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title: 'Timmy and His Secret Fort'
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### Timmy and His Secret Fort

Date: Mon, 24 Nov 2008 19:08:55 -0800 (PST)
From: Gloryhole Junkie <misterghj@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mr.gloryholeJUNKIE's "Timmy Series": Timmy And His Secret Fort

"TIMMY AND HIS SECRET FORT" by Mr.gloryholeJUNKIE


All typical disclaimers about men and their real life actions, as well as,
notices about sexual literature APPLY HERE.


It was the first Saturday morning of summer vacation and Timmy ran outside
to play. He swung on the swing set and slid down the slide. His parents
watched him from the kitchen window and sensed that their son was beginning
to outgrow the redwood play set they had bought for him years ago.

"I think Timmy will need something more to keep him busy this summer", his
mother said as she took a sip of coffee. "He won't be satisfied with those
monkey bars all summer, I'm afraid."

Timmy's dad grinned, as he knew his son had developed other interests away
from the swing set - yet it was an interest some could still refer to as
the "swing set". His large penis thickened within his boxer shorts as he
watched his son bounce from swings to monkey bars and then around and
around the entire play set. His wife looked down at her husband's crotch
and felt the erection. "You like my new nightgown, don't you? Victoria's
Secret.", she cooed as she lifted it, revealing her hairy twat.

Timmy's father was fully erect as she took his penis out of fly of his
boxers, directing it to her spread pussy lips as she leaned against the
sink. "Fuck your big cock into me", she whispered. "Before Timmy comes
in. I have to get to work in a few minutes anyway."

Facing the kitchen window, Timmy's dad slid the thick mushroom head of his
cock into his wife as he looked at his little son play in the backyard. He
was penetrating her, but he was thinking of his son's smooth, little butt.
He rammed his erection into his wife as he looked at Timmy, in little
shorts and t-shirt, run around in circles, knowing how good his son had
become at sucking big man cocks in the woods and restrooms. As his wife had
her eyes sealed and bit her lip in the throes of quickie, marital
intercourse, Timmy's dad lost his load of semen while watching his son's
tiny butt as the boy bent over to look at a caterpillar inching its way
along a log outside.

As the man ejaculated seed into his wife, she moaned lightly and then
pulled down her nightgown again. "I'll be home late tonight", she said as
she re-arranged herself looking out the window. "You'll be okay with Timmy
all day?"

Timmy's dad slipped his fat meat back into the fly of his boxers as he
nodded. "Yeah, we'll be fine. We'll find something to do for sure."

"Well, it's a nice day so I hope you do something outside with him", she
said as she rinsed out her coffee cup. She then tweaked her husband's
flaccid penis through his boxers and whispered, "You love my hot juicy
cunt, don't you, hon?"

Her husband gripped her by the waist and kissed her as he had one eye on
his son who raced toward the kitchen door. "Yeah, you're the best", he
said, keeping her happy.

As Timmy bounded in, his mother told him to eat his breakfast while she got
ready for work.

A half-hour later, Timmy and his dad waved as she drove away for a full day
in the E/R.

"Well, kiddo", his father asked with a big smile. "What do you feel like
doing this morning?"

Timmy giggled knowing what he wanted to do. And his father knew immediately
what the boy meant. He tousled his son's blonde mop of hair and shook his
head. "We got to get other things done this weekend as much as I know you
like all those nice strangers in the secret woods."

Timmy blushed a bit as his daddy so easily recognized that he loved to suck
big men's penises. His father pulled him close and let Timmy feel him up
through his boxer shorts. He pulled his cock out of the fly and let Timmy
feel and stroke it into full erection. Timmy started to suck it, not
knowing his father's penis had been inside his own mother just minutes
earlier.

As nice as his wife's cunt might have felt, Timmy's father's cock was
raging as it screwed his son's wet mouth. He had to admit that his little
boy was becoming an excellent cocksucker. But before busting another
morning nut, he wrenched his young son off his cock. Laughing he told Timmy
they had things to do and that the boy would have to wait till later to
drink the creamy liquid out of his daddy's scrotum.

Timmy frowned and said, "Aw, shucks", watching his daddy's erection throb
and swing as the man walked a few feet away. As the man stuffed it back
into his boxers, creating quite an obscene tent, he chuckled and said that
he had an idea for something they could do for the day.

"Your mother and I were watching you out there", he told Timmy as he looked
out the kitchen patio door. "You look like you could use something more
back there in the yard for fun this summer."

Timmy was confused. "What do you mean, daddy?", he asked. "Like a pony or
something?"

His father laughed and shook his head. "No, not a pony...not a giraffe
either. I was thinking a boy your age could maybe use a clubhouse...a
fort!"

"COOL!" Timmy said with glee. "Like a real fort in a John Wayne movie?"

"Well, maybe not one as big as one in some movie", his daddy replied. "But
something like that. A place you can call your own when in the backyard."

"My very own fort?", Timmy again said enthusiastically.

His father came close and put his arm around his son. "Yeah, your very own
fort...a clubhouse for just boys", he said and then added, "...And maybe
even a few men at times."

Timmy smiled sort of knowing what his daddy meant. "You mean like a secret
fort...?"

His father winked as he squeezed Timmy's shoulder. "Yeah, a secret
fort...like the secret woods."

The two of them got ready and went out to Home Depot. They pulled into the
lot just as two men were loading up a pick up truck. As they reached to tie
down boards, Timmy could plainly see the men's big bulges. "Wow, daddy" he
whispered as they sat in the front seat. "Those two men look real big."

Timmy's father looked out the windshield as he turned off the car and
snickered as he realized his little eight-year-old was becoming quite the
little dickhound. "Let's go inside", he teased Timmy. "I don't think they'd
be comfortable getting blowjobs from you in the parking lot here."

Timmy trailed his daddy by a couple of feet as they went into the massive
building. They found an area with kits for tree forts and clubhouses. As
they stood looking at various options and wondering where they'd also find
special drill bits, a young man in an orange Home Depot apron came up to
them. He looked at Timmy and his dad as he smiled.

"Can I answer any questions?" , the nicely built young man asked.

"Yeah", Timmy's father said. "I wonder if this can be delivered?", he
asked, pointing to a heavy wooden, classic fort kit. "And... where would I
find a five inch drill bit for making holes?"

The young man said the kit could be delivered that afternoon and to follow
him to aisle 14-b for drill bits.

They crossed the warehouse where the young stud handed Timmy's dad a
package containing a five inch drill bit. "Makes a perfect five inch
diameter circle in wood, even in some thin metals. Its real popular.", the
clerk, an older teen said with a smile.

"I bet it is", Timmy's dad replied knowingly.

"Yes, lots of contractors and all sortsa guys come in to pick one up", the
Home Depot teen said. "Works on cordless drills, too, so you can imagine
what they're doing."

"More than making holes for the media cabinet, eh?", Timmy's dad jested as
he read the back of the drill bit packaging.

"Yeah! What you planning to use it for?", the guy asked, sort of nosing
around.

"Making this one here a secret clubhouse in the yard", Timmy's dad said as
he nodded at his son.

"It's going to be the best fort in the whole world", Timmy
interjected. "And all mine and real secret."

The Home Depot guy's ears perked up as he heard that. "Oh yeah? All your
own, huh? And secret?"

"Yeah!", Timmy said with a grin. "Just me and my daddy ...and other boys."

"And?", Timmy's father asked his son leadingly.

"Oh, and men can come too", the boy added.

The Home Depot clerk hesitated a moment but feeling it was safe, he asked
quietly, "Only certain men or any men, you mean?"

Timmy nodded. "Sure! Any men...even you can be part of my secret fort."

The clerk looked at Timmy's daddy with a questioning expression.

"He can invite any men he wants", Timmy's dad said plainly. "It's Timmy's
secret clubhouse after all."

"This for that?", the young clerk asked as he motioned toward the circular
drill bit.

Timmy's father nodded as he said, "Yeah, we're going to make just a few
modifications to the clubhouse kit when it arrives."

"No kidding?", the youth asked as he looked up and down the aisle making
sure they couldn't be heard.

"You can come see it when its all done", Timmy said, innocently inviting
the young clerk.

"Yeah, you have to come on by when its up", Timmy's father said with a
wink. "And feel free to bring some buddies from work."

The teen clerk was getting flustered but excited by what he thought he was
hearing. Was what he was hearing correct? Could this man and his son Timmy
be saying what he thought they were saying?

As they walked to the delivery counter, the young man swallowed hard and
asked, "Um, you think you might need some help?"

"With what?", Timmy's dad replied.

"Um", the young man gulped again as he spoke. "Uh, putting it up? Putting
up your son's fort today?"

"Yeah, in fact, I could use some help", Timmy's father said happily. He
loved how this young man had taken the chance in asking. And, who couldn't
use another helping hand when erecting a little boy's half-ton Home Depot
secret clubhouse kit?

Nervously but excitedly the teen clerk mumbled, "I could help like after
two. I get off at two today."

"Sounds good", Timmy's father said as he paid for the kit and arranged for
delivery after noon. He then gave the teen clerk, named Jonathan, their
address and said they'd see him after two.

As the turned to leave, Jonathan called out as he held a bag. "Hey, don't
forget this!" he said. "The, um, drill bit..."

Timmy's father took the bag and winked, "Dang, thanks! Wouldn't want to
forget this. Hell, its the main attraction of Timmy's secret clubhouse."

Timmy and his daddy stopped at McDonalds and then drove home where they
waited for the Home Depot delivery. To Timmy it seemed an eternity before
the orange truck pulled into their driveway. Two men got out and pulled the
heavy kit from the back of the pick up.

"You the little guy who ordered a secret clubhouse?", one of the men asked
with wink as Timmy ran out to meet them in the driveway.

Timmy's father sensed that perhaps Jonathan had said something to the men
since they used the word "secret".

"Yeah, bring it around back if you could", Timmy's dad said as the men
looked Timmy up and down with expressions of happily excited disbelief.

In the backyard, the men set the box down. "Where you want it?", the taller
of the two men asked as he ever so momentarily groped and adjusted himself.

"I'm not certain", Timmy's father said as he scanned the yard.

"Well, you want to keep it secret, don't you?", the other man stated in a
conspiring tone. "This is your kid's special secret fort, right?"

Now Timmy's father had a real sense these men must have been told
something.

"Want to keep it out of sight then", the taller man said as he pointed to
the kitchen window and patio doors. "You don't want mom or somebody nosing
around, do you, kid?"

Timmy shook his head and looked to his daddy. "No way!" he said. "This is
my secret fort. No girls and no mommies allowed, right daddy?"

"Just men we heard. That right?", the shorter, more muscular man asked
nervously.

"That's right", Timmy's dad replied. "So it's got to be somewhere perfect
for a boy's super secret fort."

The three men looked around the large lawn and heavily wooded property. One
of the men quickly went to one side of the house and came back.

"No windows on that side", he said. "There could be a good spot on that
side."

The men and Timmy went to the east side of the large house where there were
no windows.

There was a deep, dense patch of bushes and trees, many of them firs, along
the east side and the men went deep into the foliated area.

"This is pretty hidden in here. It's like the woods sort of", the taller
man said. "Seems that's what this fort needs."

"What's past this fence?", the shorter, muscular man asked as he went up to
a very high, solid run of wooden fencing that marked the property line.

Timmy's father grinned and said, "Just Elm Avenue. Quiet, lots of street
parking."

The taller man said, "I could make you a door in this fence if you
want. Wouldn't even know its there. I got hinges and a solid latch in the
truck." He headed back to the truck while Timmy's dad and the other man
pulled open the carton containing the clubhouse kit.

After the taller man got the items from the truck, he returned to the east
side of the house. Entering the densely wooded area, he was now joined by
the young guy, Jonathan, from Home Depot, who had just arrived in his beat
up Chevy Nova.

"We're making it real good and secret", the tall man said to
Jonathan. "Making sure its perfect for this little guy."

Timmy blushed as the man winked at him.

For the next hour, the tall man cut through the wooden, eight-foot high
fence and fashioned a door in it. From a few feet, one would not have even
noticed there was a portal along Elm Avenue.

"It's like a secret door!", Timmy said he went in and out of it several
times. "But why do we need it, daddy?"

Before his father could say anything, the short, muscular man, busy
constructing the fort with Timmy's dad and Jonathan, said, "So all sorts of
us men can visit your secret fort without nobody knowing nothing...keeps it
secret...real secret like secret forts should be."

"You mind if guys like us come by to visit your secret fort?", Jonathan
asked Timmy. "I mean, you like it, right?"

Timmy knew exactly what Jonathan was asking and nodded. "Sure, anybody can
come by anytime. That's why it's a secret fort."

"So I can come by, too and maybe tell buddies?", the tall man asked.

"Sure!" Timmy said. "And you can too", he added looking at the shorter,
muscular man. The three of them looked at one another with little smiles
and then at Timmy's dad as if asking if they were hearing things right.

"Timmy loves secret man friends", he told the three Home Depot men. "He'd
invite half the northern 'burbs if he could."

"But just men!", Timmy emphatically interjected wanting to make sure the
men knew that no girls or women were allowed. The men laughed as they heard
the little guy say that.

Once erected, Jonathan opened the drill bit packaging. "Look at what else
this kid's dad bought for him, you guys", he said showing the men the
circular bit.

"No fuck!" the tall man chuckled.

"Got to make it a real fun play fort for his kid, after all", Jonathan
said.

"Just the finishing touches", Timmy's father explained as he inserted the
bit into the drill.

Chuckling a bit, the tall man asked, "Your kid use these? I mean, he know
what to do at one?"

The men watched as Timmy's dad leaned down to enter the fort and from
within, quickly drilled a five-inch diameter hole, three feet up from the
grass, right through one of the wooden walls.

Timmy's dad emerged and said to his son, "Show 'em you know what the hole
in your secret fort is for, son."

Timmy disappeared and the men watched the hole. Soon a little finger
appeared and traced the perimeter of the new, freshly drilled gloryhole.

"Go ahead, try it out", Timmy's dad invited the men.

The three Home Depot workers looked at one another and then all around
making sure they were as well hidden as they knew they were. The tall man
nodded to Jonathan and in a hoarsy, deep and nervous voice said, "You go
first...after all, you turned us on to this place."

Timmy's dad gave the teen clerk an approving look. Jonathan stepped toward
the gloryhole where Timmy's little tongue was now wagging. He looked back
at his two co-workers and seeing they each were lewdly groping their own
baskets as they awaited what might happen, he unzipped his jeans and hauled
out a huge young erection.

"Damn", the shorter man said. "Didn't know you were so fucking huge,
Jon. They ought to put you in garden hoses at work."

Without a word, Jonathan slid his erect cock into the hole and directly
into Timmy's small wet mouth. As a breeze rustled through the dense trees,
Jonathan fucked his hips against the wooden forthouse.

In just a few minutes, the teen clerk bust a healthy, huge nut and found
himself copiously ejaculating nineteen year old sperm into some suburban
kid's secret hole... in his secret fort ...and into his secret mouth.

The hung young clerk, a bit red-faced pulled back from the fort and
immediately the shorter, muscular man stepped into his spot as he jested,
"Make sure you don't have any splinters on that big thing, Jon."

The man then quickly unzipped his jeans and fed Timmy a shorter, fatter,
older cock.

The man roughly rammed a few times into the side of the fort causing his
taller co-worker to joke, "Fuck man, go huffing and puffing but don't
fucking knock down the kid's house, Hank. Damn, this is just day one of
enjoying this kid's secret fort."

The man standing at Timmy's gloryhole couldn't believe how fucking
professional the kid was sucking dick as he squirted thick semen into the
little moth. As he pulled out and zipped up, the tall man asked, "How is
he?"

The shorter man shook his head in relieved glee, as he said, "Last time I
go to Acme Book Arcade for head before going home to the wife, I tell ya
guys that!"

The tall man unbuttoned his 501s and hauled out a huge, thick cock.

"You fucking going to use that on what's inside that fort?". Jonathan
asked, seeing his much older married co-worker's cock for the first time
ever.

"Hell, the kid was able to service yours. And you qualify for the stables,
too, my young friend", Hank said as he also watched their tall co-worker
thread the gloryhole with horsecock.

The man was much taller than the fort's roof and it looked like he was
screwing a box as he stood there enjoying the blowjob from an unseen Timmy.

Once he finished feeding Timmy a third load of stranger's cum within
fifteen minutes, the tall man stepped away. While rebuttoning his 501s, he
asked if they'd get to see the kid's dad try out the new hole. "I never
seen that", he said as he packed his soft cock back into the denims. "I got
four kids at home but none blow cock."

"None that you're aware of you mean", his shorter, muscular buddy
teased. "You sure one ain't doing sailors down at the docks, Steve?"

Timmy's dad stepped up to the gloryhole and unzipped his Banana Republic
shorts. Reaching into the fly, he pulled out his erect cock, throbbing hard
as he'd been watching the other three men use his son's gloryhole fort. He
let the three Home Depot workers get a good look at his daddy cock as he
thread it into the hole and between the small, semen-coated lips of his
hungry son.

There was silence as the three witnessed something they never in a million
years would have ever expected to encounter - no matter how hard they may
have tried.

A few minutes later, there was a low gasp from Jonathan as he watched
Timmy's father in orgasm, knowing the man was feeding thick, white, warm
ejaculate to his own son.

Once done, Timmy's father zipped up and told Timmy to come outside again.

The men watched as they saw Timmy emerge from the fort's doorway. Each man
reddened a little as they'd nearly forgotten how young the little guy
they'd all fed was. His mouth at the hole had almost made them forget this
fort really needed to be kept secret with a capital "S".

As they stood around the fort, the men suggested they drill more gloryholes
into the fort wall along the fence line. They figured that during peak
hours, Timmy could expect to blow numerous workers and other men on their
lunch hour break. So the men took the drill bit and created three more
holes - all in a row. That way, the boy could suck up to four men all
unzipped at the same time.

After a beer in the kitchen, the Home Depot guys left knowing that since it
was summer, they could pop around most any day to use Timmy's fort.

Just a couple of hours later, as Timmy's dad was mowing the grass, Timmy
was left to play in his new fort. Only Timmy could hear that there were
noises and a rustling about at the fence outside his secret fort. When he
went to look through one of the gloryholes, he saw a man in a white shirt
and tie coming through the hidden door in the fence. The man was in his
early fifties and seemed relieved to see there actually was a fort on the
other side. As Timmy peered through, he saw the man approach his fort,
squeezing the bulge in his slacks.

In another moment, the man was standing right along side the fort. The boy
watched as a thick, uncut penis came through one of the four gloryholes.
Timmy smiled as he leaned forward and opened his mouth for the stranger's
penis.

All summer long, Timmy never played on his swing set and yet was never
bored. He spent every minute in his wooded retreat. Word got all around
town and throughout the summer, most every hour of every day of the week,
men would know to park along Elm Avenue, find the secret fence door and
take a turn "playing" at Timmy's hidden gloryhole fort.



The End.

