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title: 'The Family Business'
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### The Family Business

Date: Wed, 05 May 1999 19:48:31 PDT
From: Jack Doegh <cum2gloryhole@hotmail.com>
Subject: Family Business pts 8 and 9

The Family Business

By Jack Doegh   comments: cum2gloryhole@hotmail.com


Part VIII:  MAX HAS AN IDEA

Max pulled me close to him as we stared into the security monitors. "See
that guy there...", he said pointing to a man in the bookstore area who was
standing at a magazine rack, "he's got one of the biggest dicks I
hear...he's in here ALL the time...ain't never seen him suck anybody but
several of the regulars have said they've all done him...hangs like 11
inches or something."

I looked at the man closely as he flipped through a magazine and even
through the slightly grainy image spotted a long mound running down his
pants leg.

"Oh, fuck...look here kid...", Max said pointing to one of the arcade
monitors."Bet you'd love to be down there doing that one..."  I saw a man
carrying a briefcase squeezing his basket looking at another man who stood
a few feet from him in the darkened corrridor.  Soon they each disappeared
into two adjoining video booths.  "You'd be doing 'em both if you were down
there, wouldn't ya, kid?"

I just sort of gave Max a weird smile and had to admit, a part of me wanted
to be down there again.  "I can see you would...", Max said giving my new
boner a teasing squeeze through my blue uniform pants.

"We'd better close shop here, kid, before your dad walks in on us again",
Max said pulling be by the shoulder and closing the closet doors.  As he
locked the door, he said, "So ya see, kid, I have certain suspicions your
dad knows what was fuckin' goin' on for a while downstairs...before he went
looking for you..."

I was stunned.  The thought had never occurred to me.  I couldn't believe
my own dad would have known I was in the gloryhole arcade servicing adult
men and yet not run downstairs and put a stop to it immediately.  And there
was no faking that dad was furious at me.

"Maybe he never opens that closet...", I said weakly. "I mean, maybe he
never went in there today..."

"Yeah, right...", Max sneered. "Let me tell ya something about your old
man...he's the one who installed this thing in his office -- those monitors
used to be in an office down the hall...I wouldn't doubt if he jacks off
looking at his store from in here..."  Max looked at me as if to see my
reaction to that statement.

I was too stunned to say anything.  My young cock throbbed inside my cotton
slacks but thinking of my own dad jerking off was too weird to consider.  I
mean, I knew I was sucking other kids' dads and all but hadn't really ever
thought of my own dad quite that way.

Max chuckled a bit realizing he had obviously thrown a wild card at
me. "Hey, didn't mean to freak you out kid...it's just, fuck, he's just
another cock like the rest of 'em...thought you might like to do him..."

"I don't...", I muttered.

"Your old man's good-looking...don't you think, kid?", Max sincerely asked.

"I guess...", I replied, "I just never look at him like that..."

"You're fuckin' with me, kid...REALLY?", Max was acting as if he were
shocked. Then he leaned into me and whispered, "I've wanted to swing on
your dad's cock since he bought this place from Louie."  Then Max stood
tall and said, "Aint never had the privilege working here and all... but
I'd do him, kid."

"Wow", I mumbled.  It was weird to hear Max say that he wanted to give my
dad a blowjob even though he's sucked me twice already.

Max came up to me and started squeezing my cockmound again. "And if you
inherited this meat from your dad, I KNOW I want to suck him, too."
Silence came over us as Max slowly unzipped my pants again. "That's what
they say about you kids...it's up more than down during the day...". The
older man's hand slipped into my open fly and groped my erection. "How do
you hide this meat at school everyday?", he asked as he dropped to his
knees.  I didn't answer him as he pulled out my thick 7 inches. "Any of the
other kids in your class hung like you?", he asked as he swallowed my cock.

A bolt of electricity seemed to run through me as his expert mouth milked
me for another load of my semen.  I held Max's gray and balding head and
slowly fucked my cock into his wet, warm mouth.  I could feel his tongue
lap at my hairless nuts and he moaned softly as he sucked me. This blowjob
was slow and warm and for the first time I had a sensation of some sort of
power over Max.  He seemed so wanting and needy for my cum.  He came across
the way I felt when I had been eating cum downstairs.  Maybe Max was right,
we had a lot in common.  I stood there and suddenly wanted not just a
blowjob but also to feed Max more of my teen sperm.  It was pretty cool to
think he wanted it so deperately that he's risk getting fired by my dad if
he were to come in to find his employee on his knees sucking my cock.

"I'm gunna cum", I grunted.  My knees began to buckle.  Max simply groaned
with my penis down his throat and then almost made whimpering sounds like
he was crying. The grasp of his cocksucking lips got tighter and I knew the
man wanted a third load of my cum.

The release of semen from my cock was intense as it flooded Max's mouth.
My eyes rolled closed and I surrendered to his hands suddenly grasping my
thin waist and pulling me into him.  It felt as if he were trying to
swallow me whole.

Max abruptly pulled off my still spasming cock and let the next several
shots of cum blast onto his face and neck.  He started laughing and stuck
out his tongue getting the last big splash of cum on it. He ate my cum like
a person eating frosting, licking his lips, his fingers and wiping some
from his chin.  He took my testicles into his two hands and "weighed"
them. "Thirteen years old...", he muttered. "No fuckin' wonder young teen
pregnancies are on the rise...with kid-studs like you runnin'
around...hmmm, whoa!!"

I pulled back, exhausted and literally drained.  My nuts actually felt like
they'd been yanked and milked by a machine.

"Better put that thing away before your dad come in here", Max smiled as he
slowly got up off his knees.  "I could look at your cock all day, kid, but
better not let your pop know I been eating his kid's sperm...", he said as
he put my flaccid meat back into my fly.

Max went to the mini-fridge, handed me another Coke and patted my head like
I was six years old.  He sat in dad's chair and pressed the intercom,
"How's it going up there, boss?"

"Fine, Max", dad replied. "...how are things back there?"

"Oh, great, boss...", Max answered trying to fight back a laugh. "Couldn't
be better..."

There was a long pause. "Good", dad said, "What exactly does that mean,
Max?"

"Oh, nothin', boss", Max said as he winked at me. "Just chewin' the fat
back here..."

"Good...good", dad said. "I want you back out here in about 10 minutes...I
have to make some calls in a while."

"No prob, boss", Max said. "What are you planning to do with the...um,
little bundle back here?"

"We'll talk about that later, okay, Max?? THANKS", dad said.

Max turned off the intercom.  "I love to make your pop nervous...another
thing we got in common, kid", Max laughed.  I sat in the office chair next
to the desk as I sipped my soda.

Max suddenly stared into my face.  "You are one fucking good-looking
kid...I mean your face...not just that gorgeous kid cock..."

Despite all that had transpired, I must have blushed.

Max stared and seemed to be thinking.  "It's a fuckin' shame to deprive
those guys downstairs, ya know...", he whispered.

I shook my head not understanding what Max was trying to say.

"You like sucking men off, kid?  I mean, really like it a LOT??", Max asked
as he leaned across the desk.

I nodded and took a nervous swig of my Coke.

Max smiled.  "I know it's hard to talk about...so I'll just go on the fact
you were covered in cum earlier...", Max said.  "I got an idea...you don't
gotta go for it or anything..."

I was tired and drained but Max was making me curious. "What do you mean?",
I asked.

"How much cock you get into your throat downstairs?  I bet a lot, huh?",
Max whispered. "So I gots this idea...I know this guy...he makes
movies...certain sort of movies...he'd love to meet you..."

"Movies?", I asked. "What sort of movies?"

"Specialty stuff, " Max said. "Movies of kids like you doing what you were
doing downstairs...those sorts of movies..."  Max stared at me looking for
my reaction.

"I dunno know...", I said.

"Let me put it this way kid, " Max stated. "You could make some money doing
what you love to do..."

"Money?", I naively asked.

"Yeah", Max said. "Men would PAY you money to do what you were doing
downstairs...how's that appeal to ya?"

"I dunno...", I said, my heart racing. "I mean, isn't that, like, you know,
prostitution or something?"

"Naw", Max said smiling at me. "Think of it as earning your own
allowance...you could use your own fun money, couldn't ya kid?"

"My dad gives me money", I said.  "I already get an allowance."

"Okay then", Max said, "let me put it to you this way...how many cocks you
suck off downstairs?"

"Like ten, maybe...", I offered.

"TEN?", Max smiled and shook his head. "I know you HAVE to meet this
guy...anyway...let's say at just 25 bucks a pop, you coulda made 250 bucks
in the couple hours you were down there..." Max turned a bit ashen. "Fuck,
that's more than half my weekly take-home pay...", he almost muttered to
himself.

"I just dunno...", I repeated.  "I mean, what would I have to do?"

Max's face lit up. "Just leave it to me, kid...I'll call my buddy and
arrange a meeting...you don't gotta commit to anything...you'll love
it...you won't miss any school or anything...heck you love cum, like me,
right kid?"

"Yeah, I guess", I said.  "It's just getting paid...that's sort of
weird...isn't it against the law?"

Max laughed out loud.  "You fuckin' worried if it's LEGAL?  Shit, kid, you
just broke every fucking law in every state and half the countries on this
planet! No, it aint legal but if you want a belly full of men's cum, you
aint gunna get any legally for about five years..."

I was embarrassed but started to laugh too. "Well, you know what I
meant...to get PAID for sucking a man?"

Max just stared at me again.  He glanced at the door and then rose from his
chair and walked around the desk.  He stood directly in front of me and
silently unzipped his slacks.  With one hand he held my face; with the
other, he pulled his erection from the fly.  His penis wasn't huge, just
average, but uncut and rigid.  He stepped closer to me and rubbed the head
of his penis across my lips.  His precum wetted them as he pulled back his
foreskin and pushed his cock into my mouth.  He then shoved his full
erection into my throat, still holding the side of my head.  He fucked his
cock in and out as I opened my throat to accept his thrusts.  It only took
a couple of minutes, maybe he was super horny; maybe worried my dad might
come in, as he started ejaculating down my throat. Max grunted and pushed
himself onto me as he came. "Eat it, kid", he mumbled.

As his orgasm subsided, he pulled his penis out and used his softening cock
to slap my cheeks, leaving them streaked with his man gism. Max looked down
at me swallowing his sperm.  "That", he stated, "...woulda been 25 bucks
for ya...IF you were takin' money, that is...", he said as he zipped up.

I thought of all the men who had shot their cum into me here and at the
park men's room.  Shit, I had like 75 loads already...man, that woulda
been, like almost 2000 bucks!  I felt ripped off, retro-actively.

"So, um...", I meekly asked. "Who's this guy you know?"


The Family Business

By Jack Doegh    comments welcome:    cum2gloryhole@hotmail.com


Part IX:  Getting Home


Max told me he would call his friend the following morning to see what he
could set up.  I was extremely hesitant to admit that the idea of making a
movie appealed to me greatly.  After having seen the my very first porn
videos downstairs in the bookstore arcade, I thought it would be sort of
cool to be in one.

"So, would I have to do what the guys in the videos do downstairs?", I
asked Max who was re-adjusting his shirt and belt after having fucked my
mouth.

"Kid, you'd be able to do anything you want on video...as long as men got
to see your horny little body getting pumped", he said, giving me a quick
wink.  "Besides, you seem the sort who'd like to make as many men happy as
possible and movies are the best way to give the greatest number of men a
woody..."

Dad suddenly unlocked the door and Max whispered, "I'll call ya after
school tomorrow, kid".

I nodded and wiped some of Max's semen from my chin which I'd just noticed.

"Thanks, Max", dad grumbled as he came back into the room. "'Appreciate you
looking after him while I was out there...it's been a busy fucking
night..."

"A real HARD day for these guys, I guess...", Max laughed. "Well, at least
they got a place to get off..."

Dad looked at his employee and smirked, "And, at least, they got pockets of
money for the privilege of letting them make a mess of every fuckin'
booth..."

"Right, boss", Max replied looking to me, "and those men are willing to PAY
good to get off..."

"You might want to check out booth 17, Max", dad said. "Got a couple of
complaints the tokens are sticking..."  Dad was rummaging through some
papers on his desk. "I'm going to try to get this one out of here soon.",
he continued, momentarily motioning in my direction.

"Good luck, boss...I'll see what I can do about that booth", Max
said. "Take care, kid and stay outta trouble with your old man here..."  He
winked at me and left the office.

"Max is nothing but a cocksucker", dad said as he locked the door. "But
he's my best employee."  Dad returned to his desk and pulled out his
wallet.  "Since you fucking traded all the cash I gave you earlier for your
goddamn cocksucking tokens," he snorted, "...here's a twenty...I want you
to get OUT of this store, go to LaSalle and Washington and get a fucking
taxi home."

I was speechless.  Dad was telling me to go home.  I still feared he'd toss
me out.

Dad looked up as I didn't respond. "Did you fucking hear me?", he snarled.

I nodded silently.

"And you go DIRECTLY home...nowhere else...you better be there when I get
out of here in just a couple of hours." Dad stood up and went to the door
which led to the arcade level. "Don't fucking stop anywhere...and screw
that nun's material..."

I nodded again.

Dad opened the door and we descended the spiral staircase. "When we get
down here", dad whispered. "A buddy of mine is going to walk you out to the
backdoor...get your ass down the alley and don't hail a cab till you're at
least at Washington Street..."

"But I thought there'd be men still...", I muttered pathetically, thinking
the arcade surely must still be busy at 7:30 p.m..

"No," dad growled, "No more cocks in your mouth tonight, son...he's gunna
escort you out like we do all the troublemakers who sometimes come in
here..."

"I...I..didn't mean I wanted to...", I sobbed. Dad thought I wanted to suck
more men off!

"Oh", dad scoffed, "Just thought with all the cum you made a pig of
yourself in tonight...you might think about ducking back into one of the
booths...don't even try it..."

"I..I..wouldn't", I said, mortified that my dad thought that was all that
was on my mind.

Dad opened the door slightly and a baritone voice uttered, "Where's the
kid?"

Once the door opened fully, I saw the man who was to escort me out.
Muscularly built and dressed in a black t-shirt and black jeans, he was
around thirty and wore a goatee. "Geeezchrist", he muttered, "You meant a
KID kid...", he whispered to dad. The man's eye's nearly popped out of his
head as he looked me up and down.

"Just get him out of here and there's a hundred in it for you", dad stated.
"Just make sure no one sees him and he gets OUT of here."

"Sure...sure...", the man said, grabbing me by the upper arm. The power of
his huge hand grabbing me made me wince in pain.

Noticing this, dad said, "And be easy...", dad's voice dropped, "he's my
son..."

The man stood blank-faced. "No fuckin' way...", he chuckled, "Your
KID?...that's just too wild...are you kidding me??"

"No", dad said. "Now just do what I said, ok?"

"Come on kid", the man said as he pulled me along with him.  "Let's get
your ass out of here..."

"Be there when I get home", dad called to me as he again shut the private
door.

The man in black wisked me through the corridor of the dark arcade.  I
sensed we had passed two or three men but our steps were so fast,
everything was a blur.  The man's 6'2" height seemed to almost block me
from view.

In a flash we were up the stairs and at the alley door. "Now get out of
here, kid", he sort of yelled once we were in the alley. "LaSalle Street's
THAT way", he said pointing to our right.

But he must have noticed I was quite upset as I was trying to get my
bearings and a better grip on my backpack.  The cool night air made me cold
in just the t-shirt I was wearing. Both my nerves and the temperature made
me shiver.

"You okay, kid?", he asked.

I nodded, "Yeah, I'm okay..."

"You gunna wear that Stock Exchange shirt on the street?", he asked.  "That
would be stupid..."

I almost forgot I was wearing the bookstore's logo on my chest.  I started
to well-up with tears as I didn't know what to do next.

"You got a change of shirt or something in that bag, kid?", he asked taking
the backpack from me.

The man unzipped it and rummaged about, pulling out my cum-soaked school
shirt.  He put his hand to his nose, sniffing the drying semen and said,
"Can't wear that...man...guess I heard right about you...".

I stared at the pavement of the alley.  The light above us was bright and
made me even more embarrassed that this big man knew what I'd been caught
doing.

"Here", he said, "...let's swap."  He started walking down a few paces to a
darkened alcove in the alley where a dumpster was stored.  "Let's trade
t-shirts..."

He started pulling his t-shirt over his head and I stared at his exposed
abs and chest, both dusted in black hair and well-muscled.  "Come on, kid,
it's cold out here", he directed, "get your shirt off..."

I stepped behind the dumpster with him and set down my backpack.  Slowly, I
lifted my t-shirt.

"Come on...come on...", he said, standing there bare-chested.  His built
was powerful and although I knew he was here to kick me out, I sprung a
boner looking at his chest.

Once I stripped off my shirt, he took it from me and just stood there
looking me over.  "You are a kid...," he said. "What are you, like ten?"
His hand reached down and gripped his basket. "Heard you were ...pretty
busy...in there tonight...", he said, groping himself more obviously.

"I'm thirteen...can I have the shirt?", I asked.

"Yeah", he said staring at me. "You can have the shirt...as soon as you do
something for me..."

My heart raced and leapt at the same time. "What?", I mumbled into the cool
silence of the alley.

"I want you to show me what you were doing...", the man said softly.

"I dunno...", I said, nervous we'd be discovered.

"Come on kid...five minutes...", the man cajoled. "Besides, you want the
shirt...and I know you'll like my cock."  With that the bouncer unzipped
his black jeans and hauled out a rigid nine inches.  He smiled as he
watched me look at his penis. "Thought you'd like it, kid...now come on,
quick!"  He grabbed me by my bare shoulders and through sheer strength
nearly shoved me to the ground.  "Suck me off!"

I put my hands around his trim waist and opened my mouth wide.

"Oh, that's it, kid...you are a fucking whore...", he laughed.

I sucked about two inches into my mouth savoring the smooth firmness of the
man's cock and could smell the scent of talc on his balls.

"Aint never fucked a kid's mouth before...", he muttered. "Let's see if
it's any good for a ride...".  And with that, he shoved his entire thick
cock into my throat.  I nearly fell backwards into the alley and started
choking. "Don't gimme that shit, kid", he said, pulling me up to my knees,
his big cock jutting out from his fly. "Now gimme some head..."

He shoved me against the wall of the bookstore and held firmly onto my
head.  "Heard guys were fucking this throat left and right in there and I
want some, too", he grunted as he pushed his cock between my lips again.

This time, I remembered to breathe and was able to take more of his
erection into my mouth.

"That's better, kid", he said, "Feels more like a cunthole this way..."
The man fucked my throat in smooth movements and each thrust forced another
inch into my throat.  "Yeah, that's it kid...feelin' like a pussy now...oh,
yeah....yeah...."

The dead silence in the alley was puncuated only by the slurping sounds of
my throat being used by this man. "You like my big cock, kid?", he asked
still fucking me.  "WELL??"

I nodded as there was no way for me to pull off him or speak.

"That's better, baby...", his powerful frame seemed to engulf me as he
continued to fuck my mouth.

I reached around and grabbed his large, solid ass. The power of his muscles
made it impossible for me to make him move back even a step.

"I'm gunna cum, kid, don't worry", he said, "I got other things I gotta do
tonight..."

Truth be told, I wanted him to go on fucking my throat all night...but I
also need oxygen.

"Baby want some more cum?", he asked with whimsy.  "UH?? DO YOU??"

Again, I managed only a nod.

"Then let me hear it, kid...", he stated as he wihdrew his cock from my
throat and mouth.  He stepped back and jacked his cock.  "Come on...what
you want from me kid??"

"Your cum.", I whispered.

"MY WHAT??", he yelled.

"Your cum", again I whispered.

"I can't hear what it is you want, kid...", he continued his game.  "What's
the little boy on his knees want from me???"  He waved his dick
lasciviously at me and grinned like a handsome devil.

"I WANT YOUR CUM, PLEASE", I said loudly.  I wanted it now more than
anything else. Even though I thought he was a jerk, his cock and muscles
made me want him to do anything he wanted to me.

"That's better...", he said, "And I want to feed it to you...make your baby
mouth eat my jizz...you like jizz I hear...".  He masturbated and slowly
returned his slick cock to my lips.  I tried to suck him back into my
mouth.

"NO", he chastised. "I'm gunna feed my cum to you, baby...just like
that...keep your little mouth open just a bit ...just like that...oh, yeah,
that's it..."

I continued to kneel with my lips just slightly apart.  He masturbated his
cock directly onto my wet lips.

"Oh, baby boy, here I cum", he groaned reaching orgasm."Keep your lips
apart...like....that....ooohhhhhhhhhyyyyyyyyyyyeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhEAT
it...kidddddd!"

The man shot a load of cum thicker and of greater volume than I'd gulped
down all evening.  It splurting onto my lips and into my mouth, coating my
thirteen year old tongue.  I could taste every ounce of his semen that way
and he seemed to have known that.  I swallowed some but much remained in my
mouth.

The man started laughing in exhilaration and pulled back from my mouth.
"WHOA!  That was great...!", he stated. He stared at my mouth.  "Eat my
sperm, kid...you seem to really like the jizz..."  He zipped his jeans and
grabbed me by the jaw. "SWALLOW ALL OF IT...I didn't feed my precious jizz
to a some kid-slut just to have it sit there in his mouth...SWALLOW IT ALL,
you little cumwhore."

I did as he insisted and swallowed every sperm in his semen, savoring the
taste of what the man had shot from his testicles.  "That's better,
kid...you do that well...how's it stack up to the other cum you been
guzzling tonight?"

"Great", I mumbled as I licked my lips clean.

He grabbed the blue t-shirt and quickly put it on. "Gotta get back to
work...it was fun!"  He tossed me his black t-shirt,saying, "Give it to
your father when you get home...that's a fucking 100 dollar shirt from
Armani...and I want it back. It's not a present...consider my jizz your
present."

I nodded as I reached for the black t-shirt.

"And don't get any CUM on it, slut...", he said emphatically.  And with
that, he returned to the bookstore.

I gathered my things and ran to LaSalle Street for no other reason than to
get out of that alley.

Almost in a daze, I hailed a cab and was home in about 15 minutes.  I went
to my room and laid down on my bed, afraid and upset.

I must have fallen asleep, for the next thing I knew, it was 10 pm and I
heard dad coming in through the front door.


to be continued...

