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title: 'The Littlest Entrepreneur, Part 2'
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### The Littlest Entrepreneur, Part 2

Date: Fri, 12 Aug 2005 01:01:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: mghj4dads smith <mghj4dads@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Littlest Entrepreneur Part 2

The Littlest Entrepreneur
Part 2
By: Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE
mghj4dads@yahoo.com


Warning:
Please refer to that which appears in Part One.

Preface:

I spotted a rather good-looking - although in a most decidedly "typical"
way - young dad sitting on a bench outside of an Exploratorium type of
museum recently.

It was a very quiet (which means "dead" ...but don't tell museum tourism
officials that) weekday afternoon. No one was within a hundred yards or
more as I approached and sat on the one and only other bench in the
vicinity - the bench directly across from him.

Although it would perhaps appear to have been planned on my part, it was
not. I had a moment and wanted to review my map.

Really.

Oh, how did I know he was a dad? He sat with a stroller at his side and a
little guy on his lap. And I saw he wore a wedding band. And I heard the
very small boy say, "(Something something) ...right, daddy?".

And I just put two and two and two together.

But what caught my eye was the way the dad was sitting. He had his legs
spread some - just more than you'd usually see as a man balances a
two-year-old upon his lap. I looked once and then again since the daddy's
crotch was, well, as we men would only spot, "quite impressive" - even from
a distance of fifteen or twenty feet.

And yet, its mid afternoon and just down a pathway from an
Exploratorium...and well, you just don't expect all that much at every turn
in one's day.

But as the son shifted, no, as the daddy helped his son to shift over a
bit, one could see the even larger cockmound that pressed against the man's
upper thigh. The son was seated with his small butt directly set on his
daddy's lap and lump.

Of course, I had to take closer notice and feigned any focus on a point of
interest on the map before me.

The dad clearly saw me looking over and he nodded with a small smile. I
smiled back and nodded - I mean, one wants to be civilized about the
situation. After all, we were seemingly entering a Gentleman's Agreement.

I looked left and right as did he. No one was anywhere around which was
both eerie and wonderful at the same time.

The boy kept on yakking on about who knows what as he tossed his hands
about making some major points while his daddy pretended to listen
intently.

And yet, watching him closely, I could see what the dad was actually
doing. He adjusted some more giving me a direct, unobstructed view of where
his son's naked upper leg (he was in shorts) was pressing against and
occasionally bumping (as he'd kick his small leg) against his daddy's truly
rather massive bulge - made quite apparent in semi-faded and tight jeans
(in other words, he was quite a PARENT in semi-faded and tight jeans).

The son sat on his father's bulge, much to the man's benefit. And he seemed
to absolutely delight in the knowledge that he was showing another man what
he had his little guy doing to him. The dad even moved once or twice in an
odd manner - each time making me think he might be done (or ejaculating
inside his jeans, perhaps) - but then it would be clear he jerked oddly
only in a successful effort to have his son's small hand grab his bulge as
to maintain his balance. Numerous times, I see his small son grab a handful
of his father's big, solid bulge (you know those bulges that are all meat
and stand about two inches high and run about six or more inches long)
until it settled on the bulge for a good two minutes before shifting to his
own lap once again.

And when his son was doing all that shifting like a little lap jockey, his
father, was looking at me, as if silently saying, "Looky at the little lap
dancer I got."

I sat there with a tent inside my sweat shorts (why I wear them out in
public is beyond me) wondering where people got the idea that a boy should
ever sit on a grown man's lap. I mean, isn't that one of the reasons why
even proper adult women weren't allowed to sit on their fianc�'s lap when
they'd go a'courtin' in days of yore?

And yet men sit there, major meat between their legs as they pat a thigh
inviting some little fella to hop on up.

I would venture to guess that the man on the bench would have been one of
those dads who would have happily had his son slide over onto the lap of a
(any) stranger who might have made his way to share their bench. You know,
"My lap's getting all tired, sport....why don't you scoot over and sit on
this nice man's lap for a while?"

I did not make my way over to their bench. I doubt I could have in my sweat
pants condition. I suppose I could have masked my tenter behind the map
but, still, it would have proven troublesome. But that action wasn't even
an option as I saw a woman, a ten-year-old girl and two "graying people"
approach from another pathway where the museum exited.

You know how you just know who they are? And I was right. The little posse
made their way directly over to the bench across from me. The girl saying
something like, "I got this at the shop, daddy", as she showed the man with
his son (whom he now let down off his lap,) a cube of some sort. The man
took interest - that intensely engrossed interest men feign when almost
caught being nasty by the wife and in-laws.

I watched some more because I find it equally fascinating to watch a
perverted father interact with his family almost as much as the public
shenanigans he displays when alone with his son (and an observing
stranger).

As the man rose, I could see his erection had diminished (noticeably) and
he almost acted as though he wasn't even with the little guy. (Such
different realities dads can project, aren't there?).

He kissed his wife in a perfunctory manner. The grandparents were doting
some on the little guy as grandma took hold of his hand (ironically, the
same hand that had only moments before been squeezing his daddy's heavy
bulge).

The group stood there a minute or two, collecting their bearings. And then
they walked away. The dad walked behind the others some, and if I had not
been staring at them all (in my non-staring-staring way), I'd have missed
his quick acknowledging nod to me.

Even his father-in-law noticed it, but only nodded as well, perhaps just
figuring we're all in a very polite place or something. Little did he know
that his son-in-law had just shared a very private and nasty moment with
his grandson...and a with the stranger who sat on the bench they passed.

A more obvious sighting happened perhaps fifteen years ago now was one
which was far more forthright. It was something done by a now-divorced
buddy of mine. He was nearly ten years older than myself and, to tell you
what sort of buddy he was, the first major thing he ever told me was how he
used to beat off and shoot his cum onto his son's toothbrush.

You meet the most fascinating people sometimes.

I thought he was joking when he first told me. Well, perhaps not "joking",
but I wondered if perhaps he had simply wanted to do such a thing (as I
have known many dads wanting to do many things, after all) and yet didn`t.

Still, I thought it interesting that he'd tell me such a thing - during the
first week we'd known one another.

We had met, me sucking his huge cock each time, in a straight adult movie
house. He looked like a dad and so I rather scoped him out and made sure to
get his daddy milk shot into me.

And he obliged.

After sucking him off, as strangers, eight times over six consecutive days,
(yes eight of his loads in six days), we got to talking.

(Gosh, now that last sentence could only have been written by a cockpig).

I think we had both been rather surprised to encounter one another each day
- day after day - along the back wall of this theater. Although he should
not have been quite as surprised as I since it was I sucking down boners
all day back there. He just stood along the back wall like other men -
unzipped and just looking to receive some free, professional-quality, sperm
drinking head.

It is, after all, intriguing to see the same man or men come by the same
place day after day (sometimes twice in a day) seeking the same thing and
just one thing - a blowjob. Some men are just built to unload a lot of baby
batter, I guess.

And I love being there to eat the genetic goo they pump out of their
bodies, of course.

When one find out they're married men, and especially that they're dads, it
just heightens the excitement. They see you there, sucking down other
married men, they sidle up against the wall and unzip knowing you'll soon
get to their dick as well. They always know that.

As much as a cumpig knows what he's doing, the dads know who they're
feeding as well.

So after his blowing eight loads into me over a period of six days (it was
like becoming a routine), we both felt, I supposed compelled to, if not
introduce ourselves (since that's never a requirement - men pump seed into
the same stranger every day for twenty years without exchanging a word with
him), then, to at least acknowledge that within just six days, we both knew
I had taken his dick and ingested his testicular fluids, more than likely,
more often than his wife would for the next six months.

I don't recall who spoke first but it became a nearly hour long
conversation as I played with his penis through his slacks, hanging from
his zipper, back inside his pants...as he told me the basics.

The next day, I blew him again - each of us laughing when we saw the other
once again. He watched me suck off probably twenty other men before
shooting another load down into by gullet. We then talked outside near his
car for a good hour. Its there that he said he very sneakily had made his
son, then six years of age, a cum drinker - although the tyke didn't know
it.

As I know it's a lot for a man , especially a father to reveal such a
thing, I could sense he was tense as he was feeling me out for a
reaction. And my reaction was to out his mind at ease as I told him that I
grew up being my dad's whore (why mince words, right). He seemed happy to
know he could tell me more and then said he'd tell me more another time.

Typical.

That other time came a month later. And yet, in the meantime, I had sucked
his cock perhaps another twenty times - with more of his spermies shot into
me than into his own wife - over the course of their whole marriage (I
mean, its in the numbers, folks)).

We got to talking and actually went to a sports bar & restaurant (me with a
load of his nutgoo lining my stomach). We liked one another, beyond our
fellatio fellowship.

As we left the restaurant, he asked if I could come by his house the
following afternoon. I agreed since I love blowing married family men
within the family homestead.

His family was not at home (as I knew would be the case). It was a school
day. His wife was at work. He'd taken the day off because that morning, he
had had a business golf outing.

I was all over him the minute he shut the front door after greeting me. I
groped him through his slacks, unzipped him and sucked the Head of that
Household in the entry hall. If his wife and kids could have only seen dear
old dad that afternoon..

Suddenly, he wants to show me something.

(Always go when someone says they want to show you something).

We spend a half an hour going through his son's underwear drawer. Hilarious
but true.

We then went into the big family bathroom nearest the kids bedrooms. He
points to a toothbrush and says, "That's my son, Neil's".

I am no mental potato in the incest fields and so I sort of know where he's
going. But why deny a father his perverted pleasures in sharing his
perversions with other men.

So I ask, "Cool. And?"

He picked up the cute little toothbrush - one of those kid's sized,
character toothbrushes. And he stares at it some before turning to me
saying, "So much cum on this..."

I look at him feigning ignorance, hoping he'll tell me more.

And he does.

"Every night", he says quietly. "Every night after work I shoot my load on
it...so when he brushes before bed, its all on there...and in his mouth."

Ah, The Secret Life Of Dad - a kid really must look closely at his bowl of
Fruit Loops at breakfast these days (after all, didn't daddy pour the
milk)? And what about those dads who may find themselves in an adult video
arcade and with a pocketful of condoms. Think of how many men - without
ever knowing it - could be feeding their daddy milk to that man's son by
becoming all mixed up in that evening's dessert of `nilla pudding!

Stranger things have been known to happen.

Of course, doing such duplicitous things is sometimes a dad's prerogative,
of course. I mean, he's the man permitted to lead his little guy by the
hand almost anywhere. If a dad is so pre-disposed, gosh, think of the
places that only he is allowed to take his son.

One wonders how many dads purposefully led their cutie right into some
heavy duty tearooms? What's to stop him, after all? If a father knows a
men's room where guys have their dicks out, and more are on toilet seats
waiting to suck any cock, what dad wouldn't be so tempted to expose his own
little guy to suck sights and sensations.

You know it would be most likely (bound) to happen on those days when dad
gets particularly horny and nasty of mind.

Perhaps it would happen on a Saturday when they give "mom" a day off by
making it their regular dad-son only day. And you know how frisky dads with
dark, alternative desires can get at that prospect. Even after a morning of
errands, miniature golf and a stop at McDonalds, how's he going to occupy
the remaining three hours with his little guy?

Sometimes you see them, hand in hand making a slow but direct path to a
men's room that you know - just know - into which no "thinking" dad would
ever bring his tot.

Or you see some of them leading their small son right into the middle of
the isolated spot along the lake where only men lay out in obscenely
bulging Speedos or less. And if you notice, and its interesting on its own,
one rarely ever sees a man leave or cover up - although you know they never
expected to see such a duo cruise on by.

Walk down the woods suck paths some afternoons where its nothing but men
with tenters in their slacks and other men squatting blowing anyone who
steps up. You'll sometimes spot one of these dads, tiny hand in his hand,
as he goes for a "nature walk" with his son. A walk that just happens to
pass each suck spot littered in used rubbers or men standing there with
erections straining at their zippers.

And the dad is never freaked or upset. Many will actually just smile and
dawdle a bit.

Not your typical dad behavior according to Oprah.

And again, even in such a sticky situation, men with erections in their
slacks, if you notice, never seem to leave the scene when such a duo
appears. I mean, they may become alerted to an interloper, may stand erect
(er, up straight), zip up, do nothing for a moment, but few ever really
hightail it out of there.

Perhaps its men's sexual curiosity or the dark secret all men share, but
most stand there waiting to see not just what's up - but what may
happen. And always with a good attitude - a knowing attitude - an attitude
that lets one know, given a sign, all the zippers would come down again in
a flash.

So one wonders how a dad so predisposed could ever skip such an opportunity
to innocently led his lil'one around to all the places grown up men
play. And one wonders when so many men got the memo that said that's what
they're all up for given the nod.

I mean, none of them went to the suck woods expecting to encounter such a
duo. But if and when they do, they're right there...no matter how many kids
of their own some of them may have at home.

That's what makes dads getting head from young boys in mall men's rooms
fascinating (well, additionally fascinating). Not only did they not plan to
ejaculate into a kid's mouth when they left the house that day, but as
dads, they all have their own kids at home. So when they stand before this
young cocksucker sitting in a stall and unzip, they're showing him the cock
of some other kids' dad. And although they may never think of doing such a
thing to their own kid, and would beat up a man who'd ever touch one of
their own kids, they stand there gripping the back of this cock sucking
little boy in a mall toilet, making sure his throat gets all eight inches
and a thick load to gulp down. And then they make way as another "dad"
swaps places to shoot more into the kid.

Is it a disconnect or a sense of justification - that somehow the mall
ten-year-old is a cumpig while their own kids are just "regular"
kids. Maybe some dads think there are different classifications of kids?

And perhaps some dads want to simply re-classify their own sons by exposing
them to every gloryhole where daddy has learned that a little cutie can
pick up a whole bellyful of anonymous semen.

And that leads us back into the story, "The Littlest Entrepreneur". For
there are dads out there, who do indeed make certain fatherly decisions -
as is their prerogative - which are often undetected by anyone else around
them. Its not always by mere chance, after all, that a dad heads into a
popular tearoom where he knows that his son is assured a good show.





The Littlest Entrepreneur Part 2


Frankie said a quick "Bye" to Stan but forgot to say the same to Rudy. It
may have slipped the man's mind since he'd grown edgy suddenly after coming
`round from his spontaneous foray into his own perversion - doing a thing
he'd only thought of doing with his own kid. It was a vibe that washed over
his big frame after he tossed a fifty dollar bill at the kid. As he looked
down at Rudy, the kid who'd just eaten all his cum looked so small all of a
sudden. And it again dawned on Frankie just how young a little kid he'd
just perved on.

He quickly exited the restroom and returned to the casino, hoping to escape
detection - by whom he didn't know - amid the thousands of others lost in
the sea of buzzing slot machines.

For the moment, there were no customers waiting for Stan and so he took the
opportunity to hop up onto one of his own shoeshine chairs. He patted the
seat of the one to his right, indicating to Rudy to sit beside him.

Rudy happily jumped up onto the shoe shine platform and then up into the
large seat as he held onto his crisp fifty dollar tip.

"Wow!", Rudy said as he stared at the money. "He gave me a lot!"

"Well, you gave him a lot, too, Rudy", Stan said as he chuckled to
himself. "Not every kid your age helps his customers like you do."

"Really?", the seven-year-old asked. He knew enough to hush his voice as he
then asked, "You mean because he let me eat that stuff that came out of
him?"

Stan laughed as he watched the thin stream of men who continued to pass by
them as they'd come and go from the men's room. "Something like that,
kid.", he replied. "Most men don't get to feed that stuff to a little one
like you."

"And they want to?", Rudy asked innocently.

"Well, most of them, yeah", Stan stated as he continued to keep an eye out
for eavesdroppers. "Not all, but most would if they knew it would be okay."

"You mean its not okay?", Rudy asked with a little frown.

"Oh, its okay!", the shoe shine make quickly said. "Never think it ain't
okay, kid. It's just, well, grown ups who want to do that have to make sure
to do it in only certain places and only with certain little boys."

"Am I one of those certain little boys?", Rudy asked with hope in his
voice.

"Damn right, kid", Stan said as he struggled with a rod inside his own gray
uniform slacks just thinking about what this boy next to him was making
himself available for. "You're one of them as long as you keep doing what
you did for that last customer. You liked all that milky stuff, didn't you,
kid?"

Rudy nodded as his smile beamed around the room. "I never done that
before. I didn't know grown ups have that come out of their, you know, pee
pees."

Stan jerked his head some, indicating the numerous men who walked by
them. "See all these men, Rudy?"

And Rudy looked as six men flowed in and another eight exited - before
nodding.

Stan leaned toward Rudy, getting closer to the boy`s ear as he nearly
whispered, "Every one of them has a grown up sized penis that can shoot
that same stuff out."

Rudy shook his head, as he replied, "All of them?"

"ALL of them", Stan answered. "And you know what that means?"

Again, the young boy, with some strange man's sperm still inside his belly,
shook his head. But his eyes went to all the different men's crotches while
he thought about them each being able to shoot all that yummy thick white
stuff like that other man had done.

"Play your cards right," Stan whispered, "And your piggy bank will be
overflowing with tips."

Rudy's jaw dropped before returning to become a smile. "Wow, really?"

"Think, Rudy", Stan leaned in again and whispered. "Every man in here can
make that same stuff...and think if you took care of each one...just like
you did for Big Frankie...think of the tips you could get."

"WOW!", Rudy said almost silently. "That would be a lot."

"Yeah, loads of cash for baby", Stan said as his erection was hurting as it
pressed hard against his trousers.

"No, I mean, that would be a lot of ...you know, pee pees...", Rudy said as
his eyes went from the crotch of one passer by to the next.

Seeing what the child was looking at, the shoeshine man smiled as he said,
"And think, Rudy...every one of them with that thick goo you like to eat,
huh?"

The second grader slowly nodded his head as his mouth ached as it
salivated.

"And think", Stan added. "Every one of them with a roll of cash burning a
hole in their pockets."

"You mean tips?", Rudy grinned big.

Stan chuckled and said, "You really are Tony Marcione's boy, ain't you?"

Rudy looked to his left and saw how the much older man's pants were
sticking out between his legs.

Seeing that the boy saw his tenter, Stan whispered, "You want some more of
that special milk, kid?"

"You have some, too", Rudy stated as though he'd always known the fact
about adult male anatomy. "Inside your pee pee."

"Inside old Stan's nuts, kid", the man chuckled. "Want to eat some
more...you looked like you like it."

"SURE!", Rudy said as he took it upon himself to hop down off the shoe
shine stand.

"No, no, no!", Stan laughed nervously. "Not there, Rudy', he said since he
saw that the boy was headed back into the room with the urinals.

Rudy looked confused. "Did I do something wrong?", he asked as he returned
to the older man's side.

"No, not at all", the man replied as he hugged the boy's shoulder. He then
bent down and whispered, "I'd love to feed you my grown up's milk in
there. Heck, love to see you go from pee pee to pee pee in there drinking
all the milk from the different men at those urinals. But I want to show
you something else. But it's got to be our secret. Okay?"

"Okay", Rudy whispered back. "But I get to eat it, right?"

"All you want, little fella", Stan said as he tried to adjust his uniform
jacket as to hide his large trouser bulge which ran down his leg. He then
put Rudy's sign behind the platform and put up another small sign, which
read: "Will return : "

As he tried to figure a time to point the hands on the sign's clock, Stan
said out loud but more to himself, "We shouldn't be more than twenty
minutes, I don't think." The tall gray haired man then looked at the little
guy beside him and couldn't believe what he was planning to do with
him. "That should give us plenty of time to get you a good, big drink,
don't you think?", he said with a wink.

Rudy giggled out loud but then knowing it was something secret, he covered
his mouth with both hands.

Then Stan took the boy's hand and realized just how little Rudy was. He
knew the kid was the son of a pit boss and only a grade-schooler. But there
was something about actually placing the boy's small hand into his own much
bigger hand that made Stan extra excited.

As they left the restroom area, and then down a bit toward the hotel shops,
they passed Mr. Roddick who stood with two other men in suits just outside
a gallery shop doorway. They were busy discussing something that seemed
very important. And yet, the man still gave a fast smile and wink as to say
a quick hello to Rudy.

Stan led the little boy down the shops corridor, the two of them simply
looking like any hotel employee escorting to somewhere what may have been
his grandson or perhaps the child of a guest.

"There are sooo many people here!", Rudy exclaimed as hundreds of people
passed in every direction. When they got to where that corridor met one
leading to the pools and another to the restaurants, it seemed that people
came out of every nook and cranny possible.

"It's always different people here", Stan said. "It is exciting, isn't it?"

Rudy nodded as he looked at this person and then that person as they moved
along. His eyes then caught a man wearing a swimsuit and a shirt who walked
from the pool area with his wife and three kids. Rudy's eyes immediately
went to the man's bulge.

Stan noticed and squeezed the child's hand as he said, "You like that, eh?"

And Rudy blushed but nodded enthusiastically. "Is that bad?", he then
asked.

"Not for a second, kid", Stand said. "Just secret. It's a secret daddies
don't want anyone knowing about...you understand that?"

"That it's not bad?", Rudy asked.

"Well, yes", Stan said, "But that they want to feed you what I'm going feed
you in just another minute."

"You mean I can eat that stuff...", Rudy asked in a whisper, "But they
don't want like mommies and their wives to know or anyone like that,
right?"

"Yeah, exactly, kid", Stan said. "You just do what they want and keep
quiet...and they'll feed you all the stuff you want."

"And give me tips", Rudy interjected happily.

Again, the tall older man squeezed the child's hand as he laughed out
loud. "You were made for Vegas, kid!"

The man then got to another of those unmarked doors which Rudy had seen
before. It's decoration almost made it appear to blended into the
wall. Anyone would have easily just passed it.

But Stan stopped and the door buzzed very softly.

"Let's get in", he said as he nudged the child into what was a small
elevator. They entered and immediately the door closed automatically behind
them. No one in the busy corridor even took much notice of their
disappearance along what was a very orate wall punctuated numerous times by
hotel directories and statues and fountains and shop doors.

Standing in the elevator, facing the closed door as they ascended to
somewhere, the older man again squeezed Rudy's hand before saying, "Bet
you're all hungry, aren't you?" He then looked down at his own crotch,
knowing the boy's eyes would follow. They both looked at the way the man's
uniform trousers now were able to tent freely and quite large. "See how bad
it wants to come out and play?", the man joked.

Without hesitating, Rudy reached and groped the big thing that tented
inside the polyester fabric of the man's gray pants. "Its hard", he said as
he tried to squeeze it some."

"It likes you", the man said looking down at the tot. He then purposefully
caused his erection to throb once or twice inside his slacks. That caused
Rudy to jump back slightly and squeal with delight.

"See? It likes you!", Stan said. "And it needs to spit its stuff into your
mouth, kid."

"In my mouth?", the boy asked, all wide eyed.

"Sure", the man stated firmly. "If you like to eat the milk from a grown
up's penis, you'll like it even better shot right into your mouth."

"Because on my hand it's too messy. Right?", Rudy asked innocently.

"Yeah, something like that, kid", Stan said.

The elevator stopped and the door opened automatically.

Before them was a wide, luxuriously carpeted hallway. It was decorated
elegantly and yet quite simply. On either side of the corridor were eight
doors located in regular intervals along the walls. In the center of the
corridor was a large round table with an enormous floral centerpiece upon
it and an art glass chandelier hanging above it.

Everything seemed to glow in warm champagne beige tones. And despite the
very soft music which played, as it might on any other floor of a major
hotel, it was very quiet and quite still - a major contrast from the floor
they had just left.

Then, as Rudy and Stan, again hand in hand, stepped off the elevator and it
closed behind them, one of the doors along the left hand side of the
corridor opened.

A big, middle-aged man with a football coach's build and a dark blue suit,
emerged. He didn't seem to notice Stan or Rudy as he focused his attentions
on adjusting his belt buckle and then his tie before heading away from them
and exiting a set of double doors at the opposite end of the corridor from
where the duo stood.

Then, another door, a different door opened and yet another man, obviously
a Sicilian-American man in his forties emerged. He was quite tall and large
and wearing a green velour sweat suit. Rudy couldn't help but notice the
enormous gold watch on the man's super thick wrist or the many gold chains
around his neck. The man seemed at once nervous and yet somehow content. He
saw Rudy and Stan and said, mostly to Stan, "How's youse doing? Sees youse
got a real little one there, don't you. Gunna have some fun. Good for
youse." And with that, the man also went in the other way and out the
double doors.

"Do you know him?", Rudy asked as Stan led the child into a corner.

"Him?", Stan said very seriously, as though he was thinking more about what
he was about to do. "No, not at all. There's always different ones here."

"He was awful friendly", Rudy said, not even really noticing that Stan had
led him into this corner which was shielded only slightly by a marble
statue of a young boy with grapes in his hair.

No sooner had the big Sicilian-looking man exited than the same double
doors opened and a man in his mid thirties, wearing a "Margheritaville" tee
shirt and beige cargo shorts entered. He looked at a small card in his hand
and then at the door closest to him.

Rudy watched as the man looked right in the direction of where he and Stan
stood. The man was very tanned and had a goatee. He nodded at Rudy and as
he did, the man's expression seemed to become less tense.

Rudy and Stan watched as the man neared them. And as he did, it became
obvious to the both of them that this guy had a woody inside his
shorts. Then, just before reaching them, the man looked at the room number
on a door and tested the door knob.

It was the same room which the man in the dark suit had exited only a
minute earlier. Seeing that the door was unlocked, the guy with the goatee
again nodded at Stan and Rudy before slipping into the room.

A second later the double doors opened again and into the quiet corridor
entered three boisterous men all in their mid forties. They were tanned and
each wore polo-style shirts and chinos. The entered laughing among
themselves some. And Rudy could hear one ask another, "What's the number?"

"Room Two", the man holding the small card said.

"Wonder if they go by age?", jested the third man making the other men
making his buddies laugh, too.

"Could be but there wouldn`t be sixteen rooms then", the first of the three
replied.

"Here's two", the second man said as he guided his friends to a door
nearest the double doors. The second man knocked on the door but the third
man hit his shoulder with the back of his hand as he said, "Yeah, right,
and is he suppose to come to the door?"

The second man laughed at himself as though realizing it was a pretty silly
thing he had done by knocking. He turned the door knob and opened it
slowly. As they stood in the doorway, seeing whatever was inside, the first
man smiled but asked, "Geezusfuck, they weren't kidding. You sure you guys
want to go through with this?"

As the other two stood there, the second man groped himself slightly as he
stared into the room before saying, "Sure. Why not? Ain't that what he's
there for?"

"Yeah, but still..." the first man said as if he just had to ask this stuff
to ease his guilt.

"Andy", the third buddy said as he pushed his way into the room, "Come
on. It'll be fun...fuckin' fun...I never done it either...but like they
say, What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas."

With that the three men chuckled, entered the room and quickly and firmly
shut the door behind them.

"What's in all these rooms?", Rudy asked Stan as they stood in the corner
behind Bacchus.

"There's just rooms. Now come'ere and I'll feed you, kid", Stan said as he
realized it was time to shoot some cum into the child's mouth. "We only
have a few minutes left, so let me shoot this stuff into your mouth, okay?"

"Okay", Rudy answered innocently. "Its your grown up's milk?"

"Yep", the man said, as he pulled down his zipper quickly. He pulled out
his long, uncircumcised penis and said, "Come'ere and feel it. Wrap your
hand around it."

Doing as instructed, Rudy tried to wrap his small fist around the thick
girth of the shoeshine man's exposed penis.

"It's big", Rudy said in awe as he stared at the length of adult penis
before him.

"It sure is", Stan said proudly as he looked down to see the small child
fondling his erection. "Made a lot of babies, that penis in your hands."

"This?", Rudy asked, confusion in his voice, as he casually made the man's
penis move up and down and then left and right as he jerked it about
gently. "Babies don't come out of pee pees...they come out of mommies."

"But mommies need these to go inside them first", Stan said as he grew
increasingly breathless as his erection was played with by the child.

"What do you mean?", Rudy asked as his hands explored every inch of Stan's
long, hard shaft. His tugs caused the older man's foreskin to back and
forth, making the man's precum begin to flow freely.

As Stan steadied himself by gripping one of the boy's shoulders, he
muttered, "Daddies stick their pee pee into mommies...and then...that
stuff...the grown up milk...the stuff I'm going to shoot in your
mouth...comes out...and helps make a baby."

"COOL!", Rudy said as he milked in a semi-mesmerized fashion the shaft that
stuck seven inches out of the fly of the man's uniform.

"That goo you drank earlier", Stand muttered, "Is what that other man used
to make his kids...and now you can eat the stuff I made my kids with. You
like that?"

Rudy looked up at the man and grinned big before asking, "Can you make a
baby in me?"

"What?", Stan asked breathlessly.

"If I eat all your grown up's milk that you made your kids with", Rudy
asked as he fondled the full length and rubbed his small fingers around the
head of the man's penis coating them in sticky precum. "Will you make a
baby in me? If I eat it all good?"

"You want me making a baby in your tummy, kid?", Stan asked.

And after a moment's thought, Rudy nodded his head. "You can make a baby in
my tummy...if you want."

Stan chuckled to himself as he delighted in the perverted pleasures of a
child masturbating him and offering such a thing.

"You want an old man like me making a baby in you, Rudy?", Stan asked. "I
have grandkids older than you, don't forget..."

"How old are you?", Rudy asked.

"Fifty-nine", Stand mumbled.

"I'm seven", Rudy said very matter-of-factly, as if considering the
possibility.

"Only a fifty-two year difference", the man joked - mostly to himself.

"Okay, you can make a baby in my tummy...if you want", Rudy said.

"But what about Big Frankie?", Stan asked teasing the child. "You already
ate up all of his milk that he makes his babies with...that was all loaded
in his sperm that makes Big Frankie's babies, that stuff you ate earlier."

Rudy got very serious as he slowed his movements along the big leaking
shaft within his now gooey, sticky hands. "That's right", the child
said. "That man is already maybe making babies in my tummy..."

Then Rudy thought some more and quickly figured out a solution, "That's
okay though! He can make his baby in my tummy. And when it comes out, you
can make one in me, too!"

Stan laughed as his erection throbbed and oozed more grandparental precum
all over the hands and wrists of this child he barely knew and yet had all
to himself in a corner.

"Deal", the man said. "Let all of Big Frankie's sperm do their work in your
tummy and then my sperm can swim around and make another baby in you."

Rudy smiled since they now had it all figured out.

"Hey, kid", Stan then jested. "What about all those other daddies who might
want to shoot their milk into your tummy? Are they all expected to have to
wait for you to have some other daddy's baby before they can feed the stuff
they make their families with?"

"I didn't think of that. That doesn't sound too fair, does it?", the child
replied as he frowned a bit.

"No, it doesn't", Stan said.

They stood there for a moment more, a boy milking the thick erection of a
grandfather and employee of Hadrian's Palace Casino Hotel.

"Hey! I GOT IT!", the man said. "How `bout you just let men all shoot their
stuff into you...and let their sperm fight it out inside your belly. The
winning sperm can make its baby."

"Cool! That's smart!", the boy replied, beamingly happy. "And that way,
they don't have to wait...and I don't have to have a lot of babies...just
some babies."

"Just like a woman who's a slut", Stan said. "She can only have a baby with
one man's grown up milk - even if ten men shoot it into her at the same
time."

"Wow", Rudy said. "Even if a hundred shoot it in her at the same time?"

"Even if a thousand different men shoot their sperm in her at the same
time", the older man said, his cock throbbing within the child's grasp as
he delighted in telling a small boy about gangbangs. "Only one of those men
will win and it'll be his sperm to make a baby in her."

"So I could have a thousand daddies shoot their grown up stuff and only one
could make a baby in me", Rudy said.

"Right", the shoe shine man answered as his voice became deeper and more
serious.

He then grabbed the boy's head and pulled it closer to his erection. "Lemme
stick it in your mouth Rudy", the man said. "Come'on and lemme put my big
cock in your mouth...open your mouth wide, okay?"

Rudy did as instructed and opened his mouth super wide as Stan pushed his
loins forward and shoved his precum sticky adult penis between the small
child's lips.

"Let old Stan here knock Big Frankie's spermies right outta there, huh?"
the man said as looked down watching every second of his perverted cock
being pushed into the kid's throat. "Stan wants to shoot and make a baby in
that tum-tum of yours...gunna shoot so much it'll drown all that other
guy's sperm in there...adding to all that sperm in there...another man's
daddy milk all perved down there already ...gunna add some more to that,
you little cumslut...letting all us men make babies in your little
tum-tum...

And as Rudy's oral cavity was rammed and ached as it was widened without a
second thought given by the erection using it, he began to gulp naturally,
and with each gulp, more adult erect cock banged against his small, tender
uvula and right down deeper into his throat.

Stan buckled his knees slightly for a better view as he watched himself
screw a child's mouth. "Look at that...screwing a lil'one's
skull...yeah...fuck...take all that big cock, kid...gunna pump sperm in you
soon...Stan's gunna make some babies inside a second-grader...going feed a
little guy stuff to knock him up...you like that?"

Rudy nodded as best as he could as he tried to keep up with the man's hips
as the rammed into him.

"Want to drink the stuff that makes my babies, kid?", Stan asked. "Cuz I'm
going to bust a nut into your tummy, kid...wash you throat and belly in
daddy milk....aaaaahhhhhrrghhhha....pump...in' ...my nuts into
yo..u....fuc..ck...in...cum
slut....maaaaannnn...whadda...cum...slut....nothing...but a
cuuuuum...slut...ahhhhh!"

And Rudy could feel the man's shaft twitch and pulsate within his throat as
Stan ejaculated as if depositing his semen directly into the boy's stomach.

Only after knowing that every heaving throe of orgasm had past out of his
hairy nuts, Stan stood straight and very slowly pulled his penis out of the
child's throat.

Much to his surprise, he felt Rudy's young lips and tongue on his cockhead,
sucking and slurping up every remnant of daddy goo that might not have made
it directly into him.

"Whoa, whoa, kid", the man said. "Old Stan gets sensitive after he's made a
baby in someone....but you sure as hell like the stuff, dontcha?"

Smacking his lips, Rudy looked up at the man who loomed tall over him and
smiled. "You make lots and lots of it", the boy said.

As he tucked his wet penis back into his uniform slacks and zipped up, Stan
laughed and replied, "Sure do. Not bad for an old guy, is it?" He then
looked down and saw his semen had also coated the child's chin and cheek so
he took his index finger and scooped up the thick ejaculate.

"Here. Open that cumhole of yours wide, kid", Stan said. "You like the
stuff, so you have to eat it all up...like a good little boy."

Rudy happily slurped up all the obscene semen as easily and contently as if
he were being fed vanilla pudding.

"Man, you are really something, Rudy", the man said he double checked his
zipper. He then led the small boy from behind the statue just in time to
see another man exit a room. He was a swarthy man with a thick
mustache. His glance caught Stan's and he frowned. But then he saw Rudy
with him and the man gave a faint smile before heading to the double doors
to exit.

And as he left, another man entered. They did not even acknowledge one
another. The new man was balding but had a very nice face and to Rudy, he
looked like a teacher or a doctor or something like that.

Holding that same sort of small card in his hand, the man made a beeline
for exactly the same room that the swarthy man had just left. He just
opened the door and went inside.

"What are all these rooms?" Rudy asked.

"Don't ask too many questions, kid. Men don`t like that", Stan said as he
took a hold of the boy's hand. And again, as he did so, he rolled his eyes
thinking about what he'd just done. As he looked down at Rudy, he smirked
with amazement that the tyke who held his hand actually had his semen
within his belly. "They let me come up here to use that corner when I need
to. Otherwise, I don't ask too many questions and I recommend the same to
you. Its not too smart for a baby like you, hell, even for an adult like me
sometimes, to ask too many questions around here. You want to eat grown
up`s stuff or not? Or maybe you want to get kicked out?"

Rudy got very concerned since he loved to eat the stuff that came out of
men's pee pees. "No, I don't wanna be kicked out."

"Then I recommend you don't ask a lot of questions about the things you see
while you`re here. Remember, Rudy, we men like our secrets. You said you
understood that. And men only like those kids who keep their secrets. Don`t
forget that."

"I won't", Rudy said, "I swear."

As they stood there, two very tall black men, who looked like they easily
could have been professional athletes, exited a room together. And after
shutting the door behind them, they stopped and gave one another a high
five.

"What the...was THAT?", one said incredulously.

"Can you damn fuckin' believe that?", the other replied with the same
astounded tone.

"I shot three times...", the first said.

"I know, bro...I was there", the other replied. "You was making it a lake
in there...it can only hold so much when its that little..."

"See how it spread?", the first one said. "It wasn't that one's
first...nothing that small can take it all unless..."

"Gotta be working `em twenty-four-seven like everything else in this
town...", the other man replied as they exited the double doors and their
voices trailed off.

Then the elevator which had taken Stan and Rudy to this floor, very softy
dinged before it opened just a few feet from where they stood.

"Back to work", Stan said.

And as they were riding down on the elevator, Rudy's hand still in Stan's,
the boy suddenly said very quietly and as if he were concentrating deeply,
"They're working, I think."

"Huh?", Stan replied as he felt all content now that he'd busted a nut into
the tyke. "What's working?"

"Your spermies", Rudy said in a reverent manner. "I can feel them already
in my tummy and I think they're trying to make a baby."

As he struggled not get another erection in his slacks listening to this
kid with his his cum inside of him, Stan laughed, as he said, "Maybe
they're duking it out with Big Frankie's inside there. What do ya think?"

TO BE CONTINUED

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