Date: Thu, 08 Apr 1999 15:22:37 PDT
From: Jack Doegh <cum2gloryhole@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Family Business parts 3 and 4

The events which are detailed in this story are true; based on the author's
life experience.  Though a history commonly shared, no one, including the
author, suggests or encourages anyone participate in such behavior.  The
sexual acts are graphic and are not to be considered "safe" in any way.
The story is copyrighted and may not be duplicated without author's consent
by writing to: cum2gloryhole@hotmail.com

Comments are happily welcome.


The Family Business

By: Jack Doegh

 
Part III: The Eighth Grade


My young body was exhausted after the onslaught of six adult men taking
turns using my mouth as a place to shoot their cum.  I sat on the men's
room toilet feeling as though I'd been dehydrated despite the globs of
semen I'd ingested.  A fine layer of sweat coated my school shirt so I
decided it was time to head back across the street before my mother beat me
home from work.  I placed my books on the sink and looked into the sheet
metal "mirror".  I looked as if I'd run a marathon.  I tried my best to
comb my hair which had been tousled into a sweaty, messy medium-brown pile
of locks by the men who had held my head as they fed me their loads. 'At
least I'm in a park', I thought. People would just think I was running.
The logic worked in getting me to face the world on the other side of the
men's room door.

The sun was brilliant on my eyes.  I'd almost forgotten how dark it had
been in there.  Fortunately, no one was in immediate view and I made my way
to the Drive.  As I stood on the corner waiting to cross, a man was beside
me.  He quite cordially said hello and seemed to look me up and down.  His
expression was at once puzzled and amused.  He smiled and gave a quick wink
saying, "You can get quite a work-out in this park".  As the light changed
and we crossed, I muttered, "Yeah, it's warm now that it's May."

I walked much faster than the man and was soon ducking into my apartment
building.  Once upstairs, I sped past Luisa, who was getting ready to leave
for the day, and went into my room.  I threw my books on the bed and pried
off my school shoes. "SHIT", I said aloud.  I'd just remembered I had a
paper to do for social studies.  I'd spent two and a half hours of homework
time in the men's room sucking cock.

As I took off my school tie, for the first time, I noticed it was coated in
semen!  It was damp, white with streaks, and reeking of the men who had
taken turns on me.  That must have been why that man crossing the street
with me looked so bemused!  No one could have missed that distinctive
aroma!  I raced to my bathroom to try to clean the tie but it was
completely ruined.  Holding it under the faucet only made the bleached-out
blue even more apparent. "SHIT!", I yelled gain.

Just then, my mother entered the apartment and called out my name.  I had
to undress fast and act as if I'd been home for hours.  I came out wearing
a t-shirt, sweat shorts and even put on my baseball cap to cover my sweat
and cum-coated hair.

This after-school routine continued for the rest of the semester. I counted
the men I sucked and by the last day of school, I had "helped out"
thrity-four different men in the park. Needless to say, I became quite
proficient at swallowing cum.  But I was only able to visit to the men's
room during the weeks I'd be with mom.  Even then, between soccer and
homework, I'd only be able to get to the park for maybe a half an hour
every day.  Each time I'd find a couple of men to either suck me or, more
frequently, wanting of a quick blow job.

Once summer vacation began in mid-June, I had a lot more time to go to the
park. But again, only during those weeks at mom's.  I soon came to realize
the men's room was open only from 6 a.m. til 6 p.m.and that the weekends
were heavily patrolled by the police.  One Saturday afternoon in late June,
as I neared the men's room I saw it had been barracaded by two police cars.
I hovered at a safe distance under a tree with several other people
watching and waiting.  My heart was pounding.

"Bet someone O.D.'d in there...these parks are just so dangerous
now-a-days", one woman said to her companion. "I wonder if someone's hurt",
said another.  I just stood silently wondering if the police had seen the
gloryhole in the first booth.

Suddenly, four policemen came out of the men's room nearly dragging three
men in hand-cuffs.  I immediately recognized them as being George and his
buddies!  They were directed to sit on the pavement outside the bathrooms
as the cops took a statement from a man who followed them all out of the
building. The man was in a near tirade. "...Then THIS muthafucking homo
tried to fuckin' touch me and that sick-fuck put his hand on my dick...!",
the man shouted, "Fucking good thing I carry a cell phone when I jog!"

The women in front of me started to move along saying, "I tell you, that
Phil Donahue is ruining this society!"

I was crushed and disappointed at the sight of this spectacle.  In all
honesty, not so much for the men who'd been the first to eat my sperm, but
because my cock-sucking spot had been "found out".  Even at the tender age
of twelve, I had enough sense not to want to get arrested -- especially
right across the street from my house!

So for the rest of the summer vacation, my boners had to be taken care of
"the old fashioned way" -- by hand.  From my room, I'd look across the
street at the men's room rooftop often wondering if it was "safe" to go
back; then I'd shoot my semen on the glass.

But before I got up the nerve to check out the park again, my mother
announced she was getting re-married.  The news came two days before my
thirteenth birthday. Although I was taken by surprise, I was actually happy
for her.  My mom always seemed more herself when she was within a
relationship.  Her fiancee of six months, Edward, was an editor with a
publishing company in London and soon after the "big news", my mom told me
she'd be moving to London with him. And I'd be going along!

This is when my dad or rather, dad's lawyer, got involved.  He immediately
blocked my mother's ability to take me abroad.  Rather than a costly court
case, my mom acquiesced knowing I only had one more year of junior high and
that I really wanted to graduate with my friends.  So the decision to stay
and move in permanently with dad was rather painless.  After graduation, I
could then decide if I wanted to attend school in England.

The marriage was in July in Martha's Vineyard.  Just the immedate family
flew to the private home of one of my mom's friends for a very small but
very expensive garden wedding.  We all came home from there and three days
later, mom and her new husband departed O'Hare for London.

Amidst all the activities of those weeks, helping mom, moving my things
over to dad's, saying goodbye...there was little time to scout for a new
place to have sex with men.  But I often thought of sucking more cocks.
Even when we saw mom off at the airport, I stood at the long row of urinals
in the terminal men's room eyeing the variety of men's penises hanging out
of their open flies as they pissed.  I wondered if all men wanted to be
sucked or if there was something unique about that bathroom in the park.

So with a new school year, came a new life in a sense. While mom had
maintained an elegant address amid brownstone mansions, dad lived the life
of an affluent, if not slightly flashy, bachelor.  Mom used to call dad's
apartment: the place a Vegas pit boss would live if there were casonos in
Chicago.  She made me keep her collection of Miro etchings as a reminder of
my "other heritage."

Indeed, dad had more money than taste.  But in many ways, I liked it.  It
was more comfortable, colorful and one hardly saw the stains if one spilled
a Coke.  His building was in the heart of an area that was both expensive
and known to be a "swingles" neighborhood. My room was large and I had all
the "toys" a kid needed to occupy his time after school.  Although I'd
always lived with dad, it was a bit strange to see ALL my belongings
gathered in one room after so many years.

The view from my room on the 62nd floor looked onto several other
highrises.  During the day, it was a rather routine urban sight, but at
night, it came alive.  The lights shimmered and it seemed there were
millions of apartments and lives "up in the sky". It was living here that I
came to feel more independent and able to manuveur around the city.  Wheras
mom was nervous about my doing much alone, dad almost encouraged me to run
errands. He'd often suggest I take the bus to a museum after school rather
than rush right home.  And as a new eighth-grader, the "big kids on
campus", I began to feel I could conquer a city.

Actually, getting to the cathedral school was easier from dad's and I found
I could walk it in five minutes less than living at moms. Dad gave me a
backpack for my books and told me to find something to do after school each
day.

His schedule was one that was always changing.  He'd work all day and be
home for dinner.  Or on other nights, not get home till I'd be heading out
to school.  It became a routine to which we both quickly adjusted.  I
suppose his suggesting I explore the city after school was his way of
off-setting some level of guilt about not always being home in the
evenings.

The third week of eighth grade added yet another layer of "enlightenment"
to my young life.  My dad had been working several nights in a row.  For
two of those days, I literally never even saw him though I'd find a message
on the kitchen table and there'd be three messages on the answering
machine.  My class was planning it's first field trip to a downstate zoo
and we each needed a parent's signature in order to go.  I'd told my dad
for days about it but he never got around to signing the slip.  It was the
night before the trip and dad was not going to be home.

I went to school that morning but was told I would not legally be able to
join the class since the paper was not signed.  I must have looked like I
was going to cry or something because my teacher, Sister Anne, came up with
an idea.  We'd board the bus and let me off near my dad's bookstore since
it wasn't that far from the school.  I could dash in, get his autograph and
we'd only lose about 15 minutes of time.  I was elated.

As we drove down to LaSalle Street, the final two blocks approaching my
dad's bookstore had been detoured.  Sister Anne told the driver to pull
over and let me off. "Do you know exactly where his shop is from here?",
she asked me.  I nodded although I'd never been to the bookstore in my
life.  I knew the number and that it was on a short dark street just a
block or so up. Sister said, "I want you to run but be careful of traffic
-- get his signature and come right back...the bus will not move.  We're in
front of this clothing shop...now go!"

The driver opened the door and all the kids on the bus started shouting:
"RUN,RUN,RUN, GO, GO,GO!!!"  The adrenaline was coursing through my body as
I darted across the street and ran a block in seconds flat.  '23 McKinley',
I repeated in my head, the address of my dad's bookstore.  I spotted the
dark little street and made a left.  I passed a tiny tobacconist shop and
then I saw the number 23 over a door.  The entire front facade was
comprised of completely black-painted glass.  A very small sign stated:
"The Stock Exchange" Books, Magazines, Novelties.

'Wow, it was less glamorous than I'd even imagined', I thought to myself.
I was a bit out-of-breath and only thought of the busload of people waiting
for me as I swung open the door and rushed in.

It was incredibly bright inside and there was a very high counter greeting
all who entered.  A turnstile blocked anyones path.  I stood there feeling
trapped and confused.  What sort of a bookstore charges people "a buck to
browse"??

A face emerged from over the counter and almost yelled, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING
IN HERE??"  It was my dad.  "You can't be in here...is something wrong???"
I stood at the bottom of this counter and began to explain the situation.

"Fuck this...", my dad said as he called for Max to cover the counter while
he came around to meet me at the entrance.  Dad grabbed me by the arm and
pushed me out the front door.  "You can't be in here...they could close me
down, forchissake!"

Dad could obviously see the utter confusion on my face.  And he knew I had
no idea of just what sort of bookstore he owned.  So his gruffness was
instantly replaced with a nervous concern.  "How did you get here?  Why
aren't you in school?  It's only 9 a.m!"

I pulled out the slip of paper and told him the bus was waiting for me down
the block.  He looked up, alarmed and quickly signed the permission slip.
"Get back to them quick...I'll see you at home tonight!"  He pushed me as
if to give me a jump start and I returned to the bus, panting and a bit
dazed.  Sister Anne and the kids all cheered and off we went to the zoo.

That afternoon, I got home at about 3:30 and dad was already in the kitchen
eating a sandwich.  "How was the zoo?", he asked.  "Great", I replied.
There was a tension in the air though neither of us were angry.  "What did
you see at the zoo?", dad continued.  "There was a really cool gorilla who
got sick in front of everybody -- it just kept vomiting..."

"You can't come to the bookstore like that again", my dad interrupted. "You
must apparently be aware of what sort of store it is and you cannot come
back."

"Sort of store?", I asked.  I had figured it was a porno store but hadn't
yet heard anyone refer to it as such.

"My store is unlike you mother's...you have to be 21 years old to enter",
my dad said... but immediately began to laugh to himself.  "Oh, man, what a
scene..."

I smiled, relieved he wasn't completely annoyed at me.  "What's so funny?",
I asked.

"Max fucking laughed his ass off after you left...I think you're the
youngest person to EVER enter the store...he wanted to know if they had the
catholic kids working vice now!"  Dad just continued laughing as he shook
his head.

I immediately thought of the cop shows on t.v. and the scene at the park
over the summer so I had some sense of what dad was talking about.

"But I had to get the form signed...and you weren't around and...", I pled.

"I know, I know, it's my own fault...from now on, put ALL the slips on the
fridge and I'll be certain they're signed in triplicate!!!", dad said, his
voice telling me we'd be okay.

"Want a sandwich? It's roat beef", he asked.

"What... kinds of... stuff do you sell?", I haltingly asked him as he
pulled out the loaf of bread.

"Things you're a bit too young to know about, son...let it suffice to say,
you have to be an adult to buy anything."

"Sex stuff?", I pressed on.

"Yes, son, items of a sexual nature ...for adults", he just stared at the
bread as he spoke.

"So I can never, like, come to where you work?," I asked incredulously. " I
mean, I'll be, like graduated from COLLEGE before I can EVER see your
bookstore??!"

Even my dad was a bit taken aback by that prospect.  It would be eight more
years before he could legally enjoy a "Bring Your Kid to Work" day!

"I mean, what if I have some emergency like I get hit by a bus or
something?", I asked. "You mean I can NEVER come to your store??"

Dad noted my real concern despite the unlikely scenario I'd vented.
"Listen, son, I know this must be hard for you to understand...but there
are laws which govern stores like mine. A lot of people aren't crazy about
a place that offers the things I sell.  So the city puts restrictions on
those who can enter.  One of those restrictions is on age. .. they could
close the store down if you were caught inside -- even just in the doorway
like you were today."

"So, why not just have a normal bookstore like mom's?" I asked. "What's so
bad if they closed it?"

My words revealed my tremendous youth.  Dad shook his head, "Your mother's
store was founded by her parents in a day and age when you could afford to
open a place like that.  They survive only because of all the years of
investment this city's put into it -- it's a freakin' institution.  Well,
the REST of the world aint so goddamn lucky and we gotta EARN a buck...that
store of mine is what pays for this place, your trip this Christmas to see
your mother, the clothes, the computer in your room...", dad was more
frustrated than angry. "So, maybe you'll see why it aint such a good idea
to have the city shut me down."

"Okay", I shouted, "I get it!  But what if I really, really need
something?", I pushed.

Dad moaned and took a deep breath. "Alright, I understand your anxiety...so
this is what we're goin to do...I'm getting you a cell phone. Call me at
this number...that's my private line at the store.  IF, and I mean, only IF
you have a REAL emergency, and I mean this son, it can't be another thing
like today...you can come to the BACK of the store.  There's an alley and a
door to the back.  Call me and I'll meet you in the alley...BUT DO NOT come
to the front of the store again, hear me??"

I nodded and took a bite of the sandwich dad had been building for me.  "Is
your store busy...you know, customers?", I asked as I chewed. "I didn't
really see anybody in there..."

"We're always quite busy but 9 a.m. is when many men have to be in their
offices.  It's busier earlier in the morning and then again at lunch
hour...drink your milk...then we're incredibly busy all day again from 4
into the wee hours of the night."

"So that's why you work so late sometimes?", I asked.

"The store is open 24 hours a day.  I have a few guys who work there with
me...Max who you saw, he's a GREAT guy...then there's John and Adam.  John
quite old but he worked there even before I bought the place."

The phone rang and it was mom calling from London.  She'd just gotten in
from some dinner party and was missing me.  So we wound up talking for an
hour and when I hung up, dad suggested we go out for some ice cream.  The
topic of his store was dropped and wasn't brought up again until a couple
of weeks later.


The Family Business

By:   Jack Doegh

Part IV: Dad's Adult Bookstore


The subject of dad's business venture was never brought up again.  I had a
million questions swirling in my head but sensed that dad was not in the
mood to have a heart-to-heart with me about a porno store whether it was
his or anybody elses.  Being busy with school and the fact that dad was
working more in the evenings kept me from pursuing any questions.

Being in the eighth grade meant our role within the school more expanded.
Some of us were classroom assistants in the lower grades; others, like me,
brought the milk crates to the cafeteria from the delivery trucks in the
mornings.  We were also planning a pageant for the whole school.  The
eighth grade would put on a presentation about the true meaning of All
Saints Day.  It would be a Halloween party followed by a mass during school
hours.  I was one of the altar boys selected to participate.

The month of October was a busy one and I'd come home most every day and do
my homework, watch some t.v. and then go into my room and jack off.  I'd
look out my window to see if the man I had spotted once in a neighboring
building was home. I had seen him one night walking around in just his
jockey shorts and I quickly turned off my light.  Although he was too far
away to have actually noticed me watching, I felt safer in the dark as I
watched him walk around his living room sipping a cup of coffee.  He was
probably thirty or so and didn't do anything but pace back and forth but
seeing his adult body caused me to pop a boner.  My hand milked my cock and
again jets of my teen sperm hit the window and dripped onto the slats of
the mini-blinds.

Even when I couldn't see him, I'd openly masturbate at the window looking
over to his apartment.  'Why was he NEVER home anymore?', I'd ask myself
frustrated.  Seeing him made me long for the summer and all those men I'd
had fun with in the park.  I knew I needed more than my hand and that
actual contact was what I was craving.

My dad's housekeeper, Martha, who came three times a week was getting ready
to leave.  She was a quiet older Black woman.  Usually I'd stay in my room
when she'd be there working.  I'd do my homework and masturbate.

One day as Martha was leaving, she called out to me, "Honey, I meant to say
your daddy called this afternoon...".

I entered the livingroom where she was putting on her coat.

"He wont be in till real late so he had me make you a nice meatloaf and
there are au gratin potatoes in the oven."  I said, "Thanks, Martha, did he
say when he'd be back?"

"No, hon, but it'll be late so you just go to bed...there is school in the
morning..."  She waved and left the apartment.

It was about 5 o'clock and I'd been about to cum when Martha had
interrupted me.  My cock thickened and started cramming against my jeans
again as it grew hard.  'MAN, I need sex', I thought.  I went into the
kitchen and turned off the oven.  Then I thought of doing something I had
never done before.  I was going to play the "snoop" and check out my dad's
bedroom.

The thought had occured to me a few times but I just never had the
inclination to go through other people's things before.  But now I knew my
dad sold adult sex stuff and maybe, just maybe, I'd find some actual porn
in his room.  And I needed something to LOOK at as I continued jacking my
young cock.

I made sure the front door was deadbolted and headed to dad's room.  It was
immaculate as Martha had always left it.  The prospect of finding
something, anything, "adult" sort of vanished as I lifted his mattress and
looked under his bed.  'Shit, where would dad hide a magazine?', I
wondered.  I went into his private bathroom and opened a few drawers.  In a
bottom drawer, I did find two boxes of "Ultimate Size" rubbers and a bottle
of lubricant.  But it wasn't PORN and that's what this mission was about!

Inside his bathroom was a master-closet, a very large walk-in closet with
built-in drawers and shelving.  It was as if I landed inside King Tut's
tomb.  Although Martha was a thorough housekeeper, she, obviously had been
told not to touch the closet.  It was a mess of clothing, shoes, boxes,
even an old lamp that I remember my mom hating before they were divorced.

Somewhere inside there HAD to be some PORN!  And I was fortunate to have
such a mess in which to look -- dad would never know someone had been
rummaging through his things!

I looked and looked, through drawers and boxes yet found nothing.  Behind
some suits, was a small step-ladder, used to reach the top-most shelves.  I
pulled it out and opened it.  Maybe up here was some PORN!  I pulled a box
down and JACKPOT!  It was heavy and loaded with magazines.  My heart
pounded and I brought the box to the floor.

Inside were dozens of magazines, such as: "Juggs", "Tit-Slut", "Gangbang
Harlots".  I flipped through a few looking briefly at all the girls with
their legs spread.  I'd never seen a woman's pussy before. It had never
occurred to me that they were hairy, too!  In one magazine, a girl was
being fucked by three men.  Seeing these handsome men poking their cocks
into every hole of the girl made my cock hurt inside my jeans.

I opened the zipper to release my hard-on.  I feared to touch my penis
thinking it would make me shoot immediately all over the magazines and my
dad's shoes!  I went back into the box and pulled out more magazines.

At the bottom was a magazine with a hairy man on its cover.  It was titled,
"Gloryholes" and the man was licking his lips.  'YES!', I shouted in my
head.  I KNEW quite well what a gloryhole was.  Almost trembling I opened
the pages and instantly, without even touching myself, started pumping out
a load of semen onto my stomach and leg!  The photos were incredible as
they depicted the guy on the cover sitting on a toilet sucking various men
through a gloryhole.  I paged through and counted him sucking seven
different men in the spread.  Cum coated his mustache and tongue as each
picture progressed to show him doing one man after the other.

My cum dripped down my exposed upper thigh and I wiped it with my hand.
That was stupid because now my hand was coated in fragrant sperm and I
still had to put the magazines away!  I slid my hand over my shirt and then
proceeded to pile the PORN into it's box. FUCK, some sperm had hit the
gloryhole magazine!  The edges were extremely wet and so I stuck the
magazine back into the bottom of the box.  Climbing up on the ladder, I
shoved the box back into it's spot.

As I stood on the top step, I spotted another shallower box with a printed
label that read: "Stock Exchange Books: Remodel".  It was dated ten years
earlier, several years prior to my dad buying the place.  I pulled the box
down and sat again on the floor.

Inside were reduced copies of architectural drawings showing the lay-out of
my dad's bookstore.  I could immediately identify the entrance and the
giant counter where dad had stopped me.  And that must show the turn-stile!
Fuck, this was COOL!

The plans were labeled identifying where magazines were to be placed:
"Straight"; "Fetish", "Lesbian", "GAY" -- wow, my dad's store sold GAY
stuff!  There were identifying labels for the video shelves, a bathroom and
a series of small offices.

The second page was titled "Basement Level".  The bookstore apparently had
another floor.  These drawings took me by surprise.  Although I had a rough
idea as to what a porno shop sold, I was unprepared for these drawings.

They showed several rows of things that looked like booths.  All were
marked with "Install Monitor HERE" and each had a locking door.  I counted
34 such booths.  In a corner was a square identified as: "Token Machine
HERE". I had no idea what I was really looking at as I scanned the plan of
the basement.

But then, I got to the third page.  It was a xerox of the basement floor
plans.  Hand-written all over it were other notations.  One each booth,
were written the words: "drill gloryhole here 32" from floor".  Each booth
showed two such notes implying they all had two holes drilled into them.

'Gloryholes?', I wondered to myself.  What do gloryholes have to do with a
porno bookstore?  My dad has gloryholes there?  I was both excited and
confused.  Maybe these plans were old or gloryhole wa some electrician's
term as well as a hole like in the park's men's room.

I was suddenly hungry so I placed the plans back on the shelf and went into
the kitchen.  Laying in bed later, I jacked off thinking about that
magazine up on dad's top shelf.  My balls unloaded yet another load onto my
flat, hairless abdomen.  I put my fingers in the sperm and brought it to my
lips.  I coated my lips with my own seed and then scooped up more of the
copious load and ate it all.  It made my cock throb again to think that
this is what those men had tasted when they ate my semen in the park.  I
stared closely at some that dripped from my index finger and thought of all
the cum I must have swallowed in sucking so many men during the summer.
'It could fill a glass', I thought.

Soon, I was asleep and the next morning, I was in the lobby heading to
school when I saw my dad approach the elevators.  "Good morning, son", he
said.  He looked exhausted but gave me a big hug."Sorry I had to work but
we'll have dinner tonight -- I'm off today".  He patted my head and told me
to hurry off to school.

That evening, as we ate dinner, my dad seemed a bit far-away and looked
sort of uncomfortable.  I assumed he was still tired so we spent the rest
of the evening just watching t.v.

Two days before Halloween, as the school was gearing up for the pageant, I
was asked by Sister Anne to buy some material at a discount fabric store on
State Street after school.  I had to buy just two yards of white muslin for
one of the tables where pies would be served.

As I left school, I hopped on a bus and rode down to State Street.  But as
I handed the driver the last of my money, I realized my wallet was empty!
I had to buy the material but Sister Anne had forgotten to give me any
cash!  I panicked...what should I do?  I exited the bus on State Street
near the fabric store and realized I was only 2 blocks from my dad's
bookstore.

Again, I panicked. 'Was THIS an emergency?', I asked myself.  'Of course it
was!"  So I pulled out my cell phone and called my dad's number.  He
answered after only one ring, "Stock Exchange..."

"Hi, dad?"

"Son, is anything wrong?"

"Well, I'm...", a bus suddenly screeched to a halt at the bus stop.

"Where are you?", dad asked.

"I'm on State...Sister Anne asked me to get some stuff for the Halloween
thing"

"Good", dad stated with relief. "So, what's up?"

"I need some money...I don't have any money on me."

"That nun asked you to get something without making sure you had money?",
one could "hear" dad's eyes roll in his head as he asked the question.

"Well, so I need some money...I HAVE to get this stuff..."

There was a pause on dad's end.  Then he asked, "What do you want me to
do?"

"Can I have some money?", I asked.

"Of course...it's just that I can't run over there right now...Max just
popped out to get something to eat and John called in sick today..."

"I need the money, dad", I pled.

Again there was a dead silence.  "Okay", dad said." This is what you have
to do...come around to the BACK of the store...do you know where that is?"

"No.", I said.

"You don't turn on McKinley.  Instead, pass McKinley and there's an
alleyway on La Salle.  Go down the alley till you see a door painted white.
That's the backdoor of the store..."  Knock once and I'll meet you at the
door..."

"Okay, dad...thanks..."

"When will you be here?", dad asked.

"Like I said, I'm right on State Street so I'll be there in like five
minutes!", I added, excitement in my voice.  I was on the one hand relieved
I'd get the cash but also thrilled that I had an excuse to go back to dad's
store even it was only to its back door!

I dashed over to LaSalle Street feeling a bit out-of-place among all the
business people and the enormous numbers of men in dark suits, many of whom
worked at the Board of Trade or City Hall.

I passed McKinley and then almost passed the alleyway.  It was a narrower
alley than many -- more an accessway.  A garbage truck or other vehicle
could never fit it's narrow width.

I slowed my pace as I wandered down the alley sort of happy it was only 4
in the afternoon and there were so many people just a short distance away
on LaSalle Street.  Several yards in I spotted the white, dingy door.

I tried to catch my breath, the excitement of it all nearly over-whelmed
me.  I softly rapped on the metal firedoor.  No one answered.  I knocked
harder.  Still no answer.  On a third knock, the door slowly parted.  A man
stood there and then smiled.

I said, "Hi".

"Well, hello there...You wanna come in?", the man asked.

"Um, I'm not sure..."

"I think you do, kid", and with that he opened the door a bit wider and let
me in.  He shut the door behind us and I found myself at the top of a
stairwell.

"You ever been in here before, kid?", the man asked.  He was wearing a Cubs
jacket and was smoking a cigarette.  His crotch looked big inside his cheap
slacks and I almost wondered if he had a hard-on.

"N..no", I stammered. "I'm not allowed."

"Too fuckin' bad, kid...cuz of your age?", he asked looking at me and
smiling like a letch.

"Yes, you have to be an adult", I added.

At this the man laughed, "ADULT? What the fuck's an adult?  Not too many
adults come to this place...though I guess they're all over 21...", he
laughed even harder.

Suddenly, my dad appeared from behind a wall on the level we were on. "What
the fuck...I told you not to come in here...could you excuse us please??",
my dad said to the man smoking.  At that the guy put out his cigarette and
headed down the dark stairwell.

"The kid was knocking", the man said, "So I let him in".

"Fine...thanks...", my dad said, apparently trying not to alienate a good
customer. Then turning to me he said, "I told you not to be inside..."

"What's downstairs?', I interrupted, having a sense of what COULD still be
down there.

"Nothing", dad said, "just more books..." Then he took his wallet from his
back pocket.  "How much do you need?  Money, how much does this stuff
cost?"

"Maybe ten bucks?", I answered.

"I'll give you forty but I want the change back tonight...this is NOT your
allowance, son".  He opened the wallet and shouted, "SHIT, I gave Max my
last twenty to get us some lunch...I have to get some cash from the
office..." And with that dad hustled back behind the wall.

I stood there at the top of the stairwell and ached to now what was
downstairs.  As I waited, two other men came around the wall and went
downstairs.  They each looked at me a bit incredulously but just continued
on their way.

One was a tall man in his forties wearing a blue suit and power-yellow tie.
He smelled really great as he quickly passed me.

Then, dad rounded the corner again.  "Okay, here's the money...I have a
phone call I have to get back to...I'll see you tonight around 10...now get
out of here!"  Dad gave me a quick kiss and opened the alley door again.
As he did, I saw the man who had originally opened the door coming back up
the stairway.  He winked as dad scooted me out and shut the door firmly.  I
stood in the alley and suddenly sprang a boner thinking of that man in the
blue suit going downstairs to look at porn stuff.  That had to mean those
men were all horny or why else would they be there.  I hung out near the
door for just a minute when it opened a few inches again.  It startled me
and I must has gasped.

It was the man with the cigarette again.  "You wanna come back in?", he
whispered and then glanced behind himself.  I hesitated but then nodded.
"Then get in here...fast!", he said with nervous glee.  He opened the door
just wide enough for me to slip passed him. His crotch grazed my side and I
knew he had a major erection in those slacks.  Once inside, he said,
"Quick, get downstairs...before someone sees."

We hustled down the steps and soon I found myself in a world of darkness.
The only light shone red as bulbs above various doors.  It was at once
creepy and exciting.  But there were no books to be seen.  One could hardly
have seen any books even if there were some in this basement.

"Quick...in here", the man whispered. And he opened one of the doors
without a red light above it.  He nearly pushed me in and then latched the
door.  The entire time, he kept pressing his crotch against me.  Clearly
this man was sexually aroused and wanted me to know it.  The hardness of
his cock was like he had shoved a pipe into his trousers.

He leaned into my ear and whispered, "Now be REAL quiet and just follow
everything I say...you'll LOVE it here, kid".  The booth was complete
darkness yet he sat me on a plastic seat he seemed to sense was there.  He
reached into his pocket and put two coins into the wall.  Suddenly, a
t.v. picture came on...the MONITORS in the drawings!  On the screen were
two men sucking each others cocks!  My own penis throbbed in my school
pants as I glimpsed my first sex video!

The man stood over me and smiled, "You like that, huh?". And he reached
down and grasped my crotch.  "Fuck, yeah, I can see you do...watch that one
suck the other one...yeah, his mouth looks like yours a bit...", the man
kept leaning into my ear whipsering as he continued to squeeze my
basket. "Open those pants, kid, relax...make it feel good...", he urged.
Staring at the screen, I unbuckled my slacks and unzipped.  "Pull it
out...give it some room to play, boy...FUCK, my, my, you are a big boy down
there..." the man licked his lips and grinned.  "I'm gunna give mine some
air, too, kid..."and he quickly unzipped his polyester beige slacks
releasing that cockpipe he'd been pressing against me.

He could see my awe as he pulled the entire length of his enormous erection
from his fly.  Then he shifted to let two huge testicles find the fresh air
also.  "You like this, don't you, kid", he stated as he waved his cock up
and down.  I nodded.

"And I like what you got there, kid...you know it's as big as any man's in
here...you ever been sucked?", he whispered.  I shook my head afraid to
admit I'd had sex before.  "Good, I want to be the first to eat what you
have between those young boy thighs." And he squatted down in the tight
booth and wrapped his wet lips onto my cockhead.  He smelled of Old Spice,
hair tonic and cigarettes...but his warm mouth felt great.  It had been too
long since I'd had anyone on my cock.

This man knew what he was doing.  His mouth slid up and down my shaft and
licked my balls, my cock throbbed along the length of his tongue.  "Gimme
your cum", he whispered, obviously sensing I couldn't hold off long.  I
closed my eyes as I shot a load of sperm into his sucking hole.  It was the
most powerful climax I'd had since the summer.  I jerked in the seat as he
milked me of every drop he could get.

He looked up at me and dropped four more tokens into the machine. He opened
his mouth and showed me my own spermload on his tongue. Then he swallowed
deeply and laughed.  "When you have babies one day...you'll always know I
ate some of those babymakers!....now do mine the same way!!", he demanded
as he stood tall.

His cock pulsed and jutted toward me looking bigger than any of the cocks
I'd sucked in the park.  "Do me", he demanded.  My mouth salivated at the
sight of his penis and I craved to eat some adult cum again!

I licked the head of his uncut penis, tasting the foreskin which was wet
and slimy with his precum which had been dripping all over the place since
he'd unzipped. "Yeah, that's it...you have a professional's tongue there,
kid, taste that spunk..." And he gripped my head as he fed me more and more
of his rigid shaft.  "OOOHH, fuuucckk, yeaahh, look at my meat go into that
pretty mouth...bet your throat could handle more...".

The man shoved deeper and harder prodding his cock to the back of my
throat.  "Open up, baby, let me inside that throat..",he whispered amazed I
was handling his huge cock so well.  Then with a quick lunge he crammed his
cock all the way into my young throat.  It felt good to have another guy in
there again but the size of his penis made me gasp a bit.

"Oh, yeah, your throat was MADE for a fuckin'", he cooed.  "You are too
much...I have to feed you...I'm gunna shoot, kid....eat mine like I ate
yours....aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrohhhhhhh!!", the man quietly grunted as his cock
pumped out his thick creamy semen into my mouth.  He looked down at me
watching every second of his ejaculate filling my throat.

"You are a COCKSUCKER, kid", he stated as he pulled up his pants. "You like
all my cum, baby?", he asked.  I again simply nodded and almost inaudibly
said, "I loved it."

"Well, there's LOTS of it here, kid, you should stick around...the place
gets very busy just around now...when the men all get out of work before
heading home..."

He could tell this was all extremely new to me.  "You got any tokens, kid?"
he asked pointing to the monitor.  "No.", I said.

"One thing ya need is tokens to play the videos....got any money on ya?"

I nodded and said "forty bucks".

The man laughed, "That'll be plenty!!  Keep you in here all fucking night
on 40 bucks!  Gimme it and I'll go out and get you some rolls of
tokens...". he offered.

I pulled out the money dad had given me for the material.  "I'll be right
back...gotta go upstairs and ask for rolls at the counter but I'll be right
back...use these till I get back...", he said handing me 3 of his own
tokens.

He cracked open the door and darted out.  I latched the lock again and put
in another token.  My heart raced.  I was sucking cock in my dad's
bookstore ...and dad was right upstairs!!  I suddenly feared the man had
run-off with my money and I fidgeted in my seat.

Suddenly I noticed there were two holes in the walls to either side of me.
So, they were real gloryholes marked on those plans and NOT electrician's
notes!  As I leaned forward a bit, a big hairy cock came through the hole
on my left.  It was pulsing up and down and obviously wanted somebody to
touch it.

I reached out and felt this anonymous cock. It was hard and hot and the
dark hairs surrounded the base of the shaft.  Knowing someone was
interested in his penis, the man pushed even more of it through the hole
till his equally hair scrotum filled my side of the gloryhole.

When I spotted a glistening drop of precum, I leaned forward and lapped it
up with my tongue.  It was sweet and a string of it linked his piss slit to
my thirteen year old lips.  I opened my mouth wide and put his wide reddish
cockhead into my mouth and sucked the corona. He responded by shoving more
of his body against his side of the wall.  His cock bounced up and down in
horny lust obviously wanting me to take more of his cock into my throat.

At that moment there was a soft tapping on my door.  My heart skipped and I
pulled off the erection I was nursing.  It continued to jut into my booth
as I unlocked the door letting it open just a couple of inches.  "See
you're busy already, kid, oh, nice one for you to suck, boy ...do him good
like you did me", the first man said as he handed me four rolls of golden
tokens. "These'll keep you in here for HOURS", he laughed. "See you some
other time...I'm smoking in the alley around 4 everyday...". And he looked
around and quickly closed the door.

Alone again, sort of, I locked the door and returned to the patient cock
still poking it's way looking for my mouth.  It was oozing precum and long
strings of it dripped to the floor.  Quickly, I placed my mouth on the
dripping head and continued giving whomever was on the other side a
blowjob.

"Psst, psst....kid...psst", a voice whispered from my other side.  I pulled
away from the cock I was sucking and looked behind me to the opposite
gloryhole.  "Do mine, come on, do mine, too, I'm in a hurry."  I peered
throught this second hole and saw it was the handsome businessman in the
blue suit.  As I came towrd the hole, he had stood, looking eight-feet tall
and unzipped his suit trousers.  He smiled down toward the hole as he
hauled out a thick, beautiful piece of meat.  As he did this, I spotted a
wedding ring on his hand.  It hadn't really occured to me that some of
these men might be married who come to gloryholes and dirty bookstores.

He stepped toward the hole and his wonderful penis entered my space.
Immediately I put my tongue on his huge shaft and tasted this man's
privates.  He responded by making his full 9 inches throb obscenely as if
showing it off to me.  I opened my mouth and let him fuck it to the very
depths of my throat.

After all the men I had let use my throat, even I could tell this man knew
how to fuck.  His pace was just right as to feed me the entire length of
his big penis but not in such a way as to ever make me gag on the jumbo
meat.  He fucked my mouth for maybe five minutes that way and suddenly I
could feel he was about to unlease a load of his semen into me. Sure enough
as I primed myself for yet more adult sperm, the businessman's cock began
to fire off hot spasms of cream.  I was intent on eating it all but for a
moment he pulled back and two thick volleys of cum shot onto my shirt.  But
he quickly put it back in my mouth to feed me the rest of the sperm he also
must shoot into his wife.

When he was done, he zipped up and placed the rest of his tokens on the
sperm and saliva slickened gloryhole.  He was offering me some sort of a
"tip" I supposed and I took the coins. He squatted down to the hole and
whispered, "That was great...how did you get in here?"

"A guy let me in...", I whispered not sure what to say.

"He ought to be arrested", the handsome man smirked. "Enjoyed it!"  And he
left the booth he was in.

I turned around again to the other hole and a face was looking at me.
"Man, that was hot...", he said. "Now finish me..." and he stood to reveal
his hard cock once again.  I looked through the hole and this guy was
grinning and masturbating luridly as he looked at me.  His cock still
dripped precum and he used it to lubricate the entire length of his penis
and his jacking hand.  He wasn't that old as far as I could tell age --
looked like one of the college guys I had sucked in the park but he wasn't
actually one of them.

He approached the hole and inserted his cock again.  Before I could get my
lips to it, his ccok began to blast cum all over the place -- hitting my
face, my clothes, my backpack.  And he just kept shooting seed.  It was hot
and thick and I tried to get his pulsating meat into my mouth in order to
taste some of his sperm as well as stop the major mess he was making.  The
final three shots of his jizz filled my mouth and I was able to gulp it
down.

After this cock retreated to its own booth, I pulled myself up from the
floor and sat on the plastic chair again.  I was coated in semen and
wondered how in the hell I'd make it home on the bus looking like this!

As I watched the video screen which showed several men wearing leather
jockstraps masturbating one man laying on a table, a voice came through the
hole to my right.  But this voice wasn't asking for a blowjob.

"What in the FUCK are you doing in here??!!", this voice "yelled" in a
whispered hush.  It was my dad.


To be continued...

