Date: Thu, 27 Nov 2008 11:48:09 -0800 (PST)
From: Gloryhole Junkie <misterghj@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mr.gloryholeJUNKIE's "Timmy Series": Timmy's Lemonade Stand, Pt 1

"Timmy's Lemonade Stand", Pt. 1

by Mr.gloryholeJUNKIE


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


"Timmy's Lemonade Stand"

by Mr.gloryholeJUNKIE

Timmy had gotten real good at sucking off all sorts of big cocks through
his secret backyard gloryhole fort. In the first couple of weeks that it
was up and running, word had obviously gotten around to a wide variety of
guys throughout the vicinity. Guys would come through the secret door in
the fencing looking for the naughty blowjobs they'd heard whispered about
at the adult bookstores, gas stations, cruisy parking lots or saunas at the
area health clubs.

In fact, one night around midnight, while they were all in bed, Timmy's dad
heard a crashing sound from the gate of the secret fence. He told his wife
he'd go check to see if raccoons had invaded the garbage cans. Of course,
he knew the noise emanated from nowhere near the garbage containers.

Since it was warm, he simply slipped on his sandals as he left the master
bedroom to wake Timmy. Standing next to his son's bed, the moonlight
illuminated the man's muscular frame and prominent basket where his fat
cock bulged out the front of his knit boxers.

"Wake up, Timmy", he whispered in a hushed tone as he shook his
eight-year-old son gently. "I think you got a customer out there...come on
before your mother gets up."

Timmy, wearing only pj bottoms, sat up in his twin bed yawning as he rubbed
his eyes. "At my fort, you mean?", he asked with a surprised tone. "Now?"

"Yup", his father smiled as he patted his son's thigh. "Come on, don't want
to leave whoever's out there waiting, do you?"

"Its like real, real late, isn't it daddy?", Timmy happily whispered as he
got up and joined his father as they went hand in hand downstairs to the
kitchen patio doors.

"Very, late", Timmy's father said as he decided to skip looking for a
flashlight. The bright moon would provide sufficient light for his son to
do his job. "But some men can't get to sleep without the sort of help you
give them in your fort."

Timmy beamed inside knowing he could be of help to men at such an hour.

The two of them walked to the side of the house and heard the noise again
and then a deep voice asking, "Is the hole open or what?"

Timmy's dad silently directed his son to crawl into the fort. Inside, Timmy
could see nothing but knowing where the gloryholes were drilled, he reached
out and could feel a big, thick cock through one of them. Timmy leaned
forward in the dark and sucked it into his mouth. The boy felt the full
weight of pressure from whomever he was sucking on as the man leaned
heavily into the fort and gloryhole.

Timmy's dad stood hidden next to a nearby tree as he could see there was
not one but four men hovering around the fort. They looked pretty tough and
so he figured it might be better to stay out of sight and just let his
little son service them all, hoping they'd then leave satisfied and without
any problems.

"Another hole, you guys", the man getting sucked grunted in a low voice as
he nodded to another one of the drilled gloryholes. A tall, bald man with
tattoos on his neck and thick forearms strode right up to one of the free
holes next to his buddy and unzipped.

Timmy heard the men and although he could not see the second big erection
as it inserted itself into another hole, he could feel its heat and
size. The little boy reached and grasped onto the second erection as he
slipped his wet lips off the first man's cock. Without more than a slight
repositioning, Timmy placed his warm, little mouth around the huge mushroom
head of this second stranger.

Timmy's dad stood in the shadows, watching the men well illuminated in the
moonlight as they took turns pressing themselves into the side of his son's
fort.  It didn't take much longer than twenty-minutes for the four men to
unload their pent up midnight cumshots into Timmy's gulping little
throat. The men grunted as each ejaculated into their cocksucker, none
seeing who it was manning the child-size fort.

Staggering off after zipping up, the four thrashed through bushes looking
for the fence door and loudly returned to the street. After a long pause,
one of them slammed the fence door shut. Timmy's dad waited until he heard
the men's voices fade as they returned to their vehicle. Hearing a pick up
truck engine roar away in the silent of night signaled to him that he
should get his son back inside and tucked into bed.

"They're gone", he whispered as he rapped on the roof of Timmy's fort. "And
no more in line right now."

Timmy emerged and grinned big. His father could see thick streaks of shiny
semen on his son's smooth, bare chest and chin.

"Wow, those were big ones, daddy!", Timmy said happily as he walked back to
the house with his father.

As the two re-entered through the kitchen, they heard Timmy's mother
sternly call down to them from upstairs, "What is going on? Is Timmy up,
too?"

"Go to bed, hon, we'll be up in one second". Timmy's dad said as he winked
at his son. He grabbed a paper towel and wiped the stray semen off his
son's chest and face.

Annoyed but tired, Timmy's mother again called down, "Why are you two up
still?"

"I saw a raccoon", Timmy's dad replied winking at his little boy. "And got
Timmy up to see it, too."

"Well, go back to bed", Timmy's mother said. "Be sure to wash your hands
well if you were touching anything out there." With that, they could hear
her return to the master bedroom.

Timmy let out a loud giggle knowing that his daddy was fibbing. As he
laughed, his eyes widened as he watched his father standing next to the
kitchen sink. His daddy's nearly naked physique was illuminated by the
light of the moon streaming in through the window above.

Without a word, his father groped himself lewdly causing his big penis to
stretch the knit boxers obscenely. The man stood there, his hairy chest and
stomach heaving slightly as he groped and stroked himself in front of his
eight-year-old. He wanted the same service he'd watched his little guy
provide to those four big toughs outside.

The man carefully pulled the front of his knit boxers over his big
throbbing boner, exposing his erection.

Timmy grinned a little at his daddy and then whispered, "Just like those
men, you can't go to sleep either till it goes down, daddy?"

Timmy's father simply nodded silently as he gestured for his son to come
closer. He felt his son's two little hands trying to grip the length and
girth of his thick dadcock as the boy prepared to service him. Gently, the
tall man held his son by the top of his mop of blonde hair as he pulled the
small boy's face closer to the throbbing erection between his legs.

"Daddy needs some nighttime help, too", he muttered very quietly as he
watched his eight-year-old son open his small mouth as wide as he
could. "Help me like you helped out all those strangers, Timmy. Come on,
let me blow a load in your mouth before bedtime, too."

Timmy sucked his father's cock into his throat, trying hard to show how
good he'd gotten since the secret fort had been installed in the backyard.

"That's good, son", his father whispered. "I can tell you've been sucking
lots and lots of cocks lately, huh?"

Timmy just nodded his head as he continued to suck on his father's huge
dick. His little hands gently stroked his father's huge, hairy scrotum. In
just a few minutes, the boy could feel that his father was nearing
ejaculation. He'd been sucking so many men lately, Timmy knew how their
cocks thickened and hardened even more as they were on the verge of
shooting out all that thick milky stuff.

And his daddy was no different from all those men who'd been poking their
dicks through his fort's gloryholes. Like all the other men, his daddy's
knees buckled as his cock thickened and began to squirt ropes and ropes of
warm, salty-sweet milk. Timmy relaxed his throat, letting his daddy unload
freely directly into his tiny belly.

Once done, Timmy's dad reached down and lifted his boy to his feet. He let
his son then place his daddycock back into the knit boxers as he pulled
them up. They stood in the moonlit kitchen for a moment as the man let his
son squeeze and play with his still erect cock through the cotton.

Suddenly, the man pulled away and playfully swatted his little son's
butt. "Scoot, up to bed!"

Timmy smiled still tasting his daddy's warm, thick semen on his tongue.

They went upstairs and Timmy's dad tucked his son back into bed. The
digital clock on the boy's desk read, "12:45am". The man knew it was fine
that strangers had come by so late since it was summer. But he also knew
that these late night visitors could not pop by looking for his little
son's mouth once school was back in session come the Fall.

The next morning, bright and early, Timmy's dad decided his son's secret
gloryhole fort would require hours of operation to be posted. The man went
to the street side of the fence and wrote a rather cryptic message on the
wooden gate suggesting the hours men could expect to look for head from his
grade-school son: "7 days - 9 to 9 only - closed if locked".

He then decided he'd have to put a padlock on the gate door. And that was
enough to work. That first night, in fact, the fort and Timmy were busy
from dinnertime on sucking off a series of stangers who found their way
in. After the last of a number of men had gotten off in his son's mouth
through the gloryholes, at around nine in the evening, he placed the
padlock on the gate. As his son went into the house to watch t.v., his
father stayed in the backyard for another hour. And sure enough, he heard
numerous vehicles pull up streetside, turn off their engines and one man
after another making attempts to enter through the now locked gate.

He chuckled to himself, in fact, when he heard one man curse loudly to
himself as he walked off once he realized he was too late to use the little
boy's gloryhole he'd either heard about or been using for a few weeks
already.

Similar drop ins occurred for the rest of the week, but soon most men got
the idea. And as many knew who it was sucking them, and their being dads
themselves in many cases, they had to agree that a little grade-schooler
-even a cumhungry little one -- needed his sleep.

It was very early one Saturday morning when Timmy came into the kitchen
once his mother had left for the hospital. He wore only his Batman & Robin
underpants as he hopped up on a chair. His father was sipping coffee but
went to the fridge to get Timmy some orange juice.

"Daddy?", Timmy asked as he sipped his juice. "Can I have a lemonade
stand?"

Timmy's father, standing in the kitchen in just a white pair of knit boxers
thought it was a fine idea. But as a second idea crossed his mind, he knew
he'd soon be tenting his shorts right there in front of his son.

"Sounds good to me", he said to his son. "But where should we put it?'

Thinking, Timmy kicked his feet a bit against the chair, his naked chest
and stomach exposed. "Billy McAlaister had his in their driveway."

Timmy's dad knew the driveway would be a perfectly acceptable and
profitable spot for a lemonade stand. But he had other ideas. "Well, that
would work", he said hesitantly. "Not very creative though...and our street
can be dead some afternoons."

"So I can't have one?", Timmy said with sad eyes.

"Well, its just you might be out in the driveway for hours and get bored
without customers.", his dad said, knowing he could never deny his cute
little son anything. "Its just there might be a better place to run such a
lemonade business."

"Like where?", Timmy asked, happy to know his entrepreneurial spirit would
not be crushed.

"Well", Timmy's dad said, "I was thinking it would make a whole lot more
sense to set up such a business where people get thirsty."

"Like the desert?", Timmy asked with wide-eyed innocence.

"Well, I don't think we need to go that far", his father replied. "I was
thinking more like that special park you like so well."

Timmy's face beamed as he heard his father suggest those woods where all
the naughty men went.

"Cool!", Timmy said as he jumped up from his chair. His father sipped his
coffee as he scanned his son's little eight-year-old body. He stared at his
boy's tiny little butt as he bounced around and then said, "Sure...and I
think you'll sell even more lemonade if you wear just a little swimsuit
today."

Timmy's dad told his son to go upstairs, take a real good bath and then put
on nothing but sneakers and the little white swimsuit he sometimes wore at
the local Slippery Pole Water Slide Playpark.  As his son ran upstairs to
get ready, Timmy's father filled two 10-gallon beverage thermoses with
instant lemonade mix. He then grabbed a white posterboard from his son's
craft's area in the family room and wrote: "LEMONADE 25-CENTS". He went to
the basement and pulled out plastic cups they'd always kept on hand for
large BBQ parties.

He then went upstairs and slipped on his own black Speedos, a large t-shirt
and white gym shoes. He didn't want Timmy to look too out of place after
all.

By 8 a.m., they were loading up the Volvo and headed to the special wooded
park where Timmy had sucked cock on more than a few occasions.

They came off the major expressway and immediately entered the parking lot,
already busy with cruisers by 8:30 a.m.. Many men, often the married ones,
woke up and would head to the woods for a blowjob - sometimes even before
the rest of theIR family would be up on a Saturday morning. Other men
planned all during their working week to spend their whole Saturday or
Sunday playing in the woods.

Timmy's dad parked the Volvo between a silver Infiniti and a maroon
Acura. As they got out of the car, he could tell that many eyes were on he
and Timmy. He did what he could to prevent throwing a woody as he thought
of all the men in the parking lot looking at his son bare-chested and in
just his little white Speedo.

They went to an empty picnic table and put the lemonade items down. Almost
immediately, one of the men who Timmy had sucked off every time they were
there, a nice-looking married man in his late forties, came up to
them. "You look wonderful this morning, sweetie", the man said to Timmy. "I
bet they'll be all over you this afternoon the way you're showing off your
handsome stuff to everyone."

Timmy blushed and told the man he was there to sell lemonade. The man
looked at Timmy's dad as if asking if that were true. Timmy's dad winked at
the man as he swung one of the huge jugs of lemonade. "He's here to sell."

As Timmy pulled out the sign, his dad and the man got the same idea at the
same time. "Timmy, what do you say", the man suggested, "your dad and I
pull this table to over there some more?"

Timmy looked to where the man pointed. It was at the bushes that led to one
of the cruisier trails.

"Okay", Timmy said happily. "Think I can make more money there?"

"Oh, I'm sure you can", the man said. The thick bulge in his Dockers shorts
was evident.

As they talked, another man, coming from an electrician's truck, a man whom
Timmy thought he had sucked off once before, approached the table. "How you
all today?", he asked. "You're here again...very nice", he added as he
smiled at Timmy.

"Give us a hand, will ya?", Timmy father said as he motioned for the
electrician to grab a side of the table. "We're going to move it over there
some."

"Sure", the electrician, wearing a light blue uniform said. "What you all
going to do with it there?", he added leadingly.

"I'm selling lemonade today", Timmy chimed in as he grabbed the cups and
sign.

As the middle-aged older man toted the two thermoses, Timmy's dad and the
electrician picked up the wooden table and proceeded to walk with it
fifty-feet into the dense brush. The table was now hidden from the clearing
and the parking lot yet was right on the trail most men took as they looked
for sex.

"Will people know I'm here selling, daddy?", Timmy innocently asked as he
could tell that no one could even see them from the parking lot.

"Oh, they'll see you, kid", the electrician said as he adjusted his basket.

Timmy's dad set up the table just like any lemonade stand. The two large
thermoses with spigots faced Timmy; cups were on the bench and the sign was
placed on the side of the table facing the trail.

As Timmy and the other two men stood at the picnic table, another man
wandered in from the clearing. "Hey", the white-haired man said with a
smile. "Saw you all and thought I'd come see what you were all up to...oh
lemonade!"

"And its just 25-cents", the middle aged man in Dockers said with a smile.

The white-haired man grinned big and said, "You're selling it for just
25-cents, boy?"

Timmy nodded enthusiastically.

"Well, that's a bargain basement price for what you're offering there,
son", the white-haired man said with a grin. The man obviously was erect as
his Sans-o-Belt slacks were tented obscenely.

