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title: 'The Littlest Entrepreneur, Part 5'
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### The Littlest Entrepreneur, Part 5

Date: Mon, 15 Aug 2005 13:38:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: mghj4dads smith <mghj4dads@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Littlest Entrepreneur   Pt 5

The Littlest Entrepreneur
Part 5
By: Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE
mghj4dads@yahoo.com


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


Preface:

In this world with contraceptives, (and tricky economics), fathers often -
usually - resort to impotently pumping into wives their "batter of the
scrotum" which is then either caught within a slug of rubber or blocked
and/or otherwise artificially killed by the little woman herself as her
body is set up to sense the goo and destroy it before any of it can do its
job.

And how do you suppose - however subconsciously - men are suppose to feel
knowing that their wives pussies are always on a seek and destroy mission?
It seems these days that married men are just expected to accept that their
nut juice is prepped for murder with every vaginal penetration of the old
wife - especially odd when a guy has such a opposing, protective and proud
sense of his own semen.

After all, most dudes love the money shot in any porn, adore wiping up
their thick load after a good j/o session, spend a lot of their day looking
for a person who will actually swallow their dad-goo, figure out ways to
make it more motile, more copious, whiter, thick, better tasting...all for
some wife to kill and otherwise rebuff the stuff?

It would seem to me, a perfect recipe for men to turn their boners on
others - merely in an innate drive to juice up someone - anyone - in their
life-loaded milky testicular fluid.

Not to sound like a Vatican Council or anything but I suppose contraception
is why so many men in today's day and age don't have much trouble reaching
what seems a most logical conclusion concerning their nuts and those who
might get a wad from them.

After all, if his sperm is to killed on contact (rather like RAID on a
roach) by his wife's spermicidal vagina...at least a man knows that his
little buggers have a chance to swim a bit longer deep inside another open
mouth or even a tiny butt hole. It ones spermies are to be killed, why not
just have them killed by stomach acids? It doesn't cost anything and
doesn't require a prescription to catch seed that way...and a man can pump
out the goo to his heart's content.

And if that's all going to happen, who needs the wife "every time" there is
to be a scrotum unloaded?

Why not just shoot that seed into her which will make the babies and save
the rest for "others"?

Hey! Its such a good idea that it seems most men are doing it!

In our modern times, most dads don't think it a big deal to blow their load
into the belly of a tearoom cocksucker. And it ain't. Its just one more
load that the wife would have killed, ain't it?

After all, later that same night, even if their dad-goo had been shot into
their wife, it wouldn't have been used for anything any more reproductive
anyway. So why not fuck a load of the stuff when a guy needs to - and into
any hole? Its all the same in the long run. Think its better that a dad
"just" drops a wad to make a sperm puddle on his bathroom floor at home
(golly think of the little feet that might walk through it). Or better that
just gets his keyboard all sticky in swimmers (others have to do their
homework on that same computer in a couple of minutes, you know, dad).

If its just a case of wooing a wife's endlessly crab ass mood into allowing
her husband to essentially just masturbate into her pussy, without it
meaning anything reproductive, why not simply hose a load in front of the
other husbands at the urinals or tag team some cocksucker who is happily
letting men tag team his mouth and ass in the local woods. Heck, why not
just shove it through a hole at the bookstore and let some unseen mouth
suck for milk? Sometimes its that mouth that's most deserving of a guy's
fertile cum, after all.

And men have, fortunately, come...er, to realize that.

And by the droves.

You go to any busy adult porn theater and check out the married men in the
back who are all standing there waiting to get head. Well, maybe you'd have
to be the cocksucker who is sucking them all in order to get the fuller
picture or a better perspective on the situation since most men who get
sucked, enter, stand there, get sucked, pump sperm into the hungry mouth,
zip up and leave.

Oh, sure, these married men may have seen that their cocksucker has sucked
the other five men standing right next to him. And he might even figure out
the fact that the cocksucker was on his knees quite a while before
that. But most men in there just to bust a nut are there for a fraction of
the time that their cocksucker is.

So it's the cocksucker who often gets a better sense of the numbers and the
full picture of "typical domestic life" which those numbers create.

On a busy afternoon, looks around and you'll know that these men are not
screwing their wives that same day. And the way some men fuck and thrust
and deliver the seed, you know that most may not have been in their wives
for several days perhaps.

At one in the afternoon, a cocksucker is blowing forty men? Most of them
wearing a wedding ring? Most of them of an age that makes them highly
suspect of being the neighborhood dads? Like forty such men per hour are
screwing their wives that same day? Highly unlikely.

And its almost a guarantee that housewives in the area are not being
screwed by their husbands cocks at the rate that their husbands are
screwing the dude in the back row of the porn theater. As one gulps one
thick load after another from various men all day and into the evening, the
cocksucker sure as hell knows that few of those loads would have been
allowed within five feet of a fertile pussy.

Ever "work" a gloryhole in one of those joints? The cocksucker at one of
those holes learns fast where all the fertile semen is going in any city -
right down into his belly. When you're the cocksucker, mouth pressed to the
hole, you come to realize the sheer numbers of men who make it a regular
routine to rip a wad of nut milk down a gulping throat. Married men who
could have - in theory - taken the handsome meat and sperm home for wifey
to contend with. But these men have all learned perhaps long ago, that that
sort of sex has little to do with their cock - and SEMEN. When one realizes
that one cocksucker can drink scrotum milk out of fifteen dads per hour,
you begin to get a sense of what's actually occurring with the family
landscape.

Some of it, clearly is opportunity. These men are away from the house at
least eight hours. Then at home they have to compete with kids and bitchy
arguments. Then they have to crawl into a bed where the other person in it
has a one-in-twenty-nine day that month chance of wanting him to mount
her. And a one-in-three-to-five year chance of that mounting to include use
of his beautiful fertile goo?

Let's get real. Its no wonder men are standing in front of cocksuckers who
suckle for sperm like a hungry calf. Pay attention and that's what all guys
love - even if it's a dude slurping on their stuff. They don't want their
sperm to be "alienated".

And that's exactly what contraceptives have done.


But fortunately, when one of those "one-every-three-to-five-year" loads"
are accepted into the vagina canal - and allowed to live, its then that
most married men go head on...uh, with gusto...into fatherhood. As we all
know, some men are busting at the (trouser) seams in anticipation of
becoming a dad.

These guys have talked all about the prospect with their bride, they joke
amicably with their in-laws - promising to make their mother-in-law a nanna
as soon as humanly (or fertilely) possible. These guys know they got the
power in their scrotums and they're planning to use it as soon as possible.

In fact, some of these men don't leave their honeymoon suite in Barbados
until they feel the wife's been duly knocked up.

That's how bad some men want to become a dad.

And funny thing about the sperm of most guys - its pretty dang potent
stuff. Their swimmers often do the trick nearly every time they're shot
into a proper and equally fertile hole. (Trouble is, so much adult manseed
is shot into so many things and people other than a wife, that we'll never
know exactly how many actual acres of rain forest would truly need to be
cleared if such a population boom should ever occur due to all other holes
being removed from a list of places for the deposit of fatherly ejaculate).

But for those who find that their seed did the trick, they get into daddy
mode quickly. Sure, when the wife is out-to-there in her ninth month, these
man often return to the back row of the XXXs for a while. But that's just
the way men are built. Heck, they're right there, after zipping up, to pick
up their wife and baby from the hospital.

Then, as they try to parent properly, Dads can find themselves in an
interesting position suddenly when they encounter those situations not
covered by Dr. Spock or otherwise beckons to their wives.

Its never easy to parent. One imagines all sorts of days and nights of
pacing the floor, tripping over plastic fire trucks, explaining clouds and
having Fruit Loops tossed at one's ear.

But at least those moments are within the Fathering Handbook.

Yet, as we all know, fatherhood takes a man into unchartered parenting
territory at times.

Recently, a sighting of such occurred inside a family health club out in
Anywhere suburbia. Its one of those "family" health clubs so named to
actually intend to mean its not a men's health club or a gay health club.

And yet, as we all know, wherever two or more men gather...

Actually it a very clean, (dropped sperm is clean) and highly respectable
"family" gym center with a swimming pool, weight room and tennis and
racquet courts.

Perhaps its simply the realities of certain dynamics or capabilities at
particular times within any family, but for a family health club, one sees
mostly "moms" and "dads" - or in other words, adults frequenting the joint.

On the weekends, you'll see a lot of kids in the swimming pool, of
course. But even they're interestingly, all of a rather limited age range
for the most part. You'll see scads of kids between eight and thirteen and
see so many as to forget there are those who are younger or older than
that.

But one presumes the younger ones are, realistically, just too little to do
much at such a facility (if they only knew!). And teenagers probably feel
there are better, cooler, things to be doing than hanging out at the pool
with mom and dad.

And yet, most evenings, there are far more adults in the place than
kids. Which then makes you then wonder how great a parent any of them are -
leaving their kids at home to get into who-knows-what sort of
trouble. Geesh and good golly!

The men's locker room is usually clean and looks all very respectable - on
the surface. And yet, many'a group jerk circles have happened among men
beneath the showerheads in the communal style showers. And one has seen
many erect cocks being beaten off at the urinals. And more than a few
blowjobs have been had by married dads in the small men's sauna.

So, although it's a "family" health club, open to all ages, it was still a
bit of the jolt to see - upon entering the men's locker room after a
powerful game of racquetball (a game I will still play although I refuse to
wear the head sweatband) - a young father, naked - with his two sons - also
naked - as they padded around.

They were naked - not even a towel in sight - as they just wandered about
like they were on a field trip.

Oh, the place was rather packed with full grown and naked men, as well.

Perhaps some dads figure its no big whoop to parade themselves and their
sons around naked - because it's a "family" health club (and do these men
also think the SALE sign in the window of the discount furniture store
really means to imply there is a sale inside?).

And some dads might be thinking that all the other men "must be" dads as
well (it being a "family" health club). And after all, and as we all know,
dads don't have any nasty thoughts ever on their mind...

So I enter, all sweaty ...and made sweatier...as I watch this naked, rather
big-dicked dad with his three and a six year old sons tailing behind him as
they seem to be looking for something - or just looking at everything
perhaps. Which by the way is great technique, I suppose, is for a dad to
feign total ignorance of cardinal directions. "Oh, is THIS the gloryhole
stall? We were looking for the water fountain).

What upped the sexual tension, of course, were the number of equally naked
adult men who were giving this trio the double and triple take. Not a look
of surprise, mind you - since it is a family gym. But rather, it was
amazing the men who were, like, checking them out.

Perhaps its just that natural fascination men have with family genetics and
offspring and naked daddies with their sons...

...but as I quickly stripped out of my clothes, aggravated as to why a
locker lock never opens easily when you want it to, I could see that two
older gentlemen were actually following the trio around some. The two naked
men, not together (well, at first) and both in their late fifties were
acting all nonchalant but were actually following this dad and his sons
around.

And at that point, you don't know what's more arousing, the trio or the way
they seemed to have inspired many admirers. Of course, neither older man
took the moment to wrap around his waist the towel each held. I suppose
that notion went out of their head - after all, how would they show off the
lengthy grandpa schlongs to these tots if they did THAT?

Now, I have been in this locker room numerous times and I have seen the
semen shot at the urinals - some not making it into the urinals. And where
does young pop lead his sons? Directly into the washroom area...barefoot.

Well, I suppose mom forgot to pack the thongs again.

As you watched, you began to realize all the miles of fatherhood territory
left out of any Parenting book or magazine. While books teach a dad how to
help his guys of those ages to tie a shoe or make their own peanut butter
and jelly sandwich, they leave out what a dad is suppose to do with them in
a semi-cruisy locker room full of naked men.

Intriguingly it was more than apparent that some of the men, mostly other
dads, ironically enough, would have been most happy to help this young dad
with that aspect of a father's parenting duties.

The young dad led this two naked little guys around, and what I noticed (as
I would) was that not one man in the place covered up - even if he had a
towel.

Even those men with trousers in hand, seemed to dawdle some as to,
apparently, let these two tykes get an eyeful of huge jockstrap or
underwear bulges.

And who could blame them? After all it was they own dad who brought them in
and was playing tour guide to men's bodies. Its like it's a game of "It's
The Father's Call, Guys" that happens among men. As they all feel out the
dad, they do anything they suspect the dad had granted them license to do.

And you know the dad was up to something because he didn't flinch or react
to anything a all. I don't think he was stoned. But he behaved as though he
were merely walking around at the zoo or a local school event, letting his
sons take everything in.

He even opened the door to the small sauna (which I know to be nothing more
than a box for cock sucking) and even I thought the kids, especially the
three-year-old, a bit too young for that!

A sauna can reach temperatures not suitable for a kid that age. Under the
showers is much better.

Fortunately, one of the four men inside the sauna said to the dad, "Its
pretty hot in here..."

But they didn't tell him not to enter with his tots. They were just warning
him it was hot in there - but I don't think they were referring to the temp
inside.

The daddy closed the door and led his sons to look at the gang
showers...where four or five more naked, hairy men stood. Then he led them
to play with the sinks for a while.

What dad does that? I mean, why not have them put on some underpants first,
you know?

Yes, it was quite odd. Perhaps he was just teaching his kids about a men's
locker room (never know when that may come up on a nursery school test,
after all). Or maybe he was stalling since he knew that his wife, their
mother, took forever to change after a work out.

Perhaps he was passive-aggressively exposing his sons to all sorts of - and
many - grown up men's bodies?

Or "Maybe daddy was trying to give men a good show - you provide the
scenery for you know...", as one buddy, making a jerkin' off gesture, said
to me as we left the place together.

After all, there are some dads who do such things - and you won't find them
in better Parenting magazines. And you won't find that sort of fathering in
most of your standard child rearing books.

But as men we know it happens more frequently than anyone
discusses. Perhaps that why stories such as that which follows hits a note
with so many men. Perhaps that's why so many dads can relate to such
stories - because they know they're loaded in truths about daddyhood.

After all, there are more men like Rudy's dad out there than anyone would
ever suspect.








The Littlest Entrepreneur Part 5



After seeing his family drive away, Tony Marcione pulled out a cigarette as
he hung back a moment outside the casino hotel's employee's entrance. It
was a hotter evening than he'd have liked but he needed a brief break just
for himself. No one was anywhere around, it was quiet and so he figured he
could have two minutes to himself without somebody waving for one thing or
another as they all always do whenever he was anywhere inside the casino.

As he lit up, he couldn't get over the dough that his kid had raked in -
and in just a couple of hours of nothing work.

While he puffed on his cigarette once or twice, the weirdest thought
flashed into his mind. Suddenly this Italian dad wondered whether or not
his kid might have seen any dicks while he was in that busy men's room for
nearly two hours.

Tony shook his head, thinking it just another one of those freaking weird
thoughts to hit him of late. `Strangers - buncha perverts - shaking their
big dicks in my son's face', he said to himself, `why`s that so fuckin
hot?.' The man simultaneously felt immensely aroused, and yet, shivered in
disgust at the notion.

But Tony Marcione had been having a lot of those same weird thoughts
lately. And although he didn't know why such perverted questions entered
his head or why he found them to be so intriguing, he couldn't help but
wonder if his kid had seen any dicks that afternoon.

It would have been an easy enough thing to have happened, after all.  What
if earlier that day, his kid had wandered away from Stan - for even a
moment - and found his way into the men's room alone? Perhaps Stan was busy
and didn't even notice if his kid had wandered into the men's room and saw
some stuff he shouldn't have seen. Tony was thinking that maybe his kid,
working at the shoe shine stand located scant feet from dozens and dozens
of strangers opening their pants freely, could have easily been exposed to
a literally hundreds of cocks in the two hours he was there.

`And hell, those are all gamblers' cocks`, Tony thought to himself - no
ordinary men. He knew that sort might take a gamble even if it means
wagging their meat at a little kid. Being a Vegas insider for years, Tony
Marcione knew all about the variety of things that men could have on their
minds when they think that anything goes while visiting Sin City.

As he took a few nervous drags off his cigarette, images flashed before
Mr. Marcione's mind's eye. Perhaps his son had seen some big tourist cocks
at the urinals. Hell, he knew from his buddy, Dan, all about the occasional
line ups for group j/o that go on along the rows of urinals in that men's
room - where men from everywhere stand shoulder to shoulder in there
beating off together - yet, as a wink to their heterosexuality, separately.

Tony knew that all the casino hotels overlooked such stuff since its but
one of the many ways to keep male customers from leaving the casino, (the
genuine number one no-no in the gaming business). Hell, if all these
players left every time they sprung a boner or needed to bust a nut, the
casinos would go bust.

So the casinos look the other way. Heck, most casinos know that these men
will return to the tables and slots once they've found relief, so they
don't much care if their players indulge in that "moment of queer" which
affects most guys at some point or another.  Men are left to milk one
another whether at the urinals, under stall - or through the glory holes
covetously found by luckier gamblers. Tony had even heard that some of the
hotels themselves make those gloryholes. "Rather than risk having horned up
high rollers leaving for Scores too early - or even worse, another
casino!", he'd heard it joked. As long as its discreet, and keeps these
players under their casino roof, Security turns a blind eye to what men do
inside the men's rooms.

Tony Marcione knew all about all that stuff. As a pit boss, he had to know
where the big players were at all times some evenings. And in walking
around, he was often astounded by the men he'd see with wood in their
trousers as they'd sit or stand in front of slot machines. And over the
years, its been on numerous occasion, that he personally has heard players
mention the fact that they could "deal with a hand" before being "dealt
another hand at the blackjack tables". As these guys would stand up, Tony
would catch sight of a whopper of a tenter on more than a handful of
players as they'd then head directly into the nearest men's room.

So, the casinos know about the semen shot in their men's rooms. And maybe
Rudy saw one of these guys bust a nut in there. Or maybe, as the thought
came to Tony, Rudy needed to use the potty this afternoon and back where
the stalls are, some big man from Chicago or Phoenix or even some suburb of
Munich - hell, in this town, it could be a man from anywhere - had opened
his stall door and let his young son see him jerking off. Maybe some
stranger on the verge of shooting a load waved his son over hoping the kid
might like a popshot to the mouth...maybe...

...Tony shook his head but he couldn't shake off such thoughts - thoughts
he's been having with greater and greater frequency of late. He didn't know
why. He blamed it on his wife being a shrew one day. And on her getting old
the next day. And her being overly busy with their daughter's Junior Miss
activities the next day. And some days it was the job. And on other days he
blamed it on the Internet. And yet sometimes, Tony just thought he was
becoming a dirty, perverted old man as he approached forty.

He tried to think of any reason possible that might cause a father -
himself - to start getting some mighty perverse thoughts about his kid. And
not even about a daughter. Hell, Tony Marcione knew of a few guys who had
fingered an underage pussy - one guy in the Bell Department was even
fucking his own step-daughter. All the guys knew that.

But Tony never had any such thought like that about his fifteen year old
daughter. Never. Hell, the mere idea made him sick. And he knew he'd punch
- or even kill any man who'd even think of touching Nickie. He didn't even
much like her dating boys her own age.

But his own son? There, Tony Marcione found himself with a total double
standard - a reverse double standard, some would say. And a perverse one he
knew since he was getting these weird thoughts all the time about his own
kid's tiny seven-year-old butt or his son's mouth being stuffed with his
own daddy's big Italian sausage.

What dad wants a blowjob from his own son? It made no sense to Tony
Marcione. It sure wasn't the way he was raised.

Heck, he was a thirty-eight-year old man. He was married; had two kids and
a wife who was hot enough he supposed. Hell, he was a good-looking guy. He
could screw any cocktail waitress working the Strip if he wanted.

He never had any of these perv thoughts before. Even though he'd gotten
head before from dudes in restrooms, it hadn't ever occurred nearly as
often as it had increasingly been happening in just recent months.

And he wasn't even gay or a pervert. Hell, he was Italian from Long Island,
damn it. His dad had been a city worker and a part-time bookie and his
mother made the best manicotti in New York. `Hell', Tony would often say to
himself, `I even play ball on the Casino Worker's Association Men's
Softball Team!'

But he couldn't get these thoughts out of his head - thoughts of men -
complete strangers - doing stuff to his own son. As he tried hard to shake
the mental images from of his head, he knew - could feel - that his cock
was acting up inside his slacks. Damn, another fucking hard-on thinking
some nasty shit again, he thought to himself. And he knew he man such as
himself couldn't quite hide nine inches of thick uncut Italian cock. He
puffed some more on his cigarette knowing why so many guys have to resort
to blowing a load in those casino toilets.

As he turned his body away from the curb, he could feel his cell phone
vibrating and pulled it out of his well tailored suit's breast pocket.

"Ya?", he said to the voice on the other end of the line. "Yeah,
Dan. What`s up. Huh ha. That's fine. They call you? Sure, anything for
Rusty. I'll give Steve a call. Yeah, he's in town. It shouldn't be
problem. And if it is a problem for him, well, lemme put it this way - I`ll
become Steve's newer problem", Tony Marcione said with a laugh as stepped
on his cigarette.

He was about to hang up when his erection again grabbed his attention. Tony
held the phone closer to his mouth and said in a lower buddy-to-buddy tone,
"Hey, Dan, uh, listen. You, uh, know if that guy is still, you know, in
that men's room on the third floor? Yeah, the one who's been there all
day. That one. Why? I need to tell you why now? A quickie, that`s why. He
busy, do ya know? Maybe? He`s still in there though, right?
Cool. Cool. Yeah...yeah...I know, what is it? Like hour six he`s been
camped out in there? Don`t any of them know we got cameras in these places?
But hell, who cares if the queers are sane so long as they suck and drink
the balljuice. Am I right?"

The handsome Italian-American pit boss, looking down at the length of
trouser snake he was sporting along his left leg then said into the phone,
"Listen, can you cover for me - just ten minutes - just enough to deliver
him a load. I know, I know...what can I tell ya? No, Teresa ain't still on
the rag. I'm Italian, what can I tell ya...thanks buddy, godda go." And
with that, Tony Marcione flipped off his cell phone and returned it to his
pocket.

`Fucking need to do it again', Tony thought to himself as he resigned
himself to the fact that he'd be getting yet another blowjob from a toilet
queer - second one this week in that third floor men's room next to the
Empire Ballroom. Even his buddy, Dan, had told Tony that he, too, had swung
by once that week for a throat in that toilet, "Maniac cocksucker
slurping`em down to the pubes on three, buddy - real pro -check it out",
the chief of Security had told Tony over the cell phone the previous
Saturday afternoon.

But as is life in the casino hotels, the cast of characters changed all the
time. A local or employee couldn't get too attached to any particular set
of chops, cock, ass, pussy or tits as it would always be, it seemed, a
different crop of sluts manning the rooms, the bars and even the men's
rooms. One day, you'd be sending a fag back to DeKalb with your cum on his
breath, and yet, a different queer would still be tasting your seed on his
way back to Kuwait the day after that.

Heck, for all the men working at the hotels - from valet college guys to
bellmen to waiters to security to dealers and right on up to pit bosses,
cage managers, and hotel execs - the loosest slot was often that tourist
mouth that made itself available in the men's rooms.

Just a way of life. Men working casinos barely get a chance to leave the
premises until the day is done. And a casino day can be long. And so, the
major casino hotels become mini cities and as such, all have something of a
red light district - even if few customers ever catch a glimpse or a
glimmer of them.

Knowing what he wanted - needed - to do next, Tony Marcione went back
inside Hadrian's Palace, hoping not to encounter anyone since he wasn't
certain how well he'd be able to hide his tenter behind just his suit
jacket as he swiftly walked down the length of the drab corridor.

Re-entering the casino itself was always like bursting into a party. The
noise and activity would make any person instantly forget where it just was
he had been. And despite nine years at Hadrian's Palace, it wasn't any
different for Tony. He had casino action in his blood. Heck, if perverted
sexual thoughts didn't give the man a boner, just the scent of gaming
action and money could do the trick some days.

"Hey Tony", a player said as the pit boss quickly passed a table.

"Hey, Blake...how`s the wife and kids doin`?", Tony asked with a flash of
that winning grin. He couldn't give a shit how the guy was, of course, or
his wife and kids. But still, he knew it was good business to know
everybody's name -especially those schmucks like this guy who lost the
price of a new car at the tables on each trip to Vegas.

Not wanting to get sidetracked into some other situation, Tony double-timed
his step until he had crossed the casino floor and found escape on an
escalator going up to the mezzanine level.

As he rode up it, he scanned the throngs of guests on the gaming floor
below. And his mind drifted off again to those thoughts. Tony looked over
the thousands of gamblers and wondered if any man in the joint - a man
within the sea of strangers spread out below - might just have wagged his
dick at his son in the men's room earlier on. He figured it possible that
any one of these men - now lost in a never-ending swirl of gamblers - could
be someone whose cock his little boy might have seen - even
touched. Perhaps a man standing at those slots or sitting at that table had
molested his own son earlier that day. As he thought such things, Tony felt
his cock snake hard along his leg.

Tony was torn as to whether or not it was even a good idea to have had his
kid - hell, just a baby really - exposed to such a place as that men's
room. He shook his head as it finally dawned on him that it was a pretty
risky thing to have done - sticking his kid in the middle of where every
potential pervert might unzip his pants right in front of some little
boy. He shook his head and yet found himself smiling to himself -which
puzzled him. Why did he keep getting these thoughts - and finding them to
have this effect on him.

The pit boss decided to just head to the men's room next to the Emperor's
Ballroom and blast his wad down the cocksucker set up in there. That
usually did the trick to squash these thoughts - at least for a little
while. Yeah, Tony Marcione thought, `Just use some hungry queer and feed
him my meat. Get these other weird ideas out of my mind."

Tony walked swiftly along the mezzanine level, nodding to some workers who
said hello as he passed. He was relieved when he finally got to the
elevator that would take him to the third floor and just outside the
Emperor's Ballroom. Being that it was a Tuesday and after five, Tony knew
it would be relatively quiet up there - at least for a couple of
hours. That hour of he day on a weekday was usually pretty dead for the
ballroom area.

He rode up the elevator alone and glanced down at the way his erection was
actually poking and tenting out along his left thigh - like he had shoved a
dildo down into his slacks. He was at once embarrassed and smugly proud. He
knew the dick sucking queers always went nuts on his big uncut Italian
cock. Hell, those times he's been to the strip clubs, even his buddies
could see what the chicks were all cooing over as they took turns sitting
on his lap which was little more than a huge trouser tent on such
occasions.

The elevator opened and Tony made a beeline toward the small hallway where
this smaller and quieter tearoom was located. Unlike the huge casino men's
room, this one was actually better sometimes for an actual blowjob. And the
only men who knew about it seemed to be business types looking for discreet
head and the heavy-duty cocksuckers, of course. Heck, Tony's even heard
through Dan that when there's a function in the ballroom, this men's room
is blowjob central for conventions. "'Heard a cocksucker was holed up in
there throughout a wedding reception", Dan once told him. "He was probably
looking for sperm from the groom before the poor guy could even give some
to his bride, I'm thinking."

As Tony passed a sign indicating that week's events scheduled for the
ballroom, he spotted a younger man approaching from the hallway where the
restrooms were. The guy appeared to be a clean cut enough sort - perhaps
even military. `He had to have been in there getting a suck job`, Tony
immediately figured. `That's the only reason you see a man up in that john
at such dead times`.

The guy didn't look directly at Tony either - another indication to the pit
boss that the dude had probably just fed his nut milk to the cocksucker on
duty inside that toilet.

Being accustomed to greet guys, just a reflex after a while, as he passed
by the guy, Tony said, "How's it going this evening?"  That made the guy
looked up, and perhaps sensing that that Tony worked for the casino or
maybe having just gotten head in a public men`s room, the guy muttered,
"Uh, hi...good. Thanks", before quickly walking directly to the elevators.

`Yeah`, Tony thought to himself, `This guy had definitely bust a nut in the
stall queer's throat. He's way too uptight for some dude who'd merely taken
a whiz in there`.

Although he wanted to get himself a blowjob and get back to work, seeing
another guy who'd probably just bust a nut in the same mouth he was
planning on using in another few seconds, set Tony to become more excited
than ever.

And that was something new, too. `Hell`, he'd say to himself, `Why do I get
so hot knowing I'll be getting sloppy seconds...maybe sloppy
tenths...inside the throat of a queer shithouse cocksucker?' But ever since
that time two years earlier when he and his buddy Dan just happened upon a
different toilet cocksucker - and at the same time - after lunch - and he
seen Dan's big Scandinavian dick pulse as it fed the queer his cum, and
then the queer immediately wrapped his mouth around his own big uncut
Italian meat, well, it seems Tony's been fixated on screwing these queer
cum dumps.

He may not have known why but he was. So much so that his strength of his
erection felt as though it might shred the material of his silk slacks
before getting into the restroom.

`It ain't the guy getting serviced who's the queer', he'd say to himself as
did the other guys who'd sometimes mention getting head here and there from
other dudes. "Its just that nobody polishes off cock and goes for the cum
like them queers. You gotta give `em that", the guys would say - and Tony
would say to himself.

Then. just as the pit boss was about to push at it, the door to the men's
room opened from the other side. Standing there was another guy, a man of
about sixty wearing a white shirt and dress slacks.

"Oh, excuse me", the man said, he realizing that he could have caused Tony
to stumble forward when he pulled the door open and away from the pit
boss. "They need a traffic light at these doors", the man laughed as he
held open the door fully and allowed Tony to enter before he exited.

"Yeah,", Tony replied. "At least on the door to this one, I suppose."

And as he entered, he caught a glimpse of the other man's hand where it
held the door open. `Shit, another guy with a wedding ring', Tony thought
to himself. `Just how many of us married guys do these queers drink cum out
of in these toilets?' For Tony was sure that this man, too, must have just
bust a nut in the place - if the all-day cocksucker was still holed up in
here. And according to Dan, in touch all the time through Security cams, he
was.

`Hell, two loads sucked down by this queer', Tony said to himself. `These
two musta shot back to back in his mouth.'

The other man exited as he looked up and down Tony's physique once
again. But he left and the door slowly closed on its own.

Tony went around the corner and to over to the urinals. All was
quiet. Super quiet. Then he heard a low cough and a clunk of a belt buckle
on the floor causing him to smirk. `Fucking queer is hungry for more', the
pit boss said to himself since he knew a cocksucker's signal when he heard
it.

And the pit boss knew that despite the image of Vegas, that when the time
actually came to unload a nut, most guys wound up pumping seed into one of
these queers. Sure, the cocktail waitresses and even the strippers were hot
as hell. And a few are sluts for a high price. But most of them are all
just tits and tease. They don't come through when the dudes actually want
to cum. The chicks are in business to get the men all hot and horny for
tips. But, that's what the gals are there for - money, not sex. And they
make so much money just teasing men into full throbbing erection, well, as
the girls have told him, "Why would a girl want these strangers in our
pussy when they`ve already paid our rent?" They don't have to put out and
the chicks working Vegas all know that.

So that leave the guys on their own, if you will - when it comes to
spritzing off a nutload, that is. Hell, Tony's seen it every day for years
- the way the tourists - good looking guys many of them - get hard ons in
their shorts chatting with the bombshell chicks to then just be left high
and dry by them.

He's even seen, on the handful of occasions when even he himself has broken
down and stopped into one of the big porn places off the Strip, the way the
arcade area in those places can be packed some nights. And packed just with
dudes walking around with tenters in their shorts or jeans. Yeah, some
nights, when its real late after work - like two in the morning when he
knows that Teresa and the kids are sound asleep if he went straight home
anyway, Tony's one of those countless married guys whose been known to
swing by one of those places to scout out some porn.

And going into the theater at those joints, he's seen the way other guys -
totally straight guys - line up in the back. Its as if they all know the
drill. You go into those places and its as if by going in, a guy discovers
where all the erections and cumloads really go while in Las Vegas -
oftentimes right into the queer blowing anyone who comes in for a quick
unload and stands in the back.

Hell, Tony's been in that line along the back walls a handful of times,
adding seed to whatever guy is that night's cum dump. He ain't necessarily
proud of the fact that he was just one more big dick needing a suck. But,
hell, it's always hotter than any straight guy will admit, he
supposes. Heck, he, like a lot of dudes, keeps going back on those nights
when he couldn't think straight without blowing a wad down into a sucking
throat.

It never fails to make Tony Marcione smirk a bit to think of all the nut
bust that happen just that way in Vegas - and thousands of them right in
the shadow of all those phony come-on billboards and taxi signs for the big
stripper clubs.

As a man into money, Tony often thought to himself that if he weren't into
casino action, he knew that he'd want a piece of the pie that XXXs
make. Those are the joints that come in second only to casino action
money-wise - what with the way guys feed porn booth both monitors and a
cocksucker just as quick and just as often as the blue haired ladies feed
the slots at Harrah's.

In that men's room located near the Emperor's Ballroom, Tony didn't even
unzip as he feigned use of one of the four urinals. He stood there allowing
his erect cock to throb and throb some more within his trousers. As he
stood there, he again heard whoever it was in the stall nearest to the
urinals, cough the phony cough of a man looking to play.

And at the same moment, Tony could feel his cell phone vibrate
again. `Fuck', he said to himself. But he pulled the phone out of his suit
jacket and looked at the caller I.D. anyway. It was his wife Teresa. Tony
smirked to himself as he wondered how many men standing around getting a
quickie from a queer might also receive just such a call.

He struggled with himself as to whether or not to answer. Hell, this call
was happening on his two minutes. A man needs a little time to himself and
he was tempted to let his wife's call go into voice messaging. But he
flipped open his phone anyway. After all, despite the fact he was sometimes
busting a nut in a stranger's mouth, he was still a devoted husband and
father.

"Yeah, what is it?", Tony Marcione said into the phone, being careful not
to use his wife's name as he normally would have.

"Yeah? What's up monkey?", the man said in a low tone as he heard it wasn't
his wife's voice, but rather, his son, Rudy's on the other end of the call.

"You did a real good job, today", Tony said as he, again purposefully and
carefully avoided using any names. "The guys all thought you did a terrific
job".

Then as he listened to his seven-year-old prattle on about how he made
mommy call and how they just got home and how he was going to now do his
homework...

...Tony's erection throbbed harder. `Fuck', he thought to himself. And for
good reason, too. Those same weird thoughts returned as he realized that
this was the first time he'd ever spoken to his kid while he had a massive
erection in his trousers. And the first time he'd heard his kid's voice
while he was cruising a tearoom looking for some quick chops. The phone
call almost made it seem, to the man, that his kid was right beside him -
and for some perverted reason that gave him an idea.

Even when he heard his wife's voice in the background, telling Rudy to say
bye-bye, Tony purposefully stalled as he asked his little guy, "What all
are you going to be eating for dinner?"

And while he could hear his young son turn his mouth away from the receiver
as he then asked, "Mommy, what are we going to eat? ...Cuz daddy wants to
know", Tony Marcione quietly stepped away from the urinals and slowly paced
over to the stall where he knew there was a cocksucker on duty.

"Chicken...", Rudy said into the receiver.

"Chicken, eh?', his daddy replied.

"Chicken...catch a...", Rudy began to say. But then his father could hear
that his son turned away again as he asked, "What's it called, mommy?"

And far off in the background, Tony could hear his wife say,
"Cacciatore. Chicken cacciatore and kloski noodles."

"Chicken cacciatore and some kinda noodles", Rudy repeated into the phone.

As Tony slowly stepped in front of the nearest stall, he peeped in and sure
enough some queer was sitting there, beating off as his eyes were trained
to where his peeper's bulge was.

As to keep his son on the line, Tony said into the phone, "That sounds
good."

"Daddy said that sounds good, mommy", Rudy said. He then asked, "Are you
working daddy?'

"Yeah", his father lied. "I am...but that's okay." Tony rubbed the length
of his trouser snake for the cocksucker to plainly see. Hell, why not let
the guy see the whopper he'd be getting - probably the biggest of the
queer's toilet cocksucking day.

And Tony's heartbeat picked up when the man on the toilet leaned forward
and unlocked his stall door. At that same exact second, Tony's son said,
"There were a lot of people at your work...but I mostly saw just the
men..."

"Yeah? Ya did, huh?", his father replied as he allowed the toilet
cocksucker to lewdly reach out and beging groping and squeezing his thick,
heavy bulge. "Mostly men, huh?"

"Yeah", his young son replied. "But that's because its mostly just men who
get a shoe shine. That's what mommy said."

"Well, she'd be right", Tony said as he stepped forward and into the
cocksucker's stall.

This guy in front of him looked like any guy one might see anywhere. He
could have been one of Tony's own neighbors for all he knew. But Tony knew
through Dan that this guy had been blowing anyone coming into this john
since eleven that morning. `How does a queer do such a thing?', Tony asked
himself as he watched the man ravenously go at opening his belt buckle and
zipper. `Damn, its like these queers can't get enough...letting strange
dudes wash cum onto their tonsils all day.'

"Daddy?", Rudy's voice asked. "Are you okay?"

Tony took a breath and replied. "Yeah, yeah. Fine. Why?"

"I thought you hung up", the small boy said.

"No, no", Tony replied. "I wouldn't do that. What else are you going to
eat?", he asked, not knowing what else to ask without revealing too much to
the cocksucker who was now gnawing at his erection right through his boxer
shorts.

"I dunno", Rudy answered and again he asked his mother, "Mommy, what else
besides chicken...because Daddy asked."

Tony could hear his wife's voice but then heard Rudy say, "Mommy said,
she'll save you some so don't worry...mommy wants to know if you're
hungry."

At that, Tony laughed, his wife asking if he was hungry. Hell, if she
wanted to see a hungry man, she should see the queer going wild on her
husband's big Italian sausage.

And as the man suckled on his thick erection, slobbering a well-used tongue
all around his foreskin, slurping up some precum, Tony's knees nearly
buckled. He really needed these chops - even if he hadn't a clue whose they
were. Heck, it doesn't even matter to a man when his dick needs a
siphoning.

Tony's cock pulsated and bobbed up and down a few times - even inside the
guy's throat. This cocksucker knew his way around big dick.

But as Tony enjoyed himself, his mind drifted to those weird thoughts once
more and he couldn't help but imagine that those lips now wrapped around
the big girth of his dick were those of his own son.

Holding the receiver with one hand and placing his other on the top of his
cocksucker's head, Tony asked his son, for some reason, "You gunna be
eating sausage with that?

"I dunno", his son answered.

"Tell me if you like sausage, monkey. You like thick Italian sausage?",
Tony pressed, before his kid could get a chance to ask Teresa another
question.

"Yeah", Rudy answered.

"Yeah what?, his father pushed. "What do you like?"

"Huh?", his son asked, not understanding.

"Tell me if you like big Italian sausage," Tony asked again as he shoved
his nine inches easily into the pro cocksucker's heavily-trafficked
throat. Then he didn't care as he said, "Tell daddy that you like big,
thick Italian sausage..."

"Sure, I like it... Italian sausage...a lot, daddy", Rudy answered simply
and naively.

It was enough for Tony - just to hear his son use the words while he was in
the middle of receiving head in a public men's room stall.

But the cocksucker, having heard Tony, pulled his hungry lips off the man's
thick, uncut erection. He let the cock hit his chin and cheek as he looked
up and asked with a nasty smile, "You talking to your son?", as though he
had never encountered that before.

Tony covered the mouthpiece since he feared that Rudy heard the man's
voice.

"Daddy?", Rudy again asked. "Should we hang up? Mommy said you're working
and we should hang up."

"No, no", Tony replied although he didn't know why since this call was
becoming increasingly risky. "Keep talking to daddy."

"That's your son?", the cocksucker nearly mouthed, in a barely audible tone
as he continued to stroke, with both hands, the man's huge erection and
hairy nuts

Tony, feeling both perversely aroused and slightly embarrassed to be
admitting to such, merely nodded. And the guy on the toilet responded by
sucking on Tony's corona where both men saw leaking a copious stream of
precum. The cocksucker then pulled his mouth away, letting both of them see
the long string of nuthoney that connected one man to the other. He then
mouthed to Tony, "Yum, daddy's cock is oozing seed..."

At that, Tony's cock jumped up and down some more as he was also listening
to Rudy tell him about how nice Stan had been.

As the cocksucker slobbered his throat down the full length of his cock
again, and hearing the name mentioned, Tony asked, "So Stan was real nice
to you. That's good son."

"Oh he was real nice", Rudy said. "And even though I know that mommy isn't
suppose to know, he gave me a real good tip. Didn't he, daddy?"

"He sure did", Tony answered as he enjoyed the blowjob this throat slut was
giving to him. He then asked what he knew would catch the queer's attention
again, "And he fed you a milkshake, too, didn't he son?" Tony knew it was
just a soda shoppe milkshake they were talking about but he still wondered
how his son - and the cocksucker - might respond.

His son just giggled on the other end of the phone, which Tony thought was
a bit odd. Why would his kid find that question to be funny?

But it was the cocksucker who stopped when he heard that. He again pulled
Tony's cock out of his throat as he started laughing a bit while he
muttered, "Your kid's eating someone's milkshake?", which caused the pit
boss to again cover the receiver with his palm.

As he gently cupped and stroked both of Tony's massive and low hanging
nuts, the man then whispered to Tony, "I bet these hold a super size
milkshake, don't they daddio?"

`Yeah, they were about to squirt their own sort of milkshake`, Tony said to
himself as he tried to steady himself and not make it obvious to his son on
the other end of the line the fact that his daddy was being sucked by some
stranger in a toilet stall.

But that didn't mean the queer sucking him was going to make it
easy. Before licking the length of Rudy's dad's nine inch uncut dick some
more, this cocksucker actually said, and rather loudly, "Look at the big
fucking dick on daddy."

"Who was that daddy?", Tony heard his son ask.

"What son?", Tony replied.

"Didn't somebody say something? Do you have to go back to work", the child
asked his father.

Tony tried to regulate his breathing and to steady himself as his erection
again went down into the depths of this hungry cocksucker's throat.

But he managed to say to his son, "No, no son. Daddy's here. No one's
talking...". Yet, Tony couldn't get his cocksucker to quiet his slurping
and sucking noises as he apparently grew louder the more voracious he
became for the huge married Italian screwing away at his mouth.

Then - and Tony didn't even know what possessed him - he found himself
lowering his hand, the one holding the cell phone. His arm lowered until
the receiver was nearly level with the queer mouth slobbering on his thick
boner.

`God', Tony thought to himself, `What am I doing? Letting my kid hear some
man sucking on his daddy's cock...'

When he looked up, the pit boss' penis still between his lips, the
cocksucker noticed the phone and purposefully made several loud, obscene
noises as he suckled and slurped away at Tony's dick.

Tony held the phone along side his lengthy shaft which was shiny wet as the
cocksucker's tongue licked it. "Yhhhmmmmm", the cocksucker muttered as he
licked the cock of a man he now knew to be a daddy - making noises for the
man's kid to hear.

And both men could hear Rudy's voice on the other end as he asked, "Daddy?
Daddy? Are you there? What is that, daddy?"

Yet both men let the boy continue to hear the sounds of his father getting
a quick blowjob from a strange dude blowing any dick in a shithouse.

"Daddy...?", the boy continued to ask as though, between questions, he were
trying to figure out what it was he was hearing. "Daddy...are you eating
something?"

The cocksucker made a really obscene sucking noise when he heard that
question and as he stroked Tony's huge nuts one last time, he got the man
ejaculating like a pent up bull - straight down inside his throat.

Tony couldn't even help himself as he let out a groan. He'd needed to cum
bad. He tried to stifle it but just couldn't - his orgasm being so
intense. Throughout his climax, he kept hearing the sucking sounds of his
cocksucker and the distant voice of his own seven-year-old son.

And he knew he was hooked - that mix of a cocksucker on his boner and his
own son's voice was something that sent Tony Marcione over the edge and
over the top. Even he knew that - as he was doing it - that he'd crossed
some line even within his own mind. He'd suddenly actually made one of his
weird persistent thoughts a reality by making it happen in a sense that his
son was virtually present throughout a blowjob given to him in that stall.

Hearing Rudy's voice again ask, "Daddy?" but then turning from the phone to
say, "I don't know mommy...I hear stuff but I don't know if daddy's
there...", Tony quickly returned the phone to his ear and in a breathless
voice said, "Son, monkey...I'm here. Daddy's right here..."

And Rudy told his mommy that daddy was back before saying, "Oh, good
daddy. I didn't know where you went."

"Could you hear anything?", the man risked asking his young son.

"It was like all these noises like a bear eating something in the woods or
something!", Rudy replied.

As his son spoke, he watched his cocksucker, his mouth open, as he showed
Tony all the thick copious jizz he'd pumped out into it. The man closed his
lips and swallowed. After three good swallows, the man opened his mouth
again to show Tony that all his Italian family man seed had been swallowed.

The cocksucker then rather loudly said, "Tell him that his daddy's got a
big load of sweet juice in those huge nuts..."

With that, Tony covered the receiver with his palm as he stepped slight
back from the queer who continued to play with his cock while he stood in
front of him.

"Big horse meat", the man then made sure to say the very second that he
noticed Tony take his palm off the receiver.

"Did someone say something about horses, daddy?", Rudy asked.

"Not horses son", Mr. Marcione said to his kid as he looked at his penis
being stroked and admired by the queer sitting on the toilet. "Not those
kind..."

Then as if his ejaculating had awakened him from some crazy place and his
perved self, Tony quickly said into the cell phone, "Listen Monkey, its
getting busy here at work...you do your homework. The guys all loved you
today. Be a good boy and I'll see you if I don't get in too late tonight."

And before the child could say goodbye, his father flipped his phone off
and stuck it back into his breast pocket.

"Wow, that your kid, man?", the cocksucker asked more openly.

"Uh, yeah", Tony replied, figuring it would be silly to lie to him now.

"Man, that's fucking too hot", the guy said as he hefted Tony's scrotum in
the cup of his hand. "You are fucking hung..."

"Yeah, thanks", Tony mumbled as he turned and began to stuff his cock back
into his suit fly.

"How old is he?", the guy asked as he returned to masturbating himself,
seemingly in no hurry to see Tony leave the stall - nor any plan to leave
it himself.

"Who?", Tony asked, already knowing the answer.

"Your son...how old is he?", the cocksucker asked. "He can't be all that
old...what are you? Thirty-five? Forty tops?"

"Close enough", Tony said as he started to zip up his slacks.

"So what is he?", the cocksucker persisted. "Twelve or Thirteen? Is he
hung, too? Bet he is."

"He's seven", Tony replied figuring what difference did it make at this
point. The guy would never meet Rudy,

"Seven? Yeaahhhhh", the cocksucker replied. "Maaaan, yeah...letting your
son listen in...too fucking hot. Your kid heard me sucking on his own dad's
dick."

"Yeah", Tony replied, none too proud of his foray into all out perversion.

"And what a fucking dick", the man said as he squeezed some more at Tony's
bulge through his slacks. "You are fucking hung. I bet you're Italian. Am I
right?"

Tony just nodded as he grinned slightly. He was damn proud of his looks,
his physique and especially his cock. Heck, any straight guy with meat
loves a compliment - and maybe, no matter how secret it has to remain,
especially from the gay cumpigs who seen a lot of them.

"Yeah, I knew it", the cocksucker said as he rubbed the front of Tony's
trousers. "That handsome Roman face...and this horse cock."

While Tony took a moment to re-tuck his shirt a bit, he finally took a
better look at his cocksucker who sat in front of him. He appeared to be
just a regular guy that you'd see playing roulette with his buddies or with
his wife walking the Strip.

"You do your kid?", the cocksucker ventured to ask.

"No", Tony replied, figuring he couldn't flex too much attitude about the
question after what he'd just done. "I don't know why I did that - I never
done that before."

"But it was hot. Right?", the man replied. "Don't worry any, man. I doubt
at seven he even knew what he was listening to - but it sure made his
daddy's cock shoot tons of warm cum. Man, you shot a load."

Again, Tony was proud like any straight, macho peacock. Any trace of
embarrassment was simply that he was having this conversation in a men's
room stall with a queer.

"Yeah, it was good", Tony replied. It was his way of saying thanks.

"It was real good", the man replied. "You shot a bigger load in my mouth
that some college dude did early this afternoon."

"Well, glad you enjoyed that", Tony said. And as he stood there buckling up
his belt, Tony finally took notice of the tee shirt that the cocksucker was
wearing. It spelled out the word: "BLOWBUDDIES" .

Even though he knew a lot, even Tony had to ask the queer what exactly were
"BLOWBUDDIES".

"You know what a blow buddy is?", the man asked.

"Yeah. I got a sense of what one could be", Tony answered. "I mean, look
where I'm standing, right?"

The guy laughed as he traced the length of Tony's penis through his
trousers. "Sure. Any man with a cock like yours gotta know what a blow
buddy is...anyway this one is a cock sucker's paradise back where I live in
San Francisco", the guy answered. "it's a club where guys go to just suck
cock or get their cock sucked."

Tony then asked with a slight chuckle, "How the fuck do you wear that while
walking through the hotel?"

"Its good advertising, don't you think?", the guy said as he stretched out
his shirt so he could see the letters, too. "I've actually had guys follow
me to men's rooms, my car, motel rooms, bushes whenever I wear it", the guy
said with a laugh.

"You been walking around the Casino here like that?", Tony asked
incredulously. Hell, this pit boss had seen everything under the sun
slapped onto a tourist's back - but this tee shirt topped any of them.

But the queer replied casually, "Women don't know fuck. Their men know but
don't say anything. And kids think it's a brand of bubblegum, I guess. And
when none of that works, I just throw that on", he said as he pointed to a
denim shirt lying on the flusher behind him.

Tony couldn't get over this one - he'd met some cock suckers before but
this one seemed real hungry for big cock.

"You staying in here to get some more, I imagine?", Tony asked as he double
checked his zipper and straightened his tie. "I mean, you like all these -
us - dudes just shooting our seed into your mouth all day?"

"Been doing it since I was two or three", the guy replied as he slowly
masturbated while he reached out offering to suck Tony again.

But Tony stepped back, he didn't like toilet queers touching him too much
after he'd unloaded in them.

It wasn't that he minded or cared much if they were faggots or
nothing. Hell, he knew if they weren't cum hungry fags, guys such as
himself wouldn't have nothing to shoot some seed into in under five minutes
time. But he didn't like them to keep grabbing at his meat after he`d fed
them. Hell, he was straight.

Besides, the suit cost twenty-eight hundred bucks down at Donatelli's
located in the hotel shops.

"Doing what since you were two or three?", Tony asked with some hopeful
anticipation.

"Having men shoot loads in my mouth. Swallowing cum", the man answered
matter-of-factly.

"Two or three?", Tony Marcione replied incredulously. "Who was doing that
with you?"

"A step dad mostly", the man said with a smile as he was brought back to a
happy place. "My mother` boyfriends...a few of them. But mostly a step
dad."

"And that was okay with you?", Tony asked as he could feel his penis begin
to thicken again.

"Loved it, man", the guy said.

"You loved it?", Tony asked. "At two or three? You didn't mind your step
dad shooting his loads into your mouth? You loved it?"

"What can I say?", the man answered. "Some kid are just born for it. A
taste for cock and cum comes naturally to some. Why wouldn't a cocksucker
and cumpig love cock and cum all his life? To me, it just makes sense,
don't it?"

"I guess", Tony replied, trying to hide his thrill. "But you say you
enjoyed it..."

"LOVED IT", the man said as he tried to grope Tony again.

Feeling that the man somehow deserved it, perhaps because in some odd way
Tony felt that this guy had shared a very private and perverted moment with
he and his son, Rudy. Or maybe because he felt at one with this
cocksucker's step dad or mother's old boyfriends way back when...but
whatever it was, he let the cocksucker get another good hold and squeeze of
his dick - right through his expensive suit trousers.

"I gotta go", Tony then said as was rather forced to push the cocksucker's
hand away from the tab of his fly when he tried to unzip them again.

He then slipped out of the stall and just in the nick of time, too. As Tony
went over to the sinks to wash his hands, a young, balding blondish dude
wearing a Hawaiian style short sleeved shirt entered. As the dude glanced
around nervously, even Tony could see, looking at the guy through the
mirrors, that this dude had what looked to a chub in his jeans.

While Tony was drying his hands, he saw that the man went into the stall
right next to the cocksucker's stall.

And he knew who'd be the cocksucker's next blow buddy.



TO BE CONTINUED...
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