Date: Mon, 29 May 2006 10:47:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: gloryhole junkie <mrghjunkie@yahoo.com>
Subject: Letters to Mr.gloryholeJUNKIE, Installment 1

"Letters to Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE"
Installment 1
by Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE with ten of you, his readers
mrghjunkie@yahoo.com

DISCLAIMER:

Adhere to all laws in your area.
Don't molest children (yes, for you jaded, hardcore men, that even includes
"just beating off in front of them") 
Don't participate in anything sexual with minors.
Don't mix up what is idea and what is deed.
The author welcomes all e-mail. He loves lengthy, detailed letters from men
reading his work and the experiences of others. He does not welcome any
e-mails with attachments though. Please be aware of that as such e-mails
are discarded without being opened. 


PREFACE:

The following short tales are actually letters sent to me by a few of my
readers (that would be you fine fellows sitting there at your computers,
slacks tented and zippers down).

They're by guys, who, just like yourselves are beating off to all this same
stuff. Some are single guys; others are married dads. Some are youngish
guys; some are older-ish guys. They've all read "Family Business", "Feedin
Pop" and "Whoring with Dad".

(Oh dear, and now they're all out there walking around in the world). ;-)

Each is from a different "fan" (if I dare call them that) as you'll
see. And each of the following true life experiences was related to me as
being an actual happening in their own lives. Each man felt compelled for
his own reasons to share his deepest, darkest and lewdest secrets through
an e-mailed "letter" to me. And each agreed to let me share his "letter"
with thousands of other men. For many, this is the first time that a world
of like-minded men will hear what they've seen or done.

You may notice that the ten letters presented have a clear narrative
approach. What I have done, hopefully, in "Letters to Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE"
is to take each man's experience as e-mailed to me, but then try to edit it
(as slightly as possible in each case) as to share their encounters in a
brief, story-telling manner.

But do rest assured that the tales of perversion described are all theirs
(yours)!

We have men pulling their dicks out for kiddies. And we have dads doing
nasty stuff secretly (like what's new?). We have strangers at cheap motels
sharing a little slutbag. And we even have a child protective services
worker who used to feed poor kids in his own way.

Each is from an actual letter from an actual reader/fan. And although each
has a name, I'm leaving those off since I think the reasons will prove
obvious. These men are more interested in sharing their stories with many
other men than with fame (ah, for fame is fleeting). And I'm certain in a
few cases, if nothing else, their wives would be grateful these stories are
anonymous.




In this first installment, you will find ten utterly depraved, shocking and
one-handed "letters" from ten different men as shared with Yours Truly,
Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE. With their green light, I now pass them along to all
of you (open those trousers now and get ready).

I will try to share as many letters in future installments also. If readers
would like to share their own true experiences with me, I'll be most
pleased to read them and perhaps include them in additional installments of
"Letters to Mr. gloryholeJUNKIE"



1. OFFICER SEXUALLY-FRIENDLY
Cop on the Beat Off



Hey Mr. gloryholeJunkie, I think I can tell you this since you seem like
the kind of guy who was raised to understand us guys. Let me start by
telling you I'm now a retired police officer in a state where the snow
piles up to a man's chin. I think now that I have my pension, I can tell
someone this though. And you appear to me to be a cool enough guy that I
want to tell you since you've been so open telling us about how men have
been pumping loads down your throat since you were, how old?

When I was active on the force I would always use the cocksuckers I found
to my liking. I was fortunate or not to have subway lines on my beat for
several years. It wasn't as bad as it sounds. Not as many violent crimes
happened as someone might think. But when they did happen, they were bad.

The one fun I had was sometimes using a glory hole in one of the subway
station men's rooms. It was one not too far from an underground concourse
of shops so it saw all types of people. Like any of my cop brothers, we all
knew that ninety percent of the men in there were wankers or looking to
give or get. Some would use it to sell dope but most of the time, the only
criminal activity in the place would be cocksuckers slurping down on cocks.

I used to walk in and break up blowjobs right there at the urinals. Some
cocksucker would be blowing sometimes up to four men at one time (reminds
me of you, Mr. junkie). Of course, I didn't want to break it up but the
uniform breaks up action fast.

I never arrested anyone but one creep who was bugging men in one
washroom. And I warned another couple of guys because they were fucking at
the sinks. What nuts fuck at the sinks in a subway men's room? They
deserved that.

As a man, I was also disappointed that men would scatter when I'd enter. I
had to patrol but really was not looking or planning to bust anyone for
cocksucking. My only concern was the drugs and some of the shoplifters who
would use a stall as a place to hide until the heat was off.

Despite the uniform breaking up a lot of suck parties in the men's rooms,
in my thirty-year career, I must have fed my dick to hundreds of
cocksuckers in those places anyway. I even used some under aged mouths. I
know that but who was going to talk.

Ten years before I retired at 55 (I'm now 57), there was a period of time
when this one cocksucker was always in this one men's room along the subway
line. He could not, no lying, been more than eleven. But he was there every
fucking day in the summer. I don't know what he was thinking since as I'd
patrol, I'd see his same sneakers under the stall at ten in the a.m. and
noon then at three. Again, he reminded me of what you must have been like
at that age.

And no kid with a glory hole in his stall is going to be without dicks in
his mouth all day that way. It was a busy place and I can not imagine how
many dicks must have shot a load at that kid through the glory hole.

I never said anything to anyone about his presence in there. Sometimes we'd
file a report for our relief if we saw the same guy somewhere. Just so they
could keep tabs. Or I'd be asked what was up here or there along my
assigned route.

But some of us officers learned to not mention certain things and
people. I'm sure you know what I mean.

Since I was in uniform, I couldn't openly join in and get head at the
urinals or any thing like that. But like other officers, I could use the
john, close the door and then use a glory hole when one was there.

Although most guys scrammed when I'd come in, there were always one or two
who were so cock hungry and into cops that they'd hang back. I even had a
few who offered me head directly. Some of the toilet queens were the most
dedicated (addicted?) to cocksucking that they didn't care about anything
else it seems.

But this one kid, the eleven year old, he spent this one summer in there. I
never saw him the year before that or ever again after the school year
started again in the Fall. You wonder who these kids are sometimes. They
spend one summer getting every man in the subway's cock fucked in them, and
drinking the jizz out of these strangers but then they disappear.

I don't know if he couldn't see me or wasn't aware cops came in but when I
entered, something like nine men fled the place (which was always humorous)
but his door and another were still locked. I'd wait and sure enough, some
man, putting a suit coat on most times, would open the second john door and
leave not even washing his hands when he'd see me.

That's when I'd enter the john he was in. Not even being trained, anyone
could see that someone had been getting a blowjob in those johns through
the glory holes. You can sense it. Or you see cum on the floor or on the
hole.

Who are they fooling you think. But that summer, it would be the same kid
in the other john. And like you Mr. junkie, he wasn't in there for ten
minutes and then split. He would be in there half of the morning and all
afternoon. Did no one miss this kid? I used to say to myself. And I don't
mean the guys dropping a load in his mouth. I meant his parents. Who
doesn't know their eleven year old is in a subway john all day all summer?
But maybe his dad was like yours, too?

He never seemed to be scared. Maybe he didn't see the uniform through the
glory hole? He didn't care? Maybe his dad was a fellow officer. But this
kid wouldn't leave or run scared. He's just start sucking when I'd push my
cock through the hole. It was like he was trained to sit there and suck
dicks as they pushed through.

And man, he was incredible. I know that might sound strange, a kid so young
giving such incredible head. But his mouth knew just how to get a man to
bust. But you probably know that. When I tell other men, they question how
good a kid is at sucking at that age. But, I had to hand it to that tearoom
queen, even if he was only a kid. He knew his stuff. Maybe its experience
and not age that dictates such things?

There would be weeks when he got my load every day. A couple of times, I
have to admit it, when he'd be in there at ten in the morning and still at
it at three or four, I used him twice a day. Then he was gone. Shame
really. There was always a cocksucker in one of the johns. And I still shot
my fair share of loads into them. But that kid, thinking about all the
strangers who shot a wad of jizz into him. And you know what subways are
like, Mr.junkie, the sorts who parade through there all day long.

Special, special kid that one was.



2. PAPA WOOD
My Kid is a Woods Cruiser



I'm a father of a young son. My fucking mind was blown when I found your
stories since you remind me of my own son. I figure you'll know how it
happens and can understand that there are real boys doing the things you
describe.

As I said, my own son is promiscuous. He's twenty now and I don't know if
it's a good or a bad thing, but he's living in San Francisco. We talk a
couple of times a year now. And I've seen him strip. Yes, he's a stripper
in the seedier places. I can't tell you how many times I have jerked off
when I read about a similar son in I think it was your "Whoring with Dad"
story. When I read that one of the men who used you had a son working in
the same way, I thought you were inside my life.

I went out to see my son last year when he was doing afternoon shows at a
gay theater that has strippers. His mother can't deal with the fact he left
home and didn't finish high school. But she has no idea what he's actually
been doing in California since he got there two years ago. She thinks (and
I let her) he's working at U.P.S.. But he wanted to see me and needed some
money.

So I went out there last year and was blown away. I was planning to meet
him at his small apartment but he wanted me to see him work. It's an
interesting experience to go into one of those places, pay your fee knowing
you're there to see your own son. I guess the fatherly side of me hates
seeing him doing what he's doing. But the other parts of me, I think I can
confess to you, love it.

I never did gay theaters or male strip shows before this and I have to
admit I was shocked to see my own son performing in front of a crowd.  I
was nervous and didn't want to embarrass him so I was planning to sit way
in the back. But the strip show wasn't in the theater portion of the
place. It was downstairs in this large basement like room with three tiered
seating in a horse show set up.

Although the theater was empty except for a couple of cocksuckers working
on two men in different rows, there were about thirty men on these tiered
bench seats in the strip room. I didn't want to embarrass my son so I went
to an upper tier that was a little darker than the rest. I didn't know
then, but that was the spot where the men really did the strippers.

But maybe as you know, the back was the worst place. I laugh now because it
is. Your stories describe it pretty well. I had a few hands on my crotch
within a minute of sitting down. But I was afraid to sit up close, too
since there was more light down there. But men didn't seem to mind that
down there. They apparently liked other men to see them feeling up the
strippers and getting felt up.

Actually I didn't know that after these guys danced they came into the
audience and did lap dances. I was rock hard watching my own son doing
that.

I say all this because there are some of us fathers who have sons who
turned slut or stripper. But I wasn't shocked really by the way he went. He
was promiscuous even before he got into junior high school.

My heart sunk but my cock raged hard when I saw my son come out. He put his
music tape in the boom box and started his performance. I was looking not
only at him as he stripped out of a fake baseball player uniform but also
at the men watching him. It always turned me on to see men turned on by my
son. Ever since he was real small, I loved how men would get an erection
right in front of him when they knew he was a slut.

I sat up there and of course watched as my son passed himself around the
room. Men gave him tips that way and got to cop a feel of his cock, or a
suck. My son was giving hand jobs to anyone with a cock out of his pants.

I didn't know they did that. I didn't know stripper guys had sex like that
while stripping. And when it's your own son, it's surreal to watch so many
men molest him in turn.

But he was always like that. I swear I never taught him anything about
cocks when he was young. And I never told him about sperm, that's for
sure. He found all that on his own. We lived near a recreational
center. And when we went there one Saturday morning, I left him to play on
the swings while I went running around the laps. I did that a lot. If his
mother came with, she stayed with him, of course. But when I had him alone,
he couldn't possibly keep up with me while running, so I trusted that he'd
be fine on the small playground. Sometimes a mother of some other kids
might be there but usually, so early, no other kids or much of anyone else
would be around. So I felt he was safe since the place would be rather
desolate.

This one morning though, I came around the track and he wasn't on the
swings. I stopped when I got to that point. But there was no way to walk
directly to the playground area because of a fence blocking off the track
from the park. I had to run half way around and back to get to the
playground. And he wasn't there.

He was only five years old at the time, so you can imagine my concern. I
called his name but no answer. Behind the playground and all along that
side of the recreation center were woods. I had never given them much
thought until that morning. It was only seven in the morning but I wondered
if he might have gone down that way.

I had never even thought there were trails back there. I thought it was
just woods buffering the park from the highway. I was in my running shorts
and tank shirt when I found him not three minutes later. I obviously
startled the man standing in front of him since he scurried to put his cock
away.

I was confused. I was shocked but also had a hard on. My son had been
sucking on this man's cock. Maybe because I didn't say anything, the man
looked at me and pulled his cock out of his shorts again and made a gesture
for me to approach. That was the first time I ever saw a small child
sucking an adult cock. And the child was my own son. Without even thinking,
I joined the man as I pulled down the front of my running shorts.

I can't tell you what I was thinking. I wasn't thinking but that isn't
entirely honest. I was figuring two things that if my son liked sucking
cocks, he could suck mine, too. And that molesting my son like that, I
could see, made cocks harder than usual.

I don't even remember breathing when the man took a hold of my cock and put
it at my son's lips. And he started sucking like any adult cocksucker I
ever met. My son was sucking dicks in the woods. And I was one of them. It
didn't take long to shoot my load. I don't know if I would have shot it
into his mouth if the other man, who I doubt knew I was our cocksucker's
dad, told me to feed it to him. I pulled out anyway but didn't
cum. Instead, the other man put his cock back into my son's mouth and shot
his load. It was unbelievably hot and disturbing to watch some other man
shoot his load in my young son's mouth.

But my son didn't seem to mind it. It was completely obscene but I still
vividly remember that other man's load gushing out of the sides of my son's
mouth. And that got me. I figured as long as someone else had shot his load
in there and my kid seemed to like it, there was no harm in shooting mine
into his mouth, too.

And I did.

So I know, ghj, that kids like you exist. And I'm of the belief they're
(you're) born that way. I never led my son to cock or taught him to like
"daddy milk". I know it's just something in some little boys. Maybe they'll
find that gene one day. And wouldn't that be nice? Every dad-to-be will
want fertility doctors making sure that gene is included in every
pregnancy.

That's what I wanted to tell you, ghj. I did my kid. I did him and although
was never proud of it, I got off in him more than anyone else I've ever
encountered. I have to admit that it turned me on all the more knowing he
was initiating it with all these strange men. You do wonder where they all
come from. I know you mention that a lot in your stories. But it is part of
the mystery that there were always men in those woods willing to do that to
a kid.

We always had a lot of behavioral and school problems with my son. He was
smart but acted out. Although it was hard and he ultimately dropped out, I
hate to admit it but it kind of turned me on, too. Knowing he was mostly
thinking about sucking cock. When that's your own kid you know doing that,
and your a dad like I was (am), it turns you on more than it bothers you. I
would even drive him out to other wooded areas I read about on cfs. We
never had a problem with any of the men when they'd see him on his knees
sucking dicks.

And he was only six and seven like you were. Maybe some thing or another
happens to us men when we head into woods but men would actually pick him
up, put him on a picnic table or a big fallen tree trunk so he could suck
dicks more easily. Some of the older men would ask if he was my son since
they had to see me driving in with him. And over time, they were cool and
very helpful as assistants, making sure the trail was safe. Some of them
did it or they said they did it to encourage a small boy like that to suck
cock. I'd watch and jack off. All dads should know what it means to see
their own son sucking dick in the woods. When you stand there and realize
it's your own son, the one you brought into this world, and all these other
men are standing in front of him with their dicks in his mouth. It's
intense. And when you know these men are cumming in his mouth, even now, it
makes me have to cum.

I hope my son now will be okay. I don't know how many men may have cum in
him over the years (since I know that you liked to keep count). But it was
a hell of a lot. I only hope he'll remain alive long enough to continue
being the "whore" (like you) that he was born to be.



3. TRUCK STOP CHILD CUM HOLE
Boy gets more than a semi from truckers



hi the gloryholejunkie-man! You're my hero. You started on cum so damn
young, I'm jealous. I bet you've left scads of men thrilled for life
though. Do you ever think where those men are? You must wonder if they're
still remembering the little cum pig they ran into however many years ago.

I started late compared to you. I was nine before I got my mouth washed out
in sperm. I know. I'm embarrassed to tell you I was so old when compared to
you. I would have loved to have been used like you were but it wasn't meant
to be I suppose.

I was nine when I sucked my first cock because that's when my family moved
us to this house that was down the road from a big truck plaza. You would
not think that living in the middle of redneck country there would be so
much cocksucking going on but it does.

We didn't have lots of money but in Florida, a lot of houses line the
interstates since its all interstate in Florida. But being a kid alone all
the time since both my parents worked, I had a lot of time to myself. It
was bad enough during school but in the summer, from the time I was eight,
I was on my own almost every day. I know that must have been illegal but it
was normal where we lived. It wasn't rich and my parents moved down there
from Michigan so there wasn't any family.

We had a little house and I guess we'd be considered white trashy. Not as
bad a lot but certainly not rich.

I used to ride my bike all over. And it was when I just turned nine, I took
a little adventure day since I felt older. And that's when I realized this
truck plaza was only about a mile from our house. I wasn't looking for it;
I was just riding around back streets and saw it.

Since it was hot I went in and left my bike by the front door. I needed
water (this is before everyone had bottles of water with them
everyplace). I went inside and the water fountains were right next to the
restrooms. When I was taking a sip, a man passed around me, looked at me
and went into the men's room.

It was about eleven in the morning and although there were a lot of cars
and trucks, the plaza building wasn't all that busy. I never sucked cock
before although I did sometimes see my dad beating off in our family room
at home. My mom would be in bed, too, so this had to be sometime around
midnight when he'd do this. He didn't know I could see him because I was in
bed already but some nights I snuck out because he'd sometimes be sitting
this big recliner in there and stroking to something on the television. But
there was never any contact.

I knew about cocks and jerking off though. And I have to admit, seeing my
dad's cock (never saw him come though because he's be stroking for a while)
made me extremely curious.

I had to take a whiz so I went into the truck plaza restroom after drinking
water. I was naive though because it didn't occur to me that anyone did
anything in a public restroom. It sure didn't occur to me that men had sex
in such a place.

I went but you know how you say in your stories, you think its fate? That's
how I feel, too. It was like what happened was meant to be. Because when I
went in, no one was at the sinks and no one was at the urinals. But four of
five stalls had their doors closed. And I knew that one man, looked like a
trucker maybe, the way he was dressed and the day it was, had gone in.

I suppose it was curiosity or some thing else like that but I went into the
one open stall and shut the door quickly because two men came into the
restroom talking loudly and went quickly up to the urinals.

I never cruised a restroom or thought anything happened in them. But I was
never in too many of them. And if I was, I was usually with my dad.

But I had never been in a stall like this one. There were these enormous
sex drawings on the wall in black ink. And they were of men sucking huge
cocks with something pouring out of their mouths.

But what I never saw before were these holes between the stalls. You would
have loved them. They were in this big truck plaza on a major interstate
but the one into one stall was the size of hub cap. And the other might
have been slightly larger. I didn't even have to lean to see the men on
either side were sitting on their pot. They were both leaning forward some
but I could see their plaid shirt and a jacket on the other. Their pants
were down and I could see adult men's naked hairy legs.

I never saw holes in stalls anywhere before that so I didn't know what they
were for or why they were there. But now my thrill and curiosity were at a
peak.

Maybe I was born, like you, a natural t-room cruiser that even though only
nine, I didn't panic and leave. I don't know what compelled me exactly but
I pulled down my pants and sat on the pot. That's when I could see the same
holes were between all the stalls.

It didn't take longer than hearing the two men who came in to use the
urinals leave, that the men on either side of me leaned back and spread
their legs wide as they both resumed jerking off.

I was in shock but my cock was hard instantly. I knew what they were doing,
having seen my dad do it and just knowing.

They didn't seem to even care I was nine. They just jerked these big (to me
at the time) cocks like we were all in the family room at my house. I
didn't even have to lean to look at them, the holes were so big. I looked
past through the other holes beyond and those men were also jerking off.

Without even asking, the man on one side of me stood up and put his cock
and his lower half up to the big hole.

I think I surprised the man on my other side when I touched the hard-on. He
looked in and was beating off faster. He was thrilled it seemed to see me
playing with cock and without any prompting.

I looked back at him and I remember him smiling back at me just before he
jumped up and did the same thing as the other man. He stood right at the
hole and showed me his hard cock, too.

Maybe because it was Florida, these men didn't seem to have any boundaries
about having a kid play with their cocks. Growing up in redneck Florida,
there are a lot of men who do stuff with kids (sometimes their own kids).

I had two cocks to play with. I didn't even know to suck them. I didn't
know about cocksucking. Even when the first man leaned down and whispered,
"Suck it", I didn't grasp the concept and only continued to feel them both.

And I got both to come. I knew something about come because kids at school
would bring pictures or talk about a brother who came. But I had never seen
any before. While I was feeling the second man's cock, it shot some liquid
and it hit my arm and wrist. The rest flowed down his shaft and made a mess
on the tiled floor.

Then the other one sat down and beat off while he watched me through the
hole, as I had all this come on my hand. He watched as he beat off and I
could see the man beyond him was looking through his big hole, too.

The man beating off who wanted me to suck him whispered, "Eat it", but
again, I didn't know what he wanted me to eat. I was that naive. I flicked
my hand and remember getting some come on my own leg.

"Play with yourself", the man whispered. And I understood that. I sat down
again and without thinking, used the come on my hand when I played with
myself. It felt incredible and I had a most intense dry orgasm almost
immediately. That's when the other man stood up again, went to the giant
hole and still beating off shot his come right at me. I still remember the
sensation of the hot shot of come that hit the top of my thigh.

Without even wiping up, I felt I had to go home. I pulled up my shorts and
left. I didn't wash my hands or anything like that.

I had these two loads of come on me but I wasn't even thinking that. I went
outside. It was super sunny and humid. I had to pedal a mile home. And I
still didn't think to wash up.

Looking back now, I sometimes wonder if my dad couldn't have smelled come
on me? I'd sit on the arm of his chair watching television when my mom took
the couch to lie down (she was a waitress). Wouldn't you think he could
have smelled come?

That truck stop became a second home to me after that though. Before I was
ten, I had sucked on too many cocks that people wouldn't believe it. I
suppose you might have the same disbelief from people who don't understand
how real and easy it was.



4. MOLESTED AND LIKING IT!
small boy does his part for the war effort



I wanted you to write and let you know you're my hero and a hero all the
boys who knew they were cocksucking cum junkeys like you from the time we
could walk.

You're a hero also to men who love to put their cocks between those
lips. You understand the men so well who take the chance and put their big
cocks into the mouths of the hungry little cocksuckers.

I can only thank you on behalf of all the men whose cock you sucked when
you were a dirty little cum slut in those mensrooms. What a golden little
gem you were for them all. And they all share the fact they all ran across
a little boy hungry to suck them all.

I wish I would have been there when you were being so beautifully used by
so many men. You were sucking cock at one department store in Chicago which
I often patronized. I never had the pleasure of feeding you, but I know how
it must have been a sheer treat to have been in those mensrooms getting
head from you.

I was cocksucking by the age of six. I'm much older than you so I would
have been the age of one of those daddies who secretly let you suck on them
in the malls and department stores. And I commuted out of a different train
station in Chicago but know the endless amounts of penises you must have
brought pleasure to at Union Station.

I don't know if men today can even fathom how much cock was sucked in those
places. They were the adult bookstores of that day or just as busy. I can
imagine how they were busting in their pants to be next for you though.

But I was born in the 1936 and when I was six, the place to be molested or
play was Mark White Park on the south side. Imagine a park where nothing
but boys and perverted men hung out for the most part.

When I was six, I was molested by two men who worked in tandem on me. I
went in to pee and before I knew what was what, they had their hands down
inside my summer jumper. Back then, boys wore these shorts sets that were
like little bib overalls.

I loved the experience of course. I don't know if they cared one way or the
other if I did. But I think I surprised them by willingly sucking them when
they put their cocks to my mouth.

They didn't have me in there for more than ten minutes before leaving me
with their loads in my stomach.

And I was hooked, like you were. I never thought of it being like a junkie
like a drug junkie but I suppose it is. I was an addict after that. Few
people today could understand how many cocks a boy that age could be
exposed to and suck. Back then no one looked or cared. It was an era of it
almost being common if you knew the right mensrooms or parks.

When the war was on, no one was paying attention to what was going on in
the park mensrooms. A man began to take me to a bathroom next to Navy Pier
when it was a very active port during the war. Inside that bathroom, were
non-stop Navy personnel and citizens both. I was six and as they'd call it
today, I was being molested sometimes up to seven times each day. Each day
mind you. And by different men as much as by the same ones who hung out
regular-like.

I was into the bath house scene in New York when I got older. I was fucked
by one hundred men on an overnight at one. I hope that some men today are
still experiencing and enjoying those sorts of numbers. Even though I'm
seventy, I can still suck quite a few cocks, most of them in adult
theaters. But as you know, a cum dump is a cum dump to many men when the
time comes. People would be surprised by the numbers and the ages of the
cocks I have the pleasure of swallowing from in those places.

Thank you for all the years of pleasure through your stories. Keep them and
us up.


5. METH AND BLOWJOB
Even toddlers have their addictions



Fucking hot stuff, you fucking pig junkie. Where are pigs like you when I
need to feed my load at 3 in the morning? I'd fucking ram and fill your
throat with cock. I know you've had tons of cocks in that mouth but I think
I could still give it a good battering.

I only seen one kid sucking cocks once. It was at this guy's apartment in
Fort Lauderdale. It was his girlfriend's son. She was at work and me and
another guy went there to score some stuff and watch t.v. I didn't even
know a kid was in the place. We were doing some junk (I know you're not
that kind of junkie but we were) when this kid comes out of a bedroom. He
was only like three. I was surprised since I thought since the girlfriend
was out, so was her kid.

He was just in underwear at like two in the afternoon. I have a kid with my
girlfriend so I jumped since I didn't think my friend would want us to be
doing the shit in front of the kid.

But he didn't care. Instead he sat back and the kid hopped up onto the
couch right next to him. Me and the other guy were in lazyboys watching the
t.v.. And shit but the kid starts playing with my friend's crotch. He was
rubbing it like he did it every day. This kid who was three was massaging
my friend's crotch while he's still got the rubber band around his biceps.

I know its nuts. I didn't know what the fuck to think either. But my friend
opened his jeans casual as all get out. I look over as does my other friend
and see the kid is sucking cock. Right there on the couch like it was
nothing. It was like it was something he did all the time, casual as could
be.

My friend bucked his hips and waved me over to sit on the couch but I
didn't budge. I never did that shit with a kid before. He waved at our
other friend but all that he does is open his jeans, too and starts jacking
his cock.

After about twenty minutes maybe, my friend comes in his girlfriend's son's
mouth. I can't fucking believe it since I never saw that in real life
before. I read your stuff and seen shit on the Internet over the years. But
I never saw it for real and so close-up. He actually came in the kid's
mouth.

But it makes me think of you because the kid was weird in that he didn't do
anything but eat it. He ate all this come down like it was nothing. How
does a kid that age do that I remember thinking to myself.

My friend then pulled him away from his cock and had him sit on the couch
while he got up and closed up his jeans. He then said to me and our friend,
"He'll do you guys next if you want".

So the other guy, maybe since he was already jacking off, gets up. He
actually got up and moved to the couch. He sat right in the same place
where our friend had been. And the kid scoots over and starts to grasp his
dick. My friend wasn't as big as the other one but still big. But the kid
had no problem sucking it down.

What made it weird and hot was how he was sucking like it wasn't
anything. He never even saw either one of us before, I don't think. But he
wasn't afraid or acting up. He just sucked like it was a hobby of his or
something.

And I confess that after seeing the other two do it, when this friend was
finished feeding the kid, I took a turn on the couch. I was sitting there,
my jeans open and dick out with his little, little kid playing with me and
sucking on my cock like he did it all the time. I never thought a kid that
age would know how to suck cock but he was actually real good. I know
that's weird but he was a good cocksucker. And yes, I gave him a load of
cum, too since he seemed to not mind and even maybe liked the stuff.

It's still the hottest, most intense thing I've done. It wasn't just
watching my dick pump cum into his mouth. But it was that it was third load
he was eating within forty-five minutes tops. And I really think he would
have gone for more if another three guys had been there.

Then you get others one that age, like my own kid, who doesn't do much more
than play with blocks and run around all day long. Go figure.

After I came, I closed my jeans and my friend told the kid to go back to
his room. And he did. Just like that. He was handed one of those frozen
toaster oven French toast treats and went back to his bedroom gnawing on
it.

And we returned to watching TV and doing more shit.

You have to figure it was a routine there. Don't you? How many guys came
over for some stuff and got head? Makes me horny thinking about it even
now. I suppose it was his way of keeping customers happy maybe or
something.



6. DAD GOES FROM CAR POOL TO CUM POOL
Enabler dad enables his son into a life of cockpigging



hey ghj,

I know you must get a lot of mail. I am happy to count myself as one of
your fans. I am sure you must have a million men who are fans. I say that
because you know what gets straight down to the essence of so many of
us. You know that deep dark secret in most men as you often have said in
your great Prefaces. Your Prefaces are sometimes as capable of getting me
to shoot a load as are your stories. It's like you know exactly what we're
thinking when we watch our kids in the bath tub or take one into the public
men's rooms.

That's what sets you apart. You know the real thing and clearly have lived
it at least from the viewpoint of being the glory hole junkie you were at a
tender age. You know men. That's pretty clear. You know dads. I can picture
you could get into the pants of any dad when you were a kid since you seem
to know they would let you in the right circumstance.

You write like someone who knows men and dads well. I wonder sometimes if
that's not because you've been with so many of us? You have written in your
stories or one of your groups (those were the best) that you've sucked off
thousands of men. One time, I thought it was 20,000 men? Was that right? I
would think so considering your age when you started slutting.

I think anyone who has pleasured that many men and had that many men cum in
his mouth, knows men.

You were there and know what we dad types are doing when no one is looking.

I thought I'd tell you something since I don't know who else to tell. But I
want to tell someone and figure that you'd understand.

I helped get my youngest son get cock when he was an early adolescent.

That may not sound clear. We never discussed it but I would help him get to
cock since I knew he was into cocksucking. I guess that's called an enabler
these days. I don't think he ever knew. Even now I don't believe he knows
and its twenty-years later.

When he was young, under eight years old, I sensed he was interested in
cock. I had two older children and it never crossed my mind with them. But
my youngest was naturally curious, let me say. He would like to look at me
changing and he had a fascination with men's rooms. He never did anything
sexual that I knew of at those ages but I sensed he liked to look at the
men's cocks (or what he could see of them) whenever we were in a restroom.

I saw him looking at bodies at the pool. And they were always the men he
was looking at.

I already figured him for gay by the time he was eight or nine. But I
presume he wasn't doing anything truly sexual then.

When he was eleven though, I found a small stack of adult magazines in his
room. None of them were straight magazines. I don't know where he got his
hands on these, but they were older, used copies of very graphic gay sex.

I've always been closeted bisexual. And I do admit I was turned on to see
that my son was interested in looking at such material. Someone may have
given them to him or he might have even found them somewhere. When I was
first married, there was a men's room close to my office where someone was
constantly leaving adult magazines in the stalls as a quirky courtesy.

Maybe some man left these older copies in a men's room for kids to find. I
don't know where he got them but they demonstrated that if he didn't know
what deep throat between men was, he did now.

I never mentioned the magazines of course. But I began watching him more
carefully. It was then, when he was only eleven that I saw him suck cock
for the first time.

ghj, let me tell you that unless you are a dad, you have no idea how
shocking but titillating it is to see your own child performing sex
acts. And when it's a son sucking on cock, it's a thrill any dad ought to
experience if so fortunate.

I had been dropping him off at the local strip mall numerous times in a
month's period of time. It was new but he said he was meeting friends from
school. His mother was against it since she said she thought eleven was too
young to be hanging out at the strip mall. But I enabled it and would drive
him.

I didn't think he was doing what he did. Maybe I did. But I presumed he may
have been meeting a school friend to play around with there.

This wasn't a shopping mall. It was a large strip mall which on one end was
anchored by a K-Mart and by a large supermarket on its other end.

In between were all sorts of stores. In the very center were the public
restrooms.

I had dropped him off for the seventeenth time that month but would drive
away since he said he had to meet his friends inside the strip mall's open
courtyard. I just didn't think anything much about it.

But then I did. After dropping him off after a month, I was wondering what
kids had to meet so often at this strip mall for. There wasn't that much to
do there.

So when I let him out, I pulled away but parked down by the K-Mart and
walked back to the open court part of the mall. I didn't see my son
anywhere. I didn't see a group of kids or much of anything happening.

Since the place had a K-Mart and a supermarket, that's what the customers
were like. They were just regular people. And it could get busy since
people got everything done in one spot.

I figured that they wouldn't be in the supermarket. After looking to some
small stores, I went over to the K-Mart and went inside. Didn't see him or
any group of boys as I walked through and out again.

Then I had to take a leak. I knew something about tearoom sex from having
used them only periodically over the years and from porn. But it hadn't
even dawned on me that my son knew anything about it.

But when I pushed open the door, I had to admit I was all of a sudden
stirred into thinking that maybe he was inside.

It was a very large men's room since it could service the K-Mart and the
supermarket shoppers both when they'd walk between the two stores. Must
have been six stalls and eight urinals. Two men were at urinals and two
stalls were occupied. I figured that my son wasn't in there.

But when I stepped up to a urinal, I could tell the two other men were
cruising. You know how you can just tell. I was curious and so after I
finished, I stood there as were they with my meat out.

That's when they knew it was okay and continued with whatever they were
doing before I came in. One, with his meat hanging out, quietly walked over
to the stalls and peeped into one. He looked and stroked his cock but then
returned to the urinals. He said in a very quiet voice, "He's sucking."

The other man, figuring I didn't know who they were talking about said to
me, "There's this kid who sucks. He's in there tonight."

My heart pounded. I didn't think so but I was hoping so.

I figure you must know what I mean by that, ghj.

The other man returned to peep in some more when in another minute, one of
the two occupied stalls opened and a man exited. He didn't appear to be as
nervous as one might think. It was he who had to have been receiving the
head if the kid were in the other stall.

I watched him walk over to the sinks where he washed his hands and combed
his hair. He appeared slightly older than me. He was pleasant looking
enough. He seemed like another dad to me.

When he left, I noticed that the man who had been peeping was now in that
stall.

The other man at the urinals then went over to the stalls and peeped in on
the activity. And so I did, too.

I looked in and saw my son sucking this cock through a glory hole. My heart
was about to beat into my head. Although I was thinking it possible, until
you actually see your own child doing such a thing and in a men's room, you
have not known the thrill.

I stroked my cock as I watched him sucking on this rather large cock. He
had his own jeans down and was letting the peepers, which now included me,
see his young hairless erection. I had never thought of such a young boy
being so advanced in tearoom sex.

This is before I had found your stories and I suppose that is a good
thing. When I found your stories, I knew they had the ring of truth to them
since I had such a son.

I watched him suck off that man and the next. Then I admit I chickened
out. As he finished on the third stranger in the short time I had come in,
I panicked and left. I know I could have gotten a blowjob from him that
evening but I panicked.

That though is when I became his enabler knowingly. I admit I drove him up
there whenever he wanted to go. I was bringing him to the strangers so they
could get a blowjob from my own son. But that became a thrill for me. I had
an erection from the moment he asked if he could get a lift to the strip
mall.

I did not hold out. The next time I was there, it was slightly more
populated in the men's room. I spied my son suck on four cocks. And maybe
only because there were two other men to go after me did I go into the
stall which had the glory hole.

I don't think I would have done it or had the nerve if I were the only one
left in there again. I was terrified he'd come out of his stall if I were
last for a while. But with two other men still there that night, I figured
that I would be just one more through the glory hole.

But I didn't want him to see me through the glory hole. And when I opened
the door to go into the stall, I did everything to get to the wall between
the stalls quickly. That way, all he could see was my crotch as I placed my
cock through the hole.

That's the kind of father I was to my youngest. I sometimes feel guilty
about it. But I have to presume he would have been doing it anyway. In that
regard, I was the only cock he sucked that he would have known. In that
way, I was watching out for him even if it meant participating in making my
son a glory hole cocksucker. But the minutes he would be sucking me, he was
actually with his dad although he didn't know it.

I presume other dads have done similar in one way or another. But you'd be
the one to know that. You must have many writing their secrets to you.



7. WOLF AT THE DOOR
Social Worker Scores Baby Booty



Mr. gloryholejunkie,

You're my favorite author. You press all my buttons. I bet you have men
cumming all the time all over this great big world of ours.

I am no longer in this job. This happened in the late 70s when it seemed
every social program had gone to hell in a hand basket.

And maybe I helped bring it to that level.

I had been a child protective services case worker for years in the
city. After fifteen years, I was assigned some pretty difficult
situations. Most of the children were living in what would best be
described as dangerous and abuse households.

But we were trained that not only shouldn't every child be removed the
home, many couldn't be. The parents had rights. But the bottom line was
that there were only so many beds to go around. We had to try to keep as
many children in their homes with their parent or guardian.

I had been a pervert since I was in college. And I got off seeing those
situations where I knew the kids weren't in real danger or hurt but where I
suspected they were being sexual abused. There was a turn on to that for
me. One is trained to see the signs. I'd look at three kids and know their
dad (when there was one) was doing them. But if I was there for another
reason, I stuck to that and let the dad get back to business that night.

What most specialists won't tell you is that although most kids are
traumatized or violent, some are sexually aggressive after living in such
conditions. We regularly had ten year old brothers molesting their younger
siblings. One case had teenaged boys raping their baby sister.

It got intense and very hot for me. I did what I could when I needed
to. Like in that situation, the baby had to be removed since she'd been
injured. But other times, when I knew they weren't in physical harm's way,
I'd leave the family be. Incest is just part of life. Isn't it?

Some of the little girls were tramps already by age ten or twelve. Some
were already turning tricks under their mother's training. Many single moms
in the projects played working madam to their daughters.

And just as many boys were being sexually abused. They claim the numbers
are slightly lower for boys than girls. I'm not real certain of that
though. The girls abuse is more obvious. But like we know, many of the boys
are molested and raped in tearooms and playgrounds. They don't always
talk. If a dad is fucking his son, he is more apt to be doing it in their
car once driving to some park or empty lot.

They seemed to molest their daughters at home. And beat up their sons at
home. But when a father would be molesting his son? More than with the
girls, for obvious reasons, they were doing it in woods or behind the
building. You found more raped boys behind the garbage cans than you'd find
girls.

What's not often talked about is that some of the kids are very aggressive
sexually when you enter the picture. I have had little kids making the
filthiest of sexual suggestions to me. Had a few come right out ask if I
wanted to fuck them. These are like seven or eight year olds,
Mr. gloryhole.

I'd be standing there in a living room at a trailer park and a kid would
reach out and grab my cock. Little girls would sit on a chair and show me
their pussy as they'd pull up their dress.

I lost so many loads in my pants as I would stand there looking at all the
craziness. And most of those kids are lost by age four or five. The
statistics are there that most will be promiscuous and even working the
streets their whole life.

You seem different, from your stories, but many of the cockpigs in the XXX
locations were chronically and heavily sexually abused boys. I figure that
was like you. You seem to have told us in your stories that you were very
seriously sexually abused all your life by many men.

And I love that. Don't get me wrong. I saw it as a case worker. These
little boys who were severely sexually abuse either became violent
offenders or cumpigs.

I am glad you became the latter. I can see how it is you're such a cock
junkie. How any young boy could be exposed to so many cocks and to sum
eating for so long and as often and not become a junkie would be the bigger
mystery.

I also understand from your stories that you were sexually abused by your
own biological father. I love that. I think there is nothing hotter than a
father who pimps or sexually-used his son. And a biological father sharing
his son with other men, is an increasingly common situation.

What I wanted to tell you was that back in 1978-79, I was involved in a
case of a boy who was a lot like you. The difference was he was from a dirt
poor family and beyond the sexual abuse, was also physically being abused.

He was white and lived with both parents which was not as uncommon as some
might think. Unlike the stereotypes, many were white and many of the
children had both parents. Which was too often to their disadvantage since
that way they had twice the number of parents abusing them and courts
wanted to work harder to keep those kids in their homes.

This one little boy, he was young, five years old and scrawny as a
chicken. It was that which got us first involved. Someone placed a call
from his school wondering if he was being starved.

I discovered he wasn't eating much but most of it was high protein. Within
a month, I knew the father was screwing this boy's mouth. I should have
recommended immediately removal and called in the cops when the boy told me
and showed me his throat which was sore. He could even describe his
father's erect cock.

Instead, I asked him to cooperate and if it got worse, I would help him. I
decided to put the father on, see him sweat or see what he might suggest. I
presented the sore throat to him while the mother was listening. It went
over her head but not his. He got nervous at first.

I told him I was leaving but to get the boy to a doctor. I could have
ordered a physical but didn't. I wanted the father to think I was an idiot
more than trouble.

I left and he had another week for making his son suck him off. When I
returned, the boy told me again what his father did to him. It was a
routine every time the mother turned around. I asked him how many times his
daddy placed his cock into his mouth and he didn't know and then he said "a
lot".

Best that I could figure, it seems he was putting his cock in his son's
mouth every morning and night and once or twice throughout the day.

I asked the boy what he thought of it all. But unlike other children,
especially boys, he didn't seem to care. He didn't seem disturbed by
it. His main complaint was that his mother would pinch him hard. He had
terrible welts and bruises from that. The mother was arrested that day.

I did it because the boy was being abused by her. And I also knew it would
allow his father easier access to what he was doing.

And once the mother was in jail and could not post bond, I was at their
house on a daily basis to see how things were going. I was there to check
on the boy's welfare and would be there from anything from fifteen minutes
to an hour.

Much to my surprise, one the third day when the mother was still in jail,
the father came out of the bedroom of the trailer and asked me if I wanted
his son to give me head.

I pretended to be appalled. But he said that his son told him that I knew
what they were doing. He said it was cool. It didn't bother him. He then
offered again by saying, "Pull it out. He'll suck it."

I looked at the boy I had been working with for a few weeks now and he
stood there staring at my crotch and then up at his father.

"He'll suck anyone I tell him to", the father admitted, much to my
surprise.

I said really? And the father said it wouldn't be a first for the kid.

I stood there and his father told him to suck me off. The boy came up and
squeezed my cock. I would have been more wary of it had the father not
already dropped his shorts.

I was not expecting the father to have such a large cock. I have a common
six inches. But this father was quite a sight. And he put that in this
scrawny little son of his. The boy opened my pants like a pro. Seeing me,
the father said that his son could open anyone's pants.

He pulled his son's shorts down and the boy stepped out of them. They moved
like a unit as though they had done this a hundred times before. When the
boy put my cock in his mouth, the father pulled out a large container of KY
jelly and smeared it on his cock. And like he was with any two adults, he
knelt behind his son and in one smooth move fucked his cock up his ass.

I never had seen someone, especially a boy, get fucked like that by such a
large cock. But all the boy did was to fall forward under the power and
weight of his father entering him. It was obvious they had done this many
times before.

We fucked for over an hour. Just like that in their living room of their
trailer. The father not only let me cum in his son's mouth but also in his
ass which wasn't all that surprising back then but was because he was so
young.

When we finished, the boy pulled on his shorts, our cum still in his ass
since he didn't wipe any out. And he asked if he could watch television. He
sat on a chair and started to watch cartoons. So I knew he was just fine.

The mother was released from jail and ultimately returned to the home as
long as she was taking child rearing classes. That sounds rather stupid now
but thirty-years ago, pinching your child wasn't considered to be gross
abuse.

And the butt fucking in that situation went undetected.

I write this to you Mr. gloryhole because I figure you'll understand it. A
father sharing his son, even if it was bareback, wasn't all that bad
especially when the kid seemed to like it well enough. Today, it seems to
me, people make a problem of it when it isn't as long as the kid is so
willing. I figure that he must be like you today. I bet he's sucking cocks
or taking cum somewhere.



8. CHEAP MOTEL, CHEAPER KID
men find an easy fuck at motel



Avid fan of your, ghj. I've been reading your stories since finding the
first one nearly ten years ago. You have to know, you have made many men
happy over all these years. Through your stories, I'm supposing you're
responsible for a thousand times the cum loads that you have sucked off in
your beautiful cum slut life. By proxy, you must have gotten countless
readers off. You should be proud. It's no small thing to get countless men
cumming to stories.

What I find best is that you don't get stupid in your stories. You are
obvious in that you know of what you're writing. There are times we all
feel we are right there in the bedroom or public restroom with your
characters (you). You don't make it about more than what it is most of the
time. And that's nasty sex.

But you also have a sense of humor which is unique especially in such
extreme tales. That is what also brings your readers together in my
opinion. You have us with our pants open and sharing in the camaraderie of
doing the things we're reading. You put us all in that sauna. And as a
group, we're all sharing the brotherhood.

I wrote to tell you about something that happened about a decade ago. I
know you ask your readers to share their real stories if they want. I am
sure you understand that for most of us, we can't tell anyone about the
things we see or do. That's why you're so important to many men.

As I said, this happened in the mid-90s. I was unemployed and moved into a
motel for a while. It was not a Four Seasons Resort. I had my old car and
some cash. I went down to Florida because it was cheap and warm most of the
time. I met a guy in one of the bookstores (he was sucking cocks). He
mentioned there was a motel not far from there. He lived only a few blocks
away and he said the motel was run down so was mostly used by weekly or
monthly guests.

Afterwards, I went down the same street. Only a block and a half away from
this adult super store was a motel. It was probably built in the late-1950s
and maybe redecorated in the early 1970s. A few older model cars like my
own were parked. I could tell it was a dump. But for the money, it was a
place to live.

When I signed in, the guy behind the counter told me they had eight
long-term (monthly) guests. They were like me (I supposed that to mean
nearly homeless men in their 40s).

I went to the room. It wasn't as bad as you'd have thought. There was even
a swimming pool, although it was small.

I went to the vending machines to get some candy when I met one of the
other guys who lived there. He was wearing only terry cloth shorts and
thong sandals. We started talking. As we walked back to our rooms, I saw
his was three down from my own. He said they put all the long term
residents on this far side of the motel. It was more hidden, I suppose and
the rooms looked out onto nothing but a fence and what I later came to know
to be the back of a bottling plant.

I went to my room but he came over to visit. You could tell he was into
stuff because he came over with some pot and was showing a chub inside his
shorts.

He had been there for four months and knew everything about the place. He
said the guy at the desk was cool. But the one at night was even cooler. I
didn't know what he meant by that but I guessed it had something to do with
drugs maybe.

Then he asked if I liked kids. Like that he asked. I said no because I had
never been asked before. He was that direct. I asked him why he had asked
me that. He said one of the rooms was a dad and his kid. And that after
three o'clock, I could find out. Since it was only after one in the
afternoon, I asked him what happened at three o'clock.

He said that was when the kid got back from school. I'm not stupid and
asked, "Is she a hooker or something?"

He said it wasn't a girl but would say anything else. He left my room
saying he had to make some phone calls at the pay phone which was down near
the vending machines.

I walked around the motel and it was apparent it had a lot of
vacancy. There were only four cars parked. But you can feel when a place is
empty. That was fine by me though.

I went to the swimming pool which was operating but had only two tables up
along the pool deck. When I was in the water, two men came in. One was
wearing cutoffs, the other in a cheap looking swim trunk that left nothing
to the imagination.

They came into the pool and we stood there in the water talking. They lived
there, too. They said the place had its advantages. I didn't mention this
kid but the one in the cutoff said, "Keep your eyes peeled after three
o'clock."

I pretended I didn't know what he was referring to. The other said, "Leave
your curtains open and door unlocked if you want to find out."

They stayed another hour but I had to get out since it was too damn
sunny. I went to my room and was curious out what I was hearing.

I looked out my door a few times but there was absolutely nothing happening
anywhere. I was watching television when I heard voices and walking about
outside. I looked out the window and saw two men I hadn't seen before
sitting on the hood of a newly parked car. They were my age, maybe the one
in cutoffs was a little bit younger, and they talking to each other while
they were looking at something out of my sightline.

I opened my door and right away these two men said hello. One lived in the
room right next door and the other was above me from the second floor. They
said, "You looking for some, too?"

I didn't know what they meant. And one said I just missed him but he would
be back. They acted as though I knew or was suppose to know what they were
talking about.

While I stood there and these two sat on the hood of the car, this boy
comes around out of the room right next door to mine.

gloryholejunkie, any man could see what he was all about the minute you'd
see him. This boy was wearing nothing but gym shoes and skin tight athletic
shorts. But what surprised me was that he didn't look to be more than
ten. He was skinny, nothing outstanding but attractive I would guess.

He went over to the car in front of their room where the two men were
sitting and one of the men wrapped his arms around him as the boy had his
back pressed against the man's chest as he stood between the man's legs. He
introduced him. It was the one man's son.

I was told he just picked him up from school. That's when I realized what
the three o'clock thing was all about.

The boy was looking me up and down like I have never been checked out
before. I wonder if you were bold like that when you were a boy whore? He
was checking out my package. This is right in front of his father and
another man. I had never had such an experience in my life before that. I
didn't know that such existed outside of stories.

The two men stood up and I could see the dad's cock was pointing within his
shorts. It was very strange but a big turn on. The three of them went into
the room next door to mine and shut the door. I didn't know what was
actually happening but I had that feeling. I would think most men know that
feeling.

I went back to my room and pressed my ear to the wall but couldn't hear
anything in their room other than the t.v..

I went back to watching t.v.. I was on the bed and even started stroking my
dick through my shorts. But maybe twenty-minutes go by when I heard more
banging or clunking outside. I jumped up and looked out the curtain and saw
the man in the cutoffs, the other man and the boy outside again.

I watched since I was curious as to what was going on. The one man walks
across to the other side of the parking lot, gets on a motorcycle and
drives away. Simultaneous to that, one of the men who had been at the
swimming pool, starts talking to the dad and his son. They stood at the
same bumper of that car talking. I see them then walk down and away from
where I was.

Since I was curious, I grabbed a dollar and figured I could pretend to be
getting a Coke at the vending machine. I opened my door and just in time to
see the dad, the boy and the man in cutoffs go into a room about five down
from mine.

They closed the door and now I really knew something was up. I went down
that way, hoping their curtains might be open. But they weren't. I was
angry but ashamed, too. But more, I was angry.

I went to the vending room and killed a little bit of time reading one of
the sections of a newspaper left in there as I watched traffic on the
interstate fly by. I was in there about ten minutes when I started back to
my room. I went around to pass that room again though. I was still hoping.

And now, the guy who was in the swim trunks earlier and the guy I met who
had the room on the other side of mine were hanging out right in front of
the room where the trio had disappeared into.

They stopped me, which I was glad about. The one in trunks was leaning on
the grill of a car parked right outside the room. The other guy said
"Look", to me. This time, the room had its curtain half way open. They were
watching and I guess standing as watch-out outside.

The ones in the room had the lights on making it easy to see what they were
doing. The kid was on all fours on the bed being fucked at either end by
the guy who had been in the cutoff and by the man who said he was the kid's
dad.

The two outside laughed at my expression. But since I didn't shout, they
knew I had to be okay.

They told me the kid was a slut and everyday was being fucked in one of the
rooms. That excited me to no end. I had already seen him go with one man
and now he was with another. The guy who had the room next to mine went
right up to the window, cupped his hand and got himself an even better look
at the show inside.

He stepped back to the car and invited me to take a closer look. "When they
have the curtain open, they don't mind", he said to me. Over time, I came
to learn that when a guy didn't want anyone to know he was fucking or
getting sucked by the kid, they left the curtains closed and door
locked. If they were into showing, they left the curtain open but the door
locked. And if they were into a party, they would leave the curtain open
and the door unlocked.

I was told I should see the action this kid sees after nine at night on
weekends. People who didn't even stay at the motel would drive in and
out. I saw it. I had the room next door to them for over six months and I
would watch the strange cars pull in, and strange men at all hours go in
and out of the room next door. Some nights it would be almost funny to see
three or four men crowded around the door next door.

But most of the time, it would be a car would pull in, go up to the room
and be let in or would let himself him. You would then see him leave
anything from fifteen minutes to an hour later. But another car would
either have pulled in, too. Or would arrive minutes after the other left.

When you live next to it, you get used to it. A couple of residents would
hang in my room since it was next door to the kid and his dad. We'd watch
t.v., share a pizza order and get off watching all the activity swarming
around the room next door.

And with something like that right next door, what man could resist the
temptation? I doubt many could. It was too easy.

I thought you might like to hear this. When I got a job finally and was
able to move out of that dump, it was seven months later. Seven months of
living next to that. I actually hated to leave which may sound funny. It
was a good thing. But I am happy I departed when I did in retrospect. Once
I was in a real apartment, I would stop by some nights for a quick one. He
was always there even when his dad might be out. I suppose when you're that
age, and poor, you can't go to many places anyway. It was the best, safest
place for him to be slutting the way he was, I would suppose.

But only three months after I moved out, I passed that motel one day and
was shocked to see it was being demolished. Half of it was already torn
down as if overnight. I mourned the loss of such a great place and kid who
was the pleasure of so many strange men.



9.
MY SON EARNS $5 TO DRINK
Dad realizes his son made some cash the hard way



I hope this e-mail finds the one exulted demi-god of the gloryholes, Mister
Gloryholejunkie.

I have been a fan of yours for several years. I guess I am one among
many. I would also guess I am not the only married dad among your
admirers. I have been married exactly twenty years and we have two kids, a
daughter and a son. But now that the elder, my son, is no longer a minor, I
feel it's alright to share this secret with someone. It's a secret which I
have held for fifteen years.

When my son was three, almost four years old, I did a stupid thing.

I know it is something many dads might do especially since it's is said it
is we who, statistically, cruise public rest rooms more than anyone else. I
always enjoyed receiving oral sex in mens rooms. I don't know the reasons
exactly. They aren't all that entirely complex I suppose. I like receiving
oral sex and there are people giving them out in mens rooms.

That may not be deep analysis but it may just be the bottom line truth. I
enjoyed receiving blowjobs there since my first one when I was still in
high school. I enjoyed them periodically during college. And it simply was
something impossible to quit even after I got married and started having a
family.

I still enjoy it, twenty years in. What can I say?

But fifteen years ago, I had my son in tow. Whenever I had my son with men,
I was usually either with my wife or too frantic keeping up with him at
that age that sex was one of the last things on my mind.

I don't think my son recalls this which I suppose is good although at the
time he seemed to have enjoyed it. I had him with when my wife had
discovered a Ladies Bible class. Sunday afternoons she would go to one of
the houses in our area to read and discuss the Bible with other
neighborhood women. Because of this, we began taking separate cars to
church because afterwards, she would return home while my son and I would
make it a boys-only afternoon.

When they're that young, one runs out of family movies to see that the
mall. And we weren't raising him to eat pizza or play arcade games. This
Bible class would be two hours long but then the ladies would make it a
social gathering. Most of them were the other mothers in the
neighborhood. They would follow the class with coffee and cake lasting
until about four in the afternoon some days. And that left my son and me to
play from the time church ended at eleven until four.

It was natural, therefore, when I drove out to the woods on the day we had
to be out of the house when it was my wife's turn to host her Bible group.

There was no heavy hiking or leaf collecting involved in my plan. I thought
we'd spend the Sunday afternoon, my son and I, near the car of this
forested area playing games or enjoying the snack my wife packed for us.

There were miles of trails which ran up and behind a hill. We started out
on one of them but my son was too young still to walk much of it
though. Instead we set up camp at one of the picnic tables near the parking
lot and not more than fifty feet from the stone construction restroom
building.

There were several cars parked but we didn't see anyone for the first
several minutes. It was as if people had parked but then disappeared. Then
I saw two more cars pull in, drive around and then park. Each contained
only one person, a man. It was a Sunday but I saw no one but men in the
woods or parking lot. I thought that strange, it being a family day. But
then I realized that I wasn't there with my wife either.

I noticed these two men entering the mens room and not coming out
again. Then one did and drove away. A minute later, the other left. Knowing
something about mens rooms, I figured one had sucked off the other. In the
time in between, three more cars had arrived, parked and their solo driver
disappeared down one of the trails behind us.

Then, five minutes after that, a third man left the rest room building. I
had been watching but never saw him go inside. He had to have been in there
for at least forty minutes. Then a fourth man exited the building and
joined the man by sitting on the top of a picnic table across from where my
son and I were playing tic tac toe.

I could tell the two men were looking at me. I was dying to have some
contact. I knew one of them would be good for sucking my dick if nothing
else. But I had my son in tow.

It's always that way when something arises. I tried to distract myself but
I could tell both of these guys were cruising. One was even pretty clear
about what he had packed inside his trousers.

Then another car pulled in, parked and a man in clothing not in line with
the woods, went straight into the mens room.

Not ten seconds later, one of the men on the table got up and returned to
the men's room. It was obvious what was happening. I waited a few minutes
and the other man who was still at the other table got up. He was obviously
aroused as anyone could have seen. He went back into the mens room, too.

Now I wanted in on some of the action but had my son with me. I thought
about putting him into the car and locking it while I went into the mens
room. But that would seem cruel. And should my wife return, although she
had only been gone less than an hour, she would understand why our son had
to be left alone in the car.

So I dared and told my son I needed to go to the washroom. We got up and I
led him right into that restroom. The three were not even inside a
stall. They had their pants down their thighs, all three of them, as they
were masturbating one another.

They did not truly stop even when we entered. They turned a moment but did
not even pull up their pants. I left my son at the sink and told him to
wait. I then went around to the stalls. I thought that might get the three
to come around to that side of the mens room where my son then could not
see what was happening.

And it worked. I went around the corner and into a stall. There wasn't a
door on it anyway, making it easy. I opened my jeans and suddenly outside
the stall two of the men already knew I would play. I showed my cock to
them and both started playing with it and taking turns sucking me off.

It took only about ten minutes before I shot my load. One sucked it down
while the other played with my nuts. When we finished, I pulled up my jeans
glad it went so well and that my son hadn't seen anything.

The three men left the mens room, not in a hurry but in a hurry. I thought
they'd stick around for more cock needing assistance.

My son was standing beside the urinals. His jacket was open but I didn't
think anything of it at first. But when I was washing my hands, I looked to
my side and down at him. His mouth had cum all over it.

He said that a man gave him this, as he showed me a five dollar bill. I
took the money from him and asked why he gave him a five dollar bill. My
son didn't know.

But seeing cum on his face and clothes slightly disarranged, I knew why.

I was mad at myself for years over that. Not so much that my son obviously
sucked his first cock that afternoon. And not that some man thought that
tossing him five dollars would square things. I was mad because from that
moment on, I thought it was the most powerfully sexual thing I had
encountered. Someone, some total stranger, had come in my son's mouth while
I was around the corner receiving head.

I couldn't even blame the man since he probably thought I had brought my
son in for that purpose. Or he may have figured I was doing my son so he
could, too. And I can't blame him for that because what dad does bring his
son into such a situation.

After washing his face and fixing his clothing, we went out to the car and
sat there for a while. I asked him what had happened inside the bathroom
and he said a man had made his cock shoot stuff on his face. I didn't ask
for reasons of sexual gratification (well, perhaps partially) but out of
concern for him if he enjoyed it.

He shook his head yes and then shrugged like he didn't think about it one
way or the other. So I took that as a good sign. Maybe if I didn't make a
deal out of it, he'd forget. He was little so I thought he might not even
remember the encounter a week later.

And it seems I had been right. I never did it again, never took him into
another mens room when I was there for a blowjob. And he never mentioned it
in these last fifteen years. And if he remembered it or had a problem with
it, I would have known because he was a handful from age thirteen to
sixteen. I figure it would have come out during one of his screaming
matches with his mother and me.

So it turned out okay for us. I still think about it though all these years
later. And when I do, my orgasm is most intense. Seeing my son with that
stranger's cum on his face and in his mouth is an image permanently etched
onto my brain. I never would have thought the most powerfully sexual image
of my life would have been that of my own son after eating some cum.

I never took him there again. I knew enough to not go that route. But after
my wife gave up on the Bible group, I admit that I went back to those woods
numerous times. I discovered that Sunday was the best day to get sucked off
there. It was the one day we dads had an afternoon to ourselves I'm
thinking. When I was there a few times after this incident, I came to
realize it was not the place to bring one's family. Beyond the sex in the
rest room, which, on some days, would bring eight men together, there were
all these encounters on the trails. No wonder that man figured my son to
have brought in there for a purpose. All these years later, I still can't
blame him after seeing what the entire wooded area was about.

I tell you all this because I feel have to tell someone now at this point
in life. And who better than the man himself? I am glad someone out there
understands us. You know better than anyone we're not ogres or
monsters. You know we're the every day dads found anywhere.



10. HOUSE CUMPIG
Man sucked off all his male relatives before he was twelve



I was a cumpig like you were. I was sucking cocks regular from when I was
as young as I can remember. And they were big cocks since they were hanging
on adult frames.

Like you, I was the one who was used. some might say abused today, but who
loved it. That's something people don't understand. That maybe some don't
like it. And that is a bad thing.

But others like you and me did like it. We loved it. I know they used to
take pics of me then because I saw them when I was a teenager. My uncle had
a dark room in his house and developed all the pictures.

They were only black and whites since he did it himself. There were lots of
pics of me with a dick in my mouth. Just like that. Sitting there with a
dick in my mouth. But there were dozens and dozens of those. And some of
the dicks were the same but most weren't. I know that my uncle and my dad
must have been taking pictures for the men who put their dick in my
mouth. It was easy enough to make a lot of copies then.

This was in the late 1950s. I have never seen any of those since I was a
teenager in the early 1970s. When I was in high school was the last time I
say the boxes in my dad's in home office closet.

I was like you in that I was raised by pedophiles. I didn't even know that
word until I was an adult. It was just the way I was raised. it was normal
life. Now I know it wasn't. But back then it was normal to suck different
dicks every day. It never even seemed weird I never saw the man before.

My dad had me sucking him when I was little. I know I was four and five
because he would take me down into the basement of this one house where we
lived then and have me do it there. I loved doing it.

I was like you that I liked sucking on big cocks. I liked the fact it was
so big and hard. It never scared me. I even liked the hairy around it. And
I always loved cum.

I still can never get enough cum. Almost fifty years later and I'll always
looking for more and more dick to suck. I even lick up cum I see on the
floor at some places.

My dad's brother was in on it, too. I was being shared from little up and
loved it. My uncle was older than my dad by a couple of years and they made
it like play while taking pictures.

While he would take the pictures, I would have sex with my dad or often
would suck my uncle's son, my cousin. He was thirteen at the time we
started and I sucked him until I was eight and he was eighteen.

In between, my dad and uncle dared me to touch my grandfather's dick while
he was passed out on something. I never knew what it was since I just
thought he was sleeping. But I now know it wasn't normal sleeping.

My uncle and dad would take pictures while I had to go up to my grandfather
and touch him between his legs. Then they would dare me to open his
pants. It continued until they came in close with camera as they dared me
to suck on his dick. His dick would be soft but was very big and thick
around. I know it got hard while they would have me suck him but I can't
remember if he ever ejaculated.

We did that same thing many times. Sometimes it would be me
alone. Sometimes my cousin would be there, too, and he would hold my
grandfather's dick while I sucked on it.

Other times, other men would be there. And they would play with my
grandfather's cock while he slept and while I would suck on them. For the
longest time my dad and uncle had boxes of black and white photographs of
different hands or mouths on my sleeping or passed out grandfather's cock.

The picture taking stopped when my uncle went to prison on some burglary
charge. He wasn't in long but when he was released, he stopped the picture
taking. I think his dark room had been dismantled and everything.

But the sex continued. When I was in school, I was fucked a lot by
different men brought home to my uncle's house. That would happen at his
house because he was divorced and could use his living room that way. It
all happened right there in his living room. Nothing romantic about it. It
was just sex.

But I loved it. I am happy to read that you liked it, too, and had no bad
effects due to it. I was that boy who loved it and that might have made the
difference. I couldn't get enough sex when I was that age. I remember being
twelve and thinking that I had had sex with most of my relatives. My dad,
uncle, another uncle, my grandfather, and two cousins.

And they somehow all managed to keep it secret because my parents never
divorced. My cousins got married. My uncle remarried. I was the only one
who continued to cumpig. I now cumpig in New York and New Jersey if you
ever want to get together. We could share stories and maybe go out and suck
every dick we can find together. That would be an honor and such fun to do
with you. I think you have me beat in your accounting. But I could keep up,
I think. I still love to suck the big dick daddies who pass through my
private glory hole now. I set one up and it has been more than I could have
imagined it being. I have had twenty callers some nights. Usually it's
closer to four or five. But sometimes it's fifteen or twenty. Do you have a
private glory hole? You seem to use the public ones which I love, too. But
they're harder and harder to find so I opened my own in my apartment. You
should open one, too. Could you see that? It would be the most popular
gloryhole to use. With all your readers, every dick in the country would
drive to feed you.




END.
mrghjunkie@yahoo.com

