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title: 'The Family Business'
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### The Family Business

Date: Tue, 20 Apr 1999 00:29:16 PDT
From: Jack Doegh <cum2gloryhole@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Family Business Part7

The Family Business

By Jack Doegh      cum2gloryhole@hotmail.com

Part VII:  Money To Be Made

I stood at the counter in dad's office with the back of my underpants full
of the workman's cum.  I was afraid to turn around but I also knew dad had
to see the enormous wet spot it left on the cotton. As I wondered if I
should completely pull down my underpants to clean myself or wait until dad
left the room, I heard dad still talking to Charlie about business.

"I know, Charlie, that title made 'em a fortune...we made a mini-fortune
selling it, too...", dad said as he switched hands holding the receiver.
"I'm tellin' ya, gang-bang videos are where it's at... mark my
words...yeah, I know...", dad shared a chuckle with his supplier on the
other end of the phone, "...they're especially popular with MY customers
here..."

I reached for the paper towels and wiped some of the semen from my
cotton-covered backside.  I could still feel some very watery cum seaping
out of my newly-widened thirteen year old butthole.  The fluorescent
lighting mixed with my humiliation made me suddenly quite nauseous.  I
shifted my weight back and forth trying to fight the queasy feeling.

"CLEAN UP", dad firmly stated as he held the mouthpiece of the phone.  I
turned slightly to see dad sitting at his desk glaring at me.  Then he
looked into his pile of papers and read off some numbers to Charlie.

I took a deep breath and pulled my underpants down a few inches.  Although
dad had caught me doing the most obscene things possible, I was almost more
horrified to be pulling down my pants in front of him.  It seemed almost
silly since I had pulled them down for many other men even older than dad.
But I was intensely aware he was my dad, my father...and I nearly started
crying as I revealed my boy ass to him.

Some semen dripped along my inner thigh and I felt it roll past the back of
my knee.  Maybe dad was right: I had best clean up after letting men cum up
inside my ass.  They must fill it up with sperm and obviously women were
built to somehow absorb it all.

I tugged my underpants down past my smooth, small butt knowing dad could
see it plainly.  My face flushed red as I tore off a sheet of paper towel
and reached back to daub the dripping jizz.  Again, a dull pain shot
through my rectum reminding me of the huge adult cock that had fucked
itself up into me.  Had I been crazy to let a man with a cock that big fuck
it up my little butt?  I shook my head in disbelief as I slowly continued
to wipe the liquid from my legs.

I snuck a look over at dad, afraid he'd see me look at him as I cleaned up
from the worse thing I could have done with a man.  Dad seemed engrossed in
his papers and wasn't even looking in my direction.  So I pulled my white
underpants lower until they, like my uniform pants, were down around my
knees.  I bent forward a bit to wipe my hairless ass soaking the paper
towel in the semen it absorbed.

Bending deeper, I spread my asscheeks to get more of the workman's
sperm-deposit. I faced the wall, hoping to become part of it, as I took yet
another paper towel and bent completely foward to wipe some cum I spotted
on my shoe.  This left my butt fully exposed and open.

I wiped the semen on my shoe. Suddenly dad hung up the phone saying,
"Something's come up here, Charlie...I'll have to call you a bit later..."

"I just can't believe this...this is just a nightmare...are you cleaning it
all??", he asked.

I just nodded fighting back tears.

Dad seemed to sense my utter humiliation and rose from his cluttered desk.
"Just look at yourself", he said as he approached the counter where I stood
feebily wiping myself up.

"Just how many men did you let do this to you tonight?", he sternly asked
as he tore off a paper towel.

"One", I muttered.

"ONE??", dad stated with astonishment. "All this mess...this cum ...is from
ONE man?  You expect me to believe that??" Dad was irate with frustration
and horror.

"One man in my butt...", I clarified.

"That big man I saw...", dad said.

I nodded.

"But where's all this other...mess...from??", he asked pointing to my
cum-soaked shirt and bookbag."Were you ....were you performing for OTHER
men in that booth?" Dad sounded as if he didn't really want to hear the
answer to that one.

Again, I just managed a nod.


"SHIT!  I just can't believe this...how...how many others...?", dad weakly
asked.

"I dunno...", I answered, my humilation complete.

"YOU DON'T KNOW??  Can't you COUNT??", dad asked.

"I...I...lost count...I'm sorry dad...I'm....", I started tearing.

"LOST COUNT??", dad nearly shrieked. "LOST COUNT?  What does that mean?
How many men did you service in there??", dad demanded to know.

"I'm ...I'm not sure...", I cried, "Maybe...ten...I don't..."

"TEN??", dad yelled.  "You sucked TEN goddamn cocks in there???  What the
fuck sort of a ...SLUT am I raising???", he yelled.

"I'm sorry...", I sobbed.

"YOU ARE FUCKING 13 YEARS OLD!", he yelled.  "13...you're a KID...what are
you telling me???", dad was ranting and ripping off sheets of paper towel
throwing them at me. "Clean your slut ass and pull up your pants!", he
shouted.  His eyes flamed red and I knew I had never seen dad so mad in all
my life.

"My son, my KID, a fucking cock whore...", he muttered as he returned to
his desk.  I was trembling with fear and felt on the verge of vomiting.
"These fucking guys come in here and make my kid into their cock whore for
25 cents a pop...MAKES ME SICK!"

"I want to go live with mom...", I muttered.  I was lost and desperate.  My
"new life" with dad was abruptly over and I feared there'd be no continuing
to live with dad at his apartment.  I didn't even want him to see me now.

"Right", dad huffed. "Send you off to London to blow all the men there,
too...I'm DISGUSTED with this..."

"I want to leave...please send me to mom's..." I begged still looking more
at the floor than at dad.

Dad stood again and slammed his fist on the desk.  I was so startled I
looked up and our eyes caught each other. "I'm telling you this ONCE...you
are NOT going to escape this...you have made a mess and you are going to
have to live in it...", dad yelled. "And if you think I'd put you on a
plane...let your mother have some victory...you are DEAD wrong, kiddo...you
are HERE and you better get used to it!"  Dad stormed around to the front
of his desk and grabbed me by the back of my neck.  He leaned into me and
whispered, "And if you think I'd EVER let your mother or her fuck-wad
lawyers EVER get wind of what you just did here tonight...YOU ARE WRONG!
This is NOT going to get me arrested or jeapordize my business. GET IT??"

I nodded.

"I'm not sure you do, " dad continued and gripped my neck even tighter.  "I
make MONEY here...LOTS of money and you nor any other cock whore in this
place is EVER going to ruin that for me...NOW YOU GET IT, boy??"  Dad was
spitting in my face and the veins in his neck were red and straining.  "I
get ALL the cock whores in this city coming in here....and ALL the fucking
horny cock...NONE of 'em will bring me ANYTHING but MONEY...GET IT NOW????"
Dad acted as if he were possessed within his anger.

"NOD your fucking head, you dirty cocksucker, if you understand....", he
yelled.

I started crying.  My own dad was calling me a cocksucker.  I was no longer
simply myself to him -- I was a dirty cocksucker.

"Save the tears...maybe they'll wash away some of the cum dried to your
face!", he spat as he snapped my head out of his grasp.  "Buckle up your
trousers and sit in that goddamn chair...", he said pointing to a vinyl
desk chair in the corner.

I tried to stop my flow of tears and sat in the chair as commanded.  I felt
I'd somehow lost my identity in the two minutes that had passed.

"Max, want to come in here...", dad spoke into the intercom on his desk.
"I got things to do up front... I can't spend the night here watching over
you...I don't even want to look at you right now..."  Dad gathered some
papers and unlocked his office door.

Max stood at the doorway as dad opened it. "I gotta make some calls up
front, Max", dad said. "Make sure sonny here doesn't fucking get down
stairs again..."

Max nodded and said a quiet, "Sure, boss, don't worry 'bout nothing."

Dad exited the office and Max locked the door again.  He stood there and
took a deep breath. "So...I guess he wasn't too easy on ya...it looks...",
he said.

"Nope", I muttered wiping my runny nose with the back of my hand.

"Don't do that...", Max said watching me.  He went to the counter and
grabbed a paper towel. "Here, use this...", he said handing me the sheet.
Then he looked down in the waste basket.  "What's all THIS?", he asked
knowingly.

He pulled a sheet of soaked paper toweling from the waste basket.  "This
what I think it is?", he whispered.

I nodded and wiped my nose.

"Jeez...all this...", he smiled as he rummaged throught the trash.

"Yes", I said. "Dad had me clean myself..."

"You had someone shoot all this in you??", Max asked.

I nodded, unafraid, now stripped of all my privacy and dignity.

"Hey, kid," Max whispered sensing my embarassment."You don't gotta feel
bad...it's MAX here...you know I think it's great what you did..."  The man
put a cum-filled towel to his nose and sniffed it.

"Oh, man, that smells sweet...", he cooed.  "Nice load in this one..."

I looked up to watch Max sniffing the workman's cumload.  He was really
into semen and watching this older man holding a wad of the stuff up to his
nose made me spring a boner.

"Wonder how he tastes...", Max said as he started sucking on the wet
paper. "UMMM, ohhh...who was this, kid??", he whispered.  I could see his
lips were now wet with semen.

"A man in some cover-alls...he fucked me...", I offered.

"Ohhh...this cream was in your sweet ass??", Max muttered, chomping on the
paper.  His eyes rolled back and he grinned as he sucked the paper.

"Bet he's on the road crew", Max said. "There's a bunch of them down the
block putting in a new turn lane...oh, sweet fuckin' construction cum..."
Max was in some state of ecstasy.

"You like that?", I meekly asked knowing he'd eaten the anonymous cum from
my hair earlier.

"Oh, yes...", he replied. "You get a taste of this fella?  Man, he has a
tasty load...here try some...".  Max stepped over to me and handed me a
second piece of semen-coated paper from the waste basket.  "Suck on
it...taste that man".

I took the sopping paper and sniffed it.  It was fresh smelling and sweet.
I looked and noticed a cold glob of cum in the towel.

Seeing this, Max whispered, "Eat it...eat that thick wad..."

I stuck out my tongue and touched it to the jellied semen. I was overcome
with lust and gobbled it into my young mouth.

"Oooh, yeah,,,that's it, kid...EAT the stuff!", Max whispered groping his
crotch.

I ate the cum and started sucking on the paper towel as Max had done with
the other. Suddenly Max had his hand on my hard crotch. "Yeah, good boy,
eat that load....eat it...oh, look at this hardon you got there...".  He
obscenely gripped by basket and rubbed his face in it.  "Gimme some...Max
wants it...", he begged.

"I dunno know", I said looking at the door. "My dad might come in..." It
felt great having this man groping me and asking for a taste of my young
penis.

"Don't worry about that...he's up front...he'll be working...don't
worry..." Max whispered as he started unzipping my pants.  He slid his hand
inside the fly and grinned. "Ohh, big, big boy...this dick aint thirteen,
that's for sure....". He bent down and sucked the head of my cock through
my underpants. "I can taste your precum, kid, through the cotton...", he
whispered and then dove into my crotch again.

I sat in the office chair, unzipped and with my legs spread wide.  Dad's
employee was on his knees and suckling on the head of my throbbing penis.
I closed my eyes and threw back my head, surrendering to this older man's
mouth. If he wanted my young sperm, I'd be happy to pump some into him.

Silently, Max freed my cock from the fly and gulped it into his mouth.  He
deep-throated me as well as any of the best mouths that had tasted me
before.  Max made little whimpering noises as he sucked me and I asked him
if he was okay.

He pulled his lips off my wet penis and whispered, "Oh it's just so
good...so hard and young...you're just too much to resist...". He dove back
onto me and caused me to shudder in the depths of his hot mouth hole.  It
only took a few more deep thrusts and I knew I would lose my load inside
him.

Max could tell I was on the verge and grasped my tender balls,caressing
them through the cotton uniform pants. "Cum in my mouth", he whispered
while still suckling on me.

I leaned back and began orgasming intensely.  I shot load after load of my
sperm into Max's gulping throat.  "Gimmmeee, ummmm...gimmmeeee", he
muttered all the time swallowing my cumload.  I was drained as he milked me
for every drop.

Max pulled off my cock and shot up onto his knees.  "WOW!  MAN!  That was
INCREDIBLE!", he howled. "WOW, I never ate some kid sperm before...WOW!" He
laughed and slowly stood up again.  He rubbed my head and asked if I liked
it.

"Sure", I said, "you were great!"  I pushed my cock back into my pants and
zipped up, relieved dad hadn't come in during Max's blowjob.  It felt great
to feed my load to such a wanting mouth.

"OH, buddy-o-boy...what a LOAD!  WHOA!", Max was elated and danced about a
bit.  "I saw you come in earlier and WHOA I wanted you...but man, I NEVER
thought I'd get into your pants...what they say about young sperm is
fucking TRUE and THEN SOME!!"  Max came back over to me and gave my crotch
a few playful squeezes.

"What do they say?", I asked

"Oh, man, kid...you know...", Max almost seemed embarassed by the
question. "That young...and you are YOUNG...cum is the best cum...WHOA!
The sweetest...thanks kid". Obviously, I'd made Max's day.

"Yeah", I said somberly remembering the deep trouble I was still in despite
the moment's carnal relief.

"You worried 'bout your dad, kid?", Max asked, aware I was back to reality
a moment before him.

I nodded.  "He hates me...he said I disgust him..." I stared at the floor.

There was a lengthy pause as Max stared at me.  "Kid", he whispered in a
conspiratorial tone. I looked up at him and he glanced to the locked door.
"If I tell ya something...ya gotta PROMISE not to tell ANYBODY...k?"

I nodded, my heart racing and my curiosity piqued.

"I don't think your dad's as mad as he's making out...", Max said.

"He's MAD, Max..." I assured him.  "I never seen dad so mad..."

Max sort of smirked and licked his lips.  "If I tell ya something...it's
between you and me, right? "

"Sure...you just ate my load, Max...you can trust me...", I said, urgently
awaiting Max's secret.

The older man went over to a closet door and pulled out a key from his
pocket.  "I think it's shitty that your dad's taken this tactic with
ya...", Max said as he unlocked the closet.  "Come're...", he said waving
me over to the closet.  "Look."

I rose from the chair and went to the open closet.  It was a walk-in closet
full of audio/visual equipment.  There were eight monitors all trained on
moderate-quality black and white images.

"This", Max stated. "is the bookstore's surveillance
system...SECURITY...see, that's your dad at the counter...", he said
pointing to the first monitor.  "And that's the alley...", he pointed to
another screen. "....and that...", he pulled me closer and whispered,
"...that is the arcade..."

I stared into the bottom two monitors.  They each showed different views of
the basement arcade in images changing every thirty seconds or so.  The
live pictures were a bit dark but clearly showed every move each man made
down there.  I could count five men cruising the halls and at least twelve
booths had a light above their doors.

Max looked deeply into my eyes.  "From here, you see EVERYTHING going on in
the store...", he prompted.

I just looked at the monitors in disbelief, thinking how embarrassing to
have someone watching every move you made in the place.  I looked at the
monitor showing the alley doorway and thought how desolate it seemed.

Max shook his head. "I don't know if you quite get my drift, here,
kid...one can see EVERYTHING...and whose office are we in??"  He grinned as
I looked away from the monitors, my eyes widening.

"You mean...", I muttered.  My jaw loosening.

Max nodded.  "Let me put it this way...your dad has full access to this
closet and he likes to keep a watchful eye on his place...".

Max winked as I returned my gaze to the monitors.



to be continued...

