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title: 'Timmy''s Day Off From School'
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### Timmy's Day Off From School

Date: Tue, 25 Nov 2008 16:09:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Gloryhole Junkie <misterghj@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mr.gloryholeJUNKIE's "Timmy Series": Timmy's Day Off From School

"TIMMY'S DAY OFF FROM SCHOOL"

by Mr.gloryholeJUNKIE


Timmy had the entire day off from school because of a Teacher's Institute
Day. His mom was a surgeon at the local hospital and wouldn't be home all
day so Timmy's dad had to schedule to take a personal day off from his
office at D.W'Hopper Investments. He didn't mind so much since it was a
beautiful Spring day and it would give he and his eight-year-old son some
time to hang out and get in some much needed dad-son bonding. He was always
working so it was nice to know he could make up for his absences by
spending a whole day with his cute-as-a-dickens blue-eyed little guy.

Timmy's mom was already up and gone by the time he woke up. Since there was
no school, his dad had let him sleep an extra hour before going into his
boy's bedroom, which was all decked out in Cowboys'n'Indians motif. He
watched his son snoozing like a little angel, the blankets down at his feet
exposing his Clifford the Big Red Dog underpants. Timmy's father stood at
the foot of the bed just staring at his son's naked upper torso and little
pricklet where it bulged out the fly of his underpants.

Watching his third-grader son sprawled out for anyone's taking like that
gave him get a spontaneous hardon and an idea.

As he struggled with a thick woody in his cotton fleece shorts, he
approached his son's bed and roused the tyke from his sleep by rubbing and
tugging on the little boy's smooth as silk belly.

Timmy's eyes opened slowly and he smiled as he saw his daddy. He then
stretched as he asked in a sleepy voice, "Morning daddy...what time is it?"

"Almost nine, little buckaroo", his dad replied. "Time you get up if we're
going to have any fun today."

Timmy shot up and out of bed excitedly. "Cool", he said, now
wide-awake. "What are we going to do?"

His father took a moment to catch his breath as he looked his little son up
and down, the boy's small, luscious bubble butt concealed only by the thin
pair of colorful underpants. He hated to admit to it but he's a dad who
thought about his own little son many times when taking a break at work to
jerk off in the executive men's room.

He had even taken some photos from the family album once - a picture of
Timmy in his Little League uniform and another in only a swimsuit from
their recent vacation to Orlando. He wanted to try an experiment of sorts
and one evening after work he drove to a cruisy forest preserve he knew of
and placed the photos of his son in a stall in the men's room. He taped
them to the metal partition and went back to his car. He sat in the lot and
then watched as a few men went in and out of the men's room. He then drove
home where he was a few minutes late for dinner. As they ate, he looked at
his son eating Mac and Cheese knowing there were photos of him in a men's
room for strange men to look at.

The following day after work, he stopped back at forest preserve, which was
an oddity as he usually only went there a few times a month usually for a
blowjob. But he was curious to see what may have happened to his son's
pictures. He parked and casually strolled into the men's room which was
empty. He quickly went into the stall where he'd taped the photos and was
somewhat surprised to see they were not only there but coated in streaks of
white stuff. Semen. The photo of Timmy in his swimsuit even had words
scrawled along the bottom of it which read, "Would fuck this young one if
he were here".

He smiled to himself knowing other men had gotten off looking at his little
son's image. And some wanted to screw him. He quickly exited the stall
before anyone came in, went to his car and returned home. The photos
remained up in the stall for nearly a month before he found them
gone. Since traces of masking tape and dried semen splatters remained, he
figured another man, rather than park custodians, must have taken them for
his personal enjoyment.

"Well, your mom won't be home until about seven tonight", he said. "She's
on tonight."

"I hate emergency rooms", Timmy replied. Usually he hated that his mommy
had to work such long hours but today it was okay since it gave him a whole
day alone with his daddy.


"I thought we'd get out", his dad said. "Stop and pick up a bucket of KFC,
take a ball and go to the park."

"Cool!", Timmy giggled. "I'd love that!"

"Well, then brush your teeth, wash and get dressed before it gets even
later.", his dad said as he tousled the little tyke's mop of yellow
hair. "I'll pull out some clothes for you while you wash up."

As Timmy went down the hallway to the bathroom, his dad went into several
drawers looking for just the right outfit for his na�ve little son to
wear. He found high top sneakers in the boy's closet and his white tube
socks. He then pulled out a thin pair of sweat shorts. Although he saw a
drawer full of underpants, he knew it was not the day for his boy to wear
any.

He then found a t-shirt he'd bought his son when they were on vacation at
DisneyWorld. Just a cute little shirt with a big head of Pluto on
it. Perfect.

He left the room and went to the kitchen to fix them each a bowl of
cornflakes.

In a few minutes, Timmy came downstairs, wearing exactly what his dad had
laid out for him. He hopped up on a chair at the kitchen table and they
talked about what a pretty day it was outside and how it was so nice to
have such a day off from work and school. Suddenly Timmy blurted out, "I
didn't see any underpants out so is it okay I didn't wear any?"

His father chuckled to himself as that was the idea. "That's fine,
son. Best to be comfy today. Here's a secret, I'm not wearing any
underneath my sweat shorts either." They both laughed and Timmy said that
mommy had better not know that. Then they laughed some more.

"Where's your baseball? We'll bring it with." his dad said.

They left the house and drove a good twenty minutes until they were at a
commercial strip, lined with fast food chains. They chatted about nothing
major as they pulled through the drive-thru and ordered a bucket of
chicken, slaw, biscuits and sodas.

Timmy's dad handed the tyke the bag as he set the drinks into the
cupholders of the family Volvo.

"Now we'll have some fun", Timmy's dad said as he pulled into traffic and
headed to somewhere unfamiliar.

"Where are we going?", Timmy asked excitedly as he looked out the window at
all the new sights.

"A special place I know", Timmy's dad replied.

"It's a park, right?", the blonde boy asked innocently as he breathed in
the fresh Spring air.

"Well, sort of a park", his dad said. "More like a forest but it has picnic
tables and things like that."

Where he was actually taking his son was to one of the busiest cruise woods
in the city's western suburbs. It was a place where he'd stop for blowjobs
many times on his way home from work.

They drove nearly fifteen minutes through late morning traffic until they
then got on a major expressway for a short stint. Perhaps only three or
four exits until they came off and pulled into a forest preserve. It was
easy to see why this place might be such a popular place for quick sex due
to its proximity to where two highways interchanged.

But for its highway proximity, the woods themselves were very serene and
picturesque. As one drove in, one almost could forget there were thousands
of cars roaring beyond its boundaries.

Although only ten forty-five in the morning, there were already a number of
cars in the parking lot. Some were parked and a few seemed to just be
driving very slowly back and forth. Timmy was so excited to be there with
his daddy that he didn't even notice that all the cars, even the parked
ones, were occupied only by solo male drivers.

Timmy's dad had used the automatic controls to open the driver's and
passenger's side windows fully. He drove very slowly passed as many other
vehicles as possible. Men looked up from behind their steering wheels as
they watched their every move closely.

Timmy's dad pulled the Volvo into an empty slot, between two other
sedans. Timmy still didn't notice that each of the cars along side of them
were occupied by single adult male drivers. He smelled the KFC and that's
all he was thinking about.

His daddy turned off the motor and popped open his car door. "We'll go over
there," he said, pointing to one of three wooden picnic tables in small
clearing before reaching to carry the big cups of soda pop. As Timmy got
out of the car, carrying the bag of food, he saw there was somebody, a man,
wearing nothing more than a small black Speedo, laying on the table top of
one of the three picnic tables.

As they approached the tables, Timmy giggled as he whispered to his dad,
"Why is that man sleeping on a table, daddy?"

His father didn't miss a beat replying, "Oh, some men like to relax and
sunbathe like that...instead of being on the grass."

The man in the Speedo was occupying an outer table and Timmy's dad, wanting
his little son to see the stranger's body fully, purposefully led them to
the middle table. The third table was unoccupied. But not for too long.

As they set the food on the table, the man in the Speedo very slowly turned
his head to see who had approached. He laid back the whole time but
shielded his eyes from the rising noon sun in order to better see. A slight
grin crossed his lips as he saw who occupied the table only three or four
yards from his own. The man then laid his head down again on a towel he was
using as a makeshift pillow and then very slightly but purposefully spread
his legs slightly further apart.

Both the man and Timmy's daddy seemed to be of the attitude, 'Let the kid
have a good look.'

Timmy kneeled on one of the benches as he slurped from the straw of his big
cup of soda, his back to the parking lot. His daddy knew but the boy was
unaware that his position gave the men in their cars a great view of his
small tushie.

The father and son ate chicken as two men, each in dress shirt and tie and
each coming from different directions slowly circled the clearing. Many
businessmen took an early lunch hour to cruise for sex at this forest
preserve.

They made their way to the vacant third table and sat on either side, not
knowing one another but knowing what the other was up to. They sat trying
to look casual as they glanced at Timmy and his dad. Timmy hardly noticed
anything strange but his daddy knew what the men were looking at. He nodded
slightly, acknowledging the two men. They nodded back, feeling bolder to
stay where they were. They knew something might be up as few dads brought
their little son to these woods, let alone sitting at a table beside a
nearly naked man bulging in only an obscene pair of Speedos.

"Smells good", one of the men in a tie called over to them.

Timmy looked over and said it was KFC.

"Chicken", the other man said. "We love chicken."

Timmy's daddy looked at his son and said, "We can spare a couple of
thighs. Be nice and offer them a piece."

"You can have some misters", Timmy said to the two men.

The two businessmen, both in their late forties seized the invitation and
the opportunity to get closer to Timmy and his dad.

As the men stood up and walked over, Timmy didn't see but his daddy did
that the men's crotches showed them to be aroused.

The men came up to the table. One wore sunglasses. "How you both doing?",
he asked of Timmy and his dad. "Name's Dale."

The other man didn't give his name but said thanks as Timmy handed him a
thigh and a paper napkin.

"You always so generous with strange men?", Dale asked Timmy with a grin.

"Timmy's learning to be generous," his dad replied. Dale stood right along
side Timmy, and put his leg up on the picnic table bench, causing his
massive crotch to shadow the little guy.

Seeing what was happening gave another man, of about fifty in khakis and a
zip jacket, the courage to exit his vehicle in the parking lot and slowly
wander over to the table. Before he had to struggle for words, Timmy's dad
said a nice "Good morning" to the man.

"Hi", the man said in a nervous tone. "How you all this morning?"

Timmy dug into the bucket of chicken and offered the last leg to this new
man.

"Oh, uh, no, no", he said sort of confused. "I ate before I drove over
here."

Then Dale took a bold step and nodded over to the man in the Speedo. "He
sure looks comfortable."

That caused Timmy to blush for some reason and the men to chuckle.

The other businessman added, "Hell, I'd love to drop trou and sunbathe like
that too except the wife doesn't let me wear a Speedo under my suit most
mornings." The men again laughed.

"Saw a guy here last week", the man in the zip jacket said. "Laying over
there by the bushes in just his skivvies."

Timmy sucked on his straw as he asked his dad, "What are skivvies?"

His dad said they were undershorts, white jockeys.

Without a thought, Timmy said innocently, "I couldn't do that because I'm
not even wearing any underpants today...right, daddy?"

A silence came over the men.

"That's right, Timmy", his dad replied. "That's because today is casual
play day...we're here to play this afternoon."

Dale softly asked, "What are you planning to play?"

Timmy jumped up off the bench and asked if he could go get the ball from
the car. His dad said fine, that the door was unlocked. As Timmy scampered
away he couldn't see his father telling the men something.

In just a couple of minutes, Timmy returned with a mitt and baseball and
said it was time to play. The men seemed to enjoy that as they sat at the
table and watched while Timmy and his daddy tossed the ball around. At one
point, the ball rolled over to the table and Dale tossed it back. He stood
and threw it to Timmy. A perfect pitch.

"Wow, that was real good, mister", Timmy said to the man.

"Well, after three sons and ten years coaching, I should know how to toss
to a ball", he said happily.

After a few more minutes, Dale came closer and soon he and Timmy's daddy
were tossing the ball to Timmy.

They were playing so long that Timmy didn't even noticed that the man in
the black Speedo was gone from his table.

The next ball that Timmy's daddy threw went sailing clear over the boy's
head and far beyond his running reach. It flew into the dense bushes behind
his son who without thinking ran after it.

He couldn't find the baseball and went a few yards deeper into the dark
canopied forest. He looked all around not even noticing that his daddy
didn't bother to come over to see what had happened.

"Darn", Timmy muttered to himself fearing he'd lost his favorite baseball.

"I think I saw it head over that way", a low voice said, startling the
youngster.

Timmy looked up and saw the man in the black Speedo was leaning against a
high log that had half fallen over. The man wore nothing but sneakers and
that obscene Speedo. His chest was hairy and his stomach flat. "Over there
a little", he reiterated pointing to a thicket not but three feet from
where he leaned back showing off a hefty bulge.

"Thanks mister", Timmy said approaching the man. As he did he couldn't help
but look at the man's body, especially at his huge penis that bulged out
the black Lycra. Without a word he slowly went to the thicket and saw his
baseball sitting on a pile of dried leaves. He snatched it up happy that he
hadn't lost the ball which he'd gotten just a week earlier for his eighth
birthday.

Timmy knew he should have run back to the clearing now having retrieved his
baseball but being so close to this nearly naked man fascinated him. The
man seemed to know that as he gave the tyke a smile. "You like what I'm
wearing?", he asked the boy.

"I guess", Timmy said, afraid to admit that he did.

The man silently waved for Timmy to come closer to him. Slowly the boy did
looking back toward the path to the clearing making sure no one could see.

The man looked all around as Timmy came right up to where he leaned back
and then he spread his legs further causing his bulge to show itself even
more prominently. Both the man and Timmy looked at the man's obscene bulge
that began to tent the thin fabric.

"Go ahead", the man whispered knowing that the boy wanted to feel it.

Without hesitating, Timmy reached out and put his little hand on the man's
bulge, feeling the hardness of the man's very thick shaft. "Its hard",
Timmy whispered.

The man smiled and whispered, "And big too".

The boy then explored some more and cupped the man's huge bulging scrotum
through the smooth material.

"You like that?", the man whispered.

Timmy nodded enthusiastically although he was still nervous his daddy might
come through the dense foliage and catch him.

"Don't worry. I don't see anyone coming. Have a real good feel...squeeze it
some", the man said.

Timmy did as he'd been invited to do, his small grasp making the man feel
good as he spread his legs wider, giving the boy free access to his crotch.

"Want to see some more?", the man asked.

Timmy nodded.

The man reached and tugged his Speedo away from his flat abdomen and over
his cock, freeing his huge erection.

Timmy's eyes widened as he smiled big, inadvertently showing the man where
his adult front tooth was still coming in. "Wow", the boy said.

"You like it?", the man asked knowingly. "Play with it."

Timmy didn't quite know what to do or how to play with it so he just stood
there.

"Here, take off your baseball mitt, kid", the man said gently as he took
the leather mitt off Timmy's hand and placed it on the ground. "Now hold my
cock like you hold a banana and then pump it some."

The boy took hold of the man's very thick erection and was surprised to
find it was so hot and hard. He looked at the man's public hair and hefty
scrotum as he pumped the big penis.

The man looked around some more and then at the boy masturbating
him. "You're real good at that...that feels real good", he said.

The man then stopped Timmy for a moment as he stood and pulled his black
Speedos down to his ankles which gave him better ability to spread his legs
wider, allowing his huge scrotum to hang and sway freely as the boy resumed
playing with the giant erection.

"Put your mouth on it...can you suck it?", the man said very softly, almost
inaudibly as if to not want to scare the youngster away.

But instead of pulling away, Timmy shocked the man and leaned forward
sucking the man's wet cockhead like it were a lollipop. The man seemed
surprised it was so easy but the boy seemed to take an immediate liking to
cocksucking. He grabbed the boy's head gently guiding the lad's throat down
onto the shaft very slowly. When he sensed the slightest gagging from the
boy, he eased up not wanting to scare the kid or bring about too much
attention.

Timmy was so enthralled by the huge adult erection between his lips he
didn't even hear the footsteps behind him as they approached the
half-fallen log. He sucked and sucked some more on the man's cock having
suddenly discovered something that he knew he'd come to love as much as
baseball.


The man in the Speedo could see what Timmy failed to notice. Behind the
cocksucking tyke stood his father and the three men from the picnic
table. They stood silently watching the obscene scene as each squeezed his
bulge and began to unzip. Timmy sucked and was able to go further down on
the man's thick shaft. He got so lost in his new-found fun that it was only
when one of the men caused a twig to crack that the boy even turned his
head to notice his father and the others where but ten feet away.

But before the boy could panic though, his father whispered softly and
reassuringly, "Stay doing what you're doing Timmy...that's my good boy."

Timmy, figuring it must be okay because his daddy said so - and because it
felt so good - continued to suck the big penis as the four men came closer
for a better look.

"Whoo, look a that", Dale muttered happily as he stroked the wrist-thick
uncut cock that stuck out of the fly of his own suit slacks.

The man in the Speedo waved them even closer and pulled Timmy's mouth off
his erection. Without a word he placed Timmy's mouth at Dales fat cock.

"Is it okay?", Dale asked looking at Timmy father.

Timmy's daddy just nodded as he stared at his son's lip being poked at by
the businessman's plum-sized corona. The man's precum coated his son's lips
to a gloss.

The men watched as Timmy had to open his mouth even wider for this man's
penis. But it was clear the tyke was having fun. The man in the zip jacket
reached a hand into the backside of the child's sweat shorts, feeling the
boy's small smooth butt. His hand was soon met by Dale's as the men poked
fingers gently at Timmy's virgin butthole.

"Let's see him suck his father", the other businessman said softly.

"Yeah", the man in the zip jacket said as he stroked his own lengthy
erection. "I want to see that, too...see him sucking on his daddy's cock."

Timmy's dad sidled up closer pressing into his son's left shoulder as he
took his son's head and turned it to face his hard, veiny erection. Knowing
what to do, Timmy just kept his mouth wide open and let his daddy push his
cock between his lips.

"That is so fucking hot", the man in the zip jacket said as the four men
beat off watching Timmy suck his father's throbbing erection.

After a few minutes of threading his cock in and out of his boy's throat,
Timmy's dad stepped back and let the other two men come up for a blowjob
from his son.

The man in the Speedo stood and pulled up his swimsuit saying he'd be
around all afternoon and would therefore go back to the clearing to make
sure everything was okay. He patted Timmy's hair and thanked him as the boy
continued to suck the cock of the man in the zip jacket.

"I'm going to cum", the man in the jacket said quietly, looking at Timmy's
father as if seeking permission.

"Go ahead", Timmy's father quietly said. "Let me just warn him first." He
then had Timmy stop sucking as he said to his son, "When you feel this man
shoot something warm and maybe sort of salty in your mouth, don't be
scared. Its something we men make when we're having a really good time like
this. It comes out of our penises but its good for you to drink. Just don't
be surprised when we shoot liquid in your mouth, okay?'

Timmy barely understood but nodded, happy to know he was making these men
and even his own daddy-- have such a good time as to shoot out liquids that
came out of their penises.

The man in the zip jacket pushed his erection back into Timmy's mouth and
in just a minute was ejaculating forcefully in the boy's mouth. Timmy
gagged and coughed, never expecting such a flood of thick warm stuff. The
semen made a mess of the boy's Pluto t-shirt and chin but most went down
his young throat.

As the man reached the end of his climax, with a mild grin he said he was
sorry to have startled the boy. He stepped back and Dale took his place,
excited to know they could all cum in the kid's mouth. In a few moments he
fed the boy a second load of semen.  He stepped back and shoved his meat
back into his suit slacks as he said to Timmy's father, "Man, am I glad a
client had to cancel a meeting this morning."

He, like the man in the zip jacket stayed close as to watch the third man
screw his cock back into Timmy's throat. "Give him another load", Dale
urged the man. Soon the man's knees buckled as he suppressed a moan while
ejaculating. More semen flooded down the boy's chin to the collar of his
t-shirt as he drank the rest of the gushing flow.

Timmy's father knew what these men wanted to see next. "Want to watch?", he
whispered to the three as he beat off while Timmy pivoted around to face
his daddy's big erection again. "Open your mouth, son", he said to Timmy.

"Fuck yeah", Dale whispered. "Shoot your dadload right into that mouth."

"Come on", the man in the zip jacket added, "Feed him his own daddy's
sperm."

Timmy's dad beat off, holding his son's head in place as he aimed his penis
directly at the boy's tongue. The three men watched closely as Timmy's dad
ejaculated copious spurts of thick white semen all over his son's mouth and
tongue. As he came, he shoved his wide cockhead between the boy's lips,
causing his boy to suck and swallow the semen spontaneously.

Having gotten off, Timmy's father quickly pulled up his sweat shorts as the
other men patted Timmy on the head in thanks. Then they thanked his father
before each skeddaddled in three separate directions.

When the men were out of sight, Timmy asked if he did okay and his father
patted his shoulder. "You're the best son a dad could ever ask for."

Timmy grinned as he tasted the mix of four loads of adult semen. He wiped
his t-shirt and then said he had the best fun.

"Better than Little League?", he father asked as he picked up the baseball.

"Way better!", Timmy said.

Timmy's dad looked at his watch and said, "Well, then what do you say we go
back to the clearing and hang out some more. It'll be getting even busier
here in a little while with lunch hour coming. Grab your mitt."

The two meandered back to their table in the clearing. The man in the
Speedo was again laying back in position sunbathing. He gave them an almost
imperceptible nod as they passed. At the third table were four different
men - two in suits and another two in mechanics-type uniforms. They were
looking over at Timmy and his dad in the same way Dale and the other men
had earlier.

Timmy's dad, lightly tossing the baseball in his hand asked his son, "Want
to play some more?"

Timmy grinned big knowing what his daddy meant and as they began to toss
the ball, one of the men approached and asked if he could join in. And in a
few more minutes, seeing the man in the Speedo had again "disappeared",
Timmy's dad again threw a fast ball right into the dense thicket for Timmy
to chase after.

Timmy and his dad - and a whole bunch of men - spent the entire day at the
woods playing ball.


The End

