Date: Fri, 9 Jun 2006 13:50:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: gloryhole junkie <mrghjunkie@yahoo.com>
Subject: Married with Children: Life of a Cumpig Dad, pt 1

Married with Children: Life of a Cumpig Dad
Part 1
by Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE
mrghjunkie@yahoo.com


Disclaimer:

The following story is intended strictly for an adult male audience.

It describes the realities of when a cocksucking cumpig male marries and
sires sons. It graphically depicts incestuous acts between father and his
minor sons. Do not read if such is not your erotic cup of tea.

Never try any of this this at home. If you're a dad, go to a room, lock the
door and masturbate to it, but don't re-enact any of what you are about to
read. If you're a son, enjoy reading the story but don't ask the old man
for head.

Adhere to all laws regarding such sexual practices in your local community.

Never engage in sexual conduct with a minor

Do not copy or publish without the author's prior written consent.



PREFACE, Sperm Swims in My Veins:

How can you begin to explain to some men that you're a guy who has sucked
off tens of thousands of dicks in his lifetime?

I, Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE, am that kind of a cumpig. I have wrapped my lips
around the cock of literally tens of thousands of different men. No joke;
no exaggeration; idiotic calculating by multiplying my number of toes into
the equation.

That is all real dick sucked. Different dicks and I would say 99.9% of it
the dicks of completely anonymous strangers. I could not even tell you but
a handful of the guys' first names. And there is no verifying if any of
those names were for real. How can so many men be named Mike or Tom?
There's common and then there are every other dick I sucked attached to a
Mike or a Tom?

And for all those cocks sucked, three-quarters of them have also pumped
nutmilk straight down my throat. You get good at milking meat inside your
throat after a while. And I have found that most men like it that way. They
can shove it in and just stand their squirting and squirting freely as they
feel my throat muscles gulping down all that daddy batter.

Some love to see their semen shoot out and into my open mouth. Funny thing
is, I would guess most of that type are the married men. They seem
fascinated and turned on by the sight of their ejaculate blasting all
white, warm and creamy into a strange guy's cumpigging mouth.

What kind of numbers are we talking here? Real, cold, hard numbers? Over
sixty thousand. I'll also use numerics for those whose eyes just
blurred. Over 60,000.

And I never count the same dick twice.

But I've been sucking them since I was four-years-old. Make it six actually
since the only cock I sucked on before that was the one inside my dad's
white jockeys.

But at six and seven, I became a regular cocksucker. And I haven't stopped
sucking and eating sperm since. I got hooked on the stuff and, as they say,
I've never looked back.

And remember, three-quarters of them have added a load of their sperm to
the collective pot (of my belly). That would be cumloads out of the nuts of
roughly 45,000 men.

How's a cumpig get to eat 45,000 cumloads and suck on over 60,000 cocks?

You start by basically being a cumpig. No brainer there. You have to love
drinking semen. And you have to need it all the time. You have to live for
the stuff. And you do live for the stuff.

You also have to love drinking it down out of lots and lots of
strangers. Few people have 60,000 pals. You have to be willing to open your
mouth and throat to most guys who show any interest in a blowjob.

Fortunately, that's never been a difficulty.

You also have to think cock and cum all the time, no matter where you are
or what you're doing. I've sucked cocks between attending a wake and the
start of the funeral procession. I left the wake, drove a mile down the
road, sucked eight cocks in a local woods, drove back to the funeral home
and got into the line of cars as they placed the old gal's casket into the
hearse.

That's cumpig living.

I have spent eight hours in public toilets sucking down cumloads from dicks
spritzing cum at me through a gloryhole. Eight solid hours in a busy public
toilet slobbering on one stranger's hard cock after another. Who would
think that when I left, I was a guy with thirty different loads of cum all
mixed together in my stomach. Who else in that mall or train station had
the sperm of so many passer-by men inside of him.

And if you want to hit 60,000 cocks by age forty, you have to start sucking
them when you're young and you have suck them often. I can't recall a day I
haven't had a cock put into my mouth. Ah, maybe I can think of a day here
or a day there. But they could be counted on fingers and toes.

And you have to love sucking off groups of men. You can't be afraid of
blowing a roomful of men. You can't be so shy as to avoid a circle of men
with their dicks out. I have sucked a ring of eight men circling my head. I
have sucked several rings of eight cocks each on some good days in busy
places.

As a cumpig, you have to think of men as so much bulk sausage to eat. There
have been periods where I was sucking two cocks into my mouth all the
time. I wasn't doing a one dick, one dick, one dick at a time count. I was
blowing two men at time. You'll be surprised how many men enjoy that. Even
the married uptight ones love it since they feel its you making them put
their dicks together in you mouth because you're a cummy dickpig.

And oddly enough, that's just the guy they want sucking them. There is a
secret side to a lot of men. Many like feeding a load to a hungry cum
dump. I have sucked way too many men for far too long not to know
that. There are respectable men galore, who, when you have them and they
have a hard-on, are like teenagers in their excitement to open their slacks
and feed you a load.

There are so many married men who seem to love it when they realize they've
scored themselves one of those real cumpig, nut sack draining cocksuckers
who go hog wild on meat. You wouldn't think it of them men outside the XXX
or the men's room. But when they know you're taking pop shots from any dick
put into your mouth? They're tripping over their shoes to stick their cock
into such a throat.

Perhaps they want to experience what it feels like to be inside the mouth
of a guy who they know (they have to know) has had the cocks of so many
other men inside it. Men are, by nature competitive. Perhaps they want to
"have what he's having" and want to leave a deposit of their own on your
tonsils.

After shooting their ropes of semen into my mouth after they watched me
sucking off ten men before them, you would be amazed at the number of men,
equally the married ones, who all want to know what I thought of that. What
I thought of their cock, their throat fucking. How I liked their thick
pudding deposit as it still clings to my tonsils.

It's a guy thing, which might make some people laugh. But it is. Men could
bust a nut inside of one cumpig's mouth all day and know its just about men
enjoying a good orgasm as they use one receptacle. Hell, some don't even
think it through that far. They know that mouth is taking milky seed all
day so it's easy for them to know they, too, can screw and add their own to
the public slush fund.

Men like to score a sure thing. And when they see that a guy is servicing
every cock coming at him through a gloryhole or when they see him blowing
an entire back wall at some XXX, they want to join the pack feeding the
slut. It's not even about the cumpig sometimes. It's sometimes just about
these men knowing they're all screwing on throat and leaving a couple of
ounces of their own repro batter in it.

And as a cumpig, you can't mind that. If anything, you'll happily welcome
such men as they stick their cocks into your mouth and drain a nut into
your belly.

If you're a dedicated cumpig for all cocks, you suck off your own relatives
if you get the chance. It doesn't even have to mean a damn incest thing to
you. You'll see them as cocks and as a set of nuts that could use a
draining. You'll look at your grandfather as trade. You'll blow him like
you blow all the other men his age. You see your dad's cock as another
piece of trade, as well. You blow your brothers for as much cum as they can
shoot.

If you got kids, you'll suck them, too. They're quiet and they're secret
but they're out there. The married dads who are cock hungry cumpigs. And
you can be sure their sons are the most contented kids on the block. You'll
suck them just because you need to. You'll suck them because they have
cocks and sperm to feed you. You can get off on the incest thing, too. But
it doesn't even require that. Such a dad would suck his own sons off
through a gloryhole if necessary. He just wants to wrap his mouth on hot
cocks and if his sons got them, they're fair game to the cumpig dad.

This story is about just such a father.



Married with Children: Life of a Cumpig Dad
Part 1
by Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE
mrghjunkie@yahoo.com
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/gloryholeanonymous


I sucked off my eldest son again this evening when I got in from work. Like
usual, he had me come into his bedroom upstairs after I got in and was able
to take off my suit coat.

Eric is now eighteen but I've blown him in that bedroom of his for seven
years now. He developed early and developed big. Big fucking cock on him
even when he was eleven. Heck, even when he was younger than that, I have
to say he was an impressively hung boy. I don't know how I kept my mouth
off of him until I saw he'd grown a few pubes.

But I'm a cumpig. And so I was able to hold off until his body signaled he
was able to make some sperm. I happened to see him one evening coming out
of the shower and for the first time noticed he had some light hairs
growing around his dick.

And being the cumpig I am, I blew him right there. Next to the bath tub. I
wanted that kid's cum. I didn't even care it was my own son I was
blowing. They all love head so why should my son be left out?

I've sucked too many cocks to ever count them. And when I held his smooth
buttocks while I swallowed him whole, I could tell he was blown away by
having such an experienced mouth providing him his very first headjob.

I loved the moment, which didn't take long, that he shot his small, watery
load of new sperm into my mouth. The semen was fresh and directly out of my
own son's smooth, young nuts.

But truth be told, that didn't even matter all that much. I would have
sucked him if he were any other kid. Or any other cock. He could have been
just one more in my lifetime of swigging down a load out of erections.

He was my son, but at that moment, he was more of a quick trick than
anything else. That might sound harsh coming from a father of four
sons. But it was the truth. Because even before I'm the father of four
sons, I am a cumpig.

I drank every fucking nutload I could out of that kid, my eldest son. I'd
blow him anywhere and everywhere anytime his mother, my wife, turned her
back. She didn't know damn nothing about nothing. I was up in his room
sucking on his cock while she thought I was helping him with his home
work. I'd suck on him out in the garage when she would think he was helping
me on the car.

And once you're blowing one son, you can't wait for the other ones to start
developing enough as to make some sperm. I started watching his younger
brother, my son Danny, who is two years his junior real close once I
crossed that line with Eric. I was watching for the same first tell-tale
signs of sexual maturity in him. He'd be the next in line to get to shoot
all his young wads into his father's mouth.

I was also sucking cocks before work, at lunch, after work. Those boys
didn't know what an experienced mouth they were enjoying at home. I'd come
in from blowing six or a dozen cocks and get right on their young
meat. They didn't realize what another piece of trade they were in their
old man's day.

But that was fine. They didn't need to know they were squirts thirteen and
fourteen to be shot into their dad's mouth that day. Hell, my kids were
enjoying the benefits of a mouth well used blowing them. What other kids
can say that they were receiving XXX quality head at eleven and thirteen
years of age?

And being my own sons, they were always with me and I was always with
them. I gave them head in our mini van after their Little League games. I
gave them head up in their bed rooms. I gave them head in their room while
we vacationed as a family at Disneyland. I gave them head when I took them
with me to the local YMCA. I wanted other men to see the hung cocks my sons
had. They didn't even need to know I was blowing the two elder boys. I
sucked them whenever someone left the steam room for five minutes.

I got those two thinking it was a game. They'd cover their hard-ons when
someone came in and then, when someone left, they'd sit back and let me
blow them some more.

And yes, that seemed to get those two hooked on such play even when I
wasn't around. They even told me when they would get head from someone
else. But they'd say he wasn't as good a cocksucker as I was.

Of course, those other men weren't. I doubt that they were the cumpig cock
addicts that I was. They were just sucking my kids because they were young
meat in a steam room. I was blowing them because they were cocks making
cum.

Its two completely different things.

Any man who is the father of sons has got to discover the pleasure of
sucking your own kid's hard cock down to his lightly-haired pubes. When you
lick his nuts while deep throating him? There is nothing like it in the
world.

But the best part of it is treating them like trade. When you can look at
them in those moments as just another cock needing to shoot some seed?
You're in paradise.

I was with my second oldest boy one day shopping. We're at the mall buying
him new gym shoes when I get the urge to blow him. He was twelve, making
cum for nearly a year. And when he sat back in the chair at the Foot Locker
after trying on another pair of sneakers, fuck, I could see his dick in
those shorts he was wearing. He wasn't doing it on purpose. Like his
brother, he was just big and I knew what he had inside there.

I gave him the look I always gave the boys when I wanted to blow them. It
was a look of pure lust I suppose. Sometimes they would brush me off and
say "Not now" but they were nearly always up for a blowjob.

So Danny knew he was going to get a headjob. We finished up with the
transaction and left the store. I led him into the mall restroom. I was
going to blow my son in a public toilet. But he had already been blown in
men's rooms before so he knew the drill.

We went in, saw that no one was around. I went into a stall, sat down and
he followed me in. I didn't even pull down my own trousers. I was there to
blow the kid and eat his cum. And that was it.

He stood in front of me as usual and I lewdly felt him up. I gripped his
erection through those tantalizing shorts and ran another hand up under his
tee shirt, enjoying the feel of his finely developing and smooth as a
whistle pre-teen physique. He was a great piece of kid trade.

I pulled the front of his shorts down and drooled my hungry mouth all over
his big adolescent dick. His nuts, even at twelve, hung low like a teenager
five years his senior. Big, low hanging, smooth scrotums on both of my
sons.

Someone came in and we stopped. Fortunately, being his father, I knew that
if we got caught, we had the perfect cover for being in one stall
together. But this guy wasn't Security. He was cruising for some action. He
peered right into the stall within fifteen seconds of coming in. I sat back
down on the toilet since I could see he was peeping in and already groping
himself openly.

I turned my son's body slightly as to afford the peeper a direct view of
his big twelve-year-old erection as it returned to my mouth. I watched the
man watching us and beating off. I slurped on my son's cock for this
stranger's amusement. Let the guy go nuts seeing some man going wild on a
youngster's dick in a mall men's room. He couldn't have even imagined that
what he was watching was a father performing oral sex on his own son in a
public john.

I wanted the man to have a better look-see. I leaned forward and unlatched
the lock on the stall door. It fell open allowing this very broad
shouldered man in a sports jacket an unobstructed view.

"Hot", he murmured as he beat off.

I made sure my slobbering sucking make obscenely wet snacking noises for
his benefit. My son's knees buckled slightly each time I them lapped at his
big hanging nut sack with the broadest part of my saliva drooling tongue.

I reached over and took this strange man's cock into my hand, tugging for
him to come closer. He pushed in so he was standing right beside my son who
was several inches shorter than him. I leaned forward and started to slurp
all over this guy's thick, veiny, uncut cock. I looked up and could see my
son's eyes watching my lips at work as they were wrapped around and sucking
on the man's penis.

This total stranger smiled at my son, and said, like
trade-talking-to-trade, "He's good, isn't he?"

My son nodded and said, "Yeah" when my mouth went back to his cock for a
while.

I then pulled the stranger by his dick closer so I could put my cock pig
mouth over both of them together.  I was soon double sucking my son with a
complete stranger's cock right beside his own.

But that hadn't been the first time for my son. He had had his cock in my
mouth along with a couple of other men before this one. I wanted him to
understand that I was there as his father, but moreso, for cocks.  I
figured he could see how other adult men are hung; how they cum; how much
they cum; and how much his father enjoys ingesting all the white batter
flooding over his son's boner.

By age twelve, my son knew I was there to suck down dicks and thick
pudding. He saw it up close as he and another man would ejaculate into my
mouth within moments of one another.

I sucked Dylan, my third son, for the first time the day I had I innocently
taken him to his swim class a few weeks after he had turned eleven. I had
not thought about getting to his cock yet until that day. But when he was
lagging behind the rest of the boys coming out of the locker room, the
coach allowed me to go in and hurry him up. He had merely been dawdling and
talking to a friend of his who was dressed and left when he saw me.

But my son still only had on his towel. I asked why he was taking such a
long time. I didn't much mind, of course, since it allowed me in to see his
young, smooth body wrapped in only a thin white towel.

He apologized and as he went to hurry along, he removed the towel. Fuck, I
could see he'd grown some pubes since the last time I had seen him totally
naked. I looked at a his cock as I would any other. I must have leered at
him and his cock because he asked, "Are you going to suck me, too?"

"Too?", I asked him as I stared at his cock.

His brothers had told him I sucked cock and was sucking theirs, too. I told
him to keep his voice down, to get dressed and I would blow him on the way
home.

He dressed as quickly as the Roadrunner might in a cartoon after that. My
cock was so fucking hard as I looked at that cock, long for such a young
kid but obviously capable of shooting at least a bit of semen.

I watched him dress and then like any other father and son, we left and
headed back to our family van. He hopped into the front passenger seat and
buckled up. I got in, started the engine and then reached over and took a
nice, long feel of his cock through his sweat pants. I thought he nearly
passed out as he groaned with this newly discovered sensation.

I told him we'd take a little detour and swing by a remote area where I
could pull over and blow him. He didn't say anything but he nodded his
consent. Dylan remained silent as I drove six miles to a remote wooded area
where I knew I could pull over for a while and we'd be uninterrupted.

I turned off the van's engine and turned my body in my seat toward my
son. Again, I reached over and lewdly groped him. "I bet you'd like to
shoot some cum into a mouth. Wouldn't you, Dylan?", I asked him. "You're
making sperm now. Aren't you son?"

He didn't know what else to do but nod in agreement. But I could tell that
he was ready for a real good blowjob. His big eleven-year-old dick tented
the front of his blue sweat pants.

"Lean back a little bit, son", I directed. And he sat back slightly, trying
hard to relax. I knew I needed to get into my son's pants before he might
pre-maturely ejaculate as boys his age sometimes will.

I reached a hand into the waistband of his sweats as he looked at it. I
wasted no time and pulled the front away from his lanky frame, exposing his
beautiful erection. "You're all cock, kid", I said to him as I then bent
over to suck his cock into my mouth.

Oh fucking man, Dylan's cock was perfect to suck on. The shape of it was
ideal. And he was damn thick for such a youngster. But what made it special
was that his cock head was already wet in pre-teen precum. My third son was
an oozer. For eleven years of age, his nuts were already leaking juices
like he were much older.

I slurped in a noisy, obscene manner purposefully to let Dylan know that
his father was sucking on his cock and ingesting his adolescent seminal
fluids. I lifted my head and showed him how his sticky precum made a nice
thin string from his reddened piss slit to his own father's lips.

"You taste good, son", I said as I gently massaged his smooth nuts with the
fingers of my left hand. "Bet you can feed me a delicious load. Can't you?"

Nothing more needed to be said. I leaned over again and sucked his cock all
the way down to his nuts. And there it was, as would be with a feeder of
that age, he spurted sperm into my mouth. No warning, no words. My son just
lost it as he fed his load to someone for the first time.

I reached underneath him as to cup his butt as he ejaculated. I wasn't
going to let him wiggle away. I wanted to make sure he got it all out of
his nuts as I held my mouth on his shaft and milked it with my tongue.

I could feel his tension subside as he had this childish orgasm within my
grasp. But the flavor of his semen told me he wasn't really a child. He was
a big dicked feeder now. I made another son into another feeder in the
world.

I licked his shaft as to clean it up of all my saliva and his sperm. I
flipped his waistband back up to cover his cock. Then I sat up and glanced
out the windows checking to make sure no one was around.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my left hand as I turned on the ignition
again using my right hand. I could taste my son's powerfully fresh pre-teen
semen on my breath. I looked over at him and rubbed my hand through his
hair as I asked, "You like that, Dylan? You shoot a delicious load. I want
your load again sometime real soon and whenever you want a blowjob. Okay?"

"Okay", he said as he seemed to stare at his own crotch which was still
tenting inside his sweat pants. I reached over and quickly groped him
again. "You're quite the stud there. I bet you could feed your old man
another load in just a little while. Couldn't you?"

Dylan blushed but I could tell he had a faint smile cross his lips. "Think
so?", he asked as he continued to look at his tenter. He then let his hand
fall to his crotch as if he were proud and excited of that prospect.

"Sure", I told him as I pulled back onto the roadway. "Studs your age are
all full of cum. You can feed me your sperm a hundred times a day if you
think you can."

I turned and winked at him making him quickly realize a hundred times was
only a joke. "Maybe fifty times though. Right?", he asked as he smiled at
me.

As we drove along, I had to see Dylan's kid boner again. I said, "Show me
your cock again, son."

And he looked out the window before pulling his waistband wide open again
and then under his smooth nuts. He was fully exposing himself to me, his
father. But it now seemed nothing after I had blown him and eaten his
sperm.

I reached my right hand over and milked his smooth, perfect shaft slowly.

"You ought to show this beaut to men", I said as I stroked him.

"Show people?", Dylan asked as he tried so hard and so cute to control his
breathing.

"Sure", I replied. "Now that you're officially a stud, you should show it
to other men. They'll suck it for you, too. You know, when your old man
isn't around when you need it."

"Who?", he asked earnestly.

"Who would you show or who would suck you?", I asked as we sped along.

"Both", he said as his eyes opened and then would close as he enjoyed the
slow handjob.

"You can show anyone you like", I answered. "But if you stick to men, those
are the ones who will suck it for you. I can promise you that."

"Really?", he asked as though he couldn't believe such a thing. "Just show
it and someone will suck on it for me?"

"Pretty much, son", I answered. "But you might want to keep it limited for
a while to showing men in the public rest rooms until you get the hang of
it."

"In the rest room?", Dylan asked. "Like the bathroom somewhere?"

"Yeah", I said. "That's part of the fun of rest rooms. Now that you're old
enough to understand, they're the place for cocks wanting a blowjob."

"Cool", he said as he groaned some within my fist.

"We could try it if you want", I said as I gestured out the window to the
sign we were passing. "There's a rest area in three miles. You can try it
there."

"Try?", he said as he seemed disappointed when I withdrew my hand from his
boner.

"Yeah", I replied. "Try the men's room and see if you can get it sucked
again."

"By you?", he asked innocently.

"No", I answered. "I'll blow you anytime you want it at home. See if you
can get a man inside the rest room up ahead. What do you say?"

My son grinned but only shrugged. His cock was hard as a rock as I told him
to pull his pants up when we pulled off the road into the rest area.

"What do you say?", I asked as I pulled into a parking spot about two
hundred feet from the men's room. "You game?"

My son looked out the passenger window and saw a few cars. Behind us were
parked four semis.

"Well?", I urged. "Come on. It will be fun."

"But I won't know him?", Dylan asked as he was beginning to more fully
grasp the concept.

"No", I replied. "That matter? It's a mouth that will suck you and let you
squirt your sperm into. Isn't that really all that matters?"

"Cool", he muttered as he put his hand on the door handle of the van.

"Let's go then", I said as I grinned big and opened my driver's side
door. "I'll be nearby. No need to be nervous."

"You'll be around?", he asked, sounding like that was reassuring to him.

"I'll be right nearby if someone wants to play with you", I said in a
hushed tone as I leaned into the van. "Come on. Let's go in."

Dylan opened his door and tried hard to hide his boner as he got out of the
van.

I chuckled to myself seeing him hiding his tenter. But I also laughed
because I knew that half of the men there at the rest stop at that dinner
hour would have probably been thrilled to suck off my son if they saw it.

We casually walked right up to the men's room. Its doors were hidden from
view and there was another exit on the other end leading to vending
machines making it ideal for such cruising. No one could tell where it was
someone went to even if he decided to spend an hour in the men's room.

I was elated to see two men standing next to one another at the row of six
urinals. You know they're playing together when you see two men side by
side leaving four urinals free.

I led my son up to the urinals and we both opened our pants. Dylan pulled
down the front of his sweats and although the two men were obviously not
wanting to be too obvious and thought a dad and son had only come in for a
fast piss, I could see the one closest to my son shot him a sidelong glance
to his big kid dick.

After two minutes of the four of us standing at the urinals, it was obvious
that no one was peeing. We all stood there another two minutes when I could
see the two men began to very slowly stroke their respective cocks.

They were cruising. And they were willing to cruise a dad and his eleven
year old son. Dylan shot me a glance and I showed him that I was milking
myself at my urinal and that he should do the same. I gestured for him to
step back a step so the men could see his cock better.

And he did. He was horny and having fun. But that's what being eleven or a
tearoom cruiser is all about.

Both of the men openly showed their cocks when they saw my son and me
showing them ours. I caught eyes with each man as though they couldn't
believe their luck in scoring a dad and his young son at the urinals. It
was that look of "You wonderful perv dad" and "Are you sure it's okay".

And just as I would have suspected, the one standing right along side my
son, reached his right hand over and took a good feel of Dylan's big
boner. My son glanced over at me as if he was amazed and excited that a
strange man actually was feeling his dick, just as I told him they would.

Turning to look at the doorway for a second, the man holding my son's shaft
then pivoted and leaned down to take a good deep suck of my son's young
cock. I was stroking as I watched that. I could see the other man furthest
away was also watching and wanting some, too. Stroking his cock, he came
around the other side of the man sucking on Dylan and reached in to stroke
my son's nuts and then upward to hold the base of his shaft at his
lightly-haired pubes.

That same man then reached his free hand over to me and milked my shaft at
the time same time.

"Is he your son?", the man whispered.

I nodded as I gave him a small smile.

"Really?", he asked. "He's your biological son?"

I nodded again and seeing that the man, muttered, "Shit. Hot." Then he
leaned forward and began sucking my cock as he continued to fondle my son's
smooth nuts.

When we heard footsteps approaching, I moved down one urinal, allowing the
man sucking me to get closer to Dylan. Now my son had both men standing on
either side of him as a new person came in and used a stall to take a piss.

We stood at the urinals slowly stroking until the man flushed and went
outside again. It was then that the man between Dylan and I took his
opportunity to take himself a taste of some eleven year old tearoom dick.

He had my son turn his body toward him and then he crouched down and deep
throated my kid. I chuckled as I saw the look on Dylan's face. He was
somewhere else. His eyes were closed and was tripping on the pleasure of
being a piece of trade.

The man on his other side reached around him and jacked the base of Dylan's
cock into the other man's sucking mouth. He even pulled up Dylan's shirt so
we could see his smooth, developing physique. The man crouching also
reached his hand up to feel along my son's tight tummy and chest as he
sucked.

Then, again, never taking too long when they're that age, my son bust his
nut. The man standing behind him slowed his jacking on Dylan's cock as he
could feel it pulse in orgasm. We all watched as my son unloaded a nice
fresh load of kid feeder cum into his cocksucker's mouth.

That man pulled his mouth off and quickly the other man leaned around to
taste some of the sperm still leaking from my son's cock. Obviously, the
man wanted to eat a bit of cum made by such young, good-looking nuts. too.

Then the man crouching turned his head and put my cock into his mouth
next. I knew what he wanted. He wanted the daddy's cum now. I could figure
he was in all his glory as he was actually scoring himself real father and
son cumloads back to back.

He sucked damn well. As a cocksucker, you instantly can tell which men know
how to do it and which mouths are crap. But this one knew his business. My
son watched closely as this strange man who had just sucked him was now
nursing on his dad's thick cock, too.

I then was ready to feed the man what he was wanting, the daddy's
spermload. I placed my hand on the top of his head and turned it so Dylan
and the other man had a good view as I squirted thick blasts of my cum into
the guy's mouth.

And the cocksucker knew what we were doing. He opened his mouth and stuck
out his tongue as to show off my cockhead delivering the liquidy pudding
directly into him.

He then slurped it down just before two other men entered the rest room. It
was fucking just in the nick of time, too. He bounced to his feet and these
two men came in looking for a urinal to use.

I tucked my cock into my pants again and went to the sinks to wash my
hands. Dylan followed my lead. There wasn't even any time to acknowledge
the two men we'd let play with our dicks and eat our semen. But that's
often the way of tearoom sex and something Dylan learned quickly. You might
blow a wad of cum into a throat but you're not in there to make friends
with the guy necessarily. It's a convenience. And like in this rest area,
it's a convenience along the road. You fuck a wad into a cocksucker or you
drink some daddymilk out of a nice set of nuts but then you're on your way
again. It's not a date.

Dylan and I went back out to the van and drove away. I asked him if he
enjoyed himself. He grinned and nodded but remained quiet. I asked him how
those men's mouths felt and he said, "Great."

I told him that the one who drank down out cum seemed very experienced in
my estimation. "He's probably been sucking a lot of cocks for a long time."

Then my son surprised me by saying, "I bet he was sucking that other man
before we got there. Don't you think?"

"I bet he was", I said with a slight laugh. My son was catching on.

But as we drove, Dylan's seemed to be contemplating something. He looked
serious and I asked him what was wrong.

"It's just", he said as he stared out the windshield window. "How can I get
a blowjob there again? I can't drive or anything."

I reached over and gave my son's crotch a nice, big, open grope. "Anytime
you feel like feeding more men back there, you tell me. I'll drive you over
here any time you feel like playing."

"Cool", my son said. "Really?'

"Damn right", I answered. "And just like you brothers, any time you want
some head, you come to me and I'll take care of you. Day or night. Even if
you wake up at three in the morning with a hardon, you come and wake me
up. Hear me?"

"Wow. Okay", he replied. "Even if mom is asleep?"

"Well, we'll let her sleep", I said. "It's something only between you and
me. Just as it's been with your older brothers. I'll know what you want in
you come around to my side of the bed and wake me up. Don't worry about
that."

Now I was blowing my three older sons. Dylan was eleven. Danny was 13 and
Eric was a big boy at fifteen.

Eric, at age fifteen, was hung like most of the adult men I was servicing
through gloryholes. His cock was beautiful. His nuts were big. And his body
had developed quickly and in a muscular way. He had pecs on him that were a
fucking wet dream. I loved feeling him up when I would suck him when I got
home from work and he needed a quick release.

One day I even decided to start blowing my sons in public restrooms. I
could tell when they were feeling frisky. And when boys that age start to
act up in public, blowing them is a sure fire way for a dad to get them to
settle down.

I could spot the way their shorts would fit differently when we'd be
walking in the mall and they'd see some cute girls somewhere. Eric was
jumping like he was shooting hoops and Dylan was acting weird. Danny, I
could see was actually trying to hide a woody while he and his brothers
started to get frisky.

And as their hormones would start to race, their behaviors became
worse. Not horrible, but just like normal, healthy young adolescents who
needed to burn off a bit of sexual energy. I decided one afternoon when we
were in the mall to buy their mother a birthday present, to direct them
straight into the men's room in one of the large department stores.

I think they figured I was only corralling them in there as to give them a
fatherly talk about acting up in public places.

They jumped around the sinks while I went to a urinal and pulled out my
cock. Fortunately, the place was empty other than me and my sons. I stroked
myself some as I watched Eric's cock flop around inside his basketball
shorts as he continued to shoot air hoops.

Finally, when Danny almost banged his ribs into the wall mounted hand
dryer, I told them to quit and take a piss before we continued shopping.

Of course, what I knew I was going to do, had to do as their dad, was to
milk each of them of a load. I had to get them to settle down.

As my three sons went up to the row of five urinals and stood facing them
as to pee, I double-checked the stalls to be sure no one was in them. Then
I went back to the stalls and stood directly behind my eldest, Eric. I gave
him a reach around as his teen cock hung from his shorts. I slowly began to
milk his dick as his brothers watched.

And it worked. Eric quit talking for a moment as I pulled on his instantly
erect cock. I then pushed his hip so he'd turn some affording me space to
lean in and suck my son's cock at the urinals.

I felt Eric's hand on top of my head as he began to use my mouth as he'd
become accustomed to doing for so many years. I think though it surprised
him, and his younger brothers, that I was going to blow them right there in
a public restroom.

It actually made sense. We did many things as a family and as their
cocksucker, I couldn't make the boys have to wait to get home to shoot a
wad of their teen seed into their dad's hot mouth.

It didn't take long for Eric's cock to thicken up. As his dad, I knew
that's what his shaft did just before blowing its creamy teen seed. He did
then what he always did and rammed his shaft all the way down to the back
of my throat as he let his nuts do their busy inside me. I gulped as he
ejaculated.

Then I quickly stood up. And just in the nick of time. Because we heard the
outer set of doors to the men's room open. I dashed to the sinks as I left
Eric to stuff his wet erection back into his basketball shorts.

A man in a suit came in and took the urinal which Eric stepped away from
before coming to stand at the sink beside me. I washed my hands but made
certain that my sons saw me checking out the cock of the man who was
pissing. Although his dick was clearly visible, to me and my sons, this man
wasn't playing. He pissed and then left.

And I went back to the urinals where I began blowing Danny. Maybe the boys
were over-wrought or being so young in such an environment, as I was
sucking on Danny's cock, I left Dylan's cock push into my shoulder. I
turned my head and just in time. The eleven-year-old couldn't hold out and
his dick squirted semen right into my face. It hit my chin but then I
wrapped my lips around his cock before a second volley of cum came out of
him.

His whole body shook as he had his orgasm inside my mouth. I loved to drive
my sons crazy with blowjob thrill. To get them hooked on head is a dad's
greatest gift to his sons. Even though he shot as much as any
fourteen-year-old might, I knew he was done but sucked his cock down to his
smooth nuts which I lapped before letting him go.

I looked up and smiled at my son as the look in his face was priceless. He
was blown and blown away. Just the way I like to leave my kids.

With his semen still on my chin and inside my mouth, I turned my head back
to Danny's hardon and it didn't take more than a few seconds before he was
ejaculating a load inside his old man's mouth, too. I gripped his perfect
thirteen-year-old's ass as he unloaded. I could tell he was going to grow
up to be an athletically built feeder. He already was. But he was destined
to be a jock feeder. I had sucked enough men like him to know.

I then rose to my feet and used an index finger to wipe off little Dylan's
semen from my chin. As my sons got themselves together, I ate Dylan's seed
and joined them at the sinks. Looking in the mirror, I could it had
worked. These boys needed a good nut draining. They were silent and must
more toned down as each took his turn at the hand dryer.

I opened the door and we headed back into the mall where we continued
shopping. In fact we got the errand done since the boys were much more
focused and behaved. We even passed a bench where three pretty college-aged
girls were sitting, and they barely paid much notice of them.

As their dad, I knew what it took to keep boys in line. And I now fully
realized how it important it was what I was doing for them. Being able to
fuck and blow seed into their own dad was keeping them from getting out of
control, and maybe even knocking one of these pretty girls who could get
them so worked up if they didn't have a dad there to help put out the fire
in their young nuts.



To be continued...
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