock even themselves (at least the
first time).

Jock had promised his wife that he'd stop by the hospital on his lunch
hour. But the more he thought of the blowjob the night before with that man
and that boy, he was now torn.

He wanted to visit his wife and new baby. But by the same token, he wanted
to spend his lunch hour having more sex with whoever might be in the
toilets down the block.

Jock frequented the tearoom in the office building two blocks over in the
Loop. The place was notorious for the sex that went on inside.

When he had first discovered the place, he walked in on six men playing
around at the line of urinals.

On certain afternoons, the place would be non-stop cocksucking and wanking
among the suit and tie crowd.

It never escaped Jock's notice that it was, apparently, what most married
family did every afternoon while in the city.

With a full hard on tenting his dress slacks, Jock, grateful for the cover
of his big wooden desk, dialed the phone.

He called his wife to lie to her. He told her that a big impromptu meeting
had just been announced. And that he couldn't use his lunch hour to swing
by the hospital.

Just then, his secretary came into the office and quickly laid the morning
mail and newspaper on Jock's desk. She then slipped out again, not having
intended to interrupt his phone call.

As Jock told his wife he'd leave work a bit earlier to get to the hospital
by four or four thirty, he picked up the Sun-Times. He took the first
section in his hands and perused it as his wife chatted on the phone about
the baby.

As she prattled on about how they let her see the baby for an hour, Jock
turned to the back page of the newspaper. And there it was, the
regularly-slotted Marshall Fields advertisement for men's underwear.

They knew that men read the hard news portion of the paper and so that's
where the men's underwear ads would always appear.

Jock looked at the handsome man standing in his skivvies. And beside him
was a boy model of no more than ten. They wore matching white briefs and
seemingly starched undershirts.

Again, Jock groped himself, thinking how real that ad was or how he'd seen
that in life too often. In the men's room at Mark White Park, more than a
few times he had seen men pull off a boy's clothes in a stall. Or he'd be
there to see a boy cocksucker open another man's slacks, exposing the man's
huge erection bulging through white Jockey shorts.

He wondered for a moment if perhaps the ad execs at Marshall Fields were
any of the men who cruised the busy tearooms of the park - or even within
their own department store.

After all, Marshall Fields had perhaps the busiest, most active tearooms in
the entire city. They were busy even when Jock was a kid.

But they were even busier as Jock got to be an adult.

And as he thought about it, he decided that's where he'd head to on his
lunch hour.

He hung up with his wife saying that they had to choose a name for the baby
before she would be discharged from the hospital in a few days.

Jock rubbed his cock thinking about what mouth might be sucking on his
sizeable meat in only a couple of hour's time.

But he told his wife that they'd figure out a name before then.

He was already sure that his first born son's first name would be his own,
"John" or "Jack" (or as he preferred, "Jock").

The middle name, his wife could decide upon. It didn't matter so much to
him as it did to have a Jock, Jr. to his Jock, Sr.

He even chuckled to himself when he assumed that now he'd be referred to
for the rest of his life as "Big Jock".

As he gripped his big meat, he somehow thought that nickname would prove
most appropriate.

And he further thought to himself what a happy surprise it will be if his
son is well hung like him. He might be called "Little Jock". But what until
people get into his son's pants.

Again, Jock chuckled to himself. Not even born 24 hours and he already had
people getting into his son's pants.

At one, Jock left the office. He usually took an hour. But he had some
flexibility since he was an exec.

Walking hastily, with a spring in his step even, the new dad made it over
the seven blocks to Marshall Fields on State Street.

As he walked, he passed what he noticed to be a number of families window
shopping along the way.

It was then that he remembered reading in the paper the day before that
that Chicago city schools were to have the day off due to a school district
meeting.

Jock entered Marshall Fields with that same excited anticipation he always
felt when he'd cruise their johns.

On the main floor, festooned with Ladies cosmetic counters and accessories,
he passed through the crowd of ladies, many of them moms holding a child's
hand.

He passed through, just one more man in a top coat as he made his way to
the Down escalators.

The basement level men's room was the largest and the busiest.

It was particular made a great tearoom location since the basement level
was referred to as the store's "Bargain Basement". On that level, one could
find sales and home needs that many housekeepers to the city elite would
use to buy items from toilet paper to bolts of fabric.

Most days, it wouldn't be all that busy. And men could scuttle through, in
and out of the notorious men's room, with little notice.

As he entered the massive men's room, he noticed the unmistakable (to
cruisers) sound of men moving about the urinals area.

The basement level men's room was built big but was not finished as
glamorously as were the other men's rooms on other floors of the jumbo
department store.

While other restrooms had reflective marble stall partitions and floors,
the basement was simpler, with two story high ceilings of exposed pipes and
air ducts overhead.

The urinals were in one section, the sinks, forming an el shape to their
right.

And in another section were twelve stalls, six on either side forming a
mini hallway of their own.

Men would stand at the sinks watching the cock at the urinals. Or they'd
stand there, washing hands or combing hair but whenever possible, gripping
their cocks through their trousers to show they were interested in a
blowjob.

And the men at the urinals would often stand shoulder to shoulder, each of
them wagging their cocks, milking themselves and often each other.

In the stall, at peak times, each would be occupied by a man cruising for
cock or a blowjob.

With or without all twelve stalls occupied, more men would cruise up and
down the stalls, peeping into each one.

As he thought about it, even in it's men's room, Jock would laugh to
himself, men were window shopping all the time while under Marshall Field's
roof.

Other men would open their stall doors to jack off in front of anyone
within eyeshot.

And often they'd stand inside a stall, only their zipper down and cock out
as they'd wait for a cocksucker to make his way to their cocks.

And it would go on all day long, almost every day of the week.

So when Jock headed to that men's room, he knew that someone would walk
away with a bellyful of his "new father" semen.

But as he entered, just a bit after one, he wasn't expecting to see what he
spotted at the long row of urinals.

But then he again remembered it was a city school holiday.

At the long row stood nine adult men, all in suits or top coats. But in the
middle of the row stood a little guy no taller than three and a half feet
tall.

Normally, Jock would have headed over to the stalls on his lunch hour to
see if a cocksucker there was ready to take another load. It was easy,
almost too easy perhaps, for a man needing head to find it there. Jock had
seen one cocksucker blow three men once within not more than three minute's
time.

But seeing this little guy at the urinals changed his plan. He shook his
head as he tried to figure out why such a thing had been turning him on
more and more.

He understood it when he was a kid and a teen. But now he was a father. He
shouldn't be looking to or hoping that some little kid might be up to
something at the public urinals.

But he was hoping. Without a second thought, it was as if his cock were
directing him over the urinals.

As he appeared, one of the men there got nervous and quickly exited the
restroom. That left a urinal open, one toward the far left end.

Jock stepped up and unzipped his suit trousers. He took a piss but as he
did, he noticed that none of the other men, all of whom were still standing
there far too long, were pissing.

And they stared at the tiles straight ahead. So Jock knew that something
had been up just before he entered the joint.

Only one man, down on the other side seemed to ease up as he leaned back
some, showing his meat again.

Then, as Jock finished pissing, he, too, remained standing. That signaled
to the others that he must be okay.

And one by one, the men standing there, stepped back half a step and showed
their meat. Some were wagging their fat dicks while others were clearly
fully erect.

And in the middle of that was this little boy. Jock glanced down the row of
big adult cocks and guessed the kid to be no more than six or seven.

In only another minute all the men, feeling comfortable that Jock was
scoping out the same perverse fun, resumed their open masturbation, letting
the boy see their meat.

It's then that Jock thought he'd lose his load as the man to the boy's left
turned and the child again apparently continued to suck on the man's very
large penis.

Jock could hear his own breathing as well as that of the other men who
watched and masturbated.

Within only seconds of his cock being in the little boy's mouth, the man
began to ejaculate. He tried to muffle his orgasmic grunts but it was
obvious that he was pumping semen into the child cocksucker.

As quickly as he shot, the man stuffed his cock back into his trousers,
zipped up and flew out of the men's room.

As he did, the man who had been standing to his left sidled over one urinal
to be next to the boy.

But the boy was already turned and was sucking on the other man who stood
to his other side.

Jock tried to control his breathing, as to control as premature orgasm as
it became evident that this small boy was willing and was sucking off
everyone in the line of urinals.

"Fuuuuck", the man who was being sucked, a business type in his early 50s,
muttered as he squirted several ropes of thick adult semen into the boy's
mouth. And the boy didn't flinch for a moment. His small, red lips stayed
on the man's cockhead the whole time it jizzed into his mouth.

"Goddamn", the man then muttered. As he reluctantly pulled out of the child
cumpig's mouth.

He, too, left the moment he zipped up.

It's then that another man had entered and took one of the free
urinals. Jock noticed that the man pissed but then also just stood there,
trying to figure out what might be going on.

"Holy shit", the man whispered as he saw the boy standing there begin to
suck another man who stood beside him.

The tone of the man's voice though said to everyone that he was thrilled
more than disgusted. And a couple of the men laughed.

"Holy mother of God", the man then whispered to anyone listening, "Is he
sucking cocks?"

"Sure seems that way", the man who stood beside him said. "If he's not,
then he's mistaken one for a hotdog as his lunch."

The child stayed at his middle urinal and just kept turning to his left and
then his right as the men all let him suck them off.

As each would cum, he'd run out the men's room like it were on fire. Which
made Jock laugh. They were all gung-ho to stand there and wait a turn to
screw a little boy's mouth but then, knowing what they'd done, not want to
be seen within a mile of the department store.

And as each man would leave after adding to their contribution of a load of
daddymilk to the boy's mouth, men standing there would shuffle down a space
to get closer.

When Jock stood beside the boy, as the boy was sucking on the man to his
right, Jock realized just how little he was. The boy was standing while
sucking all these cocks, short enough to each man to not need to bend. His
mouth was at the perfect height to each man's open fly.

And Jock was no different. He realized that as he turned toward the boy
when it was his turn and his large cockhead easy brushed against the
child's lips, which were red and slightly puffy from sucking so many men so
quickly.

He couldn't believe the sight as he looked down and saw this little
toe-headed child sucking on yet another strange man's erect penis. And the
kid sucked like he'd been nursing on them all his life.

Jock kept one hand on his hip as to keep his top coat from covering the
child's face as he sucked on him. He rather enjoyed letting the other men
see the kid's mouth in action as it sucked his thick meat.

And not wanting to waste time, he shot a huge load into the kid. He
couldn't believe the way the child seemed to know how to swallow every shot
of thick semen as it pumped into his mouth. For such a little kid, it was
shocking how he hadn't missed a drop of sperm out of any of the cocks he'd
been sucking.

As his balls unloaded into the boy, the boy pulled back, turned his small
frame and started to suck on the man on his other side. Jock caught his
breath and watched as he zipped up. He thought to himself that this kid was
really well-trained by someone to be quite the little cum dump.

But as it was a men's room in a department store, he realized, too, why
everyone else who had already been sucked off and let a little kid eat
their cum had fled.

Why get caught using a little kid after you've used him.

And, Jock, too, skipped washing his hands as he quickly exited the
restroom.

Once outside, he realized it was silly to have left so quickly though. The
lower level was dead of shoppers. He was back in the real world. And he
realized that there were more men in that restroom getting blowjob from a
child than there were people shopping on the entire basement level of this
huge store.

Jock still had forty-five minutes to kill so he headed to the small diner
around the corner on Wabash Avenue.

He was lucky to get a window table with small booths. He ordered and,
fifteen minutes later, was in the middle of eating a grilled ham and cheese
on rye when he happened to glance out the large picture window overlooking
the sidewalk.

He saw the little boy who had been sucking cocks in the men's room. And he
was holding the hand of a man. They were busy talking and looked very
chipper. Jock had a pang of guilt as he realized, after seeing the boy
behaving in such a typical child-like way, that he had actually had him
suck down a load of his semen.

But then he noticed the man more closely. And Jock recognized the top coat
he wore. He was the man who had stood at the sinks the entire time,
watching the depraved scene taking place at the urinals.

But why was this boy with him.

At that very moment, the bell of the door to the diner rang. Jock looked up
and noticed that the man and boy had entered. A waitress took them to the
table just beside Jock's.

As the boy hopped up into the booth, Jock could barely see the top of his
blonde head as he faced the other way. But the man took a moment to stand
there, as he removed his coat before sitting down.

When he did, Jock was looking right into his face.

"Can I order anything I want, Daddy?", Jock was then shocked to hear the
young boy ask gleefully.

"You sure can, champ", the man replied as he opened his menu. "Want me to
read you what they have?", he asked his son.

"Do they have macaroni and cheese?", the little guy asked.

The father checked up and down the menu but then, as the waitress poured
their water, he asked her.

"No. 'fraid not", the older woman said. "We have grilled cheese sandwiches
if you like cheese though."

The father asked his son, "How would that be, son? Want a grilled cheese?"

"And French fries?", the boy asked.

"We have French fries", the waitress said. "So you want French fries,
grilled cheese...and for you, sir?"

"Bring me a French dip sandwich and a cup of coffee, thanks", he replied,
"And he'll have a small Coke."

Once the waitress waited away, Jock could hear the dad whisper as he leaned
over the table toward the boy, "How's your throat feeling, son?"

"Hmmm, okay, I guess", the little boy replied.

"Some of them were real big ones today, weren't they?", the man whispered
some more.

Over the booth seat that divided them, all that Jock could see was the very
top of the boy's blonde head as it nodded up and down.

"Take a drink of your ice water", the father then said. "It will make your
throat feel better." He watched the boy but then quickly added, "Take the
cough drop I gave you out of your mouth first. I don't need you choking on
anything today."

After he said that, the man looked up and stared straight into Jock's eyes.

There was obviously some sense of mutual recognition going on.

Jock could see the man perk up a bit as sat erectly in the booth where he
sat with his son.

As though willing to play a game, the man then asked his son, "Did you like
shopping with daddy today?"

"But we didn't buy anything, daddy", the boy replied innocently.

"You got quite a few things though, today", the man continued to say.

"I did?", the boy asked.

"In the special room", the man said.

"Oh. The special room", the boys laughed as he finally understood what his
daddy was meaning.

"There were a lot today", the child said very emphatically.

Then he paused and asked, "Why do you think so many daddies were in there
today? Don't they get off work like we do at school?"

"Oh, they get off at work, son", the man joked. "But grown ups aren't
always luck ducks like you kids who go to school. They have to work every
day during the week."


"But you were off today, daddy", the boy stated. "Or is that because you
own your business?"

"That's right", the man answered. "I'm lucky because I can take off
whenever I need to."

"Do you think I helped them, daddy?", the small boy then asked.

"Helped them?", his father replied.

"You know", the boy asked as he took another gulp of the cold water. "The
way daddies sometimes need to be helped but don't at their own houses."

"Yes", the man said as though he were the proudest dad at a school talent
show. "You were the best as usual. You helped so many of them today."

And again, the man locked eyes with Jock, who quickly turned his glance
away in embarrassment.

"I bet you're not even hungry", the father pressed on, enjoying making one
of his son's tearoom feeders squirm in his seat. "You ate enough special
milk to fill your belly, I bet."

"It was a lot, a lot!", the boy agreed. "But can I still eat my French
fries?"

The man laughed and leaned across the table to tussle his son's hair. "You
bet, champ. You're my boy."

Jock normally would have paid his tab and left by this time but he was too
curious and oddly aroused to leave the diner quite yet.

When the waitress served the man and his son their food, Jock asked for
another refill of coffee.

"Did you count them today, daddy?", the boy asked as he tried his hardest
to get some ketchup out of its bottle.

His father took the bottle from his son and shook it for him, aiming the
ketchup next to the boy's fries.

"Um huh", he replied as he put the bottle down. "I always do. Did you?"

The boy nodded. And as he took a bite of a french fry, he said, "Fourteen."
He then hesitated a moment before adding, "Is that right daddy?"

"Almost", the man said. Then as he looked at Jock again, he added, "But you
forgot one, I think."

Jock could tell, even by the top of the boy's head that he was confused.

He heard the child say, "It wasn't fourteen? I thought it was fourteen..."

"You forgot the first one, today", the father added.

That made the boy giggle and squiggle in the booth. In a laughing manner,
he replied, "YOU DADDY!"

"That's right", the man answered. "You have to count every lollipop, don't
forget."

"I thought you just meant in there", the boy whispered. "In the special
room."

Now jock was hard within his suit trousers again. Apparently this child had
not only sucked off fourteen strangers in a men's room as his father
watched. But he also sucked on his father's own cock.

Jock watched as the man leaned toward his son over their table again. He
was whispering something to the boy but couldn't hear what.

A moment later, the boy popped up staring right at where Jock sat. He'd
turned around and gotten on his knees to look over the booth as he said,
"Hi."

Jock was caught off guard but managed to mutter a "Hello there" in return.

"How's your lunch?", the little boy asked Jock as Jock could see the boy's
father listening and grinning.

"Um. I'm finished actually", Jock replied. "I'm only having coffee now."

"I know you", the small child said.

Jock's heart thumped within his chest as he coughed out, "You...do?"

"Hmmah", the boy said. "You were in the special room. Right?"

"Special room?", Jock said, pretending not to understand.

"You want to come sit with us?", the boy then offered. "With my daddy and
me?"

"Oh, I don't think so", Jock said as he glanced around to see who might be
listening or watching, although he realized that no one was.

"My daddy said it would be okay", the blonde kid said with the most
adorable smile Jock had every seen. He couldn't believe he had pushed his
massive penis between those sweet pink lips only thirty minutes earlier.

"I really don't...", Jock again began to say.

"Pleeeease?', the boy said.

"Its fine", his father then said directly to Jock. "Come and sit with us a
while if you're in no hurry."

Again, Jock looked about the diner. But as it was the end of the lunch
rush, it was clearing out quickly. A couple of elderly ladies sat in a
booth across the diner. And two or three people sat down back by the
kitchen at the diner counter.

"Just for a moment", Jock said, hardly believing he was going to join a man
whose little son he had squirted his cum into earlier.

Jock got up and both the man and the boy's eyes went directly to his
crotch. Carrying his cup of coffee, Jock couldn't do anything to hide the
fact he was sporting a full erection which caused his trousers to tent.

He was just glad that no one, including their waitress was in sight as he
made haste to slide into the seat closest to him.

It was the seat of the booth where the little one sat. He had slide down
toward the big picture window overlooking Wabash Avenue to let the large
man sit beside him.

"Hi", Jock said nervously as he again tried to control his breathing.

"Hi", the man said to him as he reached his hand across the table to shake
Jock's.

"My name is Bill and this is my son, Billy", the man stated very simply and
with a smile.

"Hi Bill", Jock replied. And then he turned ever so slightly toward the
little boy sitting beside him and added, "Hello Billy."

"Hi", the boy replied with a huge grin on his cute face.

Jock thought to himself that the boy seemed just as small or smaller now,
seated beside him as he did when he stood looming tall over him in the
department store john.

"What's your name?", Billy asked Jock.

Not knowing but knowing why he lied, Jock replied, "Jim. James. But
everyone calls me Jim."

"Hi Jim", the boy's father said. Then after a pause, he said, "It was good
to see you feed my boy, here."

Jock felt his heart drop to his stomach where they then both dropped to his
shoes.

"Back at Fields", the man asserted.

"Oh", Jock muttered.

"Don't worry", the man said. "No one knows. And damn if I care."

"You let him...?", Jock began to ask.

"Sure", Bill replied. "Why not. He likes it. You like it. They like it. I
like it. Why wouldn't I let him?"

Again Jock glanced over his shoulder to be sure no one was listening before
me whispered, "In a public, you know, and with so many?"

"How many, champ?", Bill asked Billy.

"Fourteen...I mean, FIFTEEN!", the small boy shouted out gleefully.

"Well, fourteen this time, champ", his father said. "Jim here was only
asking how many in the special room."

He then looked directly at Jock and added, "And you were number twelve back
there, Jim."

Although he was more nervous than he'd ever been in his life, Jock couldn't
help but throb inside his suit trousers. He then felt something on his
thigh.

He glanced down and could see that Billy was reaching his small hand over
to his crotch.

He looked around again and only because no one was within eye shot, he let
the boy find his tented erection.

"You have a real big one", the child whispered as his tiny hand did a good
job at squeezing the man's rock solid bulge.

"Billy", his father then suddenly stated in a firm tone of voice.

And the boy's small hand pulled away from Jock's crotch.

And just in time.

For coming up behind Jock and Billy was the old waitress, carrying a pot of
coffee.

"Oh, you moved to here", she said. As she handed Jock his tab from the
other table.

"You gentlemen want a heat up?", she then asked.

"Yes. I'll have some more", Bill said. She then poured more coffee into his
cup and capped off Jock's too without even asking.

"You like your cheese sandwich, young man?", the waitress then asked Billy.

"Uh ha. It's good", he answered.

"Looks like you barely touched it", the older woman said as she reached for
his plate. "You want me to wrap this for you?", she then asked the boy's
father.

"No. We have more shopping to do. But thanks", the man replied.

"No dessert?", the waitress asked.

"No", Bill firmly stated. We might grab a treat later, Billy."

"Well, here's your tab", the woman said as she placed it upon the
table. Then saying to Jock, "And you have yours. Have a nice afternoon
gentleman...and little gentleman, too."

With that, the men watched her return to the kitchen area where she said
with another waitress.

And again, Jock felt the little hand once again squeezing his meat through
the wool of his trousers.

As if in reflex response, Jock placed his much larger hand over the
boy's. He didn't know though whether he was trying to get the tot to stop
playing like that in a public place. Or if he was only trying to better
shield the boy's naughty groping from anyone's view.

"He can't get enough, Jim", Bill said as he sat there, clearly aware of
what his son was doing.

"He's been like this ever since he was real little", the father said. "I
couldn't keep his hands off me down there from the time he could sit on my
lap."

"You serious?", Jock managed to get out as he tried to control himself from
letting this little scamp make him cum again.

"He's always been a lollipop sucker", Bill whispered. "If you know what I
mean by that."

"Yeah. I think I do", Jock grunted, trying not to let this little boy make
him ejaculate within his suit trousers.

"Yeah. I think you do, too", Bill said.

"My little Billy here can't get enough", the man said. "He never has been
able to get enough. It's something his own mother never bothered to
notice. But maybe that's because she was always gallivanting around."

"That means cheating", Billy said looking at Jock.

He then continued to squeeze the man's huge, covered erection.

"She was a cheat. Billy's got that right", Bill stated. "That's why I have
sole custody over my little champ."

"Mommy ran away and moved in with some man", Billy again stopped his
massaging of Jock's cock in order to say.

"Which worked out fine for me", Bill added. Courts granted me sole
permanent custody since they could see she was nothing but a slut who
deserted her family.

As Jock tried to hold off an orgasm, he managed to say, "That's a shame."

"Nah", Bill grinned. "Biggest blessing that every happened. Well, next to
the blessing of my little guy here."

He then nodded toward the diner restrooms and offered, "If you want to feed
him another load, you can take him in there. If you need to shoot."

Jock took a deep breath and tried to compose himself. He sternly but gently
gripped the little boy's wrist and took his small hand away from his
crotch.

"Um. No", he said. "I better not. It's not right."

"Why not?", Bill said. "You already pumped a whole lot down his throat
before. It's always alright."

"I didn't mean, it's not right", Jock said, trying not to make Bill mad. He
realized that while depraved, it was the best fun, if not most shocking,
he'd had in a while.

"I meant, not here", Jock said, trying to keep the option of using this
little guy's mouth again if need be.

"You can come with us", Bill said to Jock.

"Where are you going?", Jock said in a low voice.

"Over to City Hall", Bill said with a big old nasty grin on his
face. "There's a big gloryhole in the men's room on the second floor."

Jock nodded his head down toward Billy as he asked, "He...does them...that
way, too?  He uses gloryholes?"

"I like sucking lollipops through those holes, daddy", Billy affirmed.

"He's been sucking through gloryholes all his life", Bill smirked.

"All his life?", Jock asked. "I mean, how old can Billy be now?"

"Tell Jim", Bill said.

And Jock turned in his seat to see the boy had six fingers held up.  "I'm
six. But I was five and three quarters until last week."

"And he's used men's room gloryholes...?", Jock said in an barely audible
voice.

"All his life", Bill smiled. "In fact, I had to sit him on my lap the first
time so he could reach the big lollipop oozing precum looking for a hungry
mouth to eat it all down."

"Jesus Christ", Jock muttered while actually his cock was so erect and
straining within his trouser that it was painful.

"So, how 'bout it, Jim?", Bill said. "You up for a stroll over to City Hall
with us? There are always a lot of lollipops there for Billy to suck."

"At City Hall?", Jock asked incredulously.

"Damn right at City Hall", Bill stated. "They're worse than many of the men
in most places. And the cops look the other way because their Sarge had fed
my little guy here. So, what do you say? If you can stand up, that is."

Bill laughed as Jock tried to join him, too.

"Yeah. We'll see if I can even get up", Jock joked nervously.

"Give it a minute", Bill said. "And then we'll head over there."

As he felt his erection subside somewhat, Jock got up and for some reason
grabbed both his tab and that of Bill and Billy's too.

"I'll get this", Jock said.

"Hey", Bill said. "You don't need to do that.

As they three of them went to the cashier counter, Billy between them, it
occurred to Jock that they probably looked like two brothers with one of
their sons.

"I want to get this", Jock said as he reached for his wallet. He didn't say
why but down deep he felt it was the least he could do after pumping his
cum into the boy's mouth.

And now, if he followed them over to City Hall, he knew Billy would be
sucking his massive Irish cock again.

Hell, Jock felt that was worth at least the price of grilled cheese and
fries.


end -part two

more to come

